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Smut Warning
136 Hours to Earth

When Vegeta woke up, I was busying myself with testing the different fabrics I still needed tested. "I don't have time for idle chat," I snip quickly as he steps into the training room dressed in his usual attire. "Put this on, and get into the gravity chamber."

Vegeta didn't comply. Instead, he grasped at my hips and lifted me onto the table I'd been working at. He braces his hands on the table besides my thighs and glares at me. "What's your problem?" He asks.

My throat locks up for a moment before I manage to swallow it down. "I-- I don't have one! We're one hundred and thirty-six hours to Earth, and I've only tested two fabric's! That would mean that I've just wasted an entire trip on nothing but--" My throat catches again and I avert my gaze.

Vegeta chuckles lowly, his strong hand grasping my face and squishing my cheeks again as he forces me to face him. "Nothing but what, Mara?" He asks teasingly.

"Just--" I garble through my embarrassment and shove his hand off. "Put on the damn shirt and get to training." I snap.

Vegeta snatches the shirt and grins, his teeth bringing back pleasurable memories. I swallow back a harsh wave of desire before inputting the commands I need.

Luckily, the next twenty four hours pass without incident, and I manage to burn through every fabric I've brought. Everything was catalogued neatly, and I had done an amazing amount of research.

"What is your battle suit made of?" I ask Vegeta as he horfs down his dinner.

"It's a synthetic blend Frieza's army had constructed." Vegeta explains through his mouthful of food. I hum thoughtfully and stand up. "Where are you going?" He asks irritably.

I roll my eyes at him. "Are you that obsessed with me? We've only had sex once." I retort plainly. Vegeta starts choking on his food a little while I walk towards my tool set. I have a small pair of scissors in my hands when I reenter the kitchen. Vegeta is still eating, but now he's got a wary look in his eye. "Mind if I get a sample?" I ask curiously. "Out of every fabric I've seen, the battle armor you gave to Gohan, Krillen, and I are the most durable I've felt."

"Why don't you use the one you have?" Vegeta asked irritably.

I smirked. "I threw it away. If you'd forgotten-- it had no legs. And I do not look good in leotards." I explain. "Now sit still, you won't even notice the--" My scissors break as I attempt to cut through it. Vegeta is now guffawing at my failed attempt. "See?! That's impressive!" I shout at him.

With a hard tug, the entire arm of Vegeta's battle suit is ripped off as if it were made of lace. A lump settles in my throat as I take it. That brilliant show of strength makes me start panting a little. I shake my head and take the sleeve. I run my palm over it gingerly.

"It feels better than the one had given me." I mention softly. "I'm going to break down it's chemical structure so I can try to recreate it, and give you something even more durable." I hum politely.

"Why?" Vegeta asked.

I purse my lips and cock my head. "Because. I think you deserve someone to look after you. I said it before, you're not as bad as you make yourself out to be." I explain softly. "I just think you need someone to talk to, someone to let your hair down with."

"Let my--" He stammers in confusion.

"It's an expression we use on Earth," I laugh. "It means, that you can act however you please, because you're a free man now. You can shape your own destiny. And having good friends around you to do that makes it so much sweeter, doesn't it?" I ask.

Vegeta stares at me for a moment before reaching towards me and tugging my head forward. He kisses me gently this time, and I'm reeling in delight.

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112 Hours to Earth

Vegeta spends the majority of his time training now. After kissing me so suddenly, Vegeta seemed to have spooked himself. With him having his latest temper tantrum, I'd began sketching in my sketch pad. But the kiss Vegeta had given me remained on my mind. My pencil tapped against the paper tirelessly. I hear the Gravity Room power down, and I glance up expectedly. Vegeta just walks by the room and into the bathroom without a single word. I hum irritably and decide to play my own hand.

I sat on the bed with a delicate hum escaping my lips while I went back to sketching. I had shed my clothes and waited expectantly for the Saiyan to leave the bathroom. The shower cuts off, and he once again struts past the room. I start smiling into my sketchpad as I hear him stop walking. My gaze flickers up as he leans backwards, gazing into the room with wide eyes. "What are you doing?" He asks incredulously.

"Waiting for you to stop being weird." I retort irritably. "I think we've already gotten way past of being shy about kissing." I explain as I toss my sketchbook off the side of the bed.

"I--" He stammers as I stand up from the bed and approach him. I loop my hands behind my back and cock my head. "Are you... feeling sore?" He asks meekly. A smile worms its way onto my lips as I stare at him. "I wasn't gentle with you!" He barks at me angrily. "And it was your-- f-first time..." His face is flushed bright red.

"Have you had sex before?" I ask curiously.

"OF COURSE NOT!" He shouted at me. I began laughing and curl my arms around his neck. His gaze is locked onto my face, and for a moment, it irritates me. But when he curls his palms around my hips as gently as he can, everything melts into pure adoration. "You're... covered in bruises and... marks..." He murmurs gingerly.

"Vegeta, really, it's fine. Besides, it doesn't hurt like you think it does." I explain meekly. "You just get lost in the moment, it's okay. In fact, I think I like that about you." I give him a cute grin before kissing his cheek. "So, will you stop worrying about me?"

Vegeta grumbles irritably and lifts me up, making my legs loop around his sharp hips. My core is pressing against the growing lump in his pants, and it causes me to shiver in anticipation. "Tell me-- if I'm getting too rough." He mentions softly and presses me up against the wall. I nod quickly and let out a soft gasp when he starts trailing his bare fingers over my body. He's definitely gentle. And as much as I appreciate that he's conscious of my well being, I'd grown so accustomed to the rough way he handled me.

By the time he's sinking into me, I'm fighting back groans of frustration. "V-Vegeta--" I stammer as he rocks his hips as gently as possible. His gaze is fixated on his cock sinking into my tight heat when I call out to him. "C-Can you... go a little rougher?" I ask meekly. "I-- I appreciate the tenderness... But I need it... harder..." I trail off.

Vegeta shudders and leans towards me, his forehead pressing against my shoulder before picking up his pace. "Stop testing me, woman," Vegeta growls. "I don't want to hurt you--"

I tug his hair roughly, pulling his head backwards. "I'm not made of glass!" I snap at him, my face burning at the growing frustration. "I've got enough cushion for you to completely ravage me, please, just make me cum~" My ability to speak is thoroughly cut off by the sudden rough snapping of his hips. "F-Fuck-- Just like that--" I stammer.

Vegeta growls deliriously and grasps at my ass tighter. He's using my weight as leverage to bounce me on his cock. "You're-- Fuck--" I began shuddering through my orgasm as Vegeta starts losing himself again. "Fuck--" He curses like he does when he's completely overwhelmed. His brow his furrowed and he's got a blissed out look on his face. A delirious smile spreads over his face, and I cum again and again around him. A new sensation hits me like a ton of bricks. A heady gush splatters from my fluttering core, causing Vegeta to halt and grin manically. "Look at you-- making a mess on my cock-- Why don't I see how many times I can make you squirt!"

My eyes roll back into my head from the intensity. I don't know exactly when I stopped cumming. When I came to, Vegeta just stared down at me with an irritated glare. I give him a cute smile.

"Why do you insist on making me crazy?" He asks irritably. I barely register him rubbing my thighs. "I could've hurt you..."

I sit up and let out a breath of relief. "When will you realize I'm sturdier than I look." I explain impishly. Vegeta turns his head like a child who didn't get their way and refuses to kiss me. I glance down at his lap, and his cock is still very hard. "Did you stop before you could finish?" I ask irritably.

Vegeta grumbled again. "You-- You passed out." He snapped at me. "I wasn't going to--" Vegeta stopped immediately as I ran my palm over the bulge straining against the pants he put back on. I settle onto my belly, kicking my legs up as I tug out his erection. "F-Fuck--" Vegeta grumbles, his hand curling over the top of my head as I start sucking on the bulbous tip. His cock twitches violently as I once again take him as deep as I could go. With my nose pressed into his pubic hair, Vegeta leans back on his palm, gazing down at me with his lower lip caught between his teeth. I watch with a calculating gaze as I swallow around him. Shudders run up his back and he throws his head back for a moment, stifling a loud groan. "Don't just sit there--" Vegeta snaps at me, his voice shaking ever so slightly. I swallow again and receive what I'd been waiting for. His hips surge upwards, his seed spreading down my throat almost immediately after. I swallow again and start bobbing my head. "Fuck--" He curses and loses himself. Head thrown back, chest heaving, Vegeta has a firm grip on my head as I deep throat him continuously. "Stop--" He barks at me. I halt almost immediately and pull away with a confused expression. He tugs me upwards and grasps onto my hips, his breathing coming out rough and ragged. "Ride my cock, Mara," Vegeta orders as he runs his tongue over my nipple. "I wanna stuff you full of my cum--" He growls deliriously. I shift my hand between us and sink down onto him, drawing a soft sigh from my throat.

"You feel so good," I hum delicately as I roll my hips in slow, calm strokes. I curl my arms around his neck and kiss him softly. "Gonna-- Gonna cum--" I stammer.

"That's right," Vegeta groaned. "Do it, cum for me, beautiful girl." My brows furrow as my insides twist and clench around his engorged cock. "You're perfect--" Vegeta began praising me as his head falls between my breasts. My hips snap down onto his lap tightly as Vegeta cums hard. He's shaking violently and puffing out wildly.

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72 Hours to Earth

"No, you're not going to tie me up," Vegeta snapped at me as I followed him around the ship after his training session. "If anything, you're going to be the one tied up!"

I grumble irritably. "But you literally get to indulge in your own fantasies. Like your crazed breeding kink." I mention.

"IT'S NOT--" Vegeta roars at me. "IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOU'RE ALWAYS MAKING ME CRAZY!"

"Ah, so you admit you have a breeding kink."

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24 Hours to Earth

Vegeta is staring at the cloth in my hands curiously. "What are you making?" Vegeta asks.

I quickly press the pink cloth to my chest. "Nothing!" I snap at him. "It's a surprise. So you'll just have to wait." Vegeta gazes at the pink and yellow fabric and hums in though before smirking. He strolls off in a good mood. "I am so lucky Vegeta is secretly a horn dog..." I murmur to myself. "I think he'll kill me once he realizes these are for him..." A strange smell wafts from the room and I grimace. "WHY DON'T YOU SHOWER ALREADY!" I shout after him. "IT'S BEEN LIKE TWO DAYS!"

Vegeta doesn't say anything back and begins to train again. I groan loudly and get back to work.