The threat of Majin Buu had finally come to an end. All the inhabitants of Earth, with the invaluable help of Mr. Satan, had raised their hands to the sky, contributing their energy to Goku. This collective effort allowed him to create a gigantic Genkidama that disintegrated Majin Buu down to the last cell.
It was during this intense battle that Vegeta, to his own regret, finally realised the superiority of his rival. Goku, he acknowledged, was the only one capable of defeating the monstrous threat. No matter how much Vegeta trained or pushed his limits over the years, Goku's power consistently surpassed his own. The prince of all Saiyans, the elite warrior, came to the humbling realisation that Goku had always been one step ahead, and the disparity between them would never diminish.
Witnessing Goku's strength, especially when he transformed into SS3, evoked a profound sense of genuine admiration in Vegeta. He admitted that Goku, the low-class warrior, was undoubtedly the superior of the two.
Following this confession, Vegeta chose to abandon his desire to defeat or kill his eternal rival. Instead, he resolved to embark on a new life, striving to live as a true Earthling and becoming a loving father to Trunks and a devoted husband to Bulma.
After the battle concluded, and after bidding farewell to the rest of the group, everyone returned to their respective lives. Peace was restored on Earth, reigning once again.
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Back at the Capsule Corporation that evening, Trunks couldn't contain his curiosity and bombarded his father with questions about the battle with Majin Buu.
"Dad, Dad, tell me, how was the fight with Majin Buu?" Trunks asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Vegeta, known for his brevity, responded, "Well, it was... um... intense, I would say. Yes, intense is the right way to describe it."
"You and Goku were on Kaioshin's planet, weren't you?" Trunks continued.
"Yes, exactly!" Vegeta replied.
"How is it there?" Trunks added.
"Not so different from Earth… just smaller, I would say."
"That's so cool! Did you learn any new techniques or anything?"
Vegeta chuckled. "Not really, Trunks. We were too busy fighting to exchange training tips.
"And wh-"
"That's enough, Trunks!" Bulma intervened, putting an end to the barrage of questions. "Your father is surely tired. Let him catch his breath today; you can ask your questions tomorrow if you want."
"But mom…," Trunks responded with an offended air.
"No more questions, Trunks!" Bulma asserted. "And now, let's go to dinner; you both must be hungry, and there's a big dinner waiting for all of us."
As they moved towards the dining room, Trunks couldn't help but steal a few glances at his father, eager to unravel more details about the battle. Vegeta, although initially reserved, couldn't hide a small, proud smile at his son's curiosity.
Both Saiyans, as expected, were starving, their notorious insatiable appetites apparent. Vegeta felt his stomach growling; it had been a while since he had eaten anything.
The trio found the table brimming with all sorts of food, and Vegeta noticed that most of the dishes were among his favourites.
Surely, it was Bulma's doing, he thought to himself.
Seconds later, the two Saiyans began devouring their meal ravenously and in silence. Bulma observed them with a smile, envisioning a return to their normal lives, continuing as they did before the threat of Majin Buu.
She was content and proud of her family. Trunks excelled in school and he had also won the first prize in the junior division. Moreover, he displayed remarkable courage, fighting alongside Goten against Majin Buu without fear. Yes, she was immensely proud of her little Trunks, witnessing him blossom into a capable and brave young man.
Then, she shifted her gaze to Vegeta. She still didn't understand his strange behaviour at the tournament or why he had killed so many people. They would have time to talk about it, she believed. Despite his shortcomings, she knew he wasn't a bad person.
True, Vegeta wasn't one to express affection with romantic words, and his actions sometimes perplexed her. Yet, she understood that he cared for her, loved her in his unique way. And that was enough for her; she had fallen in love with him just the way he was and harboured no desire for him to change.
Bulma's thoughts were interrupted by Trunks, who, having finished his meal, turned to his father.
"You know, Dad, one day I'd like to be as strong as you," Trunks said, his eyes filled with hope.
"No, Trunks," Vegeta interrupted abruptly. "You must become stronger than me, understand?"
"What? But that's impossible."
"Nothing is impossible with rigorous training," Vegeta declared, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We can start tomorrow if that's what you truly desire."
Trunks' eyes widened, contemplating the idea of surpassing his father. "You really think I can be stronger than you, Dad?"
Vegeta nodded. "With dedication and discipline, you can achieve anything. It won't be easy, but if you're committed, the power you seek is within your grasp."
"Yeah, I really can't wait," Trunks replied, a burst of excitement evident as he jumped for joy.
"Perfect! Now that you've finished dinner, brush your teeth and head straight to bed. You must be tired and have an intense training session tomorrow so you must be in top shape," Vegeta instructed with a firm yet caring tone.
"Okay, Dad!" Trunks replied, smiling. Before going upstairs, he approached his father and hugged him tightly, saying, "Thank you."
Vegeta hesitated for a moment before returning the hug, not because he didn't want to but simply because such displays of affection were not his style. Then, he remembered the promise he had made to show more affection, so he finally hugged back and added, "Good night, son."
"Good night, Daddy," Trunks said affectionately. He then approached his mother, enveloped her in a warm hug, and wished her a restful night as well.
Bulma was taken aback by the unexpected display of affection from Vegeta. It marked the first instance she had witnessed such behaviour toward their son.
Could the experience with Majin Buu have triggered a transformation in him, causing a reevaluation of life's true values?
Before she could delve deeper into that question, her attention shifted to Vegeta. A smile played on his lips, and his eyes sparkled mischievously as he advanced toward her. Slowly, he brought her to a standstill with her back against the wall.
"What's wrong, Vegeta?" Bulma asked anxiously.
"You know...," Vegeta said, his hands placed on either side of her head as he looked directly into her blue eyes. "I'm not tired at all, contrary to what you might think. Perhaps it'll be you who's tired after what I have planned for tonight," Vegeta whispered into her right ear. "I wonder if you'll be in any condition to work tomorrow."
He returned to face her and kissed her hotly.
She swiftly met his advance, parting her lips to welcome his kiss. Their tongues danced in a sensual choreography, and as he closed his eyes, her hand entwined in his hair, pulling gently but with a firm grip. The intensity of their kiss deepened, each moment more fervent than the last. A soft hum of approval escaped her, mirroring his passion as they exchanged kisses filled with ardour and eagerness.
Her hand snaked up, over his pelvis, his stomach, his chest. Touching him more seemed crucial.
From her hip, his hands embarked on an exploration, ascending to her waist and eventually reaching her ample breasts. In reaction, she deftly hooked her leg around him, drawing him nearer until their groins collided. Relishing the sensual friction, a low moan escaped her lips, merging with the heat of their kiss. His full pressure against her allowed her to perceive the unmistakable evidence of his arousal, the tension evident through the fabric of his spandex.
Her fingers started to slide on his ass, squeezing him. She hiked up the leg that had pulled him in, wrapping it half over his waist, grinding her hips against his. He shuddered, a low moan emitting from deep inside his chest and this caused her to let out a soft whimper.
Releasing her hair from his grip, he shifted his attention to her leg wrapped around his waist. His hand slipped sensuously over her thigh and hip, finding its destination in a firm grasp of her enticing curves. Concurrently, as he explored her mouth with fervent laps, his other hand kneaded her breast in sync with the rhythmic motion of their hips. Both hungry for deeper connection, he reciprocated her movements with an eagerness that spoke of desire.
The hand she had kept on his chest trailed down and she slid it under his tank top, her palm on his abs. Vegeta then moved his hands down to lift her red dress.
"Vegeta, please stop!" Bulma said, panting.
"Why?" Vegeta asked, not ceasing his kisses.
"Trunks or my parents might hear or see us. Let's go upstairs," she said, her cheeks blushing.
Without uttering a word, Vegeta held Bulma tightly in his arms. She willingly wrapped her legs around her partner as they moved and he carried her into the bedroom upstairs.
Once they arrived, Vegeta picked up where they had left off. He took her to the bed, and in two steps, he was all over her again, holding her hips and kissing her. She threw an arm over his shoulder and cupped his face with the other, before threading it through his hair.
Resting a hand on her thigh, he leaned over her. Slowly he removed her red dress, her panties and then spread her folds with his fingers. She shuddered as he ran his tongue over the length of her pussy a few times. He plunged into her opening, licking inside, and she gasped. Then his mouth melted over her and Bulma moaned without restraint. He clung to her clit, drawing slow circles, his nose sunk into it. His languid tongue on her clit was already making her belly clench.
She closed her thighs, pressing them firmly against his cheeks. Grabbing a hand of his black hair, she pushed his mouth onto her pussy. Vegeta moaned, his breathing instantly strained. He sped up his tongue, licking her clit with vigour. The harder she tugged his hair and pushed his face into her cunt, the more he seemed to relish it. Bulma's spine lifted off the mattress.
"Oh, yes!" she cried out.
Through growing pleasure, she peered down at him. He had his eyes closed and was working his mouth on her pussy, one hand cupping her thigh. Her body moved to the steady rhythm of his tongue, rocking forward, and she realised he was masturbating. She spread her thighs to look at him. He opened his eyes, and as he watched her, he let go of her thigh and pushed two fingers inside her.
He felt the pleasure flow to the nth degree as he started pumping, curling his fingers just right. His tongue kept up a rapid tempo on her clit, and she felt herself falling. With one hand entangled in his hair and the other gripping the bed sheets, she arched her hips into his mouth. The electric intensity of the moment collided with her senses, unleashing a white-hot wave of ecstasy that swept through her entire being.
Letting the shocks of pleasure wane, Vegeta was still lapping softly at her pussy with his fingers inside of her. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her until the final twitch died down, before he removed his fingers and shifted to drag her hips further up the mattress. He leaned over her, his stomach against the bed frame, his hands underneath her ass. Watching him while trying to catch her breath, he gave her a dark look, before lowering his mouth on her again.
He didn't want to stop.
She cried out at the feeling of his tongue on her oversensitive wet cunt, but Vegeta was relentless. He was less careful and she could feel the scrape of his teeth, the pressure of his jaw as he devoured her. Three fingers were inside her now, pumping at a brutal pace. He sucked her clit harshly and she came again, fast and hard.
Her second orgasm hit her without warning. It shook her legs, sending ripples of bliss throughout her body. Vegeta watched her come down from her high.
He was still painfully hard, his erection straining into the mattress, and he nipped her thigh once more, earning a whimper from her.
After that, he couldn't contain himself. He just wanted to get inside of her.
He crawled up to face her, to kiss her rosy mouth giving her a taste of her own wetness on his tongue, and kept her legs in place with his knees. She sighed into the kiss and threw her arms around his neck, tilting her hips towards his groin. His cock twitched at her eagerness.
Lifting up from her, he positioned his cock at her entrance. She bit her bottom lip, looking down in between their bodies, and spread her legs even wider for him.
Slowly, he pushed forward, filling up her tight heat. She moaned while he stretched her open inch by inch. Her eyes fluttered closed and he stared at that pretty face, intoxicated by how she was taking his cock.
"F-fuck!" he groaned, when he was fully inside of her.
Vegeta had to hold still to suppress himself. He turned his face away, kept his breath steady.
Bulma was caressing him, his back, his sides. Her nose nuzzled a spot behind his ear, her lips pecked at his neck. She dug her nails into his hip bones.
"Please," she pleaded, her voice dripping with shameless desire.
He raised himself on his forearms and gave her a sharp thrust. She cried out, a sound so lustful, he wanted to hear it again, coax it out of her. He snapped his hips against hers and she threw her head back into the mattress, giving him what he craved.
Enraptured, he withdrew slowly and thrust in with force and speed. The sounds she made during their intimate moments always spun his head. Her hands greedily roamed his body, exploring the ridges of his muscles. She squeezed his ass and grazed her fingers over his tailbone. Bulma knew that rubbing that spot would have sent sparks up his spine. They ignited that old energy of transformation, of becoming a beast with nothing on his mind but ravaging.
So when she pressed her fingers to that spot now, it made him growl through gritted teeth. His pace fastened and he fell into a steady rhythm. He looked at his wife's face as she gasped, her breasts bouncing with each crash of his cock into her. He wanted to drown her in pleasure.
He grabbed a pillow from the headboard and lifted her hips. Propping the pillow under her ass, he sat on his knees and threw her legs over his shoulders. Then he continued to plough into her, slanting his hips.
"Ohh - right there!" she moaned.
He obliged and he started to piston himself where she wanted him.
He licked his thumb, coating it in spit as she watched him, half-way blissed out. He reached in between them to rub her clit, fast and hard. At this she cried out and arched her back. Bulma thread one hand through her hair and squeezed her breast with the other. Determined to send her into overdrive, Vegeta leaned over to kiss her other breast, suck her nipple.
Despite his desire to prolong the moment, his body was starting to propel him toward the edge. She was close, too, clamping her walls down on him, her eyes screwed shut at the preamble towards release. But he wasn't going to grant it to her just yet.
Abruptly, he stopped and drew himself out. He flipped them over, landing on his back with his head on the pillows against the headboard. He had pulled his wife along on top of him, who was floundered by the sudden change in positions.
"Ride me, Bulma," he purred at her.
She bestowed upon him a suggestive grin. She straightened herself and straddled him, sitting on his groin.
"Yes, my Prince," she said.
She took hold of him and lowered herself on his cock. Her chest and stomach trembled, her breath hitched at fitting him inside of her.
Leaning on his broad pectorals for leverage, she rocked forward slowly to adjust to his size.
Cognizant of his gaze devouring her, she smiled and nibbled her lower lip, swaying her hips provocatively. Vegeta hissed in pleasure.
She carefully started to grind into him and he held onto her hips for balance. Tilting herself, she gained momentum and rode him faster. Suddenly, she took one of his hands and put two of his fingers in her mouth. While staring him in the face, she sucked them, making them wet. Then she put his hand to her pussy, stretched over his cock.
"Finger me," she ordered him.
His breath shuddered. He fingered her swollen clit like she told him, watching her sink onto his cock. He grabbed her ass with one hand and pumped into her, every thrust meeting her hips. Bulma was now riding his cock like she owned him. She moaned louder, her pussy feeling even tighter. Her nails scratched over his chest. One hand reached up to his throat and the pressure made him breathless. While fucking her, the gradual loss of air made him feel like he was losing his mind, snapping his hips faster.
Bulma crashed onto him one more time and then abruptly froze. Tossing her hair back, she came loudly, while Vegeta kept thrusting into her clenching pussy, rubbing her clit.
Feeling himself at his limit, he gripped her thighs with force and emptied himself into her with a strangled cry. She moaned on top of him, pressing her hips down with every shock of his body. It was so good. She then collapsed onto his chest with a sigh of contentment.
It took him long to come down, his muscles contracting in little twitches of pleasure. When he finally had softened, Bulma pressed a kiss to his jaw and rolled onto her back next to him.
For a moment, they just lay there, gazing at the ceiling, both catching their breath. Then Vegeta turned his face to look at her and noticed that she was staring right back at him. He raised an eyebrow, prompting a giggle from Bulma, who playfully covered her face with her hand.
They remained in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes until Bulma decided to break it.
"I love you, Vegeta."
Vegeta smiled at her as he pulled her even closer, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. Eventually, they drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other's warmth and affection.
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