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Vegeta pounded roughly into Bulma, who moaned out in pleasure. "Faster, Vegeta," she panted, and he groaned as she clenched around him.
"Fuck," he breathed. He thrusted faster, as she requested, slamming into her at impossible speeds. He heard the click of a button– a remote Bulma held– and she could barely say the words.
"Y-you ready... for this?"
"Yes," he grunted. His wife clicked another button, and a hot shock was sent into his back, burning his flesh. He growled, rolling his hips harder now, Bulma moaning loudly. Another laser shot into his back, burning the flesh there too. He groaned at this, reveling in the pain.
Another laser. And another. Maybe his wife couldn't physically hurt him on her own, but her technology could, and it made him impossibly hard. She was clutching at his back, her nails digging into the skin, the lasers expertly avoiding the woman as she yelled out in ecstasy.
He was so close now, Bulma's pussy tight around him. Her orgasm usually made him come, but he was lasting a little longer now, enduring the pleasure and pain mixture he was experiencing.
"Come, Vegeta," Bulma said softly, her voice barely audible over the loud creaking of their bed. She was clutching the white linen sheets as he fucked her through the aftershocks of her climax. Another laser burned his flesh, Bulma clenching hard at the same time, and the prince spilled his seed deep inside her, seeing stars with the explosion of his orgasm.
"Fucking hell," he groaned out, and Bulma clicked the button to turn it off, the lasers tucking themselves away back to where they were stored. "That was..." He couldn't say it. Couldn't admit how much the lasers hurt, and how good they felt.
"Intense," he finished. He collapsed on top of Bulma, who hugged him tightly.
"You were sexy like that. When the lasers hit. You had this... pained expression. Not in a bad way, like when you're fighting someone." She batted her eyelashes at him, and he bristled.
"I want more next time. Add more lasers." He inhaled deeply, controlling his breathing.
"Are you sure you're ready for that? I designed them to be very powerful, and in your base form, with your ki lowered enough, it could probably kill you." She stroked a hand through his spikey hair.
"Tch. Of course I can handle it. If it goes too far, I'll just raise my ki."
"Okay, dear. I'm excited. Tomorrow?"
Vegeta huffed in agreement, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He kissed her there, gently, placing another one after that, and another, kissing his way to her lips, where she readily kissed him back.
He had never had much of a chance to explore the pleasure he found in pain, and Bulma was the perfect partner to delve into this with. The thought excited him, and she seemed to like it too. He wondered just how far this was going to go.