ratsoftobruk | 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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[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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