Bulma and Goku, both panting heavily in Vegeta's grip, looked up in suspicion at the grin on Vegeta's face. They were going to get clean alright, but probably in a way that neither were going to like very much. Vegeta lifted them over his head, tilted his head back, opened his mouth and dropped the pair in. Bulma screamed as she fell onto the gigantic slippery muscle. Goku landed next to the tongue between tongue and teeth. It was hot and gusts of hot air constantly rose from the throat and blasted over the pair. Vegeta closed his mouth enjoying the taste of his former rival, his wife, and his own sweet cum. He lolled his tongue around coating Bulma in completely in his saliva. She tried to grab onto something but it was all smooth surfaces. She was flipped over, sideways, backwards, all manner of ways as Vegeta played with her via his tongue. Bulma, despite herself, was starting to get a little hot from this. Vegeta's tongue seemed a creature seperate from the main body. It slithered along the length of her body, pressed into her nether regions, probing apart her tiny vaginal walls as best it could before slipping over her tight butt.

Goku was having a less sensual time, getting beat over the head with the tongue everytime it flopped around. The last of his ki had been burned out helping Bulma please Vegeta so he couldn't fly up away from the slopping digit. He tried a few times to climb ontop of it at least, but failed in this too.

Eventually Vegeta spit them out into his hand. Bulma was panting from the sexual exertion, her hair pasted down with saliva and her own sweat. She was incredibly aroused but hadn't had the chance to cum herself. Goku was just glad to be out. Vegeta laughed at their disheveled state, enjoying it immensely.