Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Triangle ❯ The Triangle ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is Akira Toriyama's, Toei, Funimation etc. My fantasies are my own.

 

Author Note: How many Bulma/Vegeta/Gokou fics are there? I say not nearly enough. This fic contains huge doses of all those good things that you shouldn't be reading if you're a minor so if you're under 18 please turn back. All I can say is I love to bite lemon real hard.

 

 

The Triangle

By Caprice

 

 

“You what?”

 

He shrieked accusatively, eyes fastened to her in shock.

 

“Vegeta, you told me you wanted the truth and nothing but the truth, remember? Don't throw that reprieving look my way.” She brushed her aquamarine strands daintily as she sat on the little lace upholstered stool of her vanity, looking at him with a strange mixture of both chagrin and amusement.

 

He stared at her agape and visibly mortified before turning his face sideways and uttering a low rumbling growl.

 

Bulma sighed and broke the silence he was gifting her with. “Well? Are you going to sit there and say nothing?”

 

He shifted uncomfortably in the bed, his upper body resting against the headboard. Bulma laughed out loud and shook her head, frankly amused at his stunned expression. He was a god of war and unbridled sexual desire, but he could sometimes turn into a cute little alien bundle of awe and disbelief when faced with things he couldn't quite fathom.

 

She didn't resist the sudden urge to let her lascivious eyes roam over the tight perfection of his bronze body as he lay there, stark naked and disturbed. He had decided to cross his arms, meaning he was toiling with something in that maelstrom that was his mind.

 

“Yes… ok, yes, we did it, but it was only once. I told you it happened sometime before I met you. We've always been really close since we were nothing but children and you know we've always loved each other like… well like family.”

 

“Don't throw that brother and sister hogwash at me woman. Brothers and sisters don't do what you two did, unless Chikyuu-jin customs happen to be way libertine, much more than I expected”. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, an eyebrow raised in question.

 

She sighed heavily before resuming tending to her lustrous tendrils of hair. “You're right they don't. But what we have is… special. It's more than what regular brothers and sisters have. He was always there for me when I needed him and I was always there for him too. When it happened, I was having trouble with Yamcha and we were on a break…”

 

“And every time you had a problem with that idiot all you could think about was fucking the first Saiyan in sight? First it was him, and then it was me?” He glared at her.

 

“Vegeta, stop doing that. You know it isn't like that. He was having trouble with Chichi as well, we were home alone, one thing led to the other and before we knew it…”

 

She half-expected him to have a conniption but he didn't. He barely even flinched while he sat there enthralled by her words.

 

“Are you sure you want me to go on?”

 

“I was the one who asked, wasn't I?” He had. For some reason he had finally managed to get that pesky little question out in the open, the one that had bugged him to no end. He had needed to know if his woman and Kakarrot had ever actually been… lovers. The nature of their relationship seemed to indicate there had been something there somewhere and he hadn't been wrong. His wife was nothing but a little hellion and that idiot, well, it seemed he wasn't that much of an idiot at all.

 

A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “You did ask… and why is that? Had you been asking yourself that question?”

 

“You're hot-headed woman, and I know you must have found him alluring. You liked me after all, and when you first rode me it was as if you knew how to turn on a Saiyan.”

 

“I did learn a thing or two when Son-kun and I…”

 

“Was it good?”

 

She brought the brush down to her slender thighs and looked at him with wide eyes. “What?”

 

“Did you like it?” Vegeta gave her one of those expressions that were difficult to decipher. He sounded both a little pissed off and a little too interested.

 

“Yes. He felt great.” She smiled non-apologetically, genuinely curious as to what he'd do next.

 

He humphed and cocked his head, boring his black eyes into her. She left the brush on the dresser's table and stood up, striding towards the bed. Her minuscule sheer black nightie clung to her shapely thighs as she moved. She wore nothing beneath the scrap of see-through cloth, leaving very little to the imagination.

 

All these years of living with him had honed her senses to keen precision, making her able to almost smell his arousal whenever he was turned on. Not that the erection jutting from between his thighs wasn't indication enough of that.

 

She slid gracefully to lie at his side, propped up on an elbow. “He was warm, long and slender, and he panted like a little child at play while we did it.”

 

Her hand rested on Vegeta's strong arm, before smoothing her palm over it. “He screamed `onee-san' when he came, bucking underneath me. To tell you the truth, I felt sorry I couldn't have more of him just for me. But I had to let it go. It was too complicated and I didn't want to hurt Chichi that way. Neither did him.”

 

Vegeta exhaled sharply before turning to look at her. His eyes glinted like black diamonds and his face was pulled into a hazy expression of some dark, forlorn desire.

 

“You made him cry your name out.”

 

She nodded and as she did she saw his visage change into something different, something that made her lips break into a feline grin.

 

“You want to know something? Something he told me during that party we had not long after the whole Buu incident?” She slid her hand down the muscles of his stomach to stop just above the portion where the base of his shaft started. “He said I was lucky I got you. That he knew everything about you after having fused with you, having been one with you. That he thought you were… beautiful.”

 

His brows joined and his lips parted to issue a shallow breath. She moved her slender fingers to where his swollen sack rested just beneath his length. It was a soft engorged cushion that trembled as she scraped her nails over it lightly. “You don't have to be jealous that he was mine.”

 

He inhaled sharply, looking at her agape. “Woman!” It was a low roar. He felt the knee-jerk reaction to deny it, but her hand kneading and rubbing his balls was making it an impossible task. Instead he closed his eyes, a light moan reverberating in his throat.

 

“I know how it is Vegeta. I am not a genius for no reason. Remember that chip I pulled from the pod you landed in when you first arrived in Chikyuu? It contained geographical, astronomical and cultural information on countless planets, including Vegeta-sei. I know the kind of relationship that would often develop between two warriors that were long time rivals.” She chuckled lightly when she saw his cock twitch. “I know what you'd love to do.”

 

He raised his hips a little and looked at her with a feral expression. “Stop trying to make this about me, woman. You were the one who rode him, remember? I should be more than a little upset about that, don't you think?”

 

She moved to look him in the eye “But you're not are you? I saw you getting harder when I told you about it.”

 

He breathed with some strain, his mouth suddenly becoming as dry as cotton at the mere remembrance of her words. He unbuckled his arms and squeezed her breast over the flimsy fabric, rolling the rock hard nipple in his callous fingers. “You like Saiyan cock woman?”

 

She smiled, resisting the urge to smother his lips with a hot wet kiss. “I like yours, I want you… I love you more than those three meager words could ever come to express. Every single day with you is like a full-blown physical and emotional orgasm Vegeta.”

 

His face broke into a rare, genuine smile before his expression turned into unabashed curiosity.

 

“And you wouldn't want to fuck him again?”

 

She raised an eyebrow, tension sizzling between them, almost crackling in its high voltage. “Would you want to watch?”

 

Her hand grabbed his hardened, straining length and she pulled the foreskin down, mimicking the way it would move if he were to bury it inside her.

 

A moan tore from his lips at the feeling of her smooth hand stroking him firmly. “I don't share woman, you are my property. You're completely crazy.” It was all he could do before placing his searing moistened lips on the base of her silken neck.

 

“I'll always be yours, completely yours…” She breathed, a broken sigh escaping her lips as his hands worked her breasts skillfully. She just loved that about him, the way he indulged on them so heavily all the time, sating their need to be touched.

 

“But I know you want to see us, you need to… don't you? You can't get the idea of him banging me off your head, and you want to see it with your own eyes.” She arched back and threw herself on the bed, pulling him over with her.

 

He licked his way to the vale between her breasts and squeezed them hard, almost gasping in pain at the scorching need of his pulsating penis. “Why would I want to see that imbecile touch what's mine.” It wasn't a question, it was more like a statement.

 

“Because you want to punish him. You want to punish me.”

 

He sobbed against her nipples as he licked and nipped the hardened flesh over the delicate nightie. He pulled it down to free her perfectly round, supple orbs, lapping at her sugary skin with his entire tongue. “Because I am yours, but in your mind he's yours too, isn't he Vegeta? You're jealous we had each other. I know you want him, whatever Saiyan secret domination lust you have going on… ah” She gasped and threw her head back as he pushed his blazing erection deep inside her.

 

“I'll fuck him in front of you and then you can have him.”

 

“Oh…” He gasped in turn, jiggling his hips and grinding down on her. “He… oh… he's fucking married”

 

She breathed heavily, groaning when he began pumping her mercilessly. “I always get what I want… he is…. he has been struggling this last couple of months and he's often come to me for comfort. I know I can get in his pants. I know he still finds me desirable. We can worry about Chichi later.”

 

He grinned. “Infidelity? Kakarrot commiting infidelity, again?”

 

“Yes… for me, for you he would. He's not the same after having fused with you.” He pistoned in and out, feeling the tip of his penis catch fire inside her tight womb, a thrill making him shudder.

 

“Kakarrot…”

 

“Gods… yes… he's too beautiful to let go to waste. He doesn't even have sex with her anymore, he told me that.” She whimpered, mouth curling into a wicked smile.

 

He looked into her eyes and slammed into her hard. “You're my woman.”

 

“Ah…” She arched feeling a hot liquid orgasm explode inside her quaking abdomen.

 

“You're my woman…”

 

“And he's your man… and I'll bring him to you.” She managed to say between the moans tearing from her throat.

 

“Why are you doing this…” He panted, feeling his own release threatening to break him in half.

 

“Because Son-kun's body is so good and tasty… and your own body is so sinfully, desirable…”

 

He pushed harder, feeling the sweat trickle down his spine. “And I want to see you go inside him too.”

 

He spasmed, roaring thunderously as he arched backwards as far as he could go. She smoothened her hands down his slender waist, feeling him quiver above her.

 

“…and because I do love Saiyan cock.”

 

 

 

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The woman had pulled out the big guns to make this happen. He gave her a mental nod, commending her for such valiance. She strutted around the comfortable spacious living room on the third floor of Capsule Corp. in a skimpy little skirt that seemed to be made out of nothing but a breath of air. Her tight strapless top was impossibly low, leaving the entire top half of her breasts totally exposed. They seemed eager to pop out of their bondage any minute, jutting nipples clearly outlined against the fabric.

 

Gods, she was beautiful, his little Chikyuu-jin she-devil, as fierce as a tomcat and as glorious as some fallen angel. He sometimes failed to understand how he'd gotten so lucky. It seemed it was only through some crack in the system that someone as grotty and wretched as him had managed to get thrown with a piece of ass as sublime as his woman.

 

He let his eyes focus intently on her tiny waist, then letting them run lower to the mound of her bottom… that tight, little bottom that was thoroughly firm to the touch. His gaze roved uninhibited over the long, strong legs of a porcelain goddess. The spit dried up in his mouth and his hands grew a little sweaty as he sat on a single couch, already savoring the sex she implied with every nuance of her body and her voice. His legs had completely parted almost out of instinct while he watched the little show she was putting on, while she acted very much the concerned friend.

 

She leaned her shapely figure against the armrest of the longest couch, talking to Kakarrot who sat on another single seat, looking as winsome as ever.

 

“Oneesan…” Bulma beamed when she heard him use that term of endearment he only popped rarely. “…you should have seen the expression on Chichi's face when Gohan graduated. She was happier than I've ever seen her. It's only been a year after Buu, which has left her a little shaken, but Gohan managed to make her forget about that by giving her such a great surprise. He was the first of his class, graduating with a record perfect score.” His smile widened, every portion of his handsome face glowing. He then turned his eyes in Vegeta's direction. “I am glad you two are doing well too. It had been a while since I'd been able to see you both at the same time.”

 

“Hn”. Vegeta directed the laser heat of his gaze towards him, reveling in the way Kakarrot seemed to flinch a bit at the intensity. The younger Saiyan chuckled, giving him a limpid expression of warmth that made something in his stomach stir.

 

Bulma took in the muscular length of her childhood friend. Gods he had grown up to be an impossibly gorgeous creature, endowed with a natural charm that could melt anyone's heart. There was something so earthy and heady about his innocence, his naivety she could feel her self-control waning by the second. To her, he was like a big, strong orgasmic hug in the middle of winter. Son-kun… She could still remember how his body had wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

 

“And how are you doing Gokou? Are you and Chichi still having a bit of trouble? I remember what you said last time we spoke.” She stood up and glided towards him, grabbing his empty glass from his hand. She didn't move, instead she stood there, blocking Vegeta's vision.

“I uh… Bulma.” He seemed a little startled at her standing to close to him, right between his legs. “I know things will get better, she just needs a little time.”

Vegeta, laughed gutturaly and leaned back, feeling his skin crawl with fiery anticipation. Gokou frowned, seeing Bulma grin and bend over to place the glass on the corner table. “Son-kun…” She whispered, feeling something stir between her legs. “I always liked the way you thought of others first. I liked the way you were always last.” She cupped the back of his head, her fingers buried in the jet black of his long spikes. There was something almost inhuman about his beauty, about those big round eyes full of expectancy.

 

He sat up, a little distressed and confused at her sudden gesture of compromising warmth.

 

“You think?” He chuckled lightly. “I am not sure Bulma… I…” Her hand began stroking his scalp a moment before it wandered down his neck, fingers grazing his fair skin. He jerked in place, feeling her silken touch send goosebumps all throughout his body.

 

She grinned and looked back at Vegeta, who sat there smiling maliciously. “It's ok…” She husked and slid her hand beneath his neckline.

 

…And he sprung from the chair, almost tumbling it over as he fell on his bottom on the floor. His eyes danced nervously from her to Vegeta, back and forth several times.

 

“I… Vegeta…” He said his name fretfully; almost sure the Prince would bolt any second and begin a skirmish with him. Or worse, that he would want to do something to Bulma, but the Saiyan sat on his chair looking amused and cocksure as hell.

 

“Kakarrot… get on the chair.” He said simply, feeling the bulge between his tight black pants grow by the second.

 

“I told you, it's ok…” Bulma pulled his hand and helped him stand back up, smoothly directing him into the soft cushioned couch. She chuckled when she saw his shaky eyes widen suddenly and his nostrils flare minutely. He was smelling her juices.

 

“Oneesan… Vegeta…” He croaked both their names in bewilderment. Bulma leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead knowing her breasts were almost in contact with his face. “Son-kun”.

 

She sighed heavily, straightening her spine and quickly disposing of her top. Her full globes bounced a little, nipples springing out to the ki-infused atmosphere. The energy both men were giving off sent sharp needles of pleasure right through them. Gokou could only gawk at her as she knelt before him, her panties visible to Vegeta under the microscopic skirt.

 

Bulma leaned over to pull Son-kun's gi up and above his head until his chest was bare. Oh, he was even better than she remembered, miles and miles of exposed muscle that could feel as hard as steel and as soft as velvet at the same time. She twirled her tongue over his abs, savoring the salty skin greedily.

 

Vegeta let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding the minute Kakarrot's expression turned from outrage into soft smoldering lust. Nothing could have prepared him for this heart racing experience, of seeing his rival, his counterpart throwing his head back as his woman slid her expert little tongue into his navel. Her face was so close to his crotch it was testing Vegeta's well renowned control, his heart thrumming in his chest with an explosive force.

 

Son-kun whimpered, every synapse in his body catching fire under the touch of her suave moistened tongue. His Bulma, the very first woman he'd ever seen so long ago when she'd descended upon him like some supernatural vision. There were no words to describe how much he loved her, how many nights he'd spent wrestling with wet dreams about her. She had remained some sort of unattainable idea since the very first time he'd met her, so pretty, so surreal, so beyond him. Her looks, her money, her body, a lifelong away from that of a simple country boy's. But she'd always been there, a silent surreptitious platonic love that had bloomed fully only for that single night they'd finally managed to join their bodies into the most hot-blooded sex he'd ever had.

 

And now she was touching him, sliding his pants down over his hips, her mouth a breath away from the tip of his hard penis, and in front of Vegeta… oh gods, Vegeta.

 

Kakarrot, grabbed Bulma's wrist a second before she clamped her hand on his throbbing shaft that now lay erect to everyone's eyes.

 

“O… Oneesan, Vegeta…” He repeated in a tremulous voice.

 

“Shut up, Kakarrot”. He spat, moving to sit on the edge of his own seat, his lips looking dry, chest heaving in something that looked like primal hunger and lust. “Let her suck you. I know you want it.” Truth is, the whole thing was killing him. Damn woman, so amazing. It's good she didn't know that to him she was nothing short of a goddess or she'd walk around proclaiming it to the four winds. Her little round ass was exposed to the air, in nothing but those panties that snuck into her crack, the skirt hanging from her waist. It was taking all he had to not lunge forward and fuck her right this minute.

 

Kakarrot said nothing, the idiot just sat there, looking at Bulma completely agape as she grabbed his erection with both her hands and begun sucking on the tip. It glistened with the precum that had begun gathering and dripping. “… oh god” She moaned, curling her tongue over the massive cock's red tip.

 

“All in woman…” Vegeta rasped, beginning to rub his own hardness over his pants. She smiled against Kakarrot's flesh, and Vegeta saw him squirm and whimper, grabbing at the arm rests in agony. She let go of the twitching muscle to hastily finish taking off his boots and gi, rendering him stark naked and fully engorged to her husband's viewing pleasure.

 

She stood up quickly to shimmy her hips as she pulled her skirt and panty down. She tossed them aside, revealing her perfect nudity. Gods, he loved the sight of his woman naked. It almost threatened to make him blow a hole in his pants. She then knelt back down and blew Vegeta a little kiss, before grabbing Kakarrot's rod once more and shoving it all inside her mouth in one swift motion.

 

Vegeta groaned, spreading his legs as wide as they'd go before tugging and grabbing at his own erection more eagerly. Gods, he couldn't believe how hard he was, a flame beginning to sear his entire body as he saw her tight moist cleft quiver in the air, her mouth issuing sucking noises as she deepthroated the other man.

 

And Kakarrot… yes, he was there moaning in bitter-sweet pain as his woman violated his hard, muscled length completely.

 

She sucked hard, as hard as it needed to be for a Saiyan, but careful enough to stop right when she felt his abdomen begin to stir uncontrollably.

 

“Not yet, Son-kun.” She breathed, standing up and facing him. She opened her legs, grabbed his cock again and squatted a little to place him in her entrance. She then sat on him, feeling it slide inside her to the hilt as she straddled him.

 

Vegeta reached inside his pants and pulled his own penis out, stroking its aching need from tip to base. She moved up and down, long lusty groans punctuating each motion and Kakarrot uttered little childish `ahs' as she did so. His big hands grabbed her waist as she rode his beating cock, skin pulled tightly back and forth inside her moisture and heat.

 

Vegeta left his chair and glided across the room, bestial lust turning his handsome features into a visage of ferocious desire. He took his shirt off and threw it to the side, moving to stand right next to where his little Chikyuu-jin woman worked and warmed Kakarrot's body up for him. They were both already sweaty, gasping on the threshold of a climax.

 

Vegeta grabbed Gokou's triangular spikes and pulled his head back harshly so that he could look square into his eyes. “Do you like fucking my woman Kakarrot?”

 

He didn't respond, just looked at him with that damned hazy expression, way too consumed in the exploding sensation of Bulma's insides tightening over his flesh.

 

“Ve… geta…” He moaned, innocence breaking under the unbridled desire for him, his `Geta, The one he'd come to love with a passive fierceness that could only forge itself in the middle of battle.

 

“Vegeta…” he pleaded. The older Saiyan pumped his cock with one hand, his other hand still grasping his mane firmly, jerking his head back once more. He bent down and kissed him roughly on the lips, with his entire mouth, tongue darting out in a hot wet tangle.

 

Bulma groaned, raking her nails over Son-kun's nipples at the sight of their lips locked, sucking unabashedly at each other. Her muscles began to contract violently in a heated, soaking orgasm that made her cry both their names out between roaring screams.

 

She shuddered violently over and over again, riding the climax over Son-kun's still pulsating hardness until she wore out the last contraction. With that last breath of pleasure she bent over and gripped Vegeta's penis, beginning to suckle at it violently.

 

“Oh…” Vegeta moaned into Kakarrot's mouth feeling the early bloom of an ejaculation building up on his balls. He had to last, gods, he had to… He wanted to build it up until he could no longer contain it.

 

Bulma released him enough to join her mouth with theirs, their three tongues tangling together in a twirl of sucking, nipping and sobbing. She tasted of both of them, the musk of both their cocks imprinted in her sweet saliva.

 

She broke the kiss and got off his lap, allowing Vegeta to move and stand right between Gokou's legs as he sat there panting in all consuming desire, penis hard and covered in her wetness.

 

The older Saiyan grinned back down at him. “It's good you want me Kakarrot…” Vegeta's said in a hoarse whisper, blood pumping so strongly he could hear it in his ears. “It's good you want a taste of Elite-flesh.”

 

“Do it, Son-kun…” Bulma grabbed Vegeta's length at the base and licked the tip, all the while looking in the younger Saiyan's direction. She whispered the invitation once more. “hmmm… it's so good, do it…”

 

Kakarrot looked at him with wide, gleaming eyes, so full of wanton, of… pure barely contained emotion Vegeta couldn't help but moan in anticipation. Bulma held his penis in place as Gokou finally caved. He moved forward eagerly and sucked the head, the early salty juice of pre-ejaculation kindling his desire even further. His licks mingled with Bulma's as they savored Vegeta's heady musk and drank from each other's mouth at the same time.

 

Vegeta growled loudly, feeling both their tongues on him at once, repressing the need to sob like a wailing little child. He wanted to cum badly, to mark them both as his property, but he waited, knowing the more he built it up, the sweeter it would feel once he shed his release.

 

Bulma held Vegeta's penis firmly, moving out of the way to let Gokou deepthroat him to the extent of his desire. She smiled at him devilishly, when his big black eyes fastened on her as he went down on her husband, sucking him like a lollypop.

 

Vegeta held his mane and pushed him closer enjoying the rewarding feeling his strongest rival, the one he'd bowed to kill so many times sucking his penis like this, with such eagerness and thirst, gods he felt his nuts were about to explode.

 

“Oh… yes, suck me like that Kakarrot…all the way in.” When he felt he was about to come, he pushed him back and bent over to kiss his own taste on his mouth.

 

Bulma, cleared the cushions off the long, wide white chenille couch and threw herself on it. “Son-kun… come here… rest your head on my chest”. She extended her arms towards him, and he broke the kiss to see her. Kami, she'd never looked more beautiful. Bulma-chan… his Bulma-chan, the one that had shined in like starlight into his life when he was nothing but a 12 year old.

 

Kakarrot, got up and moved over to throw himself on top of her, kissing and licking her nipples in complete merriment. She flashed a quick feral grin at Vegeta, pointing with her eyes toward's Kakarrot's little ass. It looked tight and virgin and Vegeta smirked as he strode over, taking his pants and boots off in the process. He let his eyes hover over the strong muscles of the other Saiyan's back and licked his fangs like a cat.

 

She sucked on her fingers and slid them down his back to rest over his crack, moistening the opening. “O… oneesan…” He gasped moving upwards to kiss her forehead giving her better access to slide a finger into him, then two. Vegeta pumped his own cock and growled deeply in his throat, consumed in the desire to spend himself on him.

 

He knelt behind Kakarrot on the couch and touched the tip of his penis to his entrance. To his pleasure, the younger Saiyan only chuckled, as if he'd never been happier in his entire life and threw his head back to kiss him. They did so, savagely. Bulma fastened her hand on Gokou's aching cock and began stroking it, just as Vegeta plunged his length inside.

 

“Aah…” Kakarrot sobbed against his lips as they deepened the kiss, as they both knelt, Vegeta pumping in and out cruelly, Bulma working his penis relentlessly.

 

“Say, oh…” Her husband groaned, quivered and shuddered, muscles in his powerful thighs rippling with the effort of his hips. “Say my name…”

 

She felt Gokou begin to convulse and his cum shot forward, falling over her breasts. “Vegeta!!” He screamed it against his lips before doubling over to shake uncontrollably, chest heaving and sweat dripping from his forehead.

 

Vegeta's breath begun coming in little hitches as he pumped some more, holding his waist in place. Gods, his little ass was so tight, his muscles so hard and resilient, and he pushed, with all his strength, pounding him pointedly until he felt the cum shoot out and into Kakarrot's flesh. He arched his back like a bow and screamed loudly. Oh fuuuuuck”. Son kun trembled as he felt Vegeta's shaft pulsate inside him.

 

And they both fell over Bulma, limp. Their bodies were a tangle of sweaty limbs as they panted like sated animals. Bulma sighed heavily, and smiled stroking both their heads as they lay on top of the other. They breathed harshly no one uttering a single word for what seemed like a good ten minutes.

 

When their labored breaths subsided she broke the silence with a soft purr. “Mmm… that was great.” Bulma muttered almost to herself. She felt so good she wondered how she'd manage to go about life without doing this again. Vegeta stirred and slid above to kiss her but he noticed her flinch in pain underneath both of them. Having two full-blooded Saiyans squashing her was threatening to break her ribs. He knew how delicate she was and quickly got up, a rush of blood to the head making him dizzy after such a mind-numbing climax.

 

“Geta, Bulma…” Kakarrot lay resting on his woman's cum covered bossom. It seemed it had gotten all over them, a pungent smell of sex hovering in the air.

 

“I have to go.” He sounded angsty, as if the thought of abandoning them was enough to rip his soul apart.

 

“Kakarrot” Vegeta knelt on the carpet and grabbed the back of his head, forcing him to look straight into his eyes. “Don't fucking do your stupid shunkan idou on me”. He whispered. “We're not done yet.”

 

Both Bulma and Kakarrot smiled dreamily, already tasting the wretched, steaming sex to follow.

 

“Son-kun… you tired?”

 

He smiled and propped his weight on an arm. “No... I never get tired”.

 

Vegeta smirked and glanced back at Bulma. “Woman… let's move into the bedroom.” He could feel himself getting hard again as he said the words.

 

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The water ran warm in the steamy little nook that was the shower as she lathered herself with raspberry vanilla foam. She was still half dazed, smiling dreamily from having cummed so many times in the span of a few hours. Sex with a Saiyan was mind-blowing, but sex with two, well… there just weren't any words that did it justice. It had been another one of those long, hot afternoons grunting and orgasming together in their room, until all three were left moaning in spine-tingling satisfaction. She was satiated, her aching sore body attested to it, but even now in the midst of the aftermath of their love making, her wicked mind didn't stop.

 

All the time their sessions always involved Vegeta subjecting Son-Kun and dominating him under the power of his thrusts until the other one whimpered and screamed in all-consumming ecstasy. It was enough to plunge both her and her husband into climaxes so strong she felt her head was going to explode, but she secretly craved something else. Now that the cat was out of the bag, she had been toiling with the idea of tilting the balance the other way.

 

She flinched when she heard the door to the shower open. Speak of the devil. Vegeta climbed in, looking relaxed, lazy eyes setting on her before he hugged her from behind and nuzzled her damp hair.

“Did he leave already?”

 

“Hn…” He replied, a tiny nod against her face. She could almost feel him smiling. He seemed completely at peace with life for the very first time in his life. There were no issues to settle, no wrongs to right.

 

Vegeta licked his woman's ear, enjoying the sweet, moist taste. He moaned behind her ear. Both his body and his mind were relaxed after so many hours of tossing around in bed. There was something deeply pleasing about the war he fought with Kakarrot in bed, with his woman as his sole witness. She stoked both their fires, ever higher, until the story ended the same way it always did, with him on top, him the victor, venting his power and lust on the sweet little ass that had been his unconscious obsession for so long.

 

She let him knead her breasts and graze his thumb over the sensitive nipples that ached in pain and pleasure to his touch.

 

“Gods, Vegeta, it's all you ever wanna do… have sex, don't you ever get tired.” She chuckled teasingly, turning around to kiss him deeply, heatedly.

 

He snorted, “Look who's talking. Woman, you can take more cock than an Ixian nymph.”

 

She punched his chest lightly. “And I'd say poor Son-kun can too. You bang him so hard and for so long I sometimes feel a little worried.”

 

“Woman, if there was anything to worry about, he wouldn't cum three or four times while I'm doing so, wouldn't you say?”

 

She issued a hard slanted smile and crossed her arms, standing beneath the soft drizzle of the showerhead like a statue.

 

Vegeta placed a palm against the tiles of the shower and leaned on it, eying her beneath fiery irises.

 

He groaned. “Ok woman, out with it, for fuck's sake. Say whatever it is you want to say.”

 

She secretly wondered if he had any idea of just how delectable he looked, rivulets of water gliding down every crevice of his well cut body. No wonder Son-kun threw himself at him like a little boy pining to be touched every time he flew in through the window of their bedroom. He kept coming for more, and they both loved it, Vegeta wearing what seemed like a twenty-four hour erection all the time while waiting for him.

 

“I know you Saiyan no Ouji, I know what you're doing. You're taking advantage of the situation to bend him under your will and boost your ego. You feel good hearing him cry your name out repeatedly, knowing he might be stronger than you in that little two person race you have going on, but he's weaker than you in bed. He's quicker to let go and ask for the deliverance of your pleasuring hands.”

 

“And it's suddenly my fault he wants my cock so bad?” He stood upright, crossing his hands to mimic her pose. “Tell me again woman, how is that my fault?”

 

She sighed and uncrossed her arms to stand with them akimbo. “Tsk tsk. Don't do that Oujisama. Don't forget who you're talking to. I know you secretly believe in some deep dark corner of that seedy little mind of yours that his yours to do as you please, but that isn't right. It isn't right to take advantage of just how much he desires you and use sex as some sort of sado dominating ploy.”

 

“Woman, he enjoys it doesn't he? What the hell is wrong then? You enjoy it too. I know that for a fact. We're on the same bedroom. I'd be damned if it isn't your moans that pierce through my ears leaving me half-deaf.”

 

She slid her arms to encircle his thick strong neck. “I do like it, but you know what I'd like even better? To see the roles reversed. You don't understand you own him just as much as he owns you, you don't want to admit it.”

 

He growled softly and averted his eyes.

 

“I know it's hard climbing down and letting someone else take control, believe me. I used to be the one on top every time before you came into my life. It was then that I learned how blissful being the one dominated can be. It was liberating too, the only moment I felt like I was letting go completely and allowing my body take over my mind. I know you can do so too…”

 

He shook his head and pressed her soft body to his hard muscles. “No. I can't do that. Things stay the way they are and that's final. I'm not his to mount. He's mine, you're mine.”

 

“Vegeta, you're fucking ours too and things will never be right until you're prepared to fully accept that.”

 

She unhooked her arms from his neck, pushing him away softly. “I won't be the same until you let him get his turn. I know he needs to feel he is every much a part of you as you are a part of him. He… Vegeta, he adores you beyond belief, and the minute he touches you and goes inside you, it won't be in some sickly twisted domination attempt. He'll do it out of sheer love.”

 

Vegeta groaned.

 

“I know you can't live without me, just as you can't live without him. It's a triangle…a perfect equilateral triangle. No side is longer.”

 

“Woman, spill it out. I know the way your mind works. You're telling me this because you've already plotted a way to make that happen.” He suspected he was being cornered into another one of her sneaky little traps that somehow always got him where she wanted him. When things got to this point there was really very little he could do.

 

She issued a full fledged grin, incisors bared beneath those supple full cherry lips. “You'll see”. She trailed a finger down the indentation in the middle of his chest. “Or rather… you will not.”

 

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The sweltering evening was heavy with anticipation as he laid on Bulma and Vegeta's big, king-sized bed. The silken sheets felt sinfully good against his skin. He wasn't used to this decadence, the opulence both in their home in the richness of their sexuality. He closed his eyes and smiled in boyish anticipation. Chichi had decided to break it off with him a few months ago, adducing a need to reassess her feelings and put her mind in order. He felt alright with that, and even though there was some aching inside where she'd dwelled before, he still felt the most complete he'd ever been in his entire life.

 

Oneesan… big sister. Even if it sounded a little strange to still call her that, he couldn't avoid using the moniker. It enveloped every bit of innocent affection and strident desire he'd always felt, even if it'd secretly boiled beneath his own radar.

 

And Geta...

 

Gokou smiled remembering how he still snorted every time he called him by the newly acquired term of endearment. He stretched his naked slender figure in the bed, bending an arm behind his head. The other one trailed down to slide down his hardness. Geta was just fire over fire, rolling endlessly over him.

 

He turned to face the door when it clicked open and Bulma walked in, guiding Vegeta by the hand. Gods, she wore nothing, absolutely nothing but a thin choker around her neck. He could feel her scent of musk and lavender all the way to where he was. Geta had been training, a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his well defined muscles and he wore nothing but a pair of tight training shorts. That and a blindfold.

 

Gokou smiled, his lips curling in dense expectation. He looked gorgeous, firm regal nose sniffing the air for his scent. Vegeta licked his lips in anticipation the minute he smelled the other Saiyan's arousal. It was only natural his other senses increased when his eyes were covered.

 

Bulma smiled. “Vegeta, I've always felt particularly attracted to you when you emerge from that gravity chamber with your hair messy and your body covered in sweat. The shower you took before training is more than enough… I don't want to miss out on that sweet, salty taste.”

 

He smirked and reached out to cup the apex of her thighs, sliding a finger inside her. She gasped at his quick motion and held onto his shoulders, bending her neck back to whimper.

 

Gokou slid to sit on the edge of the bed, stroking his shaft eagerly. She turned to look at him and her heart nearly stopped. He was a vision of hard muscle and long slender limbs, wearing an expression as fierce as the one he only acquired when he fought.

 

Vegeta pulled the finger out and sucked on it before issuing a feline grin. “Dammit woman, you're ready so soon.” He turned his head in Gokou's direction, sniffing the air. “And so are you Kakarrot.” He reached up and tried to remove the mask before Bulma fastened unwavering hands on his wrists.

 

“No! Not today Vegeta. Leave it on or I bolt, both me and Son-kun.” A growl rumbled in his chest at her terse warning. She then moved towards the bed, pulling him with her. When she arrived, she looked down with wide adoring eyes into Gokou's face. His expression became sheepish under the heat of her eyes but it suddenly shifted back to lust as his lips parted when she bent over to kiss him. They both moaned softly as their tongues flicked in and out while they drank of each other.

 

“Gods…” He mumbled against her lips and she chuckled lightly, breaking the kiss to straighten her spine and turn back to join her mouth with Vegeta's. She shared the younger Saiyan's flavor and saliva in a scorching nipping of lips. Vegeta kissed and bit back, breathing harshly against her.

 

Gokou's eyes clouded with desire as he fastened them on her ass. It was almost in his face and he grabbed her waist to hold her firmly and twirl his tongue along the length of her cheeks.

 

She whimpered against her husband's mouth when she suddenly felt the other Saiyan's hands pull her down to make her sit on his lap, his entire hard penis burying inside her in one quick motion.

 

Vegeta discarded his shorts, reached out and grabbed the back of her head to push her towards his own erection, reveling in the heat of her mouth as it took his entire length until the tip reached her throat.

 

“Oh… yes…” He held her hair as she sucked. All the while she felt Son kun's stronghold on her waist as he moved his hips to slide into her repeatedly. She issued guttural noises while she sucked Vegeta, fastening her hands on the sides of his powerful, muscled thighs.

 

“Gods…” he threw his head back, fighting the urge to cum so early. She was too good, had always been so good it was almost scary. The woman knew how to work him like only someone with years of practice could do so. A nip underneath the throbbing head of his cock, a light flick of her sleek tongue on the little hole at the very tip, strong hands pulling his skin down as far as it could go.

 

He could hear the sound of Gokou slapping his body against her and he grinned widely. “Yes, fuck her Kakarrot…”

 

Bulma took her mouth off his penis and smiled wickedly. “Not today Vegeta. Today you're not issuing orders.” She released him and he frowned at the coldness of her retreat. “Woman…”

 

She chuckled sexily and twisted her upper body around to lick Son-kun's lips as he continued pistoning in and out of her. They both sobbed into each others mouth and Bulma could hear Vegeta's irritated growl at feeling completely neglected. She knew he was a second away from slipping the blindfold off and taking them both by storm.

 

He felt a half-insane need to tear them apart and punish them for their insolence by grinding them under his thrusting body. He needed to be the one in charge, the one in the middle, and knowing they enjoyed each other without him… it was simply unacceptable.

 

“Fuck me Son-kun. God, you're so wide and long”. Vegeta's eyes widened under the bandage. Gods, the woman was driving him insane, her moans were so thickly heavy with raw desire he felt his balls begin to turn blue.

 

Vegeta ground his teeth. “No…” He whispered, fists clenched to his sides.

 

“He feels too good inside me Vegeta, too good. Oh Kami, he's stretching me completely.”

 

“Kakarrot!” Vegeta spat. “Stop… stop… Bulma… stop”

 

“No.” Her tone was cold. “Saiyan Ouji… you're going to kneel down and lick me while he fucks me.”

 

He gasped and shuddered. It was taking all his control not to tear the stupid blind fold off and see with his own eyes how they squirmed together. How… gods, how dare they? He cursed himself when he felt a current of merciless desire spear him between the thighs.

 

He felt the feverous need to watch how his Kakarrot, his woman, enjoyed each other with unbridled insolence as he… as he simply stood there.

 

Both Goku's and Bulma's legs were open as she sat on his erection. She spoke with a soft, velvet tone, “What are you waiting for Vegeta-sama? Lick me as he goes inside.” It came out between the throaty groans she and Son Kun were emitting.

 

Vegeta knelt on one knee, sliding hands that felt like burners over the supple skin of her thighs. The smell of sex was so inflamed, so heavy it rushed inside his nostrils and right into his brain. He bent over and licked her nub, unable to avoid licking Kakarrot's penis as well as it slid inside her. Vegeta groaned, his unattended cock threatening to explode. He smoothened his hands over Bulma's thighs until they came to rest over Kakarrot's hands as they gripped her hips.

 

And he licked again… and again, lapping over Kakarrot's cock as it went inside his woman, sucking on her clit as it stretched and unstretched from the pounding. He lowered his head to suck gently at Kakarrot's engorged ball sack. The younger Saiyan's thighs trembled and he inhaled sharply.

 

“Oh God, Geta….” He groaned, feeling control begin to slip him. He was about to cum…. He was about to.

 

Bulma ran her fingers over Vegeta's long standing spikes feeling his hot breath over her nether lips as he tortured both her and Son-kun with his wicked mouth. “Vegeta… God!” She arched back and began convulsing, her juices spilling down Goku's throbbing veiny cock for her husband to lap up. She kept screaming… an unintelligible sound that seemed to be a fusion of both their names.

 

She panted but was quick to come back to her senses, even under the heat that shot through her body. One more pump and Son-kun would come. She quickly got off and pulled Vegita upwards with her, kissing him ferociously and tasting herself on his wet lips.

 

“On your knees… on the bed… Oujisama.”

 

“Woman…” He croaked, unable to move. “I…”

 

“You've been good…” She breathed as she got on the bed pulling him from his penis so he got on himself. She laid back and kept kissing him with her mouth completely wide opened, hand reaching underneath to stroke his length. He hovered over her, kneeling between her legs and panting in all fours.

 

Son-kun smiled, feeling his heart hammering against his chest. Oh God, he'd dreamt about this moment for so long he could barely remember a time when he hadn't. He'd almost die to be able to own him completely and he couldn't believe he was about to.

 

He leaned over Geta's body and bit on the muscles of his back, kissing the smooth planes of his back further down… down over his spine until he reached his bottom. It was perfect, muscled and tight as hell and Gokou's entire body begun crying for its much needed release.

 

Bulma kissed Vegeta profoundly, nipping his lips, sucking as her arms flew over his shoulders. “God I love you so much Vegeta. You're the most beautiful thing my eyes ever set on.” He panted against her lips, completely unable to muster a single word, thoroughly lost to the heat of the mind tearing torment.

 

Son-kun, licked Geta's opening, spreading his cheeks with his scorching hands enough to flick his tongue inside.

 

“Kakarrrrrot... ah!” He screamed it against Bulma's mouth, breathing in and out sharply, his back arching up and down like a cat.

 

“Tell him you want him Vegeta.” She breathed into his mouth, hand still stroking his twitching cock. “Tell him how much.”

 

“Nnn…” He gritted his teeth. God's oh gods. He did need him, so much, so completely it was tearing him up in half.

 

Son-kun tried to plunge his tongue inside him but he was too tight. He sucked three fingers and slipped them in slowly feeling Geta's entire body quiver in excitement and clench over his digits.

 

“I…ndd you…”

 

“That's not enough Vegeta” She slapped his dick to the sides, making the pain on the sensitive head drive him to another wave of tormenting desire. “That's not good enough.”

 

He growled and arched his back once more as Son-kun drove his fingers in and out. “Yes…I---I, I need….gods, I need you Kkk…”

 

Gokou slipped his fingers out and quickly replaced them with his long shaft, sinking inside Geta's flaming body completely. His tight Saiyan heat sent bolts of energy shooting up his penis, making it feel as if it was blazing on fire.

 

“Geta!!” he roared and came inside him, pounding as fast as he could. He bent over to trail scorching kisses over his shoulder. “Geta, I love you… gods, I love you!”

 

He kept pounding, riding the climax on higher and higher waves until he felt he was a second away from dying out of sheer burning pleasure.

 

“Bu…Bulma…” Vegeta's voice was so hoarse with barely contained desire it broke in half.

 

“Come…” She whispered in his lips and he took the cue, spraying her thighs with his thick warm cum.

 

“Kakarrot… mo…more”

 

Son kun couldn't stop, he drove himself in deeper, a second orgasm boiling in his balls. “Geta come… come again with me.” He gasped repeatedly and he placed one hand on his shoulder, another one on Geta's hip as he slid in and out.

 

“Yes…” Bulma glided down enough to guide Vegeta's erection inside her making his arms flex to rest on the bed so he laid on top of her. Son-kun lowered his body as well, still inside Vegeta's clenched flesh.

 

And they both sandwiched the Saiyan no Ouji, who suddenly felt brave enough to pull the blindfold off. There were no more battles to wager, no more resentments or feeling of inadequacy to stave. He was one with his woman, buried inside her, Kakarrot one with him, penetrating him from behind. He felt the crushing pounding of his penis crumble the walls he had erected around his soul for so long, could almost hear them tearing down. The psychotic rivalry and rage smashed to smithereens and replaced with something sweet… something warm, like the breeze of spring after a long cold winter.

 

They writhed together, every pump making Vegeta go deeper inside his wife's squirming body. Her beautiful face contorting into a silent moan.

 

“Oh Kamiiiiiiiii….” She growled. It wasn't necessary to dictate, to issue orders. They all came at once, Gokou gasping and whimpering as he buried himself as deep as he could go, Vegeta doing the same in turn.

 

They all screamed each other's names in unison, making the bed creak with the force of their orgasm.

 

“Yes… yes… oh Goddssss.” Vegeta's strength wavered and he crumbled on top of Bulma, Son-kun kissing the base of his neck with heated little kisses. Their sweaty bodies merged into a heap of tremulous muscles as their ragged breath and pumping heart remained entrenched in the pinnacle of their climax.

 

The younger Saiyan moaned against his skin and slowly rolled off to lie on his back panting and smiling with eyes closed. Vegeta stretched his hand and smoothened it upwards over Gokou's ripped abdomen, up along his neck until he cupped his face and turned it around to make him face him. His woman's legs wrapped around his waist in a deadly grip as she kissed the base of his jaw, whimpering.

 

“…Kak…Kakarrot.” He whispered hoarsely.

 

Gokou tried to stabilize his breath and propped himself on his elbow, cupping his face in return. He looked into Geta's coal eyes behind his own dewy ones. “I'm yours…You're mine, forever.” Son-Kun whispered, barely audibly before kissing his lips. Vegeta savored his lips shuddering before splitting their mouths and rolling off to the other side, leaving Bulma nestled between them.

 

She'd never felt more whole, as she lay there, damp between the strong walls of their chests. No, she'd never been more complete in her entire life. She could tell if there was a definition of happiness this had to be it. A sudden wave of sleepiness broke over her and she moaned, letting her hands roam over both their strong bodies. They were hers, hers for now and forever, to savour and enjoy. What she hadn't been able to find in a human she'd find in the two more powerful beings in the face of the universe and she touched them again, smiling, closing her eyes and sighing deeply.

 

They moved as close as possible, cocooning her in their warmth, making her slip into a happy slumber. There was nothing that could touch her, nothing that could hurt her ever again. This feeling was as sweet and soft as the touch of a feather, as the sound of the sea.

 

“Geta… is this it? … Are we together?” He smiled at him from over the top of Bulma's lavender scented hair. Vegeta felt the liquid warmth of the aftermath begin to pull his muscles into full relaxation. His eyelids started getting heavy and he closed them before issuing a quick threatening smirk. “You're not going anywhere, Kakarrot. You said it yourself. Forever.”

 

Gokou closed his eyes and curled himself against Bulma's warmth, letting sleep overtake him. He drowsed away, a little smile firmly etched on his lips. And Vegeta's smirk widened before following both into a land of sweet oblivion. Yes, it was a triangle, an equilateral triangle that was fierce and unbreakable, untouchable beyond space and time... and he'd never been happier to be a part of it.

 

 

 

 

The End

 

A/N: It's an A/U ending, in a world were DBZ is a lot more adult. *winks*, and I'd love to be that woman…