Seventeen didn't even seem to mind that their double date camping weekend started off with them seeing his dick. He jovially and matter-of-factly showed them around the island, pointing out geographical features that were interesting, helping them spot animals, identifying edible plants and fruits that were currently ripe.
Vegeta was grateful for his easy-going candor because it put the woman at ease. Piccolo still looked more anxious than Vegeta was used to seeing him, but his face practically glowed whenever Seventeen looked at him or touched him or spoke to him. Vegeta wondered if he looked that way with the woman. He certainly felt that way.
Piccolo relaxed finally as evening fell because he had been cooking up a storm so they could have a big feast on the beach. Seventeen helped him prepare everything, groping him occasionally, clearly with the sole purpose of making Piccolo purple up and bend down to kiss him.
The woman reclined on Vegeta where he leaned against a palm tree and she sighed contentedly. "I confess that this was not something I ever would've chosen as a date, Vegeta, but it's wonderful. Seventeen is so different than I expected."
"Hmm…Maybe he's another villain domesticated by love," Vegeta said.
She laughed and curled into his arms as the sun lowered in the sky, the wind coming off the sea was crisp. Seventeen laid out the last of the food and Piccolo got a fire going. The android said, "Thank you both for coming. Piccolo keeps assuring me that no one holds a grudge for the whole kill Goku and achieve world domination thing—"
The woman interrupted, "Oh lord, who around here hasn't threatened world domination?" A little snort of laughter escaped her.
Seventeen's chilly blue eyes landed on her and slid to Vegeta. "In any case, I didn't want to complicate Piccolo's life by having him publicly tied to a villain."
Piccolo protested, "I am a villain. And besides, my villainy was a choice. Yours was imposed on you by a mad scientist."
"Either way, I'm grateful that Bulma and Vegeta came to spend the weekend, my love. Stop being uneasy," Seventeen said and squeezed Piccolo's knee.
"I guess this is a majority villain gathering. You better keep your do-gooder, hero attitude to yourself, Bulma," Piccolo said, grinning.
She laughed and said, "I will as long as you keep other things to yourself. Don't you two have a bedroom? Where's your house, anyway?"
Seventeen pointed up to one of the tall volcanic peaks with a massive waterfall. "It's well away from everything. It's simple. Which is why we thought camping would be more appropriate. We don't have a guest room or any place to put you two. I suppose you could just come for dinner, but it is a long way, even flying. And I've known for some time that Piccolo wished to be 'out' with me."
"Took him long enough, jeez. I can't believe you built a house all the way up there! Why didn't you just build in West City? Why do you want to be all the way out here where there's nothing?" the woman asked.
Vegeta suppressed his laughter when both men peered at her as if she were speaking gibberish. Piccolo said, "That…is…why. We like the nothing. Normally it's very pleasant when people aren't being nosy and foolish!" he said. He gestured for them to start eating so they each made themselves a plate. Seventeen did too. Piccolo watched Seventeen with adoration until he caught Vegeta's eyes on him. He flushed and shrugged, as if to say, I can't even help myself.
Vegeta wondered if he looked so helpless. So completely at the mercy of the person he loved. When her eyes met his, licking her fingers after she served herself dinner, Vegeta knew he did. That she owned him more completely than Frieza ever had, but that he didn't mind. That he would lay down his life for her, be anything and everything she needed. Piccolo was right. It was a strange thing to have anyone have such power over him.
As the food dwindled, Seventeen leaned more into Piccolo's big embrace. The meal had been filled with laughter and good conversation. Vegeta suspected they were both ready to be alone and finish what he and the woman had interrupted earlier. The woman surprised him as she said, "I don't even want to pop my capsule house. It's so beautiful here. I kinda just want to sleep on the beach."
Piccolo said, "We do that all the time. There's some dangerous animals on the island, but they mostly keep to the jungle. Even if they don't, you brought one far more deadly."
Vegeta chuckled and the woman wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his cheek and said, "I know, he's so murderous. Do you guys just make camp right by the fire?"
Piccolo flushed and said, "Ah…we'll leave the fire to you two. We might go for a walk before we go to sleep. We'll see you in the morning?" Piccolo looked to Vegeta, clearly asking for permission to go be free with his boyfriend.
"Of course. Good night, thank you both for dinner."
Seventeen kissed Piccolo and said, "Thank Picc, I didn't do anything except agree to have you visit. Sleep well." Vegeta smiled as Seventeen helped Piccolo to his feet and they walked down the beach, talking softly, arm in arm.
Morning came with the sunrise, earlier than the woman was used to waking, and she groaned and rolled in Vegeta's arms, burying her face in his chest. He slept better than he had in ages. He tugged her up for a kiss and she straddled his hips, wearing only the tight black underclothes of her outfit. She ground on his morning wood, kissing him with intention.
"Careful, woman, or we might be the exhibitionists today."
"Maybe they're waking each other up too."
"Perhaps," Vegeta said and snuck his hand into her tights. He trailed his fingertips over her lips, feeling her get slick at his touch. He parted her lips and pulsed on her clit until she was panting.
"Vegeta…" she moaned.
He nipped her ear and said, "I can make you come, just like this. Or do you want me inside you?"
"If I come like this, you won't get off…"
"I love getting you off, woman. I'm not worried about that," Vegeta murmured and kissed her, vibrated his fingers more and she cried out against his lips. He felt the spasming of her core and she ground down on him.
She caught her breath and looked in his eyes. "Good morning," she whispered.
"It is, isn't it?" he answered. "I'm going to go collect some fruit and gather some driftwood for a fire. It's chilly." He could sense that Piccolo's chi was far off down the beach, though he gave it only passing notice. He had no desire to catch his friend in a compromising position again.
By the time he returned, the woman had changed, which disappointed him, and Seventeen and Piccolo had joined her. He set down the big basket of fruit he'd collected. They ate and exchanged pleasantries. Piccolo seemed more at ease now and Vegeta hoped that his big friend could relax and enjoy himself.
They swam and fished and hiked all over the island that day. Vegeta was surprised how unused to walking he was. It was so strange to scrabble over rocks and roots and climb a hill that he could have flown to the top if nanoseconds. It gave him a taste of humanity. He enjoyed watching the woman work her friendly magic on Seventeen, though Piccolo had always been somewhat immune to her. Vegeta supposed part of the reason he liked Piccolo was that he wasn't susceptible to charm and charisma, so he had no fear that Piccolo was interested in Bulma.
Seventeen clearly had eyes only for Piccolo, but as the android spent more time chattering with Bulma, Vegeta saw worry return to Piccolo's mien. He punched his big shoulder when the woman and Seventeen were ahead of them on a fairly narrow trail.
Piccolo scowled at him. "What the fuck was that for?"
"He is not interested in her."
"Yeah, maybe not her, but what if he realizes how well he gets along with humans. Oh gods. He's totally going to. Fuck. This was a terrible idea. I think I just want him to want me and I wanted proof that he wanted me, but…shit!" Piccolo rambled.
"Settle down, for fuck's sake. I assure you, he has eyes only for you."
Piccolo glared. "You can't know that."
"I see how he looks at you."
"His face is hard to read."
"But you can?"
Piccolo rolled his eyes. "We've been together for years, of course."
"Yet you doubt that he loves you?"
Piccolo crossed his arms. "You make me sound like a jackass. You said you wouldn't."
"You're stressing unnecessarily about your boyfriend having a nice weekend with friends."
"It's weird when you're the sane one," Piccolo said and a ghost of a smile spread on his face.
Seventeen turned back and said, "What are you two plotting back there?" His smile was broad and Vegeta was right. He hoped Piccolo could see it, the way Seventeen's eyes glowed when he saw Piccolo.
At that same moment, the women's gaze found Vegeta and his breath caught in his throat. She loved him that way too. Her eyes sparkled in the late afternoon sun. They met his and she bounded back down the trail and into his arms. "I didn't think I'd like hiking of all things. I'm filthy and smell awful and have a thousand bug bites, but it's so gorgeous. We might have to make a habit of this, Vegeta." She kissed him and whispered, "Thanks for setting this up."
Vegeta's heart exploded that it had worked out. He wanted to make her happy and he had succeeded. Vegeta realized that she was maybe the only victory in his entire life.
The next day they bid Piccolo and Seventeen farewell. Seventeen smirked and said, "Next time maybe we'll have our clothes on when you arrive." He looked Piccolo up and down. "Maybe."
Piccolo blushed and said, "Maybe next time you guys won't be fucking voyeurs. Thanks for coming though. This was fun. Sometime you should bring the boys. I bet they'd have a great time exploring."
"Oh wow, do you mean that, Piccolo?" the woman asked, grinning.
"Sure, I love those little monsters. Just make sure we're not fucking when you show up with them."
Seventeen narrowed his eyes and said, "Those are pretty short windows of time, my love."
Piccolo flushed deep purple and facepalmed, but his other hand stayed linked with Seventeen's, his so large that it engulfed the android's completely. Vegeta scooped up the woman and they waved as he flew them toward home, content with her in his arms.
They touched down and her hair was a wild tangled mess. She growled as she tried to sweep it out of her face. "I wanted to cut it short before camping, but now I really want it short."
Vegeta lifted a snarled chunk and kissed her neck. "Mmm…Come on. I'll help you get it under control. We both need a bath."
She looked stunned at this, but he didn't feel like elaborating. They had a couple hours until ChiChi would send the boys home and Vegeta wanted to make good use of it. He led her into the bathroom. He said, "Let's scrub the grime off in the shower, but I'll manage your hair in the tub. We should put it up before I fly with you next time."
"Or we could just take the hover-car," she countered.
"Or we could just take the hover-car," he conceded. The weekend had been too good to risk a fight. He worked up a good lather in his hands and ran them over her pale skin, marked with bug bites and scrapes. He realized he'd never seen anything more than faint bruises from his own fingertips on her skin. She looked younger covered in abrasions.
He dropped to his knees in front of her. She poured shampoo in her palms and massaged it into his scalp as he pressed his mouth against her pussy. She laughed and said, "Vegeta, gross, at least let me wash first."
He ignored her, sliding his tongue between her lips and flicking it back and forth over her clit until the nub grew hard and she shuddered, pushing her hips toward him. She dragged her fingers through his hair, clutching him. He ran his hand under the water and slid it up the inside of her thigh, curling two fingers inside her wet folds, finding the place inside her that always pushed her over the edge.
She breathed his name over and over, until she cried out, pressing his head against her. When the twitching and gripping of her pussy relented, he pulled away and kissed each of her hip bones. She gazed down at him. He could drown in her vivid blue eyes. Instead he rose to his feet, finished washing their bodies, and finding her hair as big a mess as he feared, he said, "To the bath, woman, this will require work."
He turned the water on and lifted the woman in. He slid down the sloped back behind her, bringing conditioner with him. He silently went to work, untangling from the tips until he could run his fingers from scalp to ends. He laid her back, rinsing it, and she stared at him with shock. He didn't know what to say, because he had accidentally transported himself back in time. He sat her back up and raked his fingers through her hair again, parting it. He took one side in his hand, smoothing the wet length, and his hands did what they had done so many times in his youth.
He plaited the left side a little clumsily. His hands remembered, but her hair was slippery and silky and fine, so unlike the hair he learned to braid with. By the time he braided the right, combing his fingers carefully through it, he was deft and fast. All her hair was bound out of her face and tidy so it wouldn't tangle. She floated around to face him in the now full tub.
"So…that was…lovely…" she said, though there was a question under it.
Vegeta hadn't really spoken of Raditz since the very first night he'd fucked Bulma. He still tried to keep his mind from his first love. From what he'd done, but sometimes something would hit him so powerfully, he simply couldn't ignore the way Raditz shaped him. Vegeta said, hoping he didn't lose his composure. "Occasionally…when…when we stayed at inns or purged planets easily enough that most of their infrastructure was in place, we would…well…you know….Enjoy ourselves. Other times, we indulged before battles we knew would go hard. I…I don't know if you recall Raditz's hair—"
"Uh, yeah, it was pretty memorable," she said with a chuff of laughter.
"It was a thing of legend. But a liability, depending on the sort of foe we were up against. I…We would do this. Soak together. I would wash his ridiculous mane and then I would do my best to contain it so it didn't hinder him in a fight. Sometimes…" Vegeta flushed. He searched her eyes to see if he was upsetting her. To see if she was judging him for sharing fond memories of his lover that he had murdered. Her eyes were curious though, and loving. All that love he didn't deserve but she gave him anyway.
"He let me do it when I couldn't sleep. But…sometimes we just…relaxed…that way. I would put all sorts of elaborate braids in his hair and he would lay in my lap petting my legs. It was so…luxurious…decadent. It was rare. But…but I loved it. Nappa gave us shit about wasting our money to lay in warm water, but what else could we possibly spend it on? Sometimes things just…work. That worked for us."
She leaned forward and kissed him, threading her fingers into his hair. "Thank you for telling me. I'm glad you two had that. I'm glad you have those memories. I wish you focused more on those and less on the other. I love you so much, Vegeta. It's okay to love yourself."
He snorted and shook his head. "It's wild and outlandish enough that you love me, woman. I would know I'd gone mad if I managed that for myself."
"He would never want you to be miserable. I'm sure of it," she said. In the distance, there was the unmistakable sound of two young Saiyans crashing into the house. "This weekend was perfect, Vegeta. Except the voyeurism."
"Oh it wasn't that bad," Vegeta said and swatted her ass as they stood. "I thought it was cute to see Seventeen trying to settle Piccolo down with a good dicking."
The woman laughed, kissed him, and said, "You are so weird. I love it. I love you." Then she was wrapped in her robe and gone, unbraiding her hair as she went since she had no battle, no mission, no need for Vegeta at all.
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