Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Be My Valentine ❯ Be My Valentine ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters featured in the show, movies, manga, etc. I'm not making any money off of this story so please don't sue me.

Author's note: Hey everybody!!! Ok, before I get to the story, I'd just like to say a couple of things. This is a romance fanfic about Valentines Day, so there is bound to be some OOC-ness. Please don't flame me about it, I really did try to stay in character, but as many other authors know, it's really not easy. Well, ENJOY!!!

*Special Thanks to Vegetababe and Bulma Peacecraft for Beta-ing!*

Also, another thanks goes to Marau-chan and again to Vegetababe for giving me the idea to do a holidays series!

Be My Valentine

Bulma sat alone in her room crying. There was less than two weeks left until Valentine's Day, thirteen days to be exact if one were to count the rest of the day. It was midmorning, around 10:30 and she had just gotten back from Yamcha's apartment.

Bulma had gone over, planning to surprise her boyfriend with breakfast in bed. Opening the door with her own key, she crept quietly inside and headed towards the kitchen, where she began to make pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream; Yamcha's favorite. After she finished cooking, she set the table and decided it was time to wake up her boyfriend. Bulma ducked quickly into the bathroom to check her hair and makeup, then walked into Yamcha's room, completely unprepared for the shock that awaited her.

There was Yamcha, the love of her life, curled contentedly around a young brunette. Both were completely naked and barely covered by the white cotton sheets. Bulma cried out as she felt her knees go weak, and she grasped at the doorframe for support.

Yamcha stirred in his slumber and cracked open one eye to the light shining through the venetian blinds on his window. "B…Bulma!" he gasped in surprise, causing the woman beside him to wake up as well.

Bulma was too stunned to cry, too horrified to even yell. "I made you breakfast." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hope you like it…It's your favorite." With that, she turned and walked numbly out of the apartment.

The drive home was a total blur. She vaguely remembered climbing into the sporty red capsule convertible and driving off, but it had felt more like a dream than reality. Try as she might, she couldn't recall the slightest detail. When she reached her home, she dragged herself out of the car and trudged into the house, not even bothering to encapsulate the vehicle.

As if in a trance, she walked past her mother, completely ignoring the bubbly hello. On the way to her room, she bumped into Vegeta, who was just emerging from the shower, but she kept walking along like nothing had happened.

"Watch where you're going Onna!" he growled. When Bulma did not respond, he called after her again. "Onna! Are you even listening to me?" Again, she did not respond. "Feh…" Vegeta snorted. "I'll never understand females."

After Bulma reached her room she just sat down on her bed and stared at the wall. About a half hour later, realization sunk in and she burst into tears. About an hour after that, her sobs subsided and that's where she was now.

Dragging herself out of bed, Bulma plopped down at her vanity table and looked into the mirror. Her reflection made her want to start crying again. Puffy red eyes looked back at her, and the makeup she had so carefully applied was now smeared all over the place. Sighing, Bulma dragged herself to the bathroom where she washed her face, then headed back to her room to change into something more comfortable. She spent the rest of the day moping.

THE NEXT DAY…

"Arghh! What is wrong with that woman?!?" Vegeta growled. He was in the mood to argue after failing to reach the goal of Super Saiyan once again, but no matter what he said or did, Bulma just sat there, looking like a zombie.

"You'll have to be patient with her Vegeta dear." Bulma's mother tried to calm the irate prince. "As you know, she and Yamcha just broke up and there's only twelve days left until Valentine's Day."

"Valen…tines…Day?" Vegeta sounded confused.

"Oh! Silly me! You don't know anything about Chikyuu holidays do you? Well, Valentine's Day is a day where we celebrate love and caring. Bulma's upset because she'll be alone this year, but then again, so will you." she giggled, hoping the Saiyan no Ouji would take the hint. When he merely snorted in disgust, she sighed. "Well, I guess you should get back to your training dear." she smiled warmly and he nodded, turning to walk out the door.

"Stupid Chikyuu holidays." Vegeta grumbled to himself. "Stupid Chikyuu woman and her stupid Chikyuu emotions. Humph. Love and caring are for the weak." Yet, he couldn't help but to feel bad for the little female. She was used to all these silly feelings, and seemed to whither like a dying rose when she found herself alone. Vegeta had been alone his whole life, and he resented the fact that the onna had grown up in a happy environment, while his childhood had been a horrifying collage of pain and anger. Yet...he could not bring himself to hate her, or even wish unhappiness upon her. He wanted that rose to live, to stay in bloom for all eternity.

Vegeta sighed, turning off the gravity. When had these feelings invaded him? When had he started to care about the little female? Try as he might, he could not pinpoint the exact time, all he knew was that a tiny wedge of caring had become forever lodged within him.

Suddenly, all thoughts of beating Kakarott and becoming a Super Saiyan left him. His mind became consumed with thoughts of the beautiful female. For a brief moment, he wanted nothing more than to see her happy, but who had the power, the strength to do such a thing? The human man, Yamcha, was out of the question. Though he had tried, he just didn't have what it took to keep such a demanding woman happy. He could also rule out the rest of the Z-senshi, for she didn't seem to be the least bit attracted to any of them.

Vegeta knew Bulma was attracted to power and danger, which was what drew her to Yamcha in the first place. He had been a ruthless bandit, but had softened over the years. None of the other fighters seemed to exhibit these particular qualities, save Piccolo who just happened to be asexual. Vegeta sighed again. Who would make her happy? Perhaps…perhaps he could do it. Powerful and dangerous described Vegeta perfectly…an all around Badman. But how? How could a man who knew nothing but pain and anger make such a woman happy?

"Valentine's Day is a day where we celebrate love and caring." Mrs. Briefs' words rang through Vegeta's head, leaving a wonderful idea in their wake. With a newfound sense of determination, Vegeta left the gravity room, in search of more information about this 'Valentine's Day' and it's customs.

LATER THAT NIGHT…

Bulma stepped into the shower, completely exhausted. It was nearly 2:00 in the morning and she had been working hard all day. Visions of Yamcha and that brunette were still fresh in her mind, so she had immersed herself in plans and theories and all kinds of scientific mumbo jumbo. Anything to keep her mind off the recent breakup.

Sighing, Bulma turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. "Oh why Yamcha? Why didn't you just tell me?" Bulma began to towel herself off. I suppose I can't blame him though. The magic just sort of…disappeared between us. Bulma sighed again. No matter what she told herself, it still hurt. At first, she had been bitter and angry with both Yamcha and herself. Bulma had long ago decided to save herself until everything felt right, and she supposed this was why Yamcha sought pleasure in the arms of other women.

He had been patient and understanding at first, but as time wore on he grew restless and began to resent the fact that Bulma wouldn't give herself to him. Eventually, he had learned the pleasures of the female sex while drunk one night in a bar. Waking up in the arms of a strange woman had given him a rush, and he soon became addicted to the dangerous thrill. Until he met May that is.

Bulma whimpered quietly. That was the name of the brunette. Apparently, they had met in a coffee house and it was love at first sight. That was two months ago and since then Yamcha had been gathering up the courage to break up with Bulma, though he never meant to hurt her.

Bulma sighed, recalling what Yamcha had told her earlier when he had dropped by unexpectedly. He had confessed everything to her and apologized several times. "Oh well, I guess I should be happy for him…he's finally found love. But I just wish he hadn't led me on for so long." Quickly, Bulma pulled on her pajamas and left the steamy bathroom.

Yawning, Bulma pushed open the door to her room and padded over to her bed. "Huh? What's this?" she murmured to herself as she picked up a single blood red rose. Tied to the stem was a piece of folded paper.

Carefully setting the rose down, she opened up the little note. Right in the middle, written in red ink, was a single letter. "E…" Bulma read aloud. "What could it mead?" she inspected both the paper and the rose for any clue as to who could have left them on her bed. "Do I know anyone who's name starts with E?" she shook her head, not recalling anyone. "How strange." she murmured, holding back a yawn. "Oh my! 2:45! I really need to go to bed!" she yelped. Carefully, she set both the rose and the note on her night stand and flicked off the lights before crawling into the large comfy bed.

THE NEXT DAY…

Bulma awoke to a beautiful sunny day. Smiling, she crawled out of bed and padded over to her balcony. She stepped outside and shivered a little at the chill in the air. A small frown crossed her face though, as she saw Vegeta walking out to the gravity room for his before-breakfast training session.

"Kami! That man works himself far too hard!" Bulma said to herself. "It's only 6:00 and he's already out training!" Shaking her head, Bulma turned back into her room and headed off to the shower, taking a quick glance at the perfect rose on her night stand before she left.

It was about 8:00 in the morning when Vegeta came in for breakfast. As usual, he sat in his favorite chair, with the sun to his back, and waited for someone to serve him. As usual, he scarfed down his meal in a matter of minutes, not leaving a single crumb in sight. Something was different though. For once in his life, Vegeta did not complain. Not a single word came out of his mouth. There was no "That tasted like crap." of even a "Kami Woman! What are you trying to do? Poison me?"

Bulma sighed as she watched Vegeta leave. For some reason, the morning just didn't seem right without Vegeta's yelling and bitching. After she finished her own breakfast, Bulma trudged up the stairs to get ready for work.

As Bulma got dressed, her mind kept wandering back to the rose on her night stand. "Who could have put it there?" she wondered. "And why was there an E on the note? It just doesn't make sense!" Bulma growled with frustration as she dug around in her closet and pulled out a clear crystal vase to put the rose in. She put the note into an empty drawer in her jewelry box.

Bulma got home late that night. She was tired, cranky, and stressed. "Damn paperwork." she grumbled, kicking off her shoes and heading for the kitchen. "Kami! I'm hungry!" she murmured to herself. "I really shouldn't have skipped supper!" It was already 9:00 at night and Bulma hadn't eaten since noon.

Walking into the kitchen, the blue haired female spied the Saiyan no Ouji raiding the fridge. "Just make sure you save me something Vegeta. I haven't eaten since noon and I'm starving!"

"Humph!" Vegeta snorted, emerging from the fridge with an armload of food. "Maybe if you actually ate something you wouldn't be so crabby." Bulma stuck her tongue out at him, grabbing some bologna from the fridge. "Hmm, now if we could only cure that ugliness disease of yours, you would almost be bearable." Vegeta smirked.

"Shut up Vegeta! What would you know about beauty anyway?" Bulma cried, angrily slapping his muscled arm.

"Ack! Don't touch me!" Vegeta cried, jumping back. "You might be contagious!" He chuckled. Bulma growled and threw a piece of bologna at him, which he caught and immediately shoved into his mouth.

"Just go away Vegeta! I am not in a good mood right now!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta just shrugged, picked up his armload of food, and left. "Training again? That gravity room will be the death of him." The human female sighed. "There are times when I wish I had never helped build that blasted piece of machinery." Bulma shook her head sadly and finished up her snack, then she cleaned up the kitchen and headed upstairs to take a nice long shower, not before checking her room for another rose though.

"Maybe it's just a one time thing." she sighed, upon finding nothing. "Oh well." she shrugged out of her clothes disappointedly. Grabbing her silk robe, she slipped into it and headed off to the bathroom, completely unaware of the shadowy figure just outside her balcony door.

"Bulma emerged from the steamy bathroom an hour later. As she padded barefoot down the hall, she looked out the window, taking a quick peek at the gravity room. "Still training." she sighed, watching as brilliant flashes of light burst out of the circular windows. Shrugging her shoulders and tightening the sash on her robe, she continued on the way to her room.

Vegeta paused, panting, after his 200th pushup. He couldn't stop thinking about the onna. "Damnit!" he yelled. "Curse this weakness!" He had been on her balcony earlier, waiting for her to leave so he could sneak in. However, hadn't been expecting her to strip. The Saiyan no Ouji had watched, mesmerized, as she unbuttoned her shirt, her delicate hands moving slowly, carefully, so as not to rip off any buttons. He hadn't been able to turn away until he realized that her bra was going next. It had still been extremely hard to tear his gaze off of her beautiful body, but he had forced himself. Vegeta may have been a lot of things, but a peeping tom was definitely not one of them.

Bulma noticed it the minute she walked into the room. There was another rose on her bed, the vibrant red plainly visible against the white silk sheets. "Huh?" she murmured, picking up the delicate flower. This one had a piece of paper tied to it as well, but it did not have an E on it. "A…" Bulma traced the bold red ink with her fingertip. "This is a mystery indeed." A tiny smile graced her full lips. "A mystery that will have to be solved tomorrow." she yawned. Then she put the rose in the vase with the other one, and put the A paper in the jewelry box beside the E paper and flicked out the lights.

Six days later, Bulma had six more roses and six more letters, one for each night. The confusing thing was, that none of the letters were the same, nor did they make any sense when put together. They had come in the order of "M-N-I-T-Y-L." In total, Bulma had 8 roses, 8 letters, and a whole lot of confusion.

The spirited female had become so frustrated, that she began to dream up ways she could possibly catch this mysterious man. In eight nights, there had not been a single valid clue as to who he may be. Vowing to carry out the first of her schemes the next night, Bulma flicked off the light switch and crawled into bed.

THE NEXT DAY…

Bulma woke up early and hurried into the shower. She was far too excited to go back to sleep. "Today, I'm gonna solve this mystery once and for all! Yes, I am!" She squealed to herself as she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair.

Practically jumping into her clothes, she tossed her hair into a quick ponytail before heading downstairs to make herself a quick breakfast.

Just as Bulma was setting the table, Vegeta came padding into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Morning Vegeta!" she chirped, turning to face him. "Kami Vegeta! What happened to you?" she cried out, spying a large gash on his bare chest.

"It's nothing Onna." Vegeta growled. "Go away!"

"Damnit Vegeta! It looks serious! Just let me take a look after breakfast please?" she asked, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

"I said it's nothing!" he rumbled, slapping her hands away from him. "Now let me eat in peace will you?"

"Fine! I've got work to do anyway!" Bulma yelled, stalking out of the room. "See if I care next time you get hurt!"

Bulma kept grumbling about lousy alien princes all the way to her lab. "Stupid baka! He could be seriously hurt and he won't even let me take a look! What an ass! I know a TON of guys who would LOVE for me to examine their chests! But noooo! Mr. I'm-King-of-Everything can't accept a little help from us 'pathetic' humans!"

"Actually, I'm Prince of everything." A voice said from behind her. Bulma was so startled that she nearly fell out of her chair.

"Shit Vegeta! Don't you EVER sneak op on me like that again!" Bulma yelled, touching her hand to her chest.

"Or what?" Vegeta smirked, leaning against the doorframe. Bulma's mouth went dry. Kami! He looks so incredibly sexy like that! Damnit Bulma! Snap out of it! He's an arrogant baka and you have a mystery man to worry about right now!

"I'll…I'll…Damnit! I don't know what I'll do! What do you want Vegeta?" Bulma sighed in exasperation.

"I dunno, just felt like scaring you." Vegeta said simply, with a shrug. "Looks like I succeeded." With that, he turned and walked out the door, heading off to train some more.

"Bastard." Bulma murmured to herself, once she was sure he was out of hearing range. "Now, I've got to get back to work."

Later that night, Bulma installed the new video camera in her room and set it to record. "This ought to get him!" she giggled, flouncing out of the room.

About ten minutes after she had left, Vegeta landed silently on her balcony. Just as he was about to walk in, his keen Saiyan hearing picked up a tiny little "blip." Carefully, he peeked in a spied a video camera. "How stupid does she think I am?" he smirked to himself.

Vegeta pushed the door open quietly, making sure to stay out of the camera's range. He blurred out and moved across the room so quickly that it could not pick up his movements, then blurred back in behind the camera. Now, if I were to just leave the rose, it would be far too easy for her to guess my identity. He thought to himself, picking up a shirt off the floor and draping it over the lens. He then proceeded to take his time arranging the rose on the bed. He even did a little victory dance in front of the blinded machinery before removing the shirt and blurring out again. "Silly woman." he chuckled to himself, blasting off back to the gravity room. "Doesn't she know that curiosity killed the human?"

Meanwhile, Bulma was getting restless, and she decided to go check on her room. Squealing with joy, she picked up the rose and read the card aloud, "E…" she sighed. "E again? This is so confusing!" She flopped down on the soft bed. "I'd better watch that tape soon though, this should be interesting."

Bulma picked up the camera and flipped out the little view screen. "Let's see now…" she murmured, rewinding the tape and then pressing play. About ten minutes in, something finally happened. She watched intently as the balcony door opened slightly. A few seconds later, the screen went black and when a picture showed up again, there was a rose on the bed and no one in sight.

"Damnit!" Bulma cursed, stomping her foot on the floor. "He covered up the screen! The bastard covered up the screen!" She cried. "I guess I'll just have to think of a better plan…" she murmured, bringing the delicate rose to her nostril.

THE NEXT DAY…

After a whole day of plotting, Bulma came up with the perfect plan. "It's so obvious!" she laughed. "If I just sit in my room and wait, I'm sure to catch him! "My mystery man surely won't be expecting that!" she cried triumphantly. "Just you wait!"

Two hours later, there was still no sign of the mystery man. "Where is he? I have to go to the bathroom!" Bulma cried out, unaware of the snickering shadow just outside the balcony doors. "Okay." Bulma bargained with herself. "I can go to the bathroom really quick. It'll only take a minute and that won't be enough time for him to get out of here." She stood up and made her way quickly to the bathroom.

"This is my chance." Vegeta snickered, pushing open the door and walking in. Gently, he brushed the petals of the rose across his lips before placing it on the bed. "Soon little one." he whispered. "Soon you will know." He turned quickly and fled from the room.

"Noooo!!!!" Bulma cried, running into her bedroom. "I missed him! I missed him again!" She picked up the rose and brushed the petals along her cheek, marveling at how soft they were, like a lover's kiss. "N…" she sighed, reading the tiny card. "I guess I'll just have to wait until this guy decides to reveal himself, cause it doesn't look like I'll be able to trick him into it." Tiredly, she flopped back onto the bed and curled up with the rose in her hand.

THE NEXT DAY…

Bulma awoke to a bright ray of sunshine streaming through her window. Groggily, she sat up in bed, still clutching the rose which, surprisingly, had not been damaged during the night. "Oh man, is it morning already?" she murmured to herself. Rolling out of bed, she set the rose in the vase with the other nine. After running a brush through her hair, she shrugged into her robe and went downstairs.

"Morning Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs chirped. "Sit down and have some breakfast Hun!" she bubbled, ushering her daughter into the kitchen. Vegeta was already seated, consuming plate after plate of bacon and eggs.

Bulma sat down and began to eat the food her mother placed before her. I wonder how my mystery man got in without anybody noticing. More importantly, how did he know I wouldn't be in the room? Oh my Kami! What if he was watching me the whole time? Oh Kami! What if he's a stalker? No Bulma, don't panic. C'mon girl, breathe! Calm yourself Bulma! He's just a sweet, romantic guy who wants to do something nice. Bulma repeated this last thought in her head several times, but she still couldn't help being a bit frightened.

"Mom," she ventured, "do you think I would be safe here from stalkers?" she asked, wanting to bang her head on the table. Real subtle there Bulma, she berated herself mentally.

"Stalkers? Why do you ask?" Bulma's mother chirped.

"Umm…I…uh…I had a bad dream! Yeah, I dreamt I was being stalked and it kinda made me uneasy!" Bulma stammered.

"Feh! Who would want to stalk an ugly, loud mouthed baka like you?" Vegeta snorted, knowing perfectly well that she was shaken because of the mysterious roses.

"Shut up Vegeta! I bet plenty of guys would want to stalk me you…you…poop head!" she cried out, turning a brilliant shade of crimson.

"Oh golly gee!" Vegeta cried. "I'm no match for your rapier sharp wit!" He laughed cruelly, getting up out of his chair. "See you later…genius." He walked out of the kitchen, heading off to train.

Bulma merely scowled while her mother waved a cheerful goodbye. "Well Bulma, I should tell you now that your father and I made plans for tomorrow evening. Are you going to be all right here by yourself?"

"I'll be fine mom. You and dad should have fun on Valentine's Day. Besides, I'll have the Saiyan no Ouji here with me."

"Oh give him a chance Bulma chan! If I wasn't married, I'd go after him myself!"

Later that night, Bulma found another rose on her bed. This one had an E attached to it. "That makes 11, and tomorrow is Valentine's Day." She said quietly to herself. "Stalker or not, I'm gonna find out who this mystery man is!" Bulma turned off her light and crawled under her covers, but soon found that sleep would not come easily that night.

VALENTINE'S DAY…

Bulma waved as her parents climbed into the sleek limousine in the driveway. They were on their way to one of the classiest restaurants in town. As soon as it was out of her sight, her shoulders slumped down and she trudged into the house. It was Valentine's Day and she figured she would probably end up eating peanut butter and jelly with an arrogant Saiyan. Oh well, at least he was male.

She headed up the stairs to her room, thinking she would read a book or something. One of those trashy romance novels her mother loved so much. Upon reaching her destination though, she had a different idea. Giggling, she pulled out the chair to her vanity and sat down, trying to decide what make up she should wear. "I've forgotten about my mystery man." she giggled as she began to apply her mascara.

TWO HOURS LATER…

Bulma smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she twirled about, admiring herself. She wore a long red silk dress, the perfect color for Valentine's Day. It went down to the floor, and had a slit up the right side in order to show of one long, creamy leg. The top was tight and formfitting, perfectly hugging her feminine curves and showing off her abundant cleavage. Spaghetti straps that crisscrossed several times over her back held it on. Dressy red platform sandals finished off the outfit, along with a pair of thin silver hoop earrings and a necklace. Her long, wavy hair had been left down but smoothed into a silky curtain, framing her face.

"Now, all I need is some perfume and I'm ready to meet my mystery man!" she giggled excitedly. "Now where did that go? Oh wait! Mom must have borrowed it and forgot to return it!" she dashed out and towards her parents' room to find the missing perfume.

When she re-entered her own room, she noticed something on the bed. There were two of the little cards there, but no rose. "Huh? What's going on?" she picked up the cards. "Let's see here. B and V" Bulma puzzled over this for a while, before an idea came to her. "All the letters must form a word or a name!" She cried, pulling out the other 11 letters. Sitting on the floor, she placed them in front of her, in the order they had come. "Hmmm…EAMNITYLENEBV…That makes no sense whatsoever. Maybe they're scrambled, and I have to figure it out." She then set to work, trying all sorts of combinations.

"ATMNYNEEBIVEL?…YAMTEBNENELVI?…No! No! No! This can't be right! Let's see here, there's a B here and an E here, that forms the word 'Be' now, there's a Y here. What can Y go with?…How about this M? All right, Now I've got 'Be My'…wait a minute! Be My Valentine!" She cried out, rapidly arranging the letters to see if it fit. It did. "Now, who could have sent it? Hmm, let's see. The first letter I got was an E…and the last was a B and a V. Hmmm…Eric Bob Vantellsa?" she wondered, trying to come up with names that fit the letters. "Nope, I can't think of anything with an E. Maybe it's just B and V…Let me see here…B…Bob, Billy, Buddy, Ben, Bulma…" she giggled. "It's useless! I can't think of anything! I'll try V…V…This is hard! The only V name I can think of is Vegeta, and he would never Oh Kami!" she gasped, picking up the letters she had received only minutes ago. "B and V…Bulma and Vegeta…"

"Sure took you long enough woman." A deep, low voice said. Bulma whipped around, still sitting on the floor, to see Vegeta step out of the shadows. She looked up at him and almost fainted. He stood there, looking sexier than ever, dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a smoky looking silk shirt with the top two buttons undone. In his left hand, he held the twelfth, and final, rose. "Are you going to sit there all night, or do I have to haul you up off the floor myself?" he asked.

A soft blush crept onto Bulma's cheeks as she held out her hand to him. "Help me up…please?" She said, her quiet voice nearly a whisper. Vegeta reached down and took her tiny hand in his own and lifted her easily to her feet. Once she was up though, he pulled her closer to his body and slipped an arm around her. He handed her the rose, which she took and placed in the vase with the other 11, her eyes never breaking contact with his. "Vegeta? I…why?" she said, gesturing to the flowers.

Vegeta scowled, and crossed his arms. "The Saiyan no Ouji does not have to explain his actions to a petty human." he snorted. This got Bulma angry.

"Why you jerk! I'll have you know that…" her words were suddenly cut off as she felt Vegeta's soft lips press gently against her own.

"Shhh…" he murmured, pulling away from her. All Bulma could do was stand still, shocked, as he pulled away and drew a silk handkerchief out of his pocket. He folded it once and tied it carefully around Bulma's head to cover her eyes.

"Vegeta…What are you doing?" Bulma murmured, excitement welling up within her.

"It's a secret." he whispered. "Follow me." he grasped her hand in his own and lead her carefully out of the room. Once they reached the edge of the staircase, he picked her up in his arms and carried her until they reached the bottom, where he once again set her on her feet. He led her into the dining room and pulled out a chair for her, then helped her to sit down. He left her side for a moment, and Bulma smelled a bit of smoke as he reappeared behind her. "You can look now." He whispered into her ear as he removed the blindfold.

"Vegeta!" she gasped, opening her eyes. "It's beautiful!" Before her lay a candlelit dinner, complete with all her favorite foods. She watched as he moved gracefully to take the seat across from her, not before making a quick stop at the conveniently placed CD player though. With the push of a button, a soft romantic melody filled the air.

Dinner was finished all too soon, and just as Bulma thought the wonderful night was coming to an end, Vegeta appeared by her side. "Care to dance?" he murmured, holding his hand out to her. Bulma smiled at him and placed her hand in his, allowing him to lead her out away from the table. Vegeta wrapped his arms tightly around the tiny woman and pulled her close as they swayed to the music.

"Vegeta…this is so romantic." Bulma whispered against his chest. "Where'd you ever learn to dance?"

"The Saiyan no Ouji does not have to answer the questions of a petty human." Vegeta chuckled. Bulma smiled, feeling the vibrations in his chest. She tilted her head up towards him, asking silently to be kissed, and Vegeta was all too happy to comply. As their lips touched, he pulled her even closer to his muscular body. Bulma moaned and opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue to touch her own.

Before they knew exactly what happened, Bulma was in Vegeta's arms and they were making their way to his room. Vegeta nudged his door open with his hip and closed it in the same fashion after he had entered. Gently, he lay Bulma on his bed and began to tug at her dress. Bulma did the same, her deft little fingers quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt. Soon, Bulma was down to her panties, while Vegeta still had his pants on, even if they were undone.

Pulling the tiny female into his arms, Vegeta took one hard nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and nipping at it. Bulma gasped and moaned in pleasure as she writhed against Vegeta. Oh my Kami! That feels so good…but do I really want this? I never allowed Yamcha to make love to me…but this is Vegeta. Oh this is so confusing!

Vegeta stopped, noticing the sudden tension in Bulma's body. She looked down at him, her eyes puzzled at why he would stop so suddenly. "Are you okay?" Vegeta asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "I can stop if you want me to."

"Huh? No…I…It's just that…I've never done this before." she finished, averting her eyes as a soft blush covered her cheeks.

Vegeta smirked and moved so his mouth was against her ear. "Don't worry." he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe. "I'll be gentle." He felt Bulma shiver beneath him as he began to kiss her, moving down her body until he came to the edge of her silk panties. He looked up at her, and she nodded her head, signaling for him to continue. He hooked his teeth over the edge and dragged the silky garment down her legs and over her feet before tossing it to the side.

Vegeta slowly kissed his way up her legs before looking to her for permission to continue again. Bulma nodded frantically as he slipped a hand between her legs and began to rub her clit, rolling the little nub between his thumb and forefinger. Bulma moaned and pushed her hips up against him as he slipped two fingers gently inside her wet entrance, still rubbing her with his thumb. "Oh Vegeta! Please!" Bulma cried as she arched her body up towards him. "That feels so good!" she grasped onto the sheets as the Prince continued to probe her delicate femininity.

"You like that huh?" Vegeta chuckled quietly as Bulma moaned in response. He started rubbing her faster and harder, enjoying watching her squirm and writhe against him. Finally, she exploded with a cry of pleasure, her juices running down his hand and onto the sheets. His own arousal was throbbing with the need for release, but he decided to move slowly, for her pleasure.

Bulma felt another blush stain her cheeks as she watched Vegeta lick his hand clean, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Mmm, you taste good." he murmured. "I think I'll have some more." Vegeta's head moved down between her thighs and his tongue darted out to caress the velvet folds of her womanhood. He licked and sucked gently at her nub before moving down to push his tongue into her entrance. He probed her very gently, bringing her to a slow, torturous climax. He moved his head back upward and kissed the shuddering female, allowing her to taste herself.

Bulma moaned again as he pulled away, her eyes begging for more pleasure. Vegeta moved off of her and hastily pulled away his pants and boxers. He climbed back onto the bed over top of Bulma, and gently spread her legs apart with his knee. "Are you ready?" he whispered, positioning himself to thrust. Bulma nodded, and he nuzzled her neck. "This is going to hurt." he whispered. "But I'll try to be as gentle as possible."

Vegeta eased himself in slowly, ever cautious of Bulma's pained expression. He knew that her young, virginal body must be in pain, trying to accommodate his large size. "Shhh…It's okay." he whispered. "You can cry if you want to. The pain will go away soon."

Bulma whimpered. She could feel her skin stretching tightly as he eased his erect manhood into her body. She cried out as she felt her barrier breaking, and clung tightly to the muscular body on top of her. "Vegeta!" she cried out, her body arching in pain as she dug her nails into his back, leaving bloody crescents.

Once he was fully inside of her, Vegeta lay still for a moment, allowing Bulma to adjust to him. Her tears soon subsided and he started to move within her, in a slow, mild rhythm. He increased his tempo though, as he felt Bulma's hips moving up to meet him. She had wrapped every available appendage around his body, and was desperately trying to hold on as waves of pleasure crashed through her tiny body. She jolted and writhed through three more releases, each more powerful than the last, before Vegeta finally allowed himself to explode, planting his seed deep within her.

The two collapsed against each other, panting and sweating. Bulma still clung blindly to her Saiyan lover as she recovered from the amazing orgasm she had just experienced. Vegeta wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled the blankets up over their nude bodies. He still lay deep within her, but Bulma didn't seem to mind. So tired was she, that the prick of pain went unnoticed as Vegeta dug his sharp canines into her shoulder.

FIN

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