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The Earth woman is a strange creature.
She seems to have no sense of self preservation at all as she carries on at me, screaming and pointing and goading me to anger, thrusting her finger into my chestplate.
I had come here looking for the dragon ball that I know the half breed and the tiny monk are hiding. Instead of them, I was greeted by this banshee.
It is not the only time that I have seen her here on the planet of the Nameks. The first was when I had killed Zarbon in front of her and the others.
Before I’d fought and defeated him, she’d been hiding behind the monk, cheering and whooping. Screaming out something about being in love. I’d originally thought she was catcalling that disgusting crocodile.
That is, until I turned and found her eyes directly on me.
She must be insane.
I come back to the present as she jabs that ridiculous little finger into my armor again.
I should break it.
Alternatively, I find myself staring at her, at the way her ki flickers hot and bright.
How is she still alive on this planet?
I grab her hand to move her away from me, and instead of recoiling in fear, she puffs up, a determined look in her eyes.
She licks her lips and looks down at my hand.
“I’ll never tell you where it is. So just get over it.”
Her scent flares around her. It is oddly sharp.
I dismiss it. Earthlings always smell strange.
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, a prickle hits the back of my neck. There are three ki signatures approaching. I cannot tell who they are, only that they are strong.
They will likely be able to pick us up on our scouters soon, no matter how much I lower my own ki.
I decide quickly that we must leave this place. I refuse to let them have any idea where the dragon ball must be.
Taking immediate action, I grab the Earth woman by the waist and fly us out of the cave she has been hiding in. She beats at my chest for a while, yelling profanities and cursing my name once more.
I hold back a laugh as her fists grow weary. Pathetic. I notice that her smell continues to change, although it could be from her own fear. More concerning is a bright pink rash on her arm that I had not noticed before.
I fly lower, the wind cutting between us as she sags forward, her breath stuttering wetly against my collarbone. For the first time, I feel the heat of her scalp through my suit.
Feeling as if we are far enough out of range from the others for now, I look around for a safe place to land. I soon spot a thick grove of trees with enough cover that I know we won’t be seen from the air.
I need to get the human to awaken. I need to find out where she hid the dragon ball. We are still close enough to our takeoff location that it would not take me long to go back and retrieve it.
Once I have it, I will snap her feeble neck for even daring to deceive me.
I land in the dense woods, setting her down carefully on her back on the ground. I do not know just how fragile her species is, and I need to keep her useful to me for now.
I look down at her.
Her skin is burning. Her scent has changed once more to something sweet, almost fragrant.
Every inhale drags it deeper into my lungs.
I crouch beside her, intending to shake her awake.
She arches instead.
She groans a little, and looks up at me with half lidded eyes.
“Woman,” I demand, attempting to gain her focus. “What the hell is the matter with you? Tell me where you hid the dragon ball, immediately.”
Instead of answering, her mouth lolls open. I watch with a mixture of fascination and horror as she begins to squirm around on the ground. She claws at her yellow dress as I stare. I take a few steps back from her, wondering if she has been either drugged or infected with some sort of Namekian virus.
As I move, her eyes snap up, searching and finding my own.
Her soft pink tongue dips out to wet her plush lower lip. My back hits something, and I realize it is the trunk of one of the Namekian trees. I am still standing fairly close to her, at her feet. Her skin is flushed and red all over, and her eyes have taken on a slick shine. They seem even brighter in the shaded space if that were possible.
She looks at me intently, as if to speak.
Instead, she begins to breathe in desperate gasps, exhaling the most lascivious and obscene sounds.
The tips of my fingers begin to burn where I dig them into the trunk of the tree.
To make matters worse, she continues to pull at her dress, rucking it around her hips. She struggles, exhausted, and her legs fall open. Her pupils blow wide.
The air thickens with the scent I noticed before, now multiplied and incredibly overwhelming.
“What,” I breathe. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Don’t know.” She finally speaks.
Her hands shake as she twists them in the hem of her dress. I feel my knees begin to wobble.
“I think. Think I touched something. Started feeling strange a moment ago.”
I cannot even process this before she arches into the air. Her thighs begin to shake as she whimpers and moans.
My hold on the tree increases, and I am afraid I might rip it out by the roots.
“What. Did you touch?” I grind out, trying not to open my mouth too far for fear I will taste too much of her in the air.
She continues to thrash for a moment, and I wonder if she has even heard me. Eventually, she answers.
“Red plant. Looked like aloe. From Earth. Had a salve inside. Got…burned…” she trails off holding up her affected arm, but it is enough for me to put two and two together.
This planet is hostile. There are some plants here that can dissolve armor. What in the gods’ names has she done?
Suddenly, she turns over, her stomach to the ground.
She slides onto her knees and opens her legs even further. As if…as if presenting herself to me.
She begins to whine out words, most of them unintelligible.
But the way she looks…
Even though I have never lain with another creature, I know enough about my own species and others to know what the invitation to fuck looks like.
If she were a Saiyan, her tail would be twitching in the air. A signal for her partner to grab it. Wind it around their hand and pull. A sign that they offer themselves willingly. A start to the mating process.
I feel my cock constrict and grow heavy, and I look down to see that my hand has left the tree, and that I am palming myself roughly through my pants.
If I am not careful, her cries and scent will trigger my own instinctual rut, and I will lose all sense of self control while I plow her into the ground.
I need…
I need to obtain the dragon ball.
“How…What…do you not have any medicine?” I ask, taking in great huffs of air.
She shakes her head from where she has it buried into the ground.
“…everything hurts.” She whines.
One of her hands releases its tight hold on the grass and slides underneath her, down her stomach. I watch, powerless, as she cups her crotch.
I am frozen, completely unable to move as she ruts against her palm. Her scent intensifies, but with it come her little breathy sighs of relief.
After a short time, she begins to shiver and shake. I know I should look away, however I am so enthralled with her that I have stopped touching myself as I simply watch.
After touching herself like that for what feels like a lifetime, she seems to gather more energy, and slides two fingers up in the direction of her belly at the top of the apex of her thighs. Her pants are drenched where she had been cupping. She begins to rub herself in desperate and quick circles, her body tightening more and more as she spirals to some unidentifiable end.
Suddenly, she cries out, and I see her begin to throb and pulse through the wet spot in her pants. She collapses, still rubbing herself and humping the ground.
It is the single most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life.
I look down at where my cock strains against my trousers, and I suddenly feel as if I am suffocating. I need it out.
I know this is a bad idea, but for whatever reason, I am starting to forget why I care.
I weakly shove my pants down around the tops of my thighs. My penis springs free, and the air that I thought would be so relieving only makes the situation worse.
I look down to see myself harder than I ever thought possible. The head of my cock is crimson from where it pokes out from my thick foreskin.
In the past, the few times that I have had the opportunity to pleasure myself, it has never looked quite like this.
My balls are tight, drawn. My cock pulses and tingles, and I feel as if I may explode without a touch.
My hips jut out towards the woman a few times, and a string of spend leaks from me and drips onto the ground below.
I give in for a brief moment, gripping the base of my cock with my hand. I try to stop myself from pulling, get ahold of it before it consumes me, but even this small touch has me pushing into my fist.
I double over with my hand on my knee and look up.
Her face is turned towards me, and she has a clarity in her gaze that hadn’t been there before.
She looks down to where I ache.
For a brief second, her eyes seem to cut through my pride, all the way through my soul.
I know I am not impressive by Saiyan standards. My entire body is compact, short, stocky. My cock is no exception.
I brace myself for her scrutiny.
However, I find that there is none.
She licks her lips and begins to writhe again, her eyes glued to me.
She reaches back up with both hands and grasps at the dirt and grass beneath her.
Then, she speaks.
“Vegeta. Please. I need, I need…”
My name in her mouth nearly knocks the wind out of me.
My legs begin to move toward her of their own accord, my only hindrance being my pants which are still caught around my thighs.
The sight only seems to inflame her, and she pushes her ass outward to me.
As I approach, her hips begin to sway back and forth, as if to entice me. My limbs feel foreign and heavy as I move. I am hypnotized, feeling like no more than an animal entranced by a fine cut of meat which peeks from a trap.
I catch another whiff of her scent as she rocks back and forth. Stronger now. Sweat and cum all rolling down her thighs and wafting towards me.
I stop, unable to control myself any longer. My knees sink to the ground. I squat there, one hand in the dirt and the other returning to my leaking cock.
It takes no more than a quick pull of my foreskin over my tip before I am blowing my load all over the dirt and the folds of my pants which had been unfortunate enough to still be in the way.
I stop for a moment. I watch her watching me as I pulse helplessly, a slave to my own pleasure. Instead of the relaxation that often accompanies release, however, I am still taut. Still burning and bouncing sturdily between my thighs.
“What is happening?” I manage to grit out.
She reaches back, eyes still on me and grabs at her thighs, pulling at them as if to invite me to continue forward and sink myself into her body.
“I-I don’t know,” She swallows, starting to ramble in a daze. “I think the aloe. Something about it. Sent me into some kind of evolutionary heat.”
She pants and closes her eyes.
I try to stand, but my knees buckle again. I begin crawling towards her on the ground, unable to get back on my own two feet.
“Looks like…might have thrown you into a rut of some sort. My pheromones.”
“That’s fucking ridiculous,” I say, even as I inch my way up to her. A delicious heat sinks into my skin as I tenuously touch her trembling thighs.
She cries out, pushing into me.
“Our. Species are compatible,” She moans, rubbing up and down into the palms of my hands. “You already know that.”
Yes. The half breed.
I sit back on my knees, dragging her lower body to rest over the top of them.
Her head tucks under her body and she groans into the dirt.
I should have stopped long ago, flown away and let her ride it out. But I am too far gone to think of the consequences of my actions.
She arches up again, and I realize that she is attempting to hump me.
The Oozaru within me growls in approval.
I will give her what she needs.
I will fuck her until she reeks of me. Until no one else touches her for fear that they will incur my wrath.
I put a hand on her ass, stopping her from moving.
She trembles and shivers as I pull at her blasted clothing. Her bare skin burns my fingertips. I roll down her pants, revealing inch upon inch of creamy skin.
As the air hits her cunt, I begin to salivate.
I only manage to get her clothing as low as her thighs before I am accosted with the vision of her.
She opens her legs as wide as she can in the position I have her in.
My mind blanks and my pulse stutters painfully.
Her slit is a flower. Pink, delicate, and glistening. She is hairless, save for a small tuft of blue at her front.
I wonder if it is natural to her kind or by choice.
All rational thought leaves me as I lean down to smell her even more deeply. I open my mouth, exposing my fangs and tongue as I pull in as much of her heady scent as possible. I want to drown myself in her. Shove my tongue and face into her delicate hole until I can no longer breathe. Until her essence drips down my chin and throat.
However, I know that I am inexperienced. If I am not careful, I will go off again before I can even claim her.
She reaches behind her, attempting to touch herself once more.
I slap her hand away, barely grazing the outer edge of her folds. She keens, collapsing into the dirt.
She begins to move around, grinding into whatever part of my body she can reach.
I take large fistfuls of the flesh at her thighs with my hands, squeezing hard enough to where I know it causes her a small amount of pain. She lets out a sigh and her cunt weeps even more.
I am nearly overcome at the implication of it.
She stops moving, however, allowing me to do as I wish to her.
My hands slide up the meat of her, my fingers inching their way toward where she is most swollen.
She jumps and shakes as I spread her with my thumbs. I notice her opening clamp down around nothing, and I desperately wish my cock was already filling her.
My curiosity overcomes me as I continue to pet her. I trace my fingers all around her hole, wetting them with her cream. She wiggles, making sounds into the ground. She is incredibly soft, slick. So hot. I slide the tip of my index finger inside of her, and the feeling of suction there causes me to lose all coherent thought.
She looks behind her once more, pleading as I dip into her over and over again. Her opening grows tighter and tighter, and I would have feared I was hurting her if not for her cries of ecstasy.
She reaches to my hand, stopping my onslaught.
“Need to cum.” She whispers, leading my fingers downward to the area I saw her touch earlier. Now I see how she is swollen there, the most beautiful pink nub staring back at me as she uses my hand to get herself off.
My inner ape rages, and I move her hand away before she can reach completion. Yanking her roughly toward me, I finally bury my face in her delicious waters. My hips grind helplessly into the space between us. She screams as I take her with my mouth, lapping up the sweet honey that continues to gush from her. I then touch her on the other spot she likes as well. As soon as I do, she pushes into my face, begging, cursing my name while she rides my mouth.
Her taste is tart and soft and musky. I have never craved something so intensely as this.
In short time, she cries out, leaking all over my face and hand as I feel her spasm around my tongue.
I roar with pride, not allowing her to settle. I push her into the dirt and lay on top of her, shoving my trembling cock into her as she continues to release.
I nearly black out.
Her heat is all consuming, gripping me so tightly that I immediately and embarrassingly burst once more.
I weakly attempt to thrust in the mess I’ve made, watching horrified as it oozes out of her and down my balls.
For whatever reason, she seems to gain even more strength after our mortifyingly brief coupling, and she pushes at me.
I roll off of her, my pride wounded, my back now to the hard packed ground.
But instead of moving away, she kicks off her pants.
I watch, transfixed as she also pulls her dress off, leaving herself gloriously naked.
She turns to me, pulling at my armor.
“Off.” She growls.
I can do little other than comply, quickly ensuring that I am as naked as she.
She looks greedily down the length of my body, causing me to squirm. All thoughts of conquering from earlier have completely left my mind as she visually takes me.
Finally, she straddles me, crouching over my cock.
She smiles, the mad look of clarity still in her eyes as she leans down. For a brief second, I imagine her biting me, smearing my own blood all over her chest as she claims me.
I have never wanted something more in my life.
Instead, she puts her full body weight on top of me. My hands clutch at the ground beneath us.
We are completely skin to skin, and the sensation of it takes everything in me to hold back the pathetic whimper threatening to leave my mouth.
She then begins to whisper in my ear. Lewd and nasty things.
“You’re still so hard, Vegeta. So fucking hard for me. Do you know what that does to me?”
I shake my head, unable to stop myself from arching up and down. My ass lifts off the ground as I attempt to seek relief against her.
She looks down at me and grins.
Instead of teasing, she maneuvers herself to where we are aligned and swiftly takes me, sitting down on my cock in one neat thrust.
I cry out, immediately losing control of my voice.
Were I more coherent, I would be ashamed at the sounds I was making. She grips me within her once more and begins to bounce up and down.
“So fucking hot,” She moans, groping at my chest in an effort to balance herself.
“Cumming like that, so quickly. So desperate to be inside of me.”
I cannot stop moving my lower body as she rides me. The feeling of her slick all over my cock is startling in its intensity. It has worked its way underneath the delicate folds of skin there, causing them to easily slide up and down over my tip as she pushes me into her. I feel a tingling sensation at the base of my spine.
I quickly learn how to counter her moves. How to thrust up as she moves downward. The action causes her to yelp and clench around me.
Her breasts bounce enticingly in my face, and she must catch me staring, because she leans down, smothering me with them.
I push my face into her bosom, my tongue seeking her nipples. It is an effective distraction for me as she pursues her end once more.
I suck quite thoroughly on one nipple, and she takes the fingers of my hand, placing it on the other. I pinch, and she writhes above me.
The thought of her getting off on the pain once more has me throbbing, and even though I have already released twice, I feel it building.
I reach down with my other hand and slap at her ass.
Her eyes roll back, and she leans back, pulling her tits away from me. Her movements become shaky, and I watch as she touches herself once more. I hold her hips, determined to watch her come undone before I do. She quickly explodes, leaning over my body, screaming my name.
Before I can disgrace myself once more, I roll us over, thrusting as hard as I dare without injuring her. She clenches around me again before the pleasure overtakes me and I feel myself pulsing hot, sticky cum into her womb.
I pull out as I am nearly done, and let myself finish on her stomach. Then I swipe at her crotch, my palm slick with the effects of our combined pleasure. She watches in a daze as I rub it all over my abdomen and chest. I then do the same to her, ensuring she has some on her belly and breasts.
Finally satisfied, I collapse next to her, feeling raw and worn.
She turns into me, seeking my heat.
My hand in her hair is the last thing I feel before the darkness overcomes me.
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We both fully regain our lucidity together sometime later.
I am not sure how long we have been in this grove, or how many times we have actually fucked at this point, but the experience has been long and the coupling numerous.
We are covered in each other’s combined body fluids - blood, sweat, piss, cum, saliva. To the point where neither of us has our own distinctive scent.
She has bite marks all over her, as do I. Although I was in a haze, I remember lowering my ki for her, showing her how to open my skin just so, smearing my blood on her and her own on myself.
She squirms beneath me, and I look down to see my two fingers inside her used cunt, ensuring the seed I have pumped inside of her for the last time will take hold.
I realize with no little amount of panic that I have taken a princess…no…a queen on this godsforsaken world. And I do not even know her name.
Even so, she looks down at my fingers with clever eyes and then back up to my face with a wicked and knowing grin, and I know I have chosen well.
We should both bathe soon. Even though on the homeworld, we would not have. As the crown prince, my mating would have been arranged. Some nobleman or noblewoman of the court. Then after our consummation, we would have gone out in public, attended formal events reeking of each other for weeks. So that all would fear us and the combined strength of our joining.
Now, we do not have this luxury, because I am here…I am here for…
“Where is the dragon ball?” My voice is meant to sound intimidating, but it is hoarse.
So is hers. She tilts her head to the sky and laughs at me, showing all her teeth. Her weak canines are bloodstained from where she has bitten me, and I almost lose myself again.
Thankfully, she bats my hand away from the altar of her womb and sits up further.
“After all that?” She chokes out wobbly, clearing her throat. “You’re determined, I’ll give you that.”
I sit back on my ass and regard her warily as she pulls herself up to look at me. I should feel victorious. Instead, I feel unsettled.
“You know I can’t let you just…” she trails off, a strange look on her face. Our involuntary mating has apparently affected her as well.
“Listen,” she wobbles, trying to stand, and I reach out without thinking and pull us both up. “Why don’t we head back to the cave? I’ve got a shower there that we can both use and then maybe we can talk about forming some sort of an alliance.”
I want to tell her that we’re a little beyond a simple alliance at this point. I am hers. Even in death.
She reaches down and picks up her clothing.
“After all, I’m not sure we can be enemies anymore now that…” she grins and winks at me, pulling her dress back on, and I know that in spite of everything, I am red to the tips of my ears.
I put my own clothing back on as well and nod. “Fine. Let’s go.”
She wraps her arms around me, and I gather her up, resisting the urge to bury my face in her neck.
Before I can lift off, however, she takes my chin firmly in her fingers and tilts my face up. I find myself pinned by the finest turquoise.
“Oh and homeboy?” She drawls, leaning in for a kiss.
“My name is Bulma. I figured you’d like to know that so you’d have something to moan for next time besides ‘woman’.”
Her name enters my mouth, my brain, my very soul and immediately takes up residence there. It is the name of a brash and vulgar woman. One who dared to challenge the Prince of all Saiyans and who I know will continue to. She will push me beyond my limits and then some.
She is glorious.
I smirk in response and take off quickly, ensuring that she lets out a healthy scream.