Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Private Place ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, or any of the characters featured in the manga, movies, or anime.

Author's Note: Hey all, this is my first time writing a contest fic, so I don't know how it's going to turn out! I just hope you like it!!

A Private Place

"Bored, bored bored…what's a girl to do on a day like this?" Bulma muttered to herself, sipping on her pink lemonade as she surveyed the Capsule Corporation grounds from her bedroom window. Swiping a hand across her brow, she grumbled about the heat, setting her glass down to change out of her already scant shorts and tank top into something even skimpier. "I feel like I'm in an oven…" she groaned, "Or on the sun. Good Kami, this heat is awful!"

She kicked the discarded outfit across the floor, not in the mood to take the extra effort required to shove it down the laundry chute, and picked up her glass again, taking a long, deep swig of the tangy pink liquid. "Poor Vegeta must be dying in that ship." She sighed to herself, peering at the grounded capsule ship from between lacy curtains. "God, he must be sweating rivers." She giggled at the thought of the hot, sweaty Saiyan, training all by his lonesome, rock hard muscles flexed and straining under the pressure of the artificially enhanced gravity.

"Vegeta…" she whispered his name, very lightly to herself, rolling the syllables off her tongue in an imitation of the strange, almost guttural pronunciation that the Saiyan no Ouji himself used. It was the only word he pronounced strangely on a regular basis, but then again, she supposed that she was the one pronouncing it wrong. After all, it was his language. Usually, he was very good about imitating the proper inflection and sounds made by her Japanese words, but occasionally, he would slip up, piquing her curiosity as to what the Saiyan language actually sounded like. Sure, she heard the occasional alien curse slip from between his lips, but that was hardly indicative of what the language would actually sound like. And besides that, there was no way to be sure he was actually speaking his own native language. She doubted that he had spoken in Saiyan, or whatever they called it, to anyone except Nappa and Radditz, for a long time.

A loud mechanical hiss startled her out of her thoughts, and she looked quickly out the window, to see Capsule 3 opening up to the world. Vegeta stepped out, wearing only a pair of form fitting black shorts, and his favorite sneakers. He hadn't even bothered to put on any socks, and Bulma didn't want to be anywhere near those shoes when he took them off.

"Vegeta!" she stuck her head out of the window and called out to him. "Leave your shoes on the porch! I don't want you stinking up my house with your smelly foot-stink!" The Saiyan rolled his eyes and shrugged, continuing on toward the house, where he obediently left his shoes in the corner of the porch to air out. Truth be told, he didn't want to have to smell his shoes either. They were fine when they were on his feet, but without socks on, they had absorbed all the sweat, and would be good and rancid for a few days.

Once inside, Vegeta made his way straight toward the kitchen for a drink. He pulled out the nearest thing to the front, a 4 Litre milk jug, full to the brim, pulled off the cap, tipped it to his lips, and guzzled down the whole thing without stopping once. Next he reached for the pitcher of water, and drank that all down as well. Bulma, just entering the kitchen, beat him to the lemonade, pouring herself another glass before surrendering the pitcher and allowing him to gulp down the rest.

"You know, one of these days you're going to rupture your insides or something." She said, dryly, opening the freezer and grabbing herself a few ice cubes.

"Not very likely." He shrugged, taking the glass from her hands. She snatched it back before he could drink it all.

"No, no, this is mine. You just drank every drop of cool liquid in the house, so now if you're still thirsty, you get to stand by the tap and run it till it gets cold." Bulma snapped, turning on the cold water and swishing her hand under it to check the temperature. "It's warm." She laughed, "you're likely to be here for a while."

Vegeta snorted, moving behind her to grasp her hips with his hands. He pulled her backside against his pelvis, one hand snaking around her waist to hold her there while the other trailed up and down the side of her leg. "You can stay and keep me company then, ne?" He purred, nipping her earlobe with his teeth. She let out a shaky breath, feeling her insides turn into warm jelly, and leant back against him, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. He turned his head to the side, kissing the corner of her mouth, his free hand trailing up her body to cup one soft, round breast as the other snaked downward, between her legs. His palm cupped the slight mound through her shorts, putting pressure on the sensitive area. She sighed as she leant back into him, turning her head and opening her mouth to him, moaning quietly as his tongue touched her own.

"My, my! I can't leave you two alone for five seconds, can I?" The bubbly voice of Mrs. Briefs sounded from the doorway, startling the couple. Almost immediately, Bulma felt the heat of Vegeta's body disappear, leaving the muggy air to wash against her back.

"M…Mom!" she cried, turning around, face flushed, and nipples, much to her embarrassment, jutting outward. Casually crossing her arms, she tried to hide them, but the older woman only laughed, fanning her face with one waving hand.

"Oh, Bulma dear, there's no reason to be embarrassed!"

"Yes there is!" She squeaked, mortified that her mother had caught them fondling each other.

"Oh, don't be silly! I'm ecstatic to see you two finally get together!"

"We're not together!" Bulma cried, "Right Vegeta?…Vegeta?…That little bastard!" She growled, searching the room for the Saiyan Prince, who had crept away only moments before.

"Oh, so what are you two that makes it fit to be intimate in my kitchen then, hmm?"

"I…We…augh!" She growled, stomping away, pink lemonade in hand. The truth was that she had no idea herself, what the relationship with Vegeta was. They hadn't been 'just friends' for a while, but they weren't exactly a couple. They weren't exactly 'friends with benefits' either, unless you called the occasional kiss or grab 'benefits.' The sexual contact had all been on top of the clothes, and hell, that was the first time Vegeta had ever been so bold. It had always just been a fleeting kiss, an arm around the shoulder when they were alone together…Nothing heavier than that.

So what was that little scene in the kitchen about? Bulma wondered, moving out to the terrace to sit on the shaded porch swing. Does this mean he wants a more physical relationship? She pushed against the wooden patio with her foot, setting the swing in motion, and curled her legs up on the seat, nursing her lemonade. The thought of going to second base with Vegeta, maybe even further, made her all warm and fluttery inside and she squirmed, feeling a familiar heat building between her legs.

A door opened several meters away, and she turned her head to watch her father come of the lab he had built separate to the house, after several experiments-gone-bad. "Hoo boy, it sure is hot in there." He called, by way of explanation, mopping his forehead with an oily old rag, smudging his skin in the process. "Why, it's like a sauna down there. Much too hot to think properly; heat's making me dizzy."

"You should probably go have a cold drink of water or something." She offered, "Or maybe lay down for a bit."

"Hmm…a good idea, my girl! Too bad we don't have a pool. I could go for a nice, long swim right about now."

"Swimming?" His wife's voice floated out from behind the screen door. "Why, I can't believe I never thought of that! We can go to the beach! Oh, it'll be so much fun! I'll pack a nice picnic and we can make a day of it!"

"Why, that's a marvelous idea, Burajaa darling! Hope my old swim trunks still fit!" He shuffled off into the house, giving his giggling wife a peck on the cheek as he passed.

"Now, you go get Vegeta, and tell him about our plans!" she instructed her daughter. "And I'll go find those swim trunks I bought for him last year!" She tittered off down the hall before Bulma had a chance to respond.

"Well how the hell does she think I'm going to convince him to come?" Bulma grumbled, getting up from her seat nevertheless, and set off to find her not-quite-semi-boyfriend.

"What do you want?" Vegeta grumbled, splashing his face with a handful of cold water. She had found him in the bathroom, dousing himself with frigid water in an attempt to cool off.

"We're going to the beach, well, my parents and I, and well, we thought maybe you'd like to come with us."

"What does one do at this beach you speak of?" He narrowed his eyes at her, grabbing a towel and vigorously rubbing the moisture off of his face and out of his hair.

"We swim. You know, play around in the nice, cool water. It's fun. You should come." She pleaded, leaning against the doorframe.

"Why should I?"

She pouted momentarily, not wanting to say because I want to see your hot body all wet with swim trunks just plastered to that gorgeous ass of yours but not knowing how else to phrase it. "I'll be wearing a bikini." She said shyly, after a moment.

"How's that supposed to…" he raved, but stopped short, remembering what exactly a bikini was. "…Oh…" A wicked grin spread across his face. "And exactly how much fabric does this bikini of yours consist of?"

She grinned back as his hands found their way to her hips again, his fingers brushing ever so lightly against the fabric of her shorts. "Very little." She giggled, leaning toward him, very much enjoying the amorous mood he seemed to be in that day.

"Is that so?" he purred, leaning down toward her, and she nodded, tilting her head up.

"I found it!!" Mrs. Briefs called, streaking down the hall, a pair of black swimming trunks in her outstretched hand, waving like a banner above her. "Now you two go get your things ready! And don't forget to bring a change of clothes! I won't have you getting in the car sopping wet after we swim!"

"Don't worry mom," Bulma groaned, cursing her mother's awful timing. "We'll remember." She looked back up at Vegeta, who frowned in irritation, stepping past her to gather his things. Mrs. Briefs sure did know how to ruin a moment. He would have to think of some way to get Bulma and himself as far away as possible from the old bat. Hell, even if he took her off planet, into the deepest, darkest recesses of space, that bubbly woman would find some way to interrupt them.

Twenty minutes later, they were all piled into Bulma's cherry red convertible air-car, speeding down the highway at 120 kilometers per hour. The posted speed limit was only 100, but Bulma was never one to follow the rules. Besides, no policeman who valued his job would dare to pull the Briefs over. The doctor and his wife sat in the back seat, chatting mindlessly, and Bulma drove while Vegeta sat in the front, silently glaring at the road before them. He didn't much like travelling in these 'car' contraptions, but he was dying from the heat already, and using his ki to fly would have made it far worse. Besides that, he didn't know the way to the beach, and there were too many cherry red capsule cars on the road to tell the difference between them from the height that he would have had to fly at in order to avoid being seen.

"You're awfully silent." Bulma stated, turning her head to look at him before turning back to the road. "Hopefully you aren't this grouchy all day. Being at the beach with a grouch is no fun." His only reply was a snorted grunt. "You'll cheer up once we get in the water and cool off." And so will I, she thought to herself, the image of a dripping wet Vegeta, clothing plastered to his rock hard body, once again filling her mind.

"I think he's probably just hot." Mrs. Briefs put in from the back seat. "The heat makes a lot of people cranky!"

"I think Vegeta's just naturally cranky." Dr. Briefs muttered under his breath, forgetting about Vegeta's superior Saiyan hearing.

"I heard that." The prince ground out, meeting the older man's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Eh heh…oh, just a little joke. Nothing serious at all…" Bulma's father chuckled nervously, taking off his glasses and wiping the lenses on his shirt. Anything to avoid making eye contact with the grumpy Saiyan. He put his glasses back on and reached up with one arm to his shoulder, meaning to pet the black kitten that was his constant companion, before he realized that he had left the animal at home. Pets were not allowed on the beach, especially cats, who would see it as a gigantic litter-box.

"We're heeeere!" Bulma sang out, stepping on the brakes to bring the car to a jarring stop that threatened to throw everyone from their seats.

"Praise to whoever invented the seatbelt." She heard her father mutter, and shot him a glare as he clambered out of the air car. Grabbing all of their beach things, the family, and one irritable Saiyan houseguest, walked down to the beach, where they spread their towels on the hot, white sand. Mrs. Briefs tottered about, setting up a beach umbrella, two plastic lounge chairs, a small foldable table, and last, but not least, she popped a capsule fridge, containing enough lunch for the entire staff of Capsule Corporation. That meant it would be sufficient to feed her family and Vegeta both lunch and dinner, with a few extra things for snacks, depending on how hungry the Saiyan in question happened to be.

"Oh, I can't wait to get into that water." Bulma moaned, her eyes scanning the calm surface of the ocean, where children played as their mothers and fathers lay tanning or talking on the beach. The beach was very crowded, but she had expected that, what with the day being so oppressively hot and muggy. "Come on Vegeta, lose the shirt and we'll go for a dip." She ordered, pulling off her tank top to reveal the top of a red and blue Hawaiian print string bikini. Tossing the shirt onto the sand, she reached for her shorts next, kicking them off as well. Vegeta smirked to himself, pulling off his own shirt and dropping it next to Bulma's discarded clothing; she had not been lying when she said her bathing suit was tiny.

"Go on you two. We'll be along in a minute!" Mrs. Briefs tittered, and Vegeta did just that, knowing that if he stayed any longer, the flirtatious blonde would have a vice grip hold on his ass.

"Come on!" Bulma laughed, grabbing the Saiyan's wrist and leading him down toward the edge of the water, where they stopped, letting the gentle waves lap at their toes. "So, what do we do? Dive in right off the bat, or wade in to get used to it before we dunk?" She asked, nibbling on her thumbnail in contemplation. "It's a little chilly. Maybe we should just wade in."

Looking so intently out over the water, she did not see Vegeta's movement, and shrieked in surprise as he scooped her up in his powerful arms, cradling her close to his broad chest as he moved deeper into the water.

"Don't you dare, Vegeta!" Bulma shrieked, clinging to his neck as she saw the wicked grin spread over his features. "If you drop me, I swear I'll kill you!"

"Oh? And how, little human female, do you intend to do that?" He teased playfully, still moving outward. The water was up to his waist, the waves nipping at Bulma's bottom, and she shrieked again at the cold.

"Don't drop me Vegeta!" She pleaded, "At least let me get used to the cold water, please?" She let go of his neck, running her hands along his chest in a very enticing gesture, hoping to change his mind.

"Mmmm…Nope!" he cackled, releasing his hold on her. She fell with a screech into the water, plunging down to hit her behind on the sandy ocean floor before scrambling back up.

"You bastard!" she yelled, latching on to him in an attempt to push him under, one which he easily resisted. "The water is cold!!"

"I can tell." He murmured, pulling her body close against his, her pebbled nipples rubbing up against his bare chest. Bulma sighed softly as he leant down to nip her ear, moving to kiss at her neck.

"What'cha doin' mister?" A young voice questioned, and Vegeta opened his eyes to see a child staring up at him, his head barely above the water. Vegeta growled at the boy, who merely giggled and said "I like you. You're funny!"

Bulma turned, squeezing herself out of Vegeta's arms, and looked down at the boy. He looked back up at her, big brown eyes wide. "Where's your mommy?" She asked, thinking that the young child should definitely have some supervision.

"Over there!" He pointed to a gorgeous, petite young woman, currently surrounded by at least half a dozen men, all flexing and trying to gain her attention. "She told me to swim so she can talk to the nice men and find me a new daddy!" He turned again to Vegeta. "You should be my new daddy. I like you!"

"Sorry kid, but Vegeta here can't be your daddy." Bulma said, pushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear.

"Why not?"

"Because…well, to be your daddy, he'd have to marry your mommy. And he has…other…prospects." She said pointedly, wrapping on of her arms around Vegeta's trim waist.

"I hate you! Go away!" the boy shrieked, and kicked Bulma's shin beneath the water. She cried out in pain, letting go of her semi-not-quite-boyfriend to grab her aching shin.

"Why you little brat!" She lunged forward, and the boy shrieked, scrambling to get away from the irate woman.

"BULMA! What are you doing to that poor child?" A high voice questioned, and Bulma turned to see her mother, frowning in disapproval.

"He kicked me!" she whined, suddenly very embarrassed.

"Oh Bulma, boys will be boys."

"Yeah, and that little snake would make a great purse." She snorted, turning back to Vegeta, who was just surfacing a few meters away.

"Water's not that bad." He said, flicking his hand to splash her a little. "You're just whiny."

"I am not, you jerk!" She grumbled, splashing him back.

"Oh, look who's cranky now." Vegeta teased, moving toward the bikini clad Bulma.

"Oooh! They make such a cute couple, don't they?" Mrs. Briefs clapped her hands, drawing a nod from her husband, who had just made it down from the beach.

"Moooom! Stop saying things like that!" Her daughter cried, a splash of pink creeping across her cheeks. Vegeta scowled, but did not make a move to leave. The overzealous Briefs woman had interrupted him three times already that day, and he did not intend to spend the day away from the scantily clad Bulma just because of her silly mother.

"But it's true, Bulma dear! You two are adorable together!" The Saiyan scowled deeply at that, opening his mouth to spit out a scathing retort, but was stopped by a light tapping on his shoulder. He turned to see the same petit, pretty young woman the boy had pointed out as his mother.

"I'm awfully sorry to interrupt your conversation," she purred sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes, "but I just had to thank you for being so kind to my little boy. Things are so hard for him, you know, without a male influence in the home." She ruffled the child's flaming red hair, bending slightly to ensure the handsome man before her was granted a good view.

"I'll bet they are," Bulma replied, equally sweet. She was determined to be pleasant, not because she didn't want to be rude to the flirtatious woman though. In all truth, she would have loved to smack the sultry little grin off her face for even daring to flirt with Vegeta. Bulma was being nice, however, only to avoid being reprimanded by her mother again, in front of the Saiyan. She didn't want to lose face in the presence of the haughty prince. Seeing her belittled like that seemed to turn him off…unless, of course, the reprimand was in his defense. Then he enjoyed her indignant humiliation, as she was forced to apologize.

"Yes, it is." The woman favored Bulma with a quick, icy smile, as if she had just noticed the other female presence, and was not at all pleased by the discovery. Bulma grimaced, and Vegeta stifled a chuckle as he watched her struggle to keep her irritation in check.

"Oh, you poor boy!" Burajaa cooed, pinching his cheek. "Why, that's just terrible!" She put a hand on the young woman's arm, leading her up the beach as she prattled on in her particular way. "Why, you two must come up to our little set up over there and have some lunch! I absolutely insist!" She added, seeing resistance in the woman's eyes. They were several feet away by then, but Mrs. Briefs loud voice carried easily back to where Bulma, Vegeta, and Dr. Briefs were standing. "I'm Burajaa Briefs, by the way. What's your name?"

"Uh, Juliet…Juliet Davis."

"Oh, like in Romeo and Juliet? Oh, such a tragic story that was! Whoever wrote that movie should win the Nobel Prize! Why, I cried so hard at the end when that hunky Leonardo guy died! Why, if I weren't a married woman…" she trailed off, giggling again. "Speaking of married, come on sweetie!" she called to her husband, who shrugged, but obediently trailed up the beach after his wife. "Oh, and I forgot to ask, what's this adorable little patootie's name?" Burajaa asked, pinching the boy's cheek.

"Davy…Davy Davis." Juliet said, and she clapped with delight, tugging them up toward where all of their things were set up.

Less than a minute later, Mrs. Briefs came trotting down the beach, to where Bulma and Vegeta were still standing, dumbfounded at her ability to confuse and coerce people so easily.

"Mom?"

"I almost forgot about this," she said, digging in the pocket of her shorts. "Ahh, here it is! Now, you two be good kids, and don't do anything naughty where people can see you!" She instructed them, shoving a small square package into Vegeta's hand before scampering off again.

"Well, that certainly takes all the fun out of it, ne?" Vegeta chuckled huskily, stuffing the condom into the pocket of his swim trunks.

"I cannot believe she just DID that!" Bulma moaned, completely mortified by her mother's actions. "And you, mister exhibitionist, can just shut that mouth of yours."

"Ahh well, at least she took little Miss Davis and that brat with her." Vegeta smirked, his powerful arm encircling her tiny waist and pulling her against himself. "Now, I believe this is where we were before being so rudely interrupted," he purred, leaning down to nip her ear.

"Ahh…Vegeta…You heard my mother," she giggled, her warm breath washing over his neck. "Nothing naughty where people can see us."

"We'll just have to find someplace private then, won't we?" He smirked, his hold tightening as he began to levitate out of the water.

"No Vegeta! There are too many people around!" Bulma cautioned, trying to pull him back down out of the air. "The point here is to NOT draw attention to ourselves." Her eyes did a quick scan of the shore, and she grinned wickedly. "Come on," she grabbed his hand, lacing her delicate fingers with his as she began wading toward the beach. "We can take off from that little grove of trees over there, by the picnic area. It looks pretty thick, so we should be able to take off unnoticed if we go deep in enough."

"Oh, we'll go deep alright," she heard him mutter under his breath, and her insides turned to mush as she realized what exactly they were sneaking off to do.

Bulma was suddenly glad that Vegeta had dunked her in the frigid water earlier. That way, no one would question the hardened, stiff state of her nipples, or the sudden gush of liquid heat surging between her legs and dampening her bikini bottoms, as she was already wet and cold. Vegeta, however, was not so lucky; the soaking shorts, plastered to his body like a second skin, did scarcely little to conceal his throbbing erection…but then again, he didn't much care. Vegeta was not one to be easily embarrassed.

Bulma though, was slightly more conscious of the stares they were getting as they made their way up the beach. Some envious, some jealous, and some just plain amazed, everyone they passed looked twice, and her face was getting redder by the second.

"What's with you?" Vegeta grumbled as Bulma began to fidget, seeming slightly nervous to him. He was finally about to get her alone, and the thought that she might have changed her mind irritated him beyond belief.

"Aren't you even the slightest bit…embarrassed?" She asked, squeezing his hand, which was, surprisingly, still locked comfortably with her own. "I mean…walking around like…" she trailed off, blushing as her glance darted downward.

"What have I got to be embarrassed about? I've got a gorgeous woman clinging to my arm, and judging by the looks on the faces of every other man we've passed," he smirked wickedly, "the biggest penis on this beach.

"Kami, Vegeta, you have the biggest ego I've ever seen."

"Looks like I have a matching set then." He teased, speeding up his pace. They had reached the strip of grass between the sandy beach and the paved parking lot, and they were nearly at the small grove. A few people lounged about on blankets, in the shade of the trees, but for the most part, the concentration of people was down at the beach, and the pair slipped easily into the grove without being noticed.

"Okay, we should be deep in enough to take off without being noticed." Bulma murmured, stopping after a few minutes of walking. Without a second though, Vegeta had scooped her up in his arms and taken to the air, flying quickly, but not so fast as to leave a ki trail. People, he reasoned, would definitely notice a glowing stream of energy in the sky.

Bulma snuggled against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling into his embrace. The wind rushing past their flying bodies was making her chilly, as she was wet and wearing nothing more than her skimpiest bikini.

"Where should we go?" Vegeta asked, not really knowing the area at all, and not willing to waste the time it would take to find a nice spot himself.

"Umm…there were some nice little mini-beaches along the shoreline, over that way," she pointed with one hand, "past the parking lot." The Saiyan nodded and turned in flight, heading back over the parking lot, the condom falling unnoticed from his pocket in the process.

"So then, I said to Muriel, 'you just can't do that! It's against the rules Muriel!' and she said 'It's my deck of cards! I can play Go Fish however I want to!' and let me tell you, I was just so mad that I just put my cards down and said 'Well fiddlesticks to you.' And I walked right out of there!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed, gesturing wildly as she regaled Juliet and her son with tales of "Mean Muriel," a wife of one of the doctor's business associates.

"MmmHmm…And, where have your lovely daughter and her friend gone to? I thought they would be joining us." Juliet but in, just as Burajaa was opening her mouth to begin another story.

"Oh, Bulma and Vegeta? I expect they're off having sex. You know how it is, I imagine, what with you being so pretty and all. You must have men hanging right off you! Why, in my day, I had to beat them off with a stick, didn't I dear?"

"Oh yes, honey." Dr. Briefs muttered absentmindedly, around a chicken-salad sandwich. He hadn't been paying a lick of attention to the conversation, but had been busy working out calculations in his head for his latest invention; a robot that could clean his glasses for him, while making a sandwich and cleaning Kitty's litter-box all at once.

"Right here!" Bulma pointed to one of the small miniature beaches dotting the coastline. "This one is perfect. With that outcropping of rocks, nobody will be able to see us from a boat or anything. Yes, it's perfect." Vegeta shrugged and began his descent, slowing down as we went so they wouldn't plow right into the ground. His feet touched down on the warm sand, and he put his woman down onto her own feet so she could explore the small, isolated area. They had touched down three times already, but none of the other places had been to her liking.

"Well?"

"It's good! We can stay here." Bulma smiled, nodding her head at the surroundings. "So…do you want to….or do you want me to…ummm…" she muttered awkwardly, suddenly nervous. It felt a little strange, having actually sought out a good place to have sex in, and she wondered if maybe they had lost the spark a little during the long flight. The three other stops they had made without getting to it hadn't helped, she knew.

Wading out into the water, she splashed a little, conscious of Vegeta's presence on the shore, his raven eyes watching her every move. "Well, are you coming in, or what?" She asked, and he growled, following her into the icy cold water. His hands reached out, grabbing her by the waist, and he scooped her up, wading back toward the shore, fire in his eyes. "Vegeta…I…"

"Shh." He hissed, pressing his lips to hers as he dropped to his knees, laying her on the sand. Bulma stared up at him as their lips parted, and he straddled her tiny body between his muscled thighs, careful not to put all of his body weight on her delicate hips. His hands pushed into the sand on either side of her head, and he leant over, capturing her mouth again with his own, this time slipping his tongue between her lips. She moaned, opening her mouth to him as she wrapped her arms around his thick neck, pulling his body down to brush against her own.

Vegeta shifted, laying down and resting his body between her parted thighs as his mouth continued to ravage hers. One hand slipped down to run up and down along her side, while the other remained holding his weight so he wouldn't crush her. Her hands slipped up into his hair, tangling in the thick spikes as she held his head to hers, her tongue entwining with his as the passionate kiss continued.

"Vegeta…" she moaned, low in her throat, as they finally broke apart to breathe. His hands were lifting her up slightly off the ground, tugging insistently at the strings that held her top on. The wet material slid away from her skin, and he tossed it aside, into the sand. He caught up one pebbled nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud as his fingers plucked gently at the other, delighting as she squirmed and cooed his name in pleasure beneath him.

The water lapped gently at their legs and hips, and Bulma dug one foot into the wet sand as Vegeta's hot mouth slid across to her other breast, sucking and nipping at her flesh. She arched against him, pressing her pelvis against his, and wrapped one long, smooth leg around his waist, pulling him downward to meet her writhing body. Her hands trailed down along his muscled back and then around to his stomach, fluttering lightly there before tugging on the drawstring of his shorts. He lifted his hips from hers, allowing her to pull the wet clothing away.

Vegeta smirked, slipping out of his shorts and pulling her to him again, this time setting her on his lap, her thighs parted to straddle his hips. His erection pushed at the wet fabric of her bikini bottoms, the only thing separating their heated bodies from each other. Bulma moaned, pushing her hips down against him, grinding herself against his body. Vegeta sucked his breath in, letting out a hiss as shocks of pleasure ran through his body. His hands grasped her soft bottom, holding her down as she rubbed against him, her lips flying over his neck and shoulders in a flurry of heated kisses.

Pushing her back down onto the wet sand, Vegeta's fingers grasped the skimpy article of clothing separating them, and swiftly slipped it down over her legs, tossing it off in the same direction he had tossed her top. His mouth nipped a path downward and she gasped in anticipation, feeling his hot breath wash over the sensitive skin between her thighs. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, his hands lifted her bottom up off the sad, giving him easier access to her quivering womanhood.

Vegeta watched his trembling woman squeeze her eyes shut as his tongue touched her hot flesh, delving slowly through folds of velvet skin to find her clit, swollen and begging for attention. She gasped aloud as he touched it, her hips bucking upward. He slipped a finger into her moist entrance, gently probing her inner walls before inserting another. His tongue touched her again, and a soft whimper escaped her throat as he felt her muscles clamp around his fingers, begging for more. He began massaging her, inside and out, with his hand and mouth, slipping in a third finger as she drew closer to release.

Bulma was helpless to do anything but writhe and moan as Vegeta's agonizing ministrations coaxed her into climax. She bucked wildly against him, her hands clenching in the sand as a powerful wave of pleasure washed over her, spreading throughout her entire body. She could feel Vegeta's fingers and tongue, still at work, bringing her through the powerful orgasm, not stopping until every one of the pleasured shocks had worked it's way through her body.

Panting, Bulma lay limp in the sand, her head still spinning. His smirking face appeared in her line of sight and she moaned up at him, reaching out with one hand to run her fingers across his muscled chest. "Vegeta…God…if that's what I get with your hands…I'm almost afraid to see what you can do with the part you're supposed to stick in there." She laughed lightly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up to sit on his lap. "You know…" a soft whisper tickled his ear as she leant in closer, "I'm going to have to find some way to pay you back for that."

"Oh?" His breath hitched as her cool hands slid slowly down his body, caressing planes of rock hard muscle as they made their way toward his hips, down his thighs, and back up toward his manhood. She pushed herself backward a little, making more room between their bodies, and giving herself better access to the throbbing shaft.

"Mmm Hmm…I've definitely got to think of some way to show my gratitude." Her voice feigned innocence, but her wicked grin made him shiver, as her lips began to follow the path her fingers had taken only moments before. "Now, whatever could I do?" Bulma murmured, pressing light kisses down on his abdomen, ever so slowly moving lower as he lay back in the sand.

Vegeta hissed as her lips made contact with his manhood, ever so lightly brushing over the swollen tip. She watched, delighted, as his whole body tensed, muscles rippling and trembling with strain. Her tongue flicked out and she licked him, dragging the wet, pink flesh up the sensitive underside, to take the head between her lips, gently sucking as her tongue swirled around him. A groan escaped his lips, deep and gravelly, as she began to move her mouth on him, slowly bobbing her head to take him deep into her throat.

Vegeta shuddered and moaned in protest as she took her mouth from him before his release. "Now, now, there's still more to be done before you're allowed to go and get all soft on me," she teased, her eyes sparkling at his indignation.

The Saiyan growled, baring his teeth at the woman before him, as he pushed her off of him and onto the sand. He straddled her body between his heavy thighs, forcing her to lie on her back as he planted his hands on either side of her head. "I'll show you soft," he muttered, parting her legs with one knee, before settling his body down between them. He ground his hips against hers, sucking in his breath as he watched her head fall back onto the sand. Bulma moaned as she felt the tip of his manhood pushing at her entrance, and she lifted her hips to him in an offering he gladly accepted.

A hiss escaped Vegeta's lips as he eased himself in, her warm walls surrounding his flesh, squeezing him tightly as she wrapped her legs around him, pushing him deeper. He could not remember anything ever feeling better than the bliss of being inside of her. Bulma released a shaky sigh as she clung to his hard body, swooning at the pleasure of being joined with her Saiyan Prince. He was large within her, touching every part of her with his powerful thrusts, sending shivers and shocks of pleasure throughout her body.

"Vegeta…" she moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck as he buried his face into the crook of her shoulder. She could feel his breath against her skin, coming out in hot, heavy gasps as he moved within her, bringing them both closer to ecstasy with every thrust. "Ahhh…" Vegeta could feel her begin to tighten around him and he quickened his pace, thrusting faster and harder into her.

Bulma cried out suddenly, her entire body arching as a wave of white-hot pleasure seared through her body, playing ever nerve until she was tingling all over. She clung tightly to the Saiyan, her hips grinding against his as he exploded within her, a loud groan rumbling up from his throat. Shivers ran throughout his body as he rolled on to his back, pulling her to lay on top of him, not yet willing to sever their intimate contact. It was silent, aside from the sound of their heavy breath cutting through the air, both of them panting.

"We forgot to use our condom…" Bulma said after a moment, feeling Vegeta shrug beneath her.

"I think I lost it anyway." He replied, one hand slipping into his pocket. "It must have fallen out when we were flying."

"Hn." Bulma mumbled, resting her head on Vegeta's chest, relishing the warmth she felt in his arms. She would have time to worry about birth control later.

Back at the beach, Bulma's parents were just saying goodbye to Juliet and Davy, who had just finished packing up their car, a sleek black convertible. "We'll have to see each other again some time! Why, today was just so much fun!" Mrs. Briefs bubbled, completely missing the look of panic on Juliet's face.

"Umm, yeah, we will…But I have to go now. Right away." She jumped into her car, starting the engine with a turn of the key, and backed out of her parking space, nearly hitting the absentminded Dr. Briefs in the process.

"What a nice young woman." Burajaa smiled at her husband, after the car was out of her range of sight. "But not right for Vegeta at all. Nope. But our Bulma, she's positively perfect for him."

Davy was bored, sitting in the back of his mother's car, until he spied a small package on the floor. Maybe it was candy! Reaching down, he picked up the small plastic packet, examining it with curious eyes. "Mommy, what does 'ribbed for her pleasure' mean?"

"When did it get dark?" Bulma mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Did I fall asleep?" She looked around, noting the sunset with a smile. A gust of wind blew up from the water, and she shivered, goose bumps prickling at her naked skin. "We should probably head home soon. I wonder if my parents left already."

"There's no way I'm going to sit in that car and listen to your mother prattle on about how cute a couple we make." Vegeta groused, frowning up at her. "We can fly."

"In our bathing suits?" Bulma asked, skeptically.

"Or naked, if you prefer." He smirked, his hands trailing down her back to cup her bottom. "That way, when we get home, we won't have to waste more time undressing."

"I think we'd better dress. Knowing my mother, she'll conveniently be cleaning up where ever we happen to land," she laughed, "and she's bad enough when you're dressed. I can't imagine what would happen if she saw you naked. I think her head might explode."

"In that case, we're going naked."

"We are not!!" Bulma slapped him playfully on the chest. She stood up and gathered her bathing suit, shaking all the sand from it, and tossing Vegeta's shorts to him. "We've been here so long, our bathing suits are completely dry." She laughed, pulling on her bikini bottoms before fumbling with her top.

The ground rushed away from her feet just as soon as she finished tying the strings, and she shrieked in surprise, wrapping her arms tightly around Vegeta's neck as he sped up, cutting through the air with a bright burst of ki. His arms tightened around her as she buried her face into his neck, and had she been looking, she would have seen the corner of his mouth lift up the tiniest little bit, in a genuine Saiyan smile.