*Clanc*
Bulma snorted and turned the wrench again,
irritated. It had to work, somehow she had to get that...
"Ah!"
Damn it, she thought, angry, as she
shook her hand in pain at an inopportune twist of her wrist.
I
can't believe it…
"Ah, woman. I see
that you have finally set to work on my machine…"
Like a spring, Bulma
stood up as she heard his voice behind her. Slowly, her head turned until the
newcomer entered her field of vision. The woman cursed low - that day, she
wasn't exactly in the mood to put up with nonsense. Not after sending Yamcha
packing for once and for all…
"What did you
just say, Vegeta?", she syllabled, very slowly.
The warrior, for his
part, did not even seem to be impressed by her tone, but took a couple of steps
forward, folded his arms and chuckled at her:
"I'm saying
that at this pace I'm going to get old before you finish this damn room, don't
you think?"
Bulma clenched her
fists, noticing how the wrench on her right hand painfully stuck in her palm
under the working glove. She took a deep breath through her nose, mentally
counted to five... And she exploded without being able to avoid it.
"Look, Vegeta!
Either you get out of here right now, or I swear to God I'll smash this wrench
in your head!" she shouted at him, turning completely.
That outburst changed
Vegeta's face in a second and it showed the irate red rising to his face.
"Excuse me,
woman? Who do you think you're talking to?"
Bulma pointed at him
with an accusing finger.
"I'm telling you,
don't give me that bullshit, you insolent bastard who only commands, offends
and loafers!" Bulma continued, without any fear. "So get out of my
sight! Now! And let me work in peace!"
Without moving, Vegeta
grunted audibly and pressed his fingers against his forearms, repressing the
desire to strangle her right there because of that manifest disrespect for his
person. He, a prince... The prince of all Saiyans. How dare that vulgar woman
throw him out?
Hence, seen and
unseen, the warrior advanced with two strides until he reached Bulma's position,
resting his arms on the wall of the command centre of the room, on both sides
of her small body - blocking her escape.
"You stupid
earthling! Watch your tongue," he recommended, furious, a few inches from
her face. "Don't you dare speak to me like that, or you'll regret
it!"
Bulma looked at him,
frozen for two seconds that seemed eternal. But after that brief lapse, she
frowned, threw her hands forward, and did something she would never have
imagined under more relaxed circumstances. She took him roughly by the shirt,
pulled him towards herself... And she kissed him.
It wasn't a tender
gesture, rather a very unromantic statement of intent, but the young scientist
shuddered almost unwittingly as their faces finally separated and their glances
crossed again.
"So!", Bulma
shouted at him, rudely releasing the fabric. "Here's what this earthling
is able to do with her tongue, you spoiled little prince. Any other complaints,
or are you going to let me work in peace?"
Vegeta looked at her,
stunned and not knowing what to do. Suddenly, it was as if something had
exploded without consent in his head and, for some reason, the warrior was
unable to think properly. And when his sober part had told him to slam out, the
instinctive part suddenly prevailed over everything else. Causing Vegeta's
hands to clutch Bulma's hips and draw her to his turned body from one moment to
the next.
When their lips fused
again, Bulma opened her eyes wide, incredulous. At no time had she imagined
such a turn of events. For the truth's sake, her only impulse had been to try
to get rid of him by doing what he detested most in the Universe: having
physical contact with an earthling. But every coherent thought was diluted when
his tongue began to run along the inside of her cheeks. Bulma rolled her eyes,
threw her arms around his neck, and passionately kissed him back. Was it on
their bodies, or was it suddenly getting very hot in that room?
After a few minutes of
recognizing each other's body against the half-finished control panel, Bulma
asked Vegeta to wait for a second and went to lock the door. If anyone found
them in such a situation... However, Bulma had already decided that she was not
going to waste the opportunity to have an encounter with Vegeta alone.
When she returned to
her initial position, Vegeta took her by the waist. But, to the woman's
surprise, he did not embrace her head-on, but rather, with less rudeness than
Bulma had expected, turned her around and girded her back to him, taking off
her work shirt just a second later. Bulma gasped. That was getting out of
control, but she was the first to hunch back when he bit her neck and held her
breasts in one hand, all in one. The black top that the woman wore as a bra was
beginning to slide towards her waist, leaving her nipples in sight.
The moment Vegeta
turned her over again and began to descend, kissing, licking and nibbling every
inch of the young woman's skin and curves, she clung to the metal on her back
and watched him do it, noticing her lingerie loading with moisture as he
reached the floor and knelt in front of her. "Kneeling?" she thought
with some innocence, wrapped in her own cloud of pleasure. He looked at her at
that moment with a strange expression and his face a little red.
"Embarrassed? Excited?" Bulma elucidated, not daring to open her
mouth except to pant, anxious to know what would come next.
Vegeta, for his part,
noticed his crotch getting so hard that he thought the fabric of his trousers
was going to burst from one moment to the next. In his dull little head, there
was only room for one wish: to tear off Bulma's clothes, in tatters if necessary,
before making her of his own against the control panel of the gravity room. Her
blue irises, loaded with badly repressed desire, called him from the height.
And the warrior thought no more of it.
So, without haste but
without stopping or even breathing, Vegeta threw his hands forward and began to
take off the young scientist's trousers, while she took off her top and
bracelets. As he ascended, the Saiyan lowered his pants in a single movement
while Bulma stretched out her arms to remove his shirt. Vegeta then pressed
against her, kissing her again without delicacy, before putting a hand between
her legs. It was wet, very wet over there, and that aroused him very much. The
woman moaned and whispered his name, making the warrior even more excited as his
fingers rose and brushed her pleasure spot. Without opposition, Bulma let
herself be lifted by Vegeta, his hands clutching her buttocks, before embracing
his hips with her legs and beginning to notice, as in a dream, his virile limb
entering her. It was not abrupt, to Bulma's surprise, but slow and cadenced,
making their bodies perfectly accommodate each other.
Thus, leaning against
the control panel of the room, the spontaneous lovers let their containment
dilute between gasps and groans, more and more intense. At least until the
moment when Bulma brought her lips to Vegeta's ear and whispered, almost
unaware of what she was doing:
"Let me ride you,
Vegeta."
If he was surprised by
that request, he barely let it shine through. Without delay, the warrior
lowered Bulma to the ground, moved away and let himself be guided to a nearby
area cleared of tools. Once there, the Saiyan lay down on the ground and let
Bulma do without opposition. In fact, when he saw how she moved over him, the
warrior almost had to bite his fist so as not to scream with pleasure.
Exhausted, he watched as the curves of the young woman waved in the dim light
of the room under construction, as he felt the end inexorably approaching. And
that's when he himself, almost without warning, stood up, grabbed Bulma by the
waist and whispered, excited:
"Lie down."
The woman looked
straight at him, almost without seeing because of how close she was to orgasm;
but, like him at the time, she did not renege on his request, but immediately
lay on her back on the ground and let him ride her in turn, anxious like a bull
about to come out into the ring. When the climax came for both of them, Vegeta
forced himself to bury his final groan on her lips. He felt too replete to be
true.
In fact, as soon as
they both caught their breath and separated, they stared absorbed at the
ceiling for almost an entire minute, not daring to look at each other. The
first to turn her head in the direction of her lover was Bulma, just before she
dared to bring her fingers closer to his. Only a few centimetres separated
them. And yet the woman must not have been surprised when that simple rub had
the same effect on Vegeta as if he had been punched. The warrior almost slammed
his hand away, then stood up without looking at Bulma. In tension, she
contemplated how the Saiyan sat for a moment, also tense, looking at no
particular point before getting up without further ado and getting dressed. At
no point did Vegeta turn to look at her. Bulma observed him as paralyzed
throughout the process. Even as he approached the door, unlocked the bolt and
stepped out, the woman was unable to say or do anything to hold him. Something
inside her told her it was better this way.
When the door closed
behind Vegeta, the young scientist exhaled forcefully through her mouth, still
lying on the floor, and looked around her. The room was a complete mess and she
was feeling tingles on every pore of her skin just by evoking the touch of
Vegeta, but she had to surrender to the evidence.
Probably, she reflected, that would not happen again.
It had been a moment
of tension, which had erupted between the two of them and, well, had
crystallized like a desperate fuck. Both, by the odds of life, felt very
lonely. Maybe it was what it had to be: two adults looking for the warmth of
another creature, if only for once in their lives.
As she got up and
dressed to go back to work, Bulma tried to stop thinking about Vegeta. When she
saw him again, she should have a clear mind and not fall back into that
temptation.
Most likely, she thought with irony and,
at the same time, with a twinge of pain in her soul, it wouldn't even cross his mind to humiliate himself again with an
average earthling mortal.
But little could the
young heiress of Capsule Corp. imagine how close she was to err in her
assumption.
