Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Isn't That Interesting? ❯ Isn't That Interesting? - Main Story ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters seen in the show, movies, manga, etc. I am not making any money off of this fic, so please don't sue me.

Author's Note: Hey everybody! Here's the St. Patrick's Day version of how Bulma and Vegeta got together!!! Anyways, hope you enjoy it! And if you go out and party, remember not to drink and drive!

*Special thanks to Vegetababe and Bulma Peacecraft for beta-ing!*

Another thanks goes to Marau-chan and again to Vegetababe for giving me the idea to do a holiday series!

Isn't That Interesting? Main Story

"Okay! Okay! My turn!" Goku shouted. "Vegeta! I pick you! Truth or Dare?"

"What do you think?" Vegeta smirked. "The Saiyan no Ouji is afraid of no measly dare!"

"Okay then…I dare you to…to…I dare you to kiss BULMA!!" He clapped his hands together as the rest of the group ohhhed and ahhhhed at his dare.

"ME? Kiss that ugly woman?" Vegeta snorted, but was already in the process of pulling Bulma into his lap. She yelped in surprise as he caused her to spill her beer.

"Vegeta! You bastard! You spilled my beer!" she slurred, waving her arms frantically above her head.

"Shut up, you ugly woman." Vegeta growled back, pulling her close and kissing her roughly. Bulma moaned drunkenly and dropped the half-empty bottle in her hand, opting to wrap her arms around the Saiyan's muscular neck.

"WHOOOOO!!!!!! I think Trunks is gonna get made soon!" Goku hollered in his drunken stupor, forgetting his promise to the young boy from the future.

"Goku, you silly billy cheesie weesie." Chi Chi giggled. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't remember…" Goku scratched his head, but missed and accidentally hit Krillin instead. "What did I say?"

"That's funny…I don't remember now. Isn't that funny Goku bunny?" she soon broke up into a fit of laughter, but stopped as she saw Bulma and Vegeta, still kissing.

"Why you deranged little man! Get off my best friend!" She yelled, trying to shove Vegeta out from under Bulma.

"Awww! Let 'em kiss Chi!" Goku drawled, pulling his wife back. "HEY VEGETA!"

"WHAT?" Vegeta growled, finally breaking the kiss.

"It's your turn."

"Fine…" Hazy black eyes scanned the room, in search of a target. "Master Roshi! Truth or Dare?"

"DARE!"

"I dare you to kiss Tien!" Vegeta laughed, causing Bulma to fall off of his lap and onto the floor. Without a second thought, Master Roshi launched himself at the three-eyed warrior, giving him a big wet kiss.

"Aww Damnit Roshi! Did you have to use your tongue?" Tien cried out, spitting and sputtering. Meanwhile, Bulma and Vegeta had gone back to kissing, and Yamcha was just looking on in awe.

EARLY THE NEXT MORNING…

"Mmmm…" Bulma groaned softly as she cracked her eyes open. She yawned and stretched, then flipped herself over to use the smooth, broad chest next to her as a pillow. Wait a minute…smooth, broad chest? "Bulma's eyes shot open as she felt something move next to her…most likely the owner of the smooth, broad chest. "VEGETA?" she cried out, grabbing the blankets and pulling them around her. It was then that she realized she was naked…and so was the Saiyan in her bed.

"What the hell do you want, you ugly woman? Is it breakfast time already?" Vegeta grumbled, still half asleep.

"Vegeta open your eyes and wake up!" Bulma cried frantically, shaking him. Finally, he growled at her and sat up. He too, realized that they were both naked and in the same bed, and nearly panicked.

"Oh man…this can't be good." he groaned, then flushed hotly as he realized there was nothing covering him. "Damnit woman! Give me some blanket!" He cried out.

"Hello? I'm naked here!" she shot back.

"So am I, you baka!" The second this left his mouth, Bulma couldn't help but to look down and confirm what he was saying. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips unconsciously, as she stared at the massive appendage that Vegeta was currently trying to cover up. "See something you like woman?" he sneered, causing her face to flush. "It's to bad that you don't remember what happened then, ne?"

"You don't remember either!"

"So?"

"SO GET OUT!" she cried, grabbing his pants off the floor and throwing them at him. Vegeta scowled at her, but did as she asked and left.

The minute he left, Bulma curled up in her blankets and began to cry. She had been a virgin, meaning to save herself for Yamcha on their wedding night…that is if he ever asked her to marry him. Now though, that was all gone just because of one lousy little night of drinking. It just wasn't fair! Yamcha was good to her, and she had cheated on him. It just wouldn't be fair to expect him to still want her after she had given herself to another man after refusing him for so long. Especially since that man happened to be Vegeta. The two hated each other with a passion. Yamcha felt threatened by his presence, she knew, and Vegeta…well, Vegeta hated everybody. And to make things worse, Bulma had the mother of all hangovers, thanks to Master Roshi's damn St. Patrick's Day party.

"Oh my Kami! What am I going to tell Yamcha!" she wailed, clutching her throbbing head in her hands. "He's been so good to me all these years and I went and threw it all away in one lousy night! And with VEGETA of all people!"

Little did she know, Vegeta was standing right outside her door. He wanted his shirt. Stupid Woman…I'm ten…no, a hundred thousand billion times better than that little human baka…For some reason, it hurt Vegeta, deep down inside, to think that she did not like the idea of sleeping with him. It angered him somewhat, as if he were not good enough to share the woman's bed! He, the Saiyan no Ouji, not good enough for her? The idea was preposterous! Were he on Vegetasei, women would be throwing themselves at him. They would be kneeling before him, kissing his feet, BEGGING to please him! But instead…instead he was stuck on this miserable little rock, reduced to accepting shelter from a low class woman who thought herself too good for him.

Vegeta growled softly to himself, and pounded on the door. "Open up Woman!" he roared. "I need my shirt!"

"Come on in." Bulma murmured back, hugging the blanket around her still nude form. She watched with teary eyes as Vegeta entered, grabbed his shirt off the floor, then left as quickly as he had come.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Bulma burst into tears once more. She couldn't believe how cold he had been. He hadn't even acknowledged her presence aside from a small nod. He didn't ask her if she was okay, or try to comfort her or anything! She felt so used, so dirty…it was a damn good thing he had been drunk too, or she would have been raging by now as well.

LATER THAT DAY…

"Kami, how am I going to break this to him?" Bulma moaned as she put on her makeup. She had decided to go over to Yamcha's place and confess after supper. She had considered just keeping it a secret, but her conscience had been nagging her all day. Damn little voice…

Dinner had been one of the worst meals of her life. Vegeta was eerily silent throughout the meal, and the air had been thick with tension. Mrs. Brief's had tried to lighten up the mood, but her pointless anecdotes did little good. Bulma had winced as her mother began asking about Yamcha, and she remembered seeing Vegeta tense up as she said she would be going to visit him later. After dinner, he had departed immediately, heading towards the gravity room to train. What was wrong with the man? He had been cold as ice towards her all day, but now he seemed angry, almost hurt, that she was going to see her boyfriend. What exactly did he expect her to do?

Bulma breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled out onto the road in her convertible. It felt so good to be outside, with the wind blowing through her hair as she sped along. She would be at Yamcha's place soon, and was still unsure of what she would say to him.

"Hi Yamcha! Guess what? I slept with Vegeta, but I still love you." she snorted. "Yeah right Bulma. He's gonna dump you for sure." she sighed quietly. "It's not as if you don't deserve it though…"

Trying to quell her anxieties, she rapped quickly on the door of Yamcha's small, two-bedroom apartment. He answered the door after a moment and, smiling, ushered her in. "Bulma! What a nice surprise! I definitely wasn't expecting you…" He trailed off, seeing the worried look on his girlfriend's face. "Bulma? You look upset. What's wrong sweetie?" He put a comforting arm around her shoulders and led her to the couch.

"Yamcha…" Bulma breathed, "We need to talk."

"Sure thing babe. You want anything though? I'm a little hungry myself."

"No, I'm fine thanks. I just ate before I came. You go ahead though." She watched, all the time fiddling with her purse strap, as Yamcha prepared himself a double decker clubhouse sandwich and sat down to eat it. Oh Kami, why did this have to happen? He's just so good to me, and I repay him by going off and sleeping with Vegeta!

Yamcha polished off his sandwich quickly, and scooted close to her on the couch. When he attempted to pull her against him though, she resisted, giving him a meek little half-smile instead of an explanation.

"Yamcha…I have something very important to tell you, and since you know I don't believe in beating around the bush, I'll be blunt."

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Last night, after Master Roshi's party, Vegeta and I flew home completely drunk. This morning, we woke up together in my bed, completely naked…" she trailed off, averting her eyes to the floor in shame. When she looked back up a moment later, Yamcha had paled visibly, and his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. "Yamcha, I'm so sorry!" Bulma wailed, bursting into tears. Yamcha watched silently for a few moments, before finally speaking.

"Are you sure you slept with him?" Yamcha murmured his eyes boring into her own.

"I…I don't know. I don't remember anything." Bulma's voice had taken on almost a childlike quality. She sounded young, and lost. "We…just assumed…Well, we did wake up naked together…What else could we have been doing, Yamcha?" she sounded desperate now, desperate for another explanation.

"Well…" Yamcha started, "I…I forgive you Bulma. I care about you too much to begrudge you for something you did when you were drunk." He pulled Bulma into his arms and embraced her, as she cried softly into his chest. "I love you."

Vegeta growled, as Bulma flounced into the kitchen, having obviously made up with Yamcha. Her mood darkened though, as she saw him sitting at the table. For some unknown reason, it hurt him to think that she had returned to Yamcha. He felt betrayed somehow, and it angered him. He had always demanded complete loyalty from any troops he led, but then again, Bulma wasn't one of his soldiers. She was weak and whiny, and Kami, why did he even care for her? Just because she was cute didn't mean anything. He had met plenty of beautiful women in his lifetime, many of who found him irresistible, and yet he had never given them more than a passing glance. Here though, was this pitiful little human female who managed to worm her little way into his…into his what?

Could she have wormed her way into his heart? Did that mean he loved her? Or was the attraction simply hormonal? It was completely understandable that she could arouse him sexually, for she was rather comely, with her shapely form and sparkling eyes. But…he felt that there was more to it than that…there had to be some emotional connection for him to feel so insanely jealous! Could it be? Was it possible that Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji had…bonded?

THE NEXT DAY…

"Come on Vegeta!" Goku yelled, flying at his sparring partner. "What's wrong with you?"

"You dare to insult me, Kakarott?" Vegeta growled, blocking Goku's kick with his forearm. "You will pay for your insolence!" he flew at the younger man with a series of lightning fast kicks and punches, managing to get a few past his defenses.

"Gravity simulation increased to 350 times planet's natural gravity." Both fighters were distracted a moment, as the cool mechanical voice cut into their thoughts.

"Wow Vegeta! We're sure burning it today!"

"Shut up Kakarott, and concentrate on the fight!" Vegeta growled back, taking the offensive once more. He was soon forced to take the defensive though, as Goku came at him. He was soon down on the ground, and Goku could tell his comrade wasn't exactly thinking about the fight. He had noticed that the older man's moves had been sluggish today, and his timing was completely off.

"Vegeta…" Goku flew down and turned off the gravity simulator unexpectedly, causing Vegeta to fly upwards into the roof, smacking his head.

"What the HELL did you do that for?!?" Vegeta roared, floating down to the floor with a hand on his head.

"Vegeta…something's wrong with you today. Your mind is not on the fight. Wanna talk about whatever is bothering you?"

"No." Vegeta said, simply.

"Come on Vegeta! It'll make you feel better!" Goku pleaded.

"Do you not know what the word 'no' means Kakarott? Or would you like me to get you a dictionary?" Vegeta growled back, stalking towards the gravity room console.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't be right to force you to talk about your feelings, so I'll just BLAH!" Goku pounced, with a cry, onto the unsuspecting Prince, tackling him to the floor.

"Kakarott! What the hell do you think you're doing!" Vegeta yelled, unable to push the larger man away.

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's wrong!"

"Kakarott, if you think I'm going to talk about feelings to you, you're sadly mistaken! I'll have you know AHHH!!!" Vegeta screamed as one of Goku's sweaty socks was pushed over his nose.

"I won't take it away until you agree to talk to me!" Goku said, in a sing song voice. Vegeta continued to struggle, as his face began to turn blue from holding his breath. Finally, he lay still and simply glared at his captor. "Will you talk?" Vegeta rolled his eyes, but nodded. Goku smiled and rolled off of the smaller man, taking the foul sock with him.

"Kami! What are you trying to do? KILL ME???" Vegeta screamed, moving as far away from the offensive article of clothing as he possibly could.

"You promised to talk."

"I promised nothing! You should know by now not to trust me!" Vegeta smirked, but Goku held up the sock in a threatening manner, and Vegeta immediately paled. "Okay, okay…I'll talk…but if you tell anyone, I mean ANYONE about this, I swear I will hunt you down and kill you, but before I do that, I will force you to watch the agonizingly slow deaths of your wife and son!" Vegeta growled menacingly.

"Gee Vegeta…That's pretty harsh, but okay! You can trust me!" Goku laughed, scratching the back of his head. Vegeta rolled his eyes in exasperation. "So, what's the problem?"

"I…I…" Vegeta trailed off, his deep voice becoming an incoherent mumble, as a soft blush stained his olive cheeks.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you!"

"I LIKE BULMA, OKAY!" Vegeta roared, suddenly very angry. Goku's eyes widened, and he laughed softly.

"Vegeta likes Bulma! Vegeta likes Bulma!" He chanted, dancing around like an idiot. "Vegeta likes Bulmooomph!" he was cut off as the Saiyan no Ouji punched him in the stomach. Hard.

"Bakayaro…" Vegeta muttered, pacing agitatedly about the room.

"So, what's the problem?"

"She's with that human man…Yamcha." Vegeta sneered.

"You're right…"

"Of course I am!"

"So…just tell her how you feel."

"WHAT!" Vegeta cried. "Are you crazy?!?"

"Well," Goku reasoned, "What's the worst thing that could happen? It's not like she's going to laugh at you or anything. And besides, there's always the chance that she could feel the same way!"

"If she felt that way, she would not be with the human man." Vegeta growled, then his mood changed, and his voice softened, to a near whisper. "He makes her happy Kakarott…I could not ask her to give that up for me. I do not deserve such a woman."

"Come on Vegeta!" Goku cried out in alarm. He had only once seen Vegeta depressed, and it worried him "What happened to the proud Saiyan no Ouji, second to no being, dead or alive?"

"No Kakarott! Do you not see the truth?" Vegeta roared. "All these years I have deluded myself, ranting like a madman about my superiority! I am Vegeta, prince of a dying race. I have but one pureblooded subject, who is stronger than myself! I, the prophesized one, a direct descendant of the first Super Saiyan, cannot achieve that which a third class warrior flaunts before me! I am NOTHING Kakarott! Do you not understand? I am nothing but a fool, a crazy, deluded fool with nothing to offer but a broken dream and the legacy of a dead race."

"No, Vegeta! That's not true!" Goku cried. He was really worried now. The day Vegeta admitted his un-greatness was the day the world ceased to exist.

"Leave." Vegeta whispered, turning his back towards the other man.

"But…"

"I said LEAVE!" Vegeta roared, whipping around to face Goku once more. "Do as your prince commands," he chuckled softly, a quiet, empty laugh, "and leave." his voice had returned to that sorrowful whisper once more.

Goku fled, absolutely terrified. Unbeknownst to him, Vegeta's power had increased drastically as he ranted, and Goku feared that Vegeta might try something in this strange state of emotional upheaval.

Vegeta growled to himself as the other man left. He punched the gravity controls, wincing as the electricity surging through the circuits burnt his hand.

MEANWHILE…

"Bulma come on! It's not like you have a virginity to save anymore." Yamcha grumbled. They were sitting on Bulma's bed, and he had been unsuccessful in his advances once more.

"But Yamcha…we don't know for sure." Bulma squirmed uncomfortably, wringing her hands.

Yamcha had been about to say 'and there's no better way to find out' but bit his tongue back. It wouldn't do anything but upset her. "Come on baby." he murmured instead. "Don't be so unrealistic. You woke up together after a night of heavy drinking. What else could have happened?" He felt really bad about trying to guilt Bulma into this. He really did love her, but the truth was that he couldn't overcome his jealousy over the Saiyan. She had refused every advance Yamcha made drunk or sober, and it hurt that she had accepted the Saiyan. It just wasn't fair.

"I…I guess you're right Yamcha." Bulma murmured, allowing herself to be lowered onto the bed. This did not feel right. It felt so completely wrong, and she wanted to scream and hurl Yamcha off of her, but was worried that she would lose him.

Yamcha smiled reassuringly down at her as he bent over to open her blouse. He tossed it to the floor, and her bra soon followed. Just then, the door flew open with a bang, causing Bulma to shriek.

Vegeta stood in the doorway, stunned, unable to tear his eyes away from Bulma's naked flesh. Only after she had gathered enough sense to cover herself, had he been able to regain his composure. "Ummm…What?" Bulma squeaked, her face flushed.

"The gravity room's controls are busted." Vegeta stated, gruffly, trying to hide his own blush.

"Okay." Bulma reached for her shirt, and Vegeta waited patiently for her to put it back on, then preceded her out the door. "Um, Yamcha? I think you should go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"What? You're just going to drop what we were doing and fix the damn machine?" Yamcha jumped up with a growl.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and glared at the human man. "Well, it's like this. You see, she's smart because she knows that I need to train to beat the androids. Maybe you should try it human, instead of playing around."

Bulma, seeing that Yamcha looked ready to attack the Saiyan, decided to intervene. "Goodnight Yamcha. I'll see you tomorrow," she said, adding a little authority to her voice as she nudged Vegeta out the door and towards the stairs.

"Good Kami Vegeta!" Bulma cried, seeing the huge dent in the control console. "What the hell happened to this thing?" she waved her arms about, and Vegeta found his gaze drifting to her bouncing chest; she had forgotten to but her bra back on and every movement caused her pert breasts to bounce and jiggle around.

"I punched it." he stated simply, ignoring Bulma's slack jawed gaze.

"You punched it…Oh my gosh! Your hand!" she cried, just noticing the charred skin on Vegeta's right hand. "Let me see!" she gasped as she examined the burnt flesh, and rushed Vegeta down into the lower decks of the modified space ship. Ushering him into the bathroom, she dug around in the medicine cabinet, giving the already aroused Saiyan a perfect view of her round little behind, until she found a first aid kit. Quickly, she spread some cooling cream over the burns and wrapped his hand in gauze bandages. Vegeta watched, trying to stay in control of himself, as her rapid movements caused her chest to bounce even more.

"Vegeta," Bulma murmured, inspecting her work, "I suppose I should thank you."

"For what?" Vegeta asked, totally confused. Why would the woman be thanking him?

"Well…you kinda picked a good time to walk in on Yamcha and I." she continued, seeing the puzzled look on her patient's face. "I mean, it's not that I don't love him or anything, it's just that I'm not ready to have sex with him yet."

"Then…then why were you allowing him to touch you?"

"I…I love him so much Vegeta. I was so worried I would lose him if I didn't do what he wanted. I mean, I had already expected to lose him after I confessed that you and I…well…" she trailed off, a soft blush creeping over her cheeks. Something else was different to though, at the thought of what must have happened that night, Bulma felt a warm heat spread throughout her lower body.

"You shouldn't have to sleep with a man, just so he'll stay with you." he sneered. Hearing her words, Vegeta felt crushed. Kami, how could he have been so stupid as to let himself fall for the little weakling? She was in love, in LOVE with another man…This was probably a punishment for all the terrible things he had done in the past…

"There you go Vegeta." Bulma patted his gauze-covered hand lightly. "I'm going to go see what I can do about the console now, but, judging by what I saw earlier, I think it will take a few days at the least to fix." Vegeta nodded his head in acknowledgement, and stalked out the door once she had moved.

"Fix it as fast as possible woman." he growled over his shoulder. "You know I have training to do."

Later that night, around 7:00, the phone rang, and Bulma picked it up. "Moshi moshi? Oh! Hello Yamcha." she smiled lightly, thinking he would still be mad at her for what happened earlier. "Sure I'll come over…Okay, bye!"

The drive to Yamcha's place went rather quickly, and Bulma soon found herself knocking lightly on the door to his apartment. The door opened quickly, revealing Yamcha, dressed up in black dress pants and a white button up shirt. He was clean-shaven, his hair was done neatly, and he smelled of the cologne that she had bought him for his birthday.

"Hey sweetie. Come on in." Yamcha ushered her through the darkened apartment, and into the small dining room to find a candlelit dinner waiting.

"Oh Yamcha! You didn't have to do this!" Bulma hugged him, wishing she had dressed up a little more. All she wore was a plain white shirt and a pair of jeans.

"I wanted to baby," he said, steering her towards the table, then pulling out a chair for her. She sat down with a tiny giggle, and Yamcha seated himself across from her. Their meal was a pleasant one, but Bulma just couldn't seem to get into the romantic mood. It felt as if it should be someone else seated across from her.

Dinner was soon over, and the couple moved over to the couch, where they snuggled together. Things started to heat up, and Yamcha's hands were soon struggling to undo the clasp on Bulma's bra. She moaned softly, but found that she was not really enjoying herself as she had in the past. Yamcha didn't seem to notice though, as he was soon working on the fly of her jeans.

"You shouldn't have to sleep with a man, just so he'll stay with you." Vegeta's words rang through her head. Kami! What am I doing? I'm not ready for this! I'm just not ready!

"Yamcha please…" she murmured, "Please stop."

"Wha…what?"

"I…I'm not ready for this Yamcha. I'm sorry." Bulma whispered, doing her jeans back up and reaching for her shirt.

"But Bulma!" Yamcha cried. "What about what you did with Vegeta?"

"Please don't bring that up Yamcha. You know full well that we were drunk and I wouldn't have done it if I were sober!" She wondered if what she was saying was really true. The Saiyan no Ouji was rather attractive, and she had often caught herself daydreaming about him; even before that night. Would she really have had the self-control to resist him if she were sober?

Yamcha jumped up and followed Bulma as she made her way to the door. "Damnit Bulma! I swear to Kami that if you leave now, we're through!" he yelled angrily. "I mean it!"

Bulma looked back sadly at the man before her, chewing delicately on her lip, and smiled softly. "Then, I guess this is goodbye Yamcha. It was fun while it lasted." she murmured, then got up on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

The drive home was a blur of streetlights and fluorescent signs, but Bulma did not care all that much. She was surprised though, to find that the gravity machine was not running as she pulled into the driveway. It was only midnight, and Vegeta would normally be out there for at least another hour or so.

Walking into her room, Bulma stripped off her clothes and pulled on some comfy pajamas; a tank top and matching pants. Then, she padded over to Vegeta's door, which was just down the hall, and pressed her ear against it. Hearing nothing, she pushed the door open a crack, and was surprised to see Vegeta sprawled out on his bed, emitting a soft purring snore. She crept inside the darkened room, and closed the door behind her. Then, she crawled into Vegeta's bed beside him, the movement of the mattress causing him to stir.

"Wo…Woman?" Vegeta mumbled, still groggy. "Woman, what the hell are you doing here?" It was then that he noticed her crying. "What's wrong with you?"

"I…I just broke up with Yamcha." she sniffled.

"Why would you do a thing like that? You just told me today that you loved him."

"I…I guess I wasn't as happy with him as I thought, so I decided to end the relationship before it went any further."

"So what are you doing here, in my bed?"

"Well," she snuggled a little closer to the powerful man beside her, "I thought that maybe I could start a new relationship…with you." she flushed, then quickly tried to cover her mistake. "I mean, it's like putting two and two together, because we've already…you know…and my parents always told me to save myself for the man I was going to spend my life with, so I thought we could maybe give us a chance and see how it turns out."

Vegeta chuckled softly at the woman's embarrassment. It was obvious that she wanted him but, like himself, she was afraid of rejection. "Hush woman." he murmured, bringing a finger to her lips. He scooted closer to her, and bent down, meeting her lips with his own.

Both were surprised at the sheer intensity of the kiss, but pleased as well. Bulma moaned softly, pressing her body tightly against Vegeta's, who responded by wrapping one muscular arm about her tiny waist.

"Bulma…" the Prince groaned softly, gently pushing her down onto her back so he could crawl over her. He tugged at the hem of her shirt, and lifted it up above her head and off of her body as she lifted her arms up. He kissed her again, barely brushing his mouth against her own, and continued like that all the way down past her chin, neck, and collarbone; towards her breasts, where he licked and suckled at one puckered nipple, while his hand skillfully massaged the other one. Bulma moaned and arched her back, bringing her arms up to cradle his head to her. Vegeta chuckled quietly, and ducked his head away from her as she whimpered, wanting more.

He picked up his kiss trail again, down to her flat stomach, where he paused to lick her navel, then further to the hem of her pants. He looked up at her, and she nodded quickly, giving him all the permission he needed. Gently, he pulled them off, along with a pair of panties. Vegeta then crawled back up over his mate and lay beside her, propping himself up on one elbow, while his free hand toyed with her womanhood. He stroked the hot flesh slowly, applying a slight pressure, but never dipping his fingers in. Bulma moaned and bucked as his skillful hand found her nub, rolling the hard little bead between his thumb and forefingers.

"Vegeta please!" she cried out, her little hands clutching desperately at his arms and shoulders. "Please Vegeta! Now!"

"What's the matter little one? Don't you want to play some more?" Vegeta murmured, his husky voice sending shivers up her spine.

"Iie! Please, I…" she flushed heatedly. "I want you in me now!"

"Are you sure?" he asked, rolling over to position himself above her.

"Hai!" she bucked her hips upward against his, hoping to encourage him.

"Very well then." Vegeta lowered himself in slightly. "As you wish." he thrust himself fully in, past her barrier, stopping immediately as he heard Bulma's shriek of pain. His eyes widened. Her barrier? But he had thought that they…It was true though, that neither one of them remembered exactly what had happened… "Well," Vegeta murmured softly, against her ear. "Isn't that interesting?"

Well, that's the end! Hope ya liked it! Review please!