Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forget About the Date ❯ Forget About the Date ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Forget About the Date
by: SMK

DISCLAIMER: I'm keeping it real. I don't own DBZ or anything associated with it. I just think that Vegeta is super hot! Also, I mention Barry White in this story, God rest his soul. I don't own any of his stuff either. And before anyone says anything, Vegeta actually DOES have a heart...sort of. By the way, this one’s a big ass lemon because of language and graphic sexual situations which means it's a no-no for those who are under 18. I know this doesn't exactly follow the actual storyline, so I don't want to hear it. This is MY original, so there! Lol, please enjoy this, my first attempt at a DBZ fanfic.

Namek is such a beautiful planet and the people here are nice. It was so nice to come here with Goku to get away from the chaos I called my life on Earth. I was taking a leisurely stroll when I came across Goku training with this man I'd never seen before in my life. His stamina was truly awesome and he kept up with Goku's attacks. And he's a way better fighter, from what I could see, than that bastard, Yamcha. God, he's such a prick for what he did to me. I wish I could rip his head clear off his shoulders and hold it in my hand and...

“YO, BULMA! GET OUT OF THE WAY, NOWWWWWWWWWW!!"

“Huh?”

Goku was yelling at me and I didn’t even pay attention. I heard him, yet I just stood there dumbfounded. Goku’s attack was coming right at me. Luckily for me, Goku's training partner came to my rescue by sweeping me off my feet mere seconds before Goku's attack would have hit me. It feels like I’m in Heaven.

“Damn you, woman!” His voice was scratchy, yet oh so soothing at the same time. I truly wanted to melt in his arms.

"Who the hell are you?”

“I am Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans. Got a problem with that, woman?” Vegeta's words stabbed me like daggers as he put me back down on the ground.

“Um...no, and thank you for saving me. And my name is Bulma. I resent being addressed as woman.”

"Whatever...woman."

"Gee, I'm really sorry, you guys," Goku chimed. "I guess I'm stronger than I thought I was."

“Kakarot, you jackass! Watch where the fuck you're attacking! And you, woman, should get the hell out of the way next time and stop living in a dream world."

At this point, I'm thinking Vegeta is a pompous idiot who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. I wasn’t sure whether to be happy that he cared or be angry that he just insulted me. No matter. I fell in love with him at that moment, and I don’t even know why.

“Well, nobody asked you anyway, Vegeta, so kindly butt out!” I was fuming by this time.

He looked at me with his dark eyes and half smiled. Is he aware of my feelings for him?

"Kiss my ass, woman."

Vegeta smacked his buttocks with his right hand as he turned and walked away. He was snickering as he made his way back over to where Goku was standing to resume their sparring. By this point, my blood was boiling and all I wanted to do was rip his egotistical head right off his shoulders.

“You okay, Bulma?” Goku inquired of me.

I simply nodded because I was enveloped in the warm feeling I had from being in Vegeta’s muscular embrace. I was instantly given a reality check when he let me go. My skin felt clammy and cold at the same time. I don’t know what to make of this.

“Let’s finish our training, Kakarot. I don't have time to be bothered by this stupid ass woman.”

“Fuck off, Vegeta!" I screamed at him. "Go ahead and train; see if I care!"

“All right, then,” replied Goku with a grin. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy the show.”

“You shouldn't care,” Vegeta added. "Just don't expect me to get you of of the way again, fool."

Although he was acting like a jackass, I just wanted to see Vegeta’s skills since I already knew that Goku was a phenomenal fighter. To add insult to injury, there was something about him that made me feel all warm inside. Why the hell would I be attracted to such a jerk? Heh, he would surely give Yamcha a run for his money.

Goku and Vegeta continued their training exercises as I sat under a nearby tree with my thoughts. For reasons of which I had no idea, I wanted to ask Vegeta out for a date. There was something about this man that drove me completely insane whenever I was around him.

“I think she likes you, Vegeta,” chimed Goku. “Why not ask her out?”

“HELL NO! FUCK THAT, ” Vegeta roared. "There is no way in hell that I would ever do anything with or for that woman, or any woman for that matter. She's annoying and stupid as hell and I don't want any part of it whatsoever, end of discussion."

"I've known Bulma for a long time," responded Goku, "since I was a kid and I saw that gleam in her eye, man. Why not just talk to her and get to know her?"

"I SAID NO, GOD DAMN IT!" Vegeta's yelling could have broken the sound barrier.

"You're making a big mistake, Vegeta," goaded Goku. "I didn't think I'd ever find anyone, but then I met Chi-Chi. We love each other unconditionally and we have Gohan. My life couldn't be any better. I just want to see you happy, Vegeta. Would you at least try for me, please?"

"GOD DAMN IT, no matter how much you beg, Kakarot, the answer is still NO! I DO NOT WANT ANY RELATIONS WITH THAT WOMAN, OR ANY WOMAN FOR THAT MATTER, EVER!"

"Be that way, prick," I mumbled under my breath.

"Fine," answered Goku. "Be alone for the rest of your miserable life. All I'm trying to do is help you out. Do you appreciate it? No, you don't. Swallow your pride and ask her out before I blast you with my Super Kamehameha!"

“Son of a bitch. You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Vegeta growled at Goku.

Goku started laughing. “Nope.”

Vegeta heaved a heavy sigh. “Damn it, Kakarot. All right. I’ll go and talk to her once we’re finished here and YOU had better be gone when I do so!

“Hey, no problem there,” Goku responded. “I have to get something to eat since I'm starving to death here after sparring with you. Good luck and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

"Go fuck yourself, Kakarot," Vegeta mumbled under his breath as Goku waved.

"See you later, Bulma," Goku shouted. "I'm off to go fix some dinner before I go to sleep. See you tomorrow, you two."

I waved to Goku as he flew silently away to a nearby cave where he was staying. The houses on Namek weren't so bad. I guess Goku preferred roughing it.

"Blast that Kakarot! He thinks he can just order me around like a fucking child! I should just kill the bastard and be done with him! I've got to admit, however, that woman sure is beautiful. What the hell am I thinking? I will not allow myself to succumb to these strange emotions, not now, not ever!" Vegeta pondered to himself.

I saw from the corner of my eye Goku taking flight and Vegeta standing alone. He turned around and looked right at me, but I turned away bashfully. My heart began to race as I turned back to see him coming towards me. I thought I was going to faint when he sat down next to me.

“So, how long have you known Kakarot?” he asked me. "And quit acting like a coward! I have no desire to hurt you."

“Goku and I met on Earth and we’ve been friends ever since he was a little boy. I helped him in his quest to find the Dragonballs. I wanted to find them myself so I could wish for all the strawberries I could eat, since they're my absolute favorite fruit. Then I decided to wish for a boyfriend but that seemed kind of stupid, so I didn't bother. I live at Capsule Corporation with my parents where my dad and I build airships. I even invented a special Dragon Radar that helped us track down all seven Dragonballs.”

Vegeta’s eyes glanced over me as he nodded. I’m not sure, but I think he may like me, but I doubt it.

“Fascinating. Kakarot wants me to take you out on a date, whatever the hell that is. I normally take orders from no one, but I am doing this as a favor to him. Let's go so we can get this shit over with so I can be done with you once and for all."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, woman. Let's go!"

"Um...all right. When is a good time for you?" I asked.

Vegeta turned to the now setting sun. His profile was incredibly sexy. Tiny drops of sweat ran down his face and I could tell he was extremely nervous yet very bold. Then he started laughing, much to my surprise. Did I look funny or something?

“Never,” he smirked. "Saiyans don't date, or love for that matter." I truly wanted to punch his fucking lights out.

Vegeta was practically right in my face, but I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing hysterically. It would seem that his antics were funny to me, but I somehow knew it was all an act. I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face. Seeing Vegeta’s face turn a bright shade of red which further increased my laughter. I was obviously pissing him off, which made the situation even funnier, at least I thought so.

“What the hell? Woman, are you turning me down? HOW DARE YOU!? NO ONE TURNS DOWN THE SAIYAN PRINCE!”

"Well, you're the one who said never, you dumbass!" My laughter quickly subsided not long after Vegeta had his screaming fit. "And for the last fucking time, MY NAME IS BULMA!"

"WOMAN, I KNOW WHAT YOUR GOD DAMN NAME IS!"

"THEN I WOULD APPRECIATE YOU CALLING ME BY IT!"

"FUCK YOU, WOMAN, I DO WHAT I WANT!"

His yelling struck fear from deep within me as my laughter quickly subsided. My heart raced as if every beat was my last. I found it hard to breathe and began gasping for air. Vegeta was highly upset and, as a result, he turned and flew away, leaving me with my thoughts. All I wanted was for him to get cleaned up first.

“Vegeta, I just wanted to.....”

Damn it. He’s gone. Kami, he's so damned stubborn, just like me. Maybe I have more in common with this prick than I originally thought.

* * *

Meanwhile, at an undisclosed location on Namek...

“I need a hot shower after training with Kakarot.”

I stepped into the shower, after undressing, and let the water stream down my back. It burned a bit, yet it was so refreshing. I proceeded to wash up and turned off the faucets when I was finished.

“Ahhhh, much better.”

I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the bathroom. I couldn't get that damn woman out of my mind. What are these feelings I'm having? Perhaps I'm just kidding myself and she's in love with Kakarot. Wait, doesn't Kakarot already have a woman? Well, I won't worry about that now; it's not like I'll ever see her again. On my way to put clean clothes on, I was stopped in my tracks when someone was pounding furiously at the door.

“Who the hell could that be?” I thought to myself.

I opened the door just a crack so I could see who was outside. It was that woman whom I couldn't stand, yet there was something about her that made my skin crawl. She was wearing a red dress off the shoulders. Her aquamarine hair flowed freely over her bare shoulders. I’m fortunate that I am wearing this towel to hide my arousal as I gazed upon her beauty. This was my chance to redeem myself. I most definitely wanted her in my life, but I didn’t have the guts to tell her. Besides, the Saiyan Prince has a reputation to keep. I'll just get rid of her so I don't have to deal with these feelings I'm having right now.

“It’s fucking cold out here, Vegeta! Let me in, please!”

"Give me a god damn minute, woman!"

I wasn’t about to let her freeze to death, so I invited her inside. She looked even more radiant than our first encounter. I almost wished I didn’t have to put clothes on, but there was no way in hell I was going to make her aware of that. Saiyans aren't supposed to love, or so I thought.

"What the fuck are you doing here, woman?"

"For your information, I came to apologize for laughing in your face. I know it was very rude of me and I'm sorry, okay? AND STOP CALLING ME WOMAN! MY NAME IS BULMA!"

“Whatever, bitch. Sit down and get warmed up while I go get dressed. I just got of of the shower and I'm freezing my ass off."

"Don't you call me a bitch either!" she fired while pointing her finger in my face.

Kami, I wanted to kill her right then and there, but I couldn't. Damn it! I won't allow myself to succumb to this! Why the hell is she doing this to me? It's tearing me apart!

I gazed at her hips swaying past me as she made her way over to the couch and sat down. Kami, I wanted her, I needed her. NO! Ugh, I can't get her out of my mind. Damn you, Bulma Briefs!

"Sit. I will return shortly."

* * *

As the arrogant Prince stormed off to get dressed, I went over to the couch and made myself comfortable. Did Vegeta really have to spoil it by getting dressed? Calm down, girl. He can’t know; not yet. I still can't figure out why he's being such a dickhead! What does he have to hide anyway?

“Okay. Take your time. I’ll be here.”

Vegeta left the room and came back a few minutes later still in his towel, much to my surprise. I guess he really didn't want to get dressed after all and that's definitely a good thing. All that I could smell his after shave and it drove me insane. He looked stunningly handsome. All of a sudden, a warm, soothing feeling enveloped my body, a feeling I once had whenever I was with Yamcha. No, scratch that. This feeling is MUCH better.

"I thought you were going to get dressed," I sneered at Vegeta.

"Do you have a problem with the fact that I changed my mind?" he snapped.

"No."

My eyes studied his masculine form adoringly. I couldn't help but stare. The realization that this guy is a royal asshole slipped momentarily from my mind as I eyed his towel wondering what he was hiding beneath it.

“Heh. Like what you see, do you?” he asked me as he sat next to me.

The smirk on his face told me he was toying with me and I was playing right into his hand. I didn't care. I rather enjoyed this little head game.

“Well, as a matter of fact, I do, thank you. What about you? You've been staring pretty hard all night long.”

“You don’t look half bad yourself. Where do you want to go? I want to get this shit over with as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, and it doesn’t matter where we go. But shouldn't you get dressed first?”

"I'll get dressed when I'm damn good and ready, woman!"

I know I was blushing but it didn’t matter. What I really wanted was to take the grand tour of his bedroom, if you know what I mean. Yet, I still wondered why he was so cold, so I mustered up the courage to ask him point blank.

"Before we go anywhere, I have a question for you. Why the HELL are you being so fucking ignorant to me? You're so cold hearted! What did I do to you to be treated this way! You piss me off, Vegeta, big time, but for some reason, I'm getting turned on by it. Kami help me, but I think I'm in love with you."

Vegeta’s eyes widened in surprise as I took a long, hard swallow. Did I just say that out loud? Hello, humiliation and hello, Vegeta's wrath.

“WHAT?! You don't even fucking know me, woman. How the hell have you come to this conclusion?"

"All right. Knock it off with the tough guy act, you fucking jerk-off. I happen to have feelings, not that you would know what that means!"

"I-I don't understand," Vegeta stammered. "Most people think I'm a conceited, insensitive bastard with no heart . Why are you going out of your way to be nice to me?"

“Well, I’m not most people.” What a way to break the ice.

I barely got the words out. That’s because Vegeta pulled me onto his lap and pressed his lips firmly against mine. I quickly responded by draping my arms around his shoulders as his ungloved hands slid down to my hips. His touch sent a relaxing shiver down my spine. The kiss grew deeper as our tongues caressed one another and I felt a distinctive bulge underneath his towel. We pulled away from each other out of breath. As I gasped for air, I looked at him with widened eyes. I was in complete and utter shock from what just happened.

“Is that what you wanted?” Much to my surprise, Vegeta was actually smiling.

"Y-yes," I panted as I looked him square in the eyes. "I love you, Vegeta, and I want to be with you."

"What the fuck are you talking about, woman? You must be insane! Besides, I've already told you that Saiyans don't love."

"Do you have any fucking clue what love is, Vegeta? Have you actually experienced it?"

"No!" he grumbled. "If you know so damn much about it, why don't you explain it to me?"

"I-I don't know how to explain it, but I'll try. Love is a feeling that makes you feel all warm inside, especially when you're with someone special. Usually, when two people love each other, they show it by having sex. Sex is..."

"I know what sex is, idiot," he sarcastically replied. "I've done that before."

"Well, so have I, so there! And it's a fucking wonder that anyone would sleep with your arrogant ass!"

Vegeta grunted and kissed me once more. His tongue parted my lips almost immediately and I kindly obliged. I felt his hands brushing over my shoulders and wandering down my sides to my waist once more. My hands, too, began wandering. They nonchalantly wandered to his bath towel as my fingers struggled to unfasten it. Vegeta sensed my actions and grabbed both of my wrists with a rather firm grip. I honestly thought he was going to break my wrists with his bare hands.

"Not so fast, woman. Come with me."

Before I could answer, Vegeta pulled me off the couch and walked me down a dark hallway. He flung the door open to reveal his bedroom. The king sized bed was placed in the middle of the room and it was most definitely fit for a Prince. The walls were navy blue with gold trim. It was breathtaking.

Vegeta motioned for me to sit on his bed and I did so. He reached down with his right hand and grabbed his towel to remove it. I turned a whiter shade of pale and fear struck deep within me. I wanted him to make love to me, but my instincts were telling me otherwise.

“What’s the matter, woman?” Vegeta asked. "Haven't you ever seen a naked man before?"

"Of course I have, you ass!"

"Then what's the problem?"

“Something doesn’t feel right about this. I mean, we just met and all. I’m sorry. Furthermore, I'm sick and tired of you calling me woman. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times that my name is Bulma, damn it!”

Vegeta heaved a heavy, disgusted sigh and I thought he was going to start yelling at me again, but he didn’t. He just walked over to a chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of pants, a pair of briefs and two tee shirts.

“Then why the hell did you come here?” Vegeta asked as he proceeded to get dressed. I really wasn’t ready to see him naked so I drew the blankets up over my head.

"Because I want to get to know you, you fucking moron!"

“You can come out now,” said a fully dressed Vegeta as he pelted me with the other tee shirt he pulled from his drawer. “Put this on so you’ll be more comfortable and I’ll go make some popcorn.”

Popcorn? At a time like this? Kami, I basically threw myself at him and had a sudden change of heart. I felt horrible about disappointing Vegeta, but I had to do what was right. If he truly loves me, he’ll wait until I’m ready. I pulled my dress up over my head along with my slip and put on the navy blue tee shirt that Vegeta threw at me. His smell was all over it. I folded my clothes and set them on the bureau and placed my shoes under it. And I kept my bra and panties on as not to tempt Vegeta.

“Are you comfortable?” Vegeta asked as he entered the room with a bowl of buttered popcorn. “So, you say you want to get to know me better. How so?"

Well, I wasn’t expecting that at all. Vegeta was actually being nice to me. I could almost feel the color draining from my face and my body tensed. It took me a few seconds to respond, and I did so by following my heart. I love this man.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"FUCK NO, WOMAN! My time was all spent on training to become the greatest Saiyan warrior, that is, until I saw you."
Vegeta's voice was starting to crack and I knew then that he did have feelings for me and was just too damned stubborn to admit it.

"I thought you said earlier that you'd had sex before, but yet you've never been with a woman? Stop feeding me bullshit and tell the truth!"

"Fine," he growled at me. "I know what sex is, but I've yet to experience it. Happy now?"

"Yes, and I promise I won't bite," I giggled. "Why don't you come over here and sit down next to me?"

“Whatever,” Vegeta nodded in agreement. “I just want to hold you in my arms and caress you. Like I said, people think I’m the biggest asshole in the universe and I want to prove to you that I’m not. Words can’t even describe how I’m feeling right now, but I like it. Want some popcorn?”

“Sure.”

Did he just express his feelings for me? Kami, for a second, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Vegeta handed the steaming hot bowl of popcorn to me as he climbed into bed and pulled the blankets up waist high. There I was sitting next to him and wearing his shirt. I don’t think this night could be any better, or could it?

“Give me some popcorn, damn it!” Vegeta demanded in his normal scratchy voice. I kindly obliged by taking an entire handful of popcorn and throwing it all over him. I once again started laughing like crazy.

“I think you need to learn some manners, Vegeta.”

“Fuck manners. I am who I am and you apparently disregard that fact. Deal with it or get the fuck out! By the way, I have feelings for you as well, if you haven't already figured it out."

“What did you say?” My voice cracked as the words came out of my mouth and my woman's intuition just proved me right.

“You heard me loud and clear! Don't make me say it again, damn you! Now, if you don't mind, I’d like to put a fucking movie on and enjoy some popcorn without you throwing it all over the damn bed, all right?”

"I thought Saiyans didn't have feelings."

Vegeta finally broke down. "Well, this one does. You are a female version of me. You're feisty and you don't take any shit from anyone, not to mention you're almost as stubborn as I am. Bulma, you and I are two of a kind."

I couldn’t believe my ears. He actually said he had feelings for me AND he called me by my name. I would guess that Vegeta is usually more of an introvert when it comes to his feelings. My mind drifted off to a far away place and I was oblivious to the fact that Vegeta was still bitching about the popcorn I threw at him. I didn’t care because the man I love truly loves me, too. Even though he didn't come right out and say he loved me, I somehow knew.

“EARTH TO BULMA! ARE YOU THERE?” Vegeta was yelling to get my attention. He then took some of the popcorn I threw at him and threw it all over me and some went down my shirt.

“I’m here, damn! I was just thinking about what you said, that’s all. Now why don’t you put that movie on so we can relax?”

“Very well,” Vegeta responded with a sheepish grin adorning his face. He took the VCR remote into his hand and pressed the play button. Then he took me in his arms while we polished off the popcorn.

"Wanna know something, Vegeta?"

"No, I don't. Shut the fuck up so I can hear the movie!"

"Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. Fate has brought us together and I truly believe that we are meant to be together."

"Whatever."

I started to chuckle as Vegeta flooded my neck with soft, subtle kisses which tickled yet felt good at the same time. I was satisfied with just being with him for now. I knew it would take some time for him to open up to me but I would willingly wait for him. The now empty popcorn bowl got kicked onto the floor as we fell asleep in each other's arms as fate would allow.

The next morning...

"Good morning, Bulma," Vegeta whispered after peeling his lips away from mine. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, thanks for asking. Seems like you were pretty comfortable as well."

"I couldn't sleep for shit."

"Why not?"

"Because of you, woman! You've invaded my thoughts!"

"I-I'm sorry. Maybe I should leave now."

"You'll do no such thing! I'm not letting you get away that easily."

"Just what do you mean by that, buster!?"

"Stay."

"Why should I?"

Vegeta gazed into my eyes and brushed his hand over my face. I closed my eyes and inhaled his intiscing scent which drove me insane. I felt his lips press against mine while he slid under the covers next to me and embraced me.

"Because I want you," panted Vegeta as he ripped the shirt I was wearing from my body, "no, I need you, Bulma."

He reached around and unfastened my bra with one hand while his other hand fumbled to relieve me of my panties. I shifted slightly allowing him free access to finish his task. I heard my clothes hit the floor as Vegeta pulled me towards him. I felt his erection rubbing against my leg and his lips devouring one of my breasts then the other. In the heat of the moment, Vegeta forced me onto my back and positioned himself over me.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked me with a smirk. "You do realize that once this is done, you're mine for life."

"Yes, but there's something I need to get off my chest first. And just what do you mean by yours for life?"

"I'm trying to tell you that if we do this, I'll have to brand you as my mate and for Kami's sake, say what you want to say!"

"I just wanted to say that I've never had sex either. There, I said it."

"So what's your point?" he asked me. "I am honored to be the one to rob you of your virginity as you will soon rob me of mine."

Vegeta laughed and leaned in to kiss my lips once more. We both humiliated ourselves regarding our nonexistant sex lives but it was no matter. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. The lust between us was obviously there and the time had come for us to succumb to our loneliness. With a slight shift in position, his shaft grew closer to my opening. I reached up and ran my fingers through his thick, black hair, causing him to moan softly. His lips vacated my mouth and trailed down my neck at the instant that I felt him penetrate me.

"Oh, Kami..."

I grimaced for a brief moment when I felt my skin tear, but that was instantly replaced with sheer pleasure when Vegeta began rocking back and forth slowly at first. I couldn't help but moan since it felt so damned good to me. He, too, began to moan while sensing my arousal which, in turn, further aroused him.

"Y-yes..."

Vegeta's thrusts became faster and slightly more powerful. His hands cupped my breasts while his mouth once again made its way to my neckline. He explored the area with his tongue causing me to moan quite loudly. My body tensed when I felt his teeth pierce through my skin at the base of my neck on my left side. He sensed my pain and thrusted into me at full force while he sucked on the wound. He then captured my lips and tongue with yet another kiss. A warm feeling rushed over me as the pain ceased completely. He pulled away slightly and licked his lips as he narrowed his eyes while gazing upon me. What the hell did he bite me for anyway?

"Please don't stop," I begged him.

Our bodies moved together in unison and several orgasms were forthcoming. His length was saturated with my secretions which turned us on moreso than we already were. Moaning escalated into screaming on my part as Vegeta gave one final thrust and his Saiyan seed flooded my womb. How careless of us not to have used any kind of protection. Well, too late to worry about that now. Completely satisfied with his performance, the Prince withdrew himself from within me and took his place on the bed next to me.

"How was it, woman?" he asked of me adorning a sheepish grin. "Was it what you expected it to be?"

"It was heaven," I cooed, "but why the hell did you bite me? Are you a vampire or something?"

"You are branded now," he replied. "as my woman. See, I told you you'd be mine."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Vegeta."

I draped my arms around his neck while our lips and tongues embraced in another passionate kiss. Vegeta pulled away and looked towards the window. Something was obviously bothering him.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked. "Do I smell funny or something?

"Shit," Vegeta thought to himself, "that's Kakarot. I can't let him know she's here!"

Vegeta got up and put on lower garments and flung open the window. Sure enough, as he'd sensed, Goku was standing outside waiting for his sparring partner to join him.

"No. We have company outside. Stay put."

"Vegeta, what are you doing?" Goku wondered. "We have training to do!"

"I-I overslept," lied Vegeta. "Let me get dressed and I'll be right out, you clown!"

"Hey, have you seen Bulma anywhere? I can't find her!"

"NO! Why the fuck would I know where that annoying ass woman is?"

"Golly, I was just asking a question. No need to have a hissy fit about it. So, did you take her out?"

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, YOU FUCKING BOOB! NOW LET ME GET DRESSED!"

With that, Vegeta slammed the window shut and pulled some clothes from his drawer. I knew he was about to leave so I got up and got dressed myself.

"Don't leave," Vegeta ordered. "I don't need that moron to see you leaving here!"

"What's the big damn deal?"

"What we've done is NONE OF HIS CONCERN, DAMN IT!"

"I'll go when I'm ready, thank you! And besides, Goku is bound to see this mark on my neck!"

"Bulma," he sighed heavily, "I-I want you to be here when I return. Go make an appearance later to please Kakarot and don't you DARE tell him what happened here. I would suggest not putting your hair up."

"You're secret's safe with me," I laughed.

"Oh, and I expect you to brand me when I get back."

"Come again?"

"I will when you make me," Vegeta smirked.

"Very funny. What do you mean I have to brand you?"

"Just what I said, woman. Right here."

He pointed to a spot on his neck and I knew exactly what he was talking about finally. I had to bite him back! No way in hell am I doing that! What does he think I am, a fucking bloodsucker?

"I don't want to hurt you and besides, that's disgusting, Vegeta!"

"Have you not figured it out by now that I can handle pain? You have no choice but to brand me, or else you leave me no choice but to kill you."

"Fine. Tonight then." Oh, shit. What have I gotten myself into now?

"Fine."

Vegeta approached me and wrapped his arms fully around my waist and kissed me once more. My tongue slid over his lips inviting him to caress it, but he pulled away instead and started laughing in my face.

"Save it for later. Kami knows what Kakarot's thinking right now. I have to train. Until tonight, woman."

"See ya."

I sat down on the bed as Vegeta made his exit. I could hear him yelling at Goku about something. I reared back on the mound of pillows resting at the headboard and fell into a deep slumber in hopes of dreaming about my beloved Prince.

"I know you know where Bulma is," laughed Goku while dodging Vegeta's ki blasts.

"What's it to you? Don't you already have a woman?"

"Well, yeah, but Bulma's my friend and I'm worried about her. If you know where she is, please tell me."

"She is in the next dimension."

"WHAT?!"

Vegeta fired a ki blast that knocked Goku on his backside. The Prince stood over his adversary laughing hysterically while Goku was rubbing his bottom, which was smoking.

"MY BUTT'S ON FIRE!" panicked Goku while Vegeta laughed in his face.

"I'm kidding, you fuck! She's probably still in bed knowing her!"

"You caught me off guard there," Goku laughed while scooting across the ground to put out the fire. "Seriously, Vegeta, where is Bulma?"

"Or she's being wise and staying the hell away from me."

"Damn it, Vegeta, were you rude to her?"

"Let's just say that I was myself!"

"I'll just go and find her myself."

"NO!"

"And just why not? Who are you to stop me?" Goku hissed.

"I'll fucking kill you right here, Kakarot, if you go searching for her. LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"Oh, I get it," Goku smirked, "you had a taste of some mighty fine action, didn't you?"

"Fuck you, Kakarot!" Vegeta fired while sticking up his middle finger on his right hand.

"HA HA! I knew it!" laughed Goku. "You don't have to hide it from me. I'm not as dumb as I look, you know."

"Yes, you are."

"DAMN IT, NO I'M NOT!" Goku blasted. "I'M GOING TO GO FIND BULMA!"

Goku bolted into the air with Vegeta, who would do just about anything to prevent Goku from finding me in his bed, right behind him.

I finally got out of bed and got dressed after having some breakfast and a hot shower. Off in a distance I could hear people yelling indistinctly. It was time for me to venture outside and investigate. I grabbed my bag and walked out the door and followed the sound of the bickering until I came across Goku and Vegeta.

"What are you two fighting about now?" I screamed at them.

"Hey, Bulma," Goku chuckled, "what's it like making love to a Saiyan?"

"Excuse me?"

I shot a glare at Vegeta thinking he went running to Goku and told him everything. Then common sense came into play when I realized that Vegeta hated Goku with a passion and he would never say a word to him.

"GO HOME, WOMAN!"

"Man, I like sleeping in my little cave," grumbled Goku.

"I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU, KAKAROT!"

"I'm not going anywhere!" I fired. "I rather like Namek, thank you very much."

"Idiot! You need to leave here now!! You are nothing but a distraction to us and our training."

"Maybe it's best if you do go, Bulma," Goku added. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Nor do I," Vegeta thought to himself.

"Do you ever think about anything besides training, Vegeta?" I asked while arching an eyebrow.

"No. I must strive to be the best. After all, I am the Prince of all Saiyans. I come from a royal bloodline and it is my destiny to become a Super Saiyan!"

"You lying ass," I thought to myself. "You're probably thinking about making love to me again so I can bite you. Kami, that sickens me to no end!"

"Get out of here so we can finish our training, damn it! Neither of us will be able to concentrate so long as you're lurking around. I'm actually going to be nice and ask you to please leave. Go to my house or something and do whatever your heart desires. Just be gone by the time I get back."

"Wow, that was really nice of you, Vegeta," Goku commented. "I guess you're not so bad after all."

"Don't get used to it, Kakarot. WOMAN, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL HERE! LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ONCE!"

"Fine, you jerk!" I blasted. "I'm leaving!"

I turned to start walking back to Vegeta's house and put out my left hand to catch the key that Vegeta hurled at me. The only reason he's being such a prick to me is because Goku's here. No worries, though. I have an ace up my sleeve that I fully intend to use when he comes home. He may just have a little surprise waiting for him.

"Must be serious if you're giving her your key, eh, Vegeta?"

"SHUT UP!" Vegeta and I fired simultaneously. I called him Goku; he called him Kakarot.

When I reached Vegeta's place, I was completely exhausted from all the walking. I used the key and let myself in and collapsed on the couch to relive some fond memories. It was there that he kissed me for the first time and it was there that I first saw him naked. After a bit of relaxation, I got up and cleaned every room in the house out of sheer boredom and had a nice dinner baking in the oven which I obtained from one of my capsules. I even went into the bedroom and made Vegeta's bed for him knowing damn good and well that we'd probably be messing it up again when he gets here.

Once dinner was finished baking, I turned down the oven to keep the food warm and dragged myself into the bathroom and prepared the hot tub for a nice, relaxing soak. I set up a few strawberry candles throughout the room and had them all lit before I stepped foot into the spa. The hot water felt so refreshing on my aching feet and the whirlpools creating a current felt wonderful on the rest of my body. I knew I had plenty of time before Vegeta returned, if he was even going to come back at all. The thought crossed my mind that he was just using me to get what he wanted, but that thought vanished from my head when I eased back and fell asleep.

* * *

Kakarot decided to leave so he could get some sleep which left me no choice but to return home and hope that my woman was there waiting for me. I opened the front door and was taken aback by the aroma of whatever she had in the oven; it smelled delicious! I took a quick scout around the house and she was nowhere to be found and I started to panic. Did she really leave me for good? Wait, I smell strawberries. I followed their scent to the bathroom where Bulma was in the bath fast asleep. All that walking must have really tired her out, I suppose. I stripped out of my clothes and joined her. That fruity smell was stimulating and soothing at the same time. Wake up, woman! I've got to have you now!

* * *

I stirred when I felt a hand rest upon my shoulder. Cracking one eye open, I saw Vegeta and became instantly aroused as did he. Within a matter of seconds, he was all over me and his manhood slid rightfully into place inside of me as I let out a delighted squeal. Water was splashing all over the place but neither of us seemed to care at that moment in time. We were too wrapped up in each other to even notice the mess that was being made all over the bathroom floor.

"If you're going to do it, now is the time."

"Great," I thought to myself. "Here I am in the middle of satisfying my Prince and HE goes and brings up that biting shit! Oh, well. I guess it's now or never."

"Damn it, woman! DO IT!!!"

He continued to please me as he closed his eyes in anticipation that he would soon be branded. I wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him to me so I could do my bidding. My lips teased his neckline while he began to moan and quicken his pace. I beared my teeth and bit down as hard as I could as Vegeta let out a triumphant, satisfying yell and his pace became more rapid. The salty taste of Vegeta's blood lingered upon my lips which, for a brief moment, made me want to vomit. That feeling was quickly replaced with pure satisfaction when he pulled my face away from his neckline and devoured my lips to have a taste of his own blood.

"YES!"

We were moving as quickly as humanly possible while I resumed sucking on his wound as he did mine last night. Vegeta responded by calling out my name in the heat of the passion. Both of us being at the brink of exhaustion, we respectively expelled every last bit of secretions we had left. After spilling his seed into my womb, Vegeta got out of the spa dripping wet and investigated his branding in the nearby mirror.

"Splendid," he smirked, "you've done well."

"Gee, thanks."

Vegeta turned to assist me out of the hot tub and handed me a towel. I wrapped the towel around my body and blew out all of the candles before heading to the kitchen to take dinner out of the oven. I had prepared roast beef with gravy, mashed potatoes and creamed corn. As I was putting the food on our plates, Vegeta went and retrieved two candles from the bathroom and placed them in the center of the table before lighting each one with a match. He then went into his living room and put on a Barry White CD. Kami, screw the dinner! I want my Prince!

"Did you prepare this fine meal just for me?"

"No, we both have to eat, you know."

"That's not what I meant. Why did you go through all this trouble?"

"No trouble at all. I do it almost every day when I'm home. Besides, I wanted to do something nice for you."

"You've accomplished that by branding me. Now I will not even think of looking at another woman. I'm all yours."

"That's very sweet of you, Vegeta. What do you plan on doing once you leave Namek?"

"Pleasing you amongst my training. Why?"

"I want you to come live with me at Capsule Corporation. My dad can build you your very own room so you can do your training and you can spend all of your nights with yours truly."

"I like the sound of that," Vegeta mumbled while chewing a piece of roast beef. "By the way, this food is delicious! Will you cook for me all the time?"

"Sure, if you'll make love to me all the time."

"It's done. When I'm not training, rest assured that you will find me in your bed every night. Speaking of which, I crave you right now. Hurry up and finish eating. I'll be waiting for you in our bed."

"Our bed?" I pondered to myself. "Shit, he's got it really bad for me, I suppose. I can't complain because the feeling is totally mutual."

Vegeta arose from the table and flung his towel at me as he pranced around stark naked and I was definitely liking what I saw. Kami, I couldn't finish my dinner fast enough! I hurried up and cleared the table and washed up the dishes as Vegeta grew more impatient. He started down the hall to his bedroom when he stopped because someone was knocking at the door.

"WHO IS IT?" he bellowed.

"Vegeta, we've got to get out of here and fast!" yelled Goku. "Frieza's going to blow up the planet!"

"FUCK FREIZA!" Vegeta yelled.

"I'm being serious, Vegeta," pleaded Goku. "Please tell me you know where Bulma is because we have to get her out of here as well."

Hearing this, I dropped a glass and it shattered all over the kitchen floor and here I was with bare feet. I stooped down to clean up the broken glass as Goku let himself in. Vegeta returned fully dressed and needless to say, he was highly upset.

"Are you sure, Kakarot?"

"Yes! Freiza is super mad and he's taking out his frustrations on the whole planet. Now, where is Bulma?"

"I'm right here," I answered from the kitchen as I finished cleaning up the broken glass.

"I'm really sorry for interrupting you, but we need to get going right now!" Goku reminded us. "Now how are we going to do this?"

"Simple, you oaf! You take my Saiyan spaceship that holds one person and I'll take Bulma on your ship. Understand?"

"HEY! How come I can't ride with Bulma???"

"Can't we all go in one ship?" I asked.

"Tch, idiot. That would be because I might want to ride Bulma all the way back to Earth! Catch my drift?"

I couldn't help but laugh and I almost lost my towel in the process. Vegeta has finally opened up and has at least acknowledged to someone other than me that he cares about my well being.

"Ohhhhhhhh," blushed Goku, "well, enjoy yourselves. I'm getting the hell out of here while I still can! I'll meet you two at Capsule Corporation, okay?"

"We'll be there."

"I'm proud of you," I said while entering the living room. "I guess you really do care after all."

"Why wouldn't I? I mean, you are my woman now. Go put some clothes on and gather your things. If what Kakarot says is true, we haven't much time before we have to leave here."

I ran upstairs and threw on some clothes and grabbed the rest of my belongings and threw them in my suitcase. Vegeta was already outside waiting by Goku's spaceship when I came outside. I opened up the door to the ship and we got inside. It took a few tries to get the engine to ignite but it finally started. Vegeta urged me to put the ship in auto pilot mode so he could make good of his promise to ride me all the way back to Earth as he told Goku earlier. I kindly obliged and gave in to passion once more and countless times during our journey home.

Four months later...

Goku and the rest of our friends were waiting anxiously for our return to Earth. Piccolo looked up and saw our ship approaching. It was all a big blur to me because I was otherwise occupied, but I do remember the ship crashing with a loud thud in my parents' front yard. Everyone anticipated that we had returned uninjured and we did. Vegeta stepped out of the ship first and I followed shortly behind. We both looked like we had stuck our fingers in light sockets and I was fumbling to button my blouse. Goku was blushing like crazy and the rest of my friends looked on in shock.

"Damn. What the fuck have you two been doing?" asked Piccolo with a sly grin adorning his Namekian face.

"Just that," replied Vegeta. "Where's my gravity room?"

"Smooth move, Vegeta," Piccolo laughed.

"Thank you, Namek," Vegeta sheepishly replied with a smirk.

"It's right over there," I pointed out to him.

"Hey, Vegeta, did you keep your promise?" wondered Goku.

"Let's just say that there was a lot of turbulance during our flight," smirked Vegeta as he went to explore his gravity room.

"That is so disgusting!" blasted Chi-Chi as she covered young Gohan's ears.

"I love him, Chi-Chi," I blurted out unexpectedly.

"What about me?!" blasted Yamcha.

"What about you, Yamcha? Do you see this mark here on my neck? It means that I have been branded by the Prince of Saiyans as HIS mate. Leave now or I'll have him kill you."

"Whatever, Bulma," Yamcha hissed. "I found somebody else anyway."

"Man, Bulma," stuttered Krillin, "Vegeta's pretty mean. I sure hope you know what you're doing."

"I'm happy, Krillin, but thanks for your concern. If you'll excuse me, I feel like I'm going to throw up."

I ran inside and said a quick hello to my mom and dad before making my way to the bathroom so I could vomit in peace. I'd never been sick before from flying; I guess I had grown accustomed to it. Why would flying start making me sick now?

"I hope she's okay," wondered Goku in his thoughts. "I think she's going to be a mommy."

"Me, too, Goku," answered Piccolo in thought. "I won't say anything to the others either."

On the next episode of Dragonball Z, Bulma wakes up every day throwing up and Vegeta is only concerned with his training and striving to reach his goal of becoming a Super Saiyan. Could Goku's premonition of motherhood be true? Will Piccolo go blabbing to the rest of the Z fighters? Is Bulma bearing the child of the Prince of all Saiyans? Find out in the next exciting adventure, "What Have I Done?" Thanks for reading :)