The gravity chamber on Capsule Corporation hummed with its usual low drone, but tonight, the tension inside was thicker than any artificial gravity could create. Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, his face twisted in that familiar scowl that had become his trademark since arriving on Earth all those years ago.
Bulma stood before him, her blue hair catching the light, her arms crossed in a mirror of his stance. The argument had been brewing for weeks, months even. It always came back to this.
"Face it, Vegeta," Bulma said, her voice sharp as a knife. "You're never here! You're always training, always chasing after Goku, always trying to be the strongest!"
"I am the Prince of all Saiyans!" Vegeta roared, his aura flaring briefly. "What do you expect? That I should waste my time on... on..."
"On your wife?" Bulma finished, her eyes narrowing. "On the woman who gave you a son? On the family you claim to protect but barely acknowledge?"
Vegeta turned away, his pride wounded as it always was when she spoke truth he didn't want to hear. "You know nothing of Saiyan biology, woman. We are warriors. We evolved for combat, not for... for..."
"For what? Sex?" Bulma laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Is that what you're trying to say? That Saiyans don't care about mating? That you're some evolved being that's above physical intimacy?"
Vegeta said nothing, which was answer enough.
"That's bullshit," Bulma said flatly. "Complete and total bullshit. You know what I think? I think you're scared. I think you're scared because you know, deep down, that for all your power, for all your muscles and your Super Saiyan transformations, there's one area where you're lacking."
Vegeta's head snapped around. "What did you say?"
"You heard me," Bulma stepped closer, her anger making her bold. "All that muscle power, all that Saiyan evolution? It came at a cost. Saiyans rarely mate because nature decided that big muscles and big... other things... don't go together. And you, Prince Vegeta, are living proof of that."
The silence that followed was deafening.
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Krillin had come to Capsule Corporation to pick up some new training equipment Bulma had promised him. As the former monk walked through the familiar hallways, he heard raised voices coming from the direction of the living quarters. He paused, uncertain whether to interrupt.
But then he heard Bulma's voice, clear and cutting.
"Show me then! If I'm wrong, prove it!"
Krillin's eyes widened. He shouldn't be here. This was private. But his feet seemed rooted to the spot as the argument escalated.
"I will not demean myself with such foolishness!" Vegeta shouted.
"Because you can't!" Bulma shot back. "Because you know I'm right! Your precious Saiyan pride won't let you admit it, but you're small, Vegeta! You're tiny! All that power and you're lacking where it actually matters to a woman!"
Krillin's mouth went dry. He knew he should leave. He knew this was none of his business. But something held him there, some mixture of curiosity and... something else he didn't want to name.
The door to the living room slid open with a violent crash, and Vegeta stormed out, his face purple with rage. He didn't even see Krillin standing there in the shadows. He just kept walking, his pride shattered, his Saiyan ego bruised beyond recognition.
Krillin watched him go, then turned back to the open door. He should go. He definitely should go.
"Krillin?" Bulma's voice came from inside, soft now, nothing like the harsh tones of moments before. "Is that you?"
Krillin swallowed hard. "Yeah. Yeah, it's me. I... I came for the training equipment. I didn't mean to... I heard shouting and..."
"Come in," Bulma said.
Krillin stepped into the room. Bulma stood by the window, looking out at the night. She looked beautiful and sad and angry all at once.
"I'm sorry you heard that," she said without turning around.
"You don't need to apologize," Krillin said awkwardly. "Marital problems. I get it. I'll just... I'll come back tomorrow."
"Don't go," Bulma turned to face him, and Krillin saw tears in her eyes that she was fighting to hold back. "Please. I... I can't be alone right now."
Krillin stood there, uncertain, his bald head reflecting the overhead lights. He was small, shorter than most of the Z fighters, shorter than Bulma even. But he was strong. Years of training had made him powerful, far more powerful than any normal human. And he was kind. Everyone said so. Krillin was the nice one. The dependable one. The one who always showed up when it mattered.
"He's never here," Bulma said, her voice breaking slightly. "Even when he's here, he's not here. And when he is... when we try to be intimate... he's so small, Krillin. So small and so quick and so completely uninterested in my pleasure. It's like I'm just... just a thing to him. A thing to use and forget."
Krillin didn't know what to say. This was too much information. This was his friend's wife, one of the strongest warriors in the universe, pouring her heart out to him about her sex life.
"I shouldn't be hearing this," Krillin said, turning to leave.
"Wait," Bulma crossed the room quickly, her hand catching his arm. Her touch was warm, electric. "Krillin, please. I need... I need to feel wanted. I need to feel like a woman. Like someone desirable. Is that so wrong?"
Krillin looked at her. Really looked at her. Bulma Briefs, the most brilliant scientist on Earth, the woman who had tamed the Prince of Saiyans, the mother of Trunks. She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful. And right now, looking at him with those blue eyes filled with need, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Bulma, I..."
"Please," she whispered, stepping closer. Her body was almost touching his now. "Show me that I'm not crazy. Show me that I deserve to feel good. Show me what it feels like to be with someone who actually cares about my pleasure."
Krillin's heart hammered in his chest. This was wrong. This was so wrong. Vegeta would kill him. Vegeta would obliterate him. But when Bulma's hand moved from his arm to his chest, when he felt her warmth through his orange gi, when he smelled her perfume and saw the need in her eyes...
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough.
"More sure than I've been about anything," Bulma said, and then she kissed him.
It was like lightning. Krillin had been married once. He had loved Android 18, still did in his way. But this... this was different. This was raw and desperate and hungry.
Bulma's hands were everywhere, pulling at his gi, touching his skin. Krillin responded, his own hands finding her waist, her hips, pulling her against him. He was already hard, had been since she first touched his arm, and now she could feel it, pressing against her through their clothes.
"Oh god," Bulma breathed against his mouth. "Oh god, Krillin, you're already so..."
"Bulma," Krillin groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her shirt. "We can't. Vegeta could come back. He'll kill me. He'll literally kill me."
"Let him watch," Bulma said fiercely, pulling back to look into Krillin's eyes. "Let him see what a real man looks like. Let him see what he's been denying me. Let him see what I need."
She stepped back and pulled her shirt over her head in one smooth motion. Her breasts fell free, perfect and pale, nipples already hard with arousal. Krillin stared, his mouth dry, his cock straining painfully against his pants.
"Touch me," Bulma commanded. "Touch me like he never does."
Krillin didn't need to be told twice. He crossed the distance between them in a step, his hands finding her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Bulma moaned, her head falling back, and the sound went straight to Krillin's cock.
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, just like that. He never touches me like that. He never takes his time. He just... he just pushes in and finishes and leaves me wanting."
Krillin bent his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder as Bulma's moans encouraged him. His hands moved down, finding the button of her pants, undoing it, sliding them down her hips.
"Krillin," Bulma gasped as his fingers found her pussy, already wet and ready. "Oh god, Krillin, yes. Yes, right there. Touch me there."
Krillin stroked her, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her clit and circling it with expert precision. Years of martial arts had given him incredible control, incredible sensitivity in his hands. He knew exactly how much pressure to use, exactly how fast to move, exactly how to make her squirm.
"More," Bulma begged, her hips bucking against his hand. "Please, I need more. I need to feel you. I need to feel all of you."
Krillin pulled back, his own clothes coming off in record time. And when he stood before her, naked and proud, Bulma's eyes went wide.
"Holy shit," she breathed.
Krillin's cock stood proud and thick, a full fifteen inches of hard human flesh. It was veined and heavy, the head swollen and dark with arousal. It was the biggest cock Bulma had ever seen, bigger than anything she had imagined possible.
"Is that... is that real?" she whispered, reaching out to touch it.
Krillin groaned as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. "Every inch," he managed to say. "Every single inch."
"It's so big," Bulma said, her voice filled with wonder. "It's so much bigger than... than..."
"Than Vegeta?" Krillin supplied, a new boldness rising in him. "Is it bigger than your husband's little Saiyan cock?"
Bulma looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust. "So much bigger," she said. "He's tiny compared to you. A child. You're a man, Krillin. A real man."
She sank to her knees before him, her mouth opening, her tongue coming out to lick the head of his cock. Krillin groaned, his hands finding her hair as she took him into her mouth, as much as she could fit, which was barely half.
"Fuck," Krillin groaned. "Bulma, fuck, your mouth feels so good."
Bulma moaned around him, the vibration making him shudder. She worked him with her hand and mouth together, worshipping his cock like it was the most precious thing she had ever touched. And compared to what she had been dealing with, it was.
But Krillin wanted more. He wanted all of her. He pulled her up, his cock popping free from her mouth with a wet sound.
"Bedroom," he said roughly. "Now."
Bulma led him there, her pants forgotten around her ankles, her shirt gone. She was naked and beautiful and desperate. The bedroom was large, dominated by the bed she shared with Vegeta. The bed where she had been unsatisfied for years.
"On the bed," Krillin commanded, surprising himself with his own dominance. "On your back. Spread your legs. I want to see your pussy."
Bulma obeyed, lying back on the silk sheets, opening her legs wide. Her pussy was glistening, pink and swollen and ready. Krillin climbed onto the bed between her thighs, his massive cock bobbing with each movement.
"Look at you," he said, running his hands up her thighs. "Look how wet you are. You really need this, don't you? You really need a real cock."
"Yes," Bulma moaned, her hips lifting in invitation. "Yes, please, Krillin. Please fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock. Show me what I've been missing."
Krillin positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. He looked down at her, at this beautiful woman who had chosen him, who wanted him, who needed him.
"Vegeta doesn't know what he has," Krillin said, his voice low. "He doesn't appreciate you. He doesn't please you. But I will, Bulma. I'll show you what sex is supposed to feel like."
And with that, he pushed forward.
Bulma screamed. It was a scream of pure pleasure, of finally being filled, of finally getting what she had needed for so long. Krillin's cock stretched her wide, filling her completely, hitting places inside her that had never been touched.
"Oh god," Bulma panted, her hands gripping the sheets. "Oh god, oh god, oh god. It's so big. It's so fucking big. You're so deep, Krillin. You're so fucking deep."
Krillin groaned, feeling her tight heat wrapped around him. She was perfect. She was everything. He pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again, making her cry out.
"More," Bulma begged. "Harder. Please, harder. I can take it. I need it."
Krillin began to move, setting a rhythm that was hard and deep and perfect. Each thrust made Bulma moan, made her breasts bounce, made her eyes roll back in pleasure. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall.
"Yes!" Bulma cried out. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me like he never does! Show him what a real man can do!"
Krillin was lost in the sensation, in the tightness of her, in the sounds she was making. He pounded into her, his hips moving like pistons, his cock driving deep with every stroke.
And then he heard it. A sound from the doorway. A sharp intake of breath.
They both froze, turning to look. Vegeta stood there, his face a mask of rage and shock and something else... something that looked almost like despair.
"Vegeta," Bulma said, her voice breathless, her body still impaled on Krillin's massive cock. "You're just in time."
"How dare you," Vegeta whispered, his voice deadly quiet. "How dare you bring this... this bald runt into our home. Into our bed."
"Your bed?" Bulma laughed, but there was no humor in it. She shifted her hips, making Krillin groan, making sure Vegeta could see exactly how filled she was. "This hasn't been our bed in years, Vegeta. This has been my prison. My place of disappointment."
She wrapped her legs around Krillin's waist, pulling him deeper, making herself moan loudly.
"Look at him," Bulma commanded, her eyes locked on her husband. "Look at his cock, Vegeta. Look at how big he is. Look at how he fills me completely. Do you see what I need? Do you see what you can never give me?"
Vegeta's fists clenched, his whole body shaking with rage. But he didn't move. He didn't attack. He just stood there, watching.
"Fifteen inches," Bulma said, her voice cruel now, fueled by years of frustration. "Fifteen inches of hard, thick, human cock. And you... how big are you, Vegeta? Three inches? Four on a good day?"
"Bulma," Vegeta growled, but his voice was weak.
"Pathetic," Bulma spat. "You're the Prince of all Saiyans, and you're pathetic. All that power, all that muscle, and you're nothing but a disappointment in bed. Krillin is stronger than you here. He's more of a man than you'll ever be."
She turned her attention back to Krillin, her expression softening. "Don't stop," she whispered. "Please, don't stop. Fuck me. Make me cum. Show him how it's done."
Krillin hesitated, looking at Vegeta, knowing that the Saiyan prince could destroy him with a finger flick. But then he saw something in Vegeta's eyes. Not just rage. Shame. And something else... was he... was he looking at Krillin's cock with something like fascination?
"Fuck her," Vegeta said suddenly, his voice rough. "If this is what she wants. If this is what she needs. Fuck her. Show me what I cannot give."
Krillin's eyes widened. Was Vegeta... was he giving permission?
"Do it," Vegeta commanded, stepping further into the room. "Show me how a real man pleasures my wife. Show me what she deserves."
Krillin looked down at Bulma, who nodded, her eyes bright with tears and arousal. And then he began to move again.
He fucked her hard, pounding into her with all the strength his years of training had given him. Bulma screamed, her nails raking down his back, her legs locked around him. The bed shook, the headboard slammed, and the sound of their bodies coming together filled the room.
"Yes!" Bulma cried out. "Yes, Krillin! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Make me cum! Make me cum on your big cock!"
Krillin shifted his angle, grinding against her clit with each thrust, hitting that perfect spot inside her. He could feel her tightening around him, feel her getting close.
"Vegeta," Bulma gasped, looking at her husband where he stood, watching. "Watch this. Watch what a real cock can do. Watch me cum like you never made me cum."
And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She screamed Krillin's name, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock in rhythmic pulses that almost made him lose control.
"Krillin! Oh god, Krillin! Yes! Yes! YES!"
Krillin gritted his teeth, holding back his own release. He wasn't done. He wanted more. He wanted to make this last, wanted to show Vegeta exactly what Bulma had been missing.
He pulled out, making Bulma whimper at the loss, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Her ass was perfect, round and pale, her pussy glistening and open and ready.
"Look at her," Krillin said to Vegeta, his voice rough with arousal. "Look at your wife. Look how wet she is. Look how ready."
And then he slammed back into her, making Bulma scream again, making her collapse forward onto her elbows as he took her from behind.
"So tight," Krillin groaned. "So fucking tight. You feel incredible, Bulma. You feel like heaven."
"Don't stop," Bulma moaned, her face pressed into the pillows. "Please don't stop. I'm going to cum again. You're going to make me cum again."
Krillin pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock bottoming out with every thrust. He could feel his own orgasm building, feel the pressure in his balls, the tingling at the base of his spine.
"Vegeta," Krillin found himself saying, caught up in the moment, in the power, in the dominance. "Look at her face. Look at how much she loves this. Look at how much she needs this."
Vegeta had moved closer, close enough to see Bulma's face, twisted in ecstasy, close enough to see where Krillin's massive cock was disappearing into his wife's pussy, stretching her wide, making her take every inch.
"She's never looked like that for you, has she?" Krillin said, the words coming out before he could stop them. "She's never moaned like that. She's never begged for more."
"No," Vegeta admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "Never."
"I'm going to cum," Krillin announced, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing their rhythm. "I'm going to cum inside her. I'm going to fill her with my cum. And you're going to watch."
"Yes," Bulma begged. "Yes, please, cum inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel it. I want to feel you cum."
Krillin's orgasm hit him like a Kamehameha wave, exploding from him with the force of all his ki. He buried himself deep, his cock pulsing, pumping stream after stream of hot cum into Bulma's waiting pussy.
"Fuck!" he roared, his whole body shaking. "Fuck, Bulma, I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard!"
Bulma felt it, felt the heat flooding her, felt the pulses of his cock as he emptied himself into her. It triggered her own second orgasm, and she came again, screaming, her body milking him for every drop.
"Krillin! Oh god, I can feel it! I can feel your cum! It's so much! There's so much!"
They collapsed together, Krillin falling forward onto her back, both of them panting, sweating, spent. For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing.
And then Krillin pulled out, and they all watched as his cum began to leak from Bulma's well-fucked pussy, dripping onto the sheets, evidence of what had just happened.
Vegeta stood there, his face unreadable. But when he spoke, his voice was different. Less angry. More... accepting?
"Is this what you want?" he asked Bulma. "Is this what you need?"
Bulma rolled onto her back, looking at her husband with eyes that were soft now, despite everything. "I need to feel desired," she said. "I need to feel satisfied. Can you understand that?"
Vegeta looked at Krillin, who was pulling his clothes back on, trying to be modest despite everything. "And you?" Vegeta asked. "What do you want?"
Krillin met his eyes. "I want to help," he said simply. "I want to make her happy. And if that means... if that means this.then yes. I want this too."
Vegeta was silent for a long moment. Then he nodded, once, sharply. "This changes nothing between us, bald man. I am still the Prince of all Saiyans. I am still stronger than you in every way that matters."
"Except one," Bulma said softly.
Vegeta's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. "Except one," he agreed.
And as Krillin finished dressing and moved to leave, Bulma caught his hand. "Will you come back?" she asked.
Krillin looked at Vegeta, who said nothing, whose face was carefully blank. Then he looked at Bulma, beautiful and satisfied and looking at him like he was the most wonderful thing in the world.
"Yes," he said. "If you want me to. I'll come back."
"Tomorrow," Bulma said. It wasn't a request.
"Tomorrow," Krillin agreed.
And as he walked out of Capsule Corporation, into the cool night air, he couldn't help but think that things had changed forever. The dynamics of their little group would never be the same.
But as he remembered Bulma's moans, her screams of pleasure, the way she had looked at him with such need and gratitude, he found that he didn't care.
Some things were worth the risk.