Scar Face

The only thing Vegeta could hear besides the sensual music was her desperate moans and the wet slap of skin that echoed in Bulma's big bedroom. He grabbed her legs and spread her even more, giving a hard thrust in the progress; as he enjoyed her scream and the automatic reaction of biting her lower lip. Just looking at her at this moment made him feel warm and content. Her long, blue hair spread on the pillow, her blue eyes dark with lust, her pale skin had a pink, flushed tone to it. Her perky breast bounced with every thrust he gave, her moans and whimpers were simply delicious to his ears. He wished he could stay like this a bit longer, however, his orgasm was near and hers too. Bulma began to tremble and to weakly grabbed his arms.

"Vegeta, I-I am coming!" With a loud moan, her pussy tightened and spammed as she orgasmed. Vegeta groaned and nipped at her neck as he emptied himself inside her. He restrained himself from biting her neck. He slumped beside her in the bed and she curled against his chest. Since the day at the pool, when they finally gave in to the temptation of being together, they had been sleeping together. Vegeta would slip inside her bedroom and into her bed, or they would meet at the Gravity Chamber or in her lab and screw like bunnies.

It's been a few fun weeks for the couple.

Vegeta gazed at Bulma, she fell asleep and was snoring softly. He couldn't remember a time where he had felt so content with his life. A Saiyan warrior prince without a planet, raised by a sociopath ice lizard demon, only knowing destruction and pain. Only using sex to release pent-up frustration and to satisfy a biological need, to be with different people every time he felt the need for release. However, ever since he arrived on Earth, that he had spent time with the annoying, intelligent, and sensual woman; he felt more Saiyan than ever before. It was a strange feeling. One that he was afraid to put more thought into it. He got up from the bed and made his way to his room; feeling relaxed and sleepy. As he laid in bed, he began to toy with the idea of making Earth his new home. He didn't have anything to lose. Frieza was dead, Kakarrot and his halfbreed kids lived here, and Bulma was a great company. Moreover, Bunny Brief's Pancakes were the best shit ever, and he would eat like a king every day. He saw all the benefits of this decision. With that, he turned on his side and let sleep take him. His dreams filled with the smell of strawberries and blue hair.

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The alarm roared as Bulma worked up feeling refreshed and happy. It's been a few weeks since she and Vegeta have been sleeping together. The Saiyan prince was an attentive and satisfying lover. He would make her orgasm first multiple times before he would try and reach his peak. The man knew what he was doing under the sheets, the sex was always passionate and wild. The blue-haired woman sighed dreamily and made her way to the bathroom. She had a lot of things to do, finally having a breakthrough with a replica of the Saiyan armor that Vegeta usually donned and with some merge with a British tech company. Bulma was a busy woman. She took a hot bubble bath, it relaxed her sore muscles and let her enjoy some alone time before she had to get to the lab. Her mind went back to the proud Saiyan prince. The delicious way that he made her feel didn't compare with anything!

She felt hot, itchy, and wet every time she saw him. It was so different from how she felt when she was dating Yamcha. With Yamcha, it was something familiar, something tender, and tame. But with Vegeta, it was something dark, delicious, and dangerous. Bulma knew that she had a massive crush on the man and it was developing into something more; something bigger. I don't think he will want to be with me, honestly. The woman thought as she blew a bubble away from her face. His goal is to destroy the androids AND fight Goku. Bulma told herself as she rinsed and got out of the tube. I doubt he wants to stay and play house with me. Bulma got dressed in comfy, black jeggings, a white tank top, and her sneakers. Her long curly hair bounced on top of her hair as she walked downstairs.