The Story of Us
Ok, so I had a really hard time with these prompts also, and decided that maybe I would combine the three remaining days into one chapter, since lets face it they are pretty kinky and all kind of go together. I have a few more chapters planned for various events in their lives, but updates will come less frequently, as Smutfest week is (almost) over and I HAVE to do something other than imagine up smut and light fluff for y'all.
My submission for Days 5, 6, and 7 of the @tpthvegebulsmutfest!
Pegging, Titty Fucking and Rimming
Vegeta
Today was August 17th, one day before her birthday. Bulma had been very insistent on a big party on, of all damnable things, a boat with all her “friends”. She was also quite determined to try something new in the bedroom. Vegeta was nervous, in all his years he had never though of his own ass as anything but exit only, but this woman had severely whipped him, enough to make Vegeta bend to her wills. Over the years they had been together, Bulma had proven her adventurous spirit in many ways. She had always told him of her conquests taken when she was a child, Vegeta scoffed at her tales, they were truly the adventures of infants. Then Vegeta remembered how the woman had journeyed to Namek, stood up to him, invited him into her own home, seduced him over many weeks. Then when Freiza showed his face on Earth she had the gall to show up just to see his fearsome visage. The womans frail form was nothing compared to her nerves of steel. She never backed down, pride and determination burning behind her blue eyes. Yes, you could say Vegeta was whipped, and excited. Each time Bulma convinced him to attempt something horrendous sounding, he enjoyed it almost more than she did. He remembered the day she made him dress up in a suit and tie and pretend to be her college professor. She had called him Dr. Ouji and made him quote vector calculus to her. Whenever she got an answer wrong he had to spank her. He didn’t know if the answers were wrong or not so he just spanked her after every question. He really liked that night. He remembered the way her red plaid skirt rode up her thighs as she crossed her legs at her desk. She hadn’t taken off her thigh high white socks as he fucked her, the cotton rubbed on his legs, the friction of the material in his body warmed his thighs and scratched an itch Vegeta never knew he had. One night they watched all of their “home movies” together and Bulma moaned the play-by-play into Vegeta’s ears as she ground on his cock. Her breathy groans caressing his ears and the filthy descriptions of what they were doing and how it felt inside of her almost made Vegeta spill himself before he speared her. No in reality, Vegeta had enjoyed many of the adventures Bulma had taken him on. Poles, handcuffs, swings, blindfolds, all excited him to no end.. oh and food. Fucking hell when the woman had Vegeta eat off of her body or drink liquor from her form… Vegeta was usually so excited on these days he could hardly contain himself. Some mornings after they fucked like that, he could hardly look her in the face while eating breakfast, because he could feel the redness slipping up his face and feel his dick hardening in his pants, just remembering the combination of two of his three favorite things. On days when Vegeta was especially good, not only would Bulma let him drink liquor from her tits, eat fruit and cream from her silky skin and fuck her into a jelly, but she would also hit him. She didn’t hurt him, she wouldn’t have the strength, but the ferocity she put behind the attacks, the anger and vitriol gods… now those nights were the best. Yes food, fighting and sex all combined, nothing could be better. Vegeta needed to calm down. He was working on a birthday gift, and was worried the he would not have time to finish if he stopped what he was doing to indulge in his memories. He had never given the woman anything, but noticed how she constantly doted on the people around her. Gods she was perfect. Beautiful, smart, great mother, kind (most of the time), generous, and a hell cat in the bed. No, no, no - change the subject Vegeta he pushed the thoughts away from the forefront of his mind. He looked down at the wire in his hand. Several years before Vegeta had been gifted the most amazing gift of his dead civilizations cultures. There were digital copies of great Saiyan paintings. He become entranced with one of his Grandfather and Grandmother. Their ageless faces stared down on all who dared to look upon them. Vegeta routinely looked through the contents of the scouter, and would always find time to regard this particular photo. Bulma had asked Vegeta about this one, why he loved it so much. It took Vegeta a while to realize what he loved so much about this picture, but one day it hit him like a ton of bricks. Standing there, was his fathers father, the whole line of Vegeta looking eerily similar. Where his father had a bushy goatee, his grandfather had none. There standing in royal garb, was what Vegeta would have looked like, had the planet not met its demise. His grandmother was a beauty. Her strength was not doubted, although her body was thin, and gentle looking. Her eyes and hair were lighter than the average Saiyan’s, and her lips were turned up in a cocky smile. Vegeta could see his own woman in his grandmothers eyes. This was the picture that should have been of him and his wife, and imagined what Bulma would look like in the royal dress. Bulma also loved this photo, she liked seeing into Vegeta’s history, even though he had never even met these particular Saiyans. She had it printed on canvas and it hung in their ensuite study. When Vegeta went to read and contemplate he would often quite literally look to his ancestors for their guidance. Bulma had fawned over the composition of the portrait, and her eyes fell on the royal jewels. Vegeta’s grandmother was historically known to have impeccable taste, and Bulma quite agreed, raving over the large pendant Echolette wore around her neck. It was silver wire, bent and twisted over itself weaving the likeness of the Great Moon of Vegeta-sei. This symbol was holy to Saiyans, conveying strength, femininity, power, rage and fertility. Bulma saw a pretty moon around Vegeta’s grandmothers neck, Vegeta saw the symbol of the great Saiyan priests. Vegeta had battled himself for many months about this. He wanted to give her something, nothing could make up the insane amount that she had given him, but he needed to show her what she had meant to him. So he made up his mind, he was going to give her the moon. He contemplated having it made, but wanted this to be something with his own touch, after all it was the tradition for the King to craft the Great Moon himself for his bride. Vegeta had forgone this tradition, mainly because he had no mentors around to guide his hand. So, three months ago, Vegeta had momentarily put his pride aside and asked 18 where he could learn metal crafting. She helped him track down a jewelry smith, and Vegeta had taken weekly lessons learning the craft. Now he was down to the last hours before Bulma would receive her gift. The Great Moon was traditionally given on the eve of the winter moon, but Vegeta was going to present it to her on the eve before her birthday, tonight. They were having a family dinner, Mom (the matriarch insisted he call her such) was making a feast, then Vegeta was going to present Bulma’s gift and let the woman have her way with him. He just had to finish it!
Bulma
She was too excited to eat. God, Bulma was ready for tonight. Vegeta had been so secretive lately, jumping and scurrying away whatever he was working on each time Bulma had ventured into their bedroom study. It was exciting to see him so nervous. He was planning something, Bulma was wondering who would have the bigger surprise tonight, him or her. So she ate lightly, enjoying some time with her parents before they split ways for the night. Bulma had set it up with ChiChi to watch Trunks and bring him with her and Gotten to the boat in the morning before the party. So Bulma chatted with her family and played footsie with Vegeta under the table. Her foot reaching toward his crotch. He hated when she did this in front of the family, he said it was inappropriate, but Bulma yearned to feel his skin any time she was near him. SO she sat here leg reaching out and foot caressing his ankle, shin, thigh, up, up, up… Vegeta’s eyes darted from his plate of rice to meet hers. One brow cocked up and his head shook side to side. She could feel him chastising her Not here. They finished out dinner and bid her parents good night. Vegeta walked on to their room as Bulma reminded Trunks of her expectations of his behavior. She knew she couldn’t really make Trunks mind her, but dammit Bulma was not going to let him go terrorize poor ChiChi without at least the threat of bodily harm if he stepped out of line. And if nothing else there was always Vegeta who would whip the boy into shape. Bulma bid her son goodnight, reminding him one again to fly straight to the Son residence and to not get into trouble. Then she turned and tread to her room. Butterflies danced in her stomach, this was a fantasy she had for a long while and now she was going to live it. She had been preparing Vegeta for a long while, it took lots of convincing, but the first time he came while her finger was pressed to his prostate, he was hooked. She knew he wouldn’t admit just how much he liked it, but ever since then they had been more adventurous, eventually leading to toys. Vegeta even had his own prostate massager. Bulma stopped at the entrance to their room. She swallowed, and took a deep breath in, slowly letting it out before she opened the door. Vegeta had been busy in the time she was gone. The lights were off, but what appeared to be a hundred candles gracing each surface in her room flickered with the rush of air as it entered the room. Vegeta had changed clothes, wearing charcoal slacks, a ruby dress shirt and matching charcoal sport coat. He stood leaning against the curtain that separated the bedroom and study looking down at a velvet box in his hands. A gentle melody wafted through the air, Bulma recognized it as Ella Fitzgerald, one of her mothers favorite musicians. It was music that reminded Bulma of her youth eating dinner while her mother canoodled her father at the table, much like Bulma had done to Vegeta just a few minutes prior. Vegeta’s eyes met hers and he walked to the center of the room, hand out stretched. A smile darkened Bulma’s face as she strode over to her lover and crashed into his arms, swaying to the gentle crooning of the master musician. Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist and brought Bulma close to him, feeling his heat pressed against her body. His lips pressed to her temple and he lowered his mouth to her ear. “I have something for you my love.” He exhaled the rest of his air towards her ear. “would you like to see it?” She pulled back, looking towards her husband, her lips curling over her teeth in a smile “you have something for me?” “Is it not traditional on birthdays to give a gift?” Bulma reached her hands to Vegeta’s cheeks and placed a kiss to his lips. He pulled her to the bed and they sat on the edge. He looks nervous“Here” Vegeta said as he presented the navy velvet jewelry box. Bulma felt her heart skip a beat, Vegeta never gave her anything, and now jewelry? Whoa. She had hoped that her mother had finally let Vegeta in on the tradition of giving your bride a ring. I mean, sure it was several years too late, but especially with Vegeta you never knew if you were ever going to get to experience the traditional Earth customs. Damn Saiyans are weird. This box was obviously not a ring box. It was much too big. Her fingers fumbled with the lid and after a moment it hinged up revealing a tangle of wire, circled around themselves, weaved in and out of crevices, creating what appeared to be a moon. It hung from a simple silver chain. “It is custom for royal brides to be given the Great Moon on the eve of their first anniversary of mating. It is a handmade relic, each King weaving one for his mate. It takes deftness of fingers and a high level of ki control to mold the metals of my homeward in such an intricate design. This is only for the Queen to wear. It is a testament to the prowess of her King. The technique is passed down from generation to generation, no commoner knows the process. I had to improvise, but know I will pass this knowledge to Trunks when the time comes.” Bulma stared into his ebony eyes as he spoke. Almost before Vegeta could finish what he was saying, Bulma reached to his face and placed a kiss to his lips. “This is just like the one your grandmother wore in that painting isn’t it? What was her name?” Bulma began contemplating the name. It was a beautiful name…”Echolette” Vegeta replied. “With some help I found a maker of jewels who had knowledge of ancient jewelry making, they were able to guide my hand from a photo of the pendant as I created this for you.” He grabbed the necklace from her hands and stood to move behind her. The pendant was wrapped around Bulma’s neck and she could feel Vegeta clasping it together. He returned, placed a finger to her chin lifting her head up. Bulma could feel Vegeta’s eyes igniting her skin. His stare glided over her face, neck and the crook of her collarbone where the pendant hung. “Now you truly look like the Queen you are.” Bulma wasn’t sure when the next steps happened. She was dazed by the headiness of what Vegeta had done and said, yet she allowed herself to be laid down and her clothes one by one slipped off her body. Vegeta took his time with her, gently unclasping items and removing, careful to plant kisses and playful nips at her skin on the places his hands roamed. Her breathing was already labored, as Vegeta lowered his head toward her womanhood. He lapped at her, steadily, hungrily, all the while his eyes remained locked to Bulma’s. The excitement of day coupled with the intenseness of the last bit, became too much for Bulma and she came on Vegeta’s open mouth, waves of pleasure crashing over his tongue. Her hands gripped his hair and pulled him to her face her lips greedily finding his, eyes still locked on one another. His were lidded in lust, her juices dripping from his face. She gently rolled him over so she was on top. In control. “Vegeta, I need your clothes off.” She had sat him on the edge of the bed. She gathered her equipment for the night, and grabbed the lube bottle raising it over her head and squeezing a generous amount over her breasts. He hands kneaded the oil over her skin, letting Vegeta watch as she massaged her slick torso. Then she descended on him pressing her voluptuous tits together around his giant cock and began pumping him up and down. She loved watching him watch her, her eyes examining his facial features as they twisted in pleasure over her slippery dance. Her tongue snaked out and licked at his tip eliciting a throaty groan from Vegeta. The next time she went down, her mouth covered the head of his cock and sucked. Her hands pressed her tits together still stroking his shaft, Bulma licked and sucked over Vegeta’s head until she began to feel the familiar tensing of her lovers body. A few more strokes and sucks, she felt him begin to release, to which Bulma gripped his dick with her hands and stroked him to completion all over her chest and shoulders. “Now you’ve given me two necklaces tonight.” She purred as she dipped a finger into his seed and placed it in her mouth.
Vegeta
She was a demon, sucking the life out of him one pleasurably vile act at a time. Immediately after she had finished him she began hitting him, commanding that he roll over to his stomach. Oh gods, here ti comes Vegeta thought nervously. He felt her hand place themselves on his bottom and then to Vegeta’s surprise her felt her mouth descend on his most private area. No one had ever thought to put their face there, and yet here was the ever surprising woman face planted fully between two of the universes most deadly cheeks grinding her tongue to his asshole! It almost tickled, which surprised Vegeta who never thought about what a tongue would do there. He felt her back away and then heard her spit and felt the warmth drip down his ass and coat his balls. Her face then planted itself back, tongue darting around him face moving side to side in a dance with the crooning jazz that continued to play. He felt her hand reach through his legs and gently tug at his balls. Her tongue and hands massaging two parts of Vegeta most forgot existed. She pulled away and he heard the lubrication spurt out of the bottle. Then he felt her pressed over his back, “Baby, you have to relax,” She said as she nudged the tip of something to Vegeta’s exit. He breathed out some tension and before he could breathe back in he felt his bottom stretch, a foreign object breaching his body in a piercing, yet not entirely unenjoyable way. Slowly, giving Vegeta a chance to adjust to the new sensations, Bulma pressed the entirety of her way into his backside. Vegeta felt stretched to the fullest extent his body could go. Bulma pulled slowly out, then began to push in again. She pumped into Vegeta excruciatingly slowly. Then her hips adjusted and scraped across a spot on Vegeta’s inner walls that took his breath away. “Oh gods!” He turned his head to the side to catch a view of the woman. She towered over him, eyebrows knit together, biting her bottom lip and kneading her breast with one hand. Her other was gripping Vegeta’s skin and he could see the whites of her knuckles. Sweat beaded from the nape of her neck. She noticed him looking and smiled mischievously. “do you like this?” She asked him. Vegeta was not sure. It was not as bad as he thought it would be, but the sensation was intense, painful but not in a way that it hurt, which kind of confused Vegeta, and the pleasure was so much that it almost hurt. “Fuck woman!” he moaned as she picked up the pace, nudging his prostate with each thrust. He saw white when he felt Bulma’s body descend over his, thrusting into him. She reached around his waist, grabbed his dick and began to pump it with the ferocity of her own thrusts. Vegeta was teetering on the edge of his climax, incomprehensible noises bubbling out of his mouth, then she bit into his shoulder, right at her love mark and Vegeta spilled himself over her hand. He collapsed to the bed too weak from his release, the waves of pleasure overtaking him and lay. He felt Bulma slip out of him and heard her taking off the contraption she was wearing. She approached him and gently placed a hand between his shoulders. Pressing her lips to his searing hot skin. “You seemed to enjoy it. What did you think?” His movements felt like they were hindered by honey. Each limb groaning over the agony of movement after such an intense release, almost as if he had been in battle and just barely made it out with his life. Maybe that had happened, he wasn’t sure at this point. Once he was on his back he looked to her face. She wore an eager grin awaiting his answer. “Bulma, I think you found something I do not wish to repeat.” Her face darkened. “ok, it was worth a shot, thank you for indulging me.” She answered. He could tell she was disappointed. “It was not.. unenjoyable.” Vegeta relented. That evil smile graced Bulma’s face once again. “So you are saying there is a possibility of me fucking your ass again?” Oh Gods! What a dirty vile fucking little slut she was. “Don’t push your luck woman.” was all she got in return.