A/N: Do not own DBZ or the Cure

Chapter Sixteen: Glorious Blue

The kiss did not last very long, by any means. But it was tender and heartfelt and the aftermath left both Vegeta and Bulma panting and longing for more.

The Saiyan was the first to pull away. He studied the blue-haired female with apprehension, "Did he hurt you?"

Basking in the comforting security of his arms, she shook her to indicate she had not been injured during the attack. She smiled at him and tried to convey with her eyes the extent of her feelings for him.

In truth she had forgiven him, but even more than that she loved him. He had come back to her and in the process had saved her from being raped by Arlen. The thought of the feeble-minded gardener's intentions make her shudder with disgust.

Vegeta sensed her unease and pulled her close to him and held her protectively. She molded her body against his, dimly aware of her body's instant arousal with the contact. She laid her head on his shoulder and whispered, "Thank you, Vegeta".

He answered with a soft murmur and reached his hand to stroke her silky blue hair. He was contented by her forgiveness and as much as he had wished to resume his training, he could not conceive of releasing his hold on her. She felt so perfect in his arms and her fresh and clean scent was having an amazingly calming affect on him.

Bulma sighed happily, enjoying the feeling of Vegeta's fingers trailing through her dampened hair. She felt him nuzzle his face into her tresses and heard him inhale deeply.

The thought of Vegeta copping a ubiquitous smell rather than a feel, almost made her giggle aloud, but she wisely kept her humor to herself. She didn't want to destroy yet another magical moment with her lack if timing. Besides, the whole idea was a complete turn on.

She stepped out of his arms and gave him a wicked smile. "You know, Vegeta…I kind of did mislead poor Arlen into believing I wanted him."

The Saiyan Prince cocked a dark eyebrow questioningly at her statement. "And why is that, woman?"

Bulma tilted her head slightly and fumbled with the tie of her robe. "Well, I thought it was you pounding on the door and I…uh…opened the door in a rather provocative manner."

Vegeta frowned, not understanding her meaning until she untied the silk sash and pulled open her robe to demonstrate.

Bulma blushed as she gauged the Saiyan's reaction to her 'flashing' him. His eyes bulged slightly and his mouth fell open in surprise. She let her hands fall to her sides, leaving her bare flesh for Vegeta's viewing pleasure. "I wanted to convince you to stay with me..."

Her explanation and apology trailed off as she watched Vegeta's gaze turned from astonishment to a sexy sweep of lustful appreciation. His eyes seemed to memorize every inch of her nakedness as he took a few steps to close the distance between them.

Vegeta slowly trailed his eyes from her to torso to meet her gaze, the burning intensity in his dark eyes immediately causing the heat between her thighs to spread like a raging fire throughout her body.

The Saiyan Prince felt wild with desire. He had imagined her nakedness before and had even dreamt of it on occasion, but nothing would have ever prepared him for her astonishing beauty. He could never has guessed his reaction to her would have been this severe, the bare skin, rounded breast and that glorious tuft of blue hair awakening primal urges deep within his soul…feelings so long in dormancy he had almost thought they had been eradicated.

He noticed Bulma blushing and shook his head as he approached her, "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Woman. You are beautiful."

Bulma sucked in a gasp as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her breast. She held her breath with eager anticipation. Gods, how she wanted those electric fingers all over her body!

And there was nothing Vegeta would have preferred than to rip off the flimsy silk robe and take her right on the floor, but there were things that needed to be done. "And besides," he told himself with a wicked grin, "Once I get my hands on that gorgeous body, I don't intend on letting go!"

He pulled her robe shut and shook his head at the hurt that flooded her eyes. "I'm not rejecting you, Woman. But I seem to recall that you have a party of some sorts to prepare for and I have to see to it the imbecile that attacked you pays for his crime."

Bulma tied her robe shut and flashed a worried look at the Saiyan Prince. "Don't kill him Vegeta, promise me you won't!"

Vegeta cupped a hand under her chin and held his eyes steady with hers. "And why not? He had no right to touch you and I have murdered for less."

"I told you it wasn't entirely his fault and besides, his mother would be heartbroken. She's been a loyal employee for ages. At least let me speak with her and explain what has happened. I want Arlen to get help. I'll make arrangements to send him some place where he cannot hurt anyone."

Vegeta released his gentle hold on her face and nodded, "As you wish…but I am still going my keep an eye on him. I cannot promise to be as charitable if I find him anywhere near you again."

Bulma watched as Vegeta strolled into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and began pulling out various foods and beverages. She followed, noticing for the first time that his clothes were covered with mud.

"Vegeta", she asked, "Why are you so dirty? Where were you last night?"

The Saiyan plopped his multitude of food on to the table and began to consume at random. He tore open a package of uncooked hotdogs and stuffed them into his mouth. He looked up at Bulma and pointed outside. "Look for yourself," he said simply.

Curiosity overcoming her, she stepped out of the front door and surveyed her surroundings. The entire yard, formerly grassy and green had been transformed into a massive flower garden of blue. She covered her mouth to stifle her squeals of surprise.

She rushed back into the cottage and ran into the kitchen, nearly tackling him with her bear hug. "You did that for me?" she gushed. "Who knew Saiyans could be so romantic?"

Vegeta struggled out of her death grip, blushing and sputtering, "Romance has nothing to do with it Woman! I simply needed a way to return to your good graces and this was the best solution. You Earthling females are infuriatingly sappy with your emotions and luckily for me, easy to appease."

Bulma giggled at his intended indifference and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. "What ever you say Vegeta, but I still love the surprise." She eyed the vase of blue flowers that still sat on the table as realization hit.

"So these flowers are actually from you…not Arlen," she said deductively.

Vegeta frowned at the arrangement and tossed them into the garbage. "Like that imbecile could ever be as clever as I am. I found those flowers on a mountain top thousands of miles from here. The color reminded me of your hair, their fragrance of your scent. I spent hours digging and moving them here to surprise you. That moron put some in a vase and thought he would have his way with you. That loser…"

Vegeta snapped his mouth closed in horror. He had said way too much and spoken too truthfully from his heart. He shot Bulma a sheepish look and felt himself flush in discomfort.

Bulma felt her heart leap into her throat and bungee down towards her pelvis. Vegeta had openly admitted his feelings for her! She wanted to grab him and smother his crimson colored cheeks with kisses, but knew he was embarrassed enough already.

She merely smiled and sat down to eat her now ice cold breakfast, "Well, thank you Vegeta. They are amazingly beautiful and I'm going to wear some tonight for the Charity Ball. I'm sure everyone will be envious, especially when they realize they are impossible to find."

Relieved that she had changed the subject, Vegeta nodded and resumed his inhalation of the food on the table. Bulma too, nibbled thoughtfully on her now ice cold bagel. She wanted to ask Vegeta if he still planned on being her escort for the Gala, but was not sure how to broach the subject.

Bulma remembered the Saiyan's lusty reaction to her previous nudity and decided to use the best two weapons that she had, her mind and her body.

"Vegeta…"

"Hmmm?" was his reply. He couldn't have said otherwise as his mouth was stuffed full with Colby cheese.

"Does a bare pussy turn you on?" she asked while slinking over next to him. "My dress for tonight is so shear, I thought I'd get waxed. So my blue pubic hair won't show through the fabric…Vegeta…Vegeta…are you all right?"

She had to thump him square on his back in order to dislodge the cheese from his throat he had begun to choke on.

The offending cheese shot out of the Saiyan's mouth like a missile. He sat and coughed any remaining pieces of food left un-swallowed and gave Bulma a bleary-eyed appreciative nod of thanks.

Bulma rubbed his back soothingly and leaned over to whisper into his ear. "I'll take that as an affirmative."

Vegeta shivered as her breath brushed across his sensitive lobe. "Yes…" he croaked.

"So, does that mean you will still take me to the Charity Ball?"

Finally recovered, her turned to face he and grinned, "Just tell me what time that naked little pussy of yours would like me to be ready by…"

Bulma returned his sexy grin with a wink. "Pick me up at the main house at six. I'll have a limo waiting. Your tux will be hanging in your room."

She gave the Saiyan Prince a quick peck on the cheek and went off to get dressed. Vegeta stared at the bountiful amounts of food still spread out on the table and decided he was finished for now. He needed to resume his training and he needed to get his mind off of Bulma…at least for a little while.

Arlen, the former grounds-keeper of Capsule Corporation walked dejected into the Amphibian Emporium. He knew he had committed a major fuck up with his sexual advances on Bulma.

Arlen was no stranger to screwing-ups. He had lived a lifetime of acting on impulse without thinking of the consequences. And this morning had been no exception; he had truly believed Bulma Briefs had wanted him. Once glimpse of her beautiful body had caused him to lose whatever rational thought his feeble mind had been capable of.

But she hadn't wanted him. Not only had she rejected his affections, but also that little bastard boyfriend of hers had threatened to kill him. Now he was the ultimate loser, no Bulma to lust after, no job and no home.

If Arlen had any sense about him, he would have left before his mother caught wind of his wrongdoings. But Arlen was not a very smart man and truth was, he had nowhere else to go.

So he walked into the large domed building like a man walking to his doom. His only desire was to stay at CC, as this was the only home he had ever known. He sat down heavily at the frog pond to think about his options.

He let heavy tears of self-pity roll down his rough cheeks as he said good-bye to his little green friends.

"I did a bad thing today guys and now I have to go. I want to stay, but that mean little Vegeta will hurt me if he sees me again. So, I gotta' go far away." He buried his face into his hands and sobbed uncontrollably. He felt bad for scaring Bulma and he felt even worse for disappointing his mom. But mostly he felt sorry for his big stupid self.

Arlen was so inconsolable, that he failed to notice the big green frog that had hopped up on the rock next to him. Seeing the frog would have made the lumbering man feel better, as this strange, human-like frog had become one of his favorites.

The frog, which he named King Frog, loved to entertain Arlen with crazy tricks and funny faces. The frog was not acting quite so silly today, however.

Today King Frog had a sinister glint in his bulgy little eyes and quieted the big man's pathetic bawling with a gentle pat of a webbed foot.

"Arlen…" croaked the frog.

The ostracized grounds keeper looked up in confusion, had the little guy just said his name? He watched in bewildered silence as the frog patted him again.

"I can help you," it said with a harsh growl. "Do you trust me?"

Arlen nodded and had only time to shield his eyes in reaction as a bright light burst from the amphibian's mouth. Arlen soon felt the sensation of himself falling and when he felt brave enough to open his eyes once more; he found he was looking at the world through the eyes of a frog.

He blinked in confusion as he watched his former body stand and stretch. "I didn't think I'd ever be rid of that stinky, slimy little body!"

The "new" Arlen cast a bemused look at the baffled little bullfrog. "You look confused. Do you not understand the incredible gift I've given you? I have changed bodies with you, you little moron. Now you can stay here forever and fuck all the these horny little females, for the rest of your life!"

Arlen the frog jumped happily at the news, for this WAS great news. He could now stay at Capsule Corp forever and ever. He leaped off in pursuit of the nearest girl frog. The female twittered seductively and allowed herself to be caught by the big sexy male.

Captain Ginyu chuckled with evil glee at his newfound freedom. He had a human body once again, although it was not even half as powerful (or handsome) as his original self, but that was a mere set back. He could upgrade any time it suited him, but he had a bigger fish to fry right now…and the name of that fish was Vegeta.

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