Vegeta tried not to laugh in the woman's face at the very idea of forgiving himself. That wasn't going to happen. Vegeta didn't know how to forgive anyone, let alone himself. It wasn't in his nature. He did know how to fuck, at least. So he could do that to distract himself from the raw, renewed wound the woman had torn open with her relentless curiosity.
Gods the woman was delightful to fuck. He could fuck the woman into the ground if she'd let him. He could fuck her until she passed out. He could fuck her until he said foolish things to her. It was clear now that the woman wanted to be bred, and that she enjoyed getting properly fucked. That fact alone made Vegeta feel it was almost an honor to finally give the woman sexual satisfaction at this late stage in her life.
What were human males doing while coupling? There was nothing particularly complicated or unusual about human female anatomy. It resembled pussies and other entrances Vegeta had seen on other species, with differences in positions and proportions, but most female genitalia had nerve bundles that had to be treated right. It was purely a matter of observation to find what "right" was, and Vegeta liked figuring that sort of thing out. Vegeta liked bringing pleasure in this one small sphere of his life.
Vegeta took the woman's breast in his hand and thumbed her nipple. He looked into her eyes again as he dipped to suckle the other. He had it hard in no time. She groaned and ground her cum-slick folds on his cock. He purred, "Woman, I want to make you come until you pass out."
The woman panted and said, "Vegeta…"
"That is my name, beautiful," he whispered and nipped across her chest to suck her other nipple.
She gasped as he opened his mouth wide so he could swirl his tongue around the hardened nub. Her breasts were objectively lovely. Breasts like this were fairly unusual in Vegeta's experience. They felt so good in his hands as he cupped the other, pinching the nipple between his forefinger and his thumb, rolling it just a bit, tugging occasionally.
"Fucking gods, you're gonna make me come with just my nipples and your dick rubbing on my clit," she breathed and nudged at his forehead, pushing his head back so she could kiss his mouth, taking it off her breast.
Vegeta smirked against her lips. "That sounds fun," Vegeta said and brought his other hand off her hip and started working both nipples with his hands as he kissed her more deeply. He used the muscles at the base of his cock to shift his angle so he could rub the hard ridge along the underside against her clit.
The woman shoved him back on the bed, and he allowed it. He would allow her anything with his body. She straddled him again and adjusted herself so she could really grind herself on his shaft. She panted, "Oh gods, are…are you sure this is okay?"
He twisted both nipples and bucked up against her sensitive folds. "I'm quite certain," he said and put his hips into it, sliding along her clit. He brought his cock down until his slit, spilling pre-cum, nudged at her engorged nub. He rubbed his head around on her clit until it was wet from both of them. She looked down and watched, her cheeks flushed beautifully, her hair an unruly mess. Vegeta loved making her look this way. He loved disheveling her.
"Feels good, Bulma?" Vegeta whispered, as her mouth hung open.
She nodded frantically and tentatively wrapped her hand around his cock. She met his eyes as she used it like a toy, stimulating herself with his prick. Vegeta groaned with pleasure that she let him have this. She gasped, "Yeah, oh gods…Vegeta…I'm so close…"
"Come for me, and then I'm going to fuck you, Bulma. I want you to ride me again because you're gorgeous. You feel so good on my cock. I love when you play with me. Come for me," Vegeta pleaded and watched her pupils dilate. He scented her arousal rising, felt the heat from her pussy as it clenched. "Take me inside you so I can make it better," Vegeta breathed.
The woman listened and even as she wailed with her climax, she guided him inside her sheath. He felt for what he wanted to hit, almost losing himself in the bliss of her wet, gripping pussy. He growled, "Fuck yes, you feel so fucking good!" He drove up into her once he'd found what he wanted. He drove into the spot relentlessly and her eyes went wide.
The woman screamed and clawed at his pecs. The seizing and twitching of her pussy redoubled and she slammed down on him as hard as she could with her soft, human body. He never let go of her nipples, and the results were excellent. She pleaded and her release dragged on and on until he could tell she was approaching overstimulation. He was so close to coming, but he didn't want to push her.
Her tightly closed eyes flew open as he slowed and she commanded him, "Come inside me, Vegeta. Come inside me!"
Vegeta smirked and let himself go with a breathy cry and a few final, savage pumps. Before he'd finished spilling his seed inside her, she collapsed on his chest and kissed him like she would die without it. "Vegeta, fucking gods, oh my gods, Vegeta, yes, oh gods…" she said and he felt a powerful aftershock grip her body.
He slid his hands down her flanks and palmed her round, plump ass. He wondered if she'd ever taken it in the ass. Or given it. He doubted it. Earthling gender nonsense seemed to preclude the pleasure of pegging. It was a damn shame. Vegeta would very much like Bulma to peg the life out of him. He growled a little, just imagining it, and rocked up into her.
"How the hell are you still hard?" she said, still catching her breath. She threaded her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly, and it felt wonderful. Vegeta missed being touched like this, even if he didn't deserve it.
"Hmm?" he asked and kissed her more, not really wanting to point out that human males were apparently weaker on every front. That Saiyans were breeders and colonizers and that their cocks could wage war too. Vegeta smirked, he imagined he was better in bed than Kakarot. But the woman hadn't slept with Kakarot so he couldn't be sure and he certainly wasn't going to fuck Kakarot's screechy wife to find out.
"You heard me, bad man. How do you still have a hard-on?"
"How could I not be hard with you lying naked on top of me, woman?" Vegeta said and nipped her earlobe. He squeezed her ass. "Perhaps you thought I was joking about fucking you until you passed out? Would you like to share my bed as they do in my books?"
"Did you not do that so much in space?" the woman asked, propping her chin on one of her hands, her elbow in his armpit.
"I did with Raditz. Otherwise, only with partners I was considerably more powerful than. Not worth the risk, in general."
"How strange that you would willingly fuck someone you were wary of like that," the woman said and played with his hair more. "Your hair is so intriguing. It is much softer than I expected."
"Mmm…" Vegeta hummed and dragged his fingers through hers gently, untangling a few snarls. "Yours is very silky, but I imagined it would be."
The woman blushed and a shy smile spread on her face. She said, "You…you imagined what my hair would feel like?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Vegeta said.
"So you didn't just fuck me to put me off your past?" she asked.
Vegeta's eyebrows came together. "That's why you think I did this?"
She shrugged. "I honestly have no idea why you did this. Your actions often baffle me. I thought you hated me until…until recently. Or maybe…I don't know, not hated, but that you merely tolerated me for lack of options," she said, scrutinizing him in that way she had. In that prying way.
Vegeta didn't want her to go. He wanted her to sleep in his arms. He wanted to fuck her awake in the morning. He wanted the opportunity to keep fucking her. But he didn't know what to say that wouldn't be wrong. He hesitated and said, "No. I rather enjoy your company. Now I know that I enjoy fucking you as well." He felt his cheeks heat.
She looked as if he'd slapped her. Vegeta had hoped that his statement was nice without being overly romantic, but it seemed he'd fucked up somehow. He always fucked up. He hated this fucking planet. He hated fucking human culture. The woman said, "You enjoy my company?"
"Yes. It's understandable that the feeling isn't mutual. I'm…abrasive…when I'm frustrated. Well. All the time. I…But…you…you please me," Vegeta said, feeling flustered and awkward. He regretted not sticking to fucking. He should have fucked her another time or two and she would have been too tired for this nonsense.
"No, that isn't what I meant. It just surprises me. I like you too, Vegeta." She grinned, kissing him, and said, "You please me, even if you can be a complete asshole. I like that you're never cowed by me. I like that you stand up to me."
Vegeta gave a chuff of laughter. "Indeed. I like that about you as well. You're no coward, that's for sure. Never afraid to face death, are you?" He grazed the back of his fingers along her jawline and plunged his hand into her silky hair, pulling her mouth down to his.
"Vegeta…thank you…for telling me. I'm sorry you've suffered alone with your grief," she whispered and kissed him.
He was glad they kissed for a long time. It gave him a moment to compose himself after her unnecessary kind words. It still confused the shit out of Vegeta that she was so blasé about him murdering his longtime lover. But he supposed nothing else about the fucking planet and species made sense, there was no point in thinking too deeply on it.
The wound she'd ripped open still throbbed though. He had stuffed his feelings about Raditz deep, not wanting to confront his own shitty behavior. Dealing with his own daily shitty behavior was trying enough, but to face his past crimes exhausted him. And while suicide often appealed to Vegeta, he wanted to save this worthless backwater if only because the woman loved her home. She loved her life. She loved her idiot friends. If he could help keep those things intact for her, that was worth staying alive. It was worth training constantly. It was worth spilling the black tar of his past to her. He would do almost anything for the woman in his arms.
A flicker of hope warmed his heart: perhaps he could love her properly. Perhaps he could be good to her. He had no idea how to do that, but he supposed fucking her well was as good a place to start as any. Giving her a strong, healthy child would also help. He suspected she was embarrassed about her advanced age for breeding, so he saw no reason to bring it up, but he was glad he could give that to her. His eyebrows furrowed. He knew little about human gestation and birth. He would have to go to the library and do some research.
The woman sighed and pushed herself up off him. She said, "I believe I will take you up on that offer to sleep with you, because I'm exhausted. I can't believe you're still hard, good gods, Vegeta, how much would I have to fuck you to get that monster down?" She swaggered to the bathroom and he moaned at the sight of her perfect, naked form in the dim light.
He hopped up and followed her. She seemed confused by his presence in the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the toilet. "By all means. I'm going to brush my teeth, but then I need to piss, I drank too much."
She gaped at him and sat on the toilet. "Wow…okay…so…you're just…fine…with this?"
"With what? Earthling toilets? They're very wasteful, but I'm unsurprised, given how primitive much of your tech is. I can't believe you can encapsulate whole houses but you still use paper to wipe your asses and water to remove your elimination. That would never work in space. Water is precious."
"No, not…wow. Okay, well, I want to hear more about space toilets and how you, um, wipe," the woman said and turned fuchsia.
Vegeta wasn't sure he would ever understand some of the shit that made the woman fucking blush. He set to cleaning his teeth, leaning on the counter so he could admire her body while he did so. She squirmed under his gaze. He removed his toothbrush and said, in a somewhat garbled voice, "What? Why are you uncomfortable?"
"I…I've never gone the bathroom with a man in the room."
Vegeta's eyebrows shot up and he started laughing uncontrollably. He spit in the sink so he didn't dribble foam down his chin. He wheezed, "Why? You fucked the weakling I killed, yes? And isn't it important for females to piss after coupling? How have you not pissed in front of a male? Is that another part of the fucked up gender nonsense on this planet? Are women not allowed to eliminate waste? Do you just have to hold it until the male is gone or unconscious? Good gods, between that and not bringing you off, they seem unworthy of your affections."
The woman's cheeks were vermillion but she searched the ground and straightened up on the toilet as she said, "I…it's just an unspoken thing that…that…I don't know! I've never done it, okay, so…get out!"
Vegeta finished brushing his teeth, rinsed his mouth, and turned back to her with crossed arms. "No. You need to get over this bullshit. I want you to be comfortable around me. You can't be if you're concerned about pissing for fuck's sake. What would you do if you had to take a shit?" Vegeta asked.
The woman was potentially having a stroke, judging by her complexion and expression. Vegeta hooted with laughter. "Oh good gods, are you not allowed to even acknowledge your bodily functions around males? I've seen that sort of nonsense on planets I purged that were exceptionally primitive. I didn't realize humans were that…pathetic. Woman," Vegeta knelt before her and kissed her deeply while she sat on the toilet. She reared away from him and he whispered, "Take…a…piss."
The woman finally laughed and shoved at him. "I'm not peeing while I kiss you! It's embarrassing! Going to the bathroom is private!"
"Well, I've lived my entire life in barracks and in the field, on crowded ships, so it is not private to me. I demand you assimilate to me for once," Vegeta said and another growling laugh escaped him. He drove his fingers into her silky hair again and leaned in to kiss her again. "Come on, woman, don't be shy. If you're not going to piss, I could make use of the fact that you're just open and exposed with plenty of space to maneuver underneath your sweet pussy." He walked his fingers up the line where her thighs were clamped tightly together, her blue curls at the juncture.
"You are not fingering me on the toilet, Vegeta!"
"Then stop being weird and take a piss. My bladder has a lot of ethanol in it."
She stood up. Vegeta rolled his eyes, sat, pointed his still-hard dick down, and took a piss, arching a challenging eyebrow at her. "I thought you were fearless, woman," he said, smirking.
"Oh, fine! Fuck you!" she said and slapped his ass when he stood. She struggled on the toilet for some time and finally her heard her void her bladder.
"Excellent! I'm so proud of you, woman!" Vegeta said in an excessively cheerful tone. He quipped her chin and laughed as she scrunched up her face in anger.
"Godsdamnit, Vegeta, you asshole!" she finished, wiped, and flushed.
"You even use paper after urinating! More wasteful than I thought," Vegeta said, curious now, "Do males do that as well?"
"I…no…I don't think so," she said, "You are teaching me about space toilets tomorrow and Capsule Corp is going to make a boatload of money with more efficient toilets."
"I would like to contribute to the costs of keeping me as your unruly house-pet, and while I never anticipated shit-removal being the way I would do so, I suppose it's as good a way as any. Next in your training to be a warrior is taking a shit in front of me," Vegeta said and clutched her naked body against his.
"Your training is to try to be less of a dick right after you get laid," the woman said and kissed him, grazing her fingernails down his arms.
They climbed into bed together and she curled on her side and encouraged him to wrap his body around her from behind. He liked that she showed this vulnerability with him even though it was their first time coupling. Even though he'd just told her that he killed his previous lover. He hoped it meant that she trusted him not to harm her. He buried his face in her soft hair and tried to quiet his mind.
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