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Bulma woke up suddenly, covered in a thin layer of sweat and breathing heavily. While asleep, she had been rubbing her thighs together, hand caught between them, and had awoken still pursuing some friction.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she calmed her breath and reached for the drawer to her nightstand.
This has almost become routine to her. For months now, even before her breakup with Yamcha, she would wake up from some very explicit dreams about a certain, infuriating houseguest that she was better off not having such damning dreams about.
And yet, here she was, grabbing her favorite vibrator from her nightstand while thinking about the way that fucking alien smelled every time he finished training, sweaty and musky and masculine. She was thinking about the way his muscles moved as he walked, his snarl when they got into petty arguments, the way his voice sounded as he demanded some crazy repair from her, the way he was strong and dangerous and could destroy her just by moving the wrong way.
She wanted to be held down by him, to be absolutely fucked senseless, to feel his overwhelming strength forcing her into submission to him.
She wanted him to make her dirty, to just be absolutely filthy and lost in passion with him. She wanted him so bad just the thought made her toes curl and wetness to form between her legs.
She moaned as the vibrator worked its magic, delivering the best pleasure she could get while fantasizing about the alien next door. Bulma could almost cry into the feeling the vibrator gave her as she pictured the Saiyan doing ungodly things to her body, so good but not good enough, because it wasn’t him, and he is what her body needed.
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Vegeta woke up with a start. He growled to himself as he realized this had long become routine.
Here he was, the proud Prince of all Saiyans, and he was helpless when awoken in the middle of the night by the smell and the noises of that vulgar woman in the room next door.
He got out of bed, grumbling to himself in his native tongue as he kicked his boxers off to release his growing erection. He made his way to his bathroom, turning the shower on for easy cleanup for what he was about to do. He leaned his forehead against the shower wall once he got in, already fisting his cock while he listened to the ministrations the woman was performing on herself. He listened intently, both thanking and cursing whatever gods above for him having better senses than the humans seemed to realize, otherwise he was sure the woman would never be so bold with herself. He inhaled deeply, taking in the faint scent of the arousal next door. He heard the pace of her moaning increase, and as it did his work on his cock increased as well, biting back his own moans so he could stay tuned in to hers.
He heard her get close to her orgasm, relishing in the ways she seemed to whimper as it approached. Oh gods, how he wanted to be inside her, to be swallowing the moans from her mouth into his as he kissed her, to feel her come undone around his cock while he plowed in and held her down.
He felt his own orgasm approaching, and he focused on her breathing and her smell while he worked on himself, loving the way she sounded so so needy as she moaned to herself.
And then she quietly yelped and whispered a name while she came.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself as he covered himself in his cum, not even noticing the quick work of the shower already rinsing him off. He couldn’t notice anything but the pleasure that just erupted from him, brought about by the most exhilarating thing he’d ever heard.
In between moans and whimpers, as the woman next door came with pleasure, she had whispered, “Vegeta.”
His body felt numb as he realized his secret little guilty pleasure might not have to be secret much longer.
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The next day, Bulma was working in her lab on new bots for Vegeta to use while training. Vegeta kept breaking his current bots, and these new ones would hopefully be sturdier against the prince. She was growing tired of his incessant demands for repairs on the current bots, and hopefully she wouldn’t have to repair these new ones as often.
Her thoughts started to drift to the almost primal look in his eyes when he made demands of her when suddenly, the door to her lab flew open, the wall shaking with the slam of the door against it.
Speak of the devil, she thought to herself as she turned around in her chair to face him.
“Woman!” Vegeta basically yelled, “These bots are useless! It’s only been days since you last repaired them and they’re already broken!”
“And who’s fault is that?” she huffed, “You’re going to have to wait for some new ones. I’m working on a new model and I won’t stop production just to repair the old ones. You’ll have to learn some patience.”
Bulma flipped her hair behind her as she turned back to the new bots she was working on, very much not looking at the shirtless and sweaty Saiyan standing behind her.
Vegeta smirked to himself as he walked up behind the scientist. After what he had heard last night, he knew he could easily get the upper hand over the woman. He caged her in his arms, chest pressed against the back of her chair while each hand rested on the desk on either side of her. He wasn’t touching her, but he was dangerously close and he could smell her arousal starting to rise.
Bulma’s breath hitched, and the disturbingly sexy smell of Vegeta’s sweat and musk filled the air around her, clouding her mind as she tried to work. She continued to try and tinker with the bot in front of her, but her hands started to feel heavy as she felt her body tingle all over, almost to the point of numbness. She felt herself start to shake, heartbeat fluttering and butterflies forming in the pit of her stomach. Kami, she was nervous, and damn it all, she’s getting turned on.
She put down the tools she was using on the bot - no point trying to work on anything when she couldn’t concentrate - and took a centering breath in through her mouth.
“What is it, Vegeta? I’m trying to work here, and this is all for you anyway, so can you just back off?”
“How long before it’s done, woman?” Vegeta whispered in her hear, a bark still noticeable in his tone, “I want bots for my training, and as a prince, I should always get what I want.”
Bulma was certain he didn’t know what he was doing to her. This was clearly some form of intimidation he was using on her, and yes it had her shaking, but not from fear. This feeling he was giving her? This was pure lust and need.
Bulma cleared her throat before speaking again, afraid if she didn’t her voice would sound like a desperate whine.
“Well, your royal highness, I can complete the work for you much faster if you would be so kind as to leave me alone and allow me to work in peace! Now get your sweaty, smelly ass out of my lab!”
Vegeta breathily chuckled, bringing his nose to the crook of her neck, letting some of her hair fall onto his forehead while he lightly sniffed her neck. He brought his lips close to her ear, getting close enough that she could feel the movement of his lips and the touch of his breath without his skin ever actually touching hers.
“It doesn’t seem like my sweaty, smelly ass is actually bothering you, vulgar woman,” he whispered.
And with that, he was gone. Just as abruptly as he had entered the lab, he had left. Bulma was left slightly dizzy, acutely aware of an uncomfortable wetness in her panties, body still feeling heavy and electric.
“What… the ever living fuck… was that?”
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That night, Bulma didn’t even get to sleep before her body was overcome with excruciating need. She had worked late and had taken a much needed shower before bed, and all she wanted was to sleep, but she was just so damned horny.
After mentally debating for a few minutes if she should try and ignore her thoughts about whatever the Saiyan prince was doing in her lab earlier and try to sleep, or if she should just cave in and grab her vibrator, her body seemed to make the decision for her as her hand reached into her nightstand. She rolled onto her back and pulled off her panties, leaving her dressed in just a cami. She used her fingers to play with her clit and get herself nice and wet for when she would press the vibrator down. After a few minutes of picturing the alien prince’s broad shoulders and arms wrapped around her, she turned on the vibrator and went to town on herself, moaning as she rubbed against the toy.
In the next room, Vegeta smirked to himself while he pulled some baggy gray sweatpants on after his post-workout shower. This was earlier than usual, but this was the moment he was waiting all night for.
Knowing her door would most likely be locked, Vegeta hopped out his window and flew over to her adjacent balcony. He opened the large window quietly, leaning against the frame as he watched her pleasuring herself. Her eyes were closed, her skin was flushed, and her moans sounded like sin. He was growing hard in his pants watching her, and he stroked himself through the fabric for a while as he took in the scene before him. He watched as her hips thrust into the vibrator, sweat forming on her skin as her moans were growing louder and her pace quickened, hand pinching her nipples and squeezing her tits through her shirt.
He watched as long as he dared, silently pleasuring and teasing himself as he did. After months of hearing and smelling her through a wall, he knew how to tell when she was close, and when she was getting too close to her orgasm without him, he decided to make his move.
“Not yet,” he commanded.
Bulma froze, eyes opening instantly. She shut off the vibrator and shut her legs quickly as she tilted her head up to look at the man standing in her window.
She was stunned silent, shaking from embarrassment and rage.
Who does he think he is to stand there and watch? And then to tell me what to do? Not yet? What does that even mean, not yet?…Not…yet?
Bulma’s eyes widened as realization hit her. She watched as Vegeta made his way over to the bed, taking his pants off and freeing his - rather large, Bulma noted - cock as he crawled into the bed. He opened Bulma’s legs, hooking her knees over his shoulders as he crawled up and greedily kissed her for the first time.
Vegeta left her lips and removed her cami before making his way down her body, being sure to kiss and bite along her chin, neck, tits, nipples, and stomach on his way down to her already wet and sensitive cunt. He used his fingers to rub lightly around her cunt, never actually touching her lips but always just grazing along the edge. As she started to squirm, he let out a light chuckle and lightly blew on her sensitive area. He watched as she brought one hand to her mouth, as if she were covering her lips to hold back her moans while she looked at him with pleading eyes.
“Beg,” he ordered her, “and I want to hear you.”
“Yes, please Vegeta, please…” she half moaned, but that wasn’t good enough for him.
“Please what?”
“Please take me.”
And that was all the proud prince needed to hear, for in the next second he was licking her clit gently while slowly inserting a finger inside her. He used the flat of his tongue to lap at her clit, going between licking and sucking, while he curved his finger to work inside her. He noted how slick and soft and tight she felt around just the one finger, and he couldn’t wait to fill her with more.
After just a minute, he decided she was wet enough for him to add two more fingers into her while he worked on her clit with his mouth. The fullness and curve of his fingers must’ve been perfect, because before long he started to hear the hurried whimpers that indicated Bulma was close. He savored the way she was clenching around his fingers for just a few seconds before pulling away abruptly, smiling to himself as she whined her disappointment.
“Not yet,” was all he said.
Vegeta looked Bulma in the eyes as he sat back on his knees, licking his fingers clean of her slick while she watched and blushed at him. He smiled predatorily at her as he finished relishing in her flavor, moving her legs to wrap around his waist as her moved back up her body, lining himself up for his next move.
“If you want me to have you, woman, you’re going to have to take it, do you understand? There is no stopping once I start until I am finished, even if you beg,” he said to her authoritatively. Bulma couldn’t speak, she could only whine and nod in agreement. Again, Vegeta chuckled as he bent down and took her mouth in his own before moving the same fingers he used to fuck her into her lips, wordlessly commanding her to suck them and get them wet.
“Such a good girl for me,” he purred, followed by a small, whimpered moan from Bulma.
Oh, this crude and vulgar woman likes praise? I’ll have to remember that, he noted as he pulled his fingers away, using her spit to wet his dick before he entered her.
He entered her slowly, wanted to really savor the feeling of stretching her tight little cunt out. He listened to her whimper, and watched as she closed her eyes and titled her head back as he pressed in further. He paused his movement as he grabbed her cheeks with his hand and pulled her head back down, startling her and causing her to open her eyes.
“Look me in my eyes while I’m fucking you, woman,” he barked.
“Yes, sir,” she moaned back. He grinned, but left his hand there, still holding her face tightly as he finished entering her. When he bottomed out, she let out a breathy gasp that Vegeta could swear he felt throughout his whole spine. He maintained their eye contact while he start pumping into her, making sure to drag his hips up as he reached his hilt at the end of every thrust to stimulate her clit. He fucked her slow and deep at first, but quickly picked up the pace as she moaned helplessly for him. He moved his hand to her neck, slightly choking her, and watched as tears welled up in her eyes and her face flushed but she obeyed him and kept looking into his eyes. He’d decided he’d had enough, and brought their faces together to kiss her lips as he fucked into her, using his tongue to explore her mouth and fucking finally feel her moans with his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close to her as she moved her hips in tandem with his. She was clawing and pulling as his back, desperate for every bit of contact she could get. He felt and heard her moans turn into quick whimpers, and felt her cunt clench around his cock, and so he reluctantly but quickly pulled out of her, depriving her of her orgasm yet again. Her whine, this time, was almost loud and obnoxious about the loss.
He moved his lips to her ear, nipping her lobe playfully before whispering, “Not yet.”
He moved to stand at the edge of the bed, moving her hips to meet his, and wasted no time entering her again. Once he filled her all the way, he used his hands on her hips to guide her as he rut against and inside her. He began to thrust into her again, even harder and deeper at this angle, and he moved one hand so that this thumb played with her clit while he reached with his other to squeeze her tits and play with her nipples. Bulma was moaning and whimpering for him, looking into his eyes while he played with her body. She had both of her hands in a death grip on his arm with his hand on her clit, holding on for dear life as they worked their hips together.
“You’re such a good little slut for me,” he said to her, “you sass and talk a big talk, and yet here I have you moaning and clutching to me. Is this what you think about every night? When you’re playing with your toy, thinking I can’t hear you? Is this what you thought of last night when you said my name as you came?”
Bulma could feel the embarrassment trying to bubble up in her, but she was far too gone to really register it as the realization hit her that he’d been listening to what she does at night. Just the thought of him listening into her masturbation, maybe even getting off on it, was somehow turning her on more, bringing her closer to completion.
“Answer me, woman,” he snapped as he removed the hand from her breast and spanked the side of her ass before replacing it to its former spot.
“Yes,” she could hardly breathe the word out, feeling herself clench as her orgasm again drew near.
“Yes, what?” he growled.
“Ye-yes, sir,” she seemed to whimper out, barely able to hold her climax in much longer, but she felt like she needed permission to finally enjoy her peak.
“Good girl,” Vegeta whispered as his own moan escaped his lips. He was close, but wanted to feel her first before he finished. He was glad he could hear her quickly whimpering, feel her shaking around him, her body all but begging for sweet release.
“Cum for me, Bulma,” he moaned out, still sounding commanding despite the breathiness of his words, “Let me feel you. Cum for me, baby girl.”
And with that, Bulma was taken over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, screaming his name as she released and clenched around the Saiyan’s cock in her. Her vision blurred and she was pretty sure she blacked out for a second with the intensity of her climax, still holding onto his arm and rubbing her hips against him as she road out her high, whimpering out his name over and over again like it was a prayer.
“Fuck,” Vegeta cursed as he released into her, meeting her hips as they both savored the high.
When they had both calmed down, he slowly pulled out of her, noticing her soft whine at the empty feeling. He lightly chuckled as he crawled back in the bed with her, pulling her into his chest as he laid down on the pillows. He hand one arm hooked underneath her, using his hand to softly stroke her side and his other arm laid across his chest, his hand mindlessly running through her hair. After a few minutes of peaceful silence, he used his hand on top to gently grab her chin, lifting her head so he could bring their lips together in a soft, slow, and somehow passionate kiss. When they needed to again catch their breath, he leaned his forehead on hers, allowing them to breathe the same air.
“You are mine,” he growled softly to her before pecking her lips again and laying both their heads back down.
He had all but drifted off to sleep when Bulma’s mind finally came to after the experience.
“What… the ever living fuck… was that?” she whispered while laughing a bit, nestling her head into his chest. He chuckled a bit before kissing the top of her head and pulling her even closer before he whispered his reply.
“Me finally deciding to do something about your damned nightly teasing, vulgar woman.”
And with that, they went to sleep.