Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Is this Love? ❯ Is This Love? ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ stories or it's characters….blah…..blah….blah

I know that there are gazillions of Vegeta & Bulma fictions out there but I do feel obligated to write one nonetheless. I mean, how can I call myself a DBZ fan if I don't? Please let me know what you think….

WARNING: Um….quite lemony…please proceed with caution!

"……" Speech

[……] Thoughts

Is this love?

By: Moonraven

The warm breeze tucked gently at Bulma's blue strands as she watched in fascination the scene below her. The balcony on the second floor allowed her to observe the figure in the yard without being seen. And she's often done that, observe. Vegeta normally did the stretching and warm ups before entering the gravity chambers. He didn't seem to know or care if anyone saw him. Maybe he'd feel differently had he known that every morning, for the past few months, someone was watching him…sighing softly to herself.

[Why should she feel this way? He's such a jerk! Jerk, jerk, jerk! But those biceps…those powerful thighs…those pectorals… hmmmmm….She knows where she wants to feel those hands…those lips….that….WAHHH!!!!]

Bulma snapped back to reality with a gasp. [What am I thinking? That's VEGETA! Does he even have a sex drive? Do they even have sex where he came from? Well, human-like sex, anyway. What if they do, like, weird things…? Idiot! Of course it's normal…look at Gohan!] She pushed herself away from the railing and straighten up. What the hell was WRONG with her? She went through similar conversation with herself almost daily. He's not always a jerk, she told herself with resignation. That's why her feelings for him grew daily. She could only imagine the horrible childhood he must have had, to be taken from his family and thrust into that nightmare world of Freeza and his men. No wonder he trusted no one. No wonder he is so cold and heartless…or is he? Considering his past, he was doing remarkably well here on Earth, in her house which contained one hell of a challenge - her.

"I need a cold shower!" She declared as flounced back into her room unaware that as she did so, those coal black eyes below shifted to her retreating figure. An unreadable expression on Vegeta's face.

Vegeta continued his usual exercises but his mind was no longer on the workout. His frowning face turned towards the empty balcony again before he grunted and stalked into the gravity room.

Inside the shower, Bulma's thoughts drifted back to the hard body rippling with those impossible muscles. She remembered brushing up against him when they passed each other around the house. She remembered the tingling feelings she always get when she touched him. What is it about his skin? And his scent. He always have this smell about him, kind of earthy, and musky. Thinking about THAT can make her weak in the knees. She can feel herself getting warm again by just thinking about him. She wanted so badly to touch his face, his shoulders, his chest, the hard muscles of his flat stomach….she cleared her head rapidly, refusing to think below the belt. Maybe I'll stay here a bit longer, she thought to herself. Kami knows, she could use more cold water! [Lots more…um…is there any ice in here?] She mused.

She spent the rest of the day with Chi-Chi, shopping. She needed to be away from him. Away from the opportunity to watch him. She's really getting sick, pathetic, desperate and WAY horny!

"Man, I really need to get laid!" She mumbled.

"What was that, Bulma?" Chi-Chi asked, struggling with the packages.

"Hmmm?…Er…nothing. I'm just sooo tired. Can we go home yet?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure. I needed to get dinner ready for Goku and Gohan any way." Chi-Chi did not seem to notice her friend's distracted mood.

Bulma got home late. After she dropped Chi-Chi off, she went to a bar and had a drink. She didn't want to go home. She didn't want to pine in front of the Gravity chamber. And she definitely didn't want to sweat over Vegeta. A little groggy, she stumbled towards her room. Unaware of the shadowy figure in the dimly lit hallway, she promptly bumped into it.

"Owww…." She complained, rubbing her forehead. She didn't need to see to know that it was Vegeta; the reason why she was in this state to begin with. She could FEEL him. She's tingling all over from his touch.

"Why are you sneaking around so late?" He practically barked at her. "Where were you, woman?" He continued, scowling ferociously at her.

"None of your business" She replied. [Who does he think he is? Her father?] With that thought, she began to giggle.

"What's so funny?" He grated. Then peering close to her face, he continued with some degree of amusement, "You're drunk." He stated.

"I AM NOT!" she told him. "I just had a drink, I assure you I can hold my liquor." She continued to giggle.

"I asked you what was so funny!" He grabbed her arms and drags her close to his face. The look in those blue eyes confused him. He abruptly released her. His fingers feel strange from the contact. What had this woman done to his senses?

"I was picturing you as my father" Bulma said trying to hold in another giggle. "I thought it was funny since I see you as my father at all, more like ……." [Damn!] Bulma stops dead. What was she about to say? [Idiot, idiot, idiot! And you said you can hold your liquor?]

"Yes?" The saiyan-jin prince inquired lazily. "More like what?" His arms were folded in front of him and he seemed quite entertained.

"Ummm…, more like an ass hole! Who the HELL do you think you are? Quit asking me questions and JUST DROP DEAD!" She practically yelled at the top of her lung. She didn't know what else to say. There was no way in hell he was going to know that every ounce of her body yearned to be touched by him. No way will she tell him that just a brief image of him can send her into throes of conflicting emotions.

She pushed at him to move. She needed to get away from him now. Her limbs were getting strangely weak. There was a dull aching need at the pit of her stomach and it was growing rapidly. She's going to desperately want more than just to touch him real soon.

He didn't budge. [Well, what did you think you silly twit? That you were strong enough to shove at him?]

"I don't think you really want to see me dead." Vegeta smugly replied. "My instincts tell me that you very much want me alive." OOOOH! That smirk again! This is definitely reason number one for NEVER, EVER letting him know her feelings.

"Get the hell out of my way!" She yelled at him and grabbed for the door knob to her room.

Vegeta grunted and said "Unless you want to lie with me, woman, try the NEXT door down the hall."

Confused, Bulma turned to look at him, then at the door she was about to open, then the door down the hall. She can't read the expression in his eyes. She was too tired. Part of her really wanted badly to `lie' with him.

"There is NO WAY in hell I'll want to lie with you!" She shouted instead and marched unsteadily to her room.

She can hear him chuckling behind her. He then said softly, very softly, "Is that a challenge, woman? I NEVER back away from a challenge." His voice was menacing but, oh, so seductive. She nearly melted. [Yes, yes it's a challenge. Take me, take me!] She wanted to scream.

But instead she said coolly, "I don't care how you take it. I'm tired, I'm going to bed." With that she slammed the door behind her. She WAS tired. She got out of her clothes and crawled into her bed. The last thoughts in her tired mind was the saiyan prince's face smirking at her.

Vegeta stood silently in the hallway a long time before he went into his room. [That woman was impossible. Why isn't she afraid of him? Didn't she know she can't talk to him, a saiyan-jin prince, that way? He could have easily blasted her to Jupiter! Stupid woman!] Then, rather less vehemently, he thought about how good she smelled and how he had liked the feel of her skin when they touched. His thoughts drifted to her face, those expressive eyes. They always manage to confuse him, make him forget how he was suppose to hate her stupid, weakling race.

There was also something else. He didn't want to think about it but he sensed it sometime ago. He has been pushing it to the back of his mind because he didn't want to deal with it. She was ready for mating. Being a saiyan-jin, he can sense when females want to mate. They give off certain scents. Bulma has been giving off the same scent for quite sometime now. Of course not being a saiyan, she doesn't know she's doing it and doesn't know the effect it had on him. And there was no way in HELL he'll EVER tell her.

[She's only human. She's beneath him. He cannot mate with a lowly creature. He's a prince!] Or so he's been telling himself for the past couple of months. Those thoughts had helped him to maintain rigid control of his body. "I don't need anyone or anything." He said to himself with some force.

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Bulma was conscious of a strong hand caressing her breast. She arched up to it. She felt lips nibbling gently at her ears, tongue licking softly behind her ear lobes. Another hand was pressing against the flat of her stomach, holding her body in placed, snug against the hard length of another body. Her Vegeta's body. Her senses were reeling. Every cell bursting with pleasure. Slowly the hand on her stomach began to slide downwards, kneading and caressing her torturously. She moaned softly as his lips circled closer to hers. She ground her buttocks into the throbbing hardness pressed against her. Oh Kami, it felt so good. She can hear Vegeta's groan as she did so. He finally claimed her lips in a long intoxicating kiss. His tongue probed into her eagerly waiting mouth and he drank deeply and hungrily. He shifted himself and now lie atop her, pinning both her arms up above her head. He continued to ravage her mouth as he grind his hardness between her legs. She wanted him to remove his clothing, to penetrate her, to give her what she had been wanting for months. But he continued to torture her with his lips and the motion of his hip. She spread her legs wider, wanting to feel more of his hardness as he continued to rub against her. She can feel the heat and the wetness between her legs. "Vegeta, please…." She moaned. "Please…" She was shaking with want. She opened her eyes to see him hovering right above hers. A smug look on his face. "Please…Vegeta…I want you inside me" She begged again. He smiled, making her heart skip a beat. I love you, she thought as he bend down and licked her lips before kissing her again. He wouldn't enter her, but continued to rub against her until she exploded in a mind shattering orgasm. Her arms came free and she brought them down to hug him close, convulsions of pleasure shook her body.

CRASH!!!

"What the…?" she said sleepily. Then saw the shattered lamp next to her bed. She must have knocked it over…

[Damn!] She thought [It was a dream.] Feeling the wetness between her legs, she groaned, a wet dream at that! Did she say she loved him in her dream? Is that what she felt? Did she love him? NO WAY!!!

"I hate you, Vegeta!" she breathed, how could you make me feel this way? "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."

At the sound of something crashing onto the floor in the next room, Vegeta flew out the window and over to

Bulma's. Her window was opened and she sat, naked on the bed, with her head in her hands.

He tapped gently on the window. She looked up and screamed. Grabbing her blanket to cover herself she then threw her slippers at him. He dodged easily but continued to hover outside her window.

"You jerk! You peeping tom! What the hell are you doing outside my window?" she screeched.

"I heard something fall. I thought you might be hurt…seeing that the last time I saw you, you were drunk." He told her calmly.

What the hell was wrong with him? Why is he so quiet? Why isn't he his usual arrogant self? At the site of him, her body betrayed her again. The warm fuzzy feeling was coming back. "I'm fine, Vegeta. Thank you." She told him quietly. "I just knocked over my lamp, is all." She motioned to the evidence on the floor. "Please go back to bed. Sorry, I woke you." She crawled under her blanket and tried to ignore him.

Vegeta watched her as she turned her back to him. It was worse than he thought. The scent eluding from her room was overwhelming. If he came any closer to her, he would never be able to stop himself from taking her, lowly human or not. His body ached for release. His instincts screaming for him to mate. He had to get away from here, from her. He flew off, away from the house. He needed to think, to be by himself. Vegeta soared up to the clouds and through them. He can feel the dampness refreshing on his heated skin. That woman will be the death of him!

Bulma woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee! Hmmmm….she's hungry. She pushed all thoughts of Vegeta and last night out of her head as she get into the shower. I don't need this, she thought to herself. The idiot can just go to hell.

When she got to the dining room, only her parents were there. "Where's his royal pain in the rear?" she asked her mother sourly.

"Oh, he left early this morning. Said something about training away for a few days." Her mother told her cheerfully and then sighed, "He's such a nice man." She added.

"Are you out of you mind?" Bulma nearly shouted. "That insensitive, overbearing, arrogant son of a bitch? NICE? MOM, you don't know what you're talking about." She stuff a mouthful of eggs in her mouth and chewed moodily. [Gone? Where? Why did he just get up and go? What if he doesn't return?]

"Well if you wouldn't keep yelling at him, he'd be nice to you too!" her mother scolded her gently. "It's nice to have a young man around the house. Your father is too preoccupied with his work and Vegeta lends me a hand or two sometimes." Her mother smiled at her. "Why, just the other day I asked him to get the little kitty down from the tree and he did." Her mother beamed some more. "Oh, the poor dear was grumbling so, and mentioned something about blasting the darn thing but he just grit his teeth and took the cat down. He got scratched and bit but never once flinched." Her mother looked sweetly at her, "You should have seen him, dear. Your poor opinion of him may change a little."

Bulma listened with her mouth hung opened. What she wouldn't give to have seen that! She shook herself mentally and said, "He's still a jerk, mom." Not sure who she's trying to convince. She finished her breakfast in record time and went with her father into the laboratory. She's going to work and keep him out of her thoughts. Unfortunately, the work happened to be the device that will help saiyan-jins travel in space without the space capsule. Bulma sighed. So much for keeping him out of her mind.

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Vegeta found himself at Goku's house. He hovered outside not wanting to go in. He knew that Goku will come out when he sensed Vegeta's ki. He did.

"Hiya, Vegeta. What's up?" Goku was his usual cheerful self, full of smile. He flew up to meet Vegeta.

"Kakarot." Vegeta nodded his greeting and then was silent. He levitated with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression, sullen.

Goku frowned. "What's wrong, Vegeta?" he asked. Vegeta's expression is never happy but this is even more brooding than usual.

"Kakarot. You bonded with a human." Vegeta stated.

"Yeah….? And…..? You're not going to lecture me again are you?" Goku teased.

"It's not normal. They are beneath us. We are of a superior race." Vegeta said but with less animosity than before. Goku's heard this all the time from Vegeta. But this time, it was almost like he's trying to convince himself of the things he was saying.

"I don't look at it that way, Vegeta. Humans have wonderful qualities that saiyans lack. They are kind and compassionate. Always willing to help and make sacrifices for their loved ones. In many ways, I feel humans are superiors to saiyans. Look at Tien or Yamcha or Krillin, they are no match for any saiyan and they know it. But that never stop them from fighting for the earth or for the people they love. That is admirable. Why look at Bulma!" Goku had to add that. He felt this somehow is related to her. "She screams at you all the time. She knows you can blast her to the next dimension but that never stop her from voicing her opinion. I think it's good for you to have a woman that can stand up to you." He hope he hadn't said too much.

Vegeta was silent. He had been thinking about that himself. The woman was fearless. Like a saiyan-jin.

"Bulma is an incredible woman, Vegeta. There isn't anyone else like her." Goku turned toward his house. "Don't hurt her, okay?" and he was gone.

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Vegeta went into the mountains and for two weeks, nearly level the place. His mind was hardly on his task but on the blue hair, blue eyes vixen back at Capsule Corp. She wanted him, he knew that. For a long time now. And he had wanted her in return. He still did, now more than ever. Can he get past his saiyan-jin prince hang ups and go for what they both really want and need? Each other? AAGH! He blasted another boulder, "I DON'T KNOW HOW!" he screamed. He didn't know how to let go, how to love. He didn't know love. The only love he felt was for his father. And he's gone. All of his life there was no one. People feared him and obey him but no affection, no love - just obedience and fear. What he saw in Bulma's eyes he didn't understand, didn't know how to respond. He could have sex with her and that's it. Release his body from this tension and nothing more. Like those females he took on the planets that they conquered. He didn't care about them, didn't bond with them, just took them for his pleasures before he blew up their planet. He could do that with Bulma.

No he couldn't. With her he felt something that he had never felt before. Something in the vicinity of his chest. Something aching and sweet every time he thinks of her. "DAMN That woman!" he blew up another tree.

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Bulma walked around inside the gravity chamber and breathed in deeply his lingering scent in the air. How long has it been, a week? She missed him so badly it hurts. She needed to be in the place that occupied most of his time. He was always here. He got hurt in here, triumph in here, sweat in here…..he touched these controls. Her fingers gently trace the buttons on the control pad. Wanting to touch the things he touched. Wanting to sense him, to be near him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about him. Is it her lot in life to love men who treat her like a door mat? How long will he stay away? How long must I suffer? She asked herself silently, sobbing.

She looked up suddenly as she heard the chamber hum. What did she do? Frantically she wiped her eyes so she can see better. Damn! She must have hit the start up button because she felt like a huge boulder is bearing down on her. Every single cell in her body was being crushed by the weight of the gravity. [Oh Kami! I'm going to die.] She thought sadly. [ I'll never see Vegeta again.] She couldn't breathe…things were getting blurred….I'm dying…..

Vegeta came back to the Capsule Corp. and noticed the humming of the engine for the gravity chamber. He gasped as he realize the ki he felt being drained is Bulma's and it was coming from the dome shaped room. He threw a blast at the engine and crashed in through the wall. Bulma lay immobile and lifeless on the floor. He carried her outside and saw how bad she looked. He has never felt the helplessness he's feeling now.

"Bulma." He called, gently shaking her. "Bulma." He called again. Nothing. He felt nothing of her energy. Gently he placed his hand on her chest and gave her some of his energy. He continued to do so a little at a time, small jolts of his own life, just to help heal and get her heart going again. He was so engross in what he was doing he didn't notice a small group of people gathering around them. He vaguely remembered hearing sobs from Mrs. Brief and Chi-Chi telling Kakarot to do something. He ignored them. Bulma is all that matter.

He felt a soft hand touching his face. Slowly he opened his eyes to see Bulma's own blue ones staring up lovingly at him. "Bulma…" he started, so relieve to see her alive. He crushed her to him not willing to ever let her go.

Bulma coughed, feeling the life being squeezed out of her again. Vegeta released her quickly. She must be dreaming. Maybe this was heaven. She felt so loved by him. She had never know that Vegeta can be so gentle, and caring. She remembered vaguely, the loud explosion before she passed out. The next thing she remembered is the warm feeling spreading over her. Her nerves tingled with it. She felt energized and rejuvenated. When she opened her eyes, she saw Vegeta's distraught face, all twisted with pain. It tore at her heart. She realized that he is giving her his energy. She can feel him coursing through her veins. [I have him inside me.] She thought happily. She lost consciousness again.

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Bulma awakened to a darken room. The sun was slowly setting and the cool evening breeze was playing gently with her curtains. OW! She thought. I'm probably black and blue. I feel bruised all over. WAHHH! She bolted right up in bed, running her hands all over her body. Hmmmm. Everything seemed to be fine. "Was it all a dream?" she murmured.

"No." came a gruff reply from somewhere near the window.

She turned to the sound of the voice. Her heart had already jumped up to her throat the second she heard his voice.

"Vegeta…" she said softly. She found that speech was beyond her at the moment. All she can get out was his name.

"Vegeta…" she tried again. This time not only can she say his name, she managed a sob as well. The next thing Vegeta knew she was crying hysterically. He groaned inwardly at the sight of her tears. He went to the side of the bed and took her in his arms. It felt so good. So right. He didn't care anymore if she's only human. She was HIS human. He wanted to hold her forever and keep her safe. On the other hand, he wanted to shake the life from her for scaring him half to death. Later. He can do that later. Now he just wanted to comfort her.

He rocked her to sleep then gently put her down on the bed. Vegeta went back and sat by the window. He stayed there all night.

When Bulma woke up again, she was alone and the bright sunlight streamed into her room. She felt great. All the pain was gone and she felt like new. She walked out on the balcony and looked down at the Gravity Chamber, fully expecting to see Vegeta stretching out in front of it. She gasped as she realize that the chamber is partly destroyed. "Oops. Oh, well. I guess we'll just have to work on fixing it again." Looking around below her she did not see anyone on the compound. She looked over to the clock and see that it's almost noon. Ah! The kitchen.

Bulma showered quickly and ran down stairs. She was surprise that she felt so good. Where is Vegeta? She was dying to see him!

Vegeta was standing just outside the side door. He's looking at the gravity chamber. He turned around to face Bulma when he sensed her enter the room. One side of his mouth quirked up in that signature smirk.

"I see you are feeling better." He commented. His eyes devouring her.

"Um…yea. I do feel great. Thank you so much Vegeta. I know what you did." She said, standing shyly in front of him.

"Don't worry about it. If I don't help you, who'll fix the damn machine the next time it breaks?" he grumbled. Emotional displays were never his strong suit.

If she hadn't seen the pain on his face when he revived her, she would have flew into a rage and scream obscenities at him. But she knew better. Still, old habits died hard…. ..….. "JERK!" she yelled and with her free hand, slapped him.

He grabbed her wrist and held it in a tight grip. He should be mad, not her!

"Do you know you could have DIED?" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Are you STUPID? Can you NOT understand that the gravity level in that room is not for you weak earthlings? What the hell were you thinking?" He continued to shout at her. "Oh wait, think? And Bulma? In the same sentence? MY MISTAKE!" His hold on her wrist was getting to be very painful. Tears form on her eyes from the pain.

Vegeta stopped yelling thinking it to be the cause of the tears.

"Ow..my wrist…" Bulma began weakly. Vegeta dropped it immediately, and took a step back.

"What were you doing in there?" He asked again, staring intently at her.

"Nothing." Bulma squeaked, rubbing her sore wrist, staring at the tip of his boots.

"The machine was fine. What were you doing in there?" He moved closer, threateningly.

Silence.

Vegeta was now so close she could feel his breath on her. Before she lost her nerves, she blurted out,

"I missed you." Oh Kami, did she say that? " I…I…..I just….wanted…." She trailed off.

"Yes? You wanted….what?" His voice was uncharacteristically gentle.

She looked tentatively up from his shoes to his face. He was staring silently at her. His expression unreadable. Oh Kami, she thought. What if I was wrong? What if he doesn't really care?

"Nothing! I was just bored to death and my parents are no fun to talk to so….I didn't meant to touch anything, I'm sorry" She ended lamely.

Silence.

"I'm very, very sorry." She tried again. This is it. I'm not apologizing one more time! If he's going to be like this, he can fix the damn machine himself!

More silence.

"Fine! Be like that! See if I care!" She shouted and turned on her heels, ready to go back in the house.

She felt a vice grip on her other wrist. She froze. [Please hold me, please hold me], she prayed silently. Vegeta pulled her against his chest. His arms folded around her protectively. His faced buries in the crook of her neck. He breathed in deeply her scent. She smelled good.

He turned her around and stared straight into her eyes, searching for the love he saw the other day. He found it. His breath caught in his throat as he pulled her against him and brought his lips to hers. It was gentle. It was beautiful.

Bulma couldn't breath. She was ecstatic. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her hands through his hair. She opened her mouth when she felt his probing tongue and they drank from each other hungrily.

"My parents…" she whispered against his lips.

"They're at Kakarot's" He told her thickly against her neck. "They won't be back till after dinner."

Surprised, she looked at him. His maddening smirk graced his face and he said, "They said something about us needing to be alone." He went back to his attack on her neck. With a sigh, he stopped and looked into her eyes.

"Bulma, before we go on, I need to tell you something."

At this point, Bulma really didn't want to talk. She pulled his lips back on to hers and ran her tongue across his teeth. Vegeta gently pushed her away. "Woman, I need to tell you this." He pause, look deep into her eyes. "When saiyans choose their mates, we stay mated for life. Once we're bonded, I'll NEVER let you go. Divorce for us means death. You'll NEVER be with anyone else. Never again. Do you understand?" He fully expected her to hesitate, even back away. Bulma was very independent and even her parents couldn't really control her.

"Why would I want anyone else?" She asked him. She pulled him closer to her and bit gently on his chin. "I like that idea. Never let me go." She kissed the hollow of his neck at the base of his throat, licking gently.

Vegeta groaned, picked her up and flew to his room. He laid her on his bed and climbed in next to her. He claimed her lips again, slowly this time, gently running his tongue around her lips. His hand moved to undo the buttons on her blouse. After struggling a while he ripped the shirt off with a grunt. Bulma smiled to herself, that's my man! Patience was not one of his virtues.

He looked up momentarily from his attack on her breasts and said, "Nothing's changed, woman. Don't expect me to be some tamed, emotional weakling just because we mated." As if to warn her again.

Bulma smiled and pulled his head back on her breast and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Vegeta nestled her breasts and gently nibbled at her nipples. Bulma squirmed and sigh at the delicious feeling building inside her. Vegeta moved up to cover her mouth with his and toyed with her tongue. He slowly moved to her neck and nibbled gently there. "Will you be my bonded mate for the rest of your life?" He asked against her neck.

"Yes." Bulma whispered. Then he bit her! The fucking bastard bit her! "You JERK!" She screamed. "What the hell did you do THAT for?" Vegeta laughed softly, lapping and sucking at the wound. Bulma's senses began to reel and waves of pleasure she never knew could exist, wash over her. The more he sucked and licked at the cut on her neck, the more intensify the feeling. With nothing more than that, she had her first orgasm. When she is more coherent, she looked up at his amused face. That trademark smirk almost looked like a smile. "How did you do that?" She asked weakly. He snorted, "You're with a saiyan-jin, a prince among saiyans at that. Mating with me will NOT be `common', woman." He licked the wound again. "You are now MINE." Vegeta said with some satisfaction.

Bulma wasn't about to be outdone. She clamp the teeth onto his neck, ready to leave her own mark. "OWWWWW…" she complained. "What are you made of? Stone?" She was sure she chipped a tooth or two.

Vegeta chuckled softly into her neck. "Ask me." He urged. Bulma knew what he meant. "Will you be my bonded mate for the rest of your life?" She asked her prince.

"Yes." And with that, she felt the energy around him shifted. She now can easily bite into his thick neck and drew blood. His blood tasted differently than hers. It made her tongue tingle and heat rushed to her groin. She can feel his energy, his being, rushing throughout her body. She moaned. Don't tell me I'M going to have an orgasm just licking his blood! She suck on the puncture wounds enthusiastically and was rewarded with a groan from Vegeta. With that, he claimed her lips again. This time more fiercely, very Vegeta-like. His hand moved down her body, caressing, teasing. It came to a pause between her legs. She opened herself to him ever since she felt it trailing her stomach. He slid two fingers inside her and stopped. She moaned loudly, moving herself against his fingers. He held still, not moving. Then she felt an intense throbbing where his fingers rested. It build slowly, the heat, the pleasure, to the point where she knew she will have another mind shattering release. How is this possible? He's not even moving his fingers, but she can feel waves of energy emitting from them. Vegeta looked down at her, loving the reaction he's getting. It's so easy to please her. If Bulma opened her eyes, she'll see tenderness in his eyes that is usually masked. But she was having a major orgasmic crisis at the moment and didn't notice anything else.

When the convulsions subsided, Bulma looked up into those unfathomable eyes, and stretch languidly. He just watched her. "You're mine now, too." She said. Vegeta smirked again and bent to kiss her lips. Gently, he chewed and sucked on her lower lip. His hand playing with her breasts, kneading, pulling, pinching her. Bulma's breathing becomes labored again and she moaned, "Vegeta….what are you doing to me?" Vegeta position himself between her legs, resting the tip of his rather thick manhood at her opening. He trailed his lips and tongue down her neck towards her breasts. Resting on one arm, he used one hand to tease a nipple while his mouth works on the other. Feeling his shaft at her entrance, Bulma tried to move him in, but Vegeta had another idea. He won't budge. He just teased her until she squirmed with want. Bulma rotated her hips back and forth trying to rub his hard member on her clitoris. Laughing, Vegeta slowly pushed himself in. Bulma moaned loudly and he moved in and out of her with long, slow strokes. [Where does he get his control? Vegeta never loses it. Oh, Kami, this feel so fucking great! ]

"Thank You." Vegeta chuckled huskily. Great! Did she say that out loud?

Vegeta increase his pace and Bulma nearly scream from the pleasure coursing through her. He was tireless and his attack on her senses led her to two more orgasms before he finally collapsed on her.

Snuggling close in Vegeta's arms, Bulma fell asleep. Vegeta looked down on the sleeping face of his very exhausted mate and smiled. Love? This must be love. But hell if I'll EVER tell her! With that he fell asleep.

The end!

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Author's note:

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Phew! I think I'll stick to one shots stories from now.

I know the bonding sequence is done differently than Trunks and Pan in Past Perfect but this is just a `get together fic'. It is assumed that the rest will follow. I guess this is almost like a prequel to Past Perfect. Any future stories will revolve around the characters I portrayed in Past Perfect. Is that like an arc? Oh well, I'm still new at his fanfiction thing, I hope I termed it well.

Thanks again! Until next story…..Ja ne!