First of All, I am Vegeta Ch.28

— Bulma —

“Mmm~!” 

A soft moan escaped Bulma as her hands gripped at her fiancé’s hair. She could feel the Saiyan Prince’s tongue digging into her feminine folds, all the while his hands expertly teased her clit.

Just a few minutes ago she had been incredibly stressed out as she worked, taking her anger and annoyance on anyone who was around her.

When Vegeta had entered her workshop, that anger had been directed to him, and he shut it down fast.

Her fingers gripped tighter as she felt her orgasm approaching, her thighs pressed against the sides of his head and her sopping pussy lips clamped down hard on his invading tongue.

“Anngh~!” 

Her body locked as her orgasm arrived and stayed that way until it finally died down. When it did, her body relaxed once more as her soft mounds jiggled slightly from her breathing.

As Bulma opened her eyes heat quickly filled them at the sight of Vegeta who was standing there, naked as the day he was born with a proud smile on his face.

“Feeling better~?” He asked with a teasing tone.

“Shut up.” Her response came fast, but even a fool could hear the lack of heat in her words.

He climbed onto the bed and made his way in between her legs, but this time it was clear he didn’t intend on eating her out. 

A hungry look consumed Bulma’s face at the thought of Vegeta using her, and her fiancé noticed it. 

He slapped his hardened cock on his mound a few times, making her body shiver in anticipation and rubbed his cock head against the slit to her womanhood.

After a few seconds she realized he was content on teasing her and Bulma’s patience ran out.

“Just stick the damn thing in me!” She practically growled out, but her word got the opposite effect from Vegeta.

He completely stopped and stared at her with pure amusement.

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten.” His teasing smile grew into a victorious smirk as he reached forward and cupped one of her large soft breasts, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the blue-haired engineer. 

“I-I haven’t…” Bulma breathed out the moment she could. She knew exactly what Vegeta wanted from her, and she was content with giving it too him, as long as he used her to his hearts content afterward.

His hand left her breast and came up to her chin. He tilted her head so that they were making eye contact with one another.

“Good.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Almost immediately his tongue slipped into her mouth and dominated hers with barely and resistance.

A lightness filled her chest and a warmth filled her pussy as Vegeta began pressing his length into her, inch by inch.

“Mmm” she moaned into his mouth as the head of his cock kissed the back wall of her cunt.

Soft claps of flesh against flesh filled the room as Vegeta began fucking her at a steady pace, all the while he refused to give her a chance to draw breath.

The pleasure from being filled so completely combined with the dominant sloppiness of their kiss, depleting het of oxygen, left her in a state of pure pleasure.

Just as she felt she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, Vegeta pulled his head back, giving her a chance to breathe. She took a lone breathe before Vegeta picked up the pace, fucking her even harder than before.

“Annngh~!” 

His hands gripped tightly  at the back of her thighs as he pushed them up, locking her body underneath him in a mating press.

Grunts of exertion escaped him but they were utterly drowned out by her pleasure-filled moans and cries for more.

Her tight walls clamped down around his invading cock, but even that didn’t stop the savage beast from using her body as he pleased. 

As Bulma’s orgasm finished, Vegeta flipped her over and dug his fingers into her soft ass as he fucked her from behind. She moaned out louder than ever now that her face was pressed into a pillow that concealed her voice; all the while, he drove into her cumming cunt from behind with power no normal man could exhibit. 

Her lips quivered as she felt his thumb slide into her asshole.

“You are soaked,” Vegeta whispered into her ear from behind as he continued thrusting deep inside of her. A loud grunt escaped him as he began to speed up. 

Bulma had been in this position enough times to know what was coming and where it was going. 

She moved her hips back to meet his thrusts, adding to the pleasure he felt. His fingers dug into her soft hips and he bottomed out inside of her. Spurt after spurt of hot Saiyan cum filled her occupied womb. She could feel the warmth inside of her, a sense of nostalgia and calmness filled her as she recalled all the other times his cum had sloshed in her belly. 

Bulma closed her eyes as she felt Vegeta’s length sliding out of her, and a part of her grew upset the moment he had fully left her. That part of her died a mere moment later as Vegeta flipped her over again with one hand and kneeled over her. His cock rested on her head. As she looked past the large manhood, she saw the man hadn’t grown any less smug. 

“You’re an asshole.” 

“All too true.” Vegeta’s smirk grew as he gave his still-hardened cock a few strokes. “And if you’re still conscious by the end of the night, I intend to make good use of yours.” 

Bulma’s eyes widened before she rolled them and gave the cock pressed against her face a couple of kisses; internally she grew very excited as Vegeta’s body vibrated slightly. 

She wouldn’t admit it to him right now, but she hoped she could keep up with the Saiyan Prince’s stamina tonight. 

Working was a hassle, and working while pregnant was much worse. 

Having Vegeta take the reins some nights was exactly what she needed to soothe her stress. 

— The Next Day —

“Seems like someone’s in the honeymoon phase.” Chi-Chi giggled with a teasing smile as Bulma crossed her arms under her bust and looked down at her drink. “I remember when I was like that too.” The black-haired princess let out a fond sigh as she reminiscent on her younger days. 

“I’m too old for a “honeymoon phase” Chi-Chi.” Bulma took a sip of her drink as thoughts of her fiance filled her mind. 

“You can never be too old, Bulma.” Blue-haired Launch placed a cheerful hand on her shoulder, making Bulma blush.

Right now, it was her, Chi-Chi, Launch, Raunch, and Tights, sitting in the backyard of Capsule Corp having a picnic at a wooden table. 

The men were in the Spaceship training or doing whatever the hell battle-hungry-obsessed men do. 

Bulma’s current predicament was the result of her spilling a bit too much about how she felt about Vegeta and Tights jumped on it fast, being the ever-annoying older sister that she is. 

Launch and Chi-Chi both seemed to have absolutely no problem with going along with it. 

“Launch is right, ya know~” Tights stood up and walked behind Bulma, wrapping her arms around the younger sister’s shoulders. “First, the guy comes into your life, steals you from the grasp of a useless man, then he knocks you up and asks for your hand in marriage. Should I bow before the future Queen of Saiyans?” 

Bulma would have actually appreciated her sister’s words if she had been ignorant of Tights' antics. 

It was clear as day to Bulma that while Tights was happy with their engagement and Vegeta owning up to responsibility, she couldn’t give less of a fuck what he was the Prince or king of because, in her eyes, Vegeta had no real power here. 

Mainly because there weren’t enough Saiyans around, and even among those like Goku and Gohan, Vegeta had no absolute authority. At any moment, Nappa, Raditz, Goku, Gohan, and Turles could just turn away from him, and he’d have to accept it. 

The problem with that logic that Tights doesn’t seem to grasp is that they all respect Vegeta in some way, shape, or form, especially Nappa and Raditz, who have been serving him since he was young. 

“No, you shouldn’t; just prepare to marvel at our kingdom,” Bulma responded back confidently. She knew Vegeta’s plans for the future, even if she didn’t know all the details. He wanted a kingdom, one he could rule with her, and though she didn’t quite understand how he’d get that within their lifetime, she had faith in him to carry out his word. 

“Oh you’ve fallen hard.” Tights blinked, seemingly genuinely surprised by Bulma’s answer. Bulma didn’t deny the words of her older sister. She already knew that was the case, and she had no issue with it. She was happy that she had taken Vegeta’s hand that day and dragged him into that room. 

If she hadn’t…where would she be now?

Bulma’s hand pressed against her growing stomach for a moment as she quickly threw those thoughts away. She wouldn’t have their child growing within her, and that was enough to make her cast away whatever life could have had in store for her. 

“Speaking of fallen hard.” Launch smiled innocently with closed eyes as her head was locked facing Tights. “Raditz and I saw you leaving Nappa’s party, you know? We also didn’t miss how you were clinging to Turles’ arm.” 

Both Bulma and Chi-Chi’s mouths dropped open; only Chi-Chi had the decency to hide it behind her hand. 

“You left with Turles?!” Bulma asked in pure shock.

Tights went quiet, but the slight pink tint to her cheeks gave her away.

“Did you sleep with him?!” 

Again, the blonde didn’t answer, but her entire face growing red was answer enough. 

Bulma couldn’t believe it. Her sister Tights, the same woman who seemed to always have a bone to pick with these Saiyans since they arrived on Earth, had not only entertained one of them but actually slept with the Goku-lookalike. 

“You have to tell us everything!” Bulma demanded with a sly smile. After getting over the initial surprise, Bulma saw this for what it truly was: an opportunity! All those years of teasing Tights forced onto her, Bulma was gonna be sure she got her get back! 

— Gohan —

“So…King Cold is Freeza’s dad?” Gohan asked quietly, worried he may be mistaken. The group was in the Spaceship, sitting down within 100x Earth’s Gravity. Everyone was taking a break, but Vegeta told everyone to keep the gravity up while they sat to maximize their strength increase. 

“That’s correct.” Vegeta nodded with a small frown, and Gohan quickly realized Vegeta probably didn’t want to talk about the pair more than he had to. 

“I’m sorry for asking!”

Vegeta raised a brow at the Half-Saiyan and tilted his head. “There’s nothing to apologize for, kid; it was a good question. If anything, I’m sorry for not making it clearer.” 

Gohan blinked at the Saiyan Prince. He had spent enough time training around Vegeta to know the kind of person he was. While not rude, Vegeta was rather…stubborn, a bit arrogant, and a man who despised ignorance. 

Yet as Gohan sat down in front of the man, he couldn’t help but acknowledge how…different Vegeta seemed. 

“Is there anything I left out?” Vegeta asked more to himself than anyone else. 

“How about the most important part…ya know, the extinction of our race,” Turles answered with a dry chuckle, making Vegeta pause and stare at him for a moment before shaking his head. 

“I’m sure Raditz has already gone over that with you, right?” Vegeta asked the youngest boy present. Gohan shook his head, which made Vegeta blink in surprise. 

“You didn’t tell them about the extinction of our race?” Vegeta questioned Gohan’s uncle. 

“...I thought I did.” Raditz stroked his chin then crossed his arms as he tried to recall their conversation. “Guess I left it out.” 

“Then fill him in when you can, and make sure you’re there too, Kakarot.” Vegeta half ordered, making the Saiyans that he had addressed nod. 

“No problem; I should have told them from the beginning anyway.” 

Suddenly a thought hit Gohan’s mind that made him panic. 

“Dad, I forgot to do my homework!” Gohan jumped up and shouted with a fearful expression on his young face. 

His dad quickly adopted the same face as the two hurriedly ran out of the Spaceship. Gohan quickly grabbed his backpack and ran back into the spaceship. As they ran back in, a shiver went down Gohan’s spine at the voice of his mother. 

“Goku…we’ll talk about this later.” 

As Gohan turned around to look at his mother, he saw that her smile wasn’t reaching her eyes. 

“Mom, I’m sorry, I forgot, it wasn’t dad’s fault.” Gohan attempted to take some of the blame from his father, but as soon as the words left his mouth, Chi-Chi began hushing him. 

“Don’t you worry your cute little head, Gohan, your father and I will talk extensively about how we can have you balance training and school work, isn’t that right, Goku?” 

“Yes Chi-Chi!” 

“Wonderful!” 

Both Gohan and his dad went back into the Spaceship with very different faces. 

“I’m…sorry dad.” Gohan apologized.

“Start your homework, Gohan.” Goku nervously rushed his son. 

“...Right.” 

Gohan went and sat down in his place between Vegeta and Mr. Piccolo. Meanwhile, Goku lay down with his arms behind his head and a faraway look. 

The group sat in silence for several minutes. Around five minutes after they entered, Gohan noticed Vegeta watching him from over his small shoulder. 

“This work…it’s rather advanced for a kid your age.” Vegeta hummed quietly. 

Gohan paused with widened eyes and looked at the Saiyan Prince. “Wait, Saiyan kids don’t do work like this?” 

“Nope, never once have I seen a Saiyan child do anything beyond basic math and maybe a small amount of biology,” Vegeta responded back with a huff. 

“But…isn’t the Freeza Force super-advanced?!” Gohan questioned a bit louder. None of it made sense. All that interesting alien technology around, and they weren’t even taught about it?! 

“The Freeza Force is advanced, yes, much more so than this planet. However, Saiyan children were not taught of these advancements because, in the eyes of not only Freeza but also the Saiyan Kings, Saiyans are a warrior race, born and bred to conquer and destroy; building and growing the minds of soldiers has no benefit.” 

Gohan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“That’s…so wrong.” Gohan’s heart burned at the thought of never being allowed to experience such freedom as he had. He could learn whatever he wanted, thanks to his mom always being so willing to buy him books, and his dad allowed him to pursue what he wanted. 

“Damn right, it is! Look, Vegeta, the kid is learning.” Nappa chimed in.

“I see that, Nappa.”

“Let me tell you something, kid!” Nappa wagged his finger. “Nobody likes a nerd, especially King Vegeta, right Vegeta?!” 

“...You’re right, Nappa.” 

“I always am, Vegeta.” Nappa nodded proudly. 

“Ehem.” Vegeta coughed into his hand. “You’re right, Gohan, it is wrong, and I’d go as far as to say it’s one of the reasons our race is on its last legs.” Vegeta frowned. “Not enough Saiyans were pushed toward sharpening their minds and were instead told that growing strong was the key to attaining what you wanted in life. Only the ones deemed failures or those who had already lived through their battles would ever even settle for growing in wisdom and intelligence.” 

“The low-class who were of no use to Saiyan Royalty were cast aside, left to fend and provide for themselves,” Turles added on from where Vegeta left off. “I was one of the lucky ones. Even without being an active member of the Freeza Force I achieved great intellectual advancements. I studied and learned from the brightest minds the Saiyan race had to offer, but for those who were weak and didn’t have the capacity to learn…suffering and endless servitude to those above them became their way of life.” 

The ship grew silent at Turles words and Gohan fell into his thoughts. 

It was wrong, so wrong, and unnecessarily cruel. 

“My father…was an idiot.”

Everyone’s eyes shot up to look at Vegeta who was looking at the ground as if the words he said hurt him to his very core. 

Raditz, Nappa, and Turles all looked as if they couldn’t believe the words that had come out of their Prince’s mouth. 

“The way he and our forefathers handled Planet Vegeta and the Saiyan Race…it was incredibly short-sighted, and it lead to our race’s demise.” 

Again silence filled the ship before Vegeta finally stood up. 

“Enough talk, time to train. 

““Right!”” 

Everyone shouted but Gohan remained quiet as he watched Vegeta drop and start doing sit-ups. 

Until now he had thought that he had the Saiyan Prince figured out, at least for the most part, but now…he didn’t know what to think. 

Contrary to the fear and hesitance Gohan had when it came to dealing with the Saiyans outside of his father, right in this moment he wanted nothing more than to learn from them what a Saiyan was. 

A large part of it was because Gohan didn’t want to believe his people were monsters that slaughtered the populations of entire planets for no good reason, and the more he learned about his people, the more he could see not only the error in their ways, but also the lessons they learned and the good that can come out of it. 

Until now, Gohan wanted to be nothing more than a human with a little bit of alien blood running through his veins, but now…he doesn’t know what to think anymore. 

“Vegeta.” Gohan called out, earning the attention of not only the Prince, but the entire ship. “Thank you.” 

Vegeta’s eyes widened as the two stared at one another for several seconds before Vegeta closed his eyes and smiled. 

“Get to work, kid.” 

— Chapter End —

Author’s Note: Ended up getting brain blocked for this chapter, sorry for the late update, Spider on Tuesday.