She was untouchable, and he knew it too.
It wasn't her family's name or fortune that made her that way. Surprisingly enough, the eleven-year difference between the two of them didn't truly contribute to it either. No, it was simply the fact that she was Bulla Vegeta Briefs; the daughter of the second greatest fighter in the universe and the little sister of his best friend. The utmost forbidden of forbidden fruit. That was what made her unattainable, and yet, so unbearably desirable. And he felt ashamed that he would even want to be with her in such an unfit way…
Goten eyed the bluette intensely as she made her way into the kitchen. He had just finished his sparing session with Trunks, a weekly routine for the two of them. Even with their individual lives getting busy, they always made time to get some quality fighting time in. Since Vegeta now occupied the gravity room, Goten figured he would get some food while his best friend hit the shower. What he hadn't figured, but of course should have, was that she'd be there.
Right there.
"Hey Goten," the blue-haired vixen remarked, being the first to break the silence with a dazzling grin. Her workout ensemble was a formfitting lycra jumper with a giant zipper down the middle, its dark blue hue enhancing her cerulean eyes and hair. Nimble fingers gathered her loose strands into a high ponytail, accentuating her perfect cheekbones. Goten felt a twinge of guilt and elation as he envisioned situations of Bulla in a ponytail that were of a less appropriate manner.
The older man shook his head to snap back to reality, acting as if he hadn't been thinking about what he had been thinking about. "Hey B-Chan," he returned jovially, grabbing a giant turkey leg from the fridge. He stacked his meal with a heaping helping of veggies and potatoes, creating a tower of food that barely stood still.
Bulla snickered. "Someone's hungry," she sang, snatching a seltzer for herself while Goten piled even more food onto his already packed plate. He chuckled while bashfully rubbing the back of his head, impressively holding everything with one hand.
"Well, you know me, B-Chan, always hungry – especially after a sparring session!" Goten replied, taking a bite out of a second turkey leg. As he chewed, a twinkle in those sapphire eyes flickered brightly. She smirked, much like her father did on a regular basis, but hers seemed far more devious.
"You're right, Goten—I do know you," she replied in a rather suggestive voice. The tone caught the older Saiyan by surprise as she leaned in closer, inhaling his masculine scent. "Better than you think," Bulla murmured.
Goten attempted to reply as Bulla swiftly grabbed the other turkey leg and took a tiny bite before putting it back down on his plate. His mouth dropped in surprise as her smirk became a gorgeous smile once more. A small chuckle escaped his lips, impressed.
"Dangerous game you're playing, Bulla," Goten kidded, admiring her chutzpah. She shook her head.
"Nonsense," the younger woman answered, "like I said I know you, Son Goten. You'd never hurt me."
The comment warmed Goten's heart as he noticed Bulla's face was inches away from his own. "In fact," she continued softly, "you would do anything to make me happy. Even letting me share your food…" the bluette remarked, grabbing a stray pea off his plate, and popped into her mouth.
The gall of this woman.
Her words struck a chord, however. Even though there was a joking element to them, Goten knew it to be true. Ever since the Saiyan Princess graced Earth with her presence, she had full run of all the men in her life. Vegeta was fiercely overprotective as was Trunks, who doted on his baby sister just as much as he teased her. Goten was no exception; not only was he just as concerned about her well-being as her family was, but her happiness as well.
As a child, she ran to Goten when Trunks was being mean, and he would happily shield the young princess from harm. Being the youngest in his family, he always longed to have a sibling that he could protect, and Goten cherished any chance to be Bulla's knight in shining armor. He loved that she felt so safe with him. When Bulla grew older, while her happiness still meant the world to him, the desire to defend her increased even more—especially as Goten found himself harboring less than brotherly thoughts.
He couldn't pinpoint exactly when those thoughts started. Goten wished that he could say it was when she turned eighteen, but he knew that was a lie. Her seventeenth birthday involved a huge pool party at Capsule Corp where she wore the tiniest bikini known to man, and every man there noticed.
Vegeta nearly had a tantrum and Bulma chastised him in front of the guests to calm down. Trunks scoffed at his sister vying for the attention of loser high school boys. Goten even refused to leave the water until the Saiyan Princess evacuated the area, for fear physical proof of his attraction would be discovered.
Goten would often have to make excuses at times to leave the room or avoid certain situations with the beautiful woman. The half-Saiyan thought he had it under control for the most part, save for an inappropriate fantasy here or there that he kept solely to himself. Even though Bulla was no longer a child, his extensive history with her made it difficult to accept her adult status. Still, his body was already well aware of the younger hybrid's womanhood. For better or worse.
But here she was—years later, and as gorgeous as ever—age appropriate finally and yet, so far out of reach though he stood but inches away from her.
When he caught a whiff of her tangy perfume, it brought him back to reality but also made his mouth water. Or perhaps it could have been his hunger and the food in front of him—it was hard to tell.
"You are your father's daughter, that's for sure," Goten mused aloud with a laugh.
Bulla leaned into him once more. "Don't let that scare you," she teased. The sweet scent of her continued to invade Goten's orifices.
She was killing him.
"So uh, B-Chan…" Goten started off, changing the subject, "how's the new gig at Capsule Corp. treating you?"
Shifting awkwardly away, he edged her out as he moved to sit at the table to finish his meal. She took note of his attempt to create some distance and smirked. "Challenge accepted," the princess mused to herself. She ended up following Goten to the table and sat right next to him, ensuring as much contact as possible. The older halfling tried to keep his eyes on the food on the plate as he gulped down what he could to calm his nerves.
"As well as can be," Bulla remarked with a sip of her seltzer, "luckily, my job as VP of Technology is a bit easier to manage than my brother's position. I get to play around with toys all day, while he's required to attend boring meeting after meeting."
Goten chuckled at the thought of his best friend stuck in some musty room with tedious, old businessmen. Trunks was the heir to the Briefs empire, so it was expected of him to carry on the Capsule Corp. legacy by running the place, while Bulla was free to pursue her other interests in the company. He was elated she was able to do so.
"You've always been so smart, B—" he murmured, truthfully.
The comment caught her off guard as she beamed, touched. "And you always know how to make a girl blush, Goten," Bulla whispered, her cheeks reflecting her words. Goten returned the smile, staring into her turquoise eyes. It was a couple of moments before either spoke again.
Bulla cleared her throat. A thought crossed her mind, one that she had contemplated many times before, and now seemed as appropriate of an occasion as any to bring it up. She had to shoot her shot.
Her dark lashes fluttered temptingly at him. "Do you want to spar in the gravity room with me?" she wondered, knowing the comment piqued his interest.
"B-Chan, I didn't realize you were training again!"
"Yeah well," she scrunched her nose in reply, "my dad wants me sharp just in case of anything. Besides, helps keep the figure tight."
Just the mention of the word tight made Goten blush. He cleared his throat when Bulla looked at him strangely.
"Appreciate the offer but I think your dad is using it right now," he blurted out.
She seemed undeterred by his response.
"Well, lucky for you, I've been working on a second room prototype!" Bulla proudly announced. The brilliant daughter of Bulma naturally inherited her mother's intelligence as well as her beauty. As VP of Technology for Capsule Corp, Bulla took advantage of her resources and created a bevy of enhancements for the Z Fighters. Her most recent contribution was a lighter form of armor that was just as efficient as heavier material. Bulla took pride in her inventions, as she did anything she put effort into.
Goten's eyebrows raised in admiration and interest. "Wow, impressive B-Chan!" he exclaimed. While he had just come from a great sparring session with Trunks, there was no denying the younger Saiyan man was always game for more.
"So, what do you say?" Bulla asked, standing up. "Join me there?"
"I'd be happy to," Goten answered.
Her grin grew from devious to delighted. "It's a date then," she cooed as she gave him a wink, "one of the cool features of this version is that it has a ki blocker. It'll be in Quadrant 3 near the back of the lab. Should have total privacy there."
"Privacy, eh? The less to know about your humiliating loss the better, huh?"
"Don't you mean your loss, Son Ten?"
Goten chuckled amusingly; she had called him Ten since she was a child. "I suppose we shall see, Princess," he murmured, following her backside like a hawk.
Bulla didn't turn around, but she could feel his eyes all over her. "Yes, we shall see indeed," her thoughts caused her to smirk in anticipation of what was to come.
Or who, she hoped.
This was a bad idea.
"What harm could a spar do?" Goten had so innocently thought to himself. He assumed the two of them would have a friendly match, nothing too crazy. In fact, he was almost hoping Bulla would have tapped out early, but this was not the case. The heiress came at him with everything she had, remarkably untamed in the heat of battle, a true student of her father's teachings.
He was started to get flustered seeing her ferocity, somehow an incredible turn on for him, and Goten attempted to not let the heiress know just how much he wanted her.
Bulla hadn't been kidding about this new prototype's ability. The gravity somehow felt even more intense than its predecessor, with Goten struggling to stay upright. He and Trunks tended to spar at about 300x normal gravity, and here Bulla had it only on 200x – he wondered if perhaps he was still worn out from his previous workout or if his nerves around the princess were weighing on him just as mightily as the power level of the room.
As Bulla launched another attack, Goten dodged swiftly, feeling a surge of adrenaline rush through his veins. The intensity of the battle heightened the emotions swirling within him. He admired Bulla's dedication and determination, finding it incredibly alluring. However, he also feared the consequences of acting on his yearnings, knowing it could complicate their whole dynamic.
In an attempt to regain his focus, Goten suppressed his inner thoughts and redirected his energy towards the fight. Pushing himself to match Bulla's ferociousness with his own strength and technique. The two engaged in a fierce exchange, their movements a blur as they danced around each other.
The force of the gravity room continued to weigh on him greatly. Bulla's natural musk, mixed with sweat and blood and whatever fruity perfume she had on, didn't do him any favors either. As she lunged at Goten with a high kick, her aroma became more pervasive. His stomach growled, unsatiated from his previous meal. But he knew better; he was craving a different kind of meal altogether.
Goten steadied his breath and body as he realized there was another scent that permeated the air…
Arousal.
"Cat got your tongue?" the Saiyan Princess wondered regarding the older man's stillness and silence. She softened her fighting stance. "You seem distracted," Bulla chided, a gleam in her eye.
"This isn't a good idea, Bulla—" Goten confessed, his own arousal starting to take form near the hem of his gi, "—we shouldn't spar at this intensity. You haven't had enough training and I don't want to hurt you."
Bulla looked touched at his concern for her welfare, a brief momentary reminder of his good nature; though soon after, her devious smile returned to keep up the allure. "Like I said earlier," she began, "I know you would never hurt me."
He scoffed in mild irritation. "Bulla, I'm being serious."
"I am too."
Goten's frustration grew, mixed with a sense of attraction that he struggled to suppress. "It's not just about physical harm," he explained, his voice wavering slightly.
This caught her attention.
"Oh?" she wondered curiously, batting her eyelashes temptingly. "Whatever do you mean by that?"
A dark red permeated Goten's cheeks. "Bulla," he began slowly, unsure of how to word this next part, "you know I can…smell you, right?"
Her eyes flickered, entertained by the discomfort of his features as well as the admittance to noticing her. "Saiyan noses are good for a thing or two," the princess declared.
"I'm sorry to make you uncomfortable but—"
"Goten, if anything, you're making me very comfortable."
She crossed her arms to accentuate her bust. Goten's red-stained countenance only continued to deepen.
"C'mon B," he chided, "don't be like that."
"Like what, Goten? You keep avoiding the subject."
"Forget I even brought it up," Goten said, turning away. The demi-Saiyan was trying desperately to hide his hard on from the younger woman, hoping she hadn't detected already. Bulla walked over to the control board to turn off the gravity, a coy look on her face. He opened the topic up at this point. She was just merely planning to finish discussing it.
"Is it such a bad thing to know that you turn me on?" the princess whispered darkly.
Goten froze in his tracks at her verbalizing the tension that hung in the air. He scoffed uncomfortably as he spun his body towards hers.
"Bulla," he began slowly, "that's the last thing you should be saying to me."
"Is that so?"
A flicker of disappointment crossed Bulla's face, but she quickly regained her composure. Her sly smile returned, indicating that she wasn't ready to let go of the magnetism filling the room. "Goten, you underestimate me," she teased, taking a step closer. "I can handle myself, both physically and emotionally."
Goten's frustration transformed into a mix of irascibility and longing. "Bulla, I'm trying to be responsible here," he said, his voice laced with a touch of trepidation. "We don't want to be reckless."
"You're wrong," she purred, "that's the very thing I want to be. With you specifically."
She made her intentions crystal clear at this point, causing Goten to gulp down hard.
"Fight me, Goten—"
Blue eyes stared him down while getting into a fighting position. Goten looked at her through gritted teeth, shaking his head in disagreement. "No B-Chan," he said quietly attempting to turn back again, "I think we are done here."
With that, Bulla once more adjusted the room's gravity, this time kicking it up to 300x – nearly tripping Goten in the process. After regaining his balance, he planted his feet firmly, adjusting to the new power level in the room. He rotated and glowered at Bulla who gave off a challenging glare of her own.
"I don't think we are, Ten."
The sweat dripped down as she unzipped her jumper in a single motion, shocking the older Saiyan at her lack of her namesake undergarments. As her clothing fell to the floor, she stood there unchanged in her determination while Goten's breathing ceased for a moment. In shock and awe, he observed Bulla's naked form in all her glory.
"Fight me," she repeated slowly, "or fuck me."
All the blood in his body seemed to voyage towards his ever-stiffening member. Her tempting words knocked the wind out of him, and he could barely breathe, let alone think. After the initial jolt of distress, he started exhaling again, though in deep, jagged huffs. Goten tried in vain to maintain eye-contact with the other Saiyan halfling and not let them wander downwards again, but the sight of her—how could he not stare.
"Bulla, we can't—"
"Says who?"
She shifted, her breasts heaving with her weight at full force. It took every iota of willpower to not pin her right then and there and put one of her mesmerizing tits in his mouth and suckle her dry. How was her body that perfect? Far more regal than any picture his mind envisioned whenever he happened to fantasize about the princess. Bulla easily was the most exquisite creature he ever laid eyes on.
And here he was…resisting her.
"Put your clothes on," he commanded through clenched teeth, his excitement down below engulfing him whole.
Another amused smirk displayed across her face. "You sure about that, Ten? Your not so little friend seems to be enjoying himself," Bulla crooned in enjoyment, observing the outline of his hardness.
"Bulla," the older hybrid nearly hissed out.
"I always figured you had to be well-endowed Goten but whew," she whistled, "I never imagined you were quite soblessed."
The reddened tint his cheeks flushed was a mixture of mortification and titillation.
"Please," he begged, "stop talking like that Bulla. You don't know what you're saying."
A cunning glint spread across her face at his embarrassment. "Quite the contrary," Bulla confessed, "I think you and I both know we've been dancing around this topic for far too long, Goten."
She approached him, hips sashaying and chest swelling, and Goten didn't have it in him to move away. The tautness of her body pressed upon his, her softness and warmth enough to make him nearly release on the spot.
"Bulla," he implored the princess, sweat dripping down his face, "this is wrong."
"We're adults, Goten," Bulla warranted, "just two adults with an attraction to each other. What's so wrong about that?"
"You're Trunks' sister."
"Very good. You know how genealogy works."
"Bulla—"
"Goten, I don't want to hear about my brother," the heiress insisted as she darted her tongue in his ear, causing the older man to recoil as she held him still. "I don't want to hear about my brother, my father, our age difference—whatever excuses you've been telling yourself over the years."
"How do you even know—"
"If those weren't your reasons you would've have entered me ages ago," she murmured moving her lips down to his neck, rendering the man helpless.
"Kami," he breathed, a mixture of scoffing and moaning.
"I've wanted you for so long," she confessed aloud, "even as a silly teenager, I used to doodle your name in my notebook. Now that I'm older I still want you just…in other ways, too."
"It doesn't matter, Bulla," Goten responded, "we…"
"You're the only available Saiyan male around, Goten—not that it's the only reason why I want you, but I won't lie; knowing you would be able to handle every part of me is thrilling. Just the thought of you throwing me around like a ragdoll is incredibly tempting, I dare say."
"Bulla!"
Her tongue licked from scruff to jaw, finally a hair away from the gaping lips she always dreamed about savoring herself. With a rush of courage, she stood on her tiptoes to plant a gentle kiss on her desired target. Bulla's spice wakened the man, his eyes bugging out in sheer shock at the boldness she exhibited. Cheekily biting his bottom lip, Bulla descended downwards to her knees, leaving Goten's façade of horror frozen on his face.
The second Son was too afraid to look down, daring instead to remain stationary. His cock twitched, and with her head so close to its proximity, no sensible words he could say would convince the princess that he didn't want this just as badly as she did.
So, he braved the waters and gazed downwards at a sight he had dreamed about for years. The Saiyan Princess, beautiful as ever, on her knees staring up at him mouth parted, and cheeks flushed with want. He immediately threw his head back when her fingers circled the back of his legs. Bulla smirked.
She knew the effect she had on him. She was relishing it.
Short, freshly manicured nails softly vellicated upwards from Goten's knees to his thighs. The tickling sensation far too much for the man. His head was still upwards, eyes shut tight, thinking if he avoided eye contact it would make the situation non-existent. As if this were just another fantasy and not the daunting reality of their everyday life. Still, as Bulla's delicate fingers traced towards her final destination, Goten was well aware once she got there, they couldn't go back.
His eyes opened sensing her arrival, knowing that he was doomed to cave in at any moment. But if he were to fall victim to her, he thought, Goten was not about to let the bluette call the shots—rules be damned.
No. This experience would be done properly.
Bulla gasped when she felt herself being lifted off the floor, mere inches away from the hardness she desired so. All was forgiven though as Goten's supple lips captured hers in a searing kiss, giving the heiress a much-needed distraction from what she was denied. His tongue and hers danced for dominance, though Bulla didn't mind seeing this display of ascendency from the typically composed Son. She shivered as he unleashed a husky howl into her mouth, pulling away ever so slightly so she could observe the dark haze that now clouded his onyx eyes.
For a moment, Bulla wasn't sure what to expect.
"Goten?" she whispered, barely loud enough to be audible.
"If you're going to be like that…" he snarled, throwing her against the control board, "…then we are doing this the rightway."
The moxie Bulla possessed earlier all but evaporated at his words. Leaning back against the main frame, the inferno in her gut spread like wildfire as the other half-Saiyan knelt before her. His hands steadied her hips, obsidian orbs on a mission to explore this foreign territory before him. Bulla felt a stir within at seeing the object of her affection bowing to the throne that was her womanhood. She trembled in anticipation, every daydream she ever had about the older man nearly coming to life.
"And what way is that, Ten?" the princess asked breathlessly.
Goten pried her legs open to reveal the prize he coveted for so long. Under a finely trimmed pelt of blue, his mouth watered at the sight of her sex in front of him. Feeling the heat emanating from her core, the demi-Saiyan unearthed a primal growl. Locking eyes with the heiress, Goten flashed a wicked grin, his intent more than apparent.
"Beauty before age," he responded diving into her sacred haven.
Bulla didn't have a chance to correct his turn of phrase (Age before beauty, Goten!) before she felt the assault on her heated mound. In her ears danced a cacophony of slurping and moaning that sounded absolutely primitive. Goten certainly had the appetite of a Saiyan, regardless of the meal. She was well aware that his more experienced tongue would feel incredible on her folds but, as he lapped her up voraciously, Bulla realized just how skilled Goten truly was at this.
"Ah," she cooed, throwing her head back, "Goten!"
He remained focused on the task at hand, sensing Bulla's fingers curling themselves in his spikey locks. She uttered out some other titillated musings, but Goten was not paying any mind. Nothing would be distracting him from taking his time with this, he thought, giving his tongue full attention to each fold and crevasse she possessed. Mouthwatering delight was all he felt when he drank her in. Her womanly flavor a tonic for his fever dream, her aroma a bouquet of sweat and sex.
Goten couldn't get enough of her.
The wetness she produced as a result of his ministrations dripped onto his lips and chin, which only added fuel to his insatiable hunger. He dove in further to sample more of what he thought to be pure nectar of the gods. For as long as he had imagined what the princess tasted like, the real thing was by far the closest match to ambrosia out of anything he'd consumed.
Ragged breaths panting out from Bulla's mouth matched the pace of her hips gyrating against Goten's maw. He pulled away briefly, causing her to whimper with need.
She locked eyes with the ravenous man before her, noticing her essence glistening on his mandible. The droplets streaming down his chin, evidence of her desire, made Goten appear like a feral wolf. He smacked his lips together, tasting whatever extract of her he could, all while the heady perfume of arousal made them both light-headed. Goten brought his mouth to hers briefly, if only for her to taste the zest that was generating an absolute fire within.
Bulla could barely breathe before her paramour returned to his station, sucking the life out of her little bundle of nerves. The taut suction he applied was positively primeval. His thick finger circled the princess' entrance as he continued to drink from her, drenching itself in her succus. The digit pressed further into her most intimate place, Bulla seizing Goten in a death grip. She spasmed under his lissome touch, especially when he inserted a second finger to join its partner inside her.
"Goten," she warbled like a songbird.
His solid tongue flitted against her swelling clit, jamming his fingers in a frenzied cadence, a forceful groan reverberating against her.
"Come for me, B—" Goten demanded in between lapping up her sweetness. His speed quickened, fingering her with a force she had never experienced before. He lavished ample laps up and down her slit, his dark eyes gazing up at her to see if she would be obeying his earlier order. Her heavy ladened stare indicated the princess was close to the edge.
"Goten—I—"
"Come—"
"Goten!"
With a riveted squeal, Bulla reached her climax, releasing everything she had into Goten's wanting mouth. As she came, the forcefulness of his tongue intensified, not satisfied until he drank in every last drop of her.
Her weakened body slid towards the man, barely able to find enough strength in her hand to press the button that turned off the gravity. As the heaviness evaporated, Goten instantly caught her legs, propping the wobbly heiress up. Bulla observed her arousal soaking the inside of her thighs, beads of bliss skating down like a sprinkle of rain.
Goten's lips pressed a kiss there before steadying her frame. Satisfied that she could stand on her own, he arose to meet her, pausing for just a minute to wipe his drenched mouth with the back of his hand. Seeing her release covering Goten's chin left her speechless, but filled with hunger, nonetheless.
The dark-eyed man seemingly stared her down with a prehistoric severity. His Saiyan side was more than evident in his gaze.
He waited for her to regain some strength, continuing to eye her intently, before pressing their tongues together once more. Bulla's sweetness somehow tasted even sweeter on Goten's tongue, satisfied with the man's evident champion cunnilingus capabilities.
Wanting to sample more of Bulla's piquancy, Goten planted kisses along her neck, pecking gently at her creamy skin until it reddened from irritation. Her head tilted backwards enjoying the sensation of Goten canvassing her body as if she were a treasure map.
She shuddered as he descended, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth and towing tightly. A wet pop of lost suction echoed as he briefly released her teat. Before he returned to the same destination, Goten's strong hand massaged her other breast, his fingers teasing her other nipple with a hint of what was to come.
Bulla's moaning was music to his ears. She pulled him in closer, essentially motorboating the man, but his gleeful howl at the move indicated to Bulla that he was enjoying himself. His lips found the untasted nipple, giving it the same love and attention he applied to its twin.
Goten stiffened as he felt Bulla's hand cupping the ever-growing hardness inside his gi. He pulled back to meet her darkened gaze, her objective clearer than ever. The older hybrid hissed as Bulla finally had a chance to clutch his rock-solid member in her tiny hand. It was overwhelming just how big he felt in only her palm. She tugged on his shaft, speaking only with her eyes as she lowered herself to the ground once more.
"You denied me this earlier," she chastised, slowly undoing the belt of his training gi, looking up at him defiantly.
A chuckle emitted from Goten's throat; a tight breath hitched inside. "Wouldn't have been good manners," he insisted, "besides, I didn't see you complaining at the results."
A faint blush grazed her cheeks. His self-satisfied grin both pleased and frustrated her. She was determined to wipe the smirk off his face once and for all.
"Still," she began, "I've been dying to see what you've got hiding under there, Goten."
Her fingers finished untying his belt, ready to unveil his manhood to her once and for all. Bulla lightly glanced upwards to get a sense of where Goten was with things, almost concerned his earlier doubts would bubble up again and deny her once more. However, his steeled gaze assured her that he wanted this just as much as she did.
With one swift motion, she pulled down both his pants and boxers to reveal the most perfect cock Bulla had ever seen. The outline of his hardness did him no justice, she thought. Thick and veiny and an impressive length to boot, Goten was easily the largest out of anybody she had been with. She supposed he had his Saiyan genes to thank, or perhaps he had a bit of the Ox King in him after all; nevertheless, Bulla's mouth watered at the sight of his hardness.
"Well, I'll be…" she breathed.
Almost nervous to touch him, stared at the enlarged cockhead already crying out for her. Shimmering precum called out to Bulla as her lips parted instinctively. With one last glance towards Goten's panting face, she lowered her mouth to what she had so brusquely been denied before.
The second the warmth of her enveloped him, Goten threw his head back, his fingers nestling in her blue strands. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, the briny gift he left for her being lapped up greedily.
Goten quailed at her touch, especially as her tongue worked the length of his impressive shaft, tracing over thick veins while doing so. The elder halfling's grip tightened his hold on her hair once he felt her reach his balls, Bulla gently popping each one in her mouth and releasing after wetting.
"Kami," Goten uttered as Bulla licked back up towards his head. Not wanting to back down from a challenge, the princess started to take whatever she could of his extraordinary erection in her mouth. Inch by inch, she attempted to see just how far she go.
Another moan escaped Goten as Bulla managed to get more than half of him in her mouth, something most human women had never been able to do. He could have convinced himself she lacked a gag reflex until he heard her choke around the thickest part of himself. Bulla pulled off immediately in an attempt to clear her throat, a trail of saliva sticking from her lips to his dick. Her sapphire eyes glanced at Goten who was sweating with need, causing her core to quiver carnally.
As amazing as her mouth felt on him, Goten knew he couldn't wait any longer for the other warmth he dreamt about for so long.
He tossed aside his perspiring shirt, finally as naked as the woman in front of him. Just as Bulla was about to dip her mouth back onto his aching cock, he lifted her up to instead bring her lips towards his once more. Bulla was caught by surprise, fully expecting to have resumed her blowjob, but she had no objections about the feel of Goten's tongue playing with hers once more.
Perfectly toned legs enclosed around his waist and Goten keened at the heat of her sex pressed upon his abs. In a fluid motion, he lowered the two of them to the floor, dividing Bulla's legs once again to expose herself to him. This time, Goten gripped his throbbing cock as he nudged towards her center. Situating himself between her thighs, his tip kissed the outer part of her folds, uncovering a sweet mewl from the princess.
Goten was taken back to reality for an instant, seeing the beautiful, naked figure of a woman who had always been like a sister to him. Bulla never looked more exposed than she did right there, and part of Goten knew that for all her bravado, there was a tiny ounce of trepidation. Whether due to who he was to her or his intimidating girth, it paused the half-Saiyan to appreciate the significance of the occasion. He almost pulled back until his counterpart squirmed, aching for his touch.
Here she was, spread so gracefully before him, wanting and waiting for something to fill her.
Someone to complete her.
"B-Chan," he whispered so saccharinely she felt her tooth ache. For a moment, the beast lay dormant within, and the sweet human side of Goten was all the bluette could see. Bulla's hands pressed against him, her nose nearly touching his.
"I want you," Bulla reassured him, yearningly. Her pussy seeped in anticipation around the swollen head of his cock, knowing that in an instant they would both be getting what they craved. Goten gradually rubbed his tip up and down her weeping folds, until he found that sweet spot of least resistance.
His forehead pressed up against hers, heavy eyes half closed, but ever focused on the heiress. An ephemeral cry of pain wailed out into the void as Goten entered her slowly, the princess not used to his daunting size. The elder halfling hesitated for a split second, looking directly into Bulla's sky-blue orbs for permission to resume. Though the sting was subsiding, she emanated a brief groan. Nevertheless, she nodded, wanting Goten to continue what they started. What she always wanted.
Goten kissed her hard on the mouth, as if to absorb some of her pain, as he resumed pressing into her. While adjusting to his size, Bulla wrapped her arms around the older man's head, bringing him as close as possible to her. He happily obliged, filling her completely with one solid thrust.
Soon enough, winces of pain became shudders of pleasure, her tightness coiling around the other half-Saiyan in a clench that was almost deadly. Goten's member ached inside her vice grip but took this as a sign that she was ready for more.
Tasting one another on their tongues, both Goten and Bulla bucked against the other in a rhythm that felt familiar and new all at the same time.
He felt so good inside her. So right.
While Goten's pace was considerably intense compared to any mere human, Bulla couldn't help but want to feel so much more of him. Her hips undulated under him, speaking in a language only bodies could understand. Though he augmented the tempo to a livelier velocity, the heat pooling in Bulla's pleasure point screamed out for more.
"Harder," she beseeched as Goten thrusted into her warm center.
"Harder?" he recited back, ever so slightly increasing his force.
A guttural moan escaped her lips. "Goten, please," the princess pleaded, her nails digging into his back, unleashing a hiss of his own. Her eyes locked on his dark orbs that were glossed over with desire. Flushed and panting, Bulla's mouth pouted, appearing as if she could cry.
"Harder," she repeated, not breaking eye contact.
Her expression stalled Goten's movements momentarily, a slight whimper emanating from her maw when he paused. Gazing deep into a pool of cerulean, Goten didn't just see lust there.
He saw longing.
The older half-Saiyan leaned in, his nose brushing against her own. "Would that make you happy?" Goten uttered deliberately, acknowledging Bulla's words from earlier that day.
His slowed down pace was torturing her. She needed all of him, or she was going to combust. Bulla attempted to respond but another moan escaped, which Goten caught with his lips and tongue. After their sensuous dance of appendages, the younger hybrid grabbed both of her sparring partner's cheeks and stared intently. That same look of longing never left.
"You make me happy," she confessed to him, bringing her lips to his once more. As Bulla pulled away, she kept her forehead on his. "You always have," the heiress admitted freely.
Goten's heart fluttered at the earnestness of her words. Wedged deep inside her, he had never felt as connected with the beautiful woman before him as he did in that moment. Physically and emotionally.
"Bulla," the older demi-Saiyan whispered.
"I need you," Bulla entreated, never quite so vulnerable in front of any man before. "Please Goten, all of you," she continued, one of the rare times the princess actually begged someone for something.
Goten felt that very need as she clenched around him, urging for a quickened pace, causing a sharp breath to unleash from his mouth.
"Fuck," he muttered, cavalier in his word choice. His instincts took over as he pushed deeper, pulling Bulla's lithe legs over his shoulders for maximum penetration. The heiress' head threw rearward in utter ecstasy at the change in position. Feeling him fill her to brim with himself, she had no control over the moans that escaped her lips.
"Goten," she whimpered breathily.
"Is this what you had in mind, Princess?" he asked, transfixed on her luminous eyes.
"Oh!" Bulla gasped, her core wetting further from his words. "Yes. Say that again."
Seeing her unhinged ran Goten mad with desire. "What?" he said brandishing a cocky grin while his thick member plunged to the hilt. "Princess?"
Her dampness dribbled out uncontrollably in between thrusts. "Kami, yes!" she cried out. Goten always called her that but somehow, as he filled her so fully, the title drove her dizzy. Their erratic pace increased threefold, her bountiful breasts swaying uncontrollably as Goten hit her little spot of pleasure. She was a river of lubricity for him, and he wanted to swim in her forever. His mouth watered at the sight, and he wasn't yet done driving her wild with his words of praise. The smirk on his face grew more devious by the second.
Goten lowered his lips to her ear, hot breath tickling Bulla in the best way possible. If she wanted more, she'd get everything he had.
"You're such a good girl, Princess—" he rolled against her with urgency as his tone took an indelicate turn.
Thrust!
"You take my cock so fucking well—"
Slap!
"Like you were born for it—"
Smack!
"Fuck, Goten!" Bulla cried at his continued dirty talk and ministrations. She could scarcely believe the self-controlled Saiyan man who protested so greatly beforehand was supplementing such pleasure. The younger hybrid knew he was a seasoned lover, but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer thrill of him.
Without warning, Goten flipped the heiress on her stomach and showed no signs of slowing his pace. The sensation of her hair being pulled arched her neck upwards as the rest of her body was firmly planted against the floor. Bulla groaned at the display of dominance; Goten's muscular frame leaving no room for her to raise anything but her head. He continued to slam into her from behind, Bulla's eyes rolled back — unable to think of anything else but him inside her. She shuddered with pleasure as his hot breath continued to tickle her neck. Goten couldn't have been buried deeper in her at that moment even if he tried. Bulla heard his hefty panting, his head level right next to hers.
"You didn't think I wanted you too, B?" he murmured in her ear, tightening his grip on her ponytail, his earlier fantasy come to life. Goten juddered against the woman writhing beneath him. His free hand cupped her breast, gently tugging on a distended nipple while she squirmed. As the sound of their skin smacking together grew louder, he emitted another primal rumble.
"Didn't know that I always wondered what it would feel like to be inside you?" Goten nibbled the nape of her neck as she cried out his name. Bulla's stomach coiled envisioning the older man being utterly consumed by the very thought of her. She felt so wanted.
"To have your tight pussy milking my cock so sweetly?"
She was going to die. "Goten!" Bulla moaned defenselessly.
"So fucking wet for me B-Chan," he praised her as he continued to rail her from behind, "be a good girl and come again."
Her unearthly groaning only served to have Goten probe into the bluette at an even faster rate. Once his cock kissed up against her cervix in an almost painful thrust, Bulla didn't stand a chance.
The heiress collapsed to the floor, a sweet cry of release accompanying her. As she jolted, she felt her pleasure exploding all over Goten's hardened member. Her face cooled against the tile still feeling the filling sensation of her pussy being pumped into like there was no tomorrow. It was almost numbing.
Goten removed his hand from her ponytail in order to cup her chin. Dazed and love drunk, Bulla's blank stare into Goten's orbs indicated she was spent. But the older Saiyan had other plans…
"Come for me again, B-Chan—" Goten didn't ask, he demanded. The older half-Saiyan continued rutting into her while his other hand rubbed her clit with enthusiasm. "We're not done yet."
"Fuck," Bulla uttered helplessly, "Goten I—"
"That's an order, Princess. I want to come with you."
This authoritarian side of Goten she found to be stimulating, still in awe that this was the same goofy man who had captured her heart so long ago. The thought of him filling her at that moment with everything he had gave her just enough energy to try and accommodate his command.
"Kami," she wept in complete rapture. He kissed her neck, working upwards to her mouth once again, relishing her palate. Bulla whimpered against Goten's lips, the stretching of her insides pushing her mouth even closer towards him.
"Come with me," Goten urged her, far gentler than before.
Bulla nodded against his forehead; she could feel his own irregular breaths against her indicating he was close. "Goten," she said sweetly as he kissed her lips.
"With me…" his eyes never leaving hers.
"With you…"
Goten grunted; his eyes shut as he knew he was at his limit. Bulla pressed her forehead harder against him while they panted and moan in unison, feeling the scorching heat of an orgasm wash over them.
As they cried the other's name out during their peak, both demi-Saiyans collapsed into each other on the training room floor, panting from exhaustion but satiated, nonetheless. Goten remained sheathed inside the princess, not wanting to leave her grip just yet. While Bulla fruitlessly attempted to catch her breath, Goten's lips were on hers once again to take that very breath away. Planting smaller kisses near the side of her mouth and jawline, the older hybrid buried his nose into the heiress' cheek.
"Well fuck me," Goten sang in disbelief, a signature Son grin spreading on his face.
In tandem, Bulla's visage summoned her father's smirk to appear. "Already did that," she purred, rising her head towards his for another deep kiss.
Goten kissed back fiercely, his own smile turning into a delicious leer. "I'll say," he whispered, a devilish gleam in his eye. The dark-haired halfling slowly began to remove himself from her clenching grip, provoking the princess to whimper in protest. A prideful humph uttered, her devastated reaction to the divorcing of their bodies. To make up for it, he caught her lips once again as he rolled off to her side. Goten pulled the beautiful woman in close, breathing her in.
"I think you've ruined every other woman for me, B."
"That was the idea."
Her same look of longing returned, those mysteriously magnificent eyes casting their spell over Son Goten once more. He marveled at Bulla's nerve, admiring her ability to be so audacious even as she was spent to her limit. Simultaneously, she was the vixen that coaxed him to capitulate to her, giving in to his primal urges, yet she could also be the coy young woman who, every so often, paused in his presence. Her dichotomy was the perfect mix of sweet and sinful and the older man couldn't believe how lucky he was to be with her here. Goten wrapped his arms tighter around the princess' tiny frame.
"You've really wanted me that long, huh?" the older demi-Saiyan teased.
Bulla blushed; vulnerability was never her forte. "Wasn't it obvious?" she questioned.
"Not always," Goten admitted, "sometimes when you were younger, I thought you had a little crush, but I doubted you ever wanted to be with an old man like me."
"Good thing for you I like older men," she crooned, leaning into his chest. "Older men know what they're doing," Bulla glanced upwards with a knowing look. Her words gave Goten hope as his signature grin reappeared.
"So, this wasn't a one-time thing, right?" he wished, stroking her cheek.
"Absolutely not," Bulla insisted, "I've been waiting years for you, Son Ten. You're not going anywhere."
Goten kissed the bluette as a small laugh tumbled from his mouth to hers. "Funny," he stated, "there's nowhere else I'd rather be."
His musings made her heart soar. The school-age crush Bulla had on the man was now replaced by something much deeper and tangible. How desperately she used to long for him, and now, he was hers to keep. Bulla never guessed that she would be here in his strong arms, simply dizzying him with her womanhood. It was a peace she always prayed for, though never knew just how fulfilling it could be. She was determined to keep him by her side permanently.
"Make this a weekly routine, like you and my brother?" she suggested slyly.
A hearty chortle rumbled out of him. "Not quite like your brother and me," Goten admitted, "nothing against Trunks, but you're more my type, B-Chan."
"You know what I mean," she hit him playfully. Gripping his chin, the heiress stared down her reward. "The two of you can still have your little sparring fun, but afterwards, I get you all to myself," Bulla declared boldly, slipping her tongue into his eager mouth. Goten wasn't about to refuse the princess, but he did have some logistical concerns.
"I think your brother and your dad may notice me week after week, disappearing with you to do Kami knows what," the older man said with practical pointedness.
Her eyes sparkled. "I have an idea of what," she said cheekily, biting his earlobe, "but like I mentioned before, this room has an energy blocker to the outside. Even your father wouldn't be able to sense ki in here."
Though he hated to keep secrets, especially from his best friend and that said friend's murderous father, the thrill of more hush-hush rendezvouses with the princess was enough to get his blood pumping once more. Around her, it wasn't difficult to get turned on, but as he felt her lips on his ear, he was a goner.
"Mmm," he moaned gently against her, "now there's an interesting arrangement."
Bulla squirmed in delight as his tongue licked the nape of her neck. "Good," she breathed, her nipples hardening as he made his way lower, "we can start next week."
She felt him smirk against her skin. "Or now," he suggested fiendishly. His nimble fingers tickling her sides, causing the younger hybrid's head to throw back in utter rapture. Her strained voice moaned with pleasure at his proposal.
"Or now," Bulla repeated, eyes glossed over.
Goten briefly brought his mouth back to hers for another deep kiss before resuming his journey down south. His companion enjoyed where this was heading.
"Glad you no longer see me as off limits," the heiress cooed, biting her lip amidst his trail of kisses.
He parted her legs to gape at Bulla's still glistening sex, the scent of her overwhelming him. Goten's steeled gaze peeked up to see the reddened princess almost drooling at the prospect of reliving his experienced touch. His hot breath was enough to make her drip with need once more. As he hovered over her center, those dark eyes locked with her own, and Goten simpered with glee.
"It was only a matter of time," he confessed to her surprise. The elder hybrid licked his lips in anticipation, the leer on his face looking absolutely unhinged. "As much as I've tried to avoid colliding with you Bulla, you crashed into me like a tidal wave."
A shiver of pleasure washed over her at the aquatic imagery, the dam about to let loose on her newfound lover.
"Goten," she murmured with need.
Still locked on her, his mouth felt even closer to her core than before. He couldn't help but tease the younger demi-Saiyan, remembering fondly how she had pleaded for him earlier. "I knew once I tasted you Princess, there would be no going back," he admitted. Bulla looked as if she was almost in pain waiting for him to stop his stalling.
"Goten!" the heiress begged for the second time that day, prompting a victorious smirk from her sparring partner. A single digit rubbed along Bulla's tender flesh, her essence yet glimmering. As she cooed at the contact, the elder hybrid put the dampened finger in his mouth to savor her flavor again. Her limbs tightened their grip in his hair while she arched back to try and meet his mouth in vain. "Please," Bulla requested so sweetly.
She had been untouchable before, yes, but now here she was—coming undone at just the thought of his touch.
A spark of sin flashed in his eyes.
"Now that I've sampled the forbidden fruit," finally licking her slit once more as she moaned, "you're the only thing I want to ever eat again."