The Setup
It started as an ordinary day at Capsule Corp. Bulma had collected the Dragon Balls for a trivial wish—something about strawberries—but in her haste, she stumbled over her words. "I wish Vegeta could understand women better!" she blurted out. Shenron, the Eternal Dragon, interpreted the request literally. Before anyone could react, a surge of energy enveloped Vegeta, who was mid-training in the gravity chamber. His body reshaped: his broad shoulders softened, his waist cinched, and his chest swelled into full, firm breasts. In moments, Vegeta was no longer a male Saiyan warrior but a stunning female one, her spiky hair framing a sharp, feminine face.
"What the hell is this?!" Vegeta bellowed, her voice now a higher, commanding alto but dripping with the same arrogance. She glared down at her new form—still clad in her battle armor, now straining against her curves—and then at Bulma. "You incompetent fool! Fix this *now*!"
Bulma stammered an apology, explaining that the Dragon Balls were scattered again, leaving Vegeta stuck as a woman for at least a year. With a snarl, Vegeta stormed off to her room, her tail—still intact—lashing furiously behind her.
#### **Vegeta's Discovery**
Alone in her quarters, Vegeta locked the door and faced a full-length mirror. She couldn't deny it: she was striking. Her new body was lithe yet powerful, with toned legs, a narrow waist, and breasts that pushed against her undersuit. Curiosity gnawed at her Saiyan pride. She peeled off her armor, leaving only the tight undersuit, and ran her hands over her unfamiliar curves. The sensation was electric—her skin more sensitive than she'd ever known. Tentatively, she slipped a hand beneath the fabric, brushing her fingers over her new sex. A jolt of arousal shot through her. She was a virgin in this body, every touch a revelation. Her breathing quickened as she explored further, her fingers sliding along her slick folds, igniting a heat she hadn't anticipated.
#### **Krillin Enters the Scene**
Meanwhile, Krillin had arrived at Capsule Corp to visit Yamcha. Bulma, still flustered, intercepted him. "Krillin, I messed up big time. Vegeta's a woman now because of a wish, and she's not handling it well. Could you check on her?"
"Vegeta's a *woman*?" Krillin's eyes widened, but he nodded. "Sure, I'll see what I can do."
He approached Vegeta's door and knocked. "Vegeta? It's Krillin. Can I come in?"
A pause, then a curt, "Enter."
Krillin stepped inside and froze. Vegeta lay sprawled on her bed, armor discarded, her undersuit pulled down to her thighs. One hand rested between her legs, her cheeks flushed. She sat up abruptly, yanking her hand away, and fixed him with a glare. "What do you want, baldy?"
Krillin averted his gaze, blushing furiously. "Bulma asked me to check on you. I didn't mean to—uh—interrupt."
Vegeta stood, crossing her arms under her breasts, which only highlighted her new figure. "I'm fine. Just… adjusting." Her eyes flicked to Krillin, catching the bulge in his pants. She smirked. "Something catch your eye?"
Krillin swallowed hard. "I just… if you need help, I'm here."
"Help?" Vegeta stepped closer, her tone sharp but intrigued. "What kind of help could a weakling like you offer?"
"I mean, if you have questions or—" Krillin faltered.
Vegeta cut him off. "I'm not some fragile flower. But since you're here…" She paused, her pride warring with curiosity. "I've heard rumors about you, Krillin. That you've got the biggest cock among the Z Fighters. Is it true?"
Krillin's face turned scarlet. "W-Who told you that?"
"Doesn't matter. Show me." Her command brooked no refusal.
#### **The Encounter**
Krillin hesitated, but Vegeta's piercing gaze left no room for retreat. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, revealing his member—thick, long, and already swelling with arousal. Vegeta's eyes widened briefly before she masked her reaction with a scoff. "Not bad, for a human."
"Thanks, I guess," Krillin mumbled, half-embarrassed, half-proud.
Vegeta closed the distance, her hand darting out to grip him. Krillin gasped as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking with a mix of curiosity and dominance. "I want to feel this inside me," she declared, her voice low and husky.
"Are you sure?" Krillin asked, concern flickering through his arousal. "You're a virgin in that body. It might hurt."
Vegeta sneered. "I'm a Saiyan. I can handle it. I *want* to know what it's like."
Krillin nodded, helping her shed the undersuit entirely. Her body was a masterpiece—muscular yet curvaceous, her skin smooth and flushed with desire. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved, and between her thighs, her new pussy glistened, untouched and inviting.
He guided her back to the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He leaned in for a kiss, but Vegeta turned her head. "None of that soft nonsense. Just fuck me."
Respecting her wishes, Krillin aligned his cock with her entrance. He pressed forward slowly, the broad head parting her tight, virgin folds. Vegeta tensed, a sharp hiss escaping her lips as he stretched her. "Keep going," she growled, her hands fisting the sheets.
Inch by inch, he sank into her, her walls clenching around him, hot and wet. The sensation was overwhelming—her tightness gripped him like a vice, every movement sending shivers up his spine. When he was fully inside, Vegeta exhaled shakily, adjusting to the fullness. Then, with a flick of her tail, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Move."
#### **The Act**
Krillin began to thrust, slow and careful at first, but Vegeta wasn't satisfied. "Harder, faster," she demanded, her voice a mix of command and need.
He obeyed, picking up the pace, his hips slamming against hers. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies—wet slaps, Vegeta's moans, and Krillin's grunts. His massive cock plunged into her relentlessly, the thick shaft rubbing every sensitive spot inside her. Vegeta's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention, though she'd never admit it.
The pain of her first time faded, replaced by a building pleasure she couldn't ignore. Her Saiyan stamina kept her urging him on, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts. "Yes, like that," she panted, her voice raw.
Krillin, lost in the heat of her, reached down to rub her clit with his thumb. The added sensation made Vegeta's eyes snap open, a cry tearing from her throat. Her orgasm hit like a supernova—her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on him, pulsing with each wave of ecstasy. The sight and feel of her coming undone pushed Krillin over the edge. With a deep groan, he thrust once more and erupted, his hot seed flooding her, spilling out around his cock as he filled her completely.
#### **The Aftermath**
They collapsed together, sweaty and breathless. Vegeta recovered first, sitting up with a scowl that didn't quite hide her satisfaction. "That was… enlightening."
Krillin grinned, brushing damp hair from her face. "Glad I could help."
Vegeta swatted his hand away, suddenly self-conscious. "This changes nothing. I'm still Vegeta, and I'll return to my true form."
"Of course," Krillin said, pulling on his pants. "But if you need anything until then…"
She smirked. "I might. Now get out."
As Krillin left, Vegeta lay back, staring at the ceiling. Her new body had surprises she hadn't expected—and maybe, just maybe, she didn't entirely hate them.