The woman startled Vegeta out of his bathroom stalling. She popped her head back in the bathroom, and said, "What's taking so long?"
Vegeta swallowed hard and strolled up to her. He kissed her and held her hips. "Ready to get some sleep?"
She grinned and said, "I thought we could run a few more experiments. It's not that late." She delved her fingers into his cleft, but he tightened his ass instinctually, guarding himself. Her head tipped off to the side and she said, "Everything okay?"
"I…yes. But…not that. Not tonight," he said, hoping she would leave it at that. He would fuck her until dawn any way she wanted if she would just leave it alone.
"Vegeta? What's going on? It's not like you to turn down sex of any variety?" she said and smiled. The smile drooped as she scrutinized him. "Are you hurt?"
He lifted an annoyed eyebrow. As if anyone or anything on this planet could hurt him with Kakarot and Cell gone. Maybe Kakarot's elder brat, but Vegeta doubted it. The boy had completely stopped training. It irritated Vegeta to no end. He cleared his throat and said, "No. I'm fine. I'm…not in the mood. For that."
"Oh. Um. Okay," she said and looked so wounded that Vegeta wanted to console her. "It was okay when I did it the last time, right? Or…or did it…did I suck?" Her pretty blue eyes searched his, wide and pleading.
"No, it was excellent. But…that…was…then. Before," he said, not sure how to even express what he was feeling. "I'm…not…there. Yet. Someday."
She blinked at him. "Like…like you don't want me to peg you at all? Like it's not just tonight, but like, me in general?" Her jaw clenched.
"Woman…" Vegeta scrubbed a hand over his face. He wanted to travel back in time and fuck her into the mattress so thoroughly she passed out. "It's…it's a…vulnerable position."
"So you can fuck my ass, but I don't get to fuck yours?" she said.
He snapped, "Do we have some kind of tit-for-tat agreement with regards to sex? Do you get to fuck me every time I fuck you? Or just when I put it in your ass?"
Her nostrils quivered and he regretted his words immediately. She said, her voice full of menace, "That isn't what I meant. I meant…I meant that I'm vulnerable with you."
Vegeta sighed. "Fine. Let's do it. Come on."
She stayed where she was as he climbed on the bed. "Well now it just feels gross," she said, "I want you to want it!"
"And I've said that I do not, but if you wish to do it, fine. No point taking our time."
"I can't even fucking believe you. I'm not going to…to…to rape you!" she shrieked.
"I'm consenting, it's not rape," Vegeta said with a shrug. He settled on his back. "Shall I prep myself?"
"Stop this! You're…you're making me feel like shit!" she shouted. Her eyes filled.
Vegeta jumped up and wrapped his arms around her even as she shoved at him. "I'm sorry…Bulma. I'm sorry. I…You wanted me to fuck your ass, yes?"
She nodded and murmured, "I feel really disgusting right now, Vegeta. I can't believe you would just…acquiesce."
"I would do anything for you, but that doesn't mean I would enjoy anything for you," Vegeta said softly, stroking her hair. He kissed her temple.
"Wow. I don't even know how to process that. Do you do other sex stuff you don't want to do?"
"I have not, as of yet, done a single thing with you that I didn't enjoy quite thoroughly. I…Woman…It's…I…We come from very different cultures and…all the misunderstandings about Trunks…when I got you pregnant…they…wounded me," Vegeta said, swallowing hard. He worked up his nerve to look into her eyes.
She stared at him. She cupped his face in her hand and ran her thumb along his cheekbone. She whispered, "Wow. I'm pretty impressed that you let yourself be vulnerable like this and there's no hope of orgasm, but you wouldn't let me peg you. Okay, Vegeta. I…I guess I understand."
"You have rebuffed me when you've been angry, is this so hard to understand?"
She opened her mouth. Closed it. Scrutinized him more. "Are you angry with me?"
"No, well, I, now, yes, a little, but…it's…before you pressured me it was more…hurt. Lingering hurt."
"Vegeta, for fuck's sake, that was years ago. Are you ever going to let it go?"
Vegeta felt the wound rend open wider at her words. He was trying to be open and forthcoming with her, but he felt like she was trivializing his hurt. He rolled over the idea of asking her to be his mate, but scoffed internally. Only the most pathetic men on Vegeta-sei ever did such things. Only the sort who offered to pay the recipient of the proposal. Basically a glorified form of whoring. There was almost always a gift, and societally the bond was seen as a fraudulent.
"Fine. You're right. I…Yes. Didn't you say you were exhausted? Let's go to bed, unless you wish to sleep away from me?" he said, too sad to fight anymore. Too heartbroken that he had let her glimpse this chink in his armor and her first reaction was to poke something sharp into it.
"Of course I don't want to sleep away from you, you still seem mad. I didn't…I didn't mean to pressure you. I'm sorry. There's no tit-for-tat. And it was really good when we did it that way, so I don't…I don't want you to feel like you can't…instigate that again just because I lost my temper about the pegging. I was just excited to peg you, is all."
Vegeta didn't know what to say. He loved her so intensely. He wanted to make her happy. It confused him and felt like internal itchiness to find these places where his own well-being ran counter to her wishes, because most of his being moved and lived and breathed exclusively for her.
He kissed her mouth and they moved slowly toward the bed. They curled together, two spoons, and Vegeta breathed in her scent. In the darkness, her voice was small as she said, "I love you."
"I love you, too, vku-sot," Vegeta murmured, already drifting, eager to leave his consciousness behind.
She rolled and startled him back into full alert. Her eyes glittered in the faint light from the stars that seeped into their bedroom. "What does that mean?"
Vegeta belatedly realized he'd spoken Saiyan. Relief coursed through him that he hadn't used the more common endearments: vku-tseeka or minaiya, my mate or my tail's chosen one. He could never really have a minaiya now, but even mutilated Saiyans used the term when referring to a mate. He said, "It means, 'my only,' and is…accurate."
She whispered, "Am I your only because you have no other options? Or because you want me to be your only?"
Vegeta pushed up on his elbow and arched an eyebrow at her. "Well, for starters, ouch. Gods, woman. I'll have you know that other women and men have smelled very aroused around me, so you are not my only option. But you would be my only whether there were a million kings and queens lined up begging my favor, or no one else, because you are myonly. I choose you because you are all that I could ever want and more than I deserve."
"Oh…um…I…I didn't mean the 'no other options' thing like no one would want you, Vegeta. Just that you're very loyal, and I know you wouldn't abandon me and Trunks. And Goten, apparently."
"Ah, so you're still mad about that," he said, weary down to his soul. He reclined again, longing for sleep and oblivion.
"I don't want another kid, Vegeta. I love Trunks but I didn't really have a say in that either!"
"Do I not care for both of them? Do I ask you for much beyond material support? You make it clear on a regular basis that you regret breeding with me! I don't need to hear it every fucking day, Bulma!" Vegeta snarled, rolling away from her. He hated that she was in his room. "Fuck this," Vegeta grumbled to himself and got out of bed, dressing, and flew to the wilderness before she could get a word out.
He found a deserted area and started incinerating shit to blow off steam. By the third blast, something smacked him hard in the gut. It took him completely by surprise, so it knocked the wind out of him and sent him spiraling to the earth. He slammed into the ground, creating a crater, and a huge weight planted on his chest.
Vegeta shook the rubble out of his eyes and opened them to see what had dared to attack him. Piccolo, the big, merciless bastard, glared down at him. Vegeta bit out, "What the fuck, Piccolo?"
"Don't destroy the planet just because you're being a bitch!" Piccolo snapped back and stomped hard on Vegeta's chest, breaking a rib or two.
"Fucking gods, Namek! Stop it!" Vegeta snarled. He could obliterate the man, of course, but it was clear Piccolo had a certain amount of faith that Vegeta wouldn't murder his only friend. Piccolo was ballsy, if not as strong as Vegeta.
"Then stop taking out your feelings on my godsdamned planet!"
"Fine! Fine! Fuck. Let me up," Vegeta grumbled.
Piccolo extended a hand and helped him up. Vegeta was tempted to petulance, to throw the man down and give him a solid thrashing, but Piccolo tolerated Vegeta through all his moods, so it would only be punishing himself.
"Why are you out having a tantrum and fucking up my evening?"
Only after the Namek's words did Vegeta note that he was dressed rather…fancy. He wore a suit with the top few buttons of his shirt undone. Vegeta's eyebrows shot up. "It seems I did ruin your evening, didn't I?"
"Are you done? Because he might still think I'm in the fucking bathroom, but I have about another minute before I have to have an awkward conversation."
"You left your date to come manage me?" Vegeta asked, feeling exceptionally stupid.
"Yes. And if you fuck it up, I will really wreck you. Go super-Namek or some shit. Stop misbehaving just because you had a little spat."
"I…what!?"
"Vegeta! People in relationships have fights and disagreements! It doesn't mean the relationship is over or bad, it just means your both human…humanish, whatever, fuck off!" Piccolo growled. He glanced at his watch before his eyes landed on Vegeta.
"Who are you out with?"
"None of your fucking business!" Piccolo hissed, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning purple, "Go say you're sorry and mean it!"
Vegeta was about to bicker more, but he realized that Piccolo was trying to help him. "Fine. Go. Thank you. Why won't you tell me? If it was just some random—"
Piccolo punched him again and flew away, his sonic boom smacking into Vegeta and sending him tumbling again. Vegeta skulked home, feeling annoyed that Piccolo perhaps had a point. Rage and fear boiled in him as he approached their balcony because he scented the foul plant matter she smoked before Trunks's birth. He saw the tiny orange gleam of the cinder and touched down next to her, pinching it between his fingers to douse it.
"Hey! What—"
He plucked it away from her and tossed it off the balcony. He wrapped her in his arms, despite the foul smell, and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry."
"What?" the woman said, but she held him, kissed his jaw. She noted his damaged face and the way he held his ribs. How filthy he was. "Vegeta? What happened?"
"Can we go to bed?"
She stared into his eyes and kissed his mouth. He kissed her back and hiked her onto his hips. He carried her back to bed. He resolved again to bury his expectations, they were just disappointment in disguise.
The woman scratched her fingernails along his scalp and deepened their kiss. He pushed her flimsy nightdress up and broke the kiss. She shoved at his shorts with her feet and he sucked and nipped down her neck to her lovely breasts. He held them and kissed them and took her nipple in his mouth. His anger and hurt melted away with the taste of her exquisite skin.
She wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs and urged him forward. His cock teased at her entrance and she was so wet for him that he groaned, "Bulma…vku-sot, I love you…"
She cradled his jaw in her hands and pulled his mouth to hers as she shifted her legs over his shoulders so he could drive into her deep and hard. She gasped against his lips. "You're my only too, Vegeta. And not because of Trunks. Not because of a lack of options. Because I choose you. I love you. I'm sorry too."
Vegeta kissed her and snapped his hips toward hers, plunging deep into her core. He pushed out his lowest abdominals to rub on her clit. She panted and moaned, turning him on even more. "Are you going to come on my cock, vku-sot?" he purred.
The woman threw her head back and cried out, bucking up against him, and her nails bit into his back. Vegeta dropped his head to kiss her breasts as his own pleasure unfurled in his belly. He came inside her and willed away his desire for another child. He hated himself for missing the months of her pregnancy when he would have been able to enjoy her fertile body.
He slowed gradually while they kissed more. After they cleaned up and curled into bed, the woman said, "What happened when you flew off in a snit? You were back really fast. And who can hurt you?"
Vegeta flared a nostril at her making him sound so petty all the time. But he let it go. "The Namek came and told me to stop fucking up his planet. He mostly told me with his fists. And he told me to make it quick because he was on a date."
The woman sat up and looked down at Vegeta. "Whaaaat? Piccolo was on a date?"
"Yes," Vegeta answered. He enjoyed that the woman liked to goad him to gossip. It felt intimate that they could be nosy together.
"Dish, Vegeta, who the hell was he on a date with? I can't believe I didn't know he was…you know…active."
Vegeta smirked in the dark and said, "How foolish, he exercises and trains regularly, he's quite active. You know that." Vegeta held his breath.
"That isn't what I meant, gods, I meant…" the woman trailed off. "Are you fucking with me?"
"Only a little," Vegeta said and squeezed her ass.
She kissed him lightly and said, "I think you like gossip, Vegeta. Who's he on a date with?"
"He wouldn't say. Piccolo is hardly forthcoming with anything, but he's never seemed…reticent. Tonight he was absolutely flustered when I asked."
"Can't you just sense who's chi he's with?" the woman whispered conspiratorially.
"Why, you wicked creature, the last alien you started poking about in their sex life ended up fucking you, is that why you're so curious about him? Do you desire a little green in your life?"
The woman laughed and slapped his pec. "Vegeta! No! Piccolo's just so…reserved…that it makes me kind of happy that he's at least enjoying himself. So…will you snoop for me? Or will I have to search the internet tabloid sites to see who he was out with?"
"You…why…is that a thing? Why would people report on such a thing?"
"He's pretty famous thanks to the whole Demon King fiasco before you came to Earth. Plus there's no other Nameks on Earth. And he's huge."
Vegeta, feeling only a tiny bit guilty, put out feelers. "How strange…I can't feel who he's with," Vegeta said. Now the curiosity was going to destroy him.
"What do you mean?"
"There are myriad human chi around him, I assume they're still at a restaurant, but none feel…close. It's strange, because I can sense that he isn't alone, but there's an absence of chi—" Vegeta broke off and grinned. "Oh! I have a theory, but we'll have to check your tabloids in the morning."
"Does he go out with men or women? I have like no read on him."
"I don't think he has a preference. My knowledge of Earth's strange gender-based nonsense is limited, but I believe from the names he has used that he goes out with whoever strikes his fancy. He is as confused by Earthling gender and sexuality nonsense as I am."
The woman sounded giddy as she said, "So, who do you think it is?"
Vegeta reached out to find the little human, Krillin, and when he did, felt around for the little human's mate, Eighteen. The void that existed near Krillin was so similar to the void near Piccolo that it was uncanny. Vegeta smirked and said, "I'm tempted to make you wait for your tabloids so you can't accuse me of being a gossip."
The woman lunged for her phone and started clicking away. After a few minutes her eyes lit up and she said, "Oh my gods! Seventeen! Who would have guessed!? Do you think it's serious? Aw! They're so cute!"
She held out her phone for Vegeta. It warmed his heart that even in the shitty, clandestine photos, Piccolo looked smitten. Seventeen did too and Vegeta realized that it was strange to see any affect at all on either of the serious men's faces. She whispered, "Oh my gosh—they're at a really nice restaurant! Do you think they're dating-dating? Like multiple? I thought you said he was a slut?! This is so intriguing!"
"You said that, judgmental woman. I think each person should do as they wish with their body as long as they aren't hurting people—"
"Says the man who massacred whole planets—"
"But I didn't rape anyone—"
"'Cause that makes it better—"
"Doesn't it? That's beside the point. I've obviously undergone a certain amount of domestication, but I still think you ought to examine your own prejudices," Vegeta huffed.
She straddled him again and kissed him. "I just think it's sweet if he's found someone to settle down with. That maybe he'll fall in love." She gave him the smile he lived for before kissing him again. "Even villains need to be loved."
"Even the sort that massacre whole planets?"
"Maybe that type of villain most of all."
Vegeta smirked and kissed her more deeply, rolling his renewed hard-on against her. "Mmm…you have discovered the most effective way of domesticating me…"
She laughed and whispered, "I love domesticating you. And I hope Seventeen can domesticate Piccolo too."
"If I can be domesticated, anyone can," Vegeta murmured, and stopped her from talking any more with his mouth. He was grateful that the Namek had set him straight, and now wondered if Piccolo spoke from experience more than Vegeta realized. The thought made him smile.
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