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

Take care (vegebul, gochi, tienlaunch) ~adult

"Nyaaaahh, oh kami...!!"
Chichi arched her lower back to the limit, threw her head back and stared up at the ceiling in amazement, mouth open in a deep breath. On an impulse, she wanted to cover her mouth with both hands, afraid her loud, pleasurable scream would be heard through the bedroom door. But instead she bit her lip and grabbed the sheets on both sides while she experienced this extremely intense climax. As much as she would have hated to admit it: Goku was right. That was amazing.
While his face was still sunk in her lap and he spoiled her with his tongue until the end, he had wrapped his strong arms around her thighs, his spread hands pressed into her soft flesh. And when her sounds died away, he licked her sensitive clit one last time, which made Chichi twitch happily, and finally raised his head.
His excited face gave way to an almost infantile grin.
"Well, what did I tell you?"
Chichi laid her head on the sheet, her loose black hair spread all around. She took a last deep breath, with her eyes closed - before she opened them and found her usual facial expressions.
"Y-Yeah yeah," she admitted sheepishly.
"Now! I have to go!" With these words, Goku suddenly got up from his squatting position, which he had taken in front of the foot of the bed.
He could have taken his wife a third time, but in addition to his lust for the flesh, another very strong lust slowly welled up in him. One that was possibly even stronger than the former. One that was just in his blood as a true Saiyan. His fighting spirit.
Chichi sat up in bed, covered her nakedness with the blanket and now watched Goku as he put on his orange combat suit. She was absolutely not happy that he would now run away again and, moreover, would also take her son with him. Especially now that the day these androids would appear was inevitably approaching. In the meantime May had dawned and there were exactly 10 days left until their arrival on the island. Goku wanted to undergo a final training session before he would make his way there. Chichi had tried to change his mind way too many times, in her pushy, nagging manner, every time he and Gohan stopped by for dinner. But all her efforts had been in vain. So there was nothing left for her to do but to say to him - in her pushy and nagging manner,
"Goku, take care of our son, will you? If anything happens to my little Gohan, I will never forgive you!"
He finally tightened the belt in front of his stomach and then gave her a determined look. "Of course, Chichi."
Chichi felt a lump in her throat and looked away from him. "And please... take care of yourself too... you hear me?"
Goku eyed her with a mild expression. But suddenly he remembered something!
"Oh yeah, before I forget: something feels different inside you, Chichi."
"E-Excuse me?!" Outraged and bright red, Chichi pulled the covers higher. That he always just had to say everything so bluntly, whatever came to his mind!
"How do you mean that?!"
"I don't know. Difficult to describe. Was kind of a different feeling than usual when I put my--"
"GOKU!"
Then he just laughed and scratched the back of his head. But the next moment he suddenly felt a strange pang in his chest. He twitched almost imperceptibly, but then inwardly immediately dismissed it as nothing.
//Nah, it won't be worse//, he encouraged himself. //After all, I've been doing so well the whole time.//
And now he would rather deal with what was to come.
"I wonder when I'll meet Krillin and the others again! And Tien... I haven't seen him in a while either!"

"ATCHOO!"
A loud sneeze echoed through the attic of Kame House. Tien lay on a futon on the floor and rubbed his nose with his index finger - because the ribbon in Launch's blond mane had tickled him.
When a "Bless you!" sounded in his own voice, he turned his head to the side and looked at his double, to whom he then nodded with a somewhat crippled smile.
"Seems someone's thinking of you," Launch joked in her usual cheeky tone, glancing up at him.
Her hand rested on his bare chest, on which she had also laid her head. Cheeks rosy, skin still glistening with sweat, she snuggled into his side with a contented sigh. And at the same time, by the way, she snuggled her buttocks pleasurable toward the second Tien behind her. Launch really couldn't be happier than she was right now. Satisfied and naked, snuggled up between two bald musclemen - her favorite three eyes and his identical image. A reunion with this woman was simply inevitable and Tien actually granted her insane wish in the end. ...And somehow himself too, if he was honest.
//Holy sh... I still can't believe what we just did here...//
Luckily, Master Roshi, the turtle and Chiaotzu had just flown into town to go shopping, otherwise the local noise would have disturbed them for lifetime otherwise... Not that Chiaotzu wasn't already disturbed enough by it.
"So, Launch?"
"Hm?"
"Can I leave Chiaotzu with you if I take on the androids with the others?"
"Sure," said Launch, and after a short pause she added, "But take care of yourself out there, ya got me?"

When the big event was imminent, there was an underlying concern in the air - not only in Goku's or the Kame House, but also in the Capsule Corporation. The headquarters of the Briefs family was nestled in the stillness of a mild May night. And while there was an almost deferential silence on the premises, inside the house there was one or the other sleep-depriving - but no less pleasant - activity ongoing.

"Ah... N-Not...hhh..." Bulma's words trailed off in a voiceless gasp as Vegeta edged closer, cradling his hand even tighter on her small of the back.
She threw her head back, strands of her sweaty hair clinging to her forehead, and Vegeta immediately kissed her tender neck, bit her, licked her salty skin while continuing to penetrate her with rhythmic thrusts, hard but pleasant. Bulma was shaking with excitement, unable to think straight. It was so unbelievable, so memorable that it had happened again. That they ended up in bed together again. This time they had ended up in Bulma's room and if she had wanted to remember how, when and why at all - it would not have occurred to her anymore. But now she just wanted to enjoy this rare intimacy with her prince.
Resting her head on the pillow, she stretched her arms up and Vegeta followed this movement with his hands. She felt his rough fingers stroking her sensitive armpits and wandering up her inner arms. And finally he reached her hands, slipping his fingers between hers and they both squeezed gently but firmly. At the same moment, Bulma succumbed to another passionate kiss from him and when it broke again, the tips of their noses still touched each other, the two looked deep into each other's eyes. Bulma was so aroused, so hot, so infinitely in love with this man that this moment, in which she felt him so close to her and deep inside her again, was allowed to taste his lips, simply surpassed everything she had experienced before.
Just everything...

„WAAAH!!"

A sudden shock shot through her limbs and she immediately turned her head to the side, blinking through the darkness of the room over to the small crib that stood there against the wall. Trunks cried bitterly, kicking off his blanket, clenching his small fists. Had he had a bad dream? Or was he hungry? Or were his diapers full? It didn't help at all. Bulma just had to go to him.
But Vegeta seemed to completely tune out the loud and heartbreaking blare. He planted kisses down Bulma's neck again, thrusting her on in slow strokes.
"V-Vegeta, I have to..." Bulma muttered, pressing one hand on his shoulder, then both to forcefully motion for him to get off her. "Trunks, Trunks is--Can't you hear that...?"
"He'll survive," was his brief statement, and the sound of his muffled, slightly impatient voice alone, which he let out between two kisses, was like an acoustic aphrodisiac in Bulma's ears.
However, something else was ringing in her ears and she just COULD NOT hide it. Unfortunately.

„BWAAAH!!"

„V-Vegeta!"
Suddenly he lifted his head and looked at her. And instead of giving it up in annoyance and frustration, as Bulma would have expected given this extremely unfortunate interruption, Vegeta did the exact opposite. His mouth suddenly formed a smirk and he placed a hand on her forehead, gently brushing aside her pony strands with his thumb. And then he craned his neck and kissed her forehead so softly and so lovingly that Bulma almost melted under the kiss. That she felt like in a dream.
Like in a dream...

„BWAAAAH!!"

"Hah?!" Bulma woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in her bed, the white shirt plastered to her chest and back. She was all sweaty, all confused, rubbing her eye, shaking her head - and then gradually realizing where she was. She threw off the covers, planted both feet on the floor, and then stood up. Trunks was still crying and screaming bitterly in his crib.
"Oh my, Trunks... I'm coming," she said as she approached him. "Mom is here, shhhh..."
She gently picked him up, hugged him and rocked him slowly in her arms. And as she walked a few steps up and down the room with him, she couldn't help but feel terribly ashamed that she had let him cry for so long. But this dream she had was so... real. She looked depressed and thoughtful and out of affect she touched her forehead. It was as if she could still feel Vegeta's lips on it.
And at that moment she thought she heard a noise that drew her attention towards the door! The nocturnal light conditions did not allow for a far view, but she recognized the open door gap and how the hallway behind it stood out as a vertical black stripe. Was there someone? And why was her door open at all? Hadn't she closed it before she went to bed? Try as she might, she couldn't remember it.
And although she looked and listened unsuccessful into the darkness, a tentative idea appeared in her head, a faint glimmer of hope... But this thought seemed so absurd to her that she immediately dismissed it with a brief shake of her head.
Then she sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
//Vegeta...//
No, Bulma couldn't. Even when he wasn't even there, she couldn't get away from him. Especially not now that she was holding the result of their night together in her arms. Nothing in the world was more important to her now than this little tot and it didn't matter if he was born out of love or out of passion - Trunks was her and Vegeta's son and nothing would ever change that.
And who knows, maybe one day Vegeta would be ready for a normal life? For a... life together? A family together? Bulma couldn't deny that she somehow liked that thought - as silly and ridiculous as it seemed. Sometimes she herself could hardly believe that despite everything she still saw something in him, something far away from his irascibility, far away from his infinite pride. She would certainly never have admitted that openly and perhaps wasn't really aware of it herself at the time either, but...
should Vegeta ever consider a life together with her and Trunks - Bulma would be waiting for him.

//...please take care.//


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(Weeell, more than one year has passed since I - totally hooked on the game KAKAROT - wrote the first chapter "300-times gravity" and I can say: I had a lot of fun writing down the relationships (or tender beginnings of Bulma and Vegeta) of my three favorite ships from the Dragon Ball world. :D So I'm definitely ending my first big fanfic with one laughing and one crying eye. I really enjoyed writing and I hope you had at least as much fun reading it! A huge THANK YOU to all my readers who always looked forward to the next chapter! Whether short or long comments, excessive or just a smiley - your encouragement and joy about my story have helped me a lot, supported me a lot, made me cheer, laugh or even think about it. Thank you, thank you, thank you again to all of you (including those who didn't comment, of course)!
Dragon Ball Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch) is now officially over!)