Vegeta awoke before the woman, but he feigned sleep. He enjoyed letting her think she got the drop on him. She twisted over her shoulder and rolled quietly in his arms. He could feel her eyes on him. Her fingers delicately brushed over his face, tracing his features, until they dragged harder across his lips. She kissed him, obviously intending to wake him as she also wrapped her calloused hand around his prick.
"Good morning, woman. Not a touch of subtlety in your vulgar mind, is there?" he teased, not opening his eyes as he kissed her more. He slid his hand over her hip and clutched her ass, grinding her crotch against his very hard cock.
"It feels like it is going to be a good morning. And you make me feel vulgar, Vegeta. I can't think of anything but this," she whispered, running her hand up and down his prick, "About what I want to do with it."
"Oh? What do you want to do with my cock, woman? Have it for breakfast?" he said, cracking his eyes to see if she smiled at his suggestion.
"It's crossed my mind. Do aliens like having their dicks sucked?" she asked.
"While I can't speak for all aliens, in my experience, yes is a pretty universal answer to that question. Though I don't know if a human could properly suck Saiyan prick," Vegeta said, enjoying how it riled her up when he challenged her like this.
She chuckled and slapped his pec. "You're such an asshole, Vegeta. I bet I can suck your dick until your toes curl," she purred, issuing her own challenge.
He growled and threw back the covers, sprawling on his back. "Well, I wouldn't want you to go hungry. And I can never resist a wager. What do I get if I win and my toes remain uncurled?"
She moved lithely above him, her breasts pressed together by her arms, clearly a deliberate effort to show her physique off to him. "You get to fuck me more," she said.
"Do I only get to fuck you more if I resist your attempts to suck the cum right out of me?" Vegeta said, arching a brow at her.
"Hmm…I suppose not. Well…what do you want?"
"Nothing I haven't already gotten. If you can't suck me off, you have to come to my bed tonight," Vegeta said, holding out his hands as he saw humans making deals do.
"What do I get if I do suck you off?" the woman said, eyeballing his hand.
"What do you want, woman?"
"Go out to dinner with me tonight. Get dressed up and act civil while we eat a meal together in public," she said, staring him down.
The request startled Vegeta. He stammered, "But…I…I have no currency, I can't—"
"I know that, bad man. I'll pay. I want you to behave yourself. I want to take you out and show you off. Show the world that I briefly tamed the Prince of All Saiyans," she said.
It intrigued Vegeta that the money didn't matter to her. Wealth was an important factor in most matches he saw on the television and in his books. Men without money were never considered as mate-potential. Vegeta canted his head. That was confusing enough, but the fact that she wanted to be seen in public with him was bizarre. "Why?"
"Why what?" she asked, still stroking his prick.
He gripped her wrist, stopping her from distracting him. "Why would you want anyone to know you…you endure my company?"
"I don't endure your company, Vegeta. Good gods. Because. I'm a human, Vegeta, and while some of the nonsense you spew makes no sense to me, some of it has a strange ring of truth that I find a little unsettling. But it doesn't matter. I'm bound by the way I was socialized. And I'm socialized to feel…slutty…if I don't have a relationship with the man I'm fucking."
"But you don't want a relationship with the man you're fucking," Vegeta clarified.
"That's not true. I told you I like you. You are way more insecure than I expected—"
"I'm not insecure. I'm fucking sensible. Do you not understand that I'm categorically a terrible choice for a partner? I'm a destitute, lover-murdering, abrasive—"
She cut him off with her mouth, kissing him until he rocked his hips up to get some friction. Her mouth, even stale with morning breath, was delightful. He wanted to skip the whole wager and sink into her pussy so slowly, bring her up at a torturous pace, and make her come so hard she saw stars.
He decided the wager would wait, because he needed to do just that. He rolled her onto her back and his hand dragged down her soft belly to her blue curls. His fingers slid into her folds alongside her clit. He held it gently as he started circling the pads of his fingers. He bent to suckle her nipples as she arched and gasped. It pissed him off that she'd never had this. She was far too wonderful to have been deprived of sexual satisfaction her whole life.
He dipped his fingers inside her, drawing her slick out and up onto her clit so he could move without it catching. She panted, "Are you trying to keep me from giving you a blow job?"
"I'm trying to get you off, woman, it seems as though you've been underserved by the human population," Vegeta growled against her skin as he sucked roughly over to her other nipple. "Perhaps you'd like this to go like your alien abduction entertainments? I could probe you, inspect your body," Vegeta said, chuckling, and kissed and smelled over her skin as he pulsed his fingers on her clit and thrust his prick into her. "Hmm? Is that why you want me? Have you been watching too many sci-fi movies?"
Bulma couldn't even speak to him for a long moment, her eyes hazy with lust, and a little smile spread on her face. She breathed, "Sometimes you are such a dick."
"You don't seem to mind," Vegeta said and sucked her nipple hard until her pussy started to squeeze around his cock, not coming yet, but getting closer. "You seem to like when I'm a dick." Vegeta drove into her harder, shifting his hips to aim his cock up to the sensitive place he'd discovered inside her.
"Vegeta…Oh fuck, how…you get me off faster than I can do it myself…don't…wait…" Bulma stammered, her cheeks beautifully flushed as she writhed on his cock.
He kissed her mouth again and pulled out. He smirked and said, "I can tease you, if you'd like, woman. I can take you to the brink," he rubbed her clit in tight circles until her cries were high and fast, then stopped touching her entirely. "But I don't have to get you off, if you want me to stop?"
"You are just the biggest asshole," she said, smiling and rolling her hips up, trying to push her pussy onto his cock.
"I don't deny it. But…" he put his fingers back in her wet, engorged folds and said, "I could also just make you come more than once." He slipped his head inside her pussy, withdrew, and did it again, twitching his hips away when she tried to get more penetration. "Which is it, woman? Hmm…" Vegeta noticed the night before that she liked when he purred in her ear, spoke to her in a low, rough voice. He said, "I think you like me growling at you, woman. Your sweet pussy is so wet for me and I've done little more than talk to you."
She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull his dick inside her. She murmured, "Vegeta…just fuck me…please, you fucking tease."
"There, was that so hard to say?" Vegeta rasped and drove into her hard, pulsing his fingertips on her clit with a little zing of chi each time. She screamed and thrashed as she kicked at the bed to try to get more of him. He splayed his hand on her tailbone to hold her as he slammed into her. "Fuck, Bulma, oh fuck, yes, gods!" Her slick, hot core squeezed and clenched on his dick and he lost himself, coming hard inside her. He loved the scent of his cum in her pussy. He loved the scent of her fertility. He loved that she'd let him breed her.
Holding out against the woman's dick-sucking skills was like a special form of training, and Vegeta enjoyed every second of it. Saiyans could essentially ejaculate (or not) at will, so she didn't really know she was playing against a stacked deck. Vegeta smirked through her increasingly desperate attempts, but it pissed her off. Vegeta liked pissing the woman off a little. Not a lot. Just a little.
When she finally gave up, breathless and flushed and angry, she slapped his pec again. "Fucking hell, Vegeta, do you just really not want to go out to dinner with me? Are you that averse to being seen with me in public?"
"I'll go out with you, woman, I just enjoy winning. I would think you'd know that about me, if nothing else. Even though I think you're a fool, I'm delighted to be seen with you on my arm," Vegeta said with a shrug, pushing her hair out of her face where it was stuck with sweat and saliva. He kissed her. "Consider it an ongoing challenge to get me off when I don't want you to do so."
The woman's dark, grim smile made Vegeta's insides heat. "I like a challenge, too, Vegeta," she said and kissed him, "Sadly I have work to do today, so I can't just fuck you all day long."
"That is sad, but I have to train anyway. I won't surpass that idiot just by fucking an exquisite woman, though it's bound to help," Vegeta said with a smirk.
She sprang out of bed, sprinted to the bathroom as she tried to lock him out. He made it through the door before she did and chuckled. Vegeta said, "I'm going to haunt you in the bathroom until you take a shit in front of me." He wrapped around her from behind and kissed the nape of her neck. He swatted her ass and sent her to the toilet as he brushed his teeth, but he waited until she'd pissed to get in the shower.
As they got into the shower, she said, "You're so weird, Vegeta."
"I'm not the one who's ashamed of my basic bodily functions," Vegeta said with a snort.
"Just every other thing, bad man?" she said, and raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly. With good reason. At least I'm not ashamed of pissing. Just murdering my boyfriend," Vegeta said, as he kissed her and groped her lush ass.
In between emotional torture and excellent bouts of sex with the woman, Vegeta wondered idly what effect finally getting laid would have on his training after so long without. After being distracted by the woman herself, thoughts of the woman, fantasies of the woman, for so long. It turned out that having her didn't exactly clear his mind, but his body felt better. His body felt whole again. Like it had something to fight for beyond the basic Saiyan desire for blood.
Vegeta's blood sang all day. The woman's heat was so strong that he could smell it anywhere except the gravity room. She told him when to be ready that evening and said she would put an "outfit" out for him, which seemed like some sort of euphemism for being dressed like a doll, but Vegeta didn't mind. It was better than trying to figure out the fucking subtle meaning behind sleeve length and whether to tuck a shirt or not. If he ever ruled the universe, he would ban anything that wasn't stretch. Buttons. Zippers. Snaps. So fucking annoying.
He also expected the day to drag, but it didn't. It went so quickly that he had to hurry to shower. He put on the clothing she laid out. It was black trousers of some soft material with a matching jacket. The button down shirt was a rich, almost iridescent, bluish purple and silky. He put it all on, tucking his shirt and cinching the belt, grumbling as he shrugged into the jacket which she must've somehow had tailored because he had yet to see a man with Vegeta's shoulder to waist ratio, and yet it fit perfectly.
As he slipped on the soft black leather shoes, he walked back into the bathroom to look at himself. He was shocked to see that the effect was…attractive. He supposed he'd watched too much Earth entertainment and now he internalized the idea of males wearing this type of suit as a symbol of power and wealth that matched his ideal of what he wished he was. He unbuttoned a few of the top buttons on the shirt so his pecs showed. The woman liked his pecs, probably because most Earth males didn't seem to have them, carrying more soft flesh lower down on their chests, like females.
Vegeta stepped out into the hallway and his brow furrowed. His stomach churned and his pulse was well above even his most rigorous training. He was being absurd. It meant nothing. The woman only needed this to feel comfortable in continuing their physical relationship. Vegeta would do anything to keep that going, because gods, even if she didn't want to be his mate, he wanted to fuck her as long as she would allow him to continue.
He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. Vegeta knew what this was in theory from his books and the other entertainments he consumed like a starving man, but he didn't know how to do it properly. It felt like a foreign language that he didn't have the appropriate files to learn. He wanted to do something nice for the woman, to thank her for giving her body to him the way she had, but he also sensed that he would fuck things up and never get to have her again.
"Hey, you don't have to look so fucking dismayed to go out with me, you know," the woman said.
Vegeta spun, startled that she'd caught him unawares first, and then by the fact that she was somehow even more beautiful attired for their date. His mouth fell open and he stammered, "Gods…Bulma…you…wow," he paused and tried to recover language but what came out was, "Oon tuv kekliqit tuv ptsela."
Vegeta's cheeks burned. He rarely spoke Saiyan, even before he'd come to Earth, but for a moment, seeing her like this, in her deep, blood red dress, the neck cowled into a soft pool on her breasts, the back held together by straps with a single rhinestone in the middle, and hugging her hips until if flared out like a petunia around her knees, it destroyed the English in his brain. She was perfect. A goddess. A queen.
She grinned, her smile like the warmth of the sun on him, and said, "Was that Saiyan? What does it mean? You look great. You clean up nice, Vegeta." She slipped her hand into his and started leading him down the hall toward the front entrance to the house. Vegeta wondered if the woman would acknowledge him this way in front of her parents. "Well? Did you say something mean? Why aren't you translating?" She nudged him in the side with her elbow.
"I…I forgot how. For a moment. I said 'You're as beautiful as the moon.' It's the highest Saiyan praise for beauty and elegance and poise," Vegeta said, glancing nervously at her. He was being ridiculous, fawning over her like this, but Vegeta had never been a good liar.
"Oh jeez, Vegeta, I didn't know you were such a poet," the woman said. Pink bloomed across her cheeks. She leaned into his body and ran her free hand down his arm.
"What? I'm not a poet. I just…Saiyan felt more…true," he said. Sometimes he didn't understand her responses to the things he said. He sensed that there was still a lot lost in translation between himself and the woman. The gulf between their cultures was so vast that language alone couldn't cross it.
She only laughed at his words but said nothing. Vegeta flushed again as Panchy ran into them and said, "Oh, my, Vegeta, aren't you handsome all dressed up!"
Vegeta nodded stiffly, unsure what the appropriate response to that sort of comment was. The woman spoke with her mother in what sounded to Vegeta like gibberish, but it must've been potential locations to eat or places in the city, because the woman was very excited about the reservation she'd secured. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. What a strange place where you couldn't just eat at an establishment if you had currency. The woman spoke of having "an in" that got her the reservation.
Vegeta hadn't ever "dined out" per se, but different teams were brought in to cook at the palace before Frieza took him away and destroyed his home. Frieza also occasionally had different chefs come in to serve them when he wanted to debase Vegeta by making him share a meal before debasing him further in Frieza's bed. Vegeta was more excited than he wanted to admit about the prospect of going to a restaurant. Vegeta loved Earth food, despite its caloric paucity, and if this place was the sort that one needed "an in" to eat at, it was likely the best of the best. It amused Vegeta that the woman would take a brute like him to a fancy restaurant. If he'd been brought up in his palace as he should have been, it would make sense, but now he was essentially a bigger, more vicious and intelligent dog of war.
She went to get in a vehicle and he cringed. "Woman, come on, don't make me get in that thing."
"Vegeta, what, are you just going to fly me anywhere we go together?" she said with a little scoff.
"Yes, obviously. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well…I…isn't it…weird to carry me?"
"No. How ridiculous. Just direct me," Vegeta said and pressed her against his side, this time, unlike the library, palming her ass. She laughed as they rocketed into the air and he flared his chi around her to keep her warm. She burrowed against him anyway and he turned his face into her, smelling her more, the intoxicating scent of her heat almost making him hard.
She staggered a bit when he set her down once they arrived. "Oh jeez, Vegeta, you need to fly slower. You scramble my inner ears when you go that fast."
"What? I didn't touch your ears. And that wasn't fast. I practically crawled. You're not…you're not serious are you?" Vegeta said, horrified at the prospect of a tedious flight home. Fucking humans and their fragility. It was remarkable they could bring demi-Saiyan young into the world in their undoubtably weak wombs. A worrying thought occurred. "Is…Did…Did Kakarot's wench birth the half-breed? Or did they use some sort of artificial womb?"
The woman's eyebrows lifted and she tipped her head to the side. "Where the hell did that come from? Do you mean did ChiChi have Gohan…vaginally?"
Vegeta said, "Is that the wench's name? ChiChi? Doesn't that mean pussy in one of the common Earthling tongues?"
"Vegeta! Good gods. Yes, she had Gohan naturally. I swear, some of the shit that comes out of your mouth boggles the mind," she said and swatted his arm.
"And when you come on my mouth, it boggles the mind," Vegeta said, smirking at her as he pressed his hand to her lower back.
"Are you just going to lord it over me that I couldn't suck you off?"
"I didn't say a thing about your attempts to perform oral sex," Vegeta said, barely containing his mirth, because he definitely intended to torment her about that at least until he got to fuck her again.
"I am going to fucking wreck you tonight, Vegeta," the woman said and clandestinely squeezed his cock as they were led to their table.
Vegeta's heart thundered to smell so many humans and their various responses to him, to the woman. Eyes locked on them both and he understood at once that none of these fools knew what a poor mate choice he was. They gaped and the scent of arousal swamped him. This was why the woman wanted him to do this. His physical structure made him seem like a good mate. And he was good breeding stock. Nothing wrong with his genes. Just the rest of him.
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