Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cure For What Ails Ya ❯ Cure For What Ails Ya ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. Okay, there I said it. You happy? Now I'm going to go back to my fantasy world where I pretend that I do. I don't own Cocoa Puffs or Count Chocula either.

The idea for this popped in my head when I was sick last week. I also have to give a little credit for inspiration to the Friends episode where Monica is sick and tries to seduce Chandler. However, this is nothing like that.

Cure For What Ails Ya

Bulma woke to psychotically annoying screech of the alarm clock. 'I swear that thing gets louder everyday.' She slapped at it three times before actually hitting the snooze button and rolled over, tangling herself within the warmth of the comforter. Five minutes later, though, her blissful slumber was interrupted once again. This time she turned it off on the first try, but also managed to knock the clock off the nightstand. She groaned knowing that next time it went off, she would have to get out of bed to turn the damned thing off.

'Might as well get up now,' she sighed. She sat up and was immediately woozy. Her head hurt, her sinuses were clogged, and damn it her throat was dry and scratchy. Once disentangled from the bedspread, she stood up and nearly tripped over the cursed alarm clock as she groggily made her way to the adjacent bathroom. Upon blowing her nose three times and coughing up a gob of phlegm that would've made her six year old son proud, Bulma decided that she would not go to work today.

She took some cold medicine and nearly vomited when the stupid little pills tried to stick in her throat. After leaving a message at work and waking up Trunks, she trudged downstairs to the kitchen to make sure they had enough cereal for everyone to eat. "I'm sure as hell not cooking," she mumbled. Vegeta was already there eating an orange when she walked into the kitchen still wearing her pajamas.

"Woman, you look like crap."

"And I feel worse, so don't start this morning." He sat down and watched with half interest as she pulled out 10 boxes of cereal from the pantry and set them on the table along with two large salad bowls, two spoons, and a gallon of milk.

"What's this?"

"Breakfast," she replied as she left the kitchen to go lay down on the sofa. He was about to complain when Trunks came bouncing into the kitchen.

"Hey dad."

"Hi," he grumbled as he grabbed a bowl and began to pick out which boxes he wanted for breakfast.

"I want the Cocoa Puffs!" Trunks whined as Vegeta was about to pour them in his bowl.

"I grabbed them first."

"But I'm the child. I should get first pick." Vegeta looked at his only son who now had puppy dog eyes and his bottom lip sticking out.

'But they're my favorite, damn it!' his mind was screaming. "Fine, you can have the Cocoa Puffs if I get all three boxes of Count Chocula." Trunks sat and considered the offer before smiling at his father.

"Okay." The two worked out their cereal issues and devoured the sugary meal within a few minutes. The boy grabbed his backpack after putting his bowl in the sink and ran toward the living room. "Mom, I'm ready to go."

"Grandma's going to take you to school today, Sweetie. I'm not feeling well," she told him as he plopped down on the couch with her.

"Okay. Bye mom. I'll see you later." He smiled, and the young half breed skipped off next door in search of his grandmother. As soon as he was gone, Vegeta walked into the living room and sat down across from Bulma.

"What's wrong with you today? You're still in your sleeping clothes, we ate cereal for breakfast, and now you're not taking the boy to school?"

"I didn't hear you complaining when you were about to fight our son for the Cocoa Puffs," she said with a laugh before she broke off into a coughing fit. He just crossed his arms and stared at her waiting for his answer. "I'm sick, Vegeta. I feel like my head is going to explode, I can't breath, it hurts to talk. I'm going to sit around and sleep today. Hopefully it'll make me feel better." He only nodded in response as he got up to go train.

Bulma spent the next several hours watching TV, well as much as one could after loading up on cold medicine. Vegeta came in there around lunch time to find her asleep on the couch. He noticed a pile of used tissues on the coffee table and cringed before going into the kitchen to find something to eat. As he sat at the table consuming his mass quantities of food, he tried to think of something to remedy the situation.

'I ate six boxes of cereal for breakfast. I fixed my own lunch without complaint. I've got to get her feeling better before dinner, but how?' His face lit up as he thought of a possible solution, but quickly fell. 'No, that wouldn't work. Wait, that might….no. Damn humans and their weak immune systems. Ah hah!' He jumped out of his chair when the perfect plan hit him. His eyes narrowed and his mouth curved into a devious smirk that would shame the grinch. "It's perfect." He quickly inhaled the rest of his lunch so he could get to work on the plan.

'Should I shower? Hmm, sometimes she complains about me being sweaty, but other times she says she likes it. Well, she is sick, so maybe I should, but she probably can't smell anything anyway. Oh what the hell,' he decided and went up to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, he put on a pair of lounge pants and sat down in front of the primitive thing she called a computer so he could get on the internet. He needed some help (he shuddered at the thought) and had learned a long time ago that this was the best way to get it. He could get the desired information without having to deal with anyone else.

Vegeta was trying to find out what foods should be eaten when a person is sick, but he realized that he needed to know what was wrong with her. 'Damn! Wait, what's this?' There was a list of symptoms and corresponding illnesses. "Good. Now let's see, runny nose?" The image of all her tissues quickly jumped into his head. "That would definitely be a yes. Fever? Don't know. Soar throat? I think she said something about it hurting to talk." He went through the list of symptoms and was able to deduce with an 85% rate of accuracy that she had the common cold.

"Chicken noodle soup?" Vegeta grinned. "I saw some of that in the pantry a while back. Heh heh." He went back to the living room where Bulma was still fast asleep. 'Not for long,' he thought as he went into the kitchen to find the soup. Of course it was still there since Saiyajin wouldn't waste their time with such meager portions. Apparently it was something she had bought just for an occasion such as this. He dumped the contents into a bowl and heated it up with some of his ki. He grabbed a spoon and some paper towels and went into the living room. He brushed her used tissues onto the floor and sat down on the coffee table directly in front of her.

"Wake up," he said in a very un-Vegeta-like voice as he nudged her with his foot. Blue eyes slowly opened but almost popped out of her head the instant she registered the sight before her. She quickly sat up and stretched.

"Vegeta, what' going on?" she asked before blowing her nose.

"You're sick. This stuff is supposed to make you feel better." He motioned toward the bowl in his hands. Her eyebrow jerked upward, and she placed the back of her hand on his forehead.

"Are you sure you're not sick also?" She laughed but then started coughing, and he rolled his eyes.

"Woman, I'm fine. It would take a lot more than one of your weak earth viruses to slow me down. Now eat this." He filled the spoon and held it out to her. She glanced down at it, not sure if she wanted to eat its contents. 'He cooked it after all, or did he? It might be cold.' Her gaze traveled back up to his face, and the look she received said he was getting impatient. Bulma gave him a weak grin and ate the spoonful of soup. She was shocked. It was perfect. She then realized just how hungry she was after not eating breakfast. Vegeta had another spoonful waiting for her which she graciously accepted. As he continued to feed her, Bulma couldn't help but wonder why he was being so nice.

"Man I needed that. I didn't realize how hungry I was. Thank you," Bulma said as she leaned back into the couch.

"You still have a little left." Vegeta set the bowl down on the table as he grabbed one of the longer noodles and put the end of it between his lips. He sat on his knees between her feet and pulled her torso up from the back of the couch to feed her the last noodle. Bulma sat there wide-eyed in complete shock as he pulled her against his chest and proceeded to feed her with his lips. 'I can't believe he's actually getting provocative with soup,' she thought as she took the noodle and sucked it from his mouth. As she slowly ate the tiny morsel, Vegeta began kissing her neck softly from her shoulder to her jaw, suckling and teasing as his hands unbuttoned her pajama top. All thoughts of her cold disappeared as his lips worked their magic and focused their attention on the sensitive skin behind her ear. She gasped and wrapped her arms around her mate's naked torso.

When the last button of her top was undone, Vegeta quickly removed the obstruction, and his hands went to work on her. They started at the base of her spine and traveled upward in a feather-like caress leaving tingling sensations in their wake. Bulma arched her back involuntarily and leaned her head back exposing more of her neck. He softly licked up her throat from the top of her sternum to her chin.

One of his hands then slithered around to her stomach to continue its barely-there touches. It slid up from her navel and up the valley between her breasts before brushing over the aching mounds. She shuddered when his finger tips finally reached her erect nipple, igniting a fire deep within her. As soon as the contact was made, his hands retreated and were replaced by a set of moist lips. His mouth danced along her skin with unprecedented skill as he succeeded in making her ache more than she thought possible. Her hands were twisting in his wild hair as his tongue caressed the hardened peak of her breast. Her hips were grinding against him in a weak attempt to alleviate the burning between them.

She thought her silent plea was answered when Vegeta's mouth descended down her stomach as her remaining clothes were removed and tossed to the floor. Instead he sat back and grabbed her foot, kissing the arch, moving over the ankle, and ever so slowly up her leg.

"Damn it, Vegeta!" she groaned in sheer frustration as her fist pounded the couch. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Patience is a virtue. Isn't that what you always tell me?" he asked, grinning evilly as he kissed the inside of her knee.

"Screw patience." She grabbed him by the hair and forcefully pulled him to her; of course he let her. He ran his tongue over her softly at first, but she wasn't having that. She needed more. She wrapped her legs tightly around his neck, securing him in place as they pulled him closer. He entered her with his tongue, probing and exploring while his fingers teased the sensitive nub just above. Bulma's moans were no longer able to be restrained as he brought her closer to bliss.

Her legs tightened their grip as well as her hands that were buried in his hair when his mouth moved up to her clit. Her head flew back as he mercilessly sucked on the small bundle of nerves. He inserted two fingers and pumped vigorously as his mouth continued to assault her senses. Her legs convulsed as she exploded from within, screaming despite her soar throat, and digging her nails into his scalp.

As the post-orgasmic haze slowly lifted, Bulma looked at her mate to find that he had placed her feet back on the floor, crossed his arms over her thighs, rested his chin on his arms, and was watching her with a grin.

"Welcome back," he said. She smiled, that was all she could do at that point.

"Kiss me," she panted. He sat up and pulled her to him, capturing her lips with his. Bulma fumbled with the drawstring on his pants before getting it untied. When she finally loosened it, she slipped his pants over his hips, and he broke the kiss to pull them off the rest of the way. Once they were out of the way, he sat down on the couch and pulled her on top of him. She immediately impaled herself on his erection. His eyes shut and his head leaned back into the cushion as she began moving on him. Vegeta roughly grasped her hips as her pace increased.

Bulma nipped and sucked on his earlobe causing him to moan. He began thrusting his hips up to meet her while his hands pulled her down on him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt herself getting close. Vegeta took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it almost painfully. She slammed herself onto his throbbing member a few more times before the waves of climax overtook her again. The clenching of her walls sent him over the edge, and he growled as he spilled into her.

Once the quaking subsided, Bulma rested her head on Vegeta's shoulder while she tried to catch her breath. He sat there for several minutes, content to have his woman in his arms before realizing she had passed out on top of him. He chuckled to himself as he laid her down on the couch and covered her with a throw. After pulling his pants back on, he grabbed the almost empty bowl of soup. He walked into the kitchen to put up the dish and smirked to himself. 'She'll definitely be feeling better when she wakes up.' Satisfied that his plan would work, he went to change into his training clothes and hit the gravity room.

Bulma woke up a few hours later feeling quite a bit better. 'That cold medicine must finally be kicking in.' She then realized she was still naked. She grabbed her pajamas from the floor and put them back on before going upstairs to take a quick shower, since it was almost time to pick Trunks up from school.

Around dinner time, Vegeta exited the gravity room to be greeted with the smell of food cooking and smiled. 'I knew it would work.' He went into the kitchen to find his son sitting at the table blabbing 90 miles an hour about everything he had done at school that day. He turned to his wife and was surprised to see that she actually appeared to understand everything the child was saying. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

"Dinner's almost ready. It'll just be a few minutes," Bulma said as he guzzled the contents of the bottle in a couple of seconds.

"You seem to be feeling better. I guess my remedy worked then." He grinned as he tossed the empty bottle in the trash. She smiled back and nodded. There was no way in hell she was going to tell him that she had loaded up on medicine earlier. It's not often she got this kind of special attention from her alien prince, sex yes but not a meal and open concern for her well being.

"I feel much better now, but I won't be completely well for a few days," she whispered in his ear as her fingers danced along his pectorals.

"Really?" he asked with a grin. She nodded.

"I think I might require several doses before I get over this." Her arms traveled around his neck and into his hair as she kissed him. They were interrupted by their protesting son.

"Ew, gross. Hello, there's a child over here." The two separated, and Bulma laughed as she turned to stir one of the pots on the stove. Vegeta wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and nibbled on her earlobe.

"Tonight," was all he said before leaving the room. She giggled as she finished getting the food ready. 'I might have to get some more soup.'

The End