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It’s hard for me to imagine the time before I was friends with Vegeta. I mean, imagining a tiny Goku helps, as well as when I was first dating Yamcha, but still, it’s been so long since I first met him.
I know he existed from the epic fight with Goku on Earth, but I had never talked to him…
I remember…it was on Namek. I had just found Krillin and had just gotten done yelling at him for leaving me alone. He had a dragonball under his arm. And that’s when Vegeta showed up.
Truth be told, I was terrified. Raditz, Goku’s brother, had been scary, but Vegeta appeared insane. He was going to murder Krillin for the dragonball. But then Krillin gave up the dragonball and that creep Zarbon appeared and…well, I’m sure you know the story.
And in the midst of all that chaos, Vegeta began staring at me. But not in a way I had ever been stared at. It wasn’t lust or anger…it was curiosity.
That’s right. He was looking at me as if he had never seen a woman before, his eyes shamelessly passing over all the intimate places of my body. And when he finally met my eyes, he smirked. It gave me chills.
After I was safely back on Earth, he landed with a crash in my front lawn. Yamcha was there, and my mother too, trying sweetly to serve tea. Vegeta stormed out of the spaceship and demanded to know where “Kakarot” was. I knew he meant Goku, but I also knew that unless I got him to calm down, there was likely to be casualties. So I used my body against him, swinging my hips a little more than usual, quirking my eyebrows at him, even getting up the nerve to touch him. He reacted as he had on Namek. He seemed transfixed with me. So I led him into the house and coaxed him into bathing. He smelled terrible.
I convinced him to stay at Capsule Corp, and he agreed. Honestly, where else would he go? He ate meals with us occasionally. He trained constantly. He rarely slept. And then he blew up the gravity room, nearly killing himself.
I could have hit him had he not already been hurt. I had been on him all week! I kept telling him he was going to hurt himself, but he never listened. Yamcha helped me transport him to the hospital bed in the basement of Capsule, and I stayed by his side while he slept. Who else cared for him? Frieza was dead. His ugly comrade, Nappa, was dead. All he had left was Goku, who was nowhere to be found, as usual. So I stayed. I wanted him to know he had a friend.
I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until he woke me with a small shake on my shoulder. I looked up. There it was again, that gaze of curiosity, like he was wondering why I had fallen asleep at his side. Was it really so hard to figure out?
“Woman…” he said to me, with just a hint of amusement. He shook his head slightly, and looked straight into my eyes. “Thank you.”
Then he walked out of the room and left me utterly speechless. I knew then and there that I had to have him. At any cost. So I plotted and planned. I would come into his room late at night wearing nothing but my sleaziest underwear. I would get him once again mesmerized by my body, and then we would do it. Plain and simple.
I thought about the actual doing it. That part scared me. I mean, Vegeta was almost as strong as Goku, and that boy was strong! But hell, if Chichi could do it…
I crept into his room that very night. I thought I would have more of a chance if he wasn’t completely recovered.
I stood before his bed and waited as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. He was fast asleep.
I cleared my throat. He didn’t stir. I did it again. Still no response. I became impatient and put one knee down on the edge of his bed. He didn’t even move. I opened my mouth to say his name when I heard him chuckle.
“What in the galaxy are you wearing?”
My face turned instantly red. “I—I…nothing!”
He chuckled again deep in his chest. “Good. I’ve heard you Earthlings also remove all clothing when you fornicate.”
My mouth was gaping. “You—you jerk!”
He shrugged. “I’m not the one who snuck in here reeking of arousal.”
I blushed even more.
He pulled back his sheet in a silent offering for me to lie next to him. I stared at his amused expression before crawling hesitantly up to him and slipping under the covers. He turned on his side and stared at me, his face resting nonchalantly in his hand.
I wrung my hands. “So…um…” I was at a loss for words. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go at all! He was in complete control!
His other hand reached out and touched my hair and I froze. His eyes were transfixed on my hair, it seemed. Then he moved to my neck, then down to my collar bone. My breath hitched when he ripped the front of my bra and gently touched one breast.
“I’ve never…” he trailed off, his hand dropping to the mattress. I looked at his confused face.
“You’ve never what?” I whispered. His touches were so innocent and child-like. Perhaps there was more to Vegeta than everyone else seemed to see.
He shook his head and looked straight into my eyes. “What do you want, woman? What do you want to come of this?”
I stared back at him. I didn’t know. “I want…to…help you,” I ended lamely. He was silent, giving me permission to go on. “You seem so alone and…I just…thought we could help each other.”
He snorted. “Woman, you’re ovulating. I can smell it. If we fornicate now, you will bear my son.”
I gasped. Was that true? I doubted he would joke, least of all about that. I nodded. “Oh.”
He smirked suddenly, grabbing my hips and placing me so that I was straddling his bare body. I flushed at our position.
“Woman, before we do this, there is something you have to know.”
I was burning with need between my legs, but nevertheless nodded and listened.
“I’m more like you than you realize.” He looped one finger into the waistband of my panties and they came off in one quick tug of his wrist. I shuddered at the lack of barriers.
I tried to look in his eyes, but it was too dark. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He gently grasped my hips and began moving me back and forth slowly on his stomach. “I mean that I too can bear children.”
My eyes, that had up until that point been closed, shot open and looked down at his glowing blue form. Ki began to gather around him, enveloping him in an eerie glow.
“You mean…male pregnancy?”
He moved me faster over his chiseled chest. “It’s completely natural for a Saiyan.”
I felt his penis stiffen beneath me. I nodded, unaware if he could see it.
“I’ve never been with a woman before.” He ended, removing his hands from my hips and ceasing all movement.
I looked down at him. He looked like a child, an inexperienced, confused child with no clue as to how to proceed. Then I understood.
I wasn’t fucking a man…I was fucking at creature that had always been on bottom, who had, like me, always been on the receiving end. I flushed with the honor he was giving me, to be the first woman he ever laid with. I lifted myself high as I reached beneath me to grab his cock. He was completely erect. Carefully, I lowered my wet self onto his dick as he hissed his satisfaction.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if Vegeta would consent to a condom, but I internally laughed at my silliness. Like a condom would stand a chance against Saiyan sperm.
As I began moving, his hands moved unconsciously behind his back as if searching for something. His eyes shot open as he realized it was missing.
Oh. His tail.
I grabbed his hands and placed them back on my hips. He began helping us move, the friction causing me to moan as he tried not to squeeze too hard.
As he let out his first noise of satisfaction, I tried not to giggle. It was a high-pitched whine, followed by his breath hitching. He removed one hand from my hip and reached under himself again. His eyes closed, he pulled me down closer to his chest as he bent his legs and searched for something. It took me a moment to realize he was finger-fucking himself in the ass.
I almost came then. Kami, I thought, I must be the luckiest woman in the world.
The noises he was making was driving me insane. So I kept on moving with the fast rhythm he kept with one hand on my hip and the other shoved in his ass. His mouth was open and he was panting like a bitch in heat. I wondered absently when he last had sex.
And then he leaned forward and kissed me, his open mouth pausing to pant into mine as he slowly eased his tongue inside. I moaned in response, and our tongues slowly massaged each other into a lazy dance until he suddenly grabbed my ass with both hands and sent me falling over the edge, my wet juices flowing freely down his slick shaft.
In response, he bit his lip and I felt the thick rush empty inside of me. His breathing slowed, and he gently lifted me off of his limp penis and placed me back beside him.
He sighed in contentment, one hand lazily tracing patterns over his own chest as I lay next to him. I scooted closer to him and felt completely exhausted.
I rarely cuddle after sex. And I never talk. But I had a burning question that needed to be answered.
“So…does this mean I’m a lesbian?”
Vegeta turned his head, gave me a rare, lopsided grin of amusement, and rolled his eyes. “Shut up, woman.”
And that is how Trunks was conceived.