First of All, I am Vegeta Ch.16 (Patreon)

— Bulma (1 Month Later) 

“So, let me get this straight.” Tights said from her place on the couch. She wore sunglasses over her forehead, a bikini top, and short jean shorts. A decent sun tan covered her body.

Bulma nodded at her sister, gesturing for her to continue.

“That boy you met years ago, Goku, is an alien from another planet, sent to destroy Earth.” 

A nod.

“And a year ago, another alien came to Earth, claiming to be Goku’s brother, and explained how they are an alien race known as the Saiyans, who are essentially a bunch of space pirates.” 

Another nod.

“Then this brother, Raditz, killed Goku and ran away.”

Again, a nod. 

“Then Goku came back to life because another group of aliens…Saiyans were heading to Earth to conquer it?” 

Bulma thought about that for a moment before nodding. 

“And once they arrived, you all realized they weren’t actually bad and allowed them to join your little group?” Tights asked, looking at her little sister with a judgmental gaze. 

“Mhm.” 

“Bulma, what the fuck is your life?” 

“Rude.” Bulma crossed her arms and glared. 

“These things don’t happen to normal people! A wish-granting dragon, I can handle it. A kid with a tail and immense strength? That’s fine. But a group of aliens with the power to destroy planets with a flick of their wrists is where I draw the line!” 

“But it’s true! Maybe you'd have known about it if you weren’t spending all your time in the tropical regions!” Bulma shot back with a frown. 

“I went to the tropical regions because shit like this happens all the time, and I needed a vacation!” Tights said, rubbing her temples. “I mean do you see how fucking crazy all of this is?” 

“I get it; my life is crazy.” Bulma clenched her fists. “I’ve known that for years. Things happen, and I can’t ever seem to do a single thing about them. Even with a wish-granting dragon around, it seems nothing can ever go my way!” 

Tights blinked at her little sister before her face morphed into concern. 

“Bulma…are you alright?” 

Bulma slowly unclenched her fists and let out an exhausted sigh. “Everything is falling apart, Tights…my life is falling apart.” 

“What happened?” The blonde-haired older sister asked, getting up from her place on the couch and taking Bulma’s hands. “You can tell me, little sister.” 

“...I broke up with Yamcha.” 

“About damn time!” 

Bulma shot a glare at her sister, who nervously scratched the back of her head. 

“What I mean is…damn, that’s tragic. How’d it happen?” 

Bulma was unamused by her sister's acting but decided not to press her on it. “I did it a little over a month ago. It was quick, and I didn’t look back.” 

“Atta girl.” Tights smiled warmly. “I was hoping you’d realize your worth sooner or later. For all the fighting that guy does, he’s seriously a wuss.”

Bulma was about to defend Yamcha but shook her head. 

Tights was right. For as long as she and Yamcha dated, he never took any initiative during their relationship. She did everything, from initiating the first kiss to initiating their first time, and even after that, he still wasn’t capable of starting anything himself. 

For one of the greatest martial artists on the planet, he’s a really big pushover. 

“Yeah, but now I feel so…empty.” 

“Well, you spent twelve years with the guy, it’s only right you feel upset.” Tights explained, rubbing Bulma’s back calmingly. “But you shouldn’t stay stuck on this for too long. You should focus on something else! Do you have any projects you’re working on right now?” 

“Not at the moment.” Bulma shook her head. “I just spent the last month making an advanced spaceship with a gravity alteration device.”

Tights blinked for a moment in surprise before grinning. “Sounds fun. Do you mind if I take a look?” 

Bulma smiled at that and stood up. Her sister always knew how to cheer her up when she really needed it. 

“Let’s go.” 

— Later —

They walked out to the backyard, and Tights caught sight of the giant spherical spaceship.

“Wow, it’s pretty big!” Tights marveled. “You outdid yourself this time, little sis.” 

“I’m glad you think so, it took a lot of work.” Bulma smiled, proud of herself. Who else on the planet could take a look at some alien technology and reverse engineer the parts from scratch to make a working spacecraft, superior to said aliens tech? 

Well, there were a few people she could think of who were capable of doing that, but she was definitely the only woman, and that was enough for her. 

“I already told you goddamn Earthlings that it’s not happening!” 

And just like that, her happiness was being taken away from her. 

“Who was that?” Tights questioned. 

“Mr. High and Mighty,” Bulma said with no expression as she walked toward the ship. 

They walked up to the entrance of the spaceship and opened the door. As they stepped inside, they paused at all the eyes staring at them. 

Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, Raditz, Nappa, Turles, and Vegeta stood there looking very stressed. 

Nappa, Vegeta, and Raditz were on one side of the ship while the others were on the other side, and judging by their state, she assumed they had been arguing. 

“What’s going on here?” 

“It doesn’t concern you, Bulma,” Tien said, stepping forward with a glare leveled at Vegeta. 

“Yeah, no.” Bulma shook her head. “I built this damn thing, and it’s my property, so you’re all gonna tell me what the hell is going on!” 

“The Earthlings were just leaving,” Vegeta answered. 

“No, the hell we aren’t!” Yamcha clenched his fist. “This ship is the perfect training tool for everyone! Why shouldn’t we all get to use it?!” 

“I don’t care if you use it.” Vegeta shook his head. “But you’re going to wait until after us. I refuse to slow myself down because a group of weaker people decided that it was the fair thing to do.” 

“You damn asshole!” Yamcha bit out. 

“He’s saying it how it is.” Turles crossed his arms. “As you all are, you’d slow down our training considerably. You all must understand the Prince’s power level exceeds 30,000. For him to allow us to train with him would already be slowing him down enough, but to allow you all to train as well would slow everyone down.” 

“We’re not weak.” Tien narrowed his eyes. 

“Your power levels would beg to differ,” Turles said matter-of-factly. “I doubt you Earthlings could even handle 10x Earth’s gravity. Meanwhile us Saiyans grew up on Planet Vegeta, a planet that had 10x Earth’s Gravity, and if what Kakarot says is true, he’s trained in 10x Gravity in his time in the afterlife. None of you could compare to that level of strength.” 

Vegeta nodded at the Goku look-alike’s words. “You all aren’t that far apart from Raditz’s power level. If you train really hard when we’re not using it, maybe you can catch up, but until then, everyone besides the green man and Kakarot’s spawn can get lost.” 

The group glared at Vegeta for his words, and Bulma’s patience started to run thin. 

“As I said earlier, this is my ship. If any of you want to train, you go through me first.” Bulma placed a hand on her hips.

Vegeta side-eyed her with a little bit of heat, which caused her bravery to waver for a moment. But as she looked at Goku, her bravery reignited itself. If this guy tried anything, Goku would kick his ass! 

“I thank you for the ship, Bulma.” The Saiyan Prince gave her a small nod. “But you’d be foolish to take their side in this matter. Freeza is still a real threat, and I doubt these Earthlings would match his power after a decade of training, whereas I’m sure we Saiyans can reach his power within the next year. Do not forget what is at stake here.”

He had a point, she had to admit that. On top of that, there was a presence about him that demanded she listen. The way he was staring at her, the heat in his eyes. Just being around this man felt dangerous, like he could do anything he wanted to her at any moment.

It was a new feeling for her, one she never thought she’d ever feel…. And that she never could have imagined… did things for her.

Was this what it meant to be the Prince of a warrior race? 

“Enough, we can train somewhere else.” Tien scoffed. “Let’s go, Chiaotzu.” 

“...Alright, Tien.” Chiaotzu nodded slowly and followed Tien out of the spaceship.

“Damnit, this is so stupid!” Yamcha clenched his fist and stared at the ground. Suddenly, his eyes shot up at Bulma. 

Bulma met his gaze with her own. She could see the pleading in his eyes for her to do something…anything to allow them to train with the Saiyans.

Bulma returned his pleading look with a glare. 

Even now, the guy hadn’t changed one bit. 

“Vegeta.” 

All eyes turned to her, but she didn’t care about anyone else right now. She watched as Vegeta looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“What is it?” 

She stared at him for a few seconds, uttering nothing. She knew she might regret this decision later but didn’t care. 

“Follow me.” 

With those two words, she turned around and started walking out of the ship, leaving her sister and the others behind. 

After a few moments, she heard the heavy footsteps of Vegeta following her. 

They walked inside and up the stairs into one of the common rooms. Then, when they entered, Bulma stopped. 

“So…what did you want, Bul-” 

His words were cut off as she pressed her lips against his. Her hand rubbed against his well-built chest and traced down to his abs, and then found its place gently squeezing his crotch. 

It only took a few moments for Vegeta to make his move, and when he did, a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. 

His hand firmly gripped her ass cheek as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, forcefully kissing her. His other hand pulled her tighter against him, making her breasts press against his chest. 

She flicked her tongue around, trying to gain the upper hand, but he easily wrestled her tongue down into submission and began exploring her mouth at his discretion. 

After nearly a minute of locking lips, Bulma had to pull away, and slowly, Vegeta allowed her to.

Her face was red as she took deep breaths in order to catch her breath. All the while Vegeta was unaffected. Her heart paused as she took a good look at his face. 

Not only was he unaffected, he was smirking as his eyes danced around her body hungrily. 

After years of having to do everything in a relationship doomed to fail, she couldn’t feel more arousal and relief. This is what she wanted. A man who could dominate her in a way that no other could. 

As Vegeta grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her into the air, laying her down on the couch, she didn’t put up a fight. Instead, she helped him take her clothes off. Once she was stripped naked, it was his turn. He took off his armor, revealing a body rippling with powerful muscles. His tail swayed behind him, but she paid it no mind. 

No, she was more focused on his second tail. 

It was big, much bigger than Yamcha’s, and as he placed it on her belly, the reality of her situation hit her like a truck. 

She was about to be fucked silly by this Saiyan Prince. 

And that thought turned her on like nothing else could. 

— Chapter End —

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Author’s Note: Mhm, I am an evil man. Spider Tuesday, Enlightened Thursday, and a few Vegeta chapters in between and after.