Vegeta sprawled on his back on the bed, watching the woman finish adjusting the strap-on. She slicked lube over the peg and it surprised him how eager he was, how badly he wanted to be close with her this way again. Vegeta loved her so much sometimes that it was like an ache in his belly. An ache that nothing but her touch, being close to her, smelling her, could soothe.
She gave him a saucy smile as she climbed above him. She rubbed noses with him and kissed him deeply. "You want to be on your back, bad man?"
"Yes, I want to be able to see your beautiful face, touch your perfect body. Gods, woman, is there even an inch of you that isn't delicious?"
"Well later you can sample all of me to check. But right now you're mine," she purred. She wrapped her rough hand around his prick and stroked him, slippery with lube from the dildo.
Vegeta groaned at even her light touch. He curled up to kiss her and as he did so, her hand trailed down between his legs. "Spread your legs for me, Vegeta," she murmured, kissing more.
He did as she ordered, exposing his bud for her searching hand. She teased him with her fingers, but didn't push into him yet. He cupped her breasts in his hands and pinched her nipples. Twisted them to watch her thick blue eyelashes flutter down with pleasure.
She whispered, "Okay?" as she pressed harder against his opening.
"Yes," he breathed, relaxing as best he could. He was still a little tense. The vulnerability of letting her fuck him was intense, but he wanted it. He just had to get that message through to his body. He hadn't even masturbated internally since they last pegged, so his ass was as good as virgin again. "I want you, Bulma."
She slid two fingers deep inside him, pushing deep and finding his prostate with acumen that belied her inexperience with pegging. She gasped and grinned and tapped the sensitive organ. She added pressure until fluid poured out of Vegeta's slit. He writhed with pleasure that he hadn't had in so long. "Gods, woman, you're wrecking me," he growled.
She nodded, as though that was exactly her goal. "You want to finger me while I finger you?"
"No," Vegeta said and gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly. He spun her slowly so she could adjust her hand. She squealed happily as he spread her pussy over his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste her, wet and swollen from getting fucked in the shower. He tasted his own cum inside her and it made him moan. He loved that she let him come inside her. He slid two fingers into the slippery heat of her core and asked, "Can I finger your ass, woman?"
"Yeah, oh gods, you are so tight, Vegeta!" she gasped in answer, grinding herself back down on his face.
He withdrew his slick fingers and teased at her ass until she was mewling, driving her own fingers harder against his prostate. Her core trembled as he slid a finger deep inside her ass, licking her clit aggressively. He loved how badly she wanted his mouth, the way she rode his face relentlessly, hungrily, and finger-fucked him hard all the while.
She threw her head back as he worked her clit and she screamed, "Vegeta! Oh fuck! I'm coming!"
More of her moisture spilled into his mouth as she came and he lapped it up eagerly until she became too sensitive and lifted herself off him. She spun, kissing him. She hummed, "I can taste us both," and smiled. "You ready for me, bad man?"
"Yes, gods, yes, fuck me, woman!" Vegeta growled. His balls ached they were so ready to come, but he resisted as she'd come on his face. He wanted to watch her fucking him as he came.
She aligned the smooth head of the peg with his ass, but she only pulsed against his opening, gripping the back of his thigh and watching herself. "It's so hot to watch, Vegeta. Thank you for trusting me again."
"I love you, Bulma," Vegeta murmured and curled up to kiss her. As they kissed, she dipped inside him. He gasped and pulled himself open for her. She took him slowly, easing and teasing, for every bit she plunged in, she pulled back out almost as much. She rocked against him and the moment the peg hit his p-spot he gave a breathy, low, helpless moan. He was so primed and ready to come, that it took all of his considerable stubbornness to hold on.
She gave him a long hard thrust and he took her all the way to the hilt. She gasped, "Fuck, yes," and took the back of his other thigh in her hand. She gripped him and eased herself mostly out, then slammed herself back inside him. She repeated those slow, deep plunges again and again, gradually picking up speed until Vegeta felt like he was a nebulous blur of ecstasy. He didn't register anything beyond the hot, coiling pleasure in his belly and the beauty of her face as she fell apart like the peg was a part of her with nerves. Vegeta loved seeing her so undone by his pleasure, like she couldn't get enough of making him fall apart.
"Come for me, Vegeta. I want you to come while I rail you," she commanded and moved to take ahold of his prick.
He snatched her hand and spread it on his pec. "I don't need it. You're…you're hitting my spot perfectly. Fuck! Bulma!" Vegeta wailed as he slammed his hips up to meet her thrusts, sweat and water droplets from her hair cascaded down on him as she pounded him a final few times, carrying him through his aftershocks.
Heedless of the enormous puddle of cum, she collapsed on him and kissed him like she would die without his mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair, and kissed her harder, twisting his tongue with hers. He loved her. He loved this. He couldn't want anything more because this was so good. She was perfect. He loved her no matter what his title was.
They rinsed off again in the shower and he enjoyed the secondary thrill of hearing her laugh about his evening with Panchy. "You two, I swear, such troublemakers," the woman said, giggling as she got out of the shower.
"And…you…you don't mind? About the double date being camping? I know you're not…accustomed…to living out of doors the way that I am."
The woman raised a blue brow at him. "Um, I am not sleeping outside. I'll bring a capsule house. If you want to sleep in the dirt with those two, that's fine."
Vegeta pulled a face. "I'm not going to have a threeway with them. I gather from Piccolo's reticence about openly acknowledging it that they're on unstable footing—"
"I didn't mean that kind of sleep with them, Vegeta. Jeez. I thought maybe I'd fucked some of the horny out of you, but here you are, fifteen minutes after a solid pegging, talking about threeways."
"You're the one who suggested it!" Vegeta cried.
The woman threw her head back and laughed. "You're so funny what still trips you up linguistically. That isn't at all what I meant. So they've been together this whole time? It's been a few years now, hasn't it?"
"So it would seem. Piccolo has admitted to having a significant other, but always blushing to the tips of his ears. I'm not sure what that's all about. He's not normally so…shy. Perhaps Seventeen is the issue. I confess I'll be rather irritated if I find out that Seventeen is ashamed or some nonsense like that."
The woman gave him an incomprehensible expression of sadness and pleasure. "Aw, I think it's so cute how you and Piccolo are grumpy besties, flailing around and sucking at emotions."
"I…what?" Vegeta said, completely confused.
"You're worried about him, aren't you? Worried that Seventeen isn't treating him right?"
Vegeta considered this. He wondered if he was projecting his own mate-status insecurities onto Piccolo's relationship with Seventeen. He cautiously said, "Yes. I…am."
The woman kissed him and said, "I love that about you. That you're all mad and embarrassed when you care about someone. It's so adorable. You going to train today or just sleep off your hangover."
"I'm not that hungover. Gods your mother can drink though. Is she an android?"
"Maybe. Who knows? I have to go work, but I'll see you tonight. Love you," she said and kissed him soundly. She slapped his ass and left with a wink.
Vegeta didn't want to fret about the camping trip double date, but he became increasingly concerned that he would fuck things up with the woman somehow. Things were going so well. Why had he ever thought this was a good idea? "Fucking Panchy, that's why!" he grumbled to himself as he packed their things.
Trunks and Goten were going to go stay with ChiChi for the weekend, and Gohan would help her with any Saiyan level catastrophes. Vegeta's mind itched every time Goten went to ChiChi's, worried that she would keep him. As he got older and more self-sufficient, it seemed inevitable that she would wish her son returned to her. She only saw Goten as Vegeta's ward, but Goten was his son, even if he loathed the boy's idiot father. Not only that, but Goten was the only child on the planet who could possibly keep up with Trunks.
That sent his mind to wondering whether Marron, the child of the tiny human and Eighteen, would have strength enough to play with the boys now that they had better control over it. If Eighteen could procreate, did that mean Seventeen could as well? Were they modified on a cellular level so their superior strength and speed and resilience would be passed on to their offspring? Vegeta knew Piccolo wanted children, so would Seventeen give them to him?
Vegeta stopped what he was doing and took a deep breath. He was spiraling and being unnecessarily involved in his best friend's life. He worried too much. He was becoming such a soft, useless creature. He'd been a tiger when he arrived on Earth and now he was an elderly, de-clawed house cat with no teeth. It was shameful.
But why was he ashamed of it? What in the universe could possibly be more dangerous than Cell? True, he hadn't managed to defeat Cell, but he was foolish and arrogant then in a way he no longer was. Kakarot hadn't defeated Cell either. The boy had. Perhaps it was Gohan's destiny to be a hero, not Vegeta's. The boy was parading around West City in a strange outfit calling himself some ridiculous name in order to "fight crime." Vegeta found the very notion absurd. Gohan didn't even eliminate his foes. He simply called someone to come put them in giant cages. It was beyond strange.
He heard the softest soughing sound behind him and spun, forming a chi blast in his hand. He immediately relaxed and growled, "For fuck's sake, Piccolo, why would you ever sneak up on me?"
Piccolo stuffed his hands deep in the pockets of his tropical-plant-covered shorts. He wore a white tank and vivid blue button-down over it. Vegeta rarely saw Piccolo wear anything other than his gi and cape, so he assumed his fretting had somehow summoned the Namek away from yet another outing with his boyfriend. Vegeta assumed he was about to get a stern lecture.
"I didn't mean to sneak up on you," Piccolo grumped. "Bulma here?" Piccolo glanced around.
"You know damn well she isn't, don't pretend you can't sense the chi of a houseplant. Stop prevaricating and tell me why you're here. I'll be seeing you tomorrow night anyway."
Piccolo glowered at Vegeta. "Look…I…Are you or Bulma gonna be…weird?"
"What in the ever-loving fuck does that mean?"
"You know, about…about us? About me and Seventeen?"
"Why would we be weird? Weird how?" Vegeta asked, completely befuddled.
"Well, I mean, he tried to kill everyone, and the other timeline's version of him did kill you. And…I don't know…we're gay…and I know you don't care because of the whole Raditz thing, but…I don't know about Bulma. I just…he's…he's kind of shy."
"Yes, I gather you both are from the way you keep him hidden away," Vegeta said. Piccolo looked so stressed that he continued, "But of course not. The woman is with me and I murdered some of her friends and tried to destroy her planet, left her while she was with child. I doubt she even remembers Seventeen was a villain. She collects villains like it's a hobby."
Piccolo's frown hitched up into a half-smile on one side. "And the other?"
"Of course she doesn't care that you two are gay. Do people care about that?"
"Some do."
"Do you?"
"I am gay."
"I didn't even know people made a distinction until I got to Earth, but no. She won't care. She'll probably be overeager to be Seventeen's very best good chum so she can try to get dirty details out of him—"
Piccolo's eyes blew wide and he whipped his hands out, waving them back and forth. "No, dude, she can't do that. Can't she just…behave? Can't she be a little less Bulma?"
"I doubt it. All or nothing with that woman. It'll be fine, Piccolo. The two of you have been together a while, why are you this stressed?"
The other half of Piccolo's frown curled up into a small smile. It twisted off to the side. His nose wrinkled up as he said, "Well…I…I think we're getting kind of serious, you know? I don't want to fuck it up now."
"Like…mates?"
"What? No, like I think I might ask him to marry me. I guess that's kind of like mating," Piccolo said and shrugged, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"Don't you want him to be comfortable with your friends before you mate with him?"
"I feel like we're using mate differently," Piccolo said, raising a quizzical eyebrow.
"Why?"
"On Earth it usually means, you know, make someone pregnant."
"Oh! Does it? How strange. But the marriage thing is just a weird form of prostitution, the giving of a valuable object in order to secure exclusive rights to sex and intimacy?"
Piccolo's face collapsed in horror. "Fucking hell, Vegeta! This is why I'm glad I came to talk to you! Don't say anything, anything, even remotely like that when we're hanging out! That's a horrible thing to say!"
"What?! Why?"
"Because you make something special sound gross and…just…yuck. That. You. Godsdamnit! I'm tempted to cancel our double date if you can't behave!"
Bewildered, Vegeta asked warily, "But I did not intend to offend you or Seventeen."
"And yet. No. Marriage is not…not…prostitution! Fuck. Look, I'm really nervous about this weekend because I think he can do way better than me, but I don't think he knows that and I don't want to scare him off because I think he might just settle for me and that's enough. Even if he won't marry me," Piccolo said, his eyes cutting away from Vegeta's.
"I can understand that, at least. Do you love him?"
Piccolo's eyes slid back to Vegeta's. "Yeah, like an unhealthy amount. I'd do anything for him. It's weird. It's weird to have someone have that kind of power over me."
Vegeta pondered that for a long moment and said, "Yes. I suppose it is a kind of power isn't it?"
Piccolo nodded, but after a long quiet moment, his smile crept back and his blush returned. "I love him though. So don't make me look like a jackass. Please?"
"Oh hey, Piccolo! Ooooo, you look sexy in your civilian clothes. How's the secret boyfriend?" Bulma whispered conspiratorially as she came in, surprising them both.
Piccolo ground his teeth. "Bulma, please be chill with Seventeen. He's skittish. Okay?"
"Of course I'll be chill. We're going to have so much fun this weekend! I can't wait to see you two together. I bet you're super cute."
Piccolo's entire skin turned purple and Vegeta though he was potentially having a stroke. Bulma carried on heedless. "It took Vegeta a little bit to figure it out, you know, because of the whole chi thing, because apparently you taught him to feel sexy time chi, which is a little skeevy, Piccolo." She waggled a finger at him.
Piccolo's mouth dropped open and his face swung back to Vegeta. "Are you spying on us? Gross, Vegeta!"
"What?! No! Woman, stop that! She goaded me, long ago, to see who you were wearing a suit for. Not…Not sex! I don't spy on you."
Bulma tapped her chin thoughtfully and said, "Where did you even get a suit, Piccolo? You're huge."
Piccolo flared a nostril at her, closed his eyes, and his casual summer attire blinked out of existence, replaced by an elegant suit that fit him perfectly. "Magic, Bulma, remember?"
"Oh, right, yeah. That's handy, I bet, at your size."
"It's fucking handy at any size, but yes, especially when you're green and seven foot fucking five."
"Don't be all pissy, Piccolo. Why are you crabby? We're going to have so much fun this weekend and we get to meet your boyfriend."
Vegeta considered mentioning Piccolo's intention to propose marriage to the lithe little android, but Piccolo's outfit returned to his summer clothing and he glared at Bulma and Vegeta. He pointed a long, clawed finger at both of them and said, "Don't fuck with my boyfriend or no one will ever find your bodies." He strode out to the balcony and took off.
Bulma turned wide eyed to Vegeta and cracked up. "What the heck was that all about?"
He laughed too, unable to help himself. "I think he's just nervous and trying to blame it on us."
"Maybe we should head to the island tonight, do a little reconnaissance?" she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him as she wound her arms around his neck.
"So naughty, woman, you just want a little Piccolo peep show, don't you?"
She threw he head back and guffawed, then slapped his pec. "No. Jeez, Vegeta. I just wonder why Piccolo's so nervous."
"I think he's just in love and it's…stressful…sometimes to be in love."
She tilted her head off to the side, her long blue locks straightened today and hanging down like a silky curtain. "Why is it stressful to be in love?"
He stared into her eyes for a long moment. "Maybe it's only stressful for people like me and Piccolo—"
"What do you mean like you and Piccolo? Aliens?"
He shook his head and snickered. "No, not aliens. Villains. People undeserving of love, so if we luck into it, we're always a bit edgy about losing it. Someone like you will always find love. You deserve to be loved and loved well, but someone like me, well…then it's just a gift. A moment of the universe looking the other way."
She pressed her forehead to his and held him. She kissed him deeply. When she pulled away she said, "You do deserve love, Vegeta. And I would love you, even if you didn't."
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