First of All, I am Vegeta Ch.21 (Patreon)

— Bulma —

With the cat out of the bag, she had grown the confidence to fully check if she was or was not pregnant—she was.

She sat on her bed, waiting for that door to open. She knew it would be any minute now; it was the usual time Vegeta and the others would exit the spaceship and go their separate ways. 

Her hands were shaking, but the thought of Vegeta’s warmth soothed her. The cat was out of the bag, and she took a moment to curse herself for telling Tights everything. She should have left out the part about her being pregnant because she should have seen that reaction coming with how overprotective her sister has always been. 

In truth, Bulma knew that Tights was only acting in Bulma’s best interest; after all, it wasn’t just Bulma anymore, but also the unborn baby in her stomach. That child would also miss out on Vegeta if Vegeta grew cold and distant, so Tights dragged her along to get an answer on the spot. If Vegeta had rejected her, she knew her sister would have struck the Saiyan Prince, not that it would have had any affect on him. 

Her eyes shot over to the door as she saw the doorknob turning, and as it opened, she quickly averted her gaze down to the floor.

Vegeta walked in and moved toward the bed, sitting beside her. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds and Bulma’s mind began to wander again. 

“I meant what I said.” He spoke up, killing the uncomfortable silence between them. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at him, so he gently grabbed her chin once more, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You’re my woman and that’s my child, and I have no intentions of leaving either of you.” 

Her eyes widened, all the fear and worry she had built up in her heart began to fade away. Her eyes grew wet as tears began to spill from them. 

“...Why didn’t you just say that earlier, you idiot.” She asked as sobs began to escape her, as much as she tried to fight it. 

Vegeta pulled her tight against his chest, and again, she felt warm, safe, and at peace. 

The two stayed like that for nearly half an hour, and for a time, Bulma even dozed off in his embrace. When she awoke, she realized that she was still in his embrace and that only further solidified the feelings she knew she had. 

Suddenly, she pulled away from the Prince, making him raise an eyebrow. She stood up, standing just in front of him with her hand clenched at her bosom. 

“...Take responsibility.” She whispered, her eyes locked with his. She wanted to tell him more, how she felt around him, how he made her feel, and how much she wanted to keep him around, but she couldn’t express those thoughts and feelings in words.

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed as he stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Of course. You may have started this, but I fully intend on finishing it.” Her heart skipped a beat as he caressed her cheek, and the same cocky grin tugged at his lips.

Oh, she was falling hard.

Her legs started rubbing together, and she let out a hot breath, looking at the man she wanted more than anything with pure lust. 

Vegeta’s grin only grew at the sight of her; the asshole leaned forward, his lips not even an inch from her ears as he whispered: “You’re ready to go, aren’t you?”

Those six words ripped away all the restraint she had holding her body back. She jumped into him, making their bodies crash onto the bed with her straddling his waist. She leaned down, roughly kissing him and trying to convey everything she felt in the only way she could. 

He didn’t stay idle; his hands reached around her, settling on grabbing her ass through her white shorts. Both of their tongues swirled around slowly, edging the line between love and lust. 

One of Vegeta’s hands graved her lower lips through the shirt, making Bulma moan into the kiss before breaking it. Her hot breath hit Vegeta’s face, and the jackass prince was still smirking at her! 

Her cheeks grew even redder as she focused her attention from his face and down to the bulge in his pants. She grinded her ass against it, making him grip her soft cheeks even harder. 

As much as she liked seeing his reactions, she knew she couldn’t hold off for much longer, especially since Vegeta could hold out much longer than she could. 

She grabbed his pants and the waist and pulled them down, then she dropped off the bed and settled between his legs as he sat up.

Bulma stared at the cock that had been free of its confines with a hungry look. Gave his shaft a long kiss with her soft, plump lips before sticking out her tongue and licking from the base up to the head. 

A large amount of satisfaction filled her at the shuddering of Vegeta’s body, a more confident grin etching onto her delicate face as she opened her hot, wet mouth and took his length inside. 

After months of sex with Vegeta, Bulma had more than enough experience in this position, so she knew what to do to push Vegeta over the edge. As she deepthroated him, she swirled her tongue around his length, all while sucking on it powerfully. She internally cheered at the groans of pleasure that escaped him. 

Bulma sped up her actions, licking and slurping his head as she came up, looking him in his eyes as she went back down. His hands gripped her hair, and she knew he was close. She came up once more, letting his cock slip out of her mouth with a pop. 

She could see the confusion in his eyes, but as she stood up and dropped her shorts, his confusion quickly morphed into amusement. She couldn’t wait any longer; she wanted him now.

Stepping forward, she mounted him and reached back to grab his length. The head of his girthy Saiyan cock kissed her pussy lips, and she didn’t hesitate dropping down, her inner walls being filled immediately. 

“Mmm~!” She moaned out, wrapping her arms around his neck. Vegeta’s hands dug into her soft waist before he thrust his hips upward, her mind momentarily going blank from the sudden pleasure. He took her lips before she could let out another moan, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he tasted her at his leisure. 

His movements didn’t stop; he continued thrusting upward, fucking her pussy to his heart's content, and the last thing she wanted to do was fight him. Her body did the opposite; her hips rose and dropped as she did her best to meet his thrusts in a desperate attempt to maximize pleasure. 

Every time his cock hit the back wall of her pussy, her mind went blank, her eyes grew hazy, and her womb burned with the desire to drink his seed.

As she felt herself losing the ability to sit upright, Vegeta spun them around, laying Bulma on the bed on her back as he began fucking her harder in missionary. 

“Mmm~!” She moaned into his mouth as her pleasure hit its peak. Her walls clamped down on the invading cock of her lover, doing her best to milk him of everything he had, but it wasn’t enough. He didn’t slow down, fucking her tight cunt regardless of how sensitive she was post-orgasm. 

With her so sensitive, it didn’t take long for another orgasm to ensue, locking his cock in a warm, wet vice grip, and finally, he let out a groan of pleasure, thrusting deep inside of her and dumping a hot load of his fertile seed into her occupied womb. 

Their sloppy kiss ended, and the lack of combined with the immense fucking she just experienced left her gasping for air, her enticing soft mounds rising and falling as sweat sheened over her entire body. 

Vegeta, surprisingly, laid down beside her. Typically he would have kept using her body for a few more rounds, and as long as they’d been together, he had never stopped after one round. 

She glanced over at him, wondering if something was wrong with him, only to find him asleep. 

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. She sat up, examining him closer and it was true, he had fallen asleep. 

Bulma couldn’t help it, a giggle escaped her at the sight of the Prince of Saiyans, exhausted from his day and peacefully resting to be the same arrogant asshole tomorrow. 

She laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat with a warm smile on her face. Yes, he was an arrogant asshole, but now he was her arrogant asshole and the father of the child inside of her womb. 

As Bulma closed her eyes and fell asleep, she dreamed about her future, their future—as a family.

— Krillin —

With Goku and the Saiyans leaving the ship, it was the Earthlings' turn to train. However, as they stepped in, Krillin could already feel the mood wasn’t the same as it had been earlier. 

With the Saiyans typically hogging all the time of the day, the Earthlings trained in the morning and at night before they started and after they finished. Typically, they were ecstatic to train, to prove to the Saiyans that Earthlings were strong and could carry their own weight, but with the events that occurred earlier, the air around everyone was…tense. 

Yamcha, in particular, was seething. He hadn’t spoken a word, just doing pushups in the corner of the ship. Tien had attempted to calm him down earlier, and it had worked for the most part, but now one of Krillin’s oldest friends had to battle the demons that plagued his mind. 

BAM

A punch landed on Krillin’s face, knocking him out of his thoughts and back into the real world. Standing over him was the man who had thrown the punch, Amond. 

“Why did you lose focus, Krillin?” Amond asked with a confused frown. 

“Uh, just lost in my head, ehehe!” Krillin laughed while scratching the back of his head nervously. 

With there being a limited time in the day for training, the aliens that came with the Saiyans were thrown in with the Earthlings for training since they weren’t on the same level as the ‘all-powerful Saiyans.’ In Krillin’s mind, the aliens actually weren’t bad. Amond was a decent guy and an excellent sparring partner. 

“If you say so, rise.” He said/commanded, and Krillin nodded, not bothered by his commanding tone. Amond wasn’t a people person and didn’t know how to communicate without being too domineering or too submissive. “We must work hard if we wish to catch up to Captain Turles and Prince Vegeta.” 

Krillin grimaced at that but nodded. Even after a month of training, they had only reached 15x gravity. They could fight well in it and were almost due for an increase, but Krillin was still disappointed. He knew Goku; he knew how fast his best friend grows, and he’d be surprised if Goku wasn’t ready for 100x gravity by now. 

“You’re right.” Krillin dropped into his stance, his fists clenched. He was a martial artist, one of the Legendary Master Roshi’s students! He wouldn’t fall behind, even if it was Goku he had to catch up to! “Let’s go!” 

— Chapter End —

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Author’s Note: I wasn’t really feeling it this chapter, I wasn’t in the groove but I hope it turned out alright.