This choice: Vegeta Gives in and Rubs Those Smelly Feet! • Go Back...Chapter #7Vegeta Gives in and Rubs Those Smelly Feet! by: CountDugula   Vegeta mumbled something to himself about his gloves being ruined after being in there for so long before walking up to the first foot and setting his hands on it, cringing as sweat poured out upon his touch and the smell returned. “Damn it, woman! I would’ve figured with all that stuff about feminine appearance that you would take the time to clean yourself.” He shouts as he pinches his nose.
“That’s no way for a man to talk to his wife!” Bulma responds in outrage as she flicks his head with her toe. “I’ve been busy getting that shrink ray ready to go this past couple weeks.”
“Time well spent.” Vegeta says to himself, not wanting to make her more mad as he stands back up and continues to rub.
“Maybe if you were a better husband, this wouldn’t be a problem.” Bulma huffs.
“Wha...why...how is this my fault?!” Vegeta questions, regretting it immediately as he takes another lungful of rotten foot air.
“When was the last time you offered to shower with me, or bathe, or any similar romantic gesture?” Bulma points out. “I would’ve dropped everything to join you, but no, too busy training.” She huffs. “Guess I better add that to the list of things we’re doing together with you like this. Now, keep going!”
Vegeta’s cheeks turned red. “W-well...we’ve had a lot of stuff going on lately!” Vegeta defended as he kept rubbing.
“Oh really? So you’re saying training with Whis and Beerus is more important than me?!” Bulma snaps.
“N-no! Bulma you know that’s not true!” Vegeta cried out. Bulma sighed, enjoying the rub but still frustrated with the Saiyan prince. “I just wish we spent more time together...you could be more affectionate to me!” Bulma pouted.
“F-fine...I’m just not...used to this human affection...thing. Did you forget I’m from a warrior race who had to focus on survival and planet scouring most of the time?” Vegeta huffed.
Bulma frowned, “Never took you as one to make excuses like that…”
“I’m not making excuses!” Vegeta yelled impatiently. “F-fine you want us to spend time together? I’ll take this as a challenge then! I’ll make Kakarot look like a deadbeat!” Vegeta yelled out and began really pushing his hands into her thick soles.
Bulma blushed a bit, moaning slightly at her husband’s touch soothing the aches away from her tired soles. “That’s the spirit…oooh…”
Vegeta smirked a bit at his wife’s reaction to his work as it finally got her off his back a bit. But now this was his challenge to own up to. He swore he would make her happy, and he was damn sure going to follow through as he began to put his back into his work. He also began taking mental notes of what he should keep in mind of once he finally grew back.
One such note was to try and find ways to make sure she cleans her feet. Challenge or no, Vegeta’s nose was still crinkled at the putrid odor coming from his wife’s feet, burning his lungs a bit. If he was going to be doing this both tiny and normal sized, he would need to talk her into getting them cleaned first. But regardless, he didn’t let that stop him from giving his all to rub them.
“Mmmm, so gooood.” Bulma coos. “Now part of me is even more angry you haven’t been doing this sooner. Your hands are magic.”
Vegeta felt a mix of pride and fear at that part. Pride that she was enjoying this so well, but fear at the mention of her still being partly mad. “Hmph, I told you I’d surpass Kakarot as a husband, and I intend to follow through.” He boasts.
“Trust me, just you rubbing my feet is going to be enough to make Chi Chi jealous.” Bulma assures. “But let’s not talk about Goku right now, okay? This is just about you and me. Now, you have my permission to fly higher to reach the higher spots on my feet.”
Vegeta paled at those words. From his time ‘beneath’ her he’d noted that further up her sole was where the stench worsened. However, the prince wasn’t one to do things half-assed...so he reluctantly hovered off the ground and began to move up her arch.
Bulma threw her head back and moaned louder than before. “Mmmm, that’s the spot riiight there.”
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