The woman held Vegeta and he couldn't stop sobbing. Until she prodded him about sex in space during their first picnic, Vegeta had successfully suppressed almost everything from his past. Vegeta believed that if he buried things long enough, or pretended they were meaningless, that eventually he would feel like less of an open, suppurating sore. Even though the scab had been thin and cracking, the woman was the one to start debriding the wound. Vegeta wondered now as he pressed his damp, puffy face into her neck, if she could truly clean it and bandage it, maybe help him heal.
It was foolish and selfish to want such a thing. Vegeta deserved to be the pus and maggot-filled mess of a man that he was. He deserved worse, but he'd known since he was a boy that the universe never gave anyone what they deserved. He clung to the woman because he was too cowardly to kill himself. He wept on her shoulder because he was too afraid to look in her eyes. He hid from himself as much as from her because he didn't know what it would do to him to open himself up in the way she wanted. He could feel her wish to hear his secrets like a throbbing pulse in his forehead: tell her, tell her, tell her. Tell her, so she can run away.
But Vegeta didn't want her to run away. He wanted to fuck her and love her and try in his shitty way to take care of her. He wanted to be her fucking mate, and he selfishly, undeservedly, and wholeheartedly wanted her to want him back. He ached for her to love him. She couldn't though. She couldn't love him as long as his past stunk so horribly, as it necrotized, turning the rest of his shriveled soul into a gangrenous mess. The woman was too curious to even attempt to love him without seeing what the wound was, finding out what caused it. That was the conundrum: he knew she couldn't love him without knowing, and he also knew that she wouldn't love him if she knew. She would be disgusted. Horrified. And she should be. He was. He could hardly expect a better response from someone else.
Vegeta cried and cried. She let him. He cried until he could breathe a little. He felt more sober and the world spun less. Once he wasn't quaking with his pathetic weeping, the woman interrupted his incessant rumination and despair, "Vegeta, will you please just tell me what's eating you alive? I've been trying subtly for years to get you to at least be my friend, but whatever makes you so caustic—"
"I am caustic. Nothing makes me caustic. It's just my fucking pH!" Vegeta choked out.
The woman laughed. At least she appreciated Vegeta's attempt at wit. He chuckled through his tears a little.
"Don't be an even bigger, burning pain in my ass, Vegeta," the woman said and turned her face to his, using both hands to force his face toward hers. He kept his eyes closed. She would see right through him to his slimy, festering soul. "Stop being this way. You keep inadvertently pissing all over the patriarchy, why can't you drop this steaming turd on it and share whatever is upsetting you? Men on Earth don't do that, but you're not like them. That's why I like you, even if I sometimes buy into the bullshit, but don't realize it until you make me see the absurdity of the way humans do things."
"What patriarchy? I thought this country had a prime minister or some nonsense that you people choose?" Vegeta said. He still had to focus not to slur. His tongue felt like it had ball bearings in it. Had the woman just said she liked him?
The woman pressed her forehead to his and said, "Oh, you're so dumb and cute even when you're a dick. I love it. Not that. Never mind. You know how I was calling the books you like trash?"
"Yes. I resent it. I like them. And so does your mother. It's disrespectful for you to denigrate them when I doubt if you've even read them," Vegeta huffed. He wanted to lead her away from himself and if listening to her berate the stories he enjoyed was the path away, then he would walk it.
The woman kissed him again. It surprised Vegeta and he fell into it, cupping her jaw and pulling her upper body tight against his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she plunged her tongue into his mouth again. Gods she tasted fantastic even with the light vapor of alcohol on her breath. Vegeta wondered if he could use sex to distract her from his wounds. Vegeta would now wager his life (not that it had value, but it was all he currently had) that the woman had never been fucked properly, even if she thought she had. Vegeta's pride was a ridiculous front in many ways, but not in that regard. Vegeta knew how to fuck someone well.
He leaned farther forward to lay her back in the grass. The alcohol made everything swivel. He almost overbalanced and fell on top of her but she resisted his attempt to lay her back. He pulled out of the kiss and opened his eyes.
"Not gonna let you fuck your way out of this, Vegeta. You've been a train wreck too long. At first, I really did just think you were that much of a flaming asshole, that it was just who you are, but I looked closer. You're just haunted. Something broke you. Something besides Frieza. Goku told me all about that, so don't think you're going to pass that off as your real issue. I'm sure Frieza fucked you up, too, but this, whatever you almost told me the other night, I know that's why you're so mean all the time."
Vegeta parried again. "I'm mean? What about you!? Calling my books trash! Calling me an asshole all the time!"
"Okay, the books I'll give you, but calling you an asshole is appropriate when you're being a godsdamned asshole!" the woman said, still so close to him. Still kissing distance. Still with her slender, pale arms around his neck. She kissed him teasingly and he tried again to make her lay back. And again, as always, the woman didn't put up with his bullshit. "No, Vegeta. Talk first."
Vegeta decided to try another thing he'd never tried. He kissed her, nibbled her lip, and then sucked along her jaw to her ear. He bit the lobe softly before slipping his tongue into her ear. She shivered in his arms. He breathed, "Please…please…" and he took a deep breath before he continued, "Please, Bulma…"
She gasped as he slid his tongue around the shell of her ear. Her fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his skull again and he kissed down her neck, licked along her collarbone, pausing to tongue-fuck the hollow at the base of her throat. He sucked up the other side of her neck, feeling her pulse skyrocket under his tongue, and nipped her other ear. He whispered, "Please, Bulma."
The woman panted and the last of the sun's red light made her flushed cheeks look even darker. She let him lay her back now as he eased her onto the grass, cradling her head as he set her down. He kissed her mouth more and she tugged at his shirt. She trailed her hands over his scarred chest after she finished taking it off.
Vegeta wanted to be glad that he was victorious, that the woman was going to let him fuck her. He could hear it in the roaring thunder of her pulse, smell it in the sweet scent of her heat and arousal, and feel it in the desperate way she touched him. Vegeta wanted to fuck her badly, so he was elated, but the part of him that kept him from killing himself howled that he should have taken the offer to unburden his soul. Vegeta stomped on that tiny, slimy, weakling part of himself like a slug. He wished he'd had the will to squash it earlier and kill himself, to spare the woman this mistake.
This was the first time Vegeta had ever spoken her name, and it felt disrespectful to do so, but it was clear that she loved it. He trailed his tongue down her sternum and as he paused to unbutton her shirt, he breathed, "Bulma," against her skin. Even her name felt good on his tongue. She let him lift her off the ground to slide her blouse off her shoulders. She trembled under his touch.
Before he set her down, he felt for the clasp on her bra and unhooked it, almost moaning at just the thought of finally seeing her bare breasts. She let him remove the infuriating garment and he kissed up the inside of each arm as he took off each strap. When her chest was bare beneath him, he sat back on his haunches to look at her.
As always, the woman was unafraid, or at least made a good show, but her legs were quivering just the slightest amount and her eyes looked as vulnerable as he felt when she prodded him about his past. He ran his hands up her flanks and bent to tease one of her nipples with his tongue and murmured, "You're so fucking beautiful. So fucking smart. So fucking fierce. You don't fight fair, woman." He sucked her nipple hard and her hips came off the ground, her skirt sliding up her thighs so it barely covered her.
She moaned as he licked over to her other nipple. He took it between his teeth and tugged it just a bit, uncertain how resilient a human female body was. She breathed, "Oh fuck, Vegeta!" and her hips rose up again. He moved between her legs in only his training pants, tight enough that there was no disguising his hard-on if she looked or felt.
It saddened Vegeta that she was so responsive and hungry, even though it also excited him. But it made him think maybe she hadn't gotten laid in a very long time either and that was just unacceptable. The woman was flawless. Brilliant, beautiful, confident. She had both wealth and status. She was practically a queen. Why had no proper suitor found her and won her? Were human males blind as well as stupid and weak? Vegeta felt fury on behalf of the woman's sexual satisfaction. It enraged him that she might've been going without pleasure all this time. If nothing else, he could have given her that.
He kissed down her belly as he ran his hands up and down the outside of her thighs. Her heat smell was so strong and he wanted to roar like an animal that he would finally get to taste her like this, to actually bury his face in her. He swirled his tongue in her navel for a moment before he broke away and pushed her legs straight in the air to hike off her skirt and panties.
"Fucking gods, Bulma," he groaned scenting her at last with nothing filtering and tainting it.
She grinned at him and said, "I didn't know you knew my name until tonight."
"It should be used reverently, never casually," he murmured and rested each of her legs on his shoulders. He started at the ankle of the left and sucked and licked and nipped his way down the flawless length of her leg. When he reached her pussy, he smelled her, teasing her more with the gentlest, softest lick on her lips, tasting and feeling the blue curls. He ran his tongue up the cleft between them. A high-pitched gasp eked out of her. He sat back up and gave her other leg the same treatment.
Vegeta didn't know if she would ever let him fuck her again. Her heat and desire to be bred were probably the only reason she was allowing it now, but at least she would bear a strong, healthy child by his seed. He was beyond caring about her reason for allowing this. But he wanted to savor every second of her body being his.
His mouth reached her pussy again and he gripped the back of her thighs and opened her wide for him. She stammered, "V…Veg…Vegeta, I…um…it's…I…"
He met her eyes over her pussy and used the point of his tongue to slide along either side of her clit. She tasted better than he'd ever fantasized. Better than any pussy he'd ever eaten. Better than any cock he'd sucked. Nothing sexual had ever turned him on like finally getting to taste the woman he wanted to mate with. He sucked her clit softly for just a moment after her incoherent muttering and said, "Do you want me to stop?"
"I…I don't…Um…I've never really…" she whispered.
"No one has done this for you?" Vegeta said, his fury rising. It redoubled his hunger and his desire to please her.
She shook her head and said, "I, um, I just don't like it, or, well, I, I guess I haven't…you know…when…"
Vegeta kissed the inside of her thighs and sat back to watch her face, taking her legs back up on his shoulders so she didn't feel so exposed. He asked, "You haven't what?"
The woman's legs shook more and she muttered, "I…um…I don't come that way."
Vegeta was surprised that his eyebrows didn't just fly off into space they went up so hard. He would kill the weakling. But for now, caressing her thighs, still holding her legs up on his shoulders, he said, "That's a fucking tragedy. One I intend to remedy."
"Vegeta, no, I…It just makes me super nervous and self-conscious, please…"
"Do you trust me?" Vegeta said.
The woman seemed to be taken off guard by the question. She said, "Yeah, actually, I do."
"Then trust me now," Vegeta said and sucked on her inner thigh, swirling his tongue on the trapped skin. He let it go and spread her legs apart. He nibbled gently along each lip and then licked up alongside her clit on both sides again. He pressed his tongue flat on her clit and moved it in tiny circles, careful not to add too much pressure too quickly. He trailed his hand up her belly to her breast and took her nipple between his thumb and middle finger so he could tug on it and rub the tip with his forefinger at the same time.
"Vegeta, oh fuck, Kami, Kami, Kami!" the woman cried.
His tongue danced along the upper edge of her clit as it engorged more, giving him more traction. He took it between his lips and sucked it, brushing his tongue back and forth over it as he did so. She writhed and bucked against him and panted out his name.
He shifted, never stopping his tongue's fast movements, and teased her opening with two fingers, slick with spit and her own wetness. He sucked harder on her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her, moaning against her pussy at how tight she was, and she groaned, "Oh fuck, Vegeta, oh fuck yes, Vegeta! Vegeta, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He reached for her spot, feeling her body's responses as he thrust at slightly different angles until he found the one that made her pussy twitch on his fingers. He let her clit go and flattened his tongue on it again, using chi to make it vibrate as he moved it in circles. She screamed more and he thrust deeper with his fingers. Her thighs gripped his head and she wailed as he felt the delicious clenching of her orgasm. Her pussy gripped and seized on his fingers so hard that her clit almost vibrated back against him.
He eased his mouth off her as she became hypersensitive. She looked at him with wide eyes as her chest heaved and she said, "Fuck me! I need you to fuck me, Vegeta!" She sat up and shoved at his pants.
Vegeta's hard-on popped free and she kissed him sloppily as she used her feet to kick his pants the rest of the way off. Vegeta didn't even dare speak he wanted to fuck her so badly. Going down on her had been bliss, but his cock throbbed for release. He could think of nothing in his entire life that he'd wanted more than to spend himself deep inside the perfect woman beneath him.
She flopped back, her breasts bouncing beautifully, and threw her legs back over his shoulders. He gripped her ass and lifted her with one hand while he aligned himself. Her eyelids fluttered as he drove his cock inside her slippery, still seizing pussy. "Gods, Bulma," he rasped.
She breathed, "Gods, your dick is as hot as the rest of your body. Holy shit, you feel so good."
Vegeta snapped his hips forward, now able to hold her full ass with both hands. He drove into her hard, but he felt for the angle she liked again. Vegeta panted, his eyes squeezing shut. If he looked at her he might come. "Bulma…" he groaned again, unable to stop himself from using her name like this. He knew it was different for humans and that she likely preferred that. He supposed even if this was the only time, he was still fathering her child, so it was appropriate that he use her name.
He tucked his ass so his cock drove up at more of angle. He knew he would feel incredible no matter how he fucked her, so his only concern was finding the spot inside her that made her scream. He spread his knees farther apart and held her thighs tighter so he could thrust into her harder.
"Fuck! Vegeta! Oh my gods! I…Fuck!" she moaned.
He liked making her incoherent this way. He could feel her pussy trembling and squeezing him as she approached her climax. "Will you come for me again, woman? I love having you come on my face. You taste fucking divine. But I want you to come on my cock."
Vegeta dared to open his eyes as her pussy started to clench and she bucked and twitched. A strangled cry came out of her and she scrabbled at his thighs with her hands. She screamed, "Vegeta! Oh gods! Yes! Yes! Yes!" and her eyes flew open. They met his.
Terror burned through him that she would just somehow know about everything by looking into him that way, but he didn't let his gaze drop. He held her eyes and turned into her leg with his mouth to kiss her knee as he gasped out, "Fuck, I'm coming! It feels amazing to come inside you, Bulma!"
She cried out more as they both rocked together through the shaking surges after their orgasms. He gave each of her ass cheeks a gentle slap, since he was also unsure what a human body's threshold for pain was. He lowered her down, but kept her on his prick. He couldn't imagine pulling out of her yet, she felt too good. He wanted to hold her and stay inside her until he was ready to go again. He kept his weight off her body, but kissed her again.
She coiled her arms around his head and crushed their mouths together. Her breathing was ragged and fast. It made him smile to wind a partner so easily. She slid her hands down his back, her fingertips dancing along some of the more tactile scars. After a long while kissing and rolling their hips against one another, she murmured, "Wow."
"Agreed," Vegeta said and smirked. He kissed the tip of her nose. "No one has done that for you? Is this planet opposed to everything related to sexual pleasure except novels?"
"I…well…no. It's just…I guess the guys I've been with…well…guy…um, he just said I was too hard to get off," the woman said, her eyes sneaking away from Vegeta's.
He pushed up more on his elbows and touched her jaw, pushed her face back to look at him. "Are you serious? You've never gotten off with a partner at all?"
The woman searched his eyes and shook her head slowly. She muttered, looking away again, "I've only been with Yamcha. I made out with a few guys when I was younger, but he's the only one I've had sex with. He didn't like going down on me. He, um, he said…well…never mind. But I see now that he was bad at it anyway, regardless of my own hang-ups."
"None of these boys you made out with did it either?" Vegeta said, trailing his fingers through her silky blue hair, running his thumb and forefinger around the edge of her ear. He wanted to remember every bit of her. The texture of every place on her body. The smell. The taste of her. He kissed her mouth again when she didn't answer. "They were bigger assholes than me, even. Truly you have a talent for finding unworthy men. Worthy suitors should flock to you. As I suspected, Earthling males are all complete fucking morons."
The way the woman looked at him then scared him. Vegeta wondered if he had gone too far insulting an entire half of her species. He couldn't take it back though. It was true. It baffled him that the woman didn't have a line out her door of men trying to prove their worth. How did they not see? Vegeta supposed maybe he should be grateful. It meant there was some small hope for her to love him, though her expression was so inscrutable that the hope was microscopic.
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