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The loud rumble of his black with red flames Harley-Davidson Super Glide sounded dominantly through the streets. Behind him a thick cloud of dust had formed. Beside him rode his men Nappa and Raditz on their bikes. With a triumphant grin on his face, Vegeta enjoyed claiming his soon-to-be new victory Biker Bar: The Dragon's Den.
The bikes began to lose speed and the last bit rolled almost soundlessly to the nearest spot to the entrance of the bar. Vegeta`s cold black eyes were fixed on the entrance. He toyed with the throttle a few more times, and the rumble of his engine awakened a drunken bar customer who had found a place to sleep on the steps of the entrance. A smell of roasted meat and stale beer hung around the bar.
Girls stood giggling at the corner of the building watching the new leaders. Raditz gave them a flirty wink, Nappa and Vegeta ignored them. Vegeta stepped off his beloved Harley, his one true love. He swept the dust from his leather jacket which had a large back print of Saiyan Devils emblazoned in white. The three imposing Saiyans walked towards the entrance, a drunk man cowered in fear and barely had time to leap out of their path.
There was no door in the bar, the men walked in where the only light came from a few light bulbs above the bar and pool tables. A dimly lit neon sign hung lazily above an old cigarette vending machine. A smell of old cigars and fresh beer prevailed in this cheap-looking bar. Music played in the background, and as the group of Saiyan Devils walked in, an uncomfortable silence fell.
While the bar had fallen silent, only the boot falls of the three men could be heard as they walked over to the bar and immediately claimed ownership of a group of three stools.Without asking, the bartender poured three pints of beer and placed them in front of the men.
Nappa made himself look big "is there anything left to eat? I'm starving here".
The bartender who meanwhile was rubbing a beer glass dry stammered "You have to wait for Bulma, she's out back, smoking the ribs she'll be right there".
Not much later and a door behind the bar opened. A beautiful figure stood in the door opening. Legs endlessly long locked in leather pants. A white low cut tank top and wavy blue hair over one shoulder. Her soft pink lips glistened as her eyes almost spit fire as they fell upon the Saiyan Devils. "Father, what are they doing here?" Although the question was directed at her father, she looked at Vegeta sternly.
Vegeta`s eyes were fixed on the blue haired woman, casually putting his pint on the bar he began to smirk "honey, we won this bar fair and square.”
With a furious face Bulma came to stand in front of the leader of the Biker gang, with her hands on her hips she kept looking at Vegeta "oh? And then tell me what went so fair?"
Vegeta smiled and let his finger slide over the glass "honey if you don't agree it's okay to take it up with me." The bar fell silent for the second time that day.
Challenging, Bulma came leaning on her arms in front of Vegeta "ok homeboy, best of three.”
The bartender grabbed his daughter by the shoulder "Bulma sweetie no, think about it carefully.”
She bestowed an innocent smile on her father "don't worry daddy, this is not my first rodeo". Again she cast a glance at the Devil leader "are you coming? Or are you afraid of losing your bar to a girl?"
Vegeta got up and walked towards the exit "I am waiting," he teased.
When Vegeta stepped outside he blinked for a moment because of the bright sunlight. The entire bar walked out with them and beside him stood his challenger, the young woman Bulma. She cast a mischievous glance at him "ok here are the rules. From here to the old mill, then we start together again. Then we will stop at the motel. Then we start together again and finish here. Whoever wins two or three has won the bar.”
Vegeta looked closely at his opponent and smiled "fine, it's your loss.”
Bulma snapped her fingers, and a helmet was thrown at her. As Vegeta walked to his bike, he looked at the body of the blue—haired woman who was swinging her hips down the street. Her body was deliciously curved and the pants' skin-tight on her that left little to no imagination; almost made his mind wonder. Vegeta got on his bike and started the engine to trail his thoughts away from her.
Bulma turned around with a mischievous grin "hey homeboy, nice ride but mine is better.”
Amused at her statement, Vegeta let out a snicker and tilted his head back, flashing her his signature smirk as he replied, "and where’s yours then?"
Bulma turned and walked across the street where there was a garage. Once again Bulma looked in Vegeta`s direction and flirtatiously gave a wink, did he see that right? What was this woman up to, did she think to seduce him and that he will just give the bar back. This woman didn't know what fire she was playing. Bulma pushed open a large sliding metal door and walked into the dark garage. Vegeta looked aside, Nappa was standing by the entrance with a pint of beer. Raditz was sitting on his motorcycle flirting with a blonde woman. Vegeta briefly shook his head in disbelief before shifting his glance back on the garage.
There was a loud rumble that echoed inside, that led Vegeta to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Slowly the bike edged out of the garage, its blacked-out components blending into the night. The chrome 350 and the red X on the side of the engine reflected the neon lights. He had to compose himself seeing the blue-haired woman edging closer to him, the bright red tank with Royal Enfield written on its side cradled between her thighs. A small crowd was forming around them, her custom bike drawing them in.
Vegeta snorted and glanced to the side of him, ignoring the awestruck look from his men. “To save you the embarrassment, it’s not too late to back down now.”
“Why?” she questioned and revved her bike creating a small cloud of dust from under the rear wheel, “are you afraid of losing to someone with better tits than you?”her witty riposte left him silent, much to his displeasure as he scrunched up his face and whipped his head away from her.
Loud chortles resounded from the audience behind them, and Vegeta quickly silenced them with a sharp throttle of his bike. “Enough!” he barked and shot a glare towards the cocky woman, “if you are done making a fool of yourself, I’d like to get this race started before any more of my time is wasted.”
The woman had guts, that’s for certain, and he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t find that attractive. Pushing his thoughts aside, he gave his bike one last throttle before giving Nappa a gentle nod to start.
Nappa downed his pint and shoved the empty glass into one of the women's hands before sauntering in front of Bulma and Vegeta. He pulled off a bandana from his head and grinned at the two.
“Alright, remember to play nice you two,” he snickered.
Vegeta grunted at him, he felt heat disperse across his cheeks as the blue-haired woman giggled by the side of him while toying with her throttle.
The square where the bar was located had fallen into complete silence. All eyes were tensely fixed on the bandana in Nappa`s fist.
Suddenly, Nappa pushed his fist down and both the gang leader and the blue-haired beauty pulled their throttles completely open. The square filled with dust and smoke as the two motorcycles raced away with loud noise.
Loud rumbles from their engines echoed along the countryside, Vegeta glared down at the blue-haired bombshell who was edging in front of him and he could have sworn she raised her hips ever so slightly to show off her deliciously curved backside. A low growl rumbled from his chest as she glanced over her shoulder while revving away in front.
This woman really wanted to test him, didn't she? He revved his own engine and sped up, hastily passing her. He couldn't allow himself to lose to her and get distracted by her trying to flirt with him during a race.
However, speaking of the devil, the woman advanced right beside him, catching his attention enough to see her blowing a kiss at him. Her laughter dispersed across the wind as heat traveled across his face, speeding himself up as he raced past her. Damn that woman for toying with him like this, he wouldn't be made a fool of like this.
As he raced onwards, the wind whipping across his face, he still couldn't help but think back to her. Toying with him, she most certainly was in an attempt to win the race, distracting him with her immature flirting. He scoffed to himself at the mental image of her playfully giggling while twirling a strand of hair while the rest of his men roared with laughter as he allowed her beauty and playful flirt to distract him from the race.
He clutched tightly on the handles and flared his nostrils. She was really getting into his head, though at least good news was coming soon. The end of this race was coming up, and he was still ahead of the woman, a smirk bloomed on his face. He was going to win. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he noticed she was close behind him.
The barn was in sight and the both of them raced forward. The woman quickly caught up to him once more. They were at each other's sides once more. However Vegeta was making sure to keep his eyes forward.
If he couldn't see the woman, then she couldn't distract him further and like hell he would lose this race over some flirting! The barn was getting closer in sight as they raced forward, the air whipping against their faces harder as they sped up. The end was so close in sight.
Yet of course something had to come along, just as they were racing on the home stretch, more roars of engines went through the night. Looking behind him, Vegeta could see that a rival gang was right behind the both of them. Cursing to himself as the gang was quickly catching up to them, they were already at their heels.
However, unexpectedly, it seems like they weren't interested at all in him. They all seemed to turn their attention towards the woman. They swerved over to her. He kept his eyes trained on the gang as they seemed to be talking to the woman, he was soon laughing to himself seeing as she flipped them off and the anger and hurt on the gang's faces. His laughter died down soon after seeing one of them attack her.
Rage rushed through his system, faster than even his bike was going, as the gang began to attack and berate the woman. Oh fuck no, changing directions on his bike, he chased after them and as soon as they saw him they sped off. But like hell, he was letting them get away unscathed.
Everything became a blur after that, his fury obscured his vision as he attacked his rivals. Shortly after, all of them had gone, scared of who was going to get attacked next. Damn right they should all be scared of him, he growled at himself as he glared off at the direction they fled.
His attention was then switched to the woman. Driving up next to her, he surveyed her body. There were some marks on her skin, some just red and others already bruising and swelling. Anger surged up in him once more. Damn them for this, they should've attacked him and not her!
Before he realized, however, they had both already crossed their proverbial finish line and made it to the barn. There was no way to tell if there was a winner, but at this point Vegeta found himself not caring. His attention was focused on the woman before him and her injuries.
Stopping their bikes as they reached the entrance of the barn, Vegeta got off his bike quicker than he intended. Already rushing over to the woman and carefully grabbing her body, helping her remove her helmet and usher her towards the barn. He could tell his actions shocked her.
They made their way into the barn Vegeta looked around and upon finding a very convenient patch of hay on the ground he threw his jacket on top and lowered the woman down onto it as he laid the blue-haired woman down onto her side gingerly, he heard a chuckle come from her.
"Didn't know an ass like you could be so courteous and help me like that," she laughed again at him as his face twisted up incredulously.
"The only reason I'm doing this is because those assholes interfered with our race, nothing has been decided and there is no winner."
"Uh huh sure."
Vegeta rolled his eyes as he knelt down and checked her over, trying to find any sort of injury. Although his eyes couldn't help but trail differently across her body, the pale, flawless skin that no doubt was soft to the touch. And again his eyes wandered to her ass and how deliciously curved it was. God, he was obsessed by this point with how often it came up in his head.
"For someone who I assumed was checking for wounds your eyes do travel elsewhere a lot." she said, glancing over her shoulder before she slowly sat herself up, her eyes locking onto his.
Vegeta felt his face go a bit red before he huffed, "Well you're– I guess you're fine then if you have the strength to make remarks like that."
The topic swiftly changed as her face contorted to a pondering look. “Who were they?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, but I think it does considering they attacked me, assuming I was your girlfriend.”
“What?!” he spat in disgust, “As if I would ever date a woman like you!”
“Don’t worry, women like me have taste and would never go for men like you,”she stated as a matter of fact, “you sure make a lot of enemies around this block, and I can see why. You’re such an asshole.”
Just as Vegeta was about to give a snide response, he promptly stopped himself on noticing her grinding her teeth, her face writhing in pain and discomfort as she smoothed the back of her neck.
“You are in no fit state to race,” Vegeta sighed and glanced down at her look of disapproval.
“I am winning my fathers bar back, injured or not!”
“I admire your determination,” he smirked and folded his arms, this woman sure was a challenge, a fun challenge at that. “Alright, since it means so much to you, we can go half.”
“Excuse me?!”
“We could use a tough woman like you in the team, I’m happy to go half, we call this race off.”
“You do not get to make demands around here, I want to win it back fair and square!”
“I’m sure we can come to some arrangement that's beneficial for us both, it's clear neither of us are willing to give it up so easily,” he raised a brow on watching her stand up with her hands balled into a fist, from her facial expressions it was evident to him that she was in some pain and discomfort. “For crying out loud,sit down, you need to rest.”
“And let you continue on the race?- as if!”
“I am not leaving you here, what do you take me for?”
“You want me to ‘stay’, huh? Well alright, only if you agree that you lost,” on hearing those words Vegeta couldn’t help but chortle at her stubbornness, this didn’t go unnoticed as she glared back at him. “What's so funny?!”
“Okay,” Vegeta replied with his hands up in a surrender position before dropping one hand behind his back as he continued, “you get to keep the bar, so long as my men and I get to congress there undisturbed.”
“Uncross those fingers, homeboy, or no deal.”
Flabbergasted by the fact she was not so easy to fool, Vegeta quickly folded his arms and avoided her stern glare. “Tch, I’ve never met a woman as strong willed as you.”
“Compliment accepted,” she beamed, “So, you're going to tell me who those men were?”
“Some rival gang, they are no threat, more of an inconvenience.” Vegeta shrugged, and he looked back at the woman who was slowly easing herself back down. “I’m glad they didn’t severely hurt you, you didn’t deserve that.”
“For a second there I thought I saw an ounce of empathy from you.”
“Don’t get used to it,only a coward would attack a woman like that,” he wiped his nose while his eyes casually glanced down at her cleavage.
“That we can agree on,” she nodded. “Do your eyes often wander like that?”
“I-I,” he began to splutter as he had been caught, warmth spreading across his face again. Why was he being such a pervert? Her giggle only made the heat spread faster.
“You know, you are not so bad looking for a jerk.”
Vegeta blinked in astonishment. “Unbelievable,” he mumbled.
“What, never been complimented before? No wonder you have such a grumpy look.” she teased, “you know, you’re cute when you are left so speechless.”
With a bewildered expression across his face, he wanted to avoid being outdone by her playful flirting, and so he feigned a confident grin and replied with, “You don’t look too bad in leather.”
Internally, he was mentally cussing at himself, never has a woman brought out his vulnerable side before, and there she was, playfully giggling at him while twirling a strand of hair, just how he mentally visioned during their race.
“Thanks,” she replied, pulling him out of his stupor. “You should see me out of them.”
Vegeta cleared his throat, wanting to keep up the confident front he smirked back at her, “Well you already got me out of mine,” he gestured towards his jacket she was sat on.
“There is some space for you to sit next to me, you know? Or are you planning on standing there all night?”
“Are you hinting that you’d like my company now?”
“Perhaps,” She shrugged at him, looking so nonchalant now as she shifted herself to the side, hinting for him to sit next to her.
Amenably Vegeta seated himself next to her. He could just about make out the wispy floral scent from her, a delightful smell that enveloped his nostrils that he couldn’t help but lean closer to her, just to inhale that aromatic essence from her.
How was it so possible for a woman to smell just as good as she looked? His eyes roamed over the minor markings on her pale skin around her shoulder. He felt vexed, knowing it was from his rivals. If only he could've protected her, a small notch figuratively formed in the back of his throat. Was he growing fond of this blue-haired bombshell from such a short time of meeting her?
“May I?” he asked, grabbing her attention as he hinted to move her hair gently back to check behind her neck.
“Sure,” She swept her hair over her other shoulder.
Fortunately, there were no signs of any markings, he could tell she was a little tender around that area, perhaps from when she tried in all her efforts to fight back. Without hesitation he leaned in and planted a soft kiss. His eyes widened on realizing what he's done, and abruptly pulled back, “sorry I–” he was quickly silenced by her lips pressed against his.
Pursuing the tender kiss, she straddled herself on top of him, hands rested on his shoulders. Her lips were soft, and warm, soon as they parted slightly he slipped his tongue inside, their tongues rubbed together between their open-mouthed kisses. Both were eager to taste the other at every opportunity they could get. His eyes closed in bliss, immersed in her smell, her touch, her tongue ravishing against his.
He felt his back pressed hard against the pillar behind them. Her hands were now gripping, tearing at his top as their kiss became more careless, more covetous for lust—they barely got a breath between. His hands roamed along her firm backside. The round firm globes so plump against his calloused hands he could not resist but to squeeze in the soft firmness, the texture of the leather sculpting her ass only added to his pleasure that he could not hold back a low guttural moan.
Arousal pooling between his legs and pressed hard against his pants. Their kiss parted, and he felt his face heat up as she smirked and winked at him. Her hand cupped and teased his erection, he let out another moan and allowed her easier access to his erection. All rational thoughts escaped his mind as he was now more heavily focused on the arousal alone. Before another moan could escape, he locked his lips with hers once more.
Her wandering hand slipped inside his pants and pulled out his cock, she stroked his shaft while they continued to make out; she had full control of him now, he was powerless, overcome by lust, he wanted to feel more of her, smell more of her heavy perfume he inhaled from every gasp between their rough kiss. His hands tenderly smoothed up along her sides, and he hesitated as he heard her wince slightly.
Vegeta broke from their kiss and looked up at her, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little tender there from earlier is all,” she smiled and shifted his hand onto her cushioned breast, and the other onto her hip as though to help steady herself.
Simultaneously, they rocked their hips, earning for that friction. She pressed his cock against her leather pants and rubbed wantonly against him.
“Fuck, what are we doing?” Vegeta gasped, the delicious friction felt against his cock was about to send him deliriously over the edge.
“Want me to stop?”
“No, I want those pants off,” he tugged at them and shared a lustful gaze with her.
With an arched brow, she grinned at him.“This is certainly one way to make more of an acquaintance.”
They both shared a laugh as she meticulously raised her hips, undoing her zip. Vegeta supported her as she stood up and pulled them down. Vegeta could see the slight pain in her face. To soothe her, he planted tender kisses along her thighs while he helped slide her leg out of the restricted material. The smell of leather now interlaced with the perfume she was wearing and invaded his senses. His eyes roamed upwards, towards her white laced thong. Behind the diaphanous material, he could see the beautiful mound of blue curls. God, she was sensational.
He wanted more of her, he couldn’t wait any longer, he leaned in and tugged at her thong with his teeth. Her adorable giggle filled his ears, and he felt her help by tugging them down with her delicate digits. Once he had more access, he slipped his fingers along the labia before parting them and traced his tongue along her clit.
“Oh, Gods,” a gasp escaped her, she cradled the back of his head as he continued to tease the clit.
His face now buried into her sensitive pussy, he cradled his hands around her backside for support as he listened to her luscious moans; it enticed him to keep going. She pressed herself against him, hands pulled on the back of his head closer into her. She moaned out in bliss. With his tongue firmly against her sensitive clit, he slipped a finger inside her moist hole, teasing her further into another intense orgasm.
Her juices flowed and enticed him to slide another finger inside. Once he slid another so easily inside he felt her pussy clench around them. His cock twitched as he imagined the feeling of being buried deep inside. He felt her thighs quiver anticipating the next powerful orgasm that was about to flow through her, her hands smoothed the back of his head, as though rewarding him for his efforts.
“F-fuck!” her legs buckled as soon as another orgasm rippled through her.
Vegeta helped ease her down, her head rested on his shoulder as she caught her breath, he stroked her back and held her close while listening to her soft pants.
“Please,” her gentle voice reverberated in his ear, she nipped playfully on his earlobe as she whispered again, “please fuck me senseless.”
Vegeta’s eyes broadened at this, and he swallowed hard. His face felt ablaze as he heard her pleading and teased her swollen clit with the head of his cock. She grinds herself against him, arms wrapped around his neck. She beams, seeing even though he wants to go rough. He is weary of her minor injuries as he whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The bombshell wrinkled her nose at this, “I am not fragile.”
“Didn’t say you were, but you have sustained some injuries from those bas–”
She pressed her finger against his lips to shush him, “Shh, you dealt with them, and I’m sure you will deal with them again if they are ever brave enough to show their faces.”
She guided him inside her as they locked their lips once more, and they began to move in rhythm. The pleasure ebbed and flowed between their movements. Heavy breathing resounded in the barn, skin slapping against skin as they began to speed up. Vegeta groped her backside as he slammed her down to meet his thrusts.
Her juices dripped down his shaft, close to another climax she moaned out, “Yes, yes make me come!”
Pressure built up inside him. He was so close to his climax himself. They were mindlessly fucking now, her cunt squeezing his cock in each hard thrust, her breasts now pooled out of her top, not that either cared. Her hair stuck to her face as she tilted her head back and moaned. The natural light escaped through the wooden panels of the barn, and shone on her body. A thin sheen of perspiration gleamed down her perky breasts and around her erect nipples.
The thrusts became careless. Both riding closer towards their climax, Vegeta leaned in and began to lightly nip and suck on one of her nipples that evoked a resounding moan from the hot mess riding him.
“I’m getting close,” Vegeta admitted through a raspy breath, he squeezed her backside and buried his face between her breasts.
One of his hands slipped round and began to tease her clit. He wanted to be sure she came before he did.
“Oh God, Oh God–” her eyes rolled skyward, and she ground herself hungrily against him, “Yes, yes, right there, right there!” she quivered and moaned, parting her lips more for him to continue to circle her clit with his fingers.
Vegeta held her close as he pumped inside her fast, and deep as he felt her climax around him, squeezing his cock to milk him of his essence. His head fell back against the pillar once he felt his pleasure ripple through his core as he came deep inside her. He felt her body go slack against his, her heart beating as rapidly as his against his chest. They spent those blissful minutes in each other's embrace and catching their breaths.Vegeta helped pull up her pants afterward, and he smiled as she handed him his leather jacket.
A couple of hours went by inside the barn, they both laid side by side enjoying each other's company. They exchanged some words. Getting to know one another, Bulma learned that the Saiyan Devil wasn't as bad as he portrays, not that he’d have her openly admit that to anyone else. Once she felt well enough, Bulma sat up and hinted to head back to the bar.
Vegeta cleared his throat as he followed her towards their bikes,“Do not mention my softer side to —“
“Don’t worry tough guy,” Bulma interrupted with a playful wink, “your secret is safe with me,” She toyed with her throttle, and raised her hips slightly, “Race ya there!” She teased before she sped off in the distance, leaving a trail of dust behind her. Vegeta sat there on his bike with a widened grin and he began to race off towards her.
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“Hey bad man, been behaving I hope,” Bulma winked over at Vegeta while serving Nappa a pint beside him, her father drying a glass behind her could only shake his head and smile.
A month had passed since the race, the blue-haired bombshell and Saiyan devil both agreed on owning the bar equally. They grew more than acquaintances, and Vegeta ensured no one would harm his woman while she looked after the bar, he would keep the rival gangs at bay with his men.
“Ha, she still has you under her thumb,” Nappa said and nudged Vegeta in the ribs.
“Shut up,” Vegeta growled at him.
Bulma giggled and climbed over the bar, pulling his attention back on her, “So, I’m due a break in five, how about we meet round the back?”
“What’s in it for me?” Vegeta teased.
“You’ll see,” she winked and swayed her hips towards the backroom, a brief glimpse over her shoulder to ensure he was still watching her. She giggled as he rose from his stool and pursued, overlooking his men who were wolf whistling behind.
Just as they left the bar became lively again, fuelled with bikers, loud chortles, music, and smoke. While the Saiyan devil and his blue-haired bombshell made out on his Harley- Davidson behind the dragon's den bar.