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Vegeta collapsed next to the Woman, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. They’d recently fallen into bed together. Over and over. Tonight marked the 14th straight day of their coupling, and neither showed any sign of slowing or losing interest. It bothered him how much it didn’t bother him. He shook his head and grunted as he moved to rise from the bed when a slender hand on his arm stilled him.
“You could stay here. In my bed. We could….talk. Maybe get to know each other.”
“I know you quite well, Earthling.” He smirked at her, running his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips.
“I meant beyond what I like during sex, you jerk!” she snapped. “Ugh. Forget it,” With a huff, she flopped onto the mattress and turned her back to him.
He didn’t know why he reached out, gliding his hand down the contours of her body, but he did. He didn’t know why he found himself sliding under the sheets and pressing her naked form to his own, but he did. And he certainly didn’t know why he asked her what she wanted to know, but he did.
Bulma curled and twisted in his arms, her blue eyes searching his black ones. Then with a saucy smile, she said, “Tell me about your first time.”
Vegeta stiffened and scowled. “Vulgar Woman! I agree to stay with you and learn more about you, and this is how you wish to begin?”
She kissed the tip of his nose and giggled. “Yes.” As she brushed her fingers through his hair, he instinctively shivered. She gave him a coy whisper, “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours, Badman.”
“Fine….. but you go first, and if it’s about the weakling skip it.”
“It actually isn’t about Yamcha.”
“Ah…I assumed…”
“I mean, yes, eventually I slept with him, but I don’t consider him my first or even my second.”
Vegeta raised a single dark brow at her admission. “Very well go on. Tell me. I admit I’m curious now.” He pulled her soft body against his firm one, “But you better make it worth my time.”
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“She’s depressed, Yamcha! Tien totally blew her off and left her behind at Roshi’s.”
“And how is that our problem?”
“You are such a jerk. Launch is our friend right? So we should cheer her up.”
“And you think taking her camping will do that? You think she wants to be the third wheel with the two of us?”
“Who says she would be the third wheel,” Bulma muttered to herself.
“What was that, babe?”
“She’s coming. That’s final.”
Yamcha sighed, and Bulma knew the conversation was over. With a triumphant grin, she picked up the phone. “L? It’s B. Are you free this weekend?”
--
“Wait...L?” Vegeta asked.
“Launch.”
He snorted, “That quiet woman with the dark blue hair? I thought she and the triclo...oof, Woman, don’t knee me there! I thought she and Tien were, what’s the ridiculous word you humans use, dating?”
Bulma rolled her eyes and held her finger up to his lips. “Tien and Launch used to date, but they broke up. It happens a lot with them. Now, stop interrupting.”
--
Bulma lay in bed that night, picturing Launch and Yamcha. She imagined Launch’s full breasts bouncing up and down as she rode Yamcha’s cock. Yamcha’s hands tracing Launch’s curves. As she daydreamed, Bulma let her hands roam her body, teasing her lips, her nipples, her clit.
Then the fantasy changed and Yamcha was gone, and it was her hands sliding over Launch’s supple skin. Launch’s full lips, butterflying against her own as she buried her thin fingers in Bulma’s locks.
--
Vegeta laughed, “You cut the weakling out of your fantasy. I quite like this story. Please continue.”
“Are you going to let me tell the story, or are you going to keep stopping me?” Bulma asked, her blue eyes narrowing into a glare.
“Yes, yes. My apologies, Woman. Go on.”
--
A few days later, just as expected, Yamcha came to her with all the reasons he couldn’t go camping.
“Look, I can’t pass up this opportunity!” Yamcha whined.
Bulma glowered at him. “If you go, we are over!”
“You don’t mean that. I have to train; you know that babe.”
“I mean it, Yamcha; if you flake on me, we are done.”
He shrugged and didn’t reply. Typical. He was bailing. Running off to join Tien and the others. Leaving her behind. Well, that was fine with her. Let him go. She didn’t need him. And this wasn’t going to change her plans. She was going camping.
And Launch was coming with her.
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“B, are you sure you still want to do this?” Launch asked.
“Yes! I am so over being left behind all the time. Tien, Yamcha, Goku, even Krillin...they all think they can just go off and you and I will be here waiting for them. I’m done. It’s time we had an adventure of our own.”
“So just the two of us?”
“Just the two of us.” Without thinking, Bulma reached out and pushed a stray strand of navy hair from Launch’s eyes. She let her touch linger longer than necessary, skimming her fingers down Launch’s cheek.
“B?”
“Sorry...I…” Bulma blushed and dropped her hand.
Launch’s large eyes blinked once, then twice, and she smiled at Bulma. “No, it’s...it was nice.”
Bulma took Launch’s hand and tugged her towards the waiting aircraft. “Let’s go!”
An hour later, they were settling into their campsite. The pair worked together, setting up the oversized tent, building a fire. As the sun began to set, they sat side by side on a blanket near the crackling flames. Despite the glow and warmth of the fire, the crisp autumn air made Bulma shake, and she couldn’t help but scoot closer to Launch. Before she realized what she was doing, Bulma found herself leaning against her friend’s shoulder.
Launch’s hand swept up her leg and she whispered, “Thank you so much for doing this. I needed something to take my mind off things.” A stray lock from Bulma’s aqua mane tickled Launch’s nose, and suddenly her sweet navy-haired friend was gone—replaced with her brash, blonde one.
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“I swear, Woman, I won’t interrupt again, but you said blonde hair.”
“Ummm, yeah, Launch has this condition; it’s kind of like turning Super Saiyan.”
“Tch. Don’t make light of my destiny.” His voice was rougher than he intended, and he took a deep breath when she nuzzled her nose into his neck and kissed his pulse point sweetly. Instantly he calmed. Damn Woman and her strange power over him. His voice quieter now, he nudged her head with his chin. “That’s absurd. Her power level is lower than yours.”
“First of all, rude. Second of all, I wasn’t mocking your destiny. You will get there, Vegeta; I have no doubt. Third, you’ve never met blonde Launch. You’d like her. Now. Stop. Interrupting. Me.” She peppered her words with kisses.
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“What the fuck, B. Where are we?”
“We are camping. You and I. Your other...you agreed to it, but if you want to go back to Kame house, I understand.” A rush of disappointment flooded through her body. She was happy to see blonde Launch; it wasn’t that. She just...she wanted her to stay.
“No way. I am in. You and me alone in the woods, sharing a tent, a blanket.” Launch pulled Bulma into her arms, enveloping her in a hug, and ran her fingers through Bulma’s tresses. “I know my other personality is shy, but I’m not, and B, I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
Bulma’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe the words she was hearing. Launch wanted her. “I want you too, Launch. I’ve been having dreams about you for a while. What it might be like...to be with you.”
A wicked grin lit Launch’s face. “We are about to get real cozy.” With that, she lifted Bulma’s face to her own and lightly pressed her lips against Bulma’s. The kiss was softer than anything Bulma had ever experienced. Not that she’d had a lot to compare it to, but Yamcha was always rough, hurried. In contrast, Launch was tender, languid, and exhilarating.
Bulma parted her lips, opening her mouth to Launch’s teasing tongue. A rush of desire coursed through Bulma’s veins, and she found her hands tangling in Launch’s hair, trailing down her slender back, tracing her sensuous curves.
Launch moaned against Bulma’s mouth and deepened their kiss. Eventually, Launch broke away and stared into Bulma’s eyes. “Bulma, do you want this? Really? Because I do. At least for tonight.”
Wordlessly Bulma nodded, snaring Launch in another toe-curling kiss. They stood, then walked hand in hand to the tent. Bulma lay on the air mattress and looked up at Launch. “I’ve never…”
“You and Yamcha?”
“We’ve kissed, second base I guess you could say. I’ve gotten myself off, and I’ve sucked his dick, he likes that, but um...he’s never….” her words tapered off, and a blush crept over her cheeks.
--
“Woman, are you saying the weakling took pleasure from you without returning it?”
“Umm, yeah. Like I said, eventually, things progressed between us, but…”
“Tch. I knew he was useless, but I had no idea it was this bad. Luckily you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I will always please you.” Vegeta’s mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. Words spilled from his lips, making promises that sounded suspiciously like an offering of a future with her. And yet...he didn’t mind nearly as much as he should.
His fingers inched along her ribcage, moving closer to her chest, and he grew hard against her thigh. Damn Woman and her vulgar tale.
“Vegeta, do you want me to finish the story?”
“Yes, don’t mind me. You talk. I’m listening.” He murmured the words against her sternum.
Bulma took a steadying breath. “As I was saying…”
--
“I will be gentle with you, B. I promise. And if at any time you want me to stop, just say so.”
“Y...yes I understand.” Bulma’s heart thudded in her chest, and her core throbbed with need.
Launch slipped her fingers under the hem of Bulma’s top, slowly prying it up and over her head, then those same graceful fingers were tugging at the waistband of her shorts, and before she knew it, Bulma was clad in only her bra and panties.
“You are beautiful, Bulma. You know that, though, don’t you? It’s one of the things I like about you. How confident you are.” Launch lowered her mouth to Bulma’s trembling stomach and placed a single butterfly light kiss above her navel. Then she removed her own clothes; a sultry strip show that only fanned Bulma’s desire. Bulma let her eyes drift over Launch’s figure, taking in her strong arms, full hips, the graceful curve of her neck.
Launch winked at her, “Let me see the rest of you, B. All of you.”
Bulma bit her lip and with a deep breath, reached behind her, unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts to Launch’s hungry eyes. Then she hooked her fingers in the seams of her lacy panties and pulled them down. When the delicate garment hit her knees, Launch took over, gliding the silky material against Bulma’s calves and ankles.
A smooth hand traveled up the length of her leg, settling on Bulma’s hip. Launch’s other hand cradled Bulma’s cheek. Bulma turned her face into Launch’s palm and placed a kiss there. “Are you ready?”
“Yes. Tell me what to do,” Bulma answered, her nerves and lust flaring and fighting inside her.
“Let me show you.” Launch’s fingers roamed Bulma’s body, inching closer to her chest. Her lips brushed against Bulma’s jaw, down her neck, also inching closer to her chest. “And remember, if you want me to stop…”
“No, please don’t stop.”
Launch smiled against the swell of Bulma’s breast, then, there was a new rush of delight. Launch’s hot, wet mouth locked onto Bulma’s nipple while her hand mirrored what her tongue and teeth did on the other. Bulma arched into her lover’s mouth, desperate to prolong this incredible sensation. She caught whiffs of Launch’s sweet shampoo and found her hands exploring the narrow dip of Launch’s lower back.
Then Launch lowered herself, and Bulma almost cried out at the loss of her friend’s mouth on her chest. But...but then….Launch kissed a searing path down her body until she was at eye level with Bulma’s sex. Her full lips twisted into a smirk and her green eyes filled with lust. Launch darted her pink tongue out and slowly licked Bulma, teasing her folds.
“Ahahh, L...Launch!” Bulma cried out, sitting up against her own will.
Launch lifted her head, “You’re okay, B. Lay back. Let me take care of you. I know it can be intense. Tell me what feels good, what doesn’t.”
Bulma swallowed and giggled. “Launch, do you have any idea how amazing that feels?”
“Hell yeah I do. Now, relax. I’ve got you.”
Bulma sagged back to the mattress, squirming as Launch panted against her slit, the hot breath on her clit making her shiver. Then a thin finger inched inside Bulma. It was a strange, wonderful experience, and as Bulma adjusted to the sensation, Launch added a second digit, curling them inside her. An intense prickling built in the pit of Bulma’s stomach, coiling and stretching, spreading through her body, making her limbs tingle and her back curve.
“Don’t fight it, B. Let it happen,” Launch murmured against her clit, her tongue making small figure-eight patterns against the sensitive bud.
And as if beholden to Launch’s words, Bulma’s orgasm roared through her body. It was nothing like the releases she’d given herself over the years; no, this climax was earth-shattering. Bulma rode out the cresting waves of euphoria. And Launch was still going.
Bulma whimpered, her walls pulsing and quivering around Launch’s fingers and tongue. “N...no more Launch,” she panted.
Launch kissed her way up Bulma’s body until she reached her mouth. Without hesitation, she snuck her tongue between her lips. Bulma gasped at the taste of herself. She was delicious.
“Can...can I do that to you?” Bulma asked, her eyes meeting her friend’s green ones.
“Only if you want to B.”
“I do. Tell me what to do.”
Launch rolled them and kissed Bulma again, drawing their bodies together in a tight embrace. “Start with what I did, then go with what feels right. I will tell you if I don’t like it. Trust me.”
Bulma bit her lip and nodded, placing featherlight kisses against Launch’s sweet, subtly perfumed skin. She trailed her mouth down Launch’s neck, pausing to graze her teeth against Launch’s collarbone. Bulma was rewarded by Launch’s needy whimper and the thrill of her friend’s body writhing beneath her.
She kept kissing, stopping once she’d kissed her way to Launch’s full chest. With a tentative pause, Bulma snaked out her tongue, licking Launch’s nipple. She found herself riveted with the way the tiny button immediately hardened from the mixture of the cool autumn air seeping into the tent and the heat from her mouth. Emboldened by the way Launch’s body responded to her ministrations, Bulma opened her mouth wider, suckling at her lover’s chest, nuzzling her face in the silky crevice of her cleavage.
Again mirroring what Launch had done to her, Bulma kissed lower, nipping Launch’s hipbones and dipping her tongue into her navel.
“Bulma, that tickles,” Launch giggled.
“Sorry, your belly button is just so cute; I couldn’t resist.”
Lower, lower Bulma moved until she was face to face with her friend’s neat thatch of blonde curls. Thinking of what Launch told her, she skipped over her core and instead opted to kiss the satiny inside of Launch’s thighs, french kissing the delicate skin there. A heady mewl filled the air, and Bulma knew she was doing something right.
“Please, B. I need more.”
“Tell me.”
“Slip one of your fingers in me, slowly.”
Doing as Launch directed, Bulma dipped her index finger inside the velvet walls of her best friend’s warmth. It was so similar and yet so different from touching herself. And she found herself desperate to make Launch come, to give her pleasure.
“Put your mouth on me. Taste me.”
Bulma dropped her mouth to Launch's center, and a sweet spicy flavor burst onto her tongue. It was unique, feminine, distinctly Launch.
--
Bulma’s words faltered and faded into panted moans as Vegeta found himself mirroring the actions of her story, unable to resist the siren call of the Woman’s pulsing pussy. He lapped and laved her clit, her folds, grinning to himself as her thighs clamped around his head.
“Do...don’t you...unphhh...want to hear the end?” she asked as she twisted beneath him, hips arcing towards his mouth.
“You can tell me more tomorrow. But, for now, let me taste you.” He smirked; maybe getting to know the Earthling wasn’t such a bad thing after all.