This choice: Vegeta and Bulma work out some issues • Go Back...Chapter #4Vegeta and Bulma work out some issues by: Daxinar   Bulma nestled her head into Vegeta's chest as the two lied in bed together, the warmth of the Saiyan princes body making the blue haired woman content to stay like this for as long as possible. Bulma smiled to herself, the passion shared between the two deeply satisfying her primal urges and relaxing her body enough to begin to lull her to sleep. Alot had happened recently, what with the cataclysmic events on Namek that had nearly reduced Bulma to a broken, crying heap. The last months of living with Vegeta and the Namekians had given her lots of time to let the scary memories subside. And now, she was dealing with the knowledge of Goku's continued absence as he had requested to not be wished back to Earth by the Dragon Balls. After all those ups and downs, It was just nice to share a pleasent, private moment with somebody, even if it was the last person she expected.
Vegeta, as it turned out, had other plans and suddenly threw himself out of bed, resulting in Bulma's face ungracefully falling against the mattress. “Umf! Wha...? Hey, where are you going?” Vegeta had already began dressing himself in his armor. He didn't respond to Bulma's half awake inquiry, focusing on securing the chest plate to himself. Bulma threw her legs over the side of the bed, rubbing her eyes and looking irritated at Vegeta for the sudden upheaval of her rest. “Don't you ignore me, monkey man!”
“Tch.” Vegeta visibly twitched in irritation before turning to face her with a familiar dismissive grin. “I figured it was obvious. Your father has more thank likely completed maintenance on my ship. I'm off to more important matters. Though I must admit, you were an amusing distraction.” Vegeta turned towards the door, not noticing Bulma's brow furrow in anger as she rose to her bare feet, clenching her fists at her side as she stood in her white tank top and white panties with pink furls on the waistband. “Now hold on a damn minute!”
Bulma marched toward Vegeta, who had stopped once again and turned to face her. He was fully clad in his armor now, the expression on his face now the same focused stone like visage he usually wore as opposed to the notably softer way he regarded Bulma when they were being intimate. Bulma most definitely wanted to see more of the latter, which is why she was regarding him with her own stubborn expression with her hands on her hips. “First of all, it's MY family's ship, and the only reason my dad is even letting you use it is because I asked him to. And after all that, all those nice meals I made for you and all the nights I let you stay in MY bed, you turn around and call me an “amusing distraction”!?” Vegeta's own brow was now perked upwards, his stone like expression breaking under Bulma's unexpected verbal assault. “Wha- Why are you acting so indignant!? I never asked you for anything, woman! You think I like wasting my time here with you and the rest of these insufferable humans!? I thought we had an understanding that YOU would supply me with the resources I need to train, and in return I wouldn't take over your pathetic planet!”
Bulma might have been scared to death at one point of this madly powerful alien, but she was determined to not budge an inch as she immediately shot back at Vegeta's knee-jerk response. “Ooo, real scary! We both know that the second you try anything Piccolo will slap you silly! And you can bet that Tien, Krillin and Yamcha would be right behind him! You can talk big all you want, but you continue to stay here out of MY hospitality, NOT because I'm a prisoner!”
Vegeta gritted his teetch as he was literally growling with frustration at this point, leaning down to eye level with Bulma as he fully engaged in the shouting match. “Why you little- Do you think I fear that Namekian!? It would take me five minutes to finish him off and maybe another two to pound all the rest of those weakling's into the ground!” Bulma rolled her eyes and let out a catty sounding “HAH” as some part of her delighted in chiding Vegeta's sense of pride and watching his face twist into an even angrier version of itself. However, the more sensible part thought that no matter how funny it was to joke with him that she wasn't going to convince him like this either. “Look, I get that you wanna train to fight Goku. Heck, I'm sure he'd be mad at me if he came back and learned that I didn't let you get as strong as possible. But do you HAVE to go out in space to train? Beleive it or not, I actually kinda like having you around..." Vegeta seemed the most taken aback by this, as he scoffed and averted his eyes from Bulma's. "I don't understand you. None of the women on my planet were ever this bothersome."
He then turned and continued out the door, only to stop when he felt a sleder feminine hand grasp at his left hand. "Would you just hold on- Wah!?" Faster than Bulma could possibly see, Vegeta had spun both her arms behind her back and gripped them together with one hand. "Hey! Leggo you jerk!" Vegeta grinned widely, his saiyan nature much prefering the forceful approach rather than a diologue. "Oh, so first you want me around and then I'm a jerk? Such and indecisive woman you are..." Bulma struggled even knowing she had no chance to break Vegeta's grip, looking back at him with a strong blush and an even madder face than when she was laying down the law with him. "I said Leggo! We both know you won't hurt me, so quit bluffing and Lemme go so I can smack you for being so mean!" Vegeta couldn't help but laugh at the womans spunkyness as he watched her squirm slightly from side to side. His eyes trailed down her back, and stopped when they met her pantie clad backside also shaking from side to side as Bulma's struggles grew more and more frustrated. "Hahaha...Perhaps your right, woman. While you can be unbeleivably annoying, you do have certain qualities that would be a shame to waste..." Vegeta punctuated this laste sentence with more than a bit of seductiveness in his voice as his free hand traced down Bulma's back. Bulma stood still as the gloved fingers made contact with her skin, the tingling sensation as they ran down her back making her blush all the more pronounced as she faced forward so as not to let Vegeta see it. "Hah..." Bulma let out a contented sigh as Vegetas fingers traced lower and lower, her eyes closing as she focused on the feeling of his touch. However, they fluttered partway open in the next second as she oddly felt the back of underwear snug a bit against her butt, almost as though someone was...grabbing the waistband.
Vegeta waitied till the moment Bulma stiffened up in realization to use just a portion of his saiyan strength to wrench the back of the white undies in his grasp to the back of Bulma's head, the shocked blue haired woman's jaw dropping as low as it could as she felt the back of the panties rip into her fast enough to cause an unreal amount of burning, stinging, and tingling. The assault of the three intense sensations suddenly pulsing in her rear made Bulma's only form of auditory response an extremely high pitched moan as her jaw hung open and her greatly widened eyes twitch in pain. "Such as the lovely look on your face right now!" Vegeta gave Bulma no time to adjust to the new position of her undies as he added just a bit more strength which stretched the panties a good foot past Bulma's head and reduced the lower portion to a tiny white thong like V shape which bit brutally hard into the womans butt and sent her whole body up off the ground. Bulma snapped out of the initial shock of the Saiyan wedgie, her hands darting down to cover her bare tushy while she shut her eyes and let out a deeply pained and enlongated groan.
Vegeta had no intentions of being gentle, as Bulma soon found out when he began bouncing her butt hard against the thin strip of material. Bulma was not at all prepared for this as she was unable to form any words to communicate her displeasure to Vegeta, the only thing leaving her mouth being high pitched yelps . "Kya!! Ungh! Ahaw!!" The panties ripped a significant amount more up Bulma's already agonized tushy every bounce, nothing to soften the pressure as Bulma's poor backside was at the mercy of Vegeta's epic strength and Earths unforgiving gravity. The stinging that came to Bulma's butt with each new bounce built upon the stinging of the last, soon making Bulma's legs kick wildy back and forth just to distract herself from the pain as her hands held tightly over her harshly wedgied rear. "NnnnnAAAhow!" Bulma tried to silence her cry's, this only seeming to make the pain less bareable as she soon let loose from her mouth the built up squeal. Vegeta couldn't help but chuckle to himself, just a little bit of his strength bringing the Earth woman to his mercy as he continued to watch her butt bounce harder and harder against the material of her panties, the pink frills and white cotton alike digging deep into the girls backside as she continued her lamenting cry's. Bulma had lost all the moxy she had shown to Vegeta as her bravery was overcome by pain and humuliation, simply wanting the torture of her ass to end as she wildly kicked and squirmed in midair with a beet red blush on her pained face. "Ahh!! Eaahaaw! Noaahooo!!" Bulma shook her head back and forth as she flew up and down in her large dangling wedgie, seemingly trying to communicate in body language what she no longer could with words. Oh, Vegeta understood just fine.
"AAAhaannn...!!" Bulma grew stiff as a board once again, stopping all her squirming and clenching her teeth tightly when she felt Vegeta suddenly reach down to her legholes and ram them up to the same level as her waistband. shrinking the strip of cotton so far up Bulma's booty even smaller as the woman's hands were twisted into claws from the unbeleivably huge wedgie that her Saiyan lover was so happily delivering. Vegeta held Bulma up perfectly still by her panties, admiring his work as he thought of how to proceed...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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