Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A New Year, A New Love ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters you see in the show, manga, or movies. Please don't sue me cause I'm not making any money off of this story.

Author's note: Okay! Don't worry, I'm not abandoning Uncertain Future. I'm just putting it on hold for the moment, but don't worry, I'll continue to put out new chapters each week. I just wanna let you guys know that this story has nothing to do with The Perfect Gift. It's a totally new story and a whole new B/V get together idea. I'd also like to dedicate this little fic to two people. First, to Marau-chan who gave me the idea to do a series of holiday fics about Bulma and Vegeta. Second, I'd like to dedicate this to Vegetababe who has been my friend, my supporter, and my ever helpful beta girl since the beginning! You guys rock!

A New Year, A New Love

"Wow! Can you believe it'll be a whole new year in just a couple of hours?" Bulma wondered.

"Of course I can! It's a crazy new millennium and anything can happen * hic *" Chichi cried, her voice slurred because of the enormous amount of alcohol she had consumed.

It was New Year's Eve and the whole gang was gathered at Goku and Chichi's house for a party. It was almost 11 o'clock and everyone was drunk, save Goku and Vegeta. Being Saiyan, their bodies could handle larger amounts of alcohol without becoming intoxicated. Goku was a little tipsy, but Vegeta was still as sharp as a knife, having only had a couple of drinks.

"Oh!" Chichi cried out. "I should be quiet! Everyone be quiet or we'll wake little Gohan!" she jumped up and tried to hush everyone.

"Don't worry Chi, he's not here, remember?" Goku tried to calm his drunken wife, pulling her back down on to the couch beside him. Bulma's parents had volunteered to watch Gohan for the night because they weren't doing any partying this year.

"Oh yeah!" Chichi giggled, wrapping her arms around Goku, who grimaced at the foul stench of her breath. Vegeta snickered as his third class rival tried unsuccessfully to pry his mate off.

"What'cha laughing at V'geta?" Bulma slurred, plopping down beside the older Saiyan. "You know, you're kinda cute when you smile." she purred, her hands moving to stroke up and down his chest. "D'you think I'm pretty?" she asked, trying to kiss him, despite his obvious efforts to get away.

"Whaddya think yer doin'?" Yamcha cried, seeing Bulma cuddled up to the prince.

"I'm cuddlin' with V'geta here! Go away!" she yelled, crawling over Vegeta so that she was sitting on his lap. "I'd much rather have him than you!"

"So I cheated on ya a couple a times! So what?" Yamcha took a swig of his beer.

"You cheated on me?!?" Bulma asked. "He cheated on me!" she turned to Vegeta, tears streaming down her face. Burying her face into Vegeta's neck, she began crying. "Mmm! You smell good." she purred, forgetting all about Yamcha, who had wandered off and was now hitting on Chichi's new coat rack. "Mmm! Kiss me Vegeta! I love you!" she cried, moving to press her lips against his but missing and hitting the couch instead.

"Hey! It's time for the countdown!" Chichi cried out. Bulma pulled herself away from the poor Saiyan and began counting down numbers along with the rest of the gang.

"10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3… 2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Everyone cried, hugging and kissing each other.

"Oh Vegeta! Happy New Year!" Bulma cried, pressing her lips against his once more. Somehow, she managed to slip her tongue into his mouth and was moaning and groaning aloud. Vegeta however, after recovering from the shock, was trying to pry the little Chikyuu female off of him.

"Damnit Woman! You are so drunk! Come on, we're going home." he growled, picking her up and heading for the door.

"Hey! Where do ya think you're going with my Bulma?!?!" Yamcha stepped into Vegeta's path, having completely forgotten about his coat rack friend. Vegeta merely rolled his eyes and pushed the drunken human aside, sending him stumbling into a bookshelf.

"Well hello there. I haven't seen you around here before." Yamcha whispered seductively, his hand running along the side of the large wooden shelf. "What's say you and I go out for coffee some time?"

Vegeta chuckled softly. Although he hated the human man with a passion, he was sometimes good for a laugh or two. Maybe he would get splinters on his tongue or something. Still holding the intoxicated Bulma in his arms, he launched into the night sky. Bulma snuggled into his chest, trying to get warm, soon nodding off into dreamland. He looked down at her, noting to himself how pretty she looked in her sleep. Her face was flushed slightly from the alcohol, and her hair was a little messy, but still, she managed to look absolutely beautiful.

Touching down silently on CC's front lawn, he looked at his cargo again and couldn't help smiling. She was curled up deep into his chest, her forehead resting on his shoulder. Vegeta couldn't stop thinking about how nice it felt to have her in his arms, how terribly RIGHT it felt. "Get a hold of yourself Vegeta." he sighed. "She's a female, and it's just been a long time since you've had a woman in your bed. That's all these feelings are, nothing more." Frowning, he pushed open the front door with his foot and walked inside and up the stairs towards Bulma's room.

Pushing aside the covers, Vegeta put the little woman down in her bed. Looking at her dress, he wondered whether he should wake her up so she could change. Nah, she'll be fine he thought to himself, the dress looked comfy enough. Just as he was turning to leave, he heard a tiny voice from behind him.

"Vegeta?" It was Bulma. He turned to face her and she smiled at him. "Vegeta…I…" Just then, she yanked the blankets off and launched herself at the Saiyan no Ouji. "Vegeta!" she squealed, glomping onto him. "Make love to me Vegeta!" Her hands moved to wrap around his thick neck and she pressed her lips roughly against him. Stunned, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, pulling her closer. "I want you. I need you to do it Vegeta!" she mumbled against his mouth.

The heavy scent of alcohol brought him back to reality. Kami! What am I doing? She's drunk off her ass! I can't take advantage of her when she's like this! Ohhh! What is she doing? That feels so good! NO! Vegeta stop it! You can NOT take advantage of a drunken woman! It's practically rape! Vegeta pushed the little female roughly off of himself and stumbled towards the door. He HAD to get out of there before he lost control.

"Vegeta! Where are you going?" Bulma cried. "Please Vegeta! I want it! I need you do be with me tonight! Please! Vegeta get your ass back here and make love to me!" she yelled. Vegeta turned around and grabbed her, pinning her arms to her sides.

"You are way beyond drunk Woman." he growled, picking her up. "You need to go to bed and get some sleep. You're already going to have the grand-daddy of all hangovers tomorrow and there's no need to make it worse." Bulma was wiggling and struggling, trying to get out of his grasp and kiss him at the same time. "QUIT WIGGLING!" Vegeta yelled. "If you don't stop, I might have to hurt you and I don't want to do that!" he growled.

"Please Vegeta!" she whimpered. "Just be with me for one night! I just want one night Vegeta! You don't have to even be nice to me after! We'll just do it and pretend it never happened if you want, no one has to know but us! Please Vegeta! Just once! Please!"

"Go to sleep Woman." he growled quietly. He lay her on the bed and moved to cover her up, but just as he was about to grab a blanket, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, covering it with her own and squeezing it so that his hand would squeeze her breast. Vegeta gasped quietly, caught like a deer in headlights. Kami! I want to! I want to so bad it hurts! She's so drunk that she might not even remember and it's been so long since I…but she trusts me. I can't do that to her, it just wouldn't be right. Sighing, he pulled his hand away and shook his head. "Go to sleep Woman." Quickly, he grabbed the blanket and tucked her in so tight she couldn't move.

"Damnit Vegeta! I know you want to! Come back here! Don't go, don't leave me!" she yelled at him, struggling to be free of the blankets. Vegeta only turned his back to her and left the room. Eventually, Bulma stopped struggling and let herself flop tiredly back onto the pillows, falling asleep within a matter of minutes.

THE NEXT DAY…

Bulma stumbled down the stairs holding her head. "Man, do I ever have a headache! Kami! It feels like an elephant stepped on me!" She arrived in the kitchen to find Vegeta sitting at the table, calmly sipping a cup of coffee and eating a bagel with cream cheese on it.

"Morning Bulma dear!" Mrs. Briefs chirped. "Want some coffee honey? I bet you're pretty hung over after last night!" she laughed. Bulma looked confused. "Oh come on! It's not like I've never been drunk!" she laughed, setting down a plate of toast and a mug of coffee in front of her daughter. "Well, I'm going to go now, I've got a load of chores to do. Ta ta you two!"

Bulma stared blankly at her breakfast, unaware that the strap of her dress was falling down her shoulder and exposing some creamy pale cleavage to the Saiyan no Ouji. "Ahem…" Vegeta cleared his throat and Bulma looked up at him. He pointed to her shoulder and she looked over to see that the strap of her dress had fallen down almost to her elbow. Luckily for her though, the top was tight enough so that nothing major had been exposed.

"Oops." she blushed and fixed the strap. Wait a minute here. Why am I still in this dress? "Damnit Vegeta! How could you let me sleep in this?" she screamed, jumping out of her chair and nearly spilling her coffee. "This was an expensive dress and it's probably ruined you baka!"

"Well, seeing as you were to drunk to stand, you couldn't do it yourself, and I figured you might not appreciate it if I changed you myself!" he yelled at her, but then calmed his voice to a low, throaty tone and put on his most devious smirk. "Even though, you were BEGGING me to undress you last night." he chuckled as Bulma's face went blank, and then flushed a hot red as she remembered what had happened.

"Oh Kami…" she murmured, bringing her hand to her cheek. "I…I…I have to go take a shower now." she sputtered, then bolted up the stairs towards the bathroom. Vegeta snickered and finished his breakfast.

Under the hot spray of water, Bulma took time to collect her thoughts. Oh Kami! I was begging him to…to…Oh Kami, how could I do such a thing? Wait though Bulma, you were drunk and nothing happened, so everything's okay. Everything will be fine because nothing happened. So you kissed an alien Prince and threw yourself at him and begged him to make love to you. So what? It doesn't mean anything because you were drunk and nothing happened, nothing at all. SO WHY AM I STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS??? Kami! What if Yamcha finds out? Wait a minute…Her thoughts traveled back to last night at the party. Yamcha's been cheating on me? Oh Kami! That bastard is going to get a piece of my mind! All thoughts of Vegeta were forgotten for the moment, while thoughts of how to break up with Yamcha entered the turmoil of her mind.

* Ring Ring * Vegeta picked up the phone, grumbling about stupid human contraptions. "Moshi moshi?" he was just about to start training for the day, and he didn't want to have to deal with the stupid phone. It was his least favorite human appliance, so damn confusing with all those buttons and numbers.

"Is Bulma there?" It was Yamcha.

"She's busy." Vegeta growled, slamming the phone down. That ought to bother the pathetic little man. Vegeta distinctly remembered Yamcha saying he had cheated on Bulma, and for some reason, he did not like that. It's not because it's that particular woman. He told himself. It's because I don't like the idea of 'cheating' plain and simple. That's all it is. Vegeta grabbed his towel off of the back of a chair and hung I around his neck, walking out the door towards the gravity chamber.

"Who was that?" Bulma wondered, coming into the kitchen just in time to see Vegeta's exit. Unconsciously, she found herself admiring his body. He wasn't wearing a shirt, he rarely did when training, so his torso was exposed to her. A large, broad chest set on a trim waist, with a rippling stomach in between. It sent shivers up Bulma's spine. The tight shorts he wore did little to actually hide anything. The stretchy material only molded to his natural shape so every muscle was still visible. Mom's right, that man has one fine ass…but then again, he's also the biggest ass I know.

* Ring Ring * Bulma picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi?"

"Bulma!" it was Yamcha. "Vegeta said you were busy and I wanna know what you were doing!"

"Geez Yamcha! I was in the shower! And before you ask, NO Vegeta was not there too!" Lately, Yamcha had developed the annoying habit of thinking she was sleeping with Vegeta.

"Well, the way you were acting last night, I wouldn't be surprised if you woke up next to him!"

"I was drunk you bastard!" Bulma yelled, her face flushing again at the memory. "And at least I wasn't hitting on Chichi's furniture!" There was no reply on the other end of the line, so Bulma continued. "And I seem to remember you telling me that you had CHEATED on me! How dare you! We're through!" She slammed down the phone and slumped down at the kitchen table.

"I can't believe I just did that." she moaned. "Maybe I was too hard on him, after all, he was drunk too. Maybe he didn't know what he was saying. I didn't exactly give him a chance to explain." She sighed, debating whether to call him back and apologize or not when a loud boom sounded from the backyard. "What the HELL was that?!?!?" Bulma screamed, running out the back door, still in her robe. "Vegeta better not have broken the gravity…Oh my Kami…" she trailed off as she saw what had caused the disruptive sound.

There was nothing but a pile of steaming rubble where the gravity chamber once stood, and Vegeta was no where in sight. "Vegeta?" she called, carefully picking her way through the debris. "Vegeta? Where the hell are you?" Her head whipped around as she heard a soft moan coming from nearby. "Oh my Kami! Vegeta!" she cried, running over to him, paying no attention to the tiny cuts the sharp debris was leaving on her bare feet. "Vegeta! Are you okay?" she asked as she frantically pushed lumps of metal off of the Saiyan no Ouji. He was in bad shape. "Vegeta, hang on okay?" she sobbed, kneeling down beside him. Gently, she shifted his battered body so that she was supporting his neck, cradling his head on her lap.

By now, security workers and other staff had come out to investigate the problem, after hearing the large explosion. "Someone call an ambulance! Quick!" she called out to the curious onlookers.

"Leave me alone woman! I'm fine!" Vegeta growled, trying to sit up.

"Damnit Vegeta! Lay down! You could be seriously hurt and I'm not taking any chances okay." Bulma pushed him back down.

"I said I'm FINE! If you'll just move your arms I'll be able to get up and ohhh…" he groaned as his world faded into black nothingness.

The ambulance arrived soon after, and they loaded Vegeta in. At the hospital, a thorough examination was done, and it was concluded that he would be just fine. The doctor instructed Bulma to take Vegeta home and ensure that he stays in bed and rests for at least two weeks, she was then given some medication for some minor burns he had sustained and sent home.

"Ughh! Help me Goku! He's much heavier than he looks!" Bulma shouted at Goku, who had come to help get Vegeta set up in his new room. Bulma had decided to move all of his stuff into the room next to her own so that she could check up on him easily.

"Sorry Bulma…Why don't you go upstairs and ready his bed. I'll carry him up myself." Goku suggested, shifting the unconscious Saiyan in his arms. Bulma nodded slightly, and headed up the stairs. She turned back the covers on the bed so that Goku could put Vegeta in, and then stood back so that her friend had enough room.

"Thanks a lot Goku. I don't think anyone else could have managed to carry him up here." Bulma smiled. "Mom's making lunch if you want some, and I have to give Vegeta this needle so you might want to leave." Goku nodded quickly, and was gone down the stairs in a blur of light. Bulma laughed, trying to decide if it was the possibility of food or the sight of a needle that made him move so quickly. "Well Vegeta, there's enough tranquilizer in here to kill an elephant, so I'm guessing it should put you to sleep for a couple of days at the most." she sighed, piercing his skin with the sharp point. "Now you get some rest." she said to the unconscious form. "And don't you worry cause I'll be coming in to check on you soon." she smiled, and reached out a hand to smooth his covers before leaving the room.

Vegeta slept for three days, waking up only for food and the occasional trip to the lavatory. During his waking moments, he was subject to immense pain as a result of his injuries. These hours were usually spent with Bulma by his side, doing her best to comfort him, but he knew he was doing his share of the comforting as well. He had learned that on the morning of his accident, Bulma had broken up with Yamucha, and she was still touchy about the whole mess. She would often crawl into the squishy bed beside the Saiyan and curl up beside him while he watched TV or slept.

About one week after Vegeta's accident, Bulma woke up in the middle of the night, hearing a distressed moan coming from Vegeta's room. She jumped out of bed and threw on her robe, jumping into her slippers as she ran. "Vegeta?" she murmured, pushing open his door. "Vegeta? Are you okay?" she stepped further into the room, coming to a stop beside his bed.

In the dim moonlight, she could see that the Saiyan no Ouji was still asleep, and apparently having a bad dream. As she reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, she felt strong hands grab her arm and suddenly she was yanked onto the bed and pinned under the heavy bulk of the Saiyan. He growled at her and bent down so his nose was centimeters away from her own. His eyes were slightly hazy and he looked somewhat disoriented.

"Vegeta!" she whimpered. "You're hurting me." Vegeta looked confused, and the haze in his eyes faded slowly away. She felt his grip loosen, and he moved to alleviate the pressure of his body on her small frame.

"B…Bulma? I…G…Gomen, gomen nasai." he murmured, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. "I didn't realize it was you." He rolled off of her and to the side, laying his head back down on the pillow with a soft sigh.

"Vegeta, is everything all right?" Bulma asked, cuddling up to his chest. She reached down and pulled the heavy blanket over both of them.

"Hai. I'm fine." he murmured, draping an arm lazily over her small form. "Everything's okay now." he moved a little closer, pulling her against him in a gentle embrace. Bulma suppressed the urge to giggle, she knew that if Vegeta weren't under the influence of heavy medication, he would never ever be caught acting like this.

She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes as Vegeta's hand began tracing little patterns on her back, up and down her spine. Vegeta's head had moved to rest on her shoulder, at the base of her neck, and she could feel the smooth skin of his cheek against her, but then he shifted, and she felt smooth warm lips. Her eyes snapped open in surprise, yet she did not resist as Vegeta became bolder. His hand had moved to her side and now his hand would occasionally brush against the firm mound of her breast, sending shivers throughout her body. His lips had begun moving as well, following a trail up her neck and across her jawbone, until they met her own.

His kisses were gentle and light at first, but soon became more urgent as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth to explore. He went slowly, wanting to give her a chance to run if she desired to do so. Eventually though, Bulma grew tired of his slow pace and decided to take matters into her own hands, literally. Her fingertips trailed lightly over his bare chest and stomach, coming to rest at his waist. Gathering her courage, she slipped one hand lower down to rest upon the large bulge that had formed, the other hand moving around to his back.

Vegeta smirked as he felt her palm against his hardness. "Last chance to run Woman." he whispered, leaning his mouth down to her ear. She kissed him in response, moving her hand in a gentle pushing rhythm against him. Feeling confident that she wanted this, Vegeta began to kiss her again, this time more passionately. Bulma could feel her heat growing, so she removed her hand from his manhood and trailed it up to rest on his shoulder. She wrapped one long, smooth leg around his waist, pushing herself up against him in a gentle rhythm as Vegeta pushed himself down to meet her.

Vegeta stopped only long enough to remove first her clothing then his own. He lay back down in the bed, his whole body aching for her touch. Bulma gasped as she felt his naked body next to her own, she could almost feel the raw power emanating from his very soul, and yet he was being so tender with her, so incredibly gentle. "Vegeta…" she sighed contentedly, smiling up at him. It was then that she noticed his breathing was slightly irregular, and she remembered the extent of his injuries. "Vegeta…Maybe we shouldn't…" her voice trailed off as a strange expression blanketed his chiseled features, it looked almost if she had…hurt him somehow. "I…" she flushed. "You might hurt yourself, and I don't want to cause you any pain…" Vegeta seemed relieved at her concerns, and he bent his neck down so that his head was once again next to her delicate ear.

"There's no need to worry about that…This will be anything but painful once I get going." he chuckled softly.

"Vegeta!" she protested weakly as he began to nibble on her ear. "You might overexert yourself! You'll have to spend another week in bed!"

"That doesn't sound all that bad to me…" He began to position himself over her, making it clear that he did not care if he caused further injury to himself. Just as he was about to enter, he stopped and spoke once more. "I want you to understand something before I do this."

"Nani?" Bulma asked, becoming anxious with the constant delays.

"If we do this woman, I can guarantee that you will never ever be touched by another except myself."

"Vegeta?"

"I want you to understand that this by no means a one night stand Bulma, and I warn you that I can be a very jealous man." he growled softly. Bulma smiled, he had called her by her real name and not even realized it.

"I don't want any other man Vegeta." she smiled and kissed him, arousing a deep hunger inside of the Saiyan.

"Then you are mine." he whispered, simultaneously thrusting into her willing entrance and embedding his large canines deeply into her shoulder. Bulma cried out at the sudden onslaught of pleasure and wrapped her legs tightly around Vegeta's middle. Her arms shot up around his neck as he moved gently in and out of her, his thrusts gradually becoming harder and faster as he felt her nearing her climax.

Crying out his name, Bulma dug her exquisitely manicured fingernails into his back, leaving bloody crescent shapes where she managed to break the skin. Never had she felt a pleasure so intense, and yet Vegeta continued to grind into her, seemingly unaffected by her explosion. Three more climaxes came and went for Bulma before Vegeta finally allowed himself release. Pounding into her one last time, he exploded deep within her with a savage cry of pleasure.

Panting, he rolled off of her and pulled her tiny frame into his arms. Both were damp with sweat but extremely satisfied as they drifted off to sleep, lying peacefully in each other's arms. Vegeta kissed his new mate one last time, then willingly surrendered himself to the bliss of a good night's sleep.

The End

Well, I hope you all liked it. I thought it was pretty good, even if it was late. *giggle* Anyways, don't forget to review! Bye for now! Happy Belated New Year Everyone!