Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling in Love the First Time ❯ Happy Birthday ( Chapter 10 )

Falling In Love The First Time

Chapter 10 - Happy Birthday

Bulma awoke the next morning to find herself alone in bed. She yawned as she looked over at the clock. 1:23pm. She gaped as she wondered how she had slept so late. She assumed Vegeta would have been pounding on her door hours ago, demanding breakfast or even lunch at this point. 'Maybe he's just letting me rest after last night?' She thought as she slowly pulled herself out of bed. She was sore, but nothing like yesterday. She was not terribly surprised after the way they had spent the night together. He was actually gentle. And even more so, he let her rest in between each coupling.

Her mind went into a daze as she thought back to last night. He only shared his ki with her once, and that was when they were moving into the earlier hours of the morning. 'I guess we'll just have to do that again,' she thought the system used last night was much more successful than the one from the night before.

Again. More properly she should be thinking in terms of their last time. 'Just these three days and we are done,' Bulma sighed as the sound of merely one more night with him seemed… unfair. Unfair that she for the first time she felt pleasure on a level so deep that it touched a part of her she did not even know existed. 'Did he feel the same?' No. He told her very clearly he only wanted her body. He only wanted release for these three days, nothing more. When his rut is over, they are finished. 'I knew that all along. So why does it hurt so much now? He made it clear that he was only using my body. I even told him that I accepted it. So why does it bother me that I only have one more night with him?'

Bulma slowly walked into her bathroom as she pondered the question. 'Maybe this is aftershock from breaking up with Yamcha. Maybe, knowing that this is going to end between Vegeta and I is dredging up memories of my split with Yamcha.' Bulma cringed at the thought. 'No, Vegeta is nothing like Yamcha. Vegeta at least had the decency to be honest with me. At least he told me was going to use me before we slept together.'

Bulma moaned as she suddenly felt tears running down her face. 'Oh Kami what am I doing?' She cried for an answer. 'I'm letting him use me for nothing but the physical gratification. When did I sink so low?' Bulma froze as the thought hit a nerve, when had she ever sunk so low? She looked upon Yamcha with disgust after she had found him with another woman. She thought two people were supposed to make love, not just 'fuck.' She had only been with Yamcha before this, and only then because she truly believed he loved her, and she him.

'So when did my code change? When did I succumb to acting like what I believe to be cheap and dirty?! I mean, my Kami, even Vegeta had a high enough sense of self-pride to save himself! Well, then again you couldn't expect much less from a man with such self-absorption. Kami, I just can't deal with this anymore! Only one more night of this is best. End it before… Don't even think about it, Bulma. Sex…this is just sex,' she repeated to herself as she turned her shower on. 'Just sex… Isn't it?'

Bulma stepped under the water pressure as she closed her eyes and continued to ask herself that very question. 'Is it just sex?'

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"It's just fucking sex!" Vegeta roared as he threw ki blasts at the training equipment Dr. Briefs had made for him. 'It's merely this damn rut that has me so hot for her. It's the hormones keeping the blasted woman in my thoughts. Her scent, her taste, her feel, her… the fucking rut! That's all this is!' Vegeta continued to argue with himself mentally as he continued to fight the demons inside of him. Every fiber of his being was telling him that he was treading on dangerous ground; that this woman was getting too close for her own good. Yet, another part of him was contradicting those thoughts.

She made him… feel. His pain ended when he took her to bed. He became so engulfed with another being that his own miseries and failures seemed to drift away. So why eliminate her? If she can remove his suffering then why not take her for all she is worth? She brought him pleasure. Something he had only experienced for a few fleeting moments in life. So why end something that brought him not only physical, but emotional release?

'Because she is weak,' his mind reminded him. 'Remember what happened to Radditz and the harpy that cast a spell upon him? Both she and Radditz are long dead. I will not end that way! The woman is a distraction, an annoyance, a…' Vegeta stopped as his mind forced a picture of the blue haired creature into his vision. 'She is more than that,' he knew begrudgingly. She was a fool; foolish enough to make his meals when he demanded, foolish enough to fix the GR when he threatened, foolish enough to tend to his wounds when injured, and foolish enough to offer her body in exchange for nothing but pain the next day. She was a fool indeed, foolish enough to care for a man that never asked nor deserved such pleasantries.

He had threatened her life, burned her chest; yet she came back to help him, heal him, save his ego and pride, all for what? He had given her nothing, yet she had given freely and fully. 'Why?' Vegeta shook his head as he tried not to consider that question too carefully. 'What does it matter? Tonight is our last night. We will never mate after this. She shall move on to another weak human and I shall get back to besting Kakarrot. All will revert as though none of this ever happened. That's the only way this can end. It's the only way it will.'

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Bulma threw the towel she had dried her hair with into the hamper before she stumbled out onto her balcony. She leaned over the rail as she looked down at the gravity room. Lights were blazing through the windows and the pod looked almost as though it was jumping off the ground. 'Sometimes the GR looks as angry as Vegeta acts,' Bulma thought with a smile as her mind focused on the topic at hand.

She had hoped her shower would clear her head. It didn't. If anything it left her more confused than before. She kept telling herself that there was nothing but an arrangement between the two of them. But that conclusion failed to explain why that arrangement felt so damn good. Why it felt like something more than just sex.

Bulma furrowed her brows as she thought the situation through a little further. 'None of this matters anyway. I mean, it is not as though Vegeta is over in that GR having the same mental battle I am. He probably hasn't thought of me on more than a physical level since this all began.' She sighed before realizing, 'what a waste, he has so much to offer a woman and he doesn't even realize it.'

Bulma smiled as she headed back into her room. 'Maybe I'm looking at this all wrong. I mean, here I am fretting over this being our last night when I should be planning for it. If we're ending this tonight, then we might as well end it with a bang.' Bulma chuckled as she grabbed her purse and keys. If nothing else she was going to enjoy tonight; everything else could be dealt with afterwards.

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"Woman?" Vegeta called as he entered the kitchen. The GR had mysteriously shut down a few minutes ago and Vegeta demanded an explanation. He still had another two hours before nightfall and he sure as hell didn't want to spend them around the house waiting to be with the woman. "WOMAN!"

"I'm right here Vegeta," Bulma said in a calm voice as she walked into the kitchen and over to the fridge.

"The GR is broken," Vegeta said flatly as he tried to ignore the particularly tasty sight before him, and he wasn't even referring to the food she was beginning to place on the table.

"It's not broken." Bulma explained as she continued to walk back and forth between the counter, piled high with bags of food, and the dining table. "I simply shut it down."

"You did what! How dare you shut down my gravity room without my permission!" he hissed in a furious tone. "Turn it back on! Now!"

"No," Bulma said determinedly, "You are going to sit down and eat, then you are going to get a shower, and then you will join me in my room. Understood?"

Vegeta's eyes widened, he couldn't believe how demanding the little wench was being. "Woman, have you lost your mind? I have two hours before nightfall. I need to stay the hell away from you for that time! Do you not understand that I could-"

"Your control is better than I think even you expected. We both know you can keep you hands off me for two hours. So eat, shower, and then come to my room. Got it?" She asked once she finished filling the table with all of his desired dishes.

"I am not going to listen to you woman!" Vegeta objected angrily, "I am the Saiya-jin No Ouji! You can not just order me around in such a manner!"

Bulma only shook her head in annoyance as she grabbed the Saiya-jin by his arm and guided him towards his seat. "Please Vegeta. Just be a good boy and do as I ask," she purred as she walked behind him and placed her gentle hands on his shoulders. She began kneading his tense upper body in an almost seductive rhythm as she whispered into his ear. "I promise if you do this my way, I'll make it worth your while later. Sound good?"

Vegeta's eyes slid shut. He knew the moment she touched him he was a goner. 'Damn hormones.' "Fine," he grated, straining to sound unaffected as she slowly pulled away from him.

"Good boy," she chuckled as she headed upstairs. "See you after your shower."

Vegeta watched out of the corner of his eye as she left. He was a little suspicious of the woman's motives; she seemed much too confident in her attitude. However, his very much-affected body was pushing suspicion aside as excitement was getting the better of him. 'What are you up to woman?' he wondered while beginning to eat. He almost couldn't wait to find out.

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Vegeta walked quietly into Bulma's room as he looked around for the fiery woman. He had, reluctantly, done as she had asked. He finished his meal, showered and threw on a pair of pajama pants. He had fulfilled his end of the bargain; now he expected in return something worth his submission. "Woman?" He called for her in a surprisingly soft tone, at least soft for him.

"Over here," Bulma smiled as she came from off of her balcony and walked over to the bed. Vegeta was more than a little disappointed by her appearance. She was dressed just as he had seen her an hour ago. He had hoped for something more exciting, like the little number she sported yesterday. 'No matter,' he thought indifferently. 'It would have found its way to the floor anyway.'

"Come here," she patted her hand on the bed, as a mother would call a small child to sit next to her.

Vegeta eyed her strangely, but made no move to approach. "I did not come here for mild banter woman; stop acting like this is some social call." He didn't like the almost friendly tone she was taking with him. Something along the lines of a seductive purr would have had him on that bed a hell of a lot sooner.

Bulma chuckled as she impatiently beckoned him over to her. "Come on Vegeta, we have less than an hour before you go all rampant on me, so will you just come here?"

Vegeta groaned, slightly annoyed, then did as she asked and walked over to the bed. Slowly sitting down, he then rested his back stiffly against the backboard as he crossed his legs and arms in front of him. He was careful to keep a healthy distance between the two. "What do you want?" He asked, assuming there was another reason besides sex for why she wanted him next to her.

Bulma bit her bottom lip excitedly before she revealed her motives. She quickly reached under the bed, pulled out a rather large sized box, and sat it on Vegeta's lap. "Tada!" she said with a large smile as she watched the prince eye the blue box with a large purple ribbon on it. She could tell he had no idea what it was. "Happy birthday," she said as she pointed to the package. "This is your gift."

Vegeta looked from Bulma to the box and then back to Bulma as though she had completely lost her mind. "Birthday… Gift?" He repeated the words as though they were alien to him. "What is the point of this?" he asked suspiciously.

Bulma sighed as she had hoped he would have picked this up a little quicker. "You, silly, are having your rut, right? And your rut only happens every fifteen years after birth, right? So, this is obviously your thirtieth birthday, so I've gotten you a gift to celebrate. Open it."

Vegeta looked back down at the box as confusion overwhelmed him. A gift? Why would she give him a gift? She constantly complained that she and her family had given him more than he deserved, why give something else? 'Perhaps this is some trick, or joke to insult me. Yes, that must be it.' He pushed the box out of his lap as he turned his nose up to the gift. "I do not want anything from you woman," he said coldly.

Bulma's smile immediately faded to a frown as she looked down at the box she had spent the entire afternoon choosing exactly what to put inside of it. "Why not?" she asked sadly, "if you don't like what is inside I can get you something else."

Vegeta's confusion deepened as he began to sense that perhaps her intentions were serious in giving him this token. "Why do you give me this?" He asked in a lowered tone. "I do not understand or care for earthling customs. I will not show my gratitude or interest in whatever is in that box. And I certainly will not ever return the gesture. You know that. So why do you even bother to give me something?"

Bulma stuttered as she was surprised by his honesty, brutal though it was. She half smiled as she realized if nothing else she could at least always count on an honest answer from him, whether she liked it or not. "Look Vegeta, as much as you like the idea of everyone hating you, I don't. I… I happen to think of you as a friend, and as a friend I feel it necessary to give you a birthday gift, if you don't want it that's your choice, but I think for all the trouble I went through, the least you can do is open it."

The prince's emotionless expression faltered slightly as he listened to her plea. 'Friend… She believes me to be a friend?' He had to admit he never had a friend before. Not even Nappa or Radditz were 'friends.' He refused to form such a relationship, yet this woman seems to think she had formed one with him. 'Was she right in her assumption?' Vegeta tried not to think to deeply on that as he pulled the box back into his lap. "Fine," he said gruffly as he rather sloppily ripped off the bow and opened the sky blue box.

There were various items inside, all wrapped in tissue paper. He reached in and pulled out the largest one first. He quickly discarded the wrapping paper and looked at the item. "Armor?" He said, more than a little confused.

"Open those next," Bulma pointed to the next three wrapped items. One being a pair of white, gold tipped boats, the second being white gloves, the last a navy blue spandex suit. Vegeta felt his lips part slightly in shock as he looked upon his first gift in its totality. "My combat uniform."

Bulma smiled as she watched his expression closely. He almost looked pleased. "I tried to copy the one you had back on Namek as much as possible. I know it's not identical, but I thought it was close enough to the real thing."

"It's adequate," Vegeta admitted briskly as he cleared his throat and placed the suit on the floor next to him. He then returned to his typically stoic expression as he pulled out the next item in the box. It was square and slightly heavy for its size. But nothing was as surprising as it's scent. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. Vegeta once again quickly discarded the tissue paper as he looked down at his next gift. He smirked as he realized that the woman was more observant than he had given her credit for.

"Yea, I bet you thought I would never figure out who always ate those chocolate covered cherries Yamcha always sent to me. It was pretty obvious you have a fixation for them when you'd interrupt your training to steal some." Bulma noted, gaining a chuckle from her Saiya-jin counterpart.

"Those chocolates were the only things that worthless mate of yours ever brought with him," the pair froze as the surprisingly awkward subject was brought up. Bulma tried to ignore it however as she pointed back to the box.

"You can eat those later," she explained, "you still have one more gift inside, and it happens to be my favorite." She licked her lips in anticipation.

Vegeta could hardly imagine the woman finding another gift more interesting than the others, but he was enticed to look nonetheless. The last gift was small and light. He slowly ripped off the tissue paper as he observed his final gift with bewilderment, before an almost angered, and possibly embarrassed, look covered his face.

Bulma laughed at his reaction before she took the gift from him. "They're not for you," she explained as she pressed the leather thong and matching strapless bra against her figure. "They're for me to wear for you, silly."

Vegeta's classic smirk crossed his lips as his mind was already envisioning the sight. "Do show me," he encouraged as his mate returned his smirk before hopping off of the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

He looked back down into the now empty box and felt an almost genuine smile creep across his face. No one had ever done anything like this for him; given him gifts for unselfish reasons. Not only that, but thoughtful gifts. He couldn't say he disliked a single one of them. But what had he done to deserve it? Why had she gone to all the trouble when she knew he would never whisper a mere thank you for them? Perhaps he would never know, but at that moment he was almost glad this had happened. Pleased that the pair had been forced into such confusing and awkward circumstances. He actually enjoyed being treated like this, like a real man, a real being, cared for, almost...

Vegeta felt a strange pause overtake him as he watched the woman rejoin him in his 'birthday gift.' The sight was breath taking. Not only were her perfect curves accented by the meager cut of the bra and thong, but leather… It enticed his warrior nature more than even he could admit. She looked delectable.

"What do you think of your gift?" Bulma asked in a seductive tone as she slowly walked over to her prince, swaying her hips in an almost hypnotic motion. She paused right in front of him and turned slowly, stopping with her back to him, making certain he had a perfect view of the rough thong.

"Adequate," Vegeta forced down a gulp that was catching in his throat as he watched Bulma crawl onto the bed, and over to him. She braced one hand on either of his knees as she arched her back forward, allowing her mate a perfect view of her ample cleavage.

"Like what you see?" She asked as she brought her lips forward to his neck, kissing him softly. "I guess you do," she chuckled as she glanced down at the bulge in his pants. "What do you say we try this once, for real, before you lose all control?" Bulma asked rather wantonly as she kissed her way up to his face. "Just once," she whispered again as she kissed his cheek.

For as much as he was a rough and wild man, the thought of taking her once, softly, fully, and slowly, sounded more appealing than he would ever admit to. "Just once," he repeated as he gently slid his hands around the woman's small waist.

If for only once in his life, Vegeta wanted to do this the right way. He wanted all of her, not out of sheer lust, but out of some other emotion that he could not quite describe at that moment. He wanted to take her slowly, listening to her moan his name. He wanted to feel that perfect unity where dependence and dominance blend into one passionate moment. He wanted, if only once, to know the genuine affection of a woman. This woman.

Bulma closed her eyes as she laid back and allowed her Saiya-jin mate to ignite parts of her body she had never felt react before. He was soft and gentle as he took complete control of her being. What neither really knew as they became one that last time was that both were giving more than just their bodies to the other. They were both fulfilling the silent request each agreed to with the simple words of 'just once.' They agreed to everything. The complete union of mind, body and soul.

As the two laid together that one time, before the setting of the sun, and before reality checked in, they did what neither had ever truly experienced before. They made love.

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Author's Note: Awe, I love ending on a sweet note. All right, the next chapter is the morning after. The rut is over and things must go back to normal. Or will they? Well you will all just have to wait and see. Next chapter in a few…