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“Harder!” she moaned - a sound almost too glorious to be true.
He obliged, thrusting relentlessly into her pussy.
"Oh K-Kami, Vegeta... yes… yes… harder!”
She could barely talk at that point. Every word came in ragged pants, at the pace of his increasingly brutal thrusts.
“Ve… geta...”
He grunted and rammed into her as deep as he dared without hurting her. His given name dripping from her dirty lips was slowly gnawing at his self-control.
“Go...”
Go? Where?
“… Super...”
His heart started beating faster even before his brain had time to process what was next.
“… Saiyan."
He stilled inside her. Surely, he had misheard. She couldn't mean what he thought she meant.
“What did you…”
She looked him dead in the eye.
"Go Super Saiyan, Vegeta, and fuck me as hard as you can..."
Shit, shit, fuck.... She had no right to tempt him this way. What was she talking about? Did she think she would be able to sustain his power once he ascended? He was already restraining himself, and even so he was certain that she would have trouble walking in the morning.
“You can't be serious.”
“As a haemorrhage.” That raspy voice sent a jolt of electricity straight to his groin.
What a poor choice of words.
"I would hurt you. Badly."
He was doing his best to keep his expression neutral, but his cock throbbed inside her at the mere thought. Bulma had gotten one thing right about him: he was a bad man. She simply had no idea just how much.
Her absurdly wide eyes were riveted to his, full of defiance, desire and something else, something he couldn’t quite place. The air was pulsing with so much energy that he could hear the buzz all around them, bouncing off her bedroom walls.
"Maybe I want you to..."
He had to stifle a moan. She looked serious. Her features were now flashing with that same intensity they did whenever she was tackling a particularly challenging equation. The flush on her face and chest was getting darker by the second, as her blue curls cascaded around her head like a halo.
The Earthling was not only extremely pleasing to the eye, but also warm, soft... and innocent. He had literally spent his life maiming beauty and crushing innocence – thriving on that destruction. Yet she was giving him that look, her face open and transparent, asking him to hurt her, literally putting her life in his hands.
It felt authentically absurd, so contrary to every rule of survival... How this creature was still alive was a mystery to him. A very suspicious mystery. No one left themselves that vulnerable without an agenda.
Vegeta buried his face into her pillow, forcing himself to stay still, even though her inner walls were clenching demandingly around his shaft.
"This is not a game and you clearly don't know what you're asking for," he hissed through the disgustingly pink satin.
The beast lurking near the surface groaned in exasperation. After all that time spent on Earth without a single kill, it was ravenous.
"I'm a big girl." She rolled her hips provocatively and he had to clench his teeth around a mouthful of pillow to keep them from diving into her slender neck. "I know my limits..."
Oh, but you don't know mine, Earthling...
"... and I know what you want." Her voice was low, dripping with lust.
Then, only a whisper.
"Hurt me, Badman."
His head was thrown back as he breathed deeply through his nose. His skin was now crackling with his ki, drawing little moans from her throat.
There was no more hiding the need that was making him tremble. She wanted it. She wanted him to live up to that nickname she kept giving him. Kami knew he was a very bad man, and this frail, delicate, stupidly reckless creature was not only acknowledging it, but poking at the predator through the fragile bars of his self-imposed cage.
To hell with it all. By the time he tilted his face back down, all trace of doubt was gone. He was going to do exactly what she asked, and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
He felt his face contort into a sadistic smirk. Immediately, her cheeks and chest flushed even darker, her defiant gaze already gleaming in triumph.
The sight, as mesmerising as it was, sent a bright flash of anger through his body. The weakling heiress had literally spent her whole life having her wishes granted on the spot. Whereas he, an actual prince by blood, preferred to forget all about the last time he had actually dared wish for something.
He rested his head on her pillow again, to whisper sweetly into her ear.
"Then beg for it."
Just as he expected, something shifted between them.
He raised his head to get a better look: the glare she was sending him was absolutely priceless.
“No.” Cold, categorical. The air in the room was getting chillier by the second, even though Vegeta felt as hot as lava.
His smirk grew.
"No?" he cajoled.
"You heard me, Your Royal Shortness. Who did you take me for?"
"Oh? Is the spoiled little princess not used to asking nicely?"
Bulma's mouth remained shut as she murdered him with her eyes.
"Shame. If you will not use the proper etiquette, then you give me no choice but to leave."
Her pussy clenched possessively around his tip, sending a shiver through his spine.
Holding her gaze, he began to draw himself out of her warmth, doing his best to ignore the frustration gnawing at his guts. Vegeta had played enough of these mind games in his life to know, even in his lusty haze, that her surrender was only a matter of time.
“You bastard…” she snapped, even as every part of her was growing heavy with arousal.
He withdrew completely and began rubbing his tip along Bulma's quivering folds, his gaze never leaving hers. Just a little bit more...
If looks were daggers, Vegeta would have been long dead. The woman's face was crimson and her lips trembled slightly as she battled with herself - with her pride. Fascinating. He repressed another shiver, and it took him much effort to break contact. He turned his back on her, holding himself in his hand.
"P-"
The Saiyan halted his movement. There it was.
"Please…"
Barely a whisper, but perfectly audible in the thick silence of the night. If his tail had been intact, every hair on the appendix would have stood on end.
“Come again?” he drolled.
Crimson turned to purple.
"Please...” the little fiend hissed, eyes ablaze with outrage.
"Please what, Bulma?" he articulated patiently, doing his best to hide the trembling in his voice. Her entrance fluttered as he brought himself back against it, in one excruciatingly slow stroke along her soaking folds. One raised eyebrow, one knowing tilt of his head, then the wait. Patience was the mother of all vices.
After what felt like an eternity holding his stare, Bulma closed her eyes. Vegeta did his best to ignore the uneasiness in the pit of his stomach as he realised that in doing so, it immediately felt like she had loosened some of a hold he did not even know she had on him. Did the Earthling actually have psychic powers? Was she actually some kind of a witch?
The moment Bulma took a deep breath in, however, the uneasiness was replaced by a much more pressing tightness in his groin.
"Please…” Blue pyres snapped open, instantly pinning him to the spot. “I’m begging you to turn gold and pound this pussy to a pulp. Let me feel that power you're so proud of. Destroy me, Vegeta.”
Holy fucking shit.
Before he knew, he had grabbed a handful of blue tresses to jerk her skull backwards, forcing her to look as his aura turned golden. He could feel the bloodlust deforming his features as he let the strange yet familiar feeling of wild calmness infuse every cell in his body, allowing it to mingle sporadically with her weak ki field. The power that flowed through his veins and throbbed in every muscle was simply inconceivable, out of this world. Exhilarating. Yet he had never felt so grounded in his entire life.
That sensation, however, almost paled in comparison to the look Bulma gave him in that instant: a strange alloy of fear, awe, unrestrained hunger, and something that made him uneasy.
Then, he realised that, by transforming while still inside her, it seemed that he had allowed some of his power to flow directly to her body. He allowed the sensation to overwhelm him for a fraction of a second. It was both unsettling and thrilling. He had not anticipated the intimacy involved in sharing his ki with another being. Even with his training suit still mostly on, he felt utterly naked. It almost felt like, had he had a soul, she would have been looking straight into it. His heart jumped inside his chest.
That would not do.
With a feral groan, Vegeta slammed his hips flush with hers, hard enough to tear a piercing scream from her throat.
Now dizzy with both bloodlust and sexual craving, he allowed himself to go very near the edge of his self-imposed containment. Making sure she did not have time to recover, he rammed his cock into her again, and again, her screams music to his ears, the tears already lining her sapphire orbs like so many diamonds.
Distantly, a voice was telling him that he shouldn't be enjoying her pain so much, that the Prince of Saiyans was more than just a sadistic monster...
Too little, too late.
Vegeta set a punishing pace, sending wave after wave of energy through her body, saturating her senses, overwhelming her with all of him. If the Earthling was so starved for his power, he would gladly let her sample enough of it to regret her recklessness.
As it were, he was frankly surprised by how much Bulma was able to take. The woman was making the lewdest sounds, but had yet to ask him to stop.
Soon enough, however, he found out that every time he thrust into her, she tried to mitigate the pain by withdrawing her hips.
Vegeta could not help his amusement - nor the faint twinge of disappointment. She was only an Earthling, after all.
"That's not part of the deal," he mock-scolded, withdrawing completely. As it turned out, Bulma's moans of protest sounded even more intoxicating to his ears than her screams of pain. With his throbbing member in hand, he coaxed as calmly as he could manage, "You want me to hurt you... Present yourself to me."
The woman shuddered violently. Eyes ablaze with an uncivil war of emotions, she jerked her hips towards him and opened her legs as wide as they would go, fully presenting her drenched sex to his unforgiving gaze.
Fuu... That was unexpected. He would have thought that even she had limits.
So be it.
"Good girl," he rasped as his hips slammed against hers in one merciless thrust.
This time, she roared in pain as her red-rimmed eyes rolled into her skull, but she did not falter. Vegeta resumed his pace, fucking into her harder and harder, drawing louder and louder screams every time.
As his hands grabbed her inner thighs to gain even more depth, her tears began rolling down her temples and into her sweat-soaked hair. He licked his lips. Her luscious breasts bouncing hard with every thrust; her swollen mouth spilling incoherent pleas; her face, red and streaked with a mix of tears and that pointless black paste she applied on her eyelashes; her damp skin bathed in the golden hue of his aura... The sight was breathtaking, beautiful, and incredibly decadent.
And yet, all of that almost paled in comparison to one simple fact: as wrecked as she looked, all the while, the Earthling was holding herself completely open to his assaults. From deep within his gut, he suddenly felt like voicing… something – anything.
"You vulgar... obscene creature… Do you regret your request yet? You begged for it... now... take all of it..."
One moment before, she had looked like she was about to pass out, but upon hearing his taunting, her eyes snapped up to his, and what he found there made his already rock hard member ache with violent need: challenge.
"... Harder." She whispered with a tear-eyed smirk.