Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Royal Request ❯ Royal Request ( One-Shot )

Royal Request
By Trynia Merin
Pairing: Vegeta and Bulma
Category: One Shot/Continuation
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z, including Vegeta and Bulma belong to Toriyama and Funimation/Toei Animation Company. I don't own this, but this plot and story are my work of fan fiction. I don't get paid for this so don't sue me please!!
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"I require something, woman," said his drop dead sexy voice from behind her.
"Yikes!" she squealed, leaping nearly a foot in the air with an ear piercing scream. She whirled around and almost fell if not for the arms that caught her against him.
"Must you make that infernal noise?" he groaned, wincing. "Great Galaxy if I knew it would provoke THIS unpleasant response…"
"What… did you want… you royal pain in my ass… you scared the KUSO out of me!" she yelped, heart pounding.
"It's so fun to scare you… minus the disagreeable noise you make," he teased, curling his arms around her hips from behind. Hard armor pressed to her back, while his white-gloved hands slid over her front. Momentarily they dipped south of what was considered decent, making her yelp and weak in the knees.
"I…. Have a great deal of work to do…" she yelped, feeling his hot breath fanning her ear. Why was he suddenly acting so familiar with her, instead of berating her?
"And I've got training, so what the hell else is new?" he laughed in her ear.
"What brought… about this change… of heart… the last time I wanted to do something you told me to leave you alone!" she sulked, trying to pry his gloved hands off her to no avail.
"Because I didn't want to at the time, and now I do," he purred. "You are a persistent woman, and I merely wanted to see WHY you were hanging all over me. Now I'm giving you a dose of the same… and you seem quite perturbed I'm interrupting YOU."
"Son of a bitch spoiled brat!” she stammered.
"Not so agreeable when you're the one receiving the interruption," Vegeta laughed, nipping the sensitive shell of her ear.
"OWWW!" she screamed. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Making a pest of myself like you do when I'm training and like YOU did to me the other night, what do you think?" he snickered. All of a sudden he released her, turning her around. Her fist flashed out, cracking into his jaw.
"Ouch!" Bulma screamed, holding her fist.
"That hurt you more than me," he teased, then saw the pain and rage on her face.
"You… you! OOH!” she stammered.
"You ningen are too fragile," Vegeta mumbled, grabbing her fist and holding it as he pinned her between his body and the counter.
"Let me go you big ape! Haven't you done enough?"
"I wasn't the idiot who tried hitting the Prince of all Saiyans. Don't you know my bone structures ten times as dense?" he asked, squeezing her fist.
"Ouch, it's broken," she sniffled.
"No it's not," Vegeta said. "Now shut up and let me concentrate… calcium phosphate bone regeneration… if I give it a jump start…"
"It HURTS!"
"Nonsense, you go through much more pain when you have your body hair removed with hot wax… shhh…" he snapped, surrounding her fist with both gloved hands.

Bulma saw his hair crackling with ki, which surged over the gloved hands and seeped into her skin. Blue radiance crackled and permeated to her very bones. Tingles of that blue fire shot all over her, and she felt her entire body vibrating at the same frequency as the Prince's. He let go of her hand, and stepped back. She slowly opened and closed her fingers, feeling only a dull ache in its place. "Kuso… how did you… your ki?"
"Boosted your weak body repair systems…" Vegeta smirked. "Now…"
"Ohhh you are driving me NUTS! You are so DEAD!" Bulma squealed, and he laughed as he hyper speed zipped out of the way.
"Too slow," he smirked. However Bulma threw herself on him in a flying tackle. Vegeta had deliberately allowed her to do so, thinking it amusing to see how far she'd go before she regained her senses about who she was physically assaulting.
"You're SO gonna get it, Mister Princely pants!" she yelped, knocking him over. Laughing maniacally he crashed under her slight weight, and then began to fiercely tickle her ribs.
"No… no stop!" she shrieked.
"Say it… say that I told you so! You hate being interrupted as much as I!" he laughed.
"I won't you baka!" she hiccupped, tears pouring down her cheeks as she squealed in laughter. "Not the tail… no FAIR!"
"Say it, minx… I'm your lord and master… and I gladly obey, because if I don't, I get punished…" he cackled gleefully, but she knew he would never hurt her. Rolling her over he pinned her under his heavy body, and then sat on her hips with a satisfied grunt.
"Get OFF me you big lunk head you're squishing me!" she yelled.
"Such a fragile thing I could crush in my hands and yet…" he trailed off, bringing his nose close to bury in her neck. A deep growl rumbled in his throat, straddling her and pinning her wrists in his gloved hands on either side of her face.
"Don't… hurt me…" she shivered. "You've… proved your point… get off me… please!”
"No I don't wish to, I'm quite comfortable. And you shouldn't bitch and whine considering this isn't the FIRST time I was THIS close to you. Minus the intoxication. Now you and I are clean and sober, so you can feel EVERY nuance.” he murmured, stretching out on top of her, pinning her between his armored body and the floor.
"Kami… don't… please don't!" she stammered, waiting for him to rip her clothes off.
"Don't what? Your body feels quite… adequate from this position… I had not anticipated. Too bad I was drunk off my ass the last time,” he murmured into her neck. Yet all Vegeta did was lay on top of her, inhaling her scent as he shifted his position to cover her body with his armored one. His greater body warmth seeped into hers as his chest pressed into hers, and he shifted with a slow satisfying moan. It was as if he simply was enjoying the proximity of her instead of anything else, and she was shocked not to feel any hardness growing between them.
"Please… Vegeta… I'm serious, you're squashing me… I can't breathe!” she gasped, tears flowing down her cheeks as she feebly pushed him up.
"You're blushing, female. Interesting. Are you scared that I'll kill you? Because it seems to me that's not what's frightening you… but something ELSE? How does it feel to have someone violating your body space without your consent?" he asked, with a slight frown.
"You… you've proved your point… I…" she stammered.
"You're afraid of me, but not for the reason I figured. Strange. Considering that we all but woke up together at that excuse of an orgy your weakling ex paramour held,” he murmured in her ear as he lifted himself off her and took a position to straddle her hips with the majority of his weight off her. His eyes widened in curiosity observing her face flushed bright pink with her blood.
"I… I can't move!” she whispered. His dark eyes held more of a questioning look rather than a superior one. Dark eyebrows knitted into confusion, and then he brought his nose close to her neck again, while bracing him weight off with his hands on either side of her shoulders.
"You smell far less repulsive without that nasty artificial substance you use to cleanse your body," he murmured into her neck. Grunting, he rolled off her and sat to the side.
"Vegeta… what the HELL was that all about?” she stammered.
"I will not hurt you, female," he grumbled, sitting on the floor in a half lotus position. "I was merely trying to make a point to you about how such behavior pisses me off. Whenever you interrupted my training in this manner. Or when you insisted on dragging me to get drunk off my ass with that idiot Yamcha. I hope you have learned your lesson that it's dangerous to tempt fate. And that you can't always hide your true desire behind intoxicants!”
"Okay, you've proved your point that I don't like people in my face… but WHY?” she stammered.
"You always do that to me. I had thought your intention was to torture me and demean me that night, but it seems your motive was far different than I anticipated," he said, glancing away. "Why are you blushing?"
"Because I thought you were going to… well you know, take me?”
"Violate you?" Vegeta asked. "Of course not. Why would I do something THAT disgusting to a low class female such as you? Using rape as a weapon is dishonorable. Perhaps Nappa resorted to that, but to insert myself into a female in such a disgusting manner is repulsive!"
"Thank Kami," she gasped.
"You seem relieved. Why?" he asked. “You know that nothing happened between us like you had anticipated that night when both of us were flooded with ethanol.”
"Because it scares the living daylights out of every earth woman to be… violated like that…" she blushed.
"Why did you let yourself get drunk and throw yourself at me? Why is what I'm doing to you now any different? Does alcohol somehow make such behavior socially acceptable? Why do you get in my face then?" asked Vegeta. "And why do you touch me in the manner you do? Now that you're sober enough for me to get a coherent answer?"
"I guess you're not the touchy feely type huh? You've never been hugged, or kissed or… well you only let me THIS close when you were bombed!”
"You mean like Kakkarot does? I know that many species use body touches for familiarity. But Royals do not… unless it is bidden. Unless we are taking our pleasure with whores, or courtesans.”
"Is THAT why you wear gloves?" Bulma asked, looking at him. "You don't want to soil your royal hands with touching those lesser than you."
"You comprehend well, female," Vegeta looked at her with odd fascination.
"No wonder you're such a bad assed bad tempered bakayarou… you don't like people touching you. Were you touched in a way that you were used for sex? Or do you think sex is something that isn't something two people can enjoy? Were you somehow molested?”
"That's none of your affair female," he mumbled. "I am a Prince. I don't like others taking control of my destiny. I decide who touches me!"
"You don't like commoners touching you. I get it. But didn't ANYONE ever… well when you were a baby… at least… hold you?"
"No," Vegeta said quietly. "Not for a long time. That is for infants and mates."
"Humans touch one another. To shake hands. Although in some cultures we bow. But in Western society they shake hands. And males don't hug… but they hug their wives and their children. It's not a sign of weakness but of strength. And it doesn't always lead to sex."
"Humph, strange. You weren't repulsed that I was… close to you, why? When you were drunk?" he asked.
"You enjoyed it as much as I did. And I really didn't mind you laying on top of me just now. It was just I usually get drunk when I'm about to do some heavy petting," she flushed bright red, averting her gaze.
"Hmmm," he nodded. "I cannot stand to touch other creatures… but you… I'm not repulsed. Strange. Even when I woke up next to you I had to admit I wasn't as nauseated as I thought I'd be."
"Haven't you ever had a female FLIRT with you?" she asked.
"Flirt?" he asked. "That some sort of whore's come-on?"
"No you bonehead! It's what you do when you get close to a girl, and touch her… like you did. Haven't you ever seen the soap operas?”
"You mean when the male grabs the female and preens her? That's a mating habit," he chortled.
"Well people hug each other for platonic… non-mating… reasons…" she said, choking. Vegeta saw her turning a shade of crimson, which spread all over the surface of her white skin. A slow realization came, and she saw the blush on his olive complexion.
"Is it… a way of transferring ki?" Vegeta asked finally.
"Huh? No… I mean… it's to comfort someone when they're sad. Or make them feel better…"
"Does it work?" he asked.
"Yes! It does. Like when you touched my hand and healed it. But there isn't ki transferred…"
"Whenever physical contact is made, a ki exchange is inevitable," said Vegeta with a snort.
"Okay maybe you're right in that regard. But hugging someone you're friends with… isn't meant to drain energy… it means you care…"
"Caring? Humph. A weakness…"
"Not a weakness, Vegeta. I know you berate Goku for being all… weak… but do you know how he gets his strength?"
"How?" Vegeta asked, grabbing her wrist. "Do you know his secret… you must tell me!"
"Got your attention, didn't I?" Bulma giggled. Vegeta glared at her, growling under his breath as he bared his fangs.
"Don't toy with me female! I must know!"
"Son-kun cares about people. And that gives him his strength. His most powerful move… the Genki Dama… is derived from spiritual energy… willingly given. It was his care and concern for others that made him… strong…" said Bulma.
"That's impossible…"
"Think about it, your Royal Majesty… what he has… that you don't have…" said Bulma. "A bunch of weakling friends and a mate and a child. And you don't. I know you're a smart guy. Surely you must have noticed THAT."
"That's so… bizarre…" Vegeta blinked, shoving himself to his feet. He turned away, knotting his hands into fists at his side. A loud grunting snarl was cut off as his back muscles budged.
"Maybe THAT's… the secret… behind him…"
"I refuse… to accept that… it's… its impossible…" Vegeta snarled.
"Why not?" asked Bulma.
"I…" Vegeta grunted, still facing the wall. Bulma saw the inevitable flush still present as he squeezed his eyes shut and hugged him tightly.
"You're hugging yourself just now. Why do you do that?" she asked.
"What are you yammering about?" he snorted.
"When you cross your arms around your chest… you're touching yourself. IN the same way that someone would when they want comfort… from someone else…" Bulma said, moving around to stand behind him. She slid her arms from behind, and squeezed her front to his back gently.
"Stop that," he growled, back muscles tensing.
"C'mon Vegeta it's not going to kill you. You crushed me under you and you were still alive. In fact you LIKED how my body felt under yours, didn't you…"
"I did… and if you EVER tell anyone…"
"I won't. Because I enjoyed how you felt on top of me…" she giggled in his ear. "You realize how hot you are when you do that… how good that could make someone else feel…"
"Of course. I'm perfect," he snorted.
"I won't disagree with THAT… I mean in terms of the looks department…" she giggled. "But your personality sucks…"
"Baka," he growled. "Yours isn't much better…"
"Oh THANKS!" she snorted, letting go of him.
"Humph," he smirked, and still faced the wall. A small smile crept over his face, and Bulma gasped in surprise at how natural it looked. For a split second it was the closest she had seen him to losing that perpetual pissed off at the world look.
"You look even MORE perfect when you do that…"
"Do what?" he snorted, whirling on her.
"Smile," she said. "It makes you look like the most gorgeous guy in the world…"
"You're hallucinating," he coughed. "As if it's ANY importance to me what you think of me!"
"Whatever Vegeta. Look, you proved your point. You get pissed when I interrupt you, and I'm sorry if I'm being a pain in the ass. I'll leave you alone."
"Took you long enough. But there's something ELSE that's occurred to me… that I require your assistance on…"
"What is that?" she asked.
"Come with me," he said.
"Now wait a minute Vegeta, I seriously AM busy…"
"Doing your old man's work for you?" he snorted.
"Oh hell no, don't you DARE use my family to piss me off," she growled before he gave her ear a sharp nip.
"Shut up woman. You say that Kakkarot's stronger because of certain… differences? Well, something occurred to me… just now…" Vegeta said. "And I need your help!"
"You need MY help? That's a laugh," she snorted. "But if it will keep you from blowing up the GR room…"
"Nothing as foolish as that. I'm far past the days of overloading that inadequate Capsule 3," he corrected her. Before she knew it he'd thrown her over his shoulder and streaked through the halls at hyper speed.
***
"Vegeta, I'm supposed to be finishing a very important program… HEY!"
"What's more important then helping me achieve Super Saiyan status. There won't BE a world left for your idiot father to market his test products if I don't ascend reliably!" Vegeta snorted.
"Jerk… you could have ASKED!" Bulma fumed as he spoke his encoded Saiyan password for access. Out in the yard he'd erected Capsule 4, the newest hyper gravity unit, which was in fact a real working spacecraft.
"This will be far more important than doing your imbecile father's work for him," said Vegeta, carrying her inside. Doors slid shut, leaving them in the spherical all white interior. It looked much like Capsule 3 had, with all but the essential consoles gutted, plus multiple equipment that he'd improvised for his regimen.
"You never let me see what the hell you DID in here before… why the change of heart?" she asked.
"Because I felt like it. Do I NEED another reason?" he sniffed, walking over to drop her on a mat on the floor. She yelped as he turned to the central console.
"Okay, you've got me here… what do you need ME for?"
"Other than telling me how perfect I am, and fixing my toys, I'll explain," he smirked, running gloved fingers down the buttons for his newest program. "This is a hyperbolic gravity simulation. It will increase from 1 G upward to 400 in a matter of three hours…"
"Vegeta I'm NOT going to turn into a black hole!" she yelped.
"Don't worry, idiot, I'll protect you. That's part of how you'll assist me," Vegeta snickered, shedding his armored vest, then his top. It left him in a sleeveless blue top and tight spandex, with his gloves and boots.
"Wow," she whispered, realizing how much the armor hid, and how nice the view was of this arrangement. Sometimes he even stripped down to training shorts.
"I see you're still gawking at me. Is my body physically pleasing to you?" he smirked.
"Do you have to ask…" she mumbled. "Holy crap…"
"You are not as repulsive as I had anticipated yourself. Except for that hideous hairstyle!" he pointed at her bushy perm.
"Hey buster! What are we doing here? Insulting each other or…"
She squealed when she felt his hot breath fanning her ear. Again as before, his gloved hands slid around her body from behind, locking her back to his front. She gasped as he nipped at her ear, and then squeezed her body with eager hands. Just short of injuring yet firm enough to drive a pool of heat in her nether regions.
"Very interesting… don't you think?" he mumbled in wonder. "You're speechless… why?"
"Because... you're touching me… like that… ohhh!" she gasped as his hands moved up to explore her breasts.
"You ningen place such value on these… features… why?" he asked, cupping both her breasts and rubbing their softness.
"Because… men are attracted to them. Or are you going to tell me that Saiyan females…"
"Your society has such messed up views on what's considering attractive. The way I've observed most females you'd think these things weren't supposed to move… and were shaped unnaturally," he murmured, giving her breasts a light squeeze that made the nipples stud out.
"I… well… I can't speak for most men… but they like really big ones… that are… oh why I am telling you this…"
"Baka males. Yours are more than adequate…"
"I'm all natural," she yelped, squealing because his gloved hands were massaging over her nipples in the way she precisely liked.
"Mmm, you like that don't you?" he muttered.
"Don't you see… how good it feels to have someone touch you…" she moaned.
"I do…" he muttered.
"Then let me return the favor…" she murmured. Vegeta pensively released her, and she turned in his arms. He swallowed hard, stiffening instinctively as she slid her hands up and down his muscular chest.
"That is… satisfactory…" he breathed hard. Bulma slid her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his chest, rubbing his back sensually.
"There, it isn't THAT bad is it… having someone touch you…"
"It… is maddening…" he gritted. "But… it can be tolerated…"
"Tolerated?" she sniffed. "Give me a break… you really ARE deprived…"
"I don't let just ANYONE do this, female… and if you tell…"
"I promise I won't… it will be our secret," she whispered, nosing his ear. Vegeta released a huge sigh, and let himself inhale the sweetening of her scent. Waves of that strange energy sped up his heart, and his eyes widened with further revelation. Was it possible?
"You drive me mad," he growled resentfully.
"How do I?"
"I cannot get you out of my mind… and now I know why… you're like an illness…" he gasped.
"You like me, don't you?" she asked. "And it's blowing your mind…"
"I thought that by confronting this… I would test my hypothesis… and it's true…" he growled.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, squeezing him tightly and burying her face in his shoulder.
"I need no apologies from you, woman," he grunted. "But it proves how dangerous you are…"
"Only a jerk like you would see something as beautiful as this as a danger!" Bulma yelled at him. "God damn it Vegeta! Don't you realize that if someone CARES about you, it makes you STRONGER not weaker?"
"How the blazes is THAT the case?"
"Duh! Why do you think Son-kun went Super Saiyan? What does he have that you don't? Maybe all those people he knows that you call weaknesses…"
"Enough," Vegeta snarled. "I've HEARD enough!"
"Kuso!" she gasped. Bulma released him, backing away in fear.
"This is intolerable! I will NOT stand for this! Kakkarot is weak and I'm invincible. Why is this not the case in reality! Damn him!" Vegeta raged, his hair crackling with blue lightening. Bulma ducked behind the pillar, her fingers shaking with terror as he exploded in sapphire flames.
"I can help you! Show you how caring ISNT a weakness!" she yelled, though she was terrified he would destroy the whole room in his rage.
"Is that a challenge, woman?" he snorted, blue aura flaring with power. Bulma threw up her hands, trembling as she dropped to her knees.
"What have you got to lose your Majesty? Prove me wrong then…" she stammered, seeing the outrage flashing in his hard coal black eyes.
Vegeta gnashed his teeth and roared in anger. Shaking with fury, he turned away, and then let his ki envelope fade to nothing. Bulma quivered behind the console, looking at him hunching his back with his fists again knotting at his sides.
"If you don't disintegrate me… prove me wrong… I can show you how… it isn't a weakness but a strength!" she yelled back.
"Fine then," Vegeta said, turning his head to look over his shoulder at her.
"You wanted to confront this head on… well… find a way that I won't bother you. Explore what you're feeling… what's driving you crazy… it's natural for a man to find someone else… attractive. I mean there are males who…"
"Are homosexual but desire a mate I know," he said. "As well as those that desire one of the opposite sex. That is not the issue. What is… is that you're driving me insane."
"I am?" she asked, blushing.
"Yes. And seeing as I cannot focus on my training, you will assist me in determining the cause of my weakness… and exploring how I can use this weakness to make strength. This caring thing…"
"Well, you can start by relaxing when I give you a hug," she said, walking up tentatively and touching him. He turned, flinching only slightly to face her. When he did not push her away, Bulma slid her arms around him and squeezed him to her small body. Stiffly Vegeta brought up his gloved hands, and wrapped them loosely around her body. Bulma sighed and nuzzled his chest, giving a small smile as her eyes closed.
"Curious. You actually enjoy… doing this… to me?" he mumbled sullenly.
"Are you kidding? You feel really nice… really perfect… and strong this close. I'm not that repulsive am I?"
"You're tolerable," he grunted, unsure of what words to use.
****
After a time, he widened his eyes with a sudden inspiration. His body felt somewhat calmed by having her in such proximity. If only there was some way he could get back to training. Perhaps if she were there with him, he wouldn't miss her so much, and be so distracted.
An overwhelming urge to taste something on his lips arose, and he licked them. Bulma released him a bit, and giggled at the strange look in his eyes. "There's a few other ways of touching… that you might not find so disgusting…"
"Perhaps," he mumbled, immersing his fingers in her blue hair. Bulma gasped when he started to pick the strands of blue hair apart, as if searching for something.
"What are you doing?"
"Grooming you, idiot," he mumbled. "Your hair is hideous…"
"Now wait… oh!" she trailed off. "Is that how Saiyans?"
"Do try and keep up with the program, woman," he grunted.
"Is that why you bit my ear… is that how you guys show affection…"
"Between those that we wish to mate with. I am assuming… this… affliction is what is referred to as… lust… or desire…" he gasped.
"Aww you like me, don't you?" she said in a sing song voice.
"Don't make me puke. Don't modulate your voice like that!" he made a face.
"That's so… sw… I mean that's so… cool… you do… you want me…" she said with a strange astonishment as he inhaled her scent.
"Fine, I admit it. Now will you help me or not?"
"Depends on what sort of help, you want," she giggled. He swallowed hard when she closed her eyes and angled her face towards his, leaning up on her tiptoes. Warm lips brushed over his, fanning them with her breath.
"Ugh," he grunted, tightening his grip.
"It's a kiss, silly…"
"Like on the television…" he cringed.
"I brushed my teeth… I'm not going to make you sick… unless you don't want me to show you what a kiss is like…"
"You want me to bite your lips?" he said teasingly.
"It's not BITING like THAT!" she yelped, when he nipped her lip sharply. "Oww!"
"I'm amazed. Your taste is… remotely tolerable. Actually… somewhat… palatable…" he mumbled, gripping her tightly. His arms crushed her to his body, squeezing off her breath.
Bulma whimpered in pain, sucking her lower lip in that bled. But Vegeta leaned over to lightly run his tongue over the injury he'd inflicted, and that's when he tasted the pungent flavor he longed to savor. His eyes widened in shock at how similar to Saiyan blood her iron pigment tasted. He chuckled at the irony, lapping at her bleeding lip as he drank in the flavor. Bulma whimpered at the sensation of his mouth on hers, and then crushed her lips to his. In surprise, Vegeta struggled to pull away from the flickering of her tongue over his lips. Yet he enjoyed the taste of her blood so much with her saliva he realized he did not want to deny himself this pleasure. Judging from the way she prodding his lips with her tongue she wanted to taste him as well. Odd custom, but he opened his mouth to permit her to enter, and that catalyzed his long denied hunger.
"Wow… that was incredible…" she whispered. "How on earth did you learn to kiss like that?"
"Is THAT what that face-sucking ritual is?" he blinked.
"You're a natural, you know that… don't tell me you had no idea of what to do…"
"I imitated what you were doing to me, you foolish female…" he rolled his eyes. "So THAT's what the fuss is all about… the desire to taste one another. It makes logical sense now…"
"You see it's not so bad?"
"It takes time from training… but I cannot deny my curiosity…" he grumbled, not wanting to let her go, but resentful of this further distraction. While it eased his raging hunger, it incited the need for more.
"Don't stop now," she sighed, closing her eyes to kiss him again.
"Hmm," Vegeta smirked. He reached down and picked her up, carrying her over to sit her down by the console.
"What's this?" she asked, watching him reach around her to press buttons on the console.
"Program initiated. 1.5… 1.6…" said the computer.
"Count in increments of 1," Vegeta said, walking towards Bulma. She yelped as she felt her body's weight dragging her down.
"Are you NUTS? Are you trying to KILL me?" she yelped.
"Anything but Bulma," Vegeta said as he leaned down to kiss her forehead briefly.
"Vegeta… I REALLY have to finish that program for my father…"
"Is it an encryption series? I could program one in my sleep. If you assist me for the next few hours… with my training… I'll assist you in keeping your fool father off your back," he mumbled.
"Okay, but what the HELL… do you have in mind…" she gasped.
"See how well you can hold on," he said, reaching down and getting on his knees with his back to her. "Since I cannot stop myself from desiring to know more about why you plague my thoughts… and having you close is part of the solution…"
"You really do… like me?"
"Whatever," Vegeta snarled. "But having you close is the only way I can stave this hunger. So I might as well make the most of this and stop pissing me off… "
"Pissing you off?" she asked.
"I must train, and as I cannot waste much time investigating this… attraction without you present, perhaps your proximity will be of some use in staving it… while I can get something done…" Vegeta laughed.
"Excuse me?" she asked, as he straightened up, and started to walk. Yelping she latched her legs around his hips to try and remain on his body.
"I require a training weight. As long as you can hold on, you'll be helping me quite adequately…"
"Now wait a minute buster… I'm not THAT heavy…"
"In 150 g's you're quite a challenge. And you'll get to be 'close' to me as well… so why should you bitch?" he snickered.
"Vegeta, you are one clever son of a bitch… you're going to carry me piggyback…" she gasped.
"Exactly…"
"But the gravity will crush me!" she squealed.
"Not if I protect you with my ki, it won't," he said. "Now shut up hold on woman… this is going to be rather bumpy," he said.
"Okay… but you'd better…" she panted, locking her legs around his waist as he secured her with his tail. He then flipped forwards, causing her to yelp as the world spun.
***
"No, Vegeta STOP, you're making me SICK!" she squealed as he bounced off the walls and flipped. A ki blast formed in his hand, incinerating one that a hovering bot threw towards him.
"Keep quiet, and close your eyes…" he grunted. "I can't concentrate!"
"This was YOUR idea, your royal Whyness!" she gritted her teeth as Vegeta dropped to the floor, and threw up his hands. He had stripped off his shirt, leaving him only in training shorts and those gloves with a pair of sneakers now.
"Come on… damn it…" he grunted, hurling a blast towards the relays. Bulma went dizzy with the ricocheting spheres of ki that he repelled with his own series of bluish white explosions.
"Are you NUTS?" Bulma screamed as one large blast headed straight for them. Vegeta threw up his hands, gritting his teeth as he generated a wide beam from his palms flatted towards it. On one knee he grunted, shoving hard with a bluish energy that caused him to sweat. All the while the room grew steadily more red, and the thin flickering envelope of bluish ki was all that protected her from being squashed in the increasing weight.
"Level 200 times gravity and climbing…" the computer said.
"Grraaggghhh!" he grunted, then shoved the blast back with a final concerted push. Yelping, she squeezed her eyes shut and almost choked him if he'd been human. Vegeta crouched there, panting with his woman on his back. It was as if he'd forgotten she was there.
"Kami…" she sobbed.
"What are you blubbering about, female… I stopped it, didn't' I?" he mumbled, flopping to sit on the floor Indian style.
"Are you taking a break?" she panted.
"Yes," he grunted, and then moved her around so she sat on his lap facing him. "I must admit this is quite interesting. Having you beside me is quite helpful…"
"By almost getting us both killed?" she whimpered.
"Don't underestimate my ability woman. I will achieve Super Saiyan status, and you promised your help, as I recall. And it seems your theory about me 'caring' for someone else's welfare is having a positive action on my battle power. It's climbed exponentially since you've been here…"
"You ASS, why didn't you just SAY so!" Bulma yelled at him. "I was right!"
"Exactly. I was protecting your weakling self when it happened. You absorbed a great deal of my energy that day. I thought that by having you as a constant additional variable I could push myself to change. But it hasn't HAPPENED yet, damn it…"
"Vegeta, relax… you will do it. If anyone can, it's you…" she said, stroking his hair. She leaned over to kiss him, much to his chagrin.
"You're infuriating…" he grunted.
"No, relax… turn off the GR and just let me give you a back rub… now that I know what you're up to… we can do it together…" she said, kissing him once more. Vegeta mumbled against her lips, till he felt the surge of desire wash over him.
"Wait a moment," he thought to himself. It took more concentration to push harder against the GR field while he was half distracted. Perhaps it was more concern for her welfare that pushed him over the edge. Or was it sex?
Either way, he felt himself responding to her in an embarrassing tightening in his groin. Bulma shifted so she sat right on top of the mounting evidence. "I think we'd better… take this someplace else… or else…"
"No, I think I'm comfortable in here…" he growled into her ear, slowly pulling at her clothes.
"What the hell are you…" she gasped as he cut off her protest in a hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue through her lips. His fingers tore at her clothes, ripping them to shreds and throwing them away. Reaching down between them he began to rub his hands over her belly, and then dip his head to nip at her breasts.
"Don't you trust me woman? I won't let you come to harm…" he growled, bucking his hips under her.
"Vegeta… wait… ohhh…" she squealed as his fingers stole into her vagina and began to thrust. Relentlessly she almost came then and there when he rubbed her with the precise friction. Moisture seeped over his hands like fresh nectar, and she was soon being dragged over his firming manhood with his hands on her hips.
"I must have you now," he growled, pulling her hands to the fabric of his waistband. "Assist me…"
"What are you…" she gasped as he slid her hand into his spandex, and caught her wrist to position it where he wanted it the most. "Oh… why didn't you ask, silly… but are you going to be able to keep your energy high enough to keep me from being crushed?"
"I'll be the only one doing the crushing… or rather you will," he snickered with a devilish lascivious grin. He pulled down his training shorts, and then moved her hand to rest against his chest. Between her moist thighs she felt his hardness sliding back and forth.
"You're being deliberately mean not doing it!" she pouted.
"Be careful what you wish for, my blue minx," he purred, and then thrust up hard while his tail yanked her down to him.
"Geta-chan… uhhh!" she squealed, feeling the enormity of his first deep stab.
"Pleasurable," he murmured, shifting his hips back and forth. "I had not anticipated how you feel inside."
"Ohhh, it feels so…" she gasped, whimpering at the hardness she struggled to contain. To her amazement Vegeta remained still for a few minutes, loosing himself in the pleasure of a new sensation.
"There, that should do it…" he grunted, and then stood up with her wrapped around him.
"Do what? I sure hope you're going to do what I think you are…"
"What do you think, silly Bulma?" he laughed, giving a few furtive stabs as she rocked against him.
"Vegeta… you're going to screw me in 200 g's?" she asked, gasping as he began to levitate into the air, putting her above him so he had to thrust up against her mass.
"Correct… my… little blue earth woman," he grunted. "Lie down on top of me… and let me move…"
"But the gravity! Won't I be crushed?" she stammered. "Don't you want to do this… for the first time… in my room? I could…"
"I'm quite comfortable here… are you not? Or do you wish me to stop?" he gasped, flaring his ki further so more than just a thin shell covered them. Bulma kissed him hard, biting his lips as he screwed her in mid air. Her whole body shuddered with the first, second and third orgasms of her life as he found a new training exercise.
"Geta… chan… uh… you… uh… this is… ohhh!" she squealed.
"Just… let me… uh… do the work… and keep… silent… woman…" he grunted with each thrust.
"I can't… ohh Kami…. Ohhh Vegeta!!!!" she screamed, convulsing on him. Vegeta thrust up hard, yelling into her ear loudly as his ki slammed through her body and his own, flaring to a level she had not before seen.
***
Bulma was sure she must have passed out when she next came around. She lay on a soft forgiving surface, while a heavy weight pinned her chest down. A hard male chest pressed to her belly, muscular arms locking her in their embrace possessively. Blinking, she looked around and saw the curved roof of Capsule 4's deck above. She had forgotten he had taken up residence in his chamber, emerging only to eat and refusing the guestroom he'd been given in the main house.
Squashed between the wall, she yelped. Vegeta grumbled and repositioned her to lay on top of him in his sleep. On either side of him there wasn't much more room, so she had to sprawl overtop his hard body to get comfortable. So sated and sore did she feel that she had no desire to move.
"Kuso," she murmured, wiping away sweat. His eyes blinked up at her, and he pushed her hair from her face.
"Don't leave, female. I'm not done with you…"
"I couldn't' move if I tried… that was… out of this world…"
"Humph, I hope so," he laughed, crushing her to his body. "I believe that you'll be a sufficient addition to my training regimen…"
"Is that all?"
"No you idiot," he grunted. She felt a stinging sensation against her neck, feeling blood dripping down on his chest. He licked at the juncture between neck and shoulder, lapping it away.
"Does this mean… we're going together?" she asked.
"Mm hmm," he purred.
"Good," she sighed.
"You are well pleased?" he grunted.
"What do you think baka?" she giggled.
"I think you should explain more of this… relationship thing to me… and how it will help achieve my goal," he said; as she leaned down to kiss him. "But I don't wish the others to know… my secret…"
"If you want we can keep it under wraps," she said, stroking his hair lovingly.
"Good. But make no mistake, if another male should touch you… I shall be displeased…"
"That's fine with me. I don't' WANT another male to touch me after this…"
"Wise choice, my blue minx," he laughed.
"Vegeta… I just realized we didn't use protection… and I haven't been on the pill since…"
"I know. Don't worry…" he said.
"But I don't want to get pregnant!" she yelped.
"Too late for that, woman…" Vegeta said.
"Shimatta!" she squealed. "Vegeta!!!"
"Why are you so upset? I required an heir, and you have gained my protection. What more could you wish for, silly female?" he asked.
"You mean… you wanted… a child?"
"Yes idiot. Since I'm not immortal, I require the continuation of my line. I can't let Kakkarot be the sole progenitor of the Saiyan race."
"But my parents… they… they…" she sniffled.
"You will be permitted to say that I'm the father," said Vegeta. "And you are my mate…"
"What… wait…?”
"I am not going to let you raise my child in disgrace. But we will not let the other losers know we are mated till the Androids are defeated," said Vegeta.
"Does that mean… we're married?" she asked.
"If you like," he mumbled. "But I demand you not make a big deal of it."
"I won't…" she said. "But you'd better not go die on me!"
"And you will not try and put me on a leash like Kakkarot's mate. I am the dominant one in this relationship…."
"Yeah, you're the king of the castle, right," she snarled.
"Yes," he nodded.
"Great. Just great…"
"Mmm, it is," Vegeta murmured, stretching under her. Bulma groaned and then started to giggle at the way things had changed.
From outside, Yamucha blinked and smiled sadly as he watched them. He turned to Puar, and gave a lopsided grin. "I guess that's that…" he said.
"Don't be sad Yamucha… you knew it was going to happen…"
"Well, I think this means we're going on a training expedition. I don't want him thinking I'm jealous…" Yamucha laughed.
"You're not angry?"
"I am, but she picked the 'better man'," said Yamucha. "And if he leaves her, I'll be there. And either way, he'll have to put up with me, because that kid's gonna need a god father… or an uncle at least when Daddy Prince goes off to war. And who better than Uncle Yamucha?"
"Right!" nodded Puar as he blew Bulma a kiss and left the Capsule 4 to walk off into the sunset. Soon he'd have a new 'nephew' to play with, and another reason to be part of Bulma's life. If Vegeta left her for any reason he'd be there as a shoulder to cry on.
"I'll still be here Bulma," he promised. "But I'm not going to cry in my beer. You've made your choice, and I'm letting you go.”