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He should have known something was going on when Bulma threw him the wink just as Kakarot teleported him away. At the time, he thought it was simply because his wife had seen through the “sparring” excuse—who wouldn’t?—but in retrospect, it was clear she was complicit in the whole proceedings.
He’d thrown on a pair of training pants, not bothering with a shirt, let alone boots and gloves. He expected they wouldn’t be on for long. So when they IT’d to Kakarot’s house, rather than the usual sparring grounds, Vegeta was not at all surprised. Finally. Suppressing the agitation building in his chest and groin, he managed to keep a cool tone to his voice.
“So we’re fucking, then? Not that I’m against it, but you might have asked first.” He put his hand on his hip, cocked his head seductively. But the moron didn’t take the bait.
“Well...not, um...I mean, yes—” Kakarot was exceptionally incomprehensible for some reason.
Vegeta tightly folded his arms. “All right, what is it?”
“It’s just—ah…”
“Spit it out, idiot.”
Kakarot put his hand behind his head. Did he have any idea how stupid he looked when he did that? “Well, I kinda told Chi-Chi about what happened the other night...”
“And? I didn’t expect you to keep it a secret.” Vegeta frowned. “You’re not saying she’s angry? Bulma seemed to think it would be fine with her.”
“Well, yeah, she was fine with what happened. It’s only—” Kakarot fidgeted, but finally spit it out. “She says she wants a turn.”
Vegeta slowly blinked. “She what?”
“She says it’s no fair that Bulma got her turn if she didn’t.” He gave a nervous grin.
Vegeta sighed. Leave it to him to ruin this. “I don’t want to fuck your frumpy wife, Kakarot.”
Kakarot’s eyes narrowed. “Chi-Chi isn’t frumpy!”
“She’s shapeless and she wears ugly clothes, and she screeches like a dying parrot. I have no desire to deal with that anywhere near my cock.”
“Fine, you tell her that.” Kakarot gestured sharply at the door. “‘Cause I’m not tellin’ her that. Unless you’re afraid to...” He trailed off, taunting.
“Tch. I’m not afraid of that harpy. Come on.” Vegeta strode toward the house, chin raised, and threw open the door.
“Right, Kakarot’s wife, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not going to—”
Vegeta choked on his next words as his brain caught up with his eyes. She was...holy gods. Not frumpy. Not fucking frumpy.
Chi-Chi sat in the center of the small room, on a rustic wooden chair she managed to make look like a throne. Her legs were crossed demurely, a stark contrast to the vast expanses of skin only nominally covered in what might be charitably classed as “armor”. There was not a scrap covering the area between the tops of her pink boots and a wisp of dark purple cloth covering her sex. An image of running his tongue up the bare skin on the inside of her slim but muscular thighs forced itself into Vegeta’s head, and he gave an unwilling growl.
Vegeta’s gaze crawled upward across the crests of her hips, following the ridge of her abdominal muscles, lingering on the soft mountains of her breasts covered with the top half of her attire. A cascade of shining black hair swirled down her slim neck and across her chest, its darkness setting off the enticing cream of her bare skin. Her shoulders were protected by steel plates holding a sky-blue cape that tumbled down her back, and atop her head sat a pink helmet with a crest of metal sharpened to a gleaming blade. But the thing that truly caused the explosion of heat at the base of his cock was the gleam in her eyes, fierce and unyielding, ready to take on armies single-handed.
She was magnificent.
“What was that, Vegeta?” She tossed her hair back with the air of a queen dismissing an unruly servant. “You’re not goin’ to what?”
He couldn’t answer; he’d somehow lost the power of speech. All his willpower seemed to have drained right into his prick, which had no desire to leave.
She smirked at him and threw a leg over the arm of the chair, showing the outline of her vulva clearly through the purple fabric. She reached a gloved hand down and began stroking herself, not breaking eye contact.
“I said, you’re not goin’ to what? When I ask a question, I expect an answer.” His breath was coming in ragged gasps; he couldn’t pull his eyes from the stroke of the pink fabric covering her fingers, and the folds hugged by the purple underneath. He was rapidly stiffening beneath the tight fabric of his training pants as his eyes crawled across her.
Chi-Chi threw her leg back onto the ground and leaned forward. “Come here.”
She spoke so forcefully Vegeta was moving before he knew it. He found himself standing in front of the makeshift throne, looking down at her burning eyes.
She reached up and grabbed his hard cock, using it like a leash to pull him to his knees. Now with her eyes above his, she smiled evilly. “You aren’t going anywhere and you know it. I had Goku bring you ‘cause I plan to get well fucked tonight. And you, Princey, are gonna be doin' exactly what I tell you to.”
This brought him back to his mind. Who the hell is this bitch, thinking she can tell me what to do? He scowled. “I’ll do what I want, harpy.”
SMACK! The impact of her hand didn’t hurt, but the surprise was enough to actually turn his head, drive a gasp from his lungs. His mouth hung in shock. She—she fucking hit me? She had the balls to hit me?
He swung back to face her, only to find her eyes burning as intensely as his own. She leaned in to within inches of his face and spat, “I am Chi-Chi Gyumao, the fucking Queen of Fire Mountain, and when you speak to me you’ll keep a civil tongue in your mouth.” Her scowl turned up at one end. “Or you’ll keep an uncivil one out of it.”
With that, she pulled aside her panties with a gloved finger, exposing a black thatch of curls and releasing a scent that shot directly from Vegeta’s nose down to his cock. A moan escaped him despite his best effort. Gods, she smelled like fucking heaven. But he would be damned if he would let this bitch win.
“Say please,” he mocked. Chi-Chi’s smile dropped, and she looked past him and gave a signal with her head. Before he could think, a hand pushed against the back of his head and pushed his face into her cunt.
Fuck, I forgot about Kakarot entirely! The thought flitted briefly into his head before it was utterly drowned by the smell of a woman in heat. It was too much for him to resist, and he opened his mouth to attack the source of the scent with his tongue. He licked and sucked with fervor, eliciting impossibly erotic moans from the woman above him. Her hands joined Kakarot’s in pushing his face into her; Vegeta’s chest burned with anger at the outrage but the lust was too strong to battle. His hands wrapped under her ass as he pressed his tongue deep into her, taking every possible drop of her flavor.
Her pants and moans began to raise in frequency and pitch. But as she approached her peak she pulled away. It seemed she wanted to take her time. “Enough. Goku?” As suddenly as he had been pushed into her, he was pulled off. He leaned forward, trying to dive back into the sweet and musky scent but the hand gripping his hair was too insistent.
Chi-Chi carelessly wiped the moisture off his face with the back of her glove before standing. “Now, you’re gonna stand up and take those pants off. Then you’re gonna stand still. No touching me, no touching yourself. Understand?”
Gods damn him if he was going to be treated like a slave. “Fuck you, woman.”
She simply shook her head. “That’s the plan. But not until you learn to behave a little.” She made a small gesture with one hand.
Vegeta, still on his knees, was pulled backward by his hair, painfully bending until he was looking at the ceiling. The ceiling, and Kakarot’s face which was staring down at him with hooded, lustful eyes. He was shaking his head. “Sorry, Vegeta. She calls the shots. It’s better to learn that early.”
He was about to respond when thought was driven from him by a gloved hand diving into his waistband and giving a forceful stroke to his cock, with just the slightest twist to add a tiny thread of pain to the pleasure. His pants were quickly pushed fully to his knees before the gloved hand returned, driving a pleasured gasp from his chest as the hand reached the head, then plunged back down to his base. Over and over, Chi-Chi stroked him with his back helplessly bent. His arms were scrabbling against the floor but unable to reach any sort of purchase to fight against the iron grips at his hair and his cock.
Vegeta heard the amusement in Chi-Chi’s voice as she gave in to the hungry look on her husband’s face, her own strokes never letting up in the slightest. “Go ahead and enjoy yourself, Goku.”
Immediately, Kakarot dropped to his own knees, hand still buried in Vegeta’s hair. His knee came up to support Vegeta’s bucking hips, and he bent over to drive his mouth onto Vegeta’s with a moan. Vegeta’s heart was racing as their lips crashed together. Eagerly, he met the kiss. His eyes closed as the exquisite feel of the mouth swallowing his own and the repeated strokes up and down his shaft contrasted with the tension in his twisted back.
He felt the electricity of an orgasm building, and he rode the sensation closer and closer to his edge. But just before he tipped over, the soft gloved hand was taken away causing him to growl with frustration.
“Oh, did you want to come, Vegeta?” The sweet tone in her voice was mocking. “Well, if you want that, you’d best be on good behavior.” He bucked his hips, trying to achieve even the tiny bit of friction he needed to take himself over the edge. But it was denied him.
The pressure on his hair lessened and he was pushed back up to his knees by Kakarot’s hand. “Now, be a good boy and stand up,” Chi-Chi ordered. “Hands by your sides. I see you try to touch yourself and I’ll make you regret it.”
Vegeta stood awkwardly, pulling his pants off to free his legs. She had removed her helmet, her rich black hair hanging freely. She was standing a bit more than arm’s length from him, a leather crop in her hand flicking through the air. He narrowed his eyes and put his hand on his cock in an act of deliberate rebellion. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
The crop in her hand flicked out faster than he expected, landing painfully between his legs. “Fuck!” That actually hurt. The woman has some arm strength. She stepped forward, taking his stinging balls into her hand and rubbing them lightly to soothe the discomfort. His breath hissed.
“Let’s try that again, okay?” She stepped back. “Now. Hands by your fuckin' sides.”
His eyes burned as he glared at her. His hand returned to his shaft in defiance. The crop swung. This time he was ready for it and caught it in his free hand. But she had seen it coming and immediately dropped the handle, instead bringing the palm of her hand between his legs to swat him. He bent over in pain, eyes tearing. “FUCK!”
“We can keep doing this, Vegeta. Or you can be a good boy and get a reward. Your call.”
He nearly dared the return of the pain. But as his eyes returned to meet hers, he was distracted by her pink-clad hand sliding seductively up her stomach and into the cups of her bikini top. She moaned and bit her lip as she played with her breast, creating an explosion of heat in his groin. He let out a ragged breath, causing her to smile. “Do you want to taste this?” she teased.
Gods help him, he did. He needed to taste her. Fine. She could have her way this time. He clenched his fists at his sides, chest tight and cock twitching as she pulled down the cloth, freeing her round breast with its nipple standing at attention. He risked his hands moving to her hips, relaxing a bit when no punishment came. He leaned down to take the small pink nub of her nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and eliciting a low moan, to his satisfaction. One of his hands stroked her skin as it moved upward to sneak under the other cup and knead the neglected mound; the other moved lower, diving beneath the fabric covering her sex. His fingers traced the lips of her cunt before diving inside. Gods, she was soaked. The tight, hot moisture of her walls squeezed his fingers as he pushed them inside her, forcing out more groans of pleasure from her that he couldn’t help but echo. Fuck, to think he'd nearly turned this down.
He kept a steady pace with his fingers, rubbing his palm across her clit while his mouth roamed across the mountains of her soft breasts, up her chest to her slim neck. Her cries were getting louder and louder. His hips were thrusting softly, rubbing his hard length into her soft thigh with a delicious friction. Vegeta watched her cheeks flush as she threw back her head with a loud shout, and the walls of her cunt squeezed around his fingers as she finally came. She was exquisite. Where the hell has Kakarot been hiding this for all these years? Chi-Chi's hands gripped his shoulders as she panted a moment, before drawing away from him with a taunting smile.
“See what happens when you behave?”
Slowly, she put the tips of her gloved hand in her mouth and bit down, stripping the fabric from her hand like a striptease. Gods, no wonder Bulma loved when he did that. It was the most sensual thing he’d ever seen. His cock bobbed with the clench of muscles at its base, and he subconsciously grabbed it and began to stroke as she repeated the action with her other glove.
She grabbed his hand, pulled it away from his erection. “Now, now. None of that. You make yourself come, and I promise you that’s the only orgasm you’ll get all night.”
Her hand bare, she wrapped her arm around his waist. Her mouth reached up to his, lips teasingly flirting with his own. Electricity sparked between them and he leaned forward trying to deepen. But she pulled back. Suddenly, a shock of mixed pleasure and pain shot from his lower back, where she had pressed just right into the stub of his tail. He gave a shout of surprise.
“Never forget, Saiyan. I may not be as strong as you, but I’ve had plenty of time to find out how you work. I’m the one who can hurt you, or make you feel like nothing else. It all depends on how good you’re going to be.” Her smile was taunting him to defiance, but no words came to his overwhelmed mind.
“Good. Now behave and you won’t regret it.” She pulled away from his hands and mouth, turning to Kakarot who had been slowly palming his own prick while he watched them. As she approached her husband, his arms wrapped around her and he bent down for a deep kiss. She whispered something in his ear, and he tenderly picked her up by the hips and carried her over to the couch. He sat back as she slowly stripped the panties off herself, his cock at the ready. Chi-Chi straddled him facing forward, her eyes locking with Vegeta’s. As he watched fascinated, she reached down and positioned herself over Kakarot’s shaft, and sank slowly down until he was fully engulfed by her hot cunt. Vegeta’s arm twitched as he unconsciously reached toward the blissful agony at his groin, but stopped as her eyes narrowed.
Slowly, she began to rock herself on Kakarot’s lap, drawing herself upward and dropping down to bury him to the hilt. Vegeta's eyes were glued to the sight of the exquisite cock appearing and disappearing into the pink folds, and he growled with desire. Moisture beaded on the tip of his hard shaft as precum began to flow out in anticipation.
Chi-Chi leaned back onto Kakarot’s chest. His hands moved around to hold her breasts bouncing under the cups of her purple armor, his mouth gliding along her neck and face as he moaned with each thrust up into her. Her eyes flickered shut for a moment before opening and fixing again on Vegeta. “Come here.” He eagerly moved forward, then paused, unsure what she wanted. She soon enlightened him. “Kneel and put that mouth of yours to use.”
Dropping to his knees, Vegeta thrust his face between their legs. His tongue came out, lapping at her folds, dropping down to caress Kakarot’s firm cock as it slid in and out of her. He brought up his hands to knead their thighs, cradling Kakarot’s balls as his tongue and lips did their job. Kakarot began to moan like a whore, and Vegeta had to grab onto his rival's hips with all his strength to keep his hands from moving down to pleasure himself.
Chi-Chi’s cries soon became louder and louder as she neared climax once more. Her hand grabbed the hair at the back of Vegeta’s head as she began to buck her hips, driving both her cunt and Kakarot’s cock more firmly against his mouth. As the wave of her orgasm broke, Vegeta drove his tongue as deep into her as he could alongside Kakarot’s shaft, feeling her cunt flutter against his tongue. As her peak passed, he moved his mouth further down, pressing it firmly against the part of Kakarot’s shaft that was outside of her, licking and stroking with his tongue. A few moments of this and Kakarot broke as well. The underside of his cock pulsed against Vegeta’s tongue as cum raced through and shot deep inside Chi-Chi. Vegeta kept his mouth where it was as Kakarot withdrew, his prick covered with the taste of his cum mixed with her fluids, making an exquisite cocktail Vegeta eagerly lapped up.
By now, Vegeta was nearly insane with need. His pelvis felt like a spring wound nearly to the breaking point, and if he didn’t drive himself into something soft and wet soon he was sure he was going to go crazy. He didn’t dare to relieve himself; she would make good on her threat that it would be the only orgasm he’d get, and at this point he needed more. He hated the pleading tone in his voice, but couldn’t stop it as he begged her. “I need to fuck you. One of you. Please.”
She smirked. “Looks like you can learn manners after all, Vegeta. Well, since you ask so nicely, I suppose I can give you a little help. Stand up.”
He shot to his feet as she sank to her knees in front of him. His chest fluttered in desperate pants as she began to rub her cheek against his cock. “No touchin', no grabbin'. Understand?” He nodded, then gave a wordless shout as her lips opened and pressed down on him. Fuck, it was wonderful. Her mouth was warm and her tongue clever, and it took all his willpower not to shoot his load down her throat immediately. She seemed to sense it and pulled off him with a pop, bringing her hand to the base of his cock and giving a sharp squeeze. The pain of it made the threatened orgasm recede slightly, and his breath came a bit easier.
“Better not come until I say so. I’m not nearly done with you yet.” She smiled and returned to her ministrations, but not before giving her husband a wink. Immediately, Kakarot came around behind him, pressing his body tightly against Vegeta’s back. Vegeta moaned as he felt the hot breath by his neck and the strong arms wrapping around him. Helplessly he leaned back into Kakarot’s chest and closed his eyes, unable to fight against the pleasure coming from the tongue on his cock, the lips on his neck, the fingers playing over his chest, Kakarot’s rapidly-hardening prick grinding against him. His eyes shot open again when he felt something wet rubbing around his asshole. Not a cock. He looked down at Chi-Chi, who pulled off of him to smile as she dipped her fingers back in herself, collecting another load of cum to lubricate her fingers before pushing them into him. “Fuck!” The sensation would have pushed him over the edge if the woman hadn’t accompanied it with a squeeze to his balls, giving just enough pain to cause the threatened orgasm to recede once more.
Chi-Chi gave a low chuckle. “Bulma said you liked this. That’s good, because my hand’s not the only thing going in your ass today.”
Vegeta felt the hard surface of Kakarot’s chest slide down his body. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that the other man had dropped to his knees beside his wife, reaching around to the back of her head to bring her into an unexpectedly sweet kiss. Any complaint Vegeta might have made about losing the feeling of Kakarot’s skin against his own was lost as Kakarot’s other hand snaked around his hips to grab his cock, stroking it languidly as his wife continued her thrusts into his ass. Without breaking the kiss or the rhythm of his strokes, Kakarot dropped the hand on her hair down to between her legs, where he began doing something that drove a series of mewls from the woman. The thrusts of her fingers got harder and faster as her cries got louder, and when she finally came her fingers curled inside Vegeta’s ass, pulling on him in a way he’d never experienced before and driving out a cry of his own. Only the pressure of her thumb digging into his perineum kept him from shooting a load of cum onto her face.
He couldn’t quite stop a whimper as she pulled her fingers out of him and the hand dropped from his cock, but the disappointment was short-lived. As she stood and walked over to a side table, he felt Kakarot’s teeth lightly nipping at his ass cheeks, one hand grasping tightly on each hip. Chi-Chi pulled out something small from a drawer, throwing it casually to her husband before returning to her throne and sitting down regally. “I believe I’ll take a short break,” she said, a mischievous curl on the side of her mouth. “You boys enjoy yourself while I watch.”
That was all the warning Vegeta got, before Kakarot hit the backs of his knees. He fell, but before he could hit the floor, a pair of strong arms had broken his fall and held him in a bridal carry. “What—” was as far as he got before his words were cut off by Kakarot’s mouth crushing against his own. A deep growl, almost a purr, shot out of him involuntarily. His hands moved almost of their own volition up to the idiot’s head, his fingers running through the black spikes as he sought to pull himself deeper into the embrace of the other man’s arms. This was what he’d come for, what he’d hoped for, what he’d been dreaming of since their last encounter. As their mouths roamed, pressing against each other’s bodies, Vegeta maneuvered himself until he was straddling Kakarot’s legs. His cock rubbed against the other, and they both moaned at the sublime feeling produced as their hips bucked against each other. Kakarot’s hands moved down to cup Vegeta’s ass, pressing him even tighter against his body.
In one quick movement, Vegeta felt himself being flipped onto his back as Kakarot rolled them both sideways until he was on top, his weight pressing deliciously onto Vegeta. Kakarot was panting hard now, and his voice was rough. “I want to fuck you so badly, my Prince. Please let me. Please.” The need in his voice shot a spasm of pleasure right into the root of Vegeta’s cock, and he couldn’t stop the whimper before he managed, “Gods, yes. I need you, Kakarot.”
Kakarot sat up briefly, flipping off the top of the bottle his wife had thrown to him and squeezing out a pool of clear liquid which he quickly spread across his cock with a few swipes of his hand. Bending back down, he used one hand to spread Vegeta’s ass while the other guided his cock to press against the entrance. As he slowly, torturously pushed himself in, Vegeta’s eyes rolled upward and his mouth opened in a gasp of ecstasy. Fuck, this was better than he’d ever dreamed. Kakarot’s mouth was hot on his chest, his tongue rolling his nipples, as the man’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside to fill him. Vegeta willed himself to relax into it despite the tension this bliss was shooting through his whole body. After a moment, he felt himself loosen enough to allow Kakarot to begin a slow thrust, each stroke pressing against the spot inside him that drove him toward madness.
The world seemed to dissolve, until all that was left was the cock pushing into him, the hot mouth on his body, the waist his legs wrapped around, the weight pressing him into the ground as the man he’d been wanting for years fucked him senseless. Dimly, he became aware of another presence by his side, another pair of hands stroking his face and chest. When soft lips pushed themselves onto his, he realized the woman had rejoined them. His hand left Kakarot’s back and reached out to the back of her head, drawing her further into the kiss she’d started.
Gods, this was bliss. He felt a wave of pressure building inside him, and he groaned loudly as he began to surrender. But before he could finally give in to the delicious pleasure, Chi-Chi’s hand reached around his arching back and pushed into his tail scar again, causing a wave of mixed pain and pleasure that once again drove back his building climax. He groaned in frustration.
“Stop, Goku.” At her command, Kakarot pulled out of him. Vegeta almost wanted to cry at the loss of his rival’s cock inside him, and he gave a moan of protest. He opened his eyes, pleading wordlessly to the dark eyes of the woman above him.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get it back.” She gave a provocative smile. “But you need to do something first.”
Slowly, she lowered herself to the floor and lay face up. She had removed the rest of her armor, and her dark hair spread around her nude body like a halo. Vegeta’s breath caught as he stared at her. Fuck, she was beautiful. His whole body ached with the desperate need to slide inside of her.
She licked her lips hungrily as he positioned himself above her, maneuvering the head of his cock at her slick entrance. He took a moment to drink her in and savor this moment of anticipation, before lowering himself to her lips as he pushed himself inside her. Fuck, it was good. Her cunt was wet and warm and so tight it tore a groan from his throat.
“Gods, Vegeta.” Chi-Chi moaned in pleasure as he entered, her voice sending a shot of lust up his spine and nearly sending him over the edge. He stopped to steady himself, then drew his cock out slightly before burying himself to the hilt. He thrust again and again, feeling Kakarot moving between their legs and dropping forward until his chest was against Vegeta’s back.
“Stop,” he mumbled into Vegeta’s ear. “Let me in.”
Vegeta happily paused, groaning as the hard length pushed back inside of him, pressing just right into the sweet spot. He began rocking gently but stopped as Chi-Chi grabbed his face, shaking her head with a smile that mixed sweetness and cruelty in equal measure. “Stop, Vegeta. Don’t move or this is over. You’re going to relax and enjoy yourself, while my husband fucks you into me.” She pulled him down into a long, deep kiss as Kakarot’s hands traced up and down his sides, before letting him go and murmuring into his ear. “Good boy.”
As she spoke, Kakarot began gently moving against him, each thrust driving Vegeta’s cock into Chi-Chi’s tight heat. She rocked her own hips in response, raising her legs to take him even deeper. Her mouth moved against his, across his cheek, down his neck; her hands gripped his hair firmly but painlessly, and her teeth gently nipped at his skin. The softness of her lips contrasted deliciously with the heat of Kakarot’s mouth as it moved against the bumps of his spine.
Vegeta did as he’d been told. He didn’t try to take control, to guide or force movement. He let himself fall into the support of the two surrounding him, let them fill and engulf and rock him as they chose, gave up control and simply felt. And it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He could feel the wave of an orgasm building, but this was no normal wave. This was a tsunami. He saw it gathering on the horizon, watched in pure bliss as it sped toward him.
The cries and whimpers forced from Chi-Chi’s throat, the deep moans coming from Kakarot at his back, showed they were as ready as him. Kakarot’s cock slammed into him at a rapidly increasing pace and strength, filling him completely and pushing him deeper into Chi-Chi’s tight heat. Finally, the building pleasure crashed into him with the force of a hurricane. With a wordless shout, he came, spilling himself for what felt like hours as pulse after pulse of lightning shot through his whole body. He felt heat filling him as Kakarot allowed himself to join the wave of rapture, giving a few last savage thrusts that tripped Chi-Chi over the edge herself, her fingers digging into Vegeta’s scalp as she screamed with ecstasy.
For what felt like hours, Vegeta lay still and allowed the aftershocks of the intense climax to wash over him. Finally, the three of them disentangled slowly. Vegeta rolled over onto the soft bed, keeping his eyes closed to allow himself to relish in the feeling of the hands tracing his body. One mouth was gently kissing his chest, another softly licking his ear, a third pressing against his lips. He smiled in utter contentment.
Wait. Hang on. Bed? Three mouths? That seems like too many.
His eyes opened to see a pair of blue ones looking at him from inches away. “Bulma?”
He was at home, laying in their enormous bed. Kakarot’s voice murmured against his neck. “She made me promise to bring you at the end. She wanted to watch you finish.” Vegeta hadn’t even noticed the instant transmission. Not surprising, he supposed.
“No wonder.” Chi-Chi’s face came into view next to his wife’s. “You’re absolutely beautiful when you come, y'know that?” She leaned down, gave him a deep lingering kiss. “Thanks. We should do this again sometime.”
Vegeta felt almost weightless. Kakarot was nuzzled against his left side, his strong arms wrapped around Vegeta’s shoulders. Bulma laid down on his right, her hand softly stroking his thigh. And above him, Chi-Chi nestled in the corner created by the two men, her weight pressing down on him comfortably.
Yeah. Okay. He could live with this. Vegeta leaned his head back, closed his eyes with a smile.