Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Kita.... ( Chapter 21 )

Chapter Twenty One: Kita.... (Anticipation)

The long-anticipated dinner was almost ready. It seemed like the whole palace was in a bustle preparing for it. Prince Vegeta had every servant running around for one order or another, which was simply driving everyone insane.

Bulma meanwhile, stayed in her room, unknowing about the preparations for their "feast." She had long ago taken a luxurious bath, Nana pouring lavish perfumes and silky lotions into it, and then with an evil smile, poured even more in. Bulma had taken her time, examining her leg for any damage, which there did not seem to be any.

After taking her long bath, she had allowed Nana to help her dress in a ravishing dress of royal blue, one that accentuated her hair and eyes, and molded to all of her curves perfectly. The neckline was just above indecent, which made Nana chuckle every once and a while, and Bulma blush. She knew exactly what her old nursemaid was thinking.

While Bulma was in her room having her hair done magnificently, Vegeta shouted and threatened all the servants to the point of lunacy. He was nearly pulling his hair out by the time the table was set. Nothing was turning out the way he wanted it to, and it was infuriating him. First a stupid servant boy had spilled wine on the new carpet, and then a servant girl had bumped into him and slopped gravy all over his newly pressed shirt and pants. Needless to say, it had not gone well for the girl.

He had quickly changed his clothes, cursing under his breath about the clumsiness of young people. After that had been accomplished, he had surveyed the state of the table set by the fireplace. It was a little chilly tonight, which was odd for spring. He ordered a small fire to be built in the grate, and it was done immediately.

The food was set up on trays next to the table, and a bottle of wine was sitting in ice inside a bucket. Everything was perfect, except....

Flowers. He cursed for the millionth time, wondering if someone would be able to pick some when the sun had set almost an hour ago. He pulled over the boy who had set the fireplace and asked him quietly if he knew if someone could gather a bouquet of flowers for the centerpiece. The boy nodded and hurried off, leaving Vegeta in an agitated state. Everyone had left, the fire was burning steadily, the food was set up and their plates were ready. The footman that was to set their plates was standing outside the room, waiting for the call to set their plates. All that was missing was the flowers and his wife.

He hoped that she enjoyed dinner with him. He wanted it to be special, and everything had to be perfect. Every little detail was arranged to make her stunned and shocked. That was why even the flowers were important.

Twenty minutes later the same boy came running back into the room, his hands holding an exquisite vase filled with beautiful flowers of all colors. Vegeta actually smiled and thanked the boy he was so pleased.

After setting the flowers in the middle of the table and lighting the two candles, Vegeta set off for his wife's room. The space between their suites was considerable, and by the time he got there, he was nervous as hell. He felt himself begin to sweat, and he chastised himself for being pathetic. This was just dinner with his wife and it was going to be fun.

He knocked on her door and smirked when he heard a flutter of panicked noise behind it. He listened to the frantic voices and something crash to the floor, and then Bulma's voice saying something not so ladylike. He was smiling broadly by the time a flustered Bulma opened the door, looking divine in a royal blue dress, her glorious blue hair done up and held by a tiny tiara with diamond pins and pearls threaded through it. He felt all air evacuate his chest upon the sight of her breasts nearly overflowing the neckline of her gown.

Bulma felt all of her nervousness disappear and delicious vanity fill her at the expression on her husband's face. It took him a while to get over the sight of her, and by the time he did, his face was nearly blue from not breathing. Bulma had to chuckle to herself, knowing what had caused Vegeta to do that.

Vegeta looked away and stuck his arm out sheepishly for her to accept. She took it with a soft smile, making him harder than marble. He knew that only bad could come from this if she could just touch his arm and he became instantly hard.

He escorted her to his room, not a word spoken between the two in the short journey. He noticed that his wife kept looking at him from the corner of her eye, and he hoped that she enjoyed what she saw. He had taken special pains with his appearance, and he wanted her to appreciate his looks.

Bulma tried to keep her eyes in front of her, but try as she might, they kept straying to the man walking beside her. He looked utterly and completely dashing; everything that a prince was. She could swear that he could be naked and still look princely and aristocratic.

She felt her face flame. Naked? Where did that thought come from? Calm down Bulma; do not think of Vegeta naked, lying in bed, surrounded with silk sheets and pillows...scented candles burning romantically. Vegeta devouring you with his eyes and-

"Here we are, woman."

Bulma started at the sound of Vegeta's deep tones interrupting her daydream. And what a lovely daydream it had been....

Vegeta stared at the blissful expression on his wife's face and wondered what she could possibly be thinking to garner such a look. He nudged her into his room, for his door was standing wide open for them to go in. She seemed to enter his room in a trance, her steps slow and her eyes wandering over everything.

Vegeta watched as she drifted across his room to various objects, touching them lightly with surprise and then going on to the next thing that caught her eye. The last stop she made was his bed, and she touched its surface with a wary hand. Her eyes sought out his, and once she found them, she felt a bolt of something warm and unfamiliar make its way down low to her belly. His eyes were alight with desire; bright, yet dark at the same time. She looked away quickly, not knowing what else to do.

"Do you like it?" Vegeta asked huskily, hoping that the footman standing outside his room was ignoring them.

Bulma turned to look at him, shock registering in her body. She had not known that Vegeta had changed his room; in fact, she had just assumed that he had kept it in its familiar dark trappings. She remembered vividly hating every inch of his room and its darkness. It had made her feel cold, unwanted. Vegeta himself had made her feel that way as well.

But now, the room was completely different. The carpet had been replaced with one much lighter. In fact, it was quite beautiful. It had the most intriguing designs, laced through with blue, white, and small bits of other colors. Even the wallpapering had been removed and substituted with plain white, for she knew that her husband would never tolerate a floral design.

Just everything was different. The dark blankets and curtains that had been covering the bed were a lighter blue, instead of the almost blackish blue that had been there previously. The curtains covering the windows that she had never seen were open, allowing the moon to shine through the glass. Everything was so much cleaner, so much airier, so much better, that she nearly could not contain herself. She jumped into Vegeta's arms and squealed with delight.

"When did you do this? Surely you could not have had all this done in one day! It is so lovely, Vegeta! Why did you do it?" she asked, settling deeply into his arms. He moved his face closer to hers, just mere inches away from her lips. Preventing himself from kissing her was a test of his will, but he did not push himself away from her. He loved the feeling of her lush body against his.

"After I came home I decided to have it changed. I seem to recall a certain young lady not particularly liking it," he said with a chuckle, watching her look away guiltily. He stroked her left shoulder with his fingers, loving the exposed skin with the light touch of his fingertips. She did not flinch away.

"So when did you do it?" she asked softly, leaning deeper into his arms. She could feel her breasts pressed against the broad expanse of his chest, and relished the feeling of his hard muscles.

Vegeta was having a very hard time trying not to just throw her on the bed and have his way with her. Did she know what she was doing to him?

"I um, well, after I arrived home it started. I had the plans laid out quickly and the servants did most of the work. It was completed today," he said, looking around his changed room. It would take a while to get used to the different settings, but oddly, he liked it. It seemed like he could breathe easier.

"Oh Vegeta, I love it. I almost like it more than my room," she giggled, and then fell silent at the expression on her husband's face. He was staring so intently at her, looking so deeply in her eyes, that she felt like a magnet was pulling them together. She felt her eyes fall closed, and that was all it took.

Vegeta felt all the lust that he had been keeping deep inside himself, completely hidden, burst forth once her eyes closed in acceptance. He dived in, his mouth covering hers with intense hunger. She jumped in surprise, and he gentled his kiss just enough for her not to turn tail and bolt. He felt her gasp when his tongue touched her bottom lip, and he took the chance to thrust his tongue inside the lush haven of her mouth. He devoured the taste of her, the texture. He felt her responding tentatively, and relished in the feeling of her tongue dueling back with his.

Bulma became instantly aware of two things while they were kissing madly. One, the wonderful and utterly thrilling feeling of having his mouth on hers, his tongue twirling around hers and drawing small eager gasps from deep in her throat. She had never been kissed this way, and it made her feel languid, filled to the brim with awakening heat.

Two, she became aware only a second after touching his lips with hers of something hard poking her thigh. She felt both nervousness and anticipation fill her at the feeling of Vegeta's arousal pressing against her. She knew what it was; she was not completely stupid. For after all, she had grown up around horses her whole life, and after being raised around them, she had seen things that a young girl's eyes should not see.

Not wishing to scare his skittish wife, Vegeta ended the kiss gently, drawing on her lips with his own until she was panting heavily with undisguised want. He pulled away, and smiled when she leaned in for more, her hands gripping onto his shirt as if she needed support. She looked so alluring with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed and her red lips parted for more. He had to physically restrain himself from carrying her to the bed and completely forget about the dinner.

"Bulma...."

She opened her eyes languidly, and his smile grew at the startled look in her blue eyes. She blinked a few times, as if to clear her head, and then her face flamed to a bright red. She pulled away and covered her cheeks with her hands, trying to hide her embarrassed state.

"Um, Vegeta...I never...well, I think that...you know that I...that was incredible," she blurted out, not knowing what else to say. The look on his face was worth it all, for she had never seen him so happy in her life. She wished that she could kiss him again.

"Thank you, my princess. Shall we begin our dinner?"

She nodded dazedly, and she let him bring her to her chair and push her in. She thanked him, and then listened as he called for the footman standing outside their room.

Vegeta knew just by looking at the footman that the man had known what they had been doing. However, he was either well trained or very smart, for he kept his eyes down and averted as he began serving their dinner. After their plates were filled with the food they wanted and their glasses filled with the expensive wine, Vegeta excused him. The man nodded, bowed to both of them, and left, closing the door behind him.

Bulma never expected something like this. She had thought maybe a dinner in the dining hall, or maybe even the private dining room, not Vegeta's private chambers. What was even less expected was the extravagance at which Vegeta had planned everything. A small fire was lit and the room was comfortable, and the two candles and the lights dimmed low created a perfectly romantic atmosphere. The lovely flowers sitting in the middle of the table in the attractive vase filled the room with a soft fragrance both appealing and soothing.

As they ate, Bulma was surprised that Vegeta engaged in conversation with her. She had never heard him talk about so much in her life, and it filled her with so much hope that a lump formed in her throat. She felt so many unknown and foreign feelings blossoming inside her that her head was reeling, and by the time the dinner was finished, she was hanging on every word he said. They talked about everything and nothing; about Anausia-sei, her parents, his parents. They even talked about Kakarott and Chichi, much to his dismay. She could tell that he disliked Kakarott, but she did not ask why for it was unimportant.

After she cleaned her plate and was patting her mouth politely with her cloth napkin, Vegeta rose and helped her out of her seat. She gave him a questioning look, and he just smiled.

"I promised you a surprise, remember? I will let you freshen up and then I will come get you in a minute. I have something to take care of," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her against his chest with a little tug. Bulma fell against him, all smiles and giggles. She wanted to kiss him more than anything, but she was too shy to do it herself. She glanced away, chewing on her bottom lip. She could not be a child forever, and with determination fit for a warrior, she turned back to him and pecked him on the lips. He looked slightly shocked, but a big smile formed on his mouth anyhow. She felt a blush coming on, and forced it down. He was her husband, and after almost four years, they still had not consummated their relationship. Which meant-

"Go, my princess. I shall get you in a moment," Vegeta said, still trying to recover from her innocent little kiss. That meager advance she had completed made his blood boil, and although he wanted to kiss her back with everything he had, he kept the urge down. He did not want to rush her, and from the looks of it, she appeared to be completely besotted with him already. He relished the knowledge.

Bulma pouted and pulled out of his arms with a playful glare. She moved towards his door and opened it, and with what she hoped was a seductive glance in his direction, left for her room.

Vegeta swallowed and drew in a deep breath after she left. He prayed that she did not know the kind of effect she had on him.

He moved to his dresser that had a sickeningly feminine mirror on it and opened the top left drawer. He pulled out what he needed and stared at it, hoping with every fiber in his being that she would like it. He hoped that she liked it; along with his other, perhaps more "caring" surprise he had in store for her after he gave her this.

Bulma quickly washed her hands after she nearly ran to her room and then gave herself a thorough inspection. Nothing seemed to be out of place, and if anything, she looked even more radiant. She supposed that after being in his company for a while and actually enjoying it, that she had begun to glow with the appreciation. She was almost giddy with the attention he had been bestowing upon her during dinner.

She jumped whenever she heard a knock on her door, and she quickly composed herself before she ran to the door and opened it. Vegeta walked in, and closed the door behind him. She gave him a puzzled glance, but she still had a smile on her face.

Vegeta felt the corner of his mouth tip up at the excited expression on her face. He realized at that moment how much he enjoyed seeing her happy. He would have to make sure to keep her happy more often.

He drew her closer to his side, and after drawing a small box from behind his back that he had been holding, he held it between them. She seemed to still, and she looked at him, shocked.

"What is this, Vegeta?"

Vegeta shrugged, suddenly feeling shy. A disgusting emotion, he thought blatantly. Get over it, you baka.

"I have been thinking lately," he said quietly, staring down at the black box. He still could not meet her eyes, and he shrugged again. "Our meeting and wedding day were not very memorable. So...I thought that I could give you this." He shoved it into her hands, not knowing what else to do and not wanting to stoop so low as to get down on one knee. He already felt pathetic enough.

Bulma held the small box and looked at him nervously. "Do you want me to open it?" she asked stupidly, fiddling with it.

He nodded, glancing away and staring at a spot on her bed. And what a nice bed it was....

Bulma opened the small black box slowly, and then stared. Her eyes darted to his still form only a foot away from her, and she swallowed convulsively.

"Is...is this for me?" she asked, gaining his attention. He nodded sheepishly, and watched attentively as she pulled out a small ring. It had a small silver band, with a very, very familiar blue stone imbedded in tiny diamonds around it. She glanced down at her ring finger, and turned pink when she saw that something very important was missing. She had refused to wear it after he had left. After all, it had not been that lovely to wear in the first place. It had just been a plain gold band.

Bulma felt his mouth twitch as she also looked down at Vegeta's right hand. She felt shame fill her when she caught sight of something glinting in the dim light.

She looked away. "I do not know what to say, Vegeta. I feel honored...and I feel ashamed," she said truthfully, both happy and sad when he drew her into his arms. Her eyes moved up the few short inches to see his normally expressionless face, and she was surprised to see a small smile on his lips.

"It is all right, my princess," he whispered, taking a hold of the hand that held the ring and taking it out of her palm. He slipped it on her ring finger, silently thanking the gods that it fit. He had only guessed her size.

"When did you get this?" she asked, turning it back and forth on her finger.

"Yesterday. When you were in the regeneration tank. I had a lot of time on my hands," he said with another smile. He shrugged. "I decided that I should get you something. Do you like it?"

Bulma threw her arms around him unabashedly. "Oh, Vegeta, I love it. It was so thoughtful. Thank you so much," she said softly, pressing her lips against his. This time he did not hold back the urge to do it back. He kissed her gently and softly, making her knees weak and her fingers cling to his shirt. A faint moan reached her lips and Vegeta felt her jolt with surprise that she had made such a sound. He pressed his mouth against hers harder and let his tongue touch her bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. She opened her mouth tentatively, and he rejoiced as her soft pink tongue touched his lightly.

Bulma leaned deeply into him as his hands moved from behind her back and neck and began to explore. She could not hold back the rush of color that hit her face, and she was thankful that he could not see it.

Vegeta let his fingers curve slowly over the lush mound of her breast, feeling a low moan vibrate from deep within his chest. She fit so perfectly within his palm, just like how every curve of her body met his with utter perfection. Everything about her was perfect....

Bulma felt Vegeta's fingers caressing her in places that she had never been touched before and began to feel tingles of heat gather deep within her. He handled her as if she was the most delicate creature in the world, afraid that he would hurt her with the slightest rough touch. She felt excitement and an unknown feeling-lust-hit her hard. It was almost too much, she was so unused to such things and experiences, and Vegeta was just building up the warm feeling, turning it into a hot, burning creature writhing inside her and ready to explode. She was soon moaning and panting, her body rubbing against his as instinct overcame her. She could hear his harsh breathing in her ear as his teeth pulled on her earlobe, making her shudder and tremble against him. Oh, it felt so good, so wonderful, that she never wanted it to-

Knock.

They both jolted to a stop and looked at the door. Bulma listened to his uneven breathing with alarm, wondering if he was all right, but realized only a second later that she was breathing the same way.

Knock.

Bulma pulled away from her husband and quickly smoothed her hair, trying to compose herself as hurriedly as she could before she answered the door. Who would be knocking on her door at this time?

She stepped towards the door, and with a brief glance in her husband's direction, opened it.

"Bulma...."

The young princess felt all blood drain from her face. This was totally and utterly unexpected...she had almost completely forgotten about her.

"Chichi...."