Vegeta and the woman kept fucking, day after day, night after night, and Vegeta, for first time since before his fight with Raditz in that awful inn, felt the flutterings of real happiness. It terrified him. Vegeta knew he would fuck it up. He fucked everything up. But he tried, like walking a tight rope, to hide his insecurity and keep up the semblance of confidence that might lead her to take him as mate. To take whatever she gave him.
After almost two weeks of fucking constantly, day and night, one night she asked if they could simply sleep because she was tired. Vegeta, internally, squealed. Not that he didn't want to fuck her, or get pegged, since she still hadn't come through on that promise, but because he didn't think humans slept together without fucking if there was no affection. It felt like she cared for him, to sleep in his arms with no sexual gratification.
Their flying lessons were stalled, however, and it frustrated Vegeta to no end. He was more invested than he realized in proving to her that he was useful. That he had something, anything, to offer, besides his body. Vegeta sensed that she could manage her chi well enough to actually get off the damned ground, so he wasn't sure why she refused to actually fly.
The night after they simply slept together, Vegeta was feeling out her chi to suss out whether there was an issue preventing flight, when his face split open in a huge smile. Because it wasn't just her chi anymore. There was another chi, microscopic, but growing, inside her. No wonder she was tired. He would have to be more careful of her body, as he wasn't sure if human cervixes and uteruses were strong enough to come through Saiyan fucking without risk of miscarriage. He assumed she hadn't told him yet because she was waiting to be sure it held. It wasn't uncommon amongst Saiyans to wait to announce the pregnancy until the first few months had passed.
"What are you smiling about?" the woman asked.
Vegeta wasn't sure what the etiquette of breeding was on this stupid planet, but he assumed since she fucked him without verbally acknowledging her wish to be bred, that this was like urination, something women did quietly due to their bizarre shame about bodily functions. He would wait for her to tell him. That was how it was done with unmated pairs that decided to breed on Vegeta-sei, as it was the woman's decision whether to involve the father or not. Whether to ask him to mate, or not. They could celebrate properly when and if she asked him to be their protector, if not her mate.
He said, "You are refusing to fly higher because you're scared."
"What!?" the woman said, far more indignant than he expected, and she dropped gracelessly to the ground from the measly amount of height she had attained. "You asshole!"
"Go fucking higher. I will catch you if you lose control. Don't you trust me to at least prevent you from injuring yourself?" Vegeta said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at her.
She walked over to wrap her arms around his neck. "I trust you a lot more than that, Vegeta. I just…I don't know. It's really hard even to do this, if I go higher, it's…well…I…"
"If you don't try something, you've already failed," Vegeta said, as haughtily as possible. Perhaps he would finally goad the woman into pegging him if he was smug enough.
"Gods, what are you, an after school special?" the woman said and rolled her eyes at him, but she smiled and floated up off the ground a few inches.
Vegeta stammered, "What? I…no? I don't think I am, but I don't know what that means. I've never been to school, so I don't think—"
"Shut up, Vegeta," she said and smacked his shoulder hard, for her, so he at least felt it.
"I don't think I will. You'll have to make me shut up later," Vegeta purred and slid his fingers in the leg of her shorts, brushing her panty line, sneaking just the edge of his fingers inside it.
"Not helpful!" she cried.
"What would you like as your reward if you actually get, say, three meters, off the ground?" Vegeta asked, and took his fingers away, because he could smell she was getting aroused. He wanted to tease her.
She bit her lower lip and blushed, but a big smile broke open on her face. "Well…I did procure certain equipment, if you know what I mean?"
"Do you mean you're finally going to rail me?" Vegeta said, smirking at her as she went a little higher at his words.
Her flush deepened and she nodded. "Are you serious? You'll really let me do that?"
"I'm serious that I would greatly enjoy you pegging me as hard as your weakling human body can manage," Vegeta said and groped her ass.
"You're such an asshole," the woman said, laughing.
"I feel as though I need to remind you that I do have an asshole, so you should put it to some use. Teasing me that way, bringing it up and then leaving me un-pegged. Torture, woman. I was quite looking forward to you attempting to bruise my ass with your delicate hands."
His goading was working and she rose higher still in the air until she was almost a full meter off the balcony. She said, "You'll have to…you know…walk me through it. I don't want to do a bad job."
"I'll train you properly. I think we've established that I'm the superior teacher, between the two of us," Vegeta said, leaning back against the balustrade as she drifted up slower than he thought physically possible, but at least she was going higher.
"Ha! Maybe I'm just a superior student. I think that's more likely. Look, though, I'm almost really flying!"
"Nothing that speed could possibly be categorized as flying. You could probably achieve this amount of lift with flatulence," Vegeta said, knowing any reference to bodily functions would fluster her.
"Gross! I don't…Yuck! You are just—"
"Were you going to say you don't fucking fart? You're a ridiculous creature, woman," Vegeta said and chortled, "You think you're sneaky, but Saiyan olfaction…" Vegeta tapped his nose and the woman turned purple.
"You stupid jerk!" the woman said, but she laughed. "Oh my gods, I'm so embarrassed."
"Yes, nothing more shameful than digestion. You ought to try to be less immoral, gods, the way you obtain nutrients from your food is positively disgraceful. How do you live with yourself?" Vegeta said, barely keeping his laughter in check.
"Stop making fun of me! I'm glad farting is rude around people, it stinks!"
"Agreed. But one should be allowed to be at ease with one's…" Vegeta trailed off. He almost said mate. He wondered how the woman categorized him in her head.
The woman swallowed hard and said, "Yeah, fine, I see your point. Still. I don't want people farting around me, even if it is because of the patriarchy. Is this high enough to count? Do I get to peg you?"
"No, I don't think so. You're being a coward. I'm changing my metric to toughen you up. Higher, faster," Vegeta growled, trying to deny his disappointment that she hadn't clarified how she viewed him. Surely she wanted him as a protector for her and their offspring, or she wouldn't have kept fucking him after being bred. Although she did enjoy the way he fucked her, so perhaps he was more utilitarian than a protector even. She was very close with the clown, perhaps she foresaw the stronger Saiyan being her protector. Vegeta was just a sperm donor since the idiot already had a mate. A sperm donor that she enjoyed fucking.
Vegeta formed a chi ball beneath her and made it float up near her bare feet. Her eyes widened before they snapped to meet his and she hissed, "You asshole! Don't you dare!"
Vegeta raised an imperious eyebrow and smirked, moving his hand slightly so it got closer to her soles.
"Motherfucker!" she screeched, but went up much faster.
"I already told you that I did not do that, and I resent you continuing to imply I would engage in incest. Even spacefaring peoples have some scruples. Good gods, woman, the filthy mind on you—"
"You son of a fucking bitch!"
"Oh? Now you're insulting my mother. Very mature," Vegeta said, his laughter escaping despite himself. The woman was nearly three meters in the air.
"Fine, if you're going to be this smug, I will godsdamned show you!" The woman actually moved up slightly faster.
"There you go, woman, that's a slug-defeating pace. You probably could best a millipede, or a half-full helium balloon. No one will stand in your way with speed faster than a wave in a highly viscous liquid," Vegeta taunted.
The woman hadn't looked down until that moment, and when she did, he saw her panic. Felt her chi completely bottom out. She was only five meters in the air, but a fall like that would kill a human. Before she lost more than an inch, he had her, tight in his arms. She punched his shoulder. Her pulse roared so loudly he could hear it as well as feel it.
Then she curled into his arms, kissed his neck, and whispered, "Ugh, you asshole, thank you for saving me."
He chuckled. He turned into her face and she met his kiss. After a heated moment, the scent of her arousal and her pregnancy pooling around them in the still air, Vegeta pulled back. He looked into her eyes and said, "No, thank you for saving me."
"What? I didn't save you," the woman said, her gaze fearless and beautiful as ever.
"Yes, you did, woman. You saved me from myself. From my misery. Nothing I can do could ever repay what you've done for me," Vegeta whispered, his voice shaking.
She lunged up and kissed him roughly, clutching his face, and tipping her body until she could wrap her legs around him. "You want me to fuck you, bad man?"
"Yes, I have been a very bad man," Vegeta said with a little smirk.
She kissed him more and he lowered her down to the ground. He carried her into the bedroom. "Do I get to see the peg? Assure myself that it's not poisoned? Or are you going to tie me up and blindfold me. Gag me. I have been very, very naughty."
She grinned and kissed him more. "If I had Saiyan-proof restraints, I would love to tie you up, but as it is, I think that it wouldn't feel the same knowing you could escape whenever you wanted."
"Mmm…well…maybe I would be a good boy for you…" Vegeta purred, licking up her neck and swirling his tongue in her ear.
"One kink at a time, bad man, this is already very, very wild for me," she said and took his hand, led him toward the bed. "Plus, I might already be working on some Saiyan-resistant restraints. Might. You'll have to be a good boy if you want to find out."
Vegeta groped her ass and said, "No, I don't think I will be a good boy," and dropped to his knees behind her as she bent to get something out of the bedside table on her side of the bed.
She yelped as he yanked her shorts down and dragged his tongue over her asshole. "What the hell, Vegeta!?" the woman screeched.
"Does it not feel good?" Vegeta murmured, palming her cheeks to spread them.
"I…It's…I don't know!" she said, flustered and flushing as she looked back at him.
"How can you possibly want to fuck my ass when you're this uncomfortable with your own?"
"Why do you always make me feel like a deviant for being…I don't know…not…not…not kinky!" the woman asked, laughing.
"If you don't want me to rim you, I won't rim you. But know that I would like to rim you."
"But, I, am, weren't…I thought we were, you know, I thought…"
"Woman, have we ever just crawled in bed, I ram my cock in you, and then we're through?"
"Well…no…I mean…just…shouldn't…shouldn't I rim you?"
Vegeta's eyebrows shot up. That was an unexpected response. "You can rim me, of course, but I want this, so unless you object, I'm going to start our fun this way," he said and pushed her until she was bent over the bed so he could really spread her open.
"Oh!" she squawked.
He chuckled against her ass, but his tongue kept moving up and down over her opening. She was tense and motionless. He whispered, "Relax, at least try to enjoy yourself, or tell me to stop. I don't want you to simply endure."
"Okay, no, I'm not…I'm curious…" She stretched her upper body on the bed.
Vegeta said, "Hold your ass open for me," and placed her hands on her cheeks. He snaked an arm between her legs and ran his thumb up her folds, parting them once he reached her curls. He trailed it gently back until his fingertips were on her clit and he pushed his thumb shallowly inside her, pulsing it deeper and deeper. She gasped and tugged herself open more for his tongue.
He twisted his tongue on her pucker as he thrust his thumb farther inside her pussy, reaching for the spot inside her that she loved so well. He moved his fingers side to side on her clit, but fast enough that it was almost vibrating. He didn't want to be outdone by one of her toys. She moaned and tried to tuck her hips to get more friction as he kept it fairly light.
"That's a good girl," Vegeta purred against her ass. He probed her entrance, curious if it would make her tense up again, as she had finally relaxed for his mouth. She didn't clench up, so he drove inside her the slightest bit.
She groaned, "Oh…sweet gods…"
Vegeta grinned and gave her more pressure on her clit as he slipped his tongue deeper inside her ass. She cried out and her pussy was already twitching for him. He loved how she responded to him, as though the thought of him touching her body was all the foreplay she needed. He slammed his thumb against the spot. She whimpered and writhed trying to drive her hips down onto his hand. He fingered her pussy harder and tongue-fucked her ass deeper, faster.
She cried out, an almost pained sound, and Vegeta moaned as all of her—her ass, her pussy, her folds—all of it shivered and clenched and seized for him. She wailed and her body surged in different directions, clearly wanting more of everything Vegeta was giving her. He gave her more until the last tremors of pleasure wracked her body, then eased his thumb and tongue out of her.
"Oh my fucking gods…I did not understand the appeal of the back door until now," she panted out, collapsed on the edge of the bed on her knees.
He washed his face and his hand and returned to her drooping form. He lifted her onto the bed and said, "Did I wear you out? Too tired to peg?"
"Gods, I am really tired, but not that tired," she held up her brand new strap-on with obvious pride.
"I'm pleased that you didn't get a toxic peg," Vegeta said with a grin as he sniffed it.
"Toxic pegs aren't a thing!" the woman said with a chuckle.
"Which sounds exactly what someone who was going to use their male-specific poison on me would say. I had to be sure. If anyone could devise a peg that would only kill Saiyan men, it would be you, with your genius and your perversions, like your digestion. Gods. Fucking deviant," Vegeta said, kissing her deeply and helping her buckle into her strap-on, adjusting it.
She looked confused by the apparatus, so Vegeta took the opportunity to shove her on her back and spread her legs. He licked her pussy, still wet and swollen from coming. She moaned and threw her head back. "Woman, you are wanton tonight. Did all that flying get your blood up?" Vegeta wondered if she was simply hornier than usual due to the pregnancy, but he had no idea whether that was the sort of thing that human women experienced.
"I think you get my blood up, Vegeta," she said.
He swirled his tongue on her clit, but paused to lick the peg, getting it wet. "I think I might actually be getting your blood down," he paused to suck her engorged clit, "Quite a lot of blood pooled here, woman."
She groaned, "Stop, Vegeta, I want to fuck you tonight too and you're going to wear me out. Do I…do I like…finger you first?"
"It is more polite pegging etiquette to prep the receiver, but I'll be fine if you don't. I'm very resilient. I can also prep myself," Vegeta said. She hadn't picked a particularly large peg, which was fine. Vegeta hadn't gotten fucked in a very long time.
"I've…I've never done that either," she said. Vegeta pulled off her pussy and got the lube.
Vegeta held it up and said, "What would you prefer? Me or you? Good gods, woman, you are horny, aren't you?" Vegeta watched hungrily as she squirmed once he took his mouth away. It was hot watching her move so hungrily in the harness, like the thought of fucking him was making her this way.
"I…I didn't think I was, but…fuck…" The woman's hand drifted down onto her clit.
Vegeta sat back on his haunches, palming his prick, and said, "Fuck yes, woman, let me watch."
She met his eyes, hers hazy with lust. She whispered, "It's not weird?"
"No, it's fucking hot. Touch yourself for me," Vegeta said.
She watched him run his hand up and down his prick as she spread her lips more, pushing her middle and ring finger against her clit. She moved them in tight circles and tightened her ass, thrusting up toward her own hand, and the peg bobbed in the air. The sight made Vegeta hunger to get fucked.
She whispered, "I've never done this in front of anyone."
"Are you going to finger yourself for me?" Vegeta purred.
"Do you really want me to fuck you?" she gasped and brought her other hand down. She thrust her fingers inside herself.
"Gods, yes, Bulma," Vegeta growled, adding her name for emphasis, something he rarely did, and it had the intended effect.
She slammed her fingers inside herself and he watched her pussy clench and tighten as she came, gasping, "Prep yourself, I want to fuck you…Oh gods, hurry up, Vegeta!"
Vegeta's eyebrows shot up and he smirked. He slicked the peg with lube and fingered himself a bit, shivering at the delicious intrusion, but too eager to get fucked to bother with much prep. He said, "How do you want me?"
"What?"
"What position? You want me on my knees? On my back? My belly? You're topping me, woman, take charge," Vegeta said and kissed her as she fussed with the harness, tightening it. It was clear she was nervous. He whispered, "It will feel good no matter what, stop worrying."
Her eyes snapped up to his and she said, "We could maybe do it again sometime?"
"Of course. Unless the peg is poisoned, then this is probably it," Vegeta said and she laughed and swatted his shoulder.
"Then on all fours, bad man, that ass is too beautiful to pass up," she knee walked over behind him and he obeyed her command.
She slapped his ass, once on each cheek, and it was a good attempt at a real blow. He smirked over his shoulder and purred, "You call that a slap, woman?"
She hit him harder and he put his ass out for her. She surprised him, biting each cheek, not hard enough to break skin, but not a gentle bite. He sucked air in through his teeth and she responded, biting him again.
Her slender fingers played across his pucker and she murmured, her mouth still on his skin, "I think I changed my mind, I want to prep you a little. Is that okay?"
"I told you, you're in charge. Take it. Take what you want from me, woman," Vegeta said.
She spread her other hand on his upper back and shoved him down. He could have resisted, of course, but he didn't. He let her. His ass in the air like this felt so vulnerable that he panted. Vegeta remembered, if barely, the pleasure of being at someone else's mercy, of trusting someone to care for him, and he again marveled that the perfect creature behind him would bother to do such a thing with him.
Two hesitant, slippery fingers touched his opening. She pressed inside him slowly. He moaned, surprised at how eager he was, the way he was opening for her like this, like it hadn't been years since he'd been fucked. She slid them deeper and whispered, "Is…this…this is it?" She grazed his prostate.
"Yes," he breathed, shivering at the gentle touch.
She said, "Do…how do I prep you?"
"Spread your fingers, fuck me with them a bit, but I'm ready. Don't worry about me, this is for you," Vegeta murmured, clutching the sheets as she fingered him harder, hitting his p-spot more confidently.
She nibbled on his ass as she pulled her fingers out of him. She said, "You're so tight, it feels amazing, Vegeta. You ready for me to rail you, bad man? Ready for your punishment?"
Vegeta glanced over his shoulder and almost came seeing her dark little smirk, her hooded eyes, and the way she possessively gripped his ass with one hand, the base of the peg with the other. He said, "Let's see if you can teach this Saiyan a lesson."
The peg the woman chose looked nothing like a cock, it was pearly purple silicone, and smooth with a slight bulge on the end. It was significantly smaller than Raditz, but Vegeta was out of practice, so it was plenty as she eased the tip inside him. Vegeta groaned at the fullness, eager for her to go deeper, but wanting to let her run the show.
"Okay?"
"Better than that, woman," Vegeta panted.
She plunged slowly until her hips hit his ass and he pushed back against her, unable to stop himself. Two weeks of fantasizing, not to mention the fantasizing over the past couple years, meant that he was at her mercy almost immediately. She started a slow, rolling rhythm and she gasped, "Whoa. Super hot to watch. Your ass is amazing, Vegeta." She slapped his ass hard.
Vegeta tried to control himself, not wanting to accidentally knock her over by bashing back into her with his desire. He decided maybe she was too nervous about hurting him, which was hilarious, to actually fuck him, so he growled, "Fuck me harder, Bulma, fuck me as hard as you can!"
He met her eyes over his shoulder. Her beautiful turquoise eyes went wide and a dazed smile lit her face. She smiled and slapped his ass again. "You have been naughty, bad man," she purred and slammed into him with more force.
"Fuck, yes, gods, yes, Bulma! Harder!" he panted out as she thrust into him aggressively, slapping his ass frequently. He smelled her sweat and her arousal and her fertility and he moaned, letting himself pretend for the moment that she wanted him, really wanted him, wanted all of him.
The blissful pressure and heat of a prostate orgasm built in his belly as she moved inside him as hard and fast as she could. He pushed back toward her, taking every thrust with a breathy cry. The woman's breathing was ragged and erratic and he could feel her flagging as she slammed into him again and again. He could come at any moment, but he wanted her to want it.
She gripped his hips hard enough that her nails bit into his skin, and she gasped, "Fucking come for me! Come for me, Vegeta! Now!"
Vegeta cried out as she found some last dregs of strength and pummeled his prostate a few more times. He let himself go, reaching back to clutch her thighs and hold her deep inside him as his orgasm seized him. Her name spilled out of him over and over again as he splattered his belly and chest with cum.
She stayed up to the hilt inside him until the last shivers of his climax rippled through him. She withdrew and murmured, "Fuck that was hot, Vegeta. Might have to add that to our repertoire even when you haven't been naughty." She weakly smacked one cheek and bit the other, humming. "You okay?"
"Fuck, yes. That was incredible. Thank you, woman. I'll be naughty more often if it will make you fuck me," Vegeta said and flopped onto his side.
She chuckled and bent to kiss him. "Looks like we're both pretty good at teaching each other lessons, huh?"
"Mmm…perhaps. I'm stubborn. Who knows how much repetition will be required until I learn?" Vegeta said, sliding his fingers into her silky hair as he pulled her into a kiss, grinning helplessly against her lips.
"Sometimes I think you don't learn on purpose, just to keep me coming back. Sometimes I think you might like having me around," she said.
Vegeta looked into her eyes. "It took you long enough to figure it out. And you call yourself a genius," he teased, burying his foolish desire to tell her that he loved having her around. That he loved her, that he wanted her around forever. Perhaps after she bore their child and he could prove his worth as a protector and father, then maybe she would be receptive to that possibility. Until then he would fuck her, get fucked by her, do anything she wanted, as long as she kept coming back to him.
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