Chapter 2: Tension Builds
Negi looks at the two of woman as he ships starts to fly off into space .
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The air in the arena was thick with tension, the scent of ozone and sweat still lingering like a ghost of the battle that had just unfolded. The crowd had long since scattered, their screams and cheers fading into the distance as they fled the wreckage. Only a few brave—or foolish—souls remained, huddled in the shadows, their eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold.
Negi’s golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he stood between Bulma and Chi-Chi, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the cracked marble floor. The blue-haired woman crossed her arms, her sharp gaze locked onto him with a mix of defiance and curiosity.
**"So,"** she said, her voice smooth and calculating, **"you really think you can just waltz in here, knock out the strongest fighter on Earth, and expect us to just… follow you?"**
Negi’s smirk didn’t waver. **"I don’t *expect* anything. I *know*."**
The black-haired woman—Chi-Chi—let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. **"Oh, you *know*, do you? **"Let me tell you something, Saiyan.
We don’t follow orders. Especially not from some arrogant space brute who thinks he can just—"**
**"Chi-Chi, enough."** Bulma cut her off, her voice calm but firm. She stepped forward, her blue eyes locked onto Negi’s with a cool, assessing gaze. **"He won. Fair and square. And if he’s offering us a way off this planet—well, that’s not exactly a bad thing."**
Negi’s golden eyes flickered with something unreadable—amusement, perhaps, or something sharper. **"Smart woman,"** he rumbled, his voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate through the air.
**"You understand the reality of power better than most."**
Chi-Chi scoffed, crossing her arms. You think flattery is going to make us forget you just knocked out Goku like he was nothing?"**
**"Because to me he was, I did choose you because you two are powerful woman, and Saiyan's lover powerful mates"** Negi says with a smirk.
Bulma's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Saiyan mates, but she quickly regained her composure. **"Oh, so now we're just... what? Your harem?"** Her tone was sharp, teasing, but there was a flicker of something else in her gaze—curiosity, perhaps, or something deeper. **"Yeah, right. Like we'd just—"**
**"Wait,"** Bulma interrupted, holding up a hand. She studied Negi for a long moment, her blue eyes sharp and calculating. **"You're serious, aren't you?"**
Negi's smirk deepened. **"I don't joke about power. Or mates."** Negi's voice was low, rough, the kind of tone that didn't leave room for argument. His golden eyes flicked between them, assessing, possessive. **"Saiyan warriors take what they want. And I want you."**
Chi-Chi let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. **"Oh, you *want* us? That's rich."** She crossed her arms, her ponytail whipping behind her like a battle flag. **"You think just because you're strong, you get to claim people like property?"**
Negi's smirk didn't falter. **"No. I think because I'm strong, I get to *choose* my mates"** he says dropping his pants and showing off his massive cock .
Bulma's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at the sheer size of him. **"Oh my—"** she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chi-Chi's cheeks flushed, her eyes darting between Negi's face and what he had just revealed. **"You—you can't just—"** she sputtered, her usual sharp tongue failing her for once.
Negi's smirk deepened, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched their reactions. **"I can,"** he rumbled, his voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate through the air.
**"And I did."**
Bulma’s breath hitched, her blue eyes locked onto him with a mix of shock and something far more dangerous—curiosity. She had seen her fair share of powerful men, but none like this. None who carried themselves with such raw, unapologetic dominance.
Chi-Chi, on the other hand, was less impressed. Her dark eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening as she crossed her arms. **"You think flashing that around is going to make us just… give in? **"You’re delusional."**
Negi’s smirk didn’t falter, Negi says as he moved closer as he places his hands on the back of their heads.
**"I don’t need you to give in. I need you to understand."** His fingers tangled in their hair, pulling them both closer, his golden eyes burning with intensity. **"Saiyans don’t ask. We take."**
Bulma’s breath hitched, her pulse fluttering under his touch. She should have been furious—should have shoved him away, called him a brute, a monster. But the way his fingers curled into her hair, possessive and demanding, sent a shiver down her spine. She met his gaze, her blue eyes flashing with defiance. **"And what if we don’t *want* to be taken?"**
Negi’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.
He pushes down to the ground as he look down at them.
**"I think you know what I want"** he says looking down at them with a smirk as he looks at Bulma and Chi-Chi.
**"And I think you want it too."** His voice was a low growl, his golden eyes burning into theirs with an intensity that made the air between them feel electric.
Bulma’s breath caught in her throat. She should have been angry—should have pushed him away, should have told him exactly where he could shove his arrogance. But the way his fingers tangled in her hair, the way his gaze held hers, sent a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with fear.
Bulma was the first to move she takes his balls into her mouth .
Chi-Chi’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as she watched Bulma’s lips part, her tongue darting out to trace the thick vein pulsing along Negi’s shaft. The Saiyan’s golden eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring as he let out a low, approving growl. **"Good girl,"** he rumbled, his fingers tightening in her hair just enough to guide her deeper.
Chi-Chi’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she stepped closer, her dark eyes locked onto the way Bulma’s lips stretched around him.
The blue-haired woman’s tongue swirled, teasing, and Negi’s breath hitched, his muscles tensing beneath her touch. Chi-Chi’s fingers twitched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought the urge to reach out.
**"You’re just going to let her do all the work?"** Negi’s voice was rough, laced with amusement and something darker—something that made Chi-Chi’s pulse quicken. His golden eyes flicked to hers, challenging. **"Or are you going to prove you’re as strong as I think you are?"**
Chi-Chi’s jaw tightened. **"I’m not some prize to be won,"** she snapped, but her voice lacked its usual bite.
The sight of Bulma’s lips wrapped around Negi’s length was doing things to her—things she refused to acknowledge. The way his fingers tangled in her hair, the way his golden eyes burned with raw hunger—it was intoxicating.
Negi’s smirk deepened. **"Then prove it."** His voice was a low growl, a challenge wrapped in silk. **"Show me you’re not just talk."**
Chi-Chi’s breath hitched. She should have walked away. She *should* have. But the way his gaze held hers, the way his muscles tensed under Bulma’s touch—it was like a magnet, pulling her in.
Chi-Chi gets below Bulma as she starts to suck on his balls .
Negi’s breath hitched as her tongue swirled around him, her lips sealing tight. His fingers tightened in Bulma’s hair, guiding her deeper, his golden eyes burning with satisfaction. **"That’s it,"** he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. **"Just like that."**
The air between them was electric, charged with something primal, something raw. Bulma’s blue eyes flicked up to meet his, and the hunger she saw there sent a shiver down her spine. She had never been with a man like this—one who took what he wanted without apology, who demanded everything and gave nothing in return.
And yet, as his fingers tightened in her hair, as his golden eyes burned into hers, she found herself wanting more.
Chi-Chi’s tongue swirled around his balls, her lips sealing tight as she sucked gently, her dark eyes locked onto his. The Saiyan’s breath hitched, his muscles tensing beneath her touch."**
The air between them was electric, charged with something primal, something raw.
Bulma’s blue eyes flicked up to meet Negi’s, and the hunger she saw there sent a shiver down her spine. She had never been with a man like this—one who took what he wanted without apology, who demanded everything and gave nothing in return. And yet, as his fingers tightened in her hair, as his golden eyes burned into hers, she found herself wanting more. His fingers tangled in both their hair now, guiding them in unison, his golden eyes blazing with satisfaction.
**"Mmm... that's it,"** he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. **"Show me how strong you really are."**
Bulma’s lips stretched around him, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles as she took him deeper. The taste of him was intoxicating—musky, powerful, like the scent of a storm after a battle. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. Chi-Chi’s breath was warm against her cheek as she worked below, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin of his balls with practiced precision.
Negi’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in their hair just enough to send a thrill down their spines.
The way they worked together—Bulma’s lips stretched around his cock, Chi-Chi’s tongue swirling against his balls—was intoxicating. He could feel the heat of their mouths, the way their breath mingled against his skin, and it sent a pulse of raw pleasure through him.
**"Good girls,"** he rumbled, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the air. His golden eyes burned with satisfaction as he watched them, their lips glistening, their cheeks flushed. **"But I want more."**
His grip on their hair tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to guide them—Bulma deeper, Chi-Chi’s tongue pressing harder against him.
He pull back and looked down at Chi-Chi a and Bulma with a smirk.
**"You two are impressive. But I want to see how much you can take."**
The Saiyan warrior's golden eyes burned with a mix of amusement and raw hunger as he stepped back, his massive form casting a shadow over them. The arena around them was in ruins, the cracked marble floor littered with debris from the battle. The air still hummed with residual energy, the scent of ozone and sweat thick in the atmosphere.
Bulma wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her blue eyes never leaving Negi's. **"You think you can handle both of us?"** she challenged, her voice smooth and confident despite the flush on her cheeks.
She stood slowly, brushing dust from her knees with deliberate slowness, her blue eyes locked onto his with a defiance that matched his own arrogance. "You talk big for someone who just got his cock worshipped by two women who could have crushed you if they wanted to."**
Negi’s smirk deepened, his golden eyes flashing with dark amusement. **"Oh?"** He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles flexing beneath his Saiyan skin. **"You think you could have stopped me?"**
Chi-Chi let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh as she pushed herself up from the ground, her ponytail swaying behind her.
He grabbed her ponytail and pushed here into the wall of his ship as he pulled her panties down shoving his cock into her pussy.