Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ She's Mine: Heart of The Prince ❯ Chapter 1

Authors Note: I know I said I wouldn't be writing anything new but I did this little one shot as a Christmas gift for all those who do enjoy the way I write. A little insight to how Vegeta feels about Bulma after years of being together. Happy reading and happy holidays all!!!

Regards,

S …

She is Mine:

Heart of The Prince

I know a long shower, with its hot sprays rasping against my naked body, would lessen the tension from yet another intense training session. Well that or Bulma, writhing under me in pleasure while she calls only my name. A smirk crosses my sensual lips at the thought of my mate.

Yes, her melodious voice always felt like it could touch the deepest and darkest depths of me, unraveling feelings I had thought non existent or destroyed by the villainous actions of my past and the tyrant who I was forced to call master. Not that I would ever admit such words out aloud but she knew!

She had the ability to read my dark eyes and what made it all the more surprising was that her ingenious technique was not due to our Saiyan bond. No, it was not because we shared dreams, memories, thoughts or feelings it was simply because she was who she was.

Again, not because she is my mate or my wife but because she is who she is. She is the only one that is for me. She understands me like no other and maybe that is why our relationship has survived so much and so far into a future where only happiness surrounds us. Yes, we have come along way from our simple beginning of arguments, lust and our son. We still have all those but only now it is of a truly significant meaning.

“Hmph! What am I thinking all these sentimental thoughts for? If the woman heard them I would not be left in peace.” I scowl as I turn of the sprinkling water. But now my scowl was not of malicious intent or irritation, it was simply just a habit.

It seems worlds away from the time that I believed that happiness did not exist. Being a slave of Frieza from the tender age of ten had left its mark on me. Scarred me in ways that I thought would never heal by stealing every ounce of innocence a Saiyan cub could posses. I was left a man struggling to regain my freedom after struggling to keep my father alive. When that failed and my father, along with my planet and entire race was destroyed I had no hope.

Hope, such a word I would have balked at in the past. Words like hope, feelings, care and love would have meant nothing to me after the destruction of my planet and race. Hell, they meant absolutely nothing to me before she showed me how to be happy.

“Bulma.” Here I stand whispering her name in an empty house, not while in the throes of passion or while speaking to her, just because she is a part of me. She will always be a part of me. She asks' not for words of love and gestures of affection from me but only that I am here. Everyday that she sees me is enough for her. And when night falls and we share blissful nights of love making, which I would never call in her presence, I hold her close to my chest and she knows that I love her.

Only once have I said those three words to her and yet she never doubts them for she can look into my eyes at any time and see the truth for herself, even if I am scowling, snarling, ignoring her or simply arguing with her. I walk into the lounge, the large room where we have watched our children grow into young adults. It seems a miracle that I could be a father, and maybe not the most affectionate one, but a good father.

Yes, Bulma and my children think me a good father, a good man and even a great warrior. And now, that is simply enough for me. Although Kakarot will always be my rival I have lost all jealousy towards the clown. We only share a mutual understanding and sometimes his extraordinary power makes me envious but for as long as I am held in such high regards by my family I feel proud! I have not yet lost my pride, something that I have treasured beyond all else during the days of my loneliness.

I look upon the pictures that stand upon the mantle, pictures of my family and even I. Of course there is no cheery smile gracing my features but for those who know me well they will see the look of content and pride that is etched into my dark eyes.

“Hey hun.” Her voice calls out to me as she enters the room with many shopping bags.

“Where is Bulla?” I ask in my normal nonchalant voice without a reply to her greeting.

“Oh she wanted to stay over at Pan's.”

Ah, finally some alone time, the entire house to ourselves. I go to her quickly as she is bending over some bags. She may not be a Saiyan female but she has still aged gracefully. She will always be the most beautiful female in my eyes. The only one who could ignite fire in my blood, increase my heart rate and then calm me with blissful satisfaction.

I wrap my arms around her waist and press my self against her lush bottom while I taste her creamy neck. She presses herself into me and it always feels as if she is melting against me in the heat of our passion. We fit together so perfectly that if I was anything less than cynical I would be tempted to believe that we were made for each other!

Of course I have long since come to the conclusion that we are meant for each other! It was after the entire Cell saga that I began to think of what she meant to me. Without my mind focused on battle or training to surpass Kakarot I found myself musing over the incidents that led to our son, Trunks. I couldn't help that notice that with the arrival of Mirai Trunks many things had shifted in this time line. The lateness and amount of Androids, the delay in Kakarot's heart virus, the arrival of Cell and yet Bulma and I had still conceived Trunks at the same time as we had in the past!

I knew then that no matter which timeline, Universe or life we would always find our way to each other. Because we were meant to be! I think I would choose her even in a room full of Saiyan women and that even if we had known that Mirai Trunks was our son, from the future, we would have still conceived him in this timeline!

“Mmm” she moans only causing my arousal to harden. “Did you miss me?” she whispers seductively and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Hmph.” I give my usual response filled with nonchalance but we both know the answer to her question. I rub my now throbbing erection against her so she can feel my answer.

She gasps softly and I smirk at her reaction. After all this time we still feel the same need for each other as if we were nothing but hormone raging teenagers. She turns in my embrace to face me and I can't help but be drawn in by those startling blue eyes that always seem to darken with desire for me. After all that I have done she loves me for me. She doesn't care who I was or what I was, she sees beyond the monster I was made to be. And even when I feel like I don't deserve to hold her in my arms, she gives herself to me so willingly, so freely, so completely that she erases any doubts that linger in my mind about my unsuitability. How could I have ever thought I didn't want or need this? Want or need her?

She smiles seductively at me and being as impatient as I always am I lower my lips to claim hers in a heated kiss. Her lips part to allow my tongue to meet hers in an erotic duel.

As always one kiss leads to burning desire and our hands roam each others bodies like lovers reacquainting ourselves, even though we know each and every inch of each others being. My touch still causes her body to shudder as hers does mine! My lips leave hers to trail soft kisses along her smooth jaw and creamy neck causing her to arch into me and her fingers curl into my hair.

With experienced yet frenzied hands we remove each others clothing leaving us bare to each others gaze. I step back lightly to admire her creamy length. Her full breasts with its rosy tips, her flat tummy with its lush hips and the heart of her which belongs only to me. Her eyes are half lidded, intoxicated with desire, yet I know she can feel my heated gaze upon her soft flesh.

I run one finger through the center of her and she gasps in pleasure, her body instinctively arching towards my touch. With a smirk I lower my head to entrap one budding nipple in my mouth and am rewarded with a delicious moan. My fingers trail a part to the heart of her and she arches at my touch her breathing heavy.

“Vegeta! Please, stop teasing me.” She begs me to end both our sweetly pained torture by taking her right there and then. A thought that I am not opposed to!

And at her words I can't deny her any longer. With one quick thrust I burry myself deeply inside of her. My moan of pleasure is coupled with her sigh of satisfaction and we both remain still for a long amount of time. Just basking in the feeling of our passionate coupling, strong bond and intense love! Of course that isn't enough and we start to move in perfect sync with each other. Slow, rhythmic movements which turn fast and desperate as we both climb the highest peaks of fulfillment.

As her climax comes and her body tenses around me I feel myself shudder with appreciation as I meet her at the dizzying heights of fulfillment! My arms tighten around her before I gently kiss the mark upon her neck that bounds her to me forever. Yes, she is mine!