Vegeta acquiesced to taking the woman's ridiculously slow aircraft to their honeymoon destination. She refused to tell Vegeta anything about it. "Come on, woman, you wouldn't even let me see my own fucking suitcase for fear it 'gave it away.' Why can't you tell me now that we're wedded and soon to be bedded?"
"I already told you that I want it to be a surprise. Now behave or I'll have to gag you too," she purred and sat sidesaddle on his lap in her beautiful dress.
"Don't take this sight away from me, woman, you're too perfect not to look at every fucking moment," he growled and groped her ass with one hand and cupped her bejeweled breast with the other.
"I guess you'll have to enjoy me with your other senses, bad man," she said and tied a black silk blindfold over his eyes.
His breath caught at how good she smelled. It was easy when he lived in it to forget to savor that scent. Now, deprived of sight, he pressed his face into her cleavage and took a dragging breath through his nose. She giggled. The sound was so sweet that he couldn't help himself as he blew hard and pressed his lips on one then the other, motor-boating her.
The woman laughed and squirmed and clutched at him. "Vegeta! Oh for fuck's sake!"
Vegeta loved the sound of her laughter. "I'm simply appreciating how perfect your breasts are, even without sight," he said and nipped his way up her neck to her jaw, following it to her mouth. "Don't deprive me of everything, woman."
She leaned into the kiss, pressing her body to his and threading her fingers into his hair. She tugged at his bow tie and he finally had release from the torment of that accessory. "Gods, woman, you do know how to turn me on."
"Oh yeah? By taking off your bow-tie?"
"That's possibly the sexiest thing you've ever done in our entire relationship," Vegeta teased, wishing he could see her face.
He could hear her smile as she said, "Hmm…I wonder what else you might enjoy me taking off you, my sexy husband."
Her slender fingers danced down the placket of his shirt, eased him out of his coat and then the shirt. It was so sensual to feel her nail trail over the ridges of his muscles, circle his nipples until they were as hard as his cock. His mouth watered, wanting to taste her. He moved forward carefully so he didn't head-butt her and pressed his mouth to the soft skin of her neck he encountered. He murmured, "I can't use all my other senses if you don't let me taste you."
"True, but I have plans, bad man, and you might be briefly pissed, but then I think you'll thank me."
"What—" before Vegeta could get more words out, someone brained him and the world went dark.
Vegeta, fortunately, was accustomed to blows to the head and Saiyan brains were not as fragile as humans. Nonetheless, the woman was right, he was pissed. Who even could brain him? Certainly not her. He reached up to rub the back of his head and found that he no longer had the blindfold. He opened his eyes.
But Vegeta wasn't awake. He was dreaming.
"Your Majesty is awake. It's time for the ceremony," Piccolo's voice boomed.
"What the actual fuck?" Vegeta muttered. Piccolo, Seventeen, Gohan, the weakling, the clown, they were all there. They were all…in Saiyan royal guard uniforms. Even Goten and Trunks were in little uniforms and armor. Vegeta's throat tightened upon seeing his sigil on Trunks's breastplate. He wore a cape as well. As befitted the Saiyan prince.
Vegeta wanted to ask questions, but the doors to the hall—the Saiyan throne room, though it wasn't right, it…felt…right—flew open. Piccolo bellowed, "The Honorable Dr. Briefs and his beloved mate, Panchy present their daughter, Bulma Briefs to become your mated queen."
Panchy and Dr. Briefs wore the clothing of Saiyan nobles who were past fighting age. Just longer armor, the capes, and gloves befitting people of their wealth and status. Vegeta's mouth dropped open and he suddenly thought to look at himself. He was wearing Saiyan armor with pauldrons, a lush red cape draped on his shoulders, puddled around him where he slumped in a chair. No. A throne. The Saiyan throne. Or close enough.
The woman's parents stepped to opposite sides and between them, she strutted forward between them. She wore the royal consort's armor, gleaming white, and her battle suit was rich cobalt blue, her legs bare except knee-high white boots. Her pauldrons were much smaller, her cape a lighter fabric, and her gloves went up to her elbows, tight and sexy. Vegeta almost moaned at his royal crest on her luscious breast.
She marched before him and dropped to one knee as she would have if he were actually a crowned king. He stood in a daze. He supposed there was no harm in pretending. The effort she had gone to in order to give him this fantasy. To declare herself his mate publicly, more than a wife. His queen.
Piccolo recited in atrociously accented Saiyan, "His Majesty King Vegeta the Fourth names Bulma Briefs as his mate and Queen, binding them for eternity, bringing him a fine cub, and fighting alongside him to the best of her abilities. The court recognizes our new Queen. Bow before her and let the vows be spoken."
The players dropped to a knee and bowed their heads as the woman rose to her feet. Trunks and Goten scurried forward and Vegeta saw they each held a crown as he had described them to Bulma years earlier. His eyes stung. How had he ever doubted her love and commitment? Seventy years with Bulma Briefs was more valuable than all the years of all the women in the rest of the universe combined.
Vegeta placed a crown on her head and said, "Oon soqve ya vku-minai, jaival ren vku-rulvek, amana ren vku-colfti. Vku-tseeka, vku-sot, vku-aiya." You're the beat of my heart, the breath of my lungs, the blood in my veins. My mate, my only, my soul.
Vegeta's heart thundered in anticipation. The woman's gorgeous eyes glittered with unspilled tears and she said, "Oon peek tol vku-ginai, lomak ren vku-tokle, petrik tol vku-quvla. Vku-tseeka, vku-sot, vku-aiya." You are the sun on my skin, the wind in my hair, and the rain on my tongue. My mate, my only, my soul.
Her accent was much, much better than Piccolo's. She threaded the crown into his wild mane and grinned. "Make me your mate, Vegeta, my king," she whispered.
Vegeta kissed her deeply, swept her up in his arms, and growled, "If my queen would be so kind as to point me to the royal bedchamber?" He looked up and said, "The court is dismissed, and your King and Queen are pleased you could attend us." A part of Vegeta felt foolish, but another part of him felt so…cared for. So loved.
Piccolo smirked at Vegeta as he left and Vegeta realized that Piccolo had been pumping him for information for weeks all under the guise of being despondent and drunk over Seventeen. Vegeta turned to his queen and said, "Was he faking? Is Seventeen going to marry him after all? You lot are sneaky."
"Is that any way to address your royal consort, your Majesty?" she purred and stretched her arms, adjusting her gloves, like she knew what it was doing to him to see her like that.
He whispered, "My Queen, did…did you mean it? I'm afraid it will hurt you…"
His queen's ferocity flashed in her blue eyes. "Do not insult your queen by suggesting she's weak. You will make me your mate as custom demands. As your heart demands."
She kicked open a door from his arms and revealed a sumptuous room, fit for a king and a queen. The bed was massive and candles surrounded it, well away from the draping, gauzy canopy. There was a table laden with his favorite foods, and he could smell her strap-on was here, new lube, and other scents, metal and leather. There was champagne in an ice bucket gilded with the crest of House Vegeta. The flutes had silver sigils.
His queen shoved out of his hold and stood before him. She backed toward the bed and unfastened the cape. It fluttered down around her feet. She tugged the armor up and off, leaving her in a skimpy blue battle suit, sleeveless and legless. She peeled it away and Vegeta groaned. Her breasts almost overflowed out of a bra made of shimmery silver material with a blood-red Vegeta crest on the cup of each side. If her breasts had to be holstered, there was no sexier way. Her panties had the sigil too, her blue curls defined behind it.
"Come, my mate, vku-tseeka, come bed your queen," she purred and crawled onto the bed. Her ass was bare, the panties were a thong, but beyond that, she was branded.
Vegeta gawked and stammered, "M-m-my queen…When did you get that done?" At the base of her spine, she had tattooed his sigil above the very well-done likeness of a tail scar. Like she had had a tail but removed it to be like him. To be united with him in the amputation.
She arched an eyebrow at him and ran a gloved hand over her perfect cheek. "Do you like it?"
"Fuck, yes, gods, I…My queen, I'm not worthy of you, but I will try to be. Every minute of my life, I'll try to be worthy."
"You already are, my king," she whispered and kissed him deeply. She still had her gloves and her boots on as she moved farther onto the bed and brought him with her using the lure of her lips.
He started tugging at his clothes, but she bit her lip and said, "I want you to fuck me in full regalia. I want to fuck a king."
Vegeta's jaw dropped yet again, like he might never be able to keep his mouth closed around her. Her gloved hand slipped into his uniform and stroked his cock, so hard and aching for her that he moaned at the light touch, the fine fabric of her glove. She twisted her hand and caressed his balls as she shoved his pants out of the way just enough to free him.
She shimmied out of her panties with her other hand. Vegeta spread her legs wide, still wearing his own gloves. He pressed his mouth to her perfect pussy. He sucked her clit hard, hungry for her, desperate even. "Vku-tseeka, vku-sot, my mate, my only, you are perfection. You taste better than the blood of my enemies." He knew that normally this statement might alarm his queen in the bedroom, but here, in their magical bubble of Vegeta-sei, it was the aching truth in his heart.
"Oh gods, Vegeta, your mouth feels fucking amazing," she gasped.
He flicked his tongue back and forth on her clit until she whimpered and bucked toward his face. He paused and loomed up over her, pulling his glove off with his teeth, and plunged two fingers into the wet heat of her core. "Bulma, my mate, love of my life, you are mine. Vkai," he said, his voice feral and low. He dropped to lick her into climax, and pushed his fingers deeper, helping her climb high and fast.
She screamed and her legs clamped tight against his ears as her pussy tightened and squeezed his fingers. "Fuck me, fuck me, and make me your mate, Vegeta, my king. Make me yours!" she commanded.
"I can't deny my queen," he said and drove into her hard. He cried out at how good it felt to be sheathed inside her like this, knowing that she was his forever, that he would never have to fear her tiring of him again. That he could let himself focus only on loving her. He rolled his hips but kept himself upright to look down at her. She was so perfect and somehow she loved him back.
She swung her legs up over his shoulders. "Is this how you make me your mate, my king? Is this how you show me your strength?" Her eyes were wild in the candlelight.
Vegeta took it for the invitation it was and started to piston into her until she was holding on to him and screaming his name while they floated in the air off the bed because he couldn't keep his chi down. Her nails raked down his back and he let her scratch him so the coppery scent of blood filled the electric air. He whispered Saiyan praise in her ear and told her how beautiful and perfect she was. He didn't care if she understood because he felt in his heart that she knew already.
He slammed into her deeper and cried, "Metul ni assot qi, vku-karam!"
His queen obeyed and her body surged toward his, spasming on his cock, and he pressed his mouth to the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder and sank his teeth into her as he sank his prick into her a final time, spending himself with a whimpering cry as her blood pooled up around his teeth. He eased out of the bite to lick it clean and he lowered his chi.
His queen's mouth opened on him in the mirrored place and she bit down. He lowered his chi more when nothing happened and then he felt his skin tear. She sucked at the wound, tasting his blood on purpose and he moaned and drove his hips forward to feel her aftershocks as they joined. She eased away and lapped at it before kissing his mouth, their blood mingling.
She gave him a haughty smirk and said, "Vku-tseeka. Vkai. You're mine, my king. Forever."
"Fuck yes, my queen. Vkai. Vk karam oon, I love you." He nuzzled her and kissed the bite softly. "Are you alright?"
"It was so hot, Vegeta. I'm glad we're mated. I'm so happy I could try to give you a night of your kingdom."
He caressed her face with his still gloved hand and kissed her again, looking into her eyes. "You didn't need to do all this, but it was wonderful. Thank you, beloved. My mate. My queen," he paused to kiss her again, "my wife."
"You're so welcome, my king and husband and mate. I'm so proud of you for using your words," she teased.
A chuff of laughter escaped him as he lowered them gently onto the bed and helped her clean up. She shed the bra and he admired her new tattoo as she swaggered across the room to put on a silken robe. He poured them champagne and asked, "How did you manage all this?"
"A lot of it I could make in capsule house form, the hardest part was not having you stumble into my lab while I had the designs out. But a lot of it is from Piccolo's magic. He would start describing something to me, get all crabby, wave his hand, and voilà, crowns or a throne or a really, really big bed. I think he forgets that you and me are like half his size."
"Maybe he just wanted us to not have to cuddle in a wet spot."
"Doesn't he know your trick for using chi to dry it?" she said as she peed. He smirked, remembering their early time together and her reluctance to piss in front of him.
"My queen, this may come as a surprise to you, but Piccolo and I don't often speak about our sexual proclivities and tricks. We often don't speak at all, just kick the shit out of each other."
She swatted his ass as they swapped places. "I know that's not true. You two are real, live friends now, you talk and everything. I heard you even asked him if he was doing okay with the whole wedding thing."
"Gods! Do you have a spy about!?"
"Maybe I do," she said and kissed him before sauntering back out to their ridiculous bed. "So should I go out and tell everyone you got it up and put it in me?"
Vegeta felt all the color drain from his face. He was the very opposite of modest and a little exhibitionism never bothered him, but the thought of a whole…crowd…awaiting the success of his coupling was slightly unnerving. She burst out laughing and bent double. "Ha! Gotcha! Your face, Vegeta, was priceless. Oh my gods, best wedding present ever."
Vegeta seized her by the hips as he came out of the bathroom. "You are a wicked queen and I may have to punish you."
"I like the sounds of that, bad man," she murmured against his lips as she kissed him.
"But first, I have an actual present for you. Well. A present for me too, but…I hope you'll understand." He looked around. "I had a bag? Is it here? Since you knocked me out, beloved, I have to ask where it is."
"Oh, all our stuff is over there. I didn't knock you out. I'm not abusive. So I had Piccolo knock you out. Which he did with pleasure, by the way, he wanted you to know that."
"Of course he did, that big bastard is going to be smug about getting the drop on me for the rest of my life."
He found the bag and he pulled out a black velvet box, snorting that he'd also had Piccolo make that. "He was a double agent, you know, working for you and for me to make our wedding presents."
Vegeta held it behind his back when she reached for it. He lowered himself into fighting stance. "Shall I treat you as a Saiyan bride? Make you fight me for it?"
"Oh, my king, it's like you don't know me at all," his queen said and she fell to her knees in front of him and drove his prick into her throat. His queen, his mate, was ruthless and cunning and skilled.
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