It happened on a Thursday night. Vegeta had returned early from a training session with Goku, deciding that his wife might appreciate his presence for once. He flew to Capsule Corporation, landing on the balcony of their bedroom, expecting to find Bulma reading or working on her computer.
What he found instead would change everything.
The bedroom door was open. Inside, he heard sounds that made his blood run cold. Moaning. Screaming. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh. And a voice he recognized all too well.
"Yes! Yes! Harder, Krillin! Fuck me harder!"
Vegeta's eyes turned dark. He walked into the bedroom slowly, his body trembling with rage. And there, on his own bed, was his wife Bulma, naked and on her hands and knees, while Krillin pounded into her from behind with his massive fifteen-inch cock.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Vegeta roared, his power flaring around him.
Krillin froze, his cock buried deep inside Bulma. He looked up, his eyes wide with fear. "Vegeta... I can explain..."
"Explain?!" Vegeta shouted, his voice shaking the walls. "You're fucking my wife! In my bed! There is no explanation for this!"
Bulma looked back at her husband, but she didn't look guilty. She looked angry. "Don't you dare, Vegeta. Don't you dare act like the victim here."
"The victim?!" Vegeta sputtered. "You're cheating on me!"
"Cheating?!" Bulma laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. She pushed back against Krillin, making his cock move inside her, deliberately taunting Vegeta. "How can I cheat when you never give me what I need? When you're never here? When you can't even satisfy me when you are here?"
Vegeta's face turned red. "I... I satisfy you! I am a Saiyan Prince! I am the strongest warrior in the universe!"
"Strongest warrior, yes," Bulma said, her voice cold. "But worst lover. Vegeta, I've been with you for years, and I've never had an orgasm. Never. Your cock is too small, and you finish in two minutes. You don't care about my pleasure. You only care about your own."
"That's not true!" Vegeta shouted, but his voice lacked conviction.
"Then show me," Bulma challenged. "Pull down your pants right now. Show Krillin what you're working with. Show us both why I should be satisfied with you."
Vegeta stood there, shaking, his pride warring with the truth. Finally, with trembling hands, he pulled down his pants.
Krillin and Bulma looked. Vegeta's cock was erect, but it was small - maybe four inches at most, thin and unimpressive compared to Krillin's massive member.
Bulma laughed. "See? Four inches. Krillin has fifteen. Fifteen, Vegeta. And he knows how to use it. He makes me cum every time. Every. Single. Time."
Vegeta's shoulders slumped. He looked at the floor, his pride crushed. "I... I didn't know," he whispered. "I thought... Saiyans are warriors. We focus on fighting, not... not this."
"Exactly," Bulma said, her voice softening slightly. "You Saiyans have small dicks because you rarely have sex. You focus on fighting. You don't care about pleasure. But I'm a woman, Vegeta. I need pleasure. I need to feel satisfied."
She looked at Krillin, then back at Vegeta. "But I don't want to leave you. I love you. I just need more than you can give me."
Vegeta looked up, his eyes wet. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying," Bulma said carefully, "that we need to find a way to make this work. Krillin gives me what I need physically. You give me other things. Maybe... maybe we can share."
"Share?" Vegeta repeated, confused.
"Yes," Bulma said. She looked at Krillin. "Keep fucking me. Don't stop. I want Vegeta to see what I need."
Krillin hesitated, but Bulma pushed back against him. "Do it," she commanded. "Fuck me hard. Show him how a real man satisfies his woman."
Krillin began to move again, slowly at first, then faster. He pounded into Bulma with force that made the bed shake, his massive cock stretching her wide, filling her completely.
"Yes! Yes!" Bulma screamed, her eyes locked on Vegeta's. "See, Vegeta? See how he fills me? See how deep he goes? Your little cock could never reach these places!"
Vegeta watched, his face a mixture of pain, humiliation, and something else - arousal. He was shocked to find himself getting hard watching his wife being taken by another man.
"Look at him," Bulma gasped, her body trembling as an orgasm built inside her. "Look at Krillin's cock, Vegeta. Look how big it is. How thick. How perfect. This is what I need. This is what you can't give me."
She came with a scream that shook the room, her body convulsing, her pussy gripping Krillin's massive cock. Vegeta had never seen her cum like that. Never seen her so wild, so free, so satisfied.
"Again," Bulma demanded when she could speak. "Make me cum again, Krillin. Cover me with your cum. I want him to see. I want him to see what a real man's seed looks like."
Krillin flipped her onto her back and climbed between her legs. He entered her again, pounding her with brutal force, his hips slamming against her thighs. Bulma screamed, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails drawing blood.
"Yes! Yes! Harder! Destroy me, Krillin! Make me yours!"
Vegeta watched, unable to look away, as Krillin fucked his wife with a passion and intensity he had never managed. The humiliation was complete, absolute. He was a Saiyan Prince, the strongest warrior, and he couldn't satisfy his own wife.
"I'm close," Krillin groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Bulma, I'm going to..."
"On me!" Bulma begged. "Cover me! Cover me completely!"
Krillin pulled out and positioned himself over her body. With a roar, he released, his cum shooting out in thick, powerful spurts. It covered her face, her mouth, her breasts, her stomach, her pussy - everywhere. Load after load, covering her entire body in white, sticky cum until she was completely coated, completely marked as his.
Bulma lay there, covered in Krillin's seed, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. She looked at Vegeta, her eyes half-closed with satisfaction.
"See?" she said softly. "See what he can give me?"
Vegeta nodded, tears in his eyes. "I see," he whispered. "I understand now."
He walked over to the bed, his pants still around his ankles. He looked at Bulma, covered in another man's cum, and then at Krillin, who was still hard and ready.
"I want to make you happy," Vegeta said, his voice breaking. "I want to try. Can I... can I join? Can I be part of this?"
Bulma looked at him, surprised. "You want to...?"
"Double penetration," Vegeta said, the words foreign and strange in his mouth. "I read about it. In a magazine. You take both of us. One in your pussy, one in your... your other hole. Maybe together we can satisfy you."
Bulma's eyes widened. Then she smiled, a real, genuine smile. "Vegeta... are you sure?"
"I want to make my wife happy," Vegeta said simply. "Even if it means sharing. Even if it means... this."
Krillin looked at Vegeta, then at Bulma. "I'm okay with it if you are, Bulma."
Bulma nodded, her heart racing. "Okay. Let's try. But Vegeta, you have to be gentle. I've never done this before."
Vegeta climbed onto the bed. Krillin positioned himself at Bulma's pussy again, while Vegeta moved to her other entrance. They worked together, slowly, carefully, until both were inside her.
"Oh god," Bulma gasped, her eyes wide. "So full. So completely full. Both of you. I have both of you inside me."
They began to move, finding a rhythm together. Krillin and Vegeta thrust in counter-time, so that one was always inside her while the other pulled back. Bulma screamed, her body overwhelmed with sensation, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" she cried out. "Both of you! Together! Make me cum! Make your wife cum, Vegeta!"
Vegeta felt something he had never felt before - the pleasure of truly satisfying his wife. Even with his small cock, he was part of this. He was contributing to her pleasure. He was making her happy.
"Bulma," he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster. "Bulma, I love you. I love you so much."
"I love you too," she gasped, her body trembling. "Both of you. I love both of you!"
She came with a scream that was louder than anything before, her body convulsing, her walls gripping both of them. The feeling was too much. Krillin and Vegeta came together, filling her with their seed from both sides, marking her as theirs together.
When they finished, they collapsed together on the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat and cum. Bulma was between them, her body covered in fluids, her eyes closed in complete satisfaction.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Both of you. Thank you."
Vegeta kissed her forehead, his heart full. "I understand now," he said softly. "I understand what you need. And I'll do my best to give it to you. Even if it means sharing. Even if it means... humiliation."
"It's not humiliation," Bulma said, opening her eyes to look at him. "It's love. Real love. Putting my needs before your pride. That's what love is."
Vegeta nodded, tears falling down his face. "I love you, Bulma. I always will."
"I know," she said, smiling. "And I love you. Both of you."
They lay there together, three lovers who had found an unusual but true way to be together. The humiliation had turned to acceptance, the anger to love, the pain to pleasure.
And as the sun rose the next morning, they were still together, still holding each other, still bound by something stronger than pride or jealousy.