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“So... Do you want to try it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Try it... kissing…” Bulma looked right into his eyes through her long lashes, a smirk on her lips.
Vegeta got all flustered and tried to deny it but his tongue kept stumbling on the words. Much because he indeed wanted to try it since the first time he saw the act.
Vegeta, albeit his stoic personality, Over time he became interested in the culture and history of other planets he visited (or purged). Gradually, he began to silently observe and catalog the various idiosyncrasies of different species that he knew throughout the universe. It didn’t stop him destroying or eliminating said cultures. He was nothing but pragmatic. But it ended up becoming a hobby , partially out of boredom, partially because his brain sought food as much as his stomach. One had to sometimes indulge on little pleasures to avoid insanity, especially on an environment such as the PTO.
Therefore, he spent quite some time in observing earthling behaviors since his arrival, his mind collecting unique things like how the natives casually touched each other while chatting, or how they preferred to eat in huge groups, often called parties, barbecues, or whatever. While earthlings weren’t entirely singular on those particular traits, there was a unique flavor to it that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something about the vibe of it, or just the tendency that every specimen he had contact with while stranded here, to make a perfectly normal act such as nourishing the body into something of gargantuan proportions with more than fifty individuals around a table full of exquisite food, all talking at the same time, laughing, joking, and of course, casually touching.
And oh boy, did the earthlings touch. Bulma especially. He could even have a sense of her humor only observing where her hands would reach on her interlocutor’s arm. Sometimes it was followed by a single stroke with her thumb on a bicep, and he quickly noticed that was indication of a higher level of intimacy, since it was always paired with a flirtatious stance. And was usually used towards the weakling, when he was still around.
Moreover, it was when he was still around that Vegeta observed the act of kissing for the first time. Yamcha had just returned to life and all the excitement over Capsule Corp after the first batch of wishes on the Namekians dragon balls ended, Vegeta found himself brooding sitting on a tree and tracing a plan to go after Kakarot in space. After all, they had things to settle, when he heard giggles and muffled voices on the floor below.
He briefly considered taking off to the skies, but thought it would be a great opportunity to study how mates, other than de doctor and his wife, behaved around each other on this planet. Therefore, he made himself more comfortable and quietly observed the couple with detachment reserved for his pastime. There were a lot of giggling and hugging while they talked, and the atmosphere seemed happy.
Then the weakling tenderly touched Bulma’s cheek with his thumb and pressed his lips onto hers. The act was so unheard for that Vegeta found himself gaping at the couple for several minutes, enough to begin to witness something that he, for the first time on his life, though he shouldn’t be observing.
The weakling pressed Bulma’s body against a tree, and her arms hugged his neck, her fingers burrowed in his long hair. Then he lifted the woman and her legs automatically enveloped his waist, which brought a moan on both their lips. Lips that were still battling each other, but now fervently. Vegeta was sure that he could see their tongues, and man, there was a lot of tongue happening there. To this day Vegeta was unsure if he thought the act was fascinating or disgusting. However, the couple seemed to be enjoying it very much if the noises reaching his ears was any indication.
When the weakling’s hand brushed Bulma’s breast, gaining a moan that Vegeta could feel on the base of his spine, he decided he had seen enough. With all his blood flow pooled on his cheeks, and being very honest with himself, on his groin, he bolted as fast as he could away from them, don’t giving the slightest fuck about revealing himself.
Since that day, Vegeta found himself quite obsessed with the act. He would observe people on parks, on TV, hell, he even witnessed a peck between the doctor and his mate once, something so casual that got himself confused, but soon he learned the nuances on this specific act of touching.
First, he learned that it was something that happened between mates, but not exclusively. He once observe the act between a mother and a small child on a park, but that didn’t look like the norm. Then he categorized the whole thing into three stages: A simple peck, where only the lips touched, followed by a proper kiss, sometimes with tongues and hugs involved, and finally the one he witnessed on that first time. That he was quite sure was something you didn’t do in front of others, being reserved for moments of intimacy between mates.
This entire obsession got him on his most recent predicament, this specific conversation with Bulma. She was watching a movie where a couple was kissing, just when he happen to be passing by, causing him to stop mid step and gawking at the screen, fascinated horror etched on his eyes. Finding it quite odd that her guest would behave like so, Bulma observed the multitude of pink and red that slowly crept into his face while he watched the scene evolve into something hotter. When the couple onscreen gave a moan, she could clearly see his throat bobbing when he swallowed, yet his eyes didn’t swayed from the screen. She pressed pause on the remote control.
“Ok, what’s going on, why are you behaving even weirder than normal for you?” – She asked with a smirk on her lips, quite obviously enjoying his flustered state.
“Woman, why are you watching something like this?”
“Why? Well, the story is entertaining for one thing.”
“Your species watch mating rituals for the sake of entertainment?”
“Mating rituals?” – She asked, baffled for half a second before continuing. “ Oh, ok, I can see how you would see something like that as mating ritual, whatever that mean. I sometimes forget you’re an alien.”
“So, do you mean this act is not a mating ritual?”
“Well, you can say it is in a sense. But not the entirety of it. The entirety of it would be just plain porn and would be quite disgusting to watch on the living room at three in the afternoon.”
The notion that yes, earthlings did watch mating rituals, the entirety of it, for entertainment sent Vegeta aback. The guy was quite shocked by it if Bulma could read his expression correctly. And she was positive of this conclusion since he let the weight of his body fall on the sofa beside her, his eyes frozen on the paused screen of the couple locking lips.
When Bulma giggled beside him, he tore his eyes from the TV and looked at her, equal measures of disgust and fascination written on his features.
“Explain to me the nuance of this kind of… display of affection.” – He ordered with a strained voice.
“Bulma, please explain to me this particular piece of human culture?” – Bulma said mocking his tenor voice.
Vegeta scowled at that, maintaining silence waiting for her answer.
“Geez, is being polite also an alien concept to you?” – She said while frowning. But if she was being honest with herself, she kind of wanted to see where this was going, and that was the main reason she tried to explain the whole thing to the best of her ability.
“Well, ok, let’s see… Once I read that ‘a kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.’” – She giggled. “The thing is, a kiss is simple an act of enjoying another person’s body. You can be as chaste as a monk or as lewd as whore, and everything in between. It is quite an ample spectrum, and every step of the way always enjoyable. Well, except when it’s unwanted from one of the parts, and that’s a problem.”
“And how do you know if the other part doesn’t want to be kissed?” – Vegeta asked, clearly invested on the subject.
“Well, the most straightforward way is by asking, simple as that, though some people like playing a game of saying no when in reality they mean yes. It takes a lot of practice to sense the difference and I would advise against even trying. The human male can be quite dense playing this game, always assuming we are playing rather than admitting to themselves the cold truth that they are not as desirable as they think. Some women too, though in a much smaller scale. But when it’s consensual between two, or more, adults it’s a very fun activity.”
“Two or more?” Vegeta deadpanned, clearly uncomfortable by the notion.
“Well, yes. There is no limit on numbers on a good swing, though I personally prefer engaging one on one. The more you add to the party the messier the thing get.”
Vegeta didn’t even want to ask what a swing is, feeling another rabbit hole that could potentially trap him.
“Ok, let´s focus on the one on one kiss. Why do it at all? Just for the enjoyment of it?”
“Well, yes, that is a good enough reason. But, if you mean the evolutionary reason, I’m sorry to inform that we don’t know why the human race engage on the practice. We seem to be doing it since the dawn of time, god bless our ancestors.”
That was definitely nourishment for Vegeta’s thoughts. He got silent digesting these new pieces of information on earthling behavior, a frown on his brow. That’s when Bulma pounced on him with the question. To be fair, it was the best way to study the case and understand the appeal, but Vegeta already had a very good sense of the why. He just needed to figure out the how, and here she was, presenting him with the tools to further understand this peculiar behavior. He was quite tempted to accept, for the sake of science, of course.
He looked at her, face hard on a mask of indifference and asked:
“Why? What am I getting involved here?”
“Well, nothing. It’s just a kiss, not a wedding vow.” – Bulma said rolling her eyes, as if it should be awkwardly obvious.
“And what do you get out of it?”
“Besides fomenting an inquisitive mind? Maybe I’m just bored and want to make out with a hot piece of alien meat.” – Bulma said, her eyes roaming Vegeta’s body. The alien swallowed hard, his cheeks an interesting shade of red
“You are mocking me!” He said, getting up of the couch. Bulma laughed and held his hand.
“C’mon, don’t be like that! I’m just teasing you. I’ll behave I promise.” – She smiled at him, bubbling with amusement. He thought for another two seconds pondering his life choices that got him at this specific moment. Resigned, he sat back in the sofa, crossing his arms.
“What should I do?” – He asked, looking everywhere but her.
“Well, first you should look at me.”
He scoffed but turned his head on her direction.
“Now, I want you to relax. Uncross your arms.”
He did as he was told. He looked at her, unclenched his arms and gave a deep breath. She smiled approving.
“Ok, close your eyes.”
Vegeta frowned at this request but relented, his curiosity being bigger than his lack of trust on her and the whole thing.
Bulma then moved on the couch to get near him, sitting on her knees to have better access placing both hands on his face. Vegeta tensed under her touch, every fiber of his being telling him to get the hell out of this situation. Yet he stayed firm on his purpose. Prince Vegeta never in his life let a challenge go unanswered.
“Vegeta, breathe!” – Bulma giggled at his stiff posture. The whole thing was highly amusing to her.
He forced his lungs to let go of the air he was holding through his nose. Then, before he could tense again, he felt her lips touching his. The sensation was weird, yet not unpleasant. It was more a matter of another being invading his personal space than anything else. He felt his body relax a little, his breathing still mechanical, but nonetheless happening.
Then he felt the tip of her tongue probe his lower lip so slowly that he felt a shock from the base of his spine to the tip of his neck. His breath caught in his throat again and his hand, which was resting on his lap, found its way to her wrist. He opened his eyes, shock written all over it and watched her gaze at him. It seemed to tell him “Trust me, I’m going to take you on a good ride, if you just allow me.” He took another half a second and closed his eyes again, urging his body to function under some resemblance of normalcy.
Bulma’s tongue tried again to gain access inside his mouth and he forced his lips to part, just enough for her to reach its intended purpose. Feeling her hot tongue inside his mouth did something to his body again because he let out a moan so deep from his chest that Bulma’s hand, still holding his face went to his hair, burying her fingers on it and pressing his mouth against hers.
By this point, a thick fog started to cloud his better judgement. His tongue, on its own accord, found hers inside his mouth and tried to struggle for dominance. The rumble on his chest deepened and his arm caught her waist, bringing her closer. A need to have her body as close to his as physically possible etched his actions. His other hand found its way to her hair, grabbing a lot of it and putting even more pressure on their mouths. He could swear that he felt her little moan on the tips of his toes.
Feeling emboldened by his reactions so far, Bulma thought she should expand this little experiment as far as she could. Her hands started roaming Through Vegeta’s body, first his shoulders, biceps, and then his chest. She pressed the tip of her nails through the fabric of his t-shirt over his nipples feeling it harden immediately. All the while keeping his mouth battling hers as a mean to distract him from where her dexterous fingers wanted to stroll through his body.
Unfortunately for her, all these sensations his body was presenting overwhelmed Vegeta to a degree that surpassed the uncomfortable. He grabbed both her wrists and broke the kiss, his eyes clouded, his lips tingling, his ears ringing and his cock stiff. Bulma somehow found herself straddled over the Sayan, feeling something very hard poking her middle. She couldn’t help but smirk.
“Well, what do you think?” She asked. He could feel her breath tickling his face.
Vegeta was panting a little, his heart racing like after a good spar session and his brain swimming on gelatin. He grabbed her by the waist and dropped her on the couch rather ungentlemanly, fleeing the scene Sayan speed. Bulma couldn’t help herself and laughed hard.
The whole thing was so absurd yet highly amusing. She thought that next time she should present another set of lips for him to try and kiss, presenting it like another sociologic experiment.