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Royal Pains

Bulma had long since lost track of just how many times she had been called away from her work and research just to come in and fix the new gravity chamber she had just invented. If the prince of all saiyans would start treating her equipment with a little respect, she might not be so irked. He didn't like being forced to put his training on pause because of a malfunction (in the form of a hole blown into the chamber wall) any more than she enjoyed being yanked from her station to come and fix it. Unlike everyone else, she didn't bow or kiss ass when she was around Vegeta. She definitely wasn't afraid to get in his face and yell just as loud, if not louder, than him.

"You really did a number on it this time. It's not a simple fix. I'm going to need a couple of days to repair the damage and sort out the gravity settings." She remarked with a sharp, annoyed tone to her voice. Leaning over the edge of the panel, the blue haired saiyan looked utterly disgusted at the exposed wires and broken bits of paneling. Bulma had been born with a power level high enough to put her in the elite saiyan status, but instead of becoming a warrior, she chose to devote her time to more scientific matters. It was a real scandal back in the day, but since then she had produced some very useful technology such as the gravity chamber Vegeta seemed so fond of using. Since she created it, she was the only one who could fix it.

"This chamber wasn't designed for your extreme rise in power level over the last couple of months, but we'll have to keep patching it up until I have the time and resources to build another one."

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[For now, Bulma was completely ignorant of what Vegeta had just gotten himself into. Although the clues of a fight were all present and accounted for. Raditz certainly couldn't inflict that kind of damage. She almost wanted to ask. Thankfully she knew better]

Looks like you had a good time. Also, you should be fine so long as you don't blow any more holes in the chamber.

[Anything else? Really, Vegeta?]

You don't want to discuss anything else? Upcoming ceremonies? King Vegeta quite possibly killing my in my sleep? Stuff I should know?

[Vegeta's a little annoyed at all this talking- he wants to train! But the mention of his father does get his attention.]

He wouldn't kill you in your sleep. [That's not the saiyan way, after all!] For now he doesn't even know, so you don't have to worry about it. [Vegeta, talk to your father.]

And if he does try anything just tell him to take it up with me. He's no match for me and he knows it.

[She crossed her arms over her chest]

He can have me sent off planet for a million reasons, the least of which being his own personal whim.

[But fine, if Vegeta thought he could handle this she would trust him]

He's still the king, Vegeta.

I don't care, he can deal with it.

[He cares a lot but whatever King Vegeta will probably just grumble and cope because what the hell can he do.]

Okay, well it'll probably go down a bit easier if I'm already carrying your heir.

[She couldn't believe these words were coming out of her mouth, let alone this idea]

So, whenever you want to provide a sample, I can take over the process from there.

[Right, because actually having sexual intercourse to procreate could take months. This was the fastest, easiest route to take.

So sexy, right?]

[What

Is this flirting

she's not serious]

... "Provide a sample"?

[Oh, she's serious alright. The look on Vegeta's face made some of her discomfort go away, replaced by amusement]

Sperm sample? You know, I told you yesterday I have a frozen sample of my eggs. It doesn't have to be right away.

[Hey, he's the one who decided to just claim her as his mate. How is she the strange one for suggesting a perfectly routine procedure?]

[How does he tell her that he'd rather have sex than do that without being incredibly awkward? God damn it, Bulma, help him]

... You wouldn't rather do it the normal way first?

Sex?

[Bulma paused for a moment. It wasn't that the thought hadn't occurred to her before. Believe it or not, the prince of all saiyans had had a starring role in some of her more vivid and feverish dreams lately]

Hm, come closer.

[Of course she refused to answer his question right away. There was a little test she wanted to perform first]

No, we'd call up the space stork of course I mean sex!

[Bulma, you're killing him. Vegeta glares at her. How dare she give him orders... But fine. Feeling contrary, he takes a step forward to get right up in Bulma's personal space, maintaining intense eye contact all the while.]

Well?

Edited 2015-08-20 02:59 (UTC)

[Bulma decided not to comment on his first retort. After all, a good relationship was about picking your battles. And yeah it was still weird to think of them being in a relationship. Saiyan couples rarely became attached, it was a sign of weakness, but sexual chemistry was certainly a paramount reason to mate. Offspring being a secondary reason and/or consequence]

Do yourself a favor and shut up for once.

[She leaned in just far enough to inhale softly against his neck, taking in the rich musk of his scent mixed with the intoxicating blend of sweat from his earlier fight. It was the perfect aphrodisiac for a female saiyan.

She wrapped her arms around his neck just as her lips brushed his. Tentative and uncertain at first, but swiftly losing all form of decorum as she pressed her whole body against his and deepened the kiss]

[It probably doesn't help that Vegeta decided to approach this in the most awkward and stupid way possible. He knows he's certainly attracted to Bulma and even if he won't admit it, he's attached to her. But it's so much easier to pretend it's just a matter of convenience.

Vegeta freezes in place when he feels Bulma's breath on his neck, eye lids fluttering shut as he briefly lets himself enjoy the scent of her hair. The scent of oil and machinery isn't exactly an appealing one, but after having known Bulma for a while it's a familiar one and something he associates with... something. Defining that isn't important now.

At first he doesn't react when she kisses him, both anticipating it and unsure of what to do. But then she tastes so good and the feeling of her body against his is just perfect... Vegeta growls deep in his throat, wraps one arm tightly around her waist and pins her to the wall with the other, kissing back fiercely.]

[Oh the things she would do to him if he ever came to her fresh from a fight. She'd climb him like tree and ride him until his eyes rolled back. Repeatedly. It was buried deep within her DNA, much as she tried to fight it with scientific reasoning.

A soft and entirely muffled gasp escaped when he pushed her back against the wall. Unfortunately saiyan armor really wasn't designed for this purpose so the sensation of being pressed together was a bit muffled. Her skin itched, irritated until she could feel his bare skin against hers.

Eventually, she had to draw back for breath, eyes slowly opening. Pupils wide and unfocused. Her tail dropped from her waist to wind around his thigh. Not once, not twice, but three times to ensure he couldn't go anywhere. Not without taking her with him]

I'd say that's a yes.

[To the 'normal' way of doing this]

Edited 2015-08-20 04:13 (UTC)

[Vegeta's own tail uncoils from around his waist to wrap around Bulma's hips, holding her in place. Oh, no, he's definitely not going anywhere. Though he wouldn't mind her moving her tail a little higher.

When Bulma pulls back to breath, Vegeta just moves his mouth to her neck, kissing the skin there and along her jaw. He stops when he gets to her ear though, speaking firmly.]

My quarters. Now.

[He's not far enough gone to fuck her in the middle of a public hallway but they both really need to get out of this armour.]

[Still giving out orders, but at least this was one Bulma would happily follow. She just had to unwind her tail first and let his slip from her waist. Untangling their bodies proved to be a harder feat]

I thought you wanted to train?

[She couldn't help teasing him, tossing a coy smile his way before walking towards his quarters. She didn't have to look back to know he had fallen into step behind her. No sooner did the door to his room open than she reached out to yank him into the room a split second after her. Without a word she began to tug her armor up and off, more than eager to get back to the hot and heavy part]

I could always change my mind, woman.

[So don't push him. You know he's more than stubborn enough to go back to the gravity chamber for the night just to prove a point.

Vegeta follows Bulma closely behind all the way back to his room, not ever touching her and instead maintaining a heavy presence right behind her as he stares intently at the back of her head. As soon as they enter his room Vegeta slams the door shut and helps pull Bulma's chest plate off over her head while simultaneously shoving her against the wall and pressing himself against her. Finally, all that awkwardness from earlier will pay off and they get to do the fun part.]

[Bulma decided there and then to pick her battles. Sure, she could argue the point and push his buttons, but that wouldn't benefit either of them at the moment. With he chest plate off that left the under suit, which she was in the process of peeling off when he pinned her, leaving the fabric bunched at her waist. Her breasts fully on display and they were quite marvelous, if she did say so herself]

You need to get naked too.

[She pointed out, shifting her weight enough to switch places with Vegeta, pinning him back against the wall as she reached to held him get out of his armor. Yes, even now, she was still bossy]

[It's probably not hard to pin Vegeta, because he's busy getting his gloves off first, eager to feel Bulma's skin properly. He puts one hand on the small of her back to pull her a little closer, another hand goes to massage her breast and Vegeta's mouth goes to kiss Bulma's neck distractedly.]

Hm?

[Oh, right, his clothes. The hand on her back trails down to tug Bulma's under suit a little further down but then Vegeta suddenly growls in frustration. Yeah, his clothes definitely need to go. So he moves to quickly take off his armour, thankful for once that the royal armour doesn't actually include a shirt.]

[Bulma was far from a passive participant, in fact she grew bolder by the minute as she helped him tug his armor off, pausing for just a moment to admire his physique and let her eyes wander from top to bottom and back up again. Dear god he's every saiyan woman's wet dream, she thought to herself. Though she'd never say it out loud. His ego didn't need any stroking.

She let him tug her suit down until it pooled at her feet, stepping out of it and kicking it aside carelessly. She wanted her hands on his body, naked flesh against equally hot and naked flesh. Her hands sloped his shoulders and slid down his sides, pausing to rest just above the base of his tail]

You sure you can handle me?

[Mostly teasing. Mostly]

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