Bulma put her hands on her hips clad in the same gear she'd worn to Namek. The outfit made Vegeta's mouth water, remembering seeing her that first time. Even in his grief over Raditz she'd drawn his eye. She stomped her foot and said, "Why can't we just take the hover-car?"
"Woman, honestly, the thing is slower than Kakarot's brain and it drives me crazy! Why are you so opposed to me carrying you? Sometimes you rather enjoy being astride my hips," Vegeta said, smirking, and closed the distance between them. "You look as though you're ready to gather some balls. Sit on them. Hmm?"
She chuckled and slapped his pec. "A bit early to be getting undressed isn't it?"
"When you're around, it's always the right time to get undressed," he murmured, kissing down the ivory length of her neck. He loved the scent of her and breathed deeply, holding it in like a drug.
"You're just trying to butter me up so I won't make you ride in the hover-car."
"I thought you wanted to do reconnaissance? We can't do that if we trundle up in a loud trash can!"
"Vegeta! Are you suggesting we do spy on them a little?"
Vegeta's face heated. Piccolo's visit the day before had made him exceptionally curious about the way his big, surly best friend was with his android boyfriend. Vegeta wanted to see them in their natural state. Panchy caught him at breakfast and expressed a similar interest, so much so that Vegeta felt fairly certain she was upset she didn't get to come along. "I…Well…No…Not exactly…I'm simply interested in the dynamic between them. They're both…quiet…at gatherings. At Trunks's last birthday they stood near each other, but I don't think they touched the whole evening!"
"Oh like you're one for public displays of affection. If Seventeen isn't out of the closet or whatever, I'm sure they aren't going to be all touchy-feely at parties!"
Vegeta harrumphed. "I'm going to fly. You may travel as you wish, but I have my capsule with food and booze, clothing and bedding. Maybe a few fun accoutrements. I'll see you there."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Fine! You win!" She hopped up on Vegeta's hips and he palmed her ass. "Do you have your house, woman?"
"Yes! Don't make fun of me! I'm doing this for you!"
"But I thought I was doing it for you?"
"Yeah, yeah, you organized it for me, but if I'd been in charge we would have all gone to a spa for the weekend."
Vegeta didn't know what a "spa" was, but he didn't like the sound of it. He wondered what Seventeen and Piccolo did. How they spent their days. Life, this sort of squishy, domestic life that Vegeta had settled into like a fat pet, was so…mundane. Was it only him? Were his former foes out still acting as warriors and villains? What was life like for them? Vegeta felt more and more lately that he was failing, somehow, even as he grew happier and more content. Did Piccolo feel like he was failing because he was so in love with Seventeen? Did he question his happiness?
Vegeta took off, nibbled on the woman's ear, and growled, "Maybe we'll make a little stop on the far side of the island and see if I can't show you the pleasures of the great outdoors?"
The woman laughed and kissed him deeply. "You think you can teach me to be wild like you?"
"I'm willing to try," Vegeta said, kissing her more, squeezing her full ass as he held her.
Vegeta suppressed his chi so they could enjoy a little romp undetected. He drifted down on the eastern shore of the island. There was a pale green lagoon with a large cliff overhanging one end. Dense vegetation and lianas covered the sides of the cliff in a heavy green curtain. He kissed her neck as they touched down next to the still pool. "How brazen are you feeling, woman?"
She glanced around and threw off her yellow vest, leaving her in a skintight black top, not unlike Vegeta's battlesuit. He raised an eyebrow in challenge and peeled off his t-shirt. She kicked off her boots and shimmied out of the black tights she wore beneath the short yellow skirt. As she moved to unbuckle the skirt, he seized her hands. He whispered, "Can I have you with the skirt on?"
She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. "Vegeta…Does that mean you maybe thought about screwing me on Namek?" She inched the hem of her skirt up until he got a peek of her blue curls. She wore no undergarments.
His breathing sped up. "And if I did?"
"That's kind of a turn-on. I thought about it. Your battle-suit leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination," she said quietly, kissing him more as she unzipped his shorts and gripped his cock.
He palmed her pussy, teasing her with the tips of his fingers as he used a little chi to light up her clit. She gasped and tugged him down to the ground. She got on all fours in front of him and looked over her shoulder. She smirked and said, "Think of how sneaky we would have had to be. How you would have only pulled your cock out, bent me over. Do you think you would have slid right inside me? Or would you want a taste first?"
"Gods, woman, the vulgar mouth on you," Vegeta rasped and spread her open so he could plunge his tongue into her core before he licked her clit until she squirmed beneath him. He straightened up and dragged the tip of his cock up and down her engorged, slick folds. She reached back and held his hip as she slammed herself back on his prick. "Oh fuck, Bulma!" Vegeta cried.
She groaned, "Fuck me hard, Vegeta. Fuck me like we were frantic on Namek. Please…"
Vegeta's eyes widened at this graphic fantasy of hers and he decided that he might have to take her in his battle-suit one of these days, maybe while threatening her about the dragon balls. He took authoritative hold of her hips and thrust into her fast and hard and growled, "The dragon balls are mine, woman. I will be immortal!"
It surprised Vegeta how turned on it made him to remember being so full of his own ego and surety that he would rule everything. That no one would stand in his way. He'd been a fool, of course, Namek had been one defeat after another, but the rush of that younger self made his blood pound as he slammed into his woman over and over, being her bad man. He pulled her upright on her knees and his hand found its way under her skirt to her pussy. He rubbed her clit furiously until she breathed, "Oh fuck, I'm coming!"
The blissful, wet grip of her pussy sent him spiraling into his own climax. They panted for breath as he drove up into her a final few times. As they calmed, Vegeta heard something strange, probably just some of the native wildlife. Piccolo said there was a wide variety of flora and fauna on the island for its size.
Vegeta eased out of Bulma and kissed her mouth over her shoulder. She cleaned herself up in the lagoon and got dressed. It amused him that her cheeks kept pinking up every time he looked at her. Then he heard the noise again. A pained panting. Perhaps there was a wounded animal nearby.
"Woman, I'm going to go see if I can capture something to gut for dinner."
"What?! No! It's a nature reserve."
"Yes, but it sounds like it's breathing is labored. I'll be back momentarily."
"No! I'm going with you. I don't want to be on this creepy island alone!"
"Very well, hurry up and get your shoes on!"
She slid her shoes on and they crept through the heavy drape of jungle to the hidden portion of the lagoon. The breathing got heavier, faster, punctuated with an occasional moan of suffering. Vegeta pushed aside a thick hanging blanket of moss and spread his hand quickly over the woman's mouth.
Her eyes grew wide and he felt her stifling a startled cry. The injured animal was Piccolo, sprawled on his back on a smooth rock outcropping, with Seventeen languidly riding him. Seventeen teased him in a barely audible voice, "So stressed, my love, just let me take care of you. Can't you relax, even with me on your perfect prick?" Seventeen curled down and kissed Piccolo before pushing back up with his hands spread on Piccolo's chest.
"Baby, I'm just…What if…I don't know. I don't…do…social things," Piccolo whispered, his hands racing up and down Seventeen's lithe thighs. He sat partway up and kissed Seventeen deeply. "Maybe I just don't want to share you."
"That I can understand. You're mine, Picc. We have a few hours until they're due to arrive and I'll fuck you senseless before then. That will help you make it through a few hours without me."
Piccolo's grin was huge as his kissed and nipped down Seventeen's neck and chest. And froze as his gaze landed on Vegeta. Vegeta closed his eyes and prayed to every god in the universe that they hadn't just gotten caught watching his best friend fucking his boyfriend. Piccolo said nothing, but tried to wrap himself around Seventeen. Vegeta opened his eyes again and saw that Piccolo was barely containing panic.
Seventeen held his face, and sucked on one of his antennae. "Why are you tense all of a sudden, my love?" he breathed as he released it. He slammed himself down harder on Piccolo.
"Nothing. No reason. Let's…you think we can fuck underwater?" Piccolo said in a clipped, tight voice.
"What? Why? No, that's bound to have intestinal consequences despite my android build. Stop stressing about the weekend. It'll be fun," Seventeen said, caressing Piccolo's face more. But as he did so, he noticed that Piccolo's face was purple in the dappled light reflecting off the lagoon. Piccolo's eyes were assiduously not looking in one direction.
Vegeta tried to drag Bulma back behind the moss, but she stumbled and yelped, even though he caught her. Piccolo's blush turned into an actual change in chemical composition as he frantically coiled around Seventeen to shield his body from the unwanted spectators.
Seventeen's head whipped around to see what made the noise. He spotted them and to Vegeta's great surprise, started cackling. He stroked Piccolo's apoplectic face and said, "Well at least I know why you got all tense again." Seventeen turned and called, "Vegeta, I know you're not from Earth, so perhaps you don't know, but Bulma, you know perfectly well that it's rude to watch people fucking without permission!"
Vegeta swung his face to Bulma. Bulma was a shade of pink that defied description. She screeched, "I didn't see anything! I closed my eyes! Oh gods! Vegeta thought there was an injured animal back here that we could eat!" She had her eyes on the ground, her hands forming a visor as she scrabbled up to her feet.
Seventeen laughed more and said, "Nothing for either of you to eat back here."
"Baby, I'm so sorry!" Piccolo whispered. Then he roared, "Get the fuck out of here, Vegeta! You fucking asshole! You weren't supposed to come until later!"
"Well I didn't know you'd be coming right now," Vegeta said, chortling despite himself and the situation he found himself in.
Piccolo made a strangled noise of rage, but Seventeen chuckled. "Get out of here. Gods, you two pervs," Seventeen called, "We'll be out shortly."
Vegeta tossed Bulma over his shoulder and shouted, "Our apologies! Have a nice fuck! We'll see you later!"
Back out in the sunlight, Vegeta couldn't stop laughing. "Oh gods, Piccolo is going to kill me!"
"He should! I'm so embarrassed, Vegeta! How could you miss that!?! Didn't you feel their chi?"
"I wasn't paying attention. I was distracted by you in your fucking Namek outfit and the thought of a little fresh meat to go with your delectable pussy. You gave me an appetite, woman," Vegeta said and pulled her against him, but when he tried to kiss her, she dodged. "Why are you mad? They didn't catch us fucking, which, there but for the grace of the gods go we…"
"Because…well…I don't know! I feel like I really shouldn't have seen that!"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes and asked, "Have you never seen two men fucking before?"
Her mouth fell open and she said, "Well…I…No! But…"
"Is that why you're freaking out? Because I told Piccolo you wouldn't be weird about them being gay," Vegeta huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
She took a deep breath. "Being gay has nothing to do with it! I'm not used to seeing anyone having sex, Vegeta! I don't even watch porn! And I don't read the books you and my mom like! Normally if I see someone having sex, it's because I'm fucking them!"
"Them?" Vegeta said, his blood boiled. "Who?"
"Oh for fuck's sake, just you, Vegeta. I meant the only people I've ever seen getting laid are…are my partners. You. Yamcha. But only you since you and I started before Trunks was born. And I don't want anyone else. It was just startling."
Vegeta searched her eyes. He believed her. "You surprise me sometimes, how…inexperienced…you are. I don't mean it in a negative way. You're just so beautiful and fun and brilliant and assertive and alluring that it shocks me you haven't left a trail of broken men behind you."
She gave him the smile he lived for and swaggered over to him. "I guess I just never found one that could hold my interest. Until you, bad man," she murmured and kissed him. They kissed for a while before she pulled back and said, "But I don't know how I'm going to look them in the eye after this!"
"Who cares? Did you think they were living out here in chastity?"
"Well…no, but…still," the woman said and her cheeks flushed anew.
Seventeen came out from the jungle, Piccolo's big green hand in his, but he was tugging, turning back, and teasing Piccolo. Piccolo's face was still an unhealthy shade of purple. He yanked Seventeen backwards, engulfing the smaller man in his massive arms. Vegeta barely heard Piccolo as he muttered, "I'm sorry, baby, you're sure you're not mad?"
"Of course I'm not mad, Picc. You're so cute with all the nonsense you worry about," Seventeen said amiably and gave Piccolo a very thorough kiss. Piccolo's ears laid back and Vegeta watched his best friend melt into his lover's arms. Vegeta knew that feeling. The woman could turn him into the most pliant creature in the universe with her kiss.
It pleased Vegeta to see Piccolo so happy and well cared for and his chest ached pleasantly that Panchy had forced his hand on this issue. Vegeta's eyes slid to Bulma to see how she was responding to the scene unfolding before them. She glanced at Vegeta and took his hand. She leaned and whispered, "Well I guess if those two shy-guys can kiss in public, maybe you can too."
Vegeta smirked against her lips and murmured, "I'll do more than that in public if you tempt me, woman. I don't mind showing off how lucky I am." The woman's cheeks heated again and he laughed, brushing his thumb over them. "Who knew a couple of shy gay men would turn you into such a blushing maiden?"
She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and said, "You may get punished tonight, bad man."
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