Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Valentines Day Surprise ❯ The Valentines Day Surprise ( One-Shot )

An: I wrote this on Valentines Day.

And it's for my Very special Valentine, hugs and kisses, Kyle.

This fic contains strong lemon, and if you don't like that or you're to young then I suggest you not complain about it to me. For I have forewarned you.

I do not own Dbz or any thing pertaining to it. No matter how hard I wish to.

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The Valentines Day Surprise

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Bulma lay in bed. She was dressed in a red teddy that came to the top of her thigh. And a black see through lace jacket type thing, that went over the teddy and flowed around her to her knees. Her aquamarine hair was tied up in an elegant chignon. A few wispy strands of baby hair lay across her forehead, and the back of her neck.

Her French windows were unlocked, but closed to keep out the cold February night air.

With a sigh she turned on her side. Where was Vegeta? Today was Valentines and she had not seen him all day. She knew he didn't understand, nor care for earth holidays, but today was special. Romantically speaking. She hadn't gotten flowers or chocolate since Yamcha, and that had been two years ago.

A woman liked to be romanced every now and then, and Valentines was the right day to do it. How many people would be making love that nigh? Millions. And she just wanted to be a part of that.

Forget the flowers and the chocolate. She just wanted Vegeta to make sweet passion filled love to her, all night long. But the night was slowly dwindling away. A tear escaped her cerulean colored eyes, and ran down her cheek.

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The man in question sat a top the roof, above Bulma. He knew today was special to humans. Them in their silly emotions, had to have a day to celebrate them on. How pathetic, one should care for their mate every day. Not just celebrate it on one day because a calendar tells them so.

Kakarrott had told him that women didn't care. They lavished in the special attention they got from their 'valentine'. He didn't understand it at all. But he cared a lot for the weak Onna who had wrapped him around her beautiful finger, and ensnared his heart.

And if she wanted him to do what ever it was earthlings did on this day he would oblige her. Kakarrott had told him that buying flowers and or chocolate and spouting mushy stuff greatly pleased the female species of this planet.

So he had went out and bought Bulma the largest bouquet of blood red flowers the florist had, and a pendant of his affection for her. It was a locket. A heart shaped solid gold locket, which separated into two. He had it specially engraved. He hoped she liked it.

Vegeta glanced at the moon that was almost full. With a sigh he decide it was time to go in and face her. Hopefully she would like the items he had bought her.

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He floated down to hover in front of their window; she was lying on the bed, her back towards him. Gods she was beautiful and she was his. All his.

No man would ever touch her like he did, caressing her glorious body. Or look at her like he could; see her writhe in pleasure under him. Pleasure only he could give her. And if any man ever tried, he would kill him. Tear him limb from limb. She was his. His beloved mate.

Opening the window quietly he stepped into their bedroom.

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Bulma felt cold air over her scantly clad body, sitting up she lit the candle on the nightstand next to her then turned to face the window.

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Vegeta watched her every move, when she lit the candle the firelight caught in her aquamarine hair and gleamed, then she turned to look at him. He in took his breath sharply. She was beyond beautiful. And she was his. He wished to tell her how beautiful she looked. But he didn't trust him self to speak yet.

"Vegeta…you came." She murmured.

"Of course I came Onna." His voice came out harsher than he intended.

Bulma flinched slightly. This wasn't how he had planned this at all. Sighing Vegeta decided he had better start amending things before they became any worse.

He walked to her.

Bulma inhaled sharply. He looked like a roman god coming towards her. He was so handsome. She took in his appearance, he was dressed in a black button up shirt with elbow length sleeves, and the top few buttons were not buttoned. Revealing some of his well-tanned well-muscled chest. He also had on black pants, and a black belt with a gold buckle. His black booted feet were soundless. 'My god of darkness.' Bulma thought as he reached the bed.

She looked up into his face, which was serious, but not frowning. His ebony colored depths gazed into her cerulean colored ones. Warm emotions where shinning in his eyes, for her. Bulma let out a gasp.

He sat next to her on the bed. "Bulma…I…" He didn't know what to say. How to tell her what he felt. She told him all the time, but he couldn't say those words, so he had always chose to show her with his actions instead. But tonight would have to be different; he would have to tell her. She needed to hear them.

He reached up a hand to caress her jaw line. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked her. Bulma blushed.

"Do think I'm beautiful, Vegeta?"

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He answered.

She blushed an even deeper crimson. He thought she was beautiful, no the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Her heart beat faster.

Vegeta remembered the flowers. He handed them to her. Bulma looked at the flowers for the first time. How had she not seen them? There were at least three dozen roses. A large smile that went to her eyes lit her face.

"Mmm, their gorgeous Vegeta. Thank you."

He grunted in response. Bulma moved to kiss he lips. She gave him her thanks in the kiss.

Vegeta responded immediately. Her tongue darted out and licked his lips, Vegeta opened his, and they deepened the kiss. When their tongues started to do battle, Vegeta pulled away. Bulma let out a moan of displeasure. Her lips were reddened, and puffy. He smiled at her, a real smile, and she returned with one of her own.

"I have something else for you." He told her, his voice soft and husky with his desire for her.

A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "Do you now?"

"Yes." He reached in to his pocket and pulled out the black little velvet box. He put it into her palm.

"What's this? Vegeta you really didn't hav…" He placed his finger against her luscious lips.

"Open it." He pulled away his finger.

Bulma stared into his eyes for a moment before complying. She opened the small box, the gold glinting in the candlelight. She stared at the separated heart, speechless.

"Gods Vegeta." She whispered.

Vegeta frowned. "Do you not like it…"

"Not like it?" She starred at him incredulously. "I love it."

He was vastly relieved. "Put them together."

She reached in and put the two halves together. Then she caught an inscription. And she read.

"Bulma, this is a symbol of our

Bonded & mated souls.

One half you and one half

Me, and together we are

Complete.

I will cherish you for all

Eternity."

Her eyes welled up with tears. She looked at Vegeta. "Ohh…Vegeta…this is so…. Thank you. It's wonderful. The best thing anyone has ever given me. I love you." Bulma said as tears ran down her cheeks. She launched her self into his arms, and hugged him as tightly as she could.

Vegeta wrapped his arms around the Onna. She liked it, and she loved him. They were the best feelings in the world. To make ones mate happy. And he knew he loved her, with all his heart. And she had his soul.

Vegeta moved the flowers to the floor, and then lifted Bulma's face. He starred into her shiny eyes, she was his whole world, and she completed him. He bent his head to kiss her lips. Softly at first, then more forceful as his desire enflamed him.

Bulma pulled away. "Put it on me." She held out the heart to him. He took it from her, and unclasped the ends, then re-clasped them around her neck.

The heart dangled nicely from the gold chain around her throat, and lay in the indention between her collarbones. He kissed it, then moved his kisses up the side of her neck, to her ear lobe, which he nibbled on, then moving back to her lips.

His fingers tangled them selves in her soft hair, gently pulling out the pins that held the chignon in place. When the pins were removed, her hair spilled, much like water cascading down a water fall, to her shoulder.

Her hands came up to unbutton his shirt. When the buttons where down to his belly, she slid her hands in his shirt, and up his muscled chest and over his shoulders to clasp them selves much like her necklace, around his neck.

Her soft hands felt wonder full on his chest. He pulled off the black lace thing she wore, and pushed her down into the bed. Kicking of his shoes, and ripping his shirt the rest of the way off, he moved to cover her body. His lips seeking hers again, his hands roaming her body.

His hands were warm and soft against her now well-heated flesh.

He was so wonderful. And she loved him with all her being and then some. How one man could make her feel like this she would never know.

Vegeta wanted her badly, but he would take his time, giving her as much pleasure as he could. He pulled away from her to remove his pants. When the task was complete he moved to kiss the hallow of her neck. Bulma arched her neck giving him more room. Vegeta smirked in the hallow of her neck. "Randy are you?"

"You make me that way Vegeta." She replied, the bright fire of desire was ablaze in her crystal blue eyes.

He continued to kiss her neck, then moved his way down slowly. His hands cupping her red clothed clad breast. She arched her back, thrusting her ample bosom out further for him.

Vegeta slid a red spaghetti strap down off one shoulder, and kissed where it had once been. Then he repeated the process with the other one. And slid the top down to her waist, revealing her breast to him, the pink nipples all ready hardening.

He took one rosy bud into his mouth. Bulma let out a squeal. He sucked, nibbled, and gently bit the nipple. His hand played with the other one. Then he switched. Bulma was moaning under his ministrations.

He stopped his play with her breast, and kissed further. Over her taught belly, his tongue dipping into her navel. His hand pushing the teddy lower and lower, then down over her hips.

He kissed her thighs then the rest of her legs as he removed her from the teddy. He then kissed his way back up her legs, to the thatch of aquamarine curls, at the juncture of her thighs.

Bulma instinctively spread her legs for him. He smirked, then dipped his head lower, he spread her neither lips, to reveal the bud there.

Vegeta inhaled her heady scent deeply. His thumb found the little bud and began to rub; she was all ready wet for him.

Slipping a finger in her he began to stroke her. Bulma moaned loudly, her legs spread even wider giving him more access to her. Vegeta slid his tongue over the small, but highly sensitive bud. Earning him a small shriek of delight.

He continued to lick, and suck the little nub, while he slipped another finger into her warmth. Moving them faster, building up a nice rhythm. Her hips began to buck upwards. And her fingers buried them selves in his raven hair. Her tingling body begging for release.

"Please…unh….Ve…geta…Gods YES!! YES, YES,YES!!!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" Bulma screamed as her climax hit her. Sending her higher and higher.

Vegeta drank her juices as they poured out of her. Not relenting. When he stopped he starred up at her highly flushed face. Her eyes tightly closed. Her breathing slowing from it erratic pace. He slid up the length of her body, to kiss her wondrous lips. His manhood was rock hard against her thigh.

"Oh, Vegeta. That was wonderful."

He smiled at her. "There's still more." He adjusted his position to enter her. He slid the tip of his manhood into her wet and tender sheath. Then he withdrew and repeated this going an inch in deeper every time. Until he was buried up to the hilt in her tight womanhood.

Gods she felt so good. So tight and warm. He had to strain as best he could, to keep his fragile control, and not spill himself right there like a young boy on his first time. But every time was a first time with Bulma. She was so wonderful. Bulma moved against him, spurring Vegeta into movement. They clasped hands, their bodies melding together. Bulma wrapped her legs around Vegeta's waist, bringing him in deeper. Vegeta kissed her face and neck as he pummeled into her.

Bulma reached her climax yet again, her woman muscle squeezing around Vegeta's manhood. Pulling his seed out of him. "I love you." He whispered in her ear, before he bit her neck. His teeth sinking into the soft flesh, her blood gushing in his mouth as his seed gushed into her.

Bulma heard his declaration of his love for her, and then she felt pain, then immense pleasure, as another climax overtook her.

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The lovers like so many other lovers on this night lay spent in each other's arms. Energy spent.

Bulma lay sound asleep cuddled against Vegeta's chest, their legs intertwined. Vegeta kissed the top of her head. He knew she would become pregnant with his brat. The knowledge brought him joy. The woman he loved, who loved him, was going to be carrying his babe.

" I love you." Bulma murmured in her sleep.

"And I love you, Onna." Vegeta replied, before joining his mate in slumber.

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So how did you like? It's funny that while writing this I ate Chinese food, and in my fortune cookie was this fortune.

"Passionate new romance appears

In your life when you least expect

It."

What a co-winky-dink. Ne?