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Basked in the pale moonlight Bulma stood on the end of the room at the foot of the bed. Wearing nothing besides a pair of lilac colored panties. She was freshly showered, shaved and moisturized in preparation for tonight.
He hadn’t asked her to—never minded if she had some stubble on her legs or if she were in the middle of work and hadn’t had the chance to shower yet. Hell, they did it when he was in the gravity room dripping in sweat. But tonight was special because for the first time in seven years Vegeta expressed a desire he had for her on his own.
Which was not to be taken lightly.
Vegeta never asked for anything. Every new kink or desire had been orchestrated and suggested by her alone. It wasn’t like she never brought it up to him, often after sex, she would try and pry him for answers. What he was into or not into and there was seldom a response she would get back besides “Doesn’t matter to me, as long as it’s only you.” Which was sweet, coming from him. But she wished he would express something he wanted.
Then the night before last he had.
He laid on their bed, hands crossed behind his head and fully naked in front of her. His cock standing fully erect against his rock hard abs. A sight she would never, ever tire of seeing. All for her, all his body, his weakness, his soul. For her.
He watched her like a predator, a gleam of white flashing across his onyx eyes. There was a soft breeze drifting in through the open balcony doors, causing the curtains to fly idly in the wind and Bulma shivered. But it wasn’t the breeze that did it, it was his piercing gaze that locked her in place.
Vegeta didn’t explain much of what he wanted. Just that he had an idea. Just that she prepared herself.
He curled his finger, beckoning that she come closer and she slowly climbed on top of the bed on all fours crawling up towards him. She raised an eyebrow,“You want me on top? That’s something we’ve done before.”
Vegeta shook his head "Straddle over my chest.” He rasped low.
Bulma silently climbed higher until she was straddling his chest while placing both her palms against the top of his chest. Feeling the furious rhythm beneath her hands. An inhuman speed of his heart and how it intensified greater for her.
His eyes kept focused on her, hands staying at his sides. Usually they were all over her by now, with not a second to waste. For a moment her heart dropped, worried something was awfully wrong. He looked serious, grounded.
Another breeze entered in, this time sending goosebumps across her skin. He kept watching. Her heart rate quickened inside her chest so loud he could hear it then, could feel her change of ki. But he could also feel everything else. Their bond, her love, her desire.
Finally at long last he spoke.
“Bulma.”
Her real name, no mockery, no tease.
“I have never asked you to submit to me fully. I never desired that. In truth I…” His mouth shut, searching her ocean eyes, as if searching for the words that were too difficult to say aloud. “I have always found heat within your fire.”
A faint blush bloomed across Bulma’s cheeks, her heart increasing.
“I, Prince Vegeta, fourth of his name, ask you to submit to me tonight.”
Bulma’s breath caught, her eyes widening slightly in shock of the seriousness. It didn’t seem like a kink—this seemed like something much deeper, like a ritual or a ceremony.
“Y-Yes. My Prince.” She stumbled a bit as the words left her almost ashamed that she had.
Slowly his hands left the sides of him and she felt him slide them up towards her hips to steady her.
“Place your hands behind your back for me.” He commanded.
Usually she would give him shit about being told what to do especially if there was no foreplay involved but she couldn’t help but want to please him. Whatever this was.
Slowly she pulled her hands away from his chest and leaned back slightly, allowing her hands to come from behind her back. She swayed slightly but he held her still. Then he drew one hand away and up towards her wrists that were placed behind her and held them for a moment.
“You have always been my princess, Bulma.” His voice lowered deeper. “Though tonight I will break you.”
In seconds he allowed his ki to shoot out from his palm, flickering warmth wrapped around her wrists. She gasped looking down at him with a shocked expression. “Break me?” She asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
“Not your spirit.” His thumb brushed over the glowing restraints. “Only the walls you insist on keeping between us.”
The words settled within her, confused as he said them. Then she remembered all the worries she carried alone. The fears she never spoke aloud. The burdens she convinced herself were hers to bear.
His left hand pulled away and slid over towards her laced thong. “Starting with this.” His finger brushed against her hip where it sat and he burned it completely.
She gasped, “Vegeta! I liked those!” She said defiantly.
He chuckled darkly, bringing her closer towards his mouth where he leaned into the apex of her thigh and bit down sharply, sucking at the tender flesh.
She moaned out, easing completely against his touch. Vegeta would kill, punch and break things. It was no secret, and she had loved him nonetheless for all that he was so wholly. How could she ever worry now? When the only marks that were left against her skin were simply reminders of how badly he loved her. Bites, bruises, hickeys.
Then he released her thigh with a pop and looked up at her in adoration. His left hand slid higher, tracing her navel before moving to her breast. He cupped it fully in his hand, brushing against the sensitive nipple. Leaving a trail of goosebumps that scattered across her soft skin. She tilted her head back from the sensation, wetness dripping down the sides of her thighs.
“Tonight, however, I will treat you like a Saiyan Queen.” He leaned into her hips and began kissing tenderly all over. Pulling away between kisses he looked up once again, watching her squirm and writhe as he allowed ki to scatter across her nipples like a steady warm vibration.
“Mmm..T-That’s so good—“
His hands wrapped behind her thighs and pulled her up higher towards his mouth.
She gazed down towards him, “we’ve done this before too…”
“Not like this.” His voice was rough, ragged. Breath hot and heavy against her slick cunt. He squeezed the back of her thighs tighter, planting soft kisses against her thighs, her pelvis, then he leaned in lower towards her lips and kissed there. Featherlight, agonizingly slow. It made her wiggle herself closer down to where she wanted him but he pinched the back of her thigh, eyes catching hers.
“You will submit to me, Bulma.”
She bit her bottom lip, inhaling sharply through her nose as his tongue once again darted out and swept across her once. Her whole body jolted from the rough hot pleasure of his tongue.
“I would have been King.” He murmured, his finger drew slow circles around the back of her thigh. “You would have bested me in battle and I…”
His eyes trailed up her body. Every curve. Every beauty mark scattered across her skin like stars. Every stretch mark earned with time.
She was perfect like this. He continued after his eyes caught her sapphire eyes and swallowed him whole.
“I would take my Queen and for one night alone she would fully submit to me.”
“But I have never beaten you.” She said, quietly. A blush blooming across her cheeks. Feeling his gaze was always intense but there was something different about it tonight, it was stronger, more dangerous.
“Look at me, Bulma. Look how you kneel over me. You understand the power that I wield yet I am unmoved.”
His tongue swept across her once again, slow. Testingly to see if she would dare push down closer. She didn’t, she simply just moaned sweetly titling her head back. He chuckled darkly against her and planted a soft kiss against her oversensitive clit.
“You will beg, you will cry and for me?” He didn’t bother finishing the sentence when her eyes met his half lidded in lust and desire. Instead he gave in to what she wanted—no—he already teased himself by tasting her and he wanted more. Quickly lapping at her like a starving man his tongue swirled and sucked as she cried out for him. Begging for more, begging to keep going. As if he could even stop himself.
He could feel her legs shake and buckle beneath his hands, though she never rolled her hips in fear that he would stop. He knew she would be approaching her release from the way her moans grew louder and the shaking of her thighs intensified. With each flick and suck of his tongue and lips. He would allow her to soothe down and take care of the rest but she moaned something that made something inside him release completely.
“P-Please my King…P-Please make me come.”
A twinge started at the base of his spine and in seconds gold consumed him, creating a glow around the entire room. She gasped in surprise. He growled, licking her faster until she shook completely, screaming obscenities.
“Vegeta I’m coming…O-oh F-Fuck—“
Her weak knees slipped further against the silk sheets and it only made her bury herself deeper against his mouth. He kept going.
“I’m too sensitive!.. I-I—“
He gripped harder against her thighs, fingers pressing so hard he was certain she would be bruised by the morning. His tongue delved into her entrance and he fucked her with it. She was a sputtering mess above him, sweat dripping down her body, panting and moaning and begging.
“P-Please V-Vegeta I beg you… Please…stop this I—”
She was begging for him to stop but her hips told him otherwise as they bucked helplessly against his mouth to try and catch a second orgasm.
His hands guided her hips to move against his mouth as he devoured her. She reeled back further but his hands kept her still as he allowed ki to travel from his palms, sending buzzing shockwaves throughout her hips, her breasts, her nipples.
“Ffffuck—!”
She tightened her thighs against the sides of his face and finished once again above him. This time it was faster than the last, more intense.
Vegeta chuckled against her and carefully slid one of his hands up her back and he pulled her away from his mouth admiring her beauty. She was a mess, sweat slick, panting, blush bloomed. He allowed her back to settle back into his palms and lowered her so that her back was on the mattress.
He rose up to his knees looking down at her as she tried catching her breath, then wiped his glossy lips with the back of his hand. His hands traced slowly along her thighs, up to her waist in soothing circular patterns.
Bulma watched as he did so, his golden glow illuminating the entire room, his blue eyes tracing her body. Wondering what she did to become this lucky, to become loved like this.
“My King…” she breathed, eyes half lidded in devotion.
For the first time she understood this wasn’t about power. It was about permission. After all these years, Vegeta was finally allowing himself to want. To ask for something he finally felt like he needed.
“Look at you…” His right hand moved up towards her breast cupping the soft heaviness in his palm and caressing it.
Her back lifted from the mattress into his touch, a silent ask for more. For everything he was willing to give.
“The most breathtaking warrior I’ve ever seen. Bound up, reeling for my touch.” His thumb brushed along her nipple causing her to whimper.
“P-Please…” she begged, tears nearly falling down the sides of her eyes. “I want you inside me…”
She watched as his free hand reached for his cock and gave it a few slow pulls along his length. He hissed at the sensation forgetting at how wound up and over-sensitive he was from edging himself on though he knew it would all be worth it. She always was.
“That’s not how this works.” He breathed, a bead of cum slowly dripping at the tip. “A King decides when you’re ready.”
Then he drew his hand away and lowered himself down so that both his palms were on each side of her. Starting with her thighs he bit and sucked, drawing his rough tongue in slow circles until he was satisfied and moved higher to another section. Her hips, naval, her breasts. All scattered with hickeys as proof of his unwavering devotion.
Bulma wiggled and moaned between each bite and suck. At this point she was shaking from the anticipation, she was probably talking nonsense. It didn’t seem to matter, he was all over her.
She wondered if this was what it would have been like if she had been a Saiyan and he a king.
He leaned into the crook of her neck and placed a few kisses there before whispering rough against her ear. “Do you choose me still, Bulma?” He asked with a hint of worry laced in his words. Like after all these years, after everything he had put her through it could be the end for him, or she may be uncertain.
For a moment he sounded less like a king and more like the lonely prince she had fallen in love with. As though some part of him still couldn’t understand why she had stayed. Why she had chosen him then—and why she continued to choose him now.
“Yes.” She said all too quickly, shutting down his thoughts. “Always Vegeta, I’ll always choose you.”
He pulled away from the crook of her neck and leaned into her lips and kissed her with such intensity that for a moment both of their breaths caught. When Bulma pulled away she noticed a stray tear glide down the right side of his face, leaning up the best that she could while her hands were still tied with his ki she kissed it away.
Vegeta didn’t say anything as she laid back down into the mattress. Something cracked inside her heart as her eyes trailed every battle worn scar that lay across his body. Some she knew by heart, others he had never shared. Yet all of them reminded her of the same truth—Vegeta endured for his family, for this planet, for her.
Not because he had to but because he wanted it. Even after he tried going back to his old ways of destruction—he always found his way back towards her. To the life they created here.
She felt his hands slide up towards her hips and flip her onto her belly, her cheek turned so that she could watch him. She expected him to be rough, to take a fistful of her hair against her scalp and pull it up while he took her from behind.
He didn’t.
Instead she felt him lean over her and plant slow kisses starting from the nape of her neck down her spine, he pulled away just before her arms. His hand took both her wrists and the ki ring that bound her disappeared into nothingness. She still could feel the warmth of where it sat, he leaned in still holding her hands together and kissed where the glowing restraints were, tenderly as if it were an apology.
“You set me free…” she huffed, her hair messily draped over her eyes.
He let her hands go and leaned over, carefully tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear.
“Hn…I did.”
He leaned back against the headboard watching her as she flipped around. “Was that it?” She asked.
“It is not over until the Queen takes what is hers.”
His eyes followed her body as she crawled over towards him on her knees, the pale moonlight spilled over her with each movement. She straddled over his lap hovering above him.
“A Queen cannot command a heart.” She said softly. Her fingers tracing against the scars that lay across his chest.
“Yet I’ve always been yours to command.” He said, as his hands wrapped around her back.
Bulma smiled as she leaned in and kissed him slowly, her hands buried inside his hair and he pulled her ever closer, roaming up and down her spine. Lips and tongues lapping around each other sensually slow.
By now it would’ve been frantic—all teeth and tongue and sweat and sex, raw. Relentless.
This was altogether different. They never started this slow.
Bulma pulled away briefly to catch her breath, she blushed at the sight of him. Eyes lustful and heavy like he had been waiting far too long and she knew very well that he had. But he had resisted his urge for her and she knew that. Still she wanted to ask.
“Mmm… are you ready for me then?” She lowered her slick cunt against the full length of him and began grinding.
The sensation alone made his hips involuntarily jerk up, his head titling back against the headboard with a thump. “Always.” He breathed.
Finally she allowed herself to shift up so that she could lower herself onto him completely until she was flush against him.
He let out a strangled sound as he felt her tight hot walls wrap around him like a vice he would never dare break from. And she moved, rolling her hips in circular motions.
For a moment he allowed her to move freely, refusing to thrust or move on his own but she leaned in and ran her tongue along his bottom lip as she kept rolling her hips expertly, exactly where he needed her.
Just as his mouth opened to claim her mouth rough against his like he wanted she whispered against him.
“I thought you wanted to break me?” Her voice was like silk, she leaned back smiling, her hands pressed up against his thighs as she continued her pace. Her breasts moved with each motion, her nipples pebbled, begging for attention.
She wanted to be broken.
The thought alone nearly broke him.
In a flash he leaned up pressing her back against the mattress and lifting her thighs up above her head. The sudden change in position made her gasp.
“You don’t understand what you’re asking for.” He snickered pressing as far as he could inside her, even though there was nowhere else for him to go his full length hit the inside of her walls yet he stilled waiting for her command before giving in to exactly what he wanted.
“Break me…” she half moaned as her hips rolled against him.
In one slow thrust he drew out fully before slamming in against her as deep as he could. He kept the pace, slow achingly so.
“P-Please faster!” She cried out.
Though he didn’t. He kept the steady pace not giving in to what she wanted.
It didn’t seem to matter either because in only a few more moments Bulma came beneath him once again, her legs shaking around his hips.
What was this now?
The third time?
He chuckled slow to himself before finally increasing his pace, his hips rolling faster and faster until she was content and screaming.
He allowed his ki to zap around her breasts, her nipples, towards her over sensitive clit that he could not reach in such position. And she tightened once again around him though this time he couldn’t hold back any longer and finally gave himself what he needed.
He growled against her neck, biting hard as he continued to thrust within her through both of their aftershocks. And filled himself deep within her.
But he was far from done.
—-
Gods she was a panting mess beneath him, sweat clung to her forehead and the side of her face. He stilled for a moment sliding out of her and she smiled at him, sweetly.
He settled back so that he was propped up on his knees.
“That wasn’t so bad I—“
In a flash Vegeta grabbed her and spun her around so that his hand was wrapped firmly around her throat. His hand slid down towards her pussy, where he shifted his cock inside her once again. All restraint was gone, he just needed her desperately. Over and over and over.
He held her firmly, his arm wrapped around her waist as he fucked her mercilessly from behind. His teeth grazed against the side of her neck panting and groaning with her. “Ah Bulma—“ he breathed hotly against her.
He thought she had enough but her arms wrapped up behind his neck as he continued his assault. “Fuck yes! Break me Vegeta!”
His hand slid down and drew slow tight circles against her clit. As he continued moving her like his own personal sex toy—grateful that she allowed him to do with her as he pleased until he was spent and satisfied. Oh how utterly satisfied he would be after tonight. Both body and soul.
He tightened his grip against her throat and kissed her, all tongue and hot breath. His focus was blurred now only able to feel her and nothing else. Just his Bulma. His Queen. His wife.
She moaned sweetly against his mouth and again she tightened against his cock, shaking. She broke away from the kiss. But he kept his brutal pace, his hand slid away from her clit and found purchase on her thigh and squeezed tightly, knowing full well she would be bruised in the morning.
Bruised, bitten, wrecked. All for him.
“V-Vegeta… Ah.. I can’t keep going…”
“Are you surrendering?” He growled, sucking hard against her neck.
“Never…” She breathed, titling her head back fully. Her body was weak but he had her still.
In one quick motion he pulled her down into the mattress so that he landed on top, and she was on her belly. His hand slid up from her throat towards her face and pushed it to the side so that he could kiss her.
In a few quick thrusts he came once again filling himself within her, she was already so full with his cum but now it was spilling everywhere. All over the bed sheets, their legs, everywhere.
“Fuck! Bulma!” He growled and in a flash his super saiyan form died out and he returned to his normal state. Both of them were breathing heavily, and he rolled off of her.
She peeked over towards him with a tired smile.
His eyes met hers and he shook his head with a click of his tongue. “I couldn’t do it.”
Bulma let out an exasperated laugh. “Vegeta.. I can’t move, I’m bruised, I’m bitten and my entire body is vibrating. You always do it. Shut up.”