Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Fill Me Up ( Chapter 23 )

~~`` Chapter. Fill me Up 22

you fill me up, you're in my veins

a look could take my breath away

and all these things, you give away

sometimes i take for granted---Staind

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Bulma wasn't surprised to find the place empty, knowing that is the only way Vegeta would ever step into a restaurant with her so there was no one that would gawk at his large appetite. He had learned his lesson long ago and never would he have those humans stare at him with food falling from their open mouths as he swallowed his twelfth plate of ribs.

Bulma let the manager carefully take off her coat and hand it to waiter. She took her gaze to her husband who had just handed his own coat to the waiting servant. She wondered briefly if he would do what she knew he wouldn't. He had done it once but that was when they were walking down the aisle after becoming husband and wife.

She smiled though as he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his large chest before he began to strut away. Bulma took that as a 'Fine, go ahead, but I swear I'll hate every minute of it and you'll regret it later' kind of look and caught up with him, squeezing her hand through his bulging biceps and forearm, resting her fingers between the flexing muscles.

The manager led the couple down the red velvet staircase that led into the gigantic tile floor ballroom. Bulma's eyes raised to the roof where the golden, bright chandelier hung from the mirrored ceiling. She smiled at her reflection before bringing her eyes before her as they entered the empty dining room where multiple tables were set among the large space, of course no one sitting in them like usual. Several waiters stood along the side bowing in respect as the two stepped down the carpet steps.

Bulma let her eyes secretly go her Sayian, seeing his flawless features in pure arrogance and pride. He must be feeling like a prince again having people bow to him in such a way. She wondered if he missed that kind of life. She wondered if he remembered that kind of life.

They were led out into the glass room, over looking the sea. The table set for them was wrapped in a navy blue table clothe, dining material all ready set for them plus a small candle lit in the middle. The two waiters that were standing next to both their chairs pulled them out. Bulma smiled in thanks before giggling as Vegeta grabbed his own chair and tucked himself in causing the poor server to become frightened for a future punishment by his manager since he was chosen for this special day and screwed up.

They served Bulma's favorite wine and of course, Vegeta had just gotten a water, never drinking that stuff ever again. After ordering their large quantity of food and knowing it would take about an hour for all of it to be ready, Bulma finally asked, "How?"

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow before downing his glass of water. A waiter instantly refilling it. "How what?"

"How did you get this place? This must be costing a good hundred thousand."

"If you must know, I told your old man to call up this place. That is how."

"How did you get my dress?"

Vegeta chuckled, "That." He stalled, "Is a long story."

"Oh, Kami. You didn't kill anybody did you?"

He 'humphed', "I should of." He mumbled.

Bulma leaned back in her chair, smiling contentedly at her husband, amazed by even him sometimes and the things he does. It was time like these she regretted ever thinking that he didn't love her. It was so obvious in every action he did. Every word that he said to her, every rude comment and mean gesture. Why was it so hard to see at times? Could it be her own doubt? Her own thoughts that made her believe that Vegeta felt nothing for her? Or was it that she was just human? And that no matter how much she knew, it was reassuring to hear it or see it.

"What?" He nearly growled getting tired of her staring at him.

Blush quickly spread to her cheeks causing Vegeta to smirk realize what she was thinking. "I. I was just thinking how handsome you look." With that she took a swig of her wine.

"Don't I always?" Vegeta boasted.

"No." Bulma answered bluntly, giggling at his glaring eyes.

Vegeta's eyes darted around, taking in a deep breath as he realized what he was going to do. He was surly going to regret it, that was for sure but then again, tonight when she is thanking him it just might not be so bad. Vegeta pulled from his chair, feeling Bulma's eyes gawk at him in confusion flickering her eyes from his face to his hand and back again.

Bulma had no idea what he wanted but she had trust in every move that he made so she let her hand fall into his, being lifted from her seat. He pulled her through the hallway that they had just come from and into the ballroom. A large pleased grin to stretched Bulma's red lips. He flicked her around so her body was adjacent to his, holding her only an inch away with one hand resting on the small of her back and the other holding her hand up in the hair. She rested her hand on his shoulder, curling her fingers with his hand.

A violin soon started in a sweet slow tone shortly followed by the depressing notes of a piano. But right now, Bulma could only stare into her husband's solid black eyes, cherishing the feeling of dancing with him, something that had only happened at the wedding thirteen years ago.

A thought Bulma couldn't ignore, she asked, "Where did you learn to dance?"

Vegeta shrugged carelessly, "I saw it in a movie."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"And you learned it all in one showing of it?"

"I have photographic memory, Onna. I remember everything."

Bulma's eyes widened, belittling herself for not remembering that almost vital detail. It was a large known fact that Sayian mind's were more upgraded then that of a human. They had the ability to be telepathic, to read minds, and if trained enough, be telekinetic. Their memories were far out astounding to the highest degree. Vegeta could tell her what she wearing five weeks ago. Or he could tell her the date, time, and what everyone around them were doing during a war that happened thirty years ago. And somehow with that thought the amazement left. Her smile faded. If he could remember such pointless things, just imagine how vivid his nightmares were…

"That's enough." Vegeta stated, stepping from her arms. They had been dancing for ten minutes and obviously Vegeta was getting bored. They pre-meal salads were on the table when they returned.

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Dinner had gone over well. Vegeta had certainly had his fill with the never ending plates of spare ribs and rice, his favorite meal in the world. Bulma had sat back and watch him fill up after eating her small share of chicken and mashed potatoes, still in awe as to how much a Sayian body can consume.

It was two hours before they left that place, going out onto the beach, losing their shoes somewhere along the way. They now stared out onto the ocean, the half-moon shined down upon them, reflecting off the calming water of the Pacific. The large smashing waves and the occasional chirp from a cricket was the only sound in the cold night sky of early November. She wondered briefly when the first snowfall would take place. It usually started around her birthday. Just thinking about snow made Bulma shiver as she remembered just how cold she was in this silk dress that did nil to warming her along with the sash that was wrapped tightly around her shoulders.

Bulma looked around, finding no lights or people along the line of the horizon. They must have walked far, still without a word the whole way. Bulma didn't mind it so much but now that her teeth were chattering and her body was shaking, she weakly announced, "I think it's time to go home."

Vegeta who was perfectly content with the weather frowned, "Why?"

"Because I am freezing!" She exclaimed.

"Weakling." He muttered, shaking head mostly angry with himself. He'll admit, he forgets at times that Bulma doesn't have the abilities like almost everyone else that was in 'the gang'. He should have known that being out in below freezing temperatures was going to catch up with her. Vegeta flicked his jacket that he was holding over his shoulder and flung it at her allowing her to scramble at putting it over her cold body.

Thinking before hand about the coldness that was sure to come, Vegeta dug in his pocket to pull out a small capsule and let it pop out on the ground. The woman instantly jumped into the laid out blanket and wrapped it around her form. Vegeta scoffed but took a seat next to her, gazing heavily out into the ocean, never once seeing things like this on his own planet way back when. Vegeta-sei didn't have oceans. They had lakes but none of them made that calming and addictive music of waves crashing against the shoreline. Nor looked as pure and transparent as the waters of the Earth.

Bulma who was now warm enough to calm her chattering teeth glanced at her husband. Still wrapped in the warm flannel blanket, Bulma scooted to his side resting her head against his shoulder. "Vegeta?"

"Hm?" His shoulders bounced with his response.

"Make love to me."

Vegeta smirked out into the night, not surprised at all by her request. He could smell her need as much as the salty perfumes of the ocean. He was relieved to find that her heat was fading. Though he could still smell it, which was perfectly fine with him, but this meant it wouldn't hurt her to mate. Something they haven't done in three nights.

Bulma laid back, opening her blanket up to take the Sayian in. Vegeta turned his body and leaned down on his arms that rested on both sides of her body, gently capturing her lips while lowering himself upon her, legs mingling together.

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Bulma rested snuggled into her husband's embrace along with the blanket that wrapped tightly around her naked form as Vegeta flew them home. After a half an hour of making love on the sand, Vegeta had gotten their sweaty forms up and moved into the crisp and almost frozen water of the Pacific ocean. But neither felt anything. Bulma had her limps wrapped around Vegeta's neck and waist, his embracing her back keeping his ki to the extreme to keep both of them nice and warm as they just floated inside the sandy water. Shortly after entering they, once again began kissing hungrily. After mating in the water, Vegeta had told her one more surprise laid ahead of her and that if they didn't get home, she was never going to get it. Bulma could just imagine what it was this time but hadn't much cared since she was still blown away by the passionate actions they had committed. Surprisingly though, she didn't feel one ounce tired. Her body knew there was much more to come giving her more energy then normal.

They landed on their bedroom balcony, Vegeta pressed the code to enter the well-protected Capsule house. He set his young mate down letting her open the door for them to enter, "Shower." He instructed, kneeling beside the bed and pulling out a medium sized box and shoving it into her hand before leaving the room once again.

Bulma stared at the doorway for a moment, then examining her box in bewilderment. He wasn't even going to shower with her…again. He surely was acting weird with that. Guess he wanted to go about it differently.

One thing about Vegeta Bulma would never tire of, is obviously the sex. She may be old and they may have coupled more times then Zeus himself but damn it was never boring. He always came up with weird positions, sometimes scaring Bulma on how anyone could ever get into the position he described, or tried to anyway. He usually just took control and put her in the pose he wanted, causing Bulma to get a little worried on how she was going to ever stand or sit again.

Bulma let the blanket drop, the box still in hand as she went into the bathroom, turning the shower on full heat, wanting to get the sick smell of salt off her form. She stepped in sighing out in relaxation as the warmth smoothed along her form rolling along her curves to her dainty feet.

Yamcha, her first lover, had been so awful compared to Vegeta. Don't get her wrong, Yamcha was a amazing at the time, since he was the only one she had ever experienced. He had a nice body, a great personality, but compared to Vegeta a little small in the most important features between his legs.

She'll admit, cheating on him with Vegeta was not the smartest thing to do. He had taken it pretty hard, if you think calling her a slut and then denying any conversation with her for two months was taking it hard. Bulma knew she should have been more mature in dealing with their failing relationship but the obvious attraction she felt for the mysterious Sayian was so hard to deny when faced with. Yamcha and her had a fight hours before and she needed to escape. And what better way then with an eye candy like Vegeta?

How was she to know that the night they finally took part in something they both wanted that Bulma would realize that she was in love with the egotistic maniac? Afterwards, waking up alone, finding out that Vegeta had left the planet had certainly tore her apart. She didn't cry. No, she just screamed to all the heavens and hells to Chi-Chi about how she was going to kill the son-of-a-bitch when he returned.

Bulma knew she couldn't keep it from Yamcha and out of respect for him, told him what happened. He stopped talking to her for two months before finally showing up at her doorstep with the words 'we need to talk'. For a few hours Bulma explained why she did it to her now ex-boyfriend until he finally accepted it but was still angry. From there on the two worked hard to gain each other's friendships back until a month later, it was getting plainly obvious that something was causing Bulma to be sick. A bombshell dropped down on them when the words, 'You're pregnant', was released from the doctor's lips. And once again, Yamcha left returning a few days later quite angry and ashamed. It was then he admitted to her that he had plans to marry her and have her carry his child instead of that of his enemy.

Bulma had been no less then shocked at that admission considering how non-serious Yamcha had been about their relationship, which resulted in Bulma cheating on him. But despite his anger, he stayed by her side and helped take care of her through the painful experience that was pregnancy.

When Vegeta had come back and then once again left, Bulma was too angry to really go about things rationally. And from there on fights were constant in the Briefs household.

Bulma sighed as she moved out of the shower, quickly drying herself off and hurrying with a smile to open the present that she was given with eager anticipation. But her grin faltered as she pulled out the blood red, what she concluded were garments after turning them this way and that. "Vegeta!" Bulma yelled out from behind the bathroom door.

"What!" Came his angered reply.

"What the hell is this!?"

"Just shut up and put it on, Onna!"

"'Put it on'!? It's string all bundled together!"

Vegeta chuckled but made no room to reply. It was something that she would have to figure out all on her own. Hell, he didn't even know how it would go. He just saw it on that computer thing, it was on a female model and he thought it would look extremely good on his own woman so he quickly ordered it.

Never had he brought something like that for her but he knew it was a husband thing to do after seeing it on that show Roseanne. The woman seemed to love that show and watch it constantly no matter how old the show was. He would admit even he laughed at some of the things that were going on but in the beginning of his stay on this planet, all TV shows were pointless to him since he didn't understand any of the jokes the woman would laugh at. But since becoming mates with the human he was allowed to ask questions as to why she laughed without feeling entirely stupid.

After seeing that episode, Vegeta made sure never to step foot into one of those stores so instead the Internet seemed the best option. And hopefully all of his planning will award him.

Vegeta stood, almost impatient and paced the floor of the room, eagerly waiting to see his mate in the piece he got for her. He looked down at his own self, quickly examining his navy silk boxers, surprisingly feeling a bit nervous about tonight but he'll be damned if he ever told even him self that. Vegeta really didn't understand why he would feel such, but he had taken his time in planning this night out and if anything were to go wrong, no doubt he wouldn't hear the end of it.

Vegeta questioned himself on why he had taken his time. Usually shit like this was stupid to him, which it still was, but why did he do more then even she expected? It wasn't like this Birth Day was any different from the last. It wasn't like they will be doing anything else tonight but the usually. So why had he taken his valuable training time in finding everything for the event tonight?

While pacing the ground next to the new sheeted bed, Vegeta thought of possible reasons. Was it for guilt? Guilt for what? He hadn't done anything wrong in the past month besides harming the boy. Was that it? No, it had nothing to do with the woman. Was it jealousy? Was he trying to keep Bulma from running away with another man? A man that didn't have nightmares, or was a threat to his own family?

Or did he himself believe that their union was starting to deteriorate? Vegeta scoffed at that. Impossible. For a Sayian anyway. What if she thought it? Worse, what if she felt that way?

If he wasn't nervous before, he certainly felt it in the pit of his stomach. He needed to relax. Vegeta took in deep breaths from his nose as he nearly stomped on the floor he had been treading for the past five minutes. What the hell was taking her so long? "Onna!" He yelled having no patience left to deal with her.

"I'm not coming!"

Vegeta smirked but shook his head to get rid of his dirty thoughts, "Get out here at once!" He ordered.

"No!"

He frowned, "Well, why not?" He hadn't meant to sound offended for he surely wasn't. Vegeta stepped over to the door.

"How could you buy me this…thing!?"

"Do you want me to answer that?" He questioned with humor before once against scowling, "Open the door, woman."

"No! I am not coming out wearing strings!"

"Onna, you know I can easily break the lock."

"Don't you do it!" She threatened.

The tone of her voice made his hand drop from the knob. She would shriek and holler and then sleep somewhere else other then with him and that he couldn't have. "What is wrong, Onna?" He angrily asked trying to calm himself. Here he was thinking that this evening just might go as planned and she wants to fuck it up!

"Vegeta…" She pouted. Bulma stared at herself in the mirror, not having the will to look further then her teary face, "I'm too old for this."

Vegeta heard the whisper of admittance and nearly fell over. He rolled his eyes. Women and their defects! There is always something the matter with them no matter how perfect there are. "You are not." He growled gently trying not to sound too mean but at the moment, no patience were held in Vegeta to be 'nice'.

"Yes I am."

"Are you tearing?!" Vegeta yelled shocked by the sniffling he heard from within the door.

"No…"

"Woman get out here this instant!" He stomped his foot in finality.

"You're going to laugh."

Vegeta chuckled gently, backing away from the doorway, "I can assure you I won't."

"Fine." She replied with weak anger.

Vegeta stood next to the bed, arms crossed over his bare chest waiting for his weeping mate to exit from the bathroom where she has spent a half an hour in. If she took one minute longer, he swore to all of hell that he would blast that door down consequences be damned!

He nearly sighed in relief when the lock clicked and the door finally opened.

Bulma timidly held her head down, too afraid to look on her lover's face when he saw her in such a piece of clothe that covered nothing. She hadn't even seen the point of it. But wearing something like this instead of coming out completely naked was so far worse because it reminded her of exactly how old she was going to be. She had two children, women her age with a family don't wear clothes like this! It wasn't right.

Stepping from the cover of the door, Bulma stalled in front of it, staring at the ground and waiting for whatever insults were sure to come her way.

Vegeta faltered his smug expression as he got view of the true aspects of his mate. Seriously, Vegeta knew how gorgeous his wife was. He knew every curve, every surve and every dip that created her perfect form. Never once in the years that he had met her had he ever thought someone more beautiful. Even when she tried so desperately hard to get him to realize she wasn't what she use to be, Vegeta still saw what he had seen the first time he touched her. Nothing for him changed even if her thoughts about herself had.

And now that she stood there, Vegeta could proudly say only to himself, she was his. Vegeta let his eyes start the road of her body at the top. A strap was wrapped around her neck, her chest open to the air. Her breasts were wrapped by a thin strip only the width of her nipple, binding the tight plump against her body, pushing the precious meat back. Her flat stomach was naked down to her hips were a small cloth hung over the apex of her legs. A ribbon swirled down her legs till they fastened at the knee.

Vegeta swallowed hard before choking out, "Turn around."

With reluctance, Bulma obeyed still with a bowed head.

Vegeta stumbled with control as her back had a cross going down attaching to a string on her hip line, holding her lower portion in place and a small thin strap that disappeared between her plump buttocks. "Bulma…" He whispered so astounded by her form.

Bulma turned at the sound of her name off his lips. Her anxiety caused her whole body to shake where it stood as she let her husband take in what he had agreed to have for the rest of their lives. She felt so vulnerable wearing it but hadn't wanted to really argue with him since he did go out of his way to get her this. It was obvious he wanted to see her in it.

But it brought a painful thought to Bulma's mind. What if he only bought this because he was getting bored with just looking at her? Maybe he wanted a little more adventure in the bedroom. The things he does may be enough to satisfy her but did it for him and his Sayian appetite?

Not one to cower, Bulma took a deep, calming breath, slowly lifting her eyes up to her husband, relaxing at the sight of his boxer clad form. He was so muscled every where, it always drove her thoughts wild. So damn sexy. Never will he have to worry about wilting like a human does. Sayians just don't. They stay the same way for the rest of their lives, never do their bodies deteriorate.

When she reached his face, Bulma could have died with overwhelmed relief at the smirk that laid on his gorgeous features. He looked pleased. He actually looked pleased with what he saw. Bulma smiled weakly still with squinted, worried eyes.

His orbs flickered. Bulma took that as a hint to look around. Her eyes widened when she saw their bed, newly clothed with navy silk sheets. Vegeta had always liked silk for some odd reason. She had found that out many years ago. He had explained that it was close to a type of material on his home planet.

Bulma noticed the lighting a bit dim and realized it was just lit by candles. She smiled at his attempt at romance, something that she had realized he wasn't very good at.

Taking a quick glance down at herself, "I didn't think I would need the boots." She admitted before taking a few shy steps towards her husband, "W…What do you think? Should I change? I'll go change." She was quick to go but was halted by Vegeta's hand gripping her arm and his chuckling.

"Calm your nerves woman. You are shaking." He stated while pulling her to stand in front of him.

"I'm too old for this, Vegeta." She pleaded with her eyes to let her go change.

"Nonsense." He scoffed.

"So…then…you like it?"

"I bought it didn't I?" He answered smugly but the doubt never left her eyes. Well, he would just have to prove her wrong. Vegeta stepped closer to her, the hand that held her arm moved up to her chin, tilting it up so she would look at him. "If you don't want to believe it, Onna. Then I would advise you not to look down." He smirked as her cheeks burned, her eyes swallowed by the dark hue color, heightening the depth of them. Vegeta rose his large hand to gently wiped the water from her cheek, squinting his eyes in confusion, "What are these for?"

Bulma turned her head away, slightly ashamed at the tears that fell. "I was afraid you wouldn't…" She sighed, taking in a shaking breath before she bluntly stated, "I was afraid you would take one look at me and realize your mistake." Pulling away to plop on the silk sheets depressingly. Bulma nervously picked at the strips on her thigh. "I am human, Vegeta. You're going to be perfect while I'm going to waste away."

"And you are just now realizing this?" He answered snobbishly only to notice that his joke did more harm then good. Vegeta rolled his eyes. Why did he have to deal with this tonight!? Why couldn't she have self-doubts tomorrow while he was in the GR? "Could you do this tomorrow, Woman?" Vegeta asked almost pleadingly.

Bulma looked up at him, anger burning with in her blue orbs, squinting with such animosity before it suddenly lightened as she smiled, "I'm sorry. Here I am wallowing in self-pity after everything you did for me tonight."

Vegeta smirked, stepping in front of her sitting form, leaning down, causing her to lay back as he crawled over her. "Apology not accepted." He nipped her nose, his eyes glancing down to her heaving chest as she numbly stared up at him from her passive position.

"OH?" She whispered, voice shaking as she felt his knees compress the bed with her body between them. "What can I do…to…" Her trembling lips were caught with his as he nibbled on them before boldly smashing his lips against hers becoming a deep, passionate kiss, tongues diving in each one's wide mouths.