The Princess Punishment | Vegeta x Caulifla

Cold metal circulates both her wrists, the chains rattling as she plays with them, swaying her arms back and forth. Sometimes, would the chains hit the bedpost. Her legs were chained as well, though it wasn't easy to move them. Forcing a groan out of her mouth, she tosses her head back on the pillow, cool in temperature. She could squirm, perhaps turn into mush at how she anticipated what the prince would do to her. She never expected this to happen, let alone for his words to actually be serious.

"Keep this up princess and I will be forced to punish you . . . so better stay put."

His words were now a mere memory of tonight's dinner, and how she sat perfectly prim at the dinner table, her choosing of dressing seemed to upset him once she had descended the stairs. The red dress that barely reached her knees, and tight on just the right places. This seemed to not only catch the eyes of Vegeta, her soon to be husband, but also Goku, her appointed knight. The golden glow of the dining hall only brightened up her appearance even more, like a goddess that everyone would bow down to.

Everybody swung their heads towards her direction, gawking eyes never removing themselves from her body. Even the King of all Saiyans had his eyes on her, promptly facing his queen as he murmured. "Why don't you wear that kind of dress during dinner? It certainly would please the king." He whispers into her ear, so close to nibbling her ear for seduction purposes.

Her phantom purple eyes glared at him, not amused with his sensual remark, though she was glad he didn't announce that out loud.

"Wow . . . Caulifla looks hot . . ." Tarble comments quietly, though unfortunately for him, his older brother sat across from him, hearing his every single word.

"Why don't you shut your trap Tarble and quit eyeballing my girl." The prince growled through clench teeth, a menacing glare parading on his face, Tarble knew he shouldn't make eye contact with his brother, but instead sulked in his seat.

Out of all her dresses she could've picked...she went with that one!

Vegeta could practically throw her down the table and raise that little red dress up her back and give her a good spanking session. Having her underneath him and gripping the table's cover, squealing—oh the thought was enough to give the prince sexual thrills.

His legs wobbled a bit at his own dirty ideas, but he kept his cool and watched the princess approach her seat, right where he wanted her—next to him.

"That's a nice choice of dressing." The king remarks, giving Caulifla a meaningful smile.

"I certainly agree, you look lovely, bold and daring." The queen remarks, firmly grasping King Vegeta's tail and giving it a forceful tug, causing him to tense up in pain. "Reminds me of my rebellious ways as a princess as well."

The king's dehydration for oxygen was noted as he awaited for his wife to let go of his tail, paralyzation surrounding the insides of his body. Not even with his beloved queen Fasha could he have his tail at vulnerability.

"Yea, Caulifla. I agree with the king. You look amazing!" Goku beamed with a big smile, his eyes certainly were keen on her dress as well, and judging by the golden glint in his eyes, Goku was currently lusting for the princess.

And. Vegeta. Didn't. Like. It. One. Bit.

"Thank you Goku." Caulifla replies softly, feeling bold herself in this dress, not being something she'd wear as casual clothing.

"No problem, Caulifla."

But the prince had all the problem with it.

Simultaneously, he wanted everyone to storm out the dining hall, though that wasn't happening. So instead, he made sure he leaned towards Caulifla's ear, tutting simple words that would soon make themselves known.

"What a very bold fashion statement Caulifla. Perhaps too bold, you've even got my father's panties in a twist, but you're not going to sleep unscathed, Princess."

Caulifla shivers as she felt his left hand wrap around her right leg, giving it a squeeze before raising up to attempt to grasp a handful of her behind, but the tight fabric simply wasn't letting him.

She decided not to remember the rest of the dinner, since all the reasons piled up for Vegeta wanting to punish her in the first place. So here she was, strapped down the bed in her scarlet (nicknamed Bold) dress, awaiting for the prince to return.

"Mmmm." Chills ran down her spine as Caulifla's eyes look around various directions of the room, no thanks to the curtains of the canopy bed. She couldn't make out where Vegeta was.

"You know, I would've loved it if you wore that dress after dinner."

Caulifla flinches at his words, squirming enough to get the shackles dancing, hearing Vegeta's infamous cackle in response.

"Don't bother trying to free yourself princess, they're doing their justice." Her ears try their hardest to make out what direction he stood at, predaciously waiting, and what he was to do to her.

"Tch- it's just a dress. It's no big deal!" Caulifla boldly declares with a frustrated expression etched on her face.

"Just a dress you say, Caulifla?"

She swallows the lump in her throat.

He never called her by her name unless he was serious—and ooh boy was she in for it.

"No, Princess. It wasn't just a dress. You even got my old man undressing you with his eyes."

Ew.

"You even got that idiot Kakarot eyeing you like a hungry wolf. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was starving for you in bed."

Caulifla bent her elbows, raising herself up, but the chains only pulled her back down the bed. Despite the bed being a soft cushiony feel, she still felt very uncomfortable.

He chuckles, peeling the transparent red curtains back, her eyes forcing them to look at him. His eyebrows narrowed but that facial expression that donned him was a wicked devious one. To top it all off, he was smirking menacingly.

Sauntering his way towards her, she looked so irresistible all chained up and down the bed, only able to squirm in limited directions.

"What kind of sick joke is this?!" Caulifla groans, looking dead ahead at the plotting prince.

"It's not a sick joke, it's your punishment." Vegeta declares, lowering his face down to her dress, raising the fabric up to her stomach, just enough to reveal her black panties. So far, she hadn't melted away at him, therefore, Vegeta needed to amp up his game.

"Hngh, you're so stubborn- there was nothing wrong with this dress!" She bit back, though, she didn't believe she would draw so much attention wearing it.

Vegeta scowls. How dare she try and justify her choice in dressing attire? Placing both hands underneath her back, he lifts her up and flips her over, pinning her down her stomach as she gasps, wincing once she feels his hand slap away at her behind.

"What did you say?" He challenges her, pushing down her underwear all the way down to her knees.

"I said. There was. Nothing wrong with this dress." Caulifla had to bite back the newborn pain throbbing on her butt. Barely considered an ass slap, but Vegeta put enough force to make her feel the pain.

He smacks her behind again, this time, with much more force, and louder than the first as she bites down her lip to avoid a grunt.

"Mmm, perhaps you may think that. But by the end of your punishment, you will no longer think that." Vegeta whispers into her ear with a husk, as she tries her best not to shiver, yanking at the chains again. "Vegeta, you fucking perv! Take these chains off of me!" She hoped that if she tugged hard enough, the chains would break away and release her of being grounded.

The prince ignores her demands as he raises his hands up to her chest, placing both hands on her breast, trailing his fingers underneath the dress, feeling no bra, and now he felt his blood boiling. If she wasn't careful, they would've popped out of her dress, and would have Kakarot loved the view. "No bra." Vegeta states as a matter of factly, yanking the top of the dress down below her breasts, Caulifla grips the bed sheets underneath her, in attempt to anticipate everything to come after.

Vegeta lifts her up from her penguin position as he flips her over again, eyeing her breasts with a mischievous grin, leaning his head down as his tongue trailed on her glowing skin.

After this, your skin will certainly be glowing with me.

Caulifla bit her lip as she watched the prince lick down her neck, in front of her chest, as he moves his head to the left, and no doubt, she knew he was going to suck away at her breast. Vegeta always knew the small things that made her moan, and this was one of them. Sucking at her breast, her body began to move on its own, levitating up and down alongside her heaving breath, and if it wasn't for these chains, she probably would've pushed his head down between her legs.

"Fuck, Vegeta! Eat me!" She instructs as if she was the queen, and now, she wondered, if Fasha was like this with the king? It didn't matter now, she had Vegeta right here and right now.

When he didn't budge, she lifts her knee up to give a hard nudge up his stomach. Grunting in pain, Vegeta pauses in his actions, raising himself up. "Your impatience has got to be the worst thing about you. And who told you that you could give me orders, Princess? You may be my bride to be but I'm not listening to you!" True to his words, Vegeta went down to her thighs, avoiding what laid between her legs, and as he raises her leg up to lick at her inner thigh, she moaned in frustration. He was so close, yet so far. The closer he licked, the more excited she'd become, and she was throbbing with desire.

"Vegeta..." she whined, the prince places both his hands on the back of her dress in near lumps now, as he felt a dangling object, causing him to growl. There was a zipper this entire time, he could've saved himself some time, but they had all night now, and tomorrow was his free day.

Quickly swiping the dress off her figure he threw that horrible thing down the ground, having his princess naked just for him.

Grabbing her wobbling legs, he threw them over his shoulders, leaning his face towards her center, deliciously licking around her core, and once Caulifla threw her head back in pleasure with a victorious smile, she knew she won.

His tongue ravished every inch of her, his fingers tempted to indulge in her folds, but his tongue wanted to taste her longer, and pushing its way in her entrance was the best to get the most of her. The chains' rattling amongst each other were louder than her moans of pleasure, but once he allowed his tongue to keep a pattern inside, Caulifla moans, this was one of the best things Vegeta did to her, and she felt her juices slide down out of pure excitement.

Before she could even reach climax, or attempt to do so, Vegeta pulls back, grinning down at her as Caulifla mewls in dismay, looking up at the prince and frowning. "W-Why'd you s-stop? I was gonna cum!" She screeches, as Vegeta licks lips. "It's your punishment. I'm simply not going to let you cum. No matter how much you want it." Vegeta leans down to her legs, seeing that in truth to her complaints, she didn't achieve climax.

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

Frustration flows through Caulifla's blood as Vegeta unbuttoned his royal blue coat, tearing away at the rest of his clothes soon after. Caulifla couldn't keep her eyes away, mostly because she loved to eye his perfect muscles, and every inch of him. Most the times, she would be on top of him, and she would get the greatest view, but now, as it seemed, she wouldn't—since she was 'punished'.

Holding his member in his hand, Vegeta grins at her, moving towards the bed again and kneeling down, watching her eye his erection with pleading eyes. "I bet you want to have this, you want it so bad Caulifla."

"Shut up Vegeta!" Caulifla trembles, her knees buckle, as Vegeta grins, unlocking the chains to her feet and placing her on her knees. "Mmm, your ass is practically begging to be fucked." Vegeta whispers into her back, as he straddles her on his knee, numbly, the princess began to grind, Vegeta gripping her hips and halting her.

"No, no, no! You don't get to do anything." Vegeta grins, keeping her leveled on him, constricted enough as he spread his legs, rubbing his boner up her back as she shivers, feeling its heat on her, and how badly she wanted it now.

"Fuck me...fuck me..." she chants, as Vegeta raises her body up, facing her forward, away from viewing him. "Mmm, sure. Whatever you say princess." He aims the tip at her entrance, straddling her back on him, though he just saw her back and hair instead of her front, he always had a thing for her ass.

Quivering at his tip rubbing around her entrance, she trembles, cursing at him to put it in.

Pushing his member inside, she moans out in a breathy pleasure, Vegeta placing a hand on her ass, giving a nice long squeeze as his erection indulges in her insides. Tempting to pick up the pace and fuck her faster, he held back—no matter how torturous it was.

Practically squirming in his grasp, Caulifla bounces herself up and down, feeling his member slide in and out as she whimpers, tugging at the chains she nearly forgotten were bounded to her wrists.

"No, you don't-!" Vegeta rasped out, slamming her back down on him and wrapping a strong arm around her waist. "Fuck- babe! It's so hard to torture you- when I want to fuck you mercilessly."

"Oh Vegeta!" Her legs were so ready to give out, and it didn't help she wanted to be fucked faster, Vegeta picked up the pace finally, freeing her of her chains, pinning her down the bed. Lifting her legs up so she was on all fours, he kept his legs evenly spread around hers, shoving himself in and out, the warmth of her insides making him groan out in pleasure.

Gripping the bed sheets, Caulifla felt a repetitive round of spankings come down her behind as she bit down her lips, all of them filling her up with pleasure. Screaming out Vegeta's name, she was nearing climax. Finally, on the verge, she was so close, Vegeta seeing this, as she slowly arches up.

And then he pulls out before she could achieve it...

Growls of frustration erupt out of her mouth as she glares at Vegeta, who grins, eyeing his princess underneath him with a massive pout. "Look here, Caulifla. I'm fully satisfied." Vegeta eyes himself down below, and turns to look at Caulifla, bare and angry.

Chuckling he lays down next to her, pulling her close as he feels himself drifting off.

"It's the princess' punishment after all."