Vegeta eased out of the woman, and still she stared at him that way. The way that made him fear she had seen right through his healthy exterior to the rotten mess inside him. He caressed her silken thighs and murmured, "Thank you." Vegeta wasn't accustomed to expressing gratitude for sex, but he was grateful. Her fucking him felt like a gift.
"Vegeta, I…thank you. I didn't think you'd…I thought maybe I wasn't…your type," the woman said, "and—"
Vegeta interrupted, "What does that mean? I told you I'd slept with many different species. You're my first human, but only because humans are primitive and, until you, were not spacefaring. I…Did…" Vegeta's mind began to spiral. She had wanted him. She kissed him. Her smell was thick with arousal. She asked him explicitly to fuck her. He didn't understand what was happening.
Vegeta normally coupled again and again until he and his partner were spent. Often he exchanged some banter before parting ways if it was someone with whom he shared a common language. Or, when he enjoyed the partner's company, they might talk between bouts. Occasionally…well…with one partner, they curled up to sleep together afterwards. They'd done that fairly regularly, a show of trust between warriors. Perhaps sleeping side by side was part of the vulnerability the woman spoke of being important for intimacy.
But Vegeta had never experienced this…scrutinizing…that the woman was doing. She looked at him as though she wanted to turn him inside out. Why wouldn't she just let him be? Vegeta wanted to fuck her more. He was already hard again, but if human sexual stamina was like their other physical qualities, she was probably through with him. He'd mistakenly assumed her heat would make her more insatiable. That her heat might save him from a return to her prying. He would even share his bed if she wished, as the only threat the woman posed was when they were awake and speaking. Her persistence and tactics were destroying him psychologically.
He kissed her softly as she started to speak. He wanted her to shut up. If she could just talk to him as though he were a normal being, not a riddle, he wouldn't mind. But the part of him that wanted absolution screamed at him. That part of him made the memories, the horror of what he'd done, pulse in his mind's eye like a film on loop.
The woman held his face gently and pulled out of the kiss. "I meant…I thought maybe you preferred men."
Vegeta flared a nostril. "What is Earth's obsession with gender? I have fucked beings with cocks who considered themselves female, I've fucked those with snatch that thought of themselves as male, I've fucked those who didn't even understand gender as a concept. Why does it matter? I fuck whoever turns me on. I don't have a fucking 'type.' What a ridiculously human concept."
Vegeta stood. He scooped her up and flew back up on to his balcony. He set her down. She touched his shoulder and said, "Vegeta, don't be mad. I just…I was startled. It was great—"
"You're not acting like it was great," Vegeta said and took the lid off the vodka. He pointed at her and said, "It's fine if it was just pity, that was all I expected." He took several large swallows, capped it, and strutted inside. He called over his shoulder, "I'll teach you to fly tomorrow. Goodnight."
"Vegeta! What the fuck!?" the woman snapped and he spun in horror that she sounded like she was crying.
He gaped. The woman's eyes were filled with tears and she was covering her beautiful breasts, hunched over, trying to hide herself. He forgot her clothes down on the grass. He bolted down and returned to her, handing them to her.
"Are you fucking serious? You…you're just done?" she said.
"What?! Don't blame me! I wanted more, but it's clear you didn't…didn't want it in anything more than a utilitarian sense. I…I should've known better than to think you would…would want me as a companion," Vegeta said, his voice perilously close to cracking. The vodka hit him like a kamemeha and he swayed on his feet. "Fuck!"
"What? Sometimes I think you just expect me to understand what's going through your head, but I don't, Vegeta. I thought we…we've been having fun, right? And…and that was good, right?" the woman said, gesturing down to where they'd fucked.
"I assume that if you thought you weren't my type, that I am not your type, which makes sense. I'm nobody's type, because no one wants a fucking asshole. A fucking monster. A fucking fool." Vegeta's head swam. The memories were more vivid when he was drunk.
"I don't…I don't…I mean, guys, men, are my type. It's just like that on Earth, but I'm not…I'm not put off by you…you being different. I like that you're different. I like you, despite your best fucking efforts, Vegeta. It's like you're trying to push me away, while simultaneously feeling sorry for yourself that I don't love you. How can I love someone who's hiding from me?"
"I don't like that you keep trying to…to…to dissect me!" Vegeta said, "It's…just leave it alone if you want me to keep fucking you!"
"Do you want to keep fucking me?" the woman said, her hands on her hips, any modesty she'd had forgotten.
Vegeta snorted and wobbled drunkenly. "Of course I want to keep fucking you! You're fucking perfect!"
"I want to keep fucking you too, Vegeta, so why are you being so fucking hostile!?" The woman said and grabbed his jaw, "Stop drinking so fucking much! You're even more fucking challenging to get close to when you're drunk! I thought it would help, but you are just determined to loathe yourself. But I don't loathe you, Vegeta. I like you when you let me. When you stop being an asshole for half a minute. I keep trying to dissect you because I want to know you. I want to know all of you. Because I do want to be your companion, even though it feels fucking insane to want such a thing because you're a godsdamned basket-case!" The woman's chest heaved, her breasts moving beautifully as she caught her breath after she ranted.
Vegeta tried to wrap his drunken mind around the woman's words, but he'd lost the thread after she said she wanted to keep fucking. He yanked her against him and kissed her, moaned as his cock, still achingly hard, rubbed along her pubic hair and her lower belly, the skin there softer than any he'd ever felt. The woman kissed him back furiously and he hiked her onto his hips, driving into her. He could fuck her all night if it kept her from digging around in his past.
Vegeta forgot that being drunk meant his balance sucked. He squawked, "Fuck!" and flailed backward. He caught himself on one arm, holding her hip with the other, so he was almost in a bridge with her riding his cock. She put her feet on the ground and began to pump up and down on his prick. He groaned, "Oh fuck, Bulma, yes, ride me, beautiful!"
He held himself in that position, bucking his hips up against her perfect, tight pussy. He loved that he could look up his body and watch his prick sliding in and out of her. See the glistening slick of her wetness as it coated him.
"Vegeta, holy shit, how are you holding this position? Do you want to lie down?" she gasped.
"No, I want to fuck you just like this. Gods, you feel so good." Vegeta loved how it felt, but he didn't think the woman would be able to get off in this position. Her clit wasn't getting any stimulation and he couldn't quite manage the dick angle to hit the inward side of her clit.
Vegeta took his hand off her hip and she giggled, trying to keep her balance. He soaked his thumb in saliva and reached for her pussy. It was fairly slick from her own wetness and his cum, but he didn't want to hurt her, stretched out as she was, leaning back to stabilize herself as he pounded up into her. She braced her hands behind her ass on his thighs. She breathed, "This okay?"
"Fuck yes, Bulma," he rasped. He slid his wet thumb onto her clit, gave her a little buzz of chi and started moving in circles.
She threw her head back and moaned his name to the stars. Her fingernails bit into his thighs and the scent of blood made his cock twitch and harden even more. She met each of his thrusts with as much power as a human body could muster and he appreciated that she was using everything she had to fuck him.
Vegeta was so drunk that his head felt like he was underwater as his alcohol-filled brain held all his blood that wasn't in his prick. He pulsed his thumb more and added more chi. He flexed the muscles that controlled his cock and was able to point his dick more toward her bellybutton. She wailed and gasped, "Oh shit, Vegeta, holy shit, how…you're…oh fuck, I'm…I'm coming! Oh fuck!" She slammed herself down on his prick.
The wet, pink folds of her pussy clenched visibly on his cock as he rammed up into her. He watched hungrily and his prick answered eagerly. The smell of her heat radiated out of her core like a beacon for his seed. He groaned, "Oh gods, Bulma, fuck, yes! Grip my cock!" His cum roared up out of his balls into her and the seizing of his own orgasm made him whimper it felt so good to fill her again. His whole body thrummed with pleasure and relief.
Vegeta took his hand off her pussy and wrapped his arm around her waist. He clutched her body tight against him. He kicked his feet off the ground. She squealed as he flipped her upside down. He kissed her as she squeezed her legs around his hips. He balanced precariously, drunkenly, on his one hand in a handstand. He kissed her deeply, enjoying how it seemed to thrill her to be held inverted and kissing.
The vodka began to win and he completed his tumble, gracelessly, but without hurting the woman as he landed on his feet, staggering a bit with her on his hips. He never broke the kiss and she laughed against his lips.
"Show off," she murmured.
"I have to impress you somehow," he whispered back and opened his eyes to meet her gaze.
"I've never…I've never come so many times."
Vegeta laughed and said, "Three? I'm not done, you don't need to tease me."
The woman leaned back and he almost tilted forward into her to follow her lips. She said, "What? No, I'm not teasing. I've come twice in a row by myself, but that's my max."
"Those weren't in a row. We had a break to argue. It's like our special version of foreplay," Vegeta said and smirked.
The woman canted her head. "You're serious, aren't you. You think that was trivial."
He furrowed his eyebrows as much as he could control his drunken face. It was taking a considerable amount of energy not to slur. He said, "No, I told you that I wished to keep fucking you. That I would enjoy being your companion, so of course I don't think it's trivial. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me."
The woman's eyes went wide. She stammered, "I…me?"
"Yes. You. Foolish woman. I thought you were smarter than this. But at least I'll fuck you properly, unlike the Earthling men you've allowed to have you. I can't believe they suck at fucking on top of being blind, weak, and stupid," Vegeta said, weaving toward his bed. Perhaps the woman would like to share his bed. It was common in Earth entertainments. Even casual fucking encounters often slept near one another. Vegeta assumed it was because they were all weaklings, so no one felt threatened.
Vegeta grabbed her feet and held her in a squat as he flopped onto his back on the bed. She laughed and said, "How are you still hard?"
"Hmm? What do you mean? You're beautiful. Your pussy feels amazing. Of course I'm still hard. Why wouldn't I be? I've told you that I have no trouble with impotence," Vegeta said, a little testily perhaps, but he was sick of her implying that he wasn't a good lover.
"No, Vegeta, oh my gods, you…do you not go soft after you come? That's how human men work. Of course I don't think you're impotent. I think sometimes you think I'm commenting on you when I'm just asking a question," the woman said and pinched his nipples, "So stop trying to be offended."
"How should I know that human cocks are flaccid all the time? No wonder you were so speechless when you saw mine," Vegeta teased. This was what he wanted after coupling. Just to be at ease. To enjoy one another for a few minutes before fucking more, no need for emotional revelations or confessions.
"They're not flaccid all the time. Jeez. You're such an asshole," the woman said and bent to kiss him with a grin. Vegeta found her insistence on calling him an asshole affectionately so…reminiscent…that it made Vegeta's throat tight.
The woman stared at him in her way again and he realized that maybe his face had betrayed him. He ran a hand through his hair, liking that both his hands now smelled like her pussy. He said, "What? Why do you look at me that way?"
"Why do you squirm whenever I look at you?"
"I told you I don't like that you're always prodding me and prying," Vegeta said, covering his eyes with his hand. The vodka roared in his veins. He felt the absurd urge to cry again. He was happy. And relieved. And temporarily sexually sated. There was no reason to cry. Yet his nose stung. He took a deep breath. He swore to himself that he would never drink again.
The woman pulled his hand off his face. He let her, though it terrified him. She kissed him with her eyes open. "I'm a scientist. I can't help it. But I also…I don't know…I want you to trust me."
"Of course I trust you," Vegeta said and snorted, "You're the only person I trust. Well. Maybe Piccolo. He's not a complete idiot like everyone else on this planet. But not…not like this." Vegeta swallowed hard, wishing he hadn't said that, he didn't want to confuse the issue of his desire for the woman by implying there were others that interested him sexually. Desperation made one consider all sorts of options, but the woman was the only one he wanted.
"No, you don't. You'd just get your deep dark secret off your chest if you trusted me. I want you to be happy, Vegeta. You can't be happy as long as you let whatever this thing is fester inside you. You just cried in my arms because of it, so just…just have out with it so we can fuck and have fun and be…companions."
Vegeta wondered if her choice of "companion" meant she had already decided against him as a mate or whether she was just mimicking his language. "Leave it alone, woman. I've told you over and over. You should run from me, but you're here and you like my prick, just enjoy my prick and let that be enough for you. If you don't want to keep fucking me, then fine, I'll tell you, because I assure you, you'll be done with me once you see what I really am." Vegeta lifted the woman off his cock and walked, swayed, really, into the bathroom. He took a piss and regretfully washed his hands, splashed cold water on his face.
The woman pressed against his back and kissed some of his scars. Her hand snaked up and traced the outline of the divot in his chest from where Frieza had killed him. She said, "There really isn't anything you could say that would change the fact that I like you. You realize that I like you even though you've murdered entire planets full of people?"
Vegeta stared at her in the mirror. He met her innocent blue eyes. Vegeta gaped: she thought massacring people was what made a person evil. There was nothing evil about killing someone you didn't know. It was the easiest sort of killing. Vegeta couldn't even remember most of the planets he'd cleansed, let alone their inhabitants. Did she think he had some ridiculous guilt about being a weapon of war and commerce? Vegeta had made peace with being a weapon and a slave a long time ago. He had flare ups, of course, like with Kakarot on Namek, but mostly it was just what he was. All that he was, maybe.
Vegeta's eyes filled and he growled, "Very well, woman. Don't say I didn't warn you. You're a bigger fool than I thought. You know nothing of evil. Nothing of cruelty or darkness. You are innocent and naïve. But at least I got laid before you run away from me as fast as your beautiful, lithe legs can carry you."
The woman glared and said, "Vegeta, I'm not naïve, I like you even though you killed my boyfriend."
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed as tears spilled down his cheeks. He spun and met her eyes. He stared into her and for the first time he saw her fear. But Vegeta was done. He was done fighting with the hatred inside himself. He was done with her poking relentlessly at his wounds. Let her run away. What did anything matter?
He flared his nostrils and said, his voice thick with the tears that he was powerless to stop. "Well, then surely it won't bother you that I killed my own."
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