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The Fall Of Vegeta And The Rise Of The Pamperess Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-04-03 22:06:05 +0000 UTC“The steak for milady on the right, and the shellfish for the milady on the left,” said the waiter as he placed Bulma’s and The Pamperess’ meals on the table before walking away.
“The service here is top notch don’t you think?” Bulma asked The Pamperess, cutting a piece of her shellfish and holding it up to The Pamperess’ mouth.
“Well, if you’re the one giving the service I wouldn’t mind coming here all the time,” The Pamperess said, slowly eating the food presented to her.
“You sly minx,” Bulma said, her face becoming flushed. The Pamperess would always find new ways of making her heart flutter and it wasn’t fair. Tonight was supposed to be Bulma’s turn to make her heart flutter, but it would seem that The Pamperess won this round again.
For the past few weeks Bulma and The Pamperess have been meeting up in secret to go out on dates. At first Bulma went on a date with The Pamperess in order to keep Vegeta in his regressed state, but after their first date she started to fall in love with her.
The Pamperess treated Bulma in ways that Vegeta never could both emotionally and sexually. She made Bulma feel in ways that she never thought she could. In fact it wasn’t far off to call what she felt for her love.
Also for each date that they shared together, The Pamperess would regress Vegeta just a tad bit more. It was always fun when Bulma would show her pictures of the adorable sissy baby prince. Thanks to her Vegeta was becoming more baby like and girly. It was hilarious that Vegeta still wore the dresses and diapers that Bulma provided him without even questioning it.
Unfortunately he was recovering his strength back bit by bit. It would seem thanks to his mental fortitude that he was unwilling to let go of his strength. It would take something shocking for him to lose it as well, but The Pamperess already had something planned for this. Though it would have to wait until she was done pampering her queen.
“You know if you would like could service you tonight,” The Pamperess, said slowly moving the tip of her fingers on top of Bulma’s breasts. “It’s been a few nights since we had some fun. How about I give you what you deserve?”
“Well if you insist,” Bulma said, as she started to feel her crotch start to twitch. The Pamperess always knew how to make her climax at the perfect moment. Perhaps she did deserve this tonight.
BZZZZZZ!
Bulma’s phone started to buzz, and when she looked at the caller id she saw that it was none other than Vegeta.
“Oh no,” Bulma said to herself before answering the call.
“Woman where da hewl are you!?” Vegeta yelled form the other side of the phone. His lisp was still affecting his speech, but he was still as loud as ever. It was enough for Bulma to have to turn the volume down on her phone.
“Vegeta, what’s wrong?” Bulma asked, trying to sound not annoyed that Vegeta just ruined a moment between her and The Pamperess once again. Whenever they were on a date together he would always find a way to interrupt them.
“Woman you said you be home an hour ago!” Vegeta yelled, sounding as if he was about to cry. “You said we go to bwed together!”
“I’m sorry honey, things at the office have gotten a bit hectic, I’ll be home as soon as I can,” Bulma said to him before ending the call.
Yet another date ruined by the spoiled little baby. Bulma wished that she could get a sitter for him, but she doubted that anyone would be able to control him. And if any of the other Z-warriors found out, Vegeta would die from embarrassment.
“I’m, sorry I have to go,” Bulma said, starting to get up, but The Pamperess stopped her.
“Don’t worry dear, if it’s putting the baby to bed, all I have to do is snap my fingers,” she said snapping her fingers. “He’ll be thinking about ponies and dresses while he sleeps, there’s no need for you to leave. Though if you want to get out of here and have some more fun than I would be most joyed if we did,” she said biting the base of her lips, imaging how she would strip Bulma down tonight.
“Well if you insist,” Bulma said, taking The Pamperess hand. It wasn’t long after that they made their way to The Pamperess’ place were they spent another steamy night together. And just like the many times before she didn’t return until late in the afternoon, as The Pamperess refused to let her out if the bed.
When Bulma returned home she was happy to see that Vegeta was fast asleep in their bed. It would seem that The Pamperess did tell her the truth. Though it would seem that little sissy Vegeta wet himself while he slept.
Bulma carefully picked him up and brought him to the changing table that she had brought in a few weeks ago. Thanks to The Pamperess, Vegeta was small enough for her to pick up with ease, and she was the one that made it easy for Bulma to get so much baby stuff and girly clothes for Vegeta.
To be honest it was as if Vegeta was their adorable little girl. If only that was the truth Bulma thought to herself. While raising Trunks and Bulla wasn’t exactly easy, she still managed to do it by herself since Vegeta wasn’t really around.
Having Vegeta in this state and with The Pamperess helping her like this actually made parenting kind of fun. Plus seeing Vegeta in this cute state was always fun. If he ever gets the chance to turn back to normal she would love tormenting him with the pictures that she’s secretly taken of him. Though part of her hoped that he would never go back to normal.
Once Bulma set Vegeta down on their bed, he woke up without warning. He looked at her with that cute pouty face of his before speaking.
“Woman, what are you dowing?” he asked confused by his current position.
“I was just changing your diaper,” Bulma said, unfortunately knowing what he would say next.
“How dawre you!” Vegeta yelled, his lisp still affecting his speech. “I am to prince of all Saiyans! I can change my own diappy!” he yelled, not noticing that he called his diaper a diappy. Bulma had to hold herself back from laughing at him.
“But you were sleeping honey,” Bulma said, hoping to calm Vegeta down a bit. “I did it so that the powerful prince wouldn’t have to waste him time with it.”
“Well if you say so then I will forgive you this time,” Vegeta said, getting distracted that his wife called him powerful. “Next tyme I shawl do it myselph. I am da prwnce. It would be a grwet dishoner for me wife to change my diappy.”
“If that is what my great prince wants than that is what my great prince will do,” Bulma said, glad that this time Vegeta didn’t start throwing a tantrum like he did last time.
“Now who wants breakfast or should I say lunch? You slept in till noon today, so you must be very hungry.”
“I want scrambled eggs!” Vegeta yelled as he jumped down from the bed and waddled his way over to the kitchen table where Bulma had to help him up. It didn’t take her long after that to make him his breakfast and placing it down in front of him. She gave him Bulla’s children fork and spoon so he wouldn’t hurt himself.
Vegeta started to eat the food before Bulma even sat down, but she wasn’t going to let him get away with being so rude. As she sat down she pulled the plate of food away from Vegeta and looked at him with a cold glare.
“Now Vegeta, what do you say when someone prepares food for you?” Bulma asked in a manner which sent chills down Veleta’s spin, causing him to wet himself a bit.
“Thwank you for da food,” Vegeta said, with a pouty expression across his face.
“That’s better,” Bulma said, before giving him his plate back. In his new form Vegeta was much easier to deal with at times like this. She was going to show him that being respectful to others could go a long way.
Once Vegeta got done with his food he jumped down from his seat and looked at Bulma with a serious gaze.
“Where haff you bwen?” Vegeta asked her with a lisp. He knew that she was doing something behind his back and he was going to find out what it was.
“What do you mean?” Bulma asked, hoping that Vegeta wasn’t smart enough to realize that she had being seeing The Pamperess behind his back.
“Youf bewn staying out wate at nwght and you bewn hiding things from me!” Vegeta yelled at her not able to control his emotions in his current form.
“Vegeta I swear I’m hiding nothing from you. Despite how you look and act you are still my husband. I would never lie to you.”
Of course she was going to lie to him. What kind of idiot would she be if she told him straight out that she was seeing The Pamperess behind his back?
“Fine I’ll believe you for now,” Vegeta said still suspicious of his wife. “Just make sure to come home on time from now on. It’s hard to fall asleep when you are not by my side.”
“I promise that I will do my best from now on,” Bulma said, relieved that he didn’t get too suspicious. “Well I do believe that it is time for me to go shopping,” Bulma said, trying to casually make her way out of the house.”
“If you’re going take me wiff you,” Vegeta said, finishing up his breakfast.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that,” Bulma said back to him. “If anyone sees you in your current state there is a chance that Goku will find out. Do you really want to deal with that?” Bulma knew that it was a dirty move to bring Goku in their conversation, but she promised to go out for coffee with The Pamperess after she finished taking care of Vegeta.
“Fine, but make sure to bie me proteen powder,” Vegeta said not happy that his own wife wouldn’t let him leave the house.
Once Bulma had left Vegeta started to get ready himself. He couldn’t rust Bulma after she lied directly to his face time and time again. He would find out what she was hiding from him no matter what.
Vegeta took off his pink footie pajamas and put on the frilly pink dress that Bulma left out for him, his diaper sticking out from under the petticoat skirt. The dress used to be Bulla’s but now it was the perfect size for Vegeta to wear, and thanks to the spell that The Pamperess placed on him, he didn’t even realize what he was doing.
He then put on a pair of pink boots and a fuzzy pink hat which covered his giant spikey hair. It was a bit cold outside and he knew that Bulma would scold him if he got a cold. Finally he went into their bedroom and took out a small digital camera and stiffed it into Bulla’s old bunny backpack, before putting it on.
From the outside Vegeta looked noting more than a cute little girl. Though in Vegeta’s mind he thought that he was in the perfect camouflage to spy on Bulma. The Pamperess truly did create one heck f a spell to trick the sissy little prince. In fact the spell wouldn’t work as well as it does if there wasn’t a piece of Vegeta that actually like dressing up like this. That can easily blamed on Vegeta mother, who had always wanted a girl, but that is a story for another time.
Vegeta made his way out of their home and started to follow Bulma. As he did he couldn’t help but feel as if he was being watched.
And his concerns were justified. As he walked down the street many people were practically entranced by the cute little girl walking past them. Luckily for Vegeta he lived in a safe neighborhood so there wasn’t any chance of him being kidnapped.
Vegeta did his best to follow Bulma throughout the day and he saw that she did exactly what she told him she was doing. She was buying some groceries and some cute clothes, which Vegeta didn’t know, but they were for him to wear.
Bulma had somewhat become obsessed with dressing Vegeta up like a girl. It not only looked cute, but it would thoroughly humiliate him if he ever regained his senses.
When he was about to head back home after determining that his worries were for not. He was stopped when he saw that an old lady was having a hard time crossing the road. During these past few weeks Bulma had done her best to teach Vegeta to be kind to others, since if he did than what happened with the Pamperess would never have happened.
“Old lady take my hand,” Vegeta said, holding out his hand as he walked up to the old lady.
“Oh my, what a kind girl you are,” the old lady said, taking Vegeta’s hand as he helped her cross the street.
Once they were on the other side Vegeta tried to let go of her hand, but she wouldn’t let go. She was insistent on having him stay there with her for a little longer.
“Such a nice little girl deserves a treat,” the old lady said, as she riffled through her purse and eventually pulled out a piece of hard candy and placed it in Vegeta’s hand.
“I don’t want this!” Vegeta yelled back at the old lady. While he didn’t try to sound rude, his voice was usually auto set to high.
“Oh, I see you must not like this flavor,” the old lady said, back to Vegeta, obviously not taking notice to Vegeta’s rude tone. She had several grandkids herself and knew that they could be loud and rude sometimes without even meaning it.
This actually shocked Vegeta. Never before in his life had anyone perceived his shouting as anything more than that. Vegeta actually felt kind of happy that she didn’t get mad at him for yelling at her.
“Here you go,” the old lady said, handing him a strawberry flavored hard candy, which odd are turned out to be Vegeta’s favorite flavor. “And don’t bother giving back the first one, share it with a friend. I’m sure that such a pretty young girl such as yourself has many to go around. Heck I thought that you were a princess when you walked up to me.”
“I’m not a girl,” Vegeta said softly. While he did want to correct the old lady, he felt that he should try his best to be more respectful towards her.
“Nonsense,” the old lady said, giving Vegeta a small pinch on the cheek and to his surprise he wasn’t made at her for touching him. “You might not think you’re cute because you so young, but you are most defiantly the prettiest little girl that I’ve ever seen. Don’t tell my granddaughter this, but your ten times cutes than her.”
“I am?” Vegeta asked back. Never before had he been happy to heart that he was cute. Was this old lady telling him the truth or was she just messing with him?
“Now I best be off,” the old lady said to Vegeta, who honestly was sad to see her go. “Oh before I do I have to make sure that you get back to your mommy and daddy. Where ae they?”
Not wanting to upset the old lady and make her worry, Vegeta pointed over to where Bulma was, who was still in her line of view shopping for me girly clothes for Vegeta to wear later on.
“Oh I apologize,” the old lady said, which made Vegeta a bit confused. “I didn’t know that you had two mommies. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. Now you run along and get back to them before they start to worry. I’m sure that they are proud to have a kind little girl like you as their daughter, so you best get to them.”
As the old lady walked away Vegeta looked back to the store that Bulma was in and to his horror saw that The Pamperess, the same woman that turned him into this was kissing his wife on the lips!
And to add more salt into the wound she put her hair up in a similar style to his own! Angry and brokenhearted Vegeta stormed his way across the street and made his way to the store. Though by the time he made it over there Bulma and The Pamperess had already left.
He quickly followed them and found that they were having coffee together at Vegeta’s favorite coffee shop. This woman was doing this to mock him even more and he knew it.
Not wanting to wait any longer Vegeta stormed his way towards them to catch them red handed, but he stopped the moment that he heard Bulma say his name, causing him to hide right behind the nearest bush, so that they couldn’t see him.
“Ugh, Vegeta can be so needy sometimes,” Bulma said to The Pamperess. “I’m trying my best to hide this from him, but he’s getting more suspicious by the day. Isn’t there anything that you can do to fix that?”
“Well there is one way,” The Pamperess said to Bulma. “Though I would have to be in front of him to do it and unfortunately his willpower is too strong. So long as he holds on top that Saiyan pride of his I can’t regress him anymore than I already have.”
Wait, Bulma was the one that convinced The Pamperess to do this to him? How could she does this to him. This revelation nearly broke Vegeta. Discovering that his own wife wanted him turned into a baby didn’t make sense to him.
He knew that he was rude and violent, but he made sure that she knew that he loved her. Why would she do this to him?
As the Pamperess and Bulma continued their date Vegeta made his way back home. Tears started to flow out of his eyes, but he knew that he had to remain strong. If he didn’t then he would break down and there would be no way for him to recover.
Once he made his way inside their own, he sat on their bed waiting for Bulma to return. Much to his dismay she didn’t return until later that night after the sun started to set. All he could think about was them doing the deed and how much they were laughing at him behind his back.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Bulma said, entering the bedroom. I met up with an old friend and I lost track of time. I’ll get dinner started soon.”
“You lied to me,” Vegeta said softly to Bulma.
“What did you say honey?” Bulma asked not hearing what he said the first time.
“You lied to me!” he yelled at her, tears flowing out of his eyes. “After everything we’ve been through! You cheated on me with the bitch that turned me into this!”
“So, you finally found out,” Bulma said back to him in a cold tone. “Yes I am cheating on you with the same woman that turned you into this! And you know what, I don’t care what you think!” Bulma didn’t care if Vegeta knew because The Pamperess already told her what to do.
“How dare-”
“No how dare you!” Bulma yelled, cutting Vegeta off before he could say anything else. “For years you’ve treated me like garbage! I’ve tried to deny it and look past your flaws but you’ll never change!”
“You’re emotionally distant from me and only ever talk about how great you are! I’m sick and tired of hearing that you’re the prince of all Saiyans! Hell you shouldn’t even be a prince because your damn father is dead! That mean that you’re no prince but a king! Yet for some reason you have to insist that you are a prince! What is the little baby to scared to take the title of king? Does the little baby want to be pampered like a prince or should I say princess?”
“What are you talking about?” Vegeta asked confused and shocked by his wife’s recent statements.
“Just look at what the hell you’re wearing! You’re wearing a frilly pink dress and a bunny backpack! I never forced you to wear that, yet here you are wearing it!”
“You know, you haven’t satisfied me in years. The Pamperess treats me like a queen and pleasure me in ways that you have never done to me before. Heck Yamcha was a better man than you!”
After hearing that Vegeta broke down in tears. In his current state his emotions were hard enough to control as it is, but after hearing that he was less than a man than Yamcha, by the woman he loved, Vegeta’s spirt and mental state were broken.
As Vegeta fell to the ground crying he began to regress and become more girly than before, filling his diaper in the process.
Bulma looked at her husband and sighed, picking up her phone. “It’s done,” Bulma said to The Pamperess who was on the other end of the phone. “You can move in as soon as you can.”
