Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch)

Kidding me?! (vegebul) ~adult

Vegeta's hair stood on end anyway. And now, from Mrs. Briefs' point of view, his hairstyle was visible over the top of the open fridge door.
//Hrrr, seriously?!// he thought, angrily glancing behind him out of the corner of his eye. //Does this damn old lady always have to keep disturbing?!//
Bulma's look also revealed that she was anything but happy about this abrupt interruption. Rising panic mingled with her facial expressions. Now quick action was required.
"You hear me?! I'll fix the control panel if I feel like it!!" she suddenly yelled. Then turned from Vegeta's arms, who immediately lowered them and stepped past him so that she could see past the fridge door.
"Oh, Mom!" She mimed surprised. "Please excuse the mess, but this dumbass has once again made me mad!"
Vegeta recognized her little emergency deception immediately and let her get away with the 'dumbass' for once. It wasn't possible for him to step away from the fridge, anyway - at least not before his erection had subsided. So he quickly grabbed a pack of pickled ginger and pressed it into his crotch. His wide open eyes almost rolled into the back of his head and he just couldn't believe the embarrassing situation these damn Briefs women put him in!
Mrs. Briefs wore her usual cheerful expression. "Oh, that doesn't matter, Bulma!" she said politely as she approached. "What do we have our cleaning robot for?"
Bulma moved with her like a magnet to protect Vegeta from her curious eyes. And she knew that her mother was reeaally curious.
In fact, Mrs. Briefs glanced in her direction without comment, but next she crouched down in front of the opposite cupboards to get said cleaning robot out of it. Bulma used this moment for a hasty look over her shoulder - which Vegeta replied grimly while he was still pressing the pack of ginger into his crotch. She eyed this deed a little bewildered at first, but immediately her head snapped around when she heard her mother's voice again.
"Oh my! The batteries are empty!"
"Oh yeah?" she replied, eyes widening nervously and a bead of sweat on her forehead. "That must be an ancient model... But I think there are still batteries in that drawer over there!" There was a certain impatience in her voice.
And when Mrs. Briefs straightened up and headed for the drawer, Bulma quickly grabbed Vegeta's hand and dragged him away from the fridge. For better or worse, he let himself be carried away and together the two of them were about to leave the kitchen.
"Oh Bulma, dear!" came Mrs. Brief's voice again, separating the two on the spot. Luckily, leaning over the drawer, she hadn't seen that they had been 'holding hands' on their way out. Both were now frozen in their movements and judging by Vegeta's angry expression, he would have liked to shoot Bulma's mother to the moon!
But even Bulma had put on an expression that was anything but satisfied.
"What is it??" she inquired louder than intended without turning around.
"Remember, the prospect wants to check out your combat simulator!" her mother replied in her level-headed manner.
"W-Was that already today?!"
"Yes! Oh, by the way, the dear gentleman is already here! Your father is with him in the atrium right now, because he is also an absolute gardener... and so fond of animals! Did you know that he--?"
Mrs. Briefs didn't finish her question, because when she looked up from the drawer, she realized she was suddenly all alone in the kitchen. And then she couldn't help but giggle softly behind her hand.

Now Vegeta had dragged Bulma behind him. Because he was really tired of listening to her mother's boring ramblings when he actually had something completely different in mind...
As soon as he arrived in the hallway, he simply took Bulma in his arms - this time like a real gentleman - and then - a little less gentlemanly - immediately started to sprint. Even though Bulma was in a secure grip, she still had to hold his neck and widen her eyes in shock as her feet left the ground. But she shut it immediately when a hard headwind lashed at her, whipping her hair and clothes while Vegeta raced down the hallway. She didn't even get a word, because less than two seconds later he came to a halt on squeaking soles and jumped through the nearest open door with a lightning-fast sideways leap.
His keen senses had registered approaching people whom - fortunately for them, one could say - he preferred to avoid. Although his Saiyan nature lusted after blasting troublemakers away with a ki blast, the Briefs had often asked him to refrain from such drastic measures here on earth. So instead of fighting his way, he leaned his back against the door, still holding Bulma, and listened out into the hallway. And then two Capsule Corporation employees came around the corner, talking in hushed tones.
"Have you seen the guy?"
"Yes, a real army weirdo!"
„But that red emblem on his cap looks kinda familiar..."
"Never mind! Dr. Briefs will know what he's doing!"
And as the volume of the conversation gradually leveled off, Vegeta broke his tense posture. Unlike Bulma, who had pricked up hearing what the two employees were saying, he didn't give a damn about their topics. Instead, he turned his attention back to the woman in his arms, who was still clinging to his neck and now that he was facing her, was looking into his eyes very close.
Bulma didn't quite know how to interpret this look he was now giving her. On the one hand, she was expecting another ice-cold rebuff out of the blue, but on the other hand, that look might as well announce another moment of exciting togetherness... A tingling sensation spread up the back of her neck as she waited for what would happen next.
But in that moment, when he couldn't stop staring into Bulma's blue eyes, Vegeta wondered, //What... am I doing here?//
This one question floated in his head like in a vacuum. A question that demanded an answer, a consequence, an abrupt end to this damned desire that threatened to rise up in him again. Because, without consciously controlling his sensory perception, he began to feel into his body, he began to feel Bulma's warmth against his chest, her back and her bare legs, which he held in both hands. His spread fingers pressed into the soft skin of her thigh. Just her nearness, her scent, her gaze - and the thought of their recent activity in the kitchen, which they would have taken to extremes if her mother hadn't intervened - all of this gave him that renewed, damn, irrepressible desire.
And when Bulma thought she recognized his approach, her stomach immediately contracted into a tight knot, her pulse began to race and her breath caught. This stubborn Saiyan prince was able to spark such excitement in her, she couldn't find words for it. And this time she was sure he wanted her. All to himself. That he had come here with her because of that... But wait. This room was anything but suitable for that!
"N-No," she blurted out suddenly, hastily pulling out a hand and resting it on his chin in gently dismissive intent. "Not here in the lab! You heard what my mother said: The prospect is already here and he'll definitely want to check out the combat simulator!"
"Shut up..."
As soon as this dark whisper left Vegeta's mouth, he simply kissed her.
And Bulma accepted his kiss without resistance. She couldn't help but give herself to him because she craved him so endlessly.
And in addition to that the sheer fear of getting caught again added an indescribable spice to the moment.
Still, Bulma thought it wiser, while she could still think reasonably clearly, to close the door - which was casually done with a push of a button just as Vegeta turned around with her. Because next he carried her over to her desk and sat her down on the edge where he stood hip-width in front of her. So tight that his newly growing erection pressed warm into her crotch. And to intensify this intimate contact, he grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled her even closer to him.
Bulma sat with her back straight, running her hands over his body, around his torso and back again, letting his hot kisses caress her. Both this and every touch of his strong hands gave her skin a pleasant shiver after the other.
Then, when Vegeta suddenly slid a hand forward over her hip, Bulma's emotions immediately took over. Because he really didn't hesitate, pushed up the hem of her dress and began to wander his fingers over the inside of her thigh. This supremely stimulating touch was able to immediately evoke a very wet response from Bulma's femininity. She could feel herself literally leaking, her panties getting completely soaked. Vegeta's rough fingers tingled so excitingly on her soft skin that she could hardly bear it, and the closer he got to her sensitive center of pleasure, the more Bulma began to tremble with excitement. And when she finally felt his fingers in her throbbing crotch, she gasped into his open mouth in the midst of their hot tongue play.
All the while she kept her eyes tightly closed, feeling like she was in a trance, completely enveloped in her own mind-blurring lust. And she hardly noticed how Vegeta meanwhile had reached into his pants to expose his manhood between her thighs. How he tightened his grip on her buttocks with his other hand to forcefully push her towards his loins. How he pulled her panties aside with his fingers.
But what she then certainly noticed was the pleasant hardness that found itself next in her lap. Yes, Vegeta really didn't hesitate. And that suited Bulma very well. She felt an unspeakably longing for him, wanted to finally feel him completely, take him deep inside her. And that initial stretching alone, as he pushed his tip into her entrance and tried to penetrate her with a first, slow jerk from his hips, elicited an excited, voiceless gasp from her throat.
"Nnh... O-Oh Kami..." she moaned into his neck, which she held tightly with both arms. Her nails dug into his bare shoulders. It felt so good, it felt so right.
Vegeta, on the other hand, made no sound. All he wanted now was just to--

"And this is the room where it all began!"
Bulma's eyes widened in shock when she heard her father's muffled voice. He and the prospect had to be right outside the door!
And Vegeta, too, had jumped in shock.
//Are they all f*** kidding me?!// he cursed in his head when they were seriously disturbed during their tryst AGAIN. //It's easier for me to transform into a Super Saiyan than to finally get a shot here!!//
Unfortunately, Bulma was right. Trying to do this in the lab really wasn't the smartest idea... But who knew the old geezer and that stupid prospect would be coming here right now? Vegeta had jerked his head around angrily and such a hateful expression was now on his face that Bulma was instantly feared. And she rightly feared for the safety of those who were about to walk in the door...
"Uh, wait a minute!!" she exclaimed, totally distraught and panicking. Because she already caught a glimpse of her father's white coat when it became visible through the crack in the door. "I-I'm coming!!"
//Okay, extremely bad of words//, it blued her at the same moment and she wanted to facepalmed herself.
But now she had to use both hands to push herself away from Vegeta instead. Though she would have preferred to have drawn on him and moved on with him... But her brain switched on immediately and her only concern now was not getting caught in this precarious situation by her father and to top it all off a good business partner! So she frantically got down from the desk, straightened her clothes and hair as she walked. An 'I told you' was on the tip of the tongue, but she didn't dare throw that reproachful phrase at Vegeta now. After all, she herself had hoped that they would have a little more time together...
But now all their time had been taken away. Yet again. And in addition to the unsatisfied longing, she now also feared that Vegeta might have had enough of these silly games once and for all.
But that couldn't happen. She wanted him. She really wanted him.
//Think of something else now, Bulma!// she scolded herself as she made her way to the door to greet the two new arrivals. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead and her cheeks were still tinged with a rosy glow.
Vegeta, meanwhile, stayed at the desk for a moment longer - which he would have liked to smash in half with one punch! ...Probably succeeded freehand, by the way.
His face betrayed his stunned anger at this once again embarrassing situation.
//I knew it,// he thought to himself. //I knew getting involved with her was a mistake! I'm a Saiyan prince and this is just... Hrgh, I should shred the whole terrain!!//
"Oh look, Vegeta is here too!" he heard Dr. Briefs then suddenly shouted happily and then looked back over his shoulder with a deadly angry look.
Then he saw how after Dr. Briefs a second person entered the lab. The prospective. And he was indeed an outspoken 'army weirdo', as one of the employees put it so aptly. Fully dressed in a classic, beige uniform and wearing the matching cap - with a very suspicious emblem on it.
"Bulma, may I introduce Mr. Namco?" Dr. Briefs pointed to the man next to him with his outstretched hand, and Bulma was already staring at him in shock.
//What? But that's...// she thought immediately. //The logo of the Red Ribbon Army!//


pic by Prince Vegeta/Vegeta Reacts https://i.ytimg.com/vi/SKe3qFp7w6M/maxresdefault.jpg