Vegeta flew at full speed in the direction of the Capsule Corporation. Once there, he meticulously made sure that no prying eyes could see him. Sailing stealthily, Vegeta sought a moment of solitude to reflect on the strange and unfamiliar feelings that had arisen during his intense encounter with Goku.
Why did I rush here without being seen? It's as if I feel guilty... but why? I didn't do anything... Yet, it's like I feel guilty about something... I need to get these thoughts out of my head.
And then... Why, when Kakarot and I locked eyes, it was as if there was electromagnetic energy around us? It must have definitely been the heat that got to my head... Today, the sun was scorching…Yes, there is no other explanation. A nice cold shower, and everything will pass.
After the shower, he put on some clean clothes and went downstairs for dinner.
In the kitchen, Trunks and Bulma were already seated at the table, patiently waiting for him before commencing their meal.
"Hi dear, welcome back," Bulma said as she stood up and kissed his cheek.
Vegeta blushed. He didn't like these displays of affection in front of others, even if it was his son. He preferred to keep such gestures private, reserved for the intimacy of their bedroom.
"Hey dad, how was training with Goku? You've been gone a long time," exclaimed Trunks.
Vegeta had completely lost track of time.
"Oh really? I didn't realise it," Vegeta replied nonchalantly, putting himself at the table and starting to eat.
"You have to know, Trunks, when training is involved everything else doesn't matter... especially if Goku is involved," Bulma chimed in.
"What do you mean, woman?" Vegeta cried out, getting up from the table.
Bulma and Trunks were petrified by this sudden reaction, and they stood in silence for a few seconds.
"Nothing, it's just that I know how much you want to become stronger than him; it's always been your obsession," Bulma explained, trying to defuse the tension.
"Yes, and I will not rest until I defeat him with my own hands," Vegeta declared with determination.
"Okay, dad, you don't need to get so hot, mom was just joking," Trunks said, helping his mother in diffusing the situation.
"You shut up!" Vegeta snapped at Trunks, his frustration evident.
That woman really knows how to make me angry, he thought.
The three spent the rest of dinner in silence. After the meal, Vegeta headed to the bedroom, leaving an uneasy atmosphere lingering in the air.
Bulma wondered why he had had that reaction and thought that Goku was probably still a cut above him, and today's training must have further confirmed it.
But in her heart, she knew how to ease him away from his anger.
So she went to the bathroom, put on some sexy pink silk lingerie, sprayed on some perfume, and fixed her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought that even though she was no longer 20, she still looked good. Then, she opened the sliding bathroom door and headed towards the bed. Vegeta was already there, lying face-up with one arm over his eyes.
"Hey Vegeta," Bulma whispered seductively as she approached the bed.
"What do you want?" Vegeta replied without looking at her, his tone filled with anger.
"Look what I bought today," she said, her hands touching the sexy lingerie. "Do you like it?"
"I don't give a damn what you bo…" He stopped as he turned his face at the sight of his wife in that sexy outfit. He was speechless.
Bulma smirked, sensing the effect she had on him. She knew how to take him.
"You don't like it, do you? You're right, I'm going to chan…" Bulma said in a seductive voice and pretending to leave.
"Don't you dare leave," he grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her in towards the bed. His knees dug into the mattress while he held her close.
"If you wanted my dick you just had to ask," Vegeta whispered softly in her ear.
"You're such an asshole!" she yelled, pummeling her small fist at his chest.
Vegeta stretched out on the bed with his hands behind his head.
"Why don't you show me what you can do instead of getting so angry?" Vegeta said to her in a defiant tone.
Bulma, not one to back down, met Vegeta's challenge with a determined look. She lingered in his eyes and, and with a sly smile, replied, "Oh, I intend to."
The Saiyan prince found himself intrigued by her confidence. The tension in the room shifted from anger to something entirely different.
Then she lowered herself onto him and put her hand on his cock. She touched it over his pants and squeezed it tightly.
Eyes fixed on him, Vegeta continued to have his usual grin plastered on his face.
"You seem awfully sure of yourself, Vegeta. Let's see if that confidence holds up." She gave him another devastating smile and let go of his cock.
She unhooked her bra, showing off her magnificent breasts, and let it drop to the floor. He watched her eagerly as she ran her hands over her breasts.
"You like looking at me, don't you?" she smiled.
He glared at her, refusing to give her satisfaction.
She then slowly unfastened his pants and slipped them off. Her knees in between his legs she started stroking his cock.
Looking up at him, she put the head in between her lips to taste him, swirling her tongue around. She sucked and teased his slit, gave an appreciative little moan. Then she lowered her mouth on his cock, taking in as much as she could. Vegeta leaned back on his arms and watched her in action; it was bliss, his confidence going away.
She gently bobbed her head, her breathing a little strained from his size. One of her fists held the base of his cock, stroking the shaft. When her lips met her fist, she pressed her tongue hard against him. He buried a hand in her hair and tugged it, making her moan around him. She started sucking him off, her head moving up and down in his lap.
He felt so good, so aroused and suspected he wasn't going to last long with that mouth working his cock so well. She pumped her fist at his base, sucked him off harder. Vegeta's chest heaved, all of his nerve-endings sang.
"If you continue like that I am gonna…" he growled.
Suddenly, he grabbed her waist and threw her onto the mattress. He ripped her panties off angrily, then pinned her hands above her head, opened her knees, and slammed into her. He immediately set a rhythm that made Bulma cry out, watching her abs flex with each thrust, her face enveloped in a kind of ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his butt.
His eyes met hers, and suddenly the memory of him and Kakarot from a few hours ago flooded back.
Why is my mind thinking about this? he wondered.
His brow furrowed deep in contemplation, and a subtle tension settled in the lines around his eyes. Vegeta shook his head trying to chase away those thoughts but Bulma noticed it.
"Are you okay, Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
"Huh? Yes, it's all right," Vegeta replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead, still thrusting.
Not wanting to meet her eyes any longer, he took her and turned her around. She was now on all fours. He pushed himself up behind her, spread her legs wide and slid into her pussy. His pace was quick and filthy, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks while he spread them open. Soon, he withdrew with a sharp cry and hot spurts covered her ass, her hole, the small of her back and dripped down the sides of her hips.
She lifted her head and looked at him over her shoulder. He sat there, panting on his knees, lost in thought.
Without saying a word, he took some tissues from the box on the bedside table and began to clean her.
They laid on the bed for a few minutes without speaking to each other. It was Bulma who broke that silence, turning her head in the direction of Vegeta, and asked, "I felt that you were not with me today. I mean, not physically, but mentally. As if, at some point, you were thinking about something else."
"Huh? What are you saying, woman! You always talk a lot of nonsense," Vegeta said, getting agitated.
"It was probably just my feeling. If you say it wasn't, I believe you," Bulma expressed as she leaned in and kissed him sensually on the lips.
"Trust me!" Vegeta replied, kissing her back.
But Vegeta knew she was right. Despite the intimacy he shared with Bulma, the unexpected intrusion of Goku's image continued to disturb him. As sleep gradually overcame him, he realised the complexity of his emotions.
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