Vegeta breathed the air of Earth again with strange relish, this place that had accidentally become his home. This backwater. He knew now that he was fully domesticated. Beyond wanting a breather from Kakarot, he wanted to see his mate, his son, his best friend, his book club buddy. He wanted to hug them. Not publicly, of course.
"Let go of my hand, Kakarot."
The clown did not let go of his hand. "How long are we stayin' again, 'Geta?"
"Just a week. Don't forget Piccolo's bachelor party tomorrow night. Let go!" Vegeta shook himself free of his training partner. Kakarot looked stung.
"A whole week? But I want to get back to training!"
"Kakarot, visit your woman, eat good food, spend some time with your sons and granddaughter. Three of the nights are celebrations!"
The bigger Saiyan looked distinctly unimpressed with these other options, but Vegeta didn't give two shits what Kakarot wanted. Vegeta rocketed off towards Bulma and found her in her lab.
She screamed when he phased behind her, hugging her tightly. "Oh sweet Kami, Vegeta, you startled the shit out of me!" She spun and their mouths met.
He groaned into the kiss, instantly hard, and dragged a long breath through his nose to smell her. He missed her scent. He breathed again. Pulled out of the kiss. He snuffled down her neck. She laughed, but he kept scenting her. "Woman?"
"I thought about doing it before you left, but…I needed a little time to make sure I really wanted it, that it wasn't just, I don't know, to appease you."
He searched her glittering turquoise eyes. "But…but you do?"
"Yeah. I had to summon Shenron to ask how it worked. He said there's a day or two warm-up, but that then I'll be fertile as I was the first time we fucked."
Vegeta kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. He couldn't believe it. He'd given up on ever having another child. His son had turned into a fine, if occasionally petulant, young man, but Vegeta, though he would never admit it to a soul aside from the woman and maybe, in his cups, Panchy or Piccolo, he missed the early days. The days of exploding frogs and hazardous diapers and sleepless nights and trying to decipher what burbled "words" meant.
There was never a clean surface in the woman's lab, but Vegeta spied the one with the most benign-looking things, a pile of notebooks and papers, and carried her to it. He laid down and pulled her on top of him to kiss her more and hold her. "I love you, woman. You're perfect. I miss you every fucking day."
"I miss you too, bad man," she whispered and shoved his pants down enough that his hard-on sprang free.
His eyes widened as she sat back to straddle him and he felt the teasing brush of her aqua curls. "I think you might be a bad woman." He peeked under her skirt and she was bare.
She spread her lips and rocked on his prick, sliding along his length, but not taking his shaft inside her. She kept her hand hidden beneath her skirt and gripped him. She used his head to rub her clit and a pretty blush colored her cheeks as she breathed harder and trembled above him. At last, when he could smell how close she was, she sank down on his cock and came immediately, the slick walls of her pussy clenching and tightening on him, welcoming him home.
He thrust up into her as she slammed down. She slid her hands under his shirt to grip his pecs and play with his nipples. "Vegeta, oh gods, I missed you so much. Fuck, fuck me harder. I love when you fuck me hard after I come."
He spread his hands on her hips and pinned her down so he could drive up into her more deeply and not have her bounce away from him. She felt so good, she smelled divine, and she loved him. He never deserved her love or her life or her body, even, but she loved him somehow and gave him everything. And now she was going to give him another baby. He sat up so he could flex his abs to rub her clit as he fucked her and when she breathily pleaded for him to make her come again, he obeyed and filled her as she gripped him.
"I just don't see how it's a bachelor party if you're both here and you keep sneaking off to make out?" Vegeta grumbled as Piccolo slouched drunkenly up against him upon returning from the "bathroom" with a new hickey, though it was fading fast with his Namek healing.
"Shh…" Piccolo said and snickered into his hand. "Don't tell my fiancé that I just had super hot sex against the back wall of a bar with the hottest guy I've ever met!"
Seventeen gave Vegeta a sympathetic look, but what passed for a smile on the android's face appeared. Kakarot and Krillin were on Vegeta's other side and Kakarot shouted to be heard over the music, "What? Piccolo! You know Seventeen is right there!?"
Piccolo glowered, his brow ridges dropping so low that his eyes almost shone red from the darkness. "I—"
Seventeen yanked Piccolo against him and kissed him before murmuring, "Do not engage him. You know how daft he can be."
"Okay, baby. I'm a little drunk."
"You are?" Seventeen said.
"Does this mean I can go home? Have you two had your fun being bachelors together until you're two married guys this weekend?"
Piccolo gave him a sour look. "I haven't seen you in for-fucking-ever and you're pouting at my bachelor party? I thought you were my best man, but you're kinda just like, an okay man tonight."
Yamcha chortled and Vegeta considered throat-punching him and telling everyone present that he couldn't find a clitoris even if he had the dragon balls and asked for Shenron's guidance, but instead he crossed his arms tightly. "It so happens that I also haven't seen my wife in quite a long time and since you are mostly getting laid, I would like to do the same!"
Krillin scratched the back of his neck and blushed as he said, "Yeah, uh, heh, um, I really should be getting home, Piccolo."
Seventeen said coolly, "Why do you need to go home, Krillin? Surely you don't engage in coitus with my beloved sister?"
Krillin blinked and Vegeta would guess he weighed what his life was worth to his wife, whether she would scare Seventeen enough to prevent him from murdering her husband. The small man found bravery. "I don't engage in coitus, Sev, I screw her straight back into being a human."
Piccolo burst out in pleased giggles and clapped Krillin on the back, which knocked Vegeta forward and almost into his drink. "That's what I do to Sev!"
Vegeta wasn't drunk enough for this party. Kakarot said, "I don't think your ladies would like you talking about that kinda thing."
"And I don't think your lady would like you doing that kind of thing to her. I imagine you're bad at it," Vegeta said and smirked.
"Am not!" Kakarot cried.
Everyone laughed at him and Vegeta thought that there was at least one realm in which he exceeded Kakarot's skill, and if he had to choose between fighting and fucking, he'd take fucking any day. Piccolo and Seventeen were making out again, and while Vegeta found the logistics with that lanky bastard somewhat fascinating, he decided he didn't need to be around for their next "bathroom" break.
"I'm going home. You two bachelors have an excellent night. I'll see you for the godsdamned rehearsal dinner and the wedding. Oh fuck, Piccolo, can you dress me appropriately for tomorrow night since I assume you don't want me to wear a battle suit."
"Doesn't Bulma ever take you out? Yeah, yeah, I'll come up with something." Piccolo waved his hand dismissively at Vegeta. "You look okay tonight, like an adult dressed you. Do you just have that? Of course you do."
Vegeta wore the suit that he'd donned so many years ago to take the woman out on their first human date. The woman tried to drag him back to the tailor other times, but he refused. Earthling formal wear had so little utility. He'd shed his jacket hours ago due to overheating. "Earth clothes are poorly designed!"
"You liked Bulma's wedding dress. Not everything has to be made of fucking spandex, Vegeta," Piccolo said.
Seventeen murmured something in his ear and the big man flushed and seemed to forget all about Vegeta. "Tomorrow then." The rest of their party trailed Vegeta out of the loud bar and into the night. He appreciated that Piccolo and Seventeen had dragged all of them to a male strip club. Vegeta didn't mind the show, though most human bodies were disappointing, and he thoroughly enjoyed how the others squirmed at the sight of a few men shaking their asses in minuscule clothing.
The woman was asleep when he got home. He could smell her heat strongly now and it was irresistible. He nuzzled her neck and jaw, kissed her cheek. "My mate, you can't sleep when you smell this delectable."
"Mmm? You home already?" The woman glanced at her phone. "I just went to bed. How is a bachelor party over before midnight?"
"I assure you when both bachelors are there, it's a different sort of party."
The woman laughed and rolled into his arms. "He brought Seventeen with him? What the hell?"
"I don't know, woman, they're ridiculous. I'm happy that he's happy and smitten and horny. They both seem to be."
With no more preamble, she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him. "What about you? Are you happy and smitten and horny?"
"Gods, yes, I have been since the day you first let me kiss you. And I was smitten and horny long before that." He kissed her deeply and cupped her ass in one hand, her breast in the other, teasing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. "And you, woman?"
"Fuck yeah. I've missed you so much, bad man. You have no idea. I didn't want to share you tonight."
Vegeta rolled his hard-on against her belly. "I think I have some idea, since I missed you as well, my queen."
He was grateful for his Saiyan night vision as her smile lit up the night for him. She rolled onto her back and said, "Maybe you'll put a princess in me this time, hmm?"
"Is that what you want?" he asked, "Shall I put a baby in you with your explicit consent this time, my mate?"
"Yeah, I want to have another little terror with you, my king. I love you so much," the woman said and wrapped her legs around him so he could palm her ass as he sucked on a nipple.
He kissed down her belly, lingering on each silvery stretch mark, swirling his tongue in her belly button, and breathing deep of her delicious heat scent as he licked her folds, sought out her clit. "You're so wet for me already, my queen."
"I considered fighting Piccolo to keep you home tonight, that's how bad I want you."
"Mmm…I better make up for my absence then, worship you as befits a queen?"
The woman didn't answer as he sucked on her clit and flicked it fast with the tip of his tongue. He slicked his fingers with spit and curled two inside her, teased at her ass with his pinky. She pulled her legs wider apart and panted, "Fuck, yes, both, please. Vegeta, holy shit!"
She already twitched around his fingers and he moaned as he pressed his pinky into her pucker, tight and hot. He thrust into both her openings as he licked her harder, so hungry for her pleasure, and sent a little bolt of chi into his fingertips to make them buzz. She groaned and clutched and tugged at his hair as her thighs squeezed around his head. She climaxed hard, clenching on him, and he moved up her body.
"Say you want it, woman," he growled.
"I want you to fuck me. Put your cock in me so deep, Vegeta. I need it!" she said, gazing into his eyes and urging him forward.
"Do you want me to impregnate you? I want to hear it, my queen, my mate, my perfect wife."
"Put a baby in me, bad man. My king," she said and kissed him fiercely.
No words had ever made Vegeta happier. He drove into her still shivering pussy and held himself deep inside his mate. He kissed down her silky throat. She arched to press her breasts toward his mouth, so he took her nipple between his lips and began to rock into her, still holding her lush ass in his hand.
He could have come immediately, but he wanted to draw it out. He wanted to bring her up so that she could come with him, so their baby would be born out of mutual love and pleasure. He gave her other breast some love. She moaned and spread her fingers over his tail stub. She circled it gently and he gasped, "Bulma, holy shit, you're going to make me come if you keep doing that!"
"Come for me, my king!"
Vegeta obeyed with a guttural cry. She followed, her pussy squeezing on him again. He kissed her as he shuddered with ecstasy, teasing her tongue, and all their wonderful years of kissing and making love filled his mind, a slideshow of a life well-lived. He was grateful for all the foolish choices that left him stranded here. That led him to his queen.
Piccolo fidgeted and twitched like he was hooked up to an ill-conceived electric motor. Vegeta adjusted his own miserable bowtie and said, "Why are you so stressed out? He loves you. He's marrying you. You look fantastic. You and Panchy have created a party worthy of gods. What is it?"
Piccolo's dark eyes darted to Vegeta. He frowned. "I'm allowed to be nervous that he's going to bail after it took us this long to get here!"
"You think he's going to jilt you?"
Piccolo nodded and paced. Gohan came back after checking on the setup. Piccolo was walking the aisle, Seventeen standing. Vegeta wondered if this paranoia was the reason.
Gohan touched Piccolo's arm. "Hey, Piccolo, whoa, you are sweating. You need to take a breath. He's out there. You're ready?"
"But did he look…forced? Did I force him to marry me, with all the Panchy pressure?" Piccolo said, somehow turning an unhealthy green.
"No!" Vegeta and Gohan barked in unison. Gohan informed Vegeta earlier that this exact concern had wound up with Piccolo drunk and crying in a strip club bathroom, despite the fact that Gohan caught Piccolo and Seventeen making out.
Vegeta thought perhaps there was something else going on. "Alright. Out with it. Quickly. What is actually bothering you? Have out with it so you can enjoy your wedding!"
Piccolo stammered and spluttered and finally hissed, "I haven't told him I want kids." He hid his face with his big hands.
Gohan looked at Vegeta. Vegeta looked at the younger man, and they both cracked up. They bent double they laughed so hard, smacking each other's backs. Gohan wheezed, "Piccolo! You're an idiot!"
"Yes, oh gods, yes, you are!" Vegeta choked out.
"What?" Piccolo said, deflating from his tense, panicked posture. "Why?"
"Gods, Piccolo, everyone on the planet knows you want kids. You may as well have it tattooed on your forehead and on the back of your skull just to be sure. He probably put off marrying you because he knew you would want babies instantly and he wanted a few years of just you." Vegeta swiped tears out of the corners of his eyes but kept chuckling.
Gohan nodded in agreement and kept laughing. Piccolo stared at both of them in shock. "You…You think he knows?"
"Piccolo, you babysit any child you can find, you coach middle school soccer, you volunteer for storytime at the library, and you would have a Girl Scout troop if they would let you." Gohan squeezed Piccolo's arm. "Of course he knows. He knows you. He loves you."
"Stupid fucking Debra, I would rock at teaching those girls to camp. You know, I should have brought you in to tell them, Gohan. You better have a girl. Then I'll show that bitch. You sure as shit learned to camp from me."
"Um, I'm not sure abandoning me in the wilderness when I was four would have made a strong case for you being in charge of a group of little girls raised in the city."
"Fuck Debra anyway. Alright. I'm ready." Piccolo's eyes went distant as they did when he was speaking telepathically and music started. "Go on, Gohan, I'm going to lose my shit if I think about this anymore."
Vegeta trailed Gohan and then waited for his best friend. Before Piccolo arrived, Vegeta looked into Seventeen's icy blue eyes and said, "Be good to him or I'll murder you."
"Maybe be a better best friend or I'll murder you," Seventeen said and smirked.
Vegeta found himself near to tears as his two friends finally said their vows after all these years. He still felt that way about his queen, his mate. She sat in the front row and Vegeta knew she was irritated that somehow her mother made it into the wedding party. Piccolo had Vegeta and Gohan stand up for him and Seventeen had Eighteen and Panchy. Panchy looked like it was the best day of her life as well. Vegeta wiggled his eyebrows at her and she wiggled a flask at him from a hidden pocket in her dress.
Following Piccolo and Seventeen down the aisle after the ceremony, Panchy said, "Well at long last, all my hard work in book club pays off! You two boys are going to have the best honeymoon!"
Seventeen openly groped Piccolo's ass and smiled more broadly than Vegeta had ever seen. "You think he wants to go on a honeymoon, Panchy? Did you plan that too? I forgot."
Piccolo hooked his arm under Seventeen's ass and picked him up. "The fuck you did. You wanted to skip the wedding completely and get straight to the honeymoon."
"Well, I assume my time having you all to myself is very limited, Picc," Seventeen said and kissed his big husband.
Piccolo's cheeks and ears turned purple and his eyes blew wide. "Yeah?"
Seventeen looked bemused. "I figured a week would be as long as you'd wait before we start in on kids."
The woman joined them and whispered, "What's he grinning about?"
"I'll explain later. For now, I might find a secret corner where I can make certain that my wish didn't go to waste."
"Years of no period without having to go through menopause was worth every minute of time you spent finding dragon balls, my king. And the no wrinkles is pretty awesome too."
"I want my full balls' worth," Vegeta said, smirking and groping her as they slunk away from the wedding party. She laughed and they snuck off to find semi-privacy. He hoped Piccolo wouldn't be mad that Vegeta delayed pictures to get laid. He thought if he had a daughter, Piccolo could lead her Girl Scout troupe and he would forgive Vegeta just to have his vengeance against Debra.
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