Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Those Three Little Words ❯ One-Shot

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Author's Note: Hey all! Just here to say thanky for all the great reviews I've been getting! Also, in response to a review from fdouhgdoiafghupdoahgpo, (on the story Isn't that Interesting) no, I'm not fat or ugly. I would appreciate it though, if any questions were sent to me in an email, so I can respond to you instead of having to write it in an author's note where everyone can see it. Besides, it's just so much more convenient, and I always respond. Besides, I like getting e-mails! *giggle* Anyways, on with the fic!

*Special thanks to Vegetababe and Bulma Peacecraft for Beta-ing! More thanks go to Marau-chan and again to Vegetababe for giving me the idea to do a holidays series!*

Those Three Little Words

"Come on Bulma!" I groaned, hearing the perky voice of my mother, trying to wake me up. I felt her shake me lightly, and I tried to bat her hands away. She would have nothing of the sort. "Get up Bulma dear! It's Easter!"

"All right, all right. I'm up." I crawled, actually, more like fell, out of bed and shrugged into my silk robe. I couldn't help but to smile as I tied the belt loosely around my waist.

My mother had been doing this every year for as long as I can remember. On, well, Easter Eve, I suppose you could call it, she would usher me into bed early so she could hide little chocolate eggs around the house. The next morning, Easter, she would wake me up at some ungodly hour and make me search for the blasted candy while she snuggled comfortably on the couch with my father. I was twenty-six years old now, and she was still doing it; probably would be till one of us died, or I moved out. Whichever came first.

This year was slightly different though, and I remembered, with a giggle, the indignant look on poor Vegeta's face as he was shooed into his room by my petite little mother, at 9:30 PM. Needless to say, he wasn't very happy about it, and I wasted a lot of sleepy time last night trying to figure out why he didn't just push her out of his way and returned to that damn gravity chamber of his.

I had grown to hate that damn capsule, proud of it at the same time. You see, when I had helped my father work on it, I hadn't expected Vegeta to hole himself up in it for days on end. Speaking of Vegeta…

"Bulma! Are you coming?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, didn't get much sleep last night." I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand. "See?" Mom smiled at me, and ushered me out in to the hall. I was glad I still had my hand over my mouth when I got into the hall, because I had to clamp it down tightly to suppress a fit of giggles I could feel coming on. There, standing in the hallway was none other than the Saiyan no Ouji himself, clad only in a pair of plaid pajama pants. His arms were crossed over his chest, but he was still blinking sleep out of his eyes. He looked so cute.

Now, you might think that cute is an odd word to describe the Saiyan Prince, but you don't know him like I do. I've fed him, tended to his wounds, cared for him, and watched him sleep. Now, don't go thinking I'm some sort of pervert or anything. He was hurt, and I had to watch over him. But anyway, when you spend as much time with Vegeta as I do, you begin to realize that deep deep deep deep down inside, under the perfect olive skin and rippling muscles, there is a heart, and a soul. It took me a long time to realize this, and I'm not quite sure if he even knows it himself. I've studied his expressions, mostly his eyes, and I can tell. The man has emotions; he's just the best damn thespian I've ever seen. The slightest movement of an eyebrow can indicate a complete mood change. The Saiyan isn't as easy to read as he once was though. It's odd, you'd think it would get easier with time, but lately…lately I seem to be seeing different expressions, different glimmers in those sharp, raven eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Vegeta growled, and I blushed slightly, realizing that I had been staring.

"Why Vegeta dear, it's Easter!" My mother cooed. "You and Bulma have to search for eggs around the house. It's tradition!"

Vegeta scrunched his nose up slightly, and looked at my mother as if she were completely insane. "Eggs? You wake me up at 6:00 in the morning to search for some bloody eggs?" His voice had risen slightly, but Mom didn't seem to notice.

She simply put her hand on his arm and said, "They're chocolate."

I watched as Vegeta's left eyebrow raised ever so slightly. He had a soft spot for chocolate. The prince nodded, indicating his consent to what he probably considered an idiotic Chikyuu activity, and I waited patiently for him to say those three little words that make me melt.

"Damn baka humans." he grumbled. I smiled. It was odd that those three words were the ones that I had fallen in love with. They used to enrage me, but I soon began to enjoy the sound of Vegeta's voice; deep, low and slightly husky. Very sexy. Besides, this was the phrase he said the most, so I had come to love it, just like I hated the gravity room that kept me from being near him.

We all trudged down the stairs, with me bringing up the rear, and getting a nice view of Vegeta's rear at the same time, all the way to the living room. My parents sat together on the couch, and my mom quickly explained the rules to Vegeta. No eating the chocolate eggs until the hunt was over, because they would be counted, to make sure we didn't miss any, and divided up evenly at the end. Vegeta rolled his eyes, and we started our hunt.

I think this year's had to be the quickest Easter egg hunt ever, with a super sensitive Saiyan nose on the loose. The infallible vision helped too. Within about half an hour, we had collected all 100 hidden eggs between the two of us. We got 50 each, and I had to suppress yet another fit of giggles as I watched Vegeta watch my mom count the eggs. His eyes went wide, and his jaw tensed up, as if he were struggling to control himself. When Mom was done, he practically pounced on his share of the chocolates, like a spoiled child. But then again, I suppose that's what Vegeta is; a spoiled little brat in a man's body.

After I collected my share of the eggs, two baskets were produced, seemingly from thin air, and I decided that my parents must have trapdoors and hidden compartments in the house that I did not know about. The baskets were full of candy, and that horrible plastic grass stuff. I think Vegeta hated it too, because within five minutes of receiving his basket, the Saiyan no Ouji's beautiful mane was covered in blue plastic strings. He snorted and huffed about it, then made me pick out all the plastic grass. I didn't mind too much though, it was rare that I got the opportunity to play with Vegeta's hair.

It was not as I had at first expected it to be though. I had always imagined that Saiyan hair was coarse, and bristly, almost like that of a German Shepherd. I remember touching Goku's hair once, when he was younger and it had been most unpleasant. I doubted that Goku's hygiene was as immaculate as Vegeta's though. Not to say he was dirty, but I've seen the family-bathing barrel out in the yard. Vegeta though, is always clean. He absolutely abhors being even slightly dirty.

I remembered my surprise though, the first time I touched Vegeta's ebony mane. He had been hurt and unconscious and I remember washing and dressing his wounds when I noticed the tangled mass that was his hair. On a sudden impulse, I ran to get my brush, and sat down beside his bed where I carefully removed the knots and crud that had accumulated there during the accident. After running my hands through the tangle free hair, I was astonished to find it felt silky and smooth, much like my own, though slightly stiffer. It was a most pleasant experience, and since then I have jumped on every opportunity to touch the Saiyan no Ouji's royal hair.

"Blech! What the hell is this?" Vegeta spat, sending a projectile ball of tinfoil and chocolate across the living room.

"Vegeta," I sighed, "You're not supposed to eat the tinfoil. You have to peel it off first." he looked confused. "Here, I'll show you." I reached over his lap, and took the little candy from his grasp, my hand brushing his in the process, causing me to blush as I felt a sudden jolt of heat surge through my body. I held the colored ball in front of me, and carefully peeled off the tinfoil, revealing the chocolate treasure within. I could feel his eyes on me, and I found myself wondering which treat he would rather have: the chocolate, or me. I put the foil in a bowl on the coffee table, for my mom. She liked to do weird little crafts with them. I then held out the chocolate, which Vegeta immediately snatched from my hand, but I noticed that he allowed his fingers to linger on mine for a millisecond longer than he normally would have.

We sat in silence for a while; each of us inspecting what was in our baskets, while munching on candy. I knew if I kept eating much longer, I would end up with a terrible stomachache, but I didn't know what I'd do without the distraction. It was then that I noticed Vegeta had stopped, and I realized he hadn't really been moving for at least a few minutes.

"Vegeta? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked, shifting my body towards his. I watched as his eyes widened, and a slight blush stained his olive cheeks. I looked down then, to see that the belt about my waist had loosened considerably, and the top of my robe had separated to reveal a silky sheer nighty. Gasping, I grasped my robe and shut it tightly, clutching the material to my heaving breast. I was so embarrassed.

The sudden movement on my part seemed to have broken Vegeta's apparent trance, for he shook his head slightly and looked into my eyes, seemingly shocked by his own behavior. He mumbled something incoherently, and was gone before I could blink.

Later that day, I decided that I should probably get dressed, but there is a certain tradition in the Briefs household that on holidays you can't get dressed until after 3:00 in the afternoon. It's quite a long story, so don't ask about it… Anyway, it was 3:05 now, so I figured I was safe, even if a few clocks in the house were slightly off. There was still a bit of a chill in the air, but since I figured I wasn't going to be going anywhere, shorts and a tank top would suffice. Besides, I didn't have any clean pants except for the dressy ones I wear to work sometimes.

It was late that night, around 11:00 or so, when I finally saw Vegeta again, and I was still in my short shorts and spaghetti strap tank top. I began to regret my clothing choice of the day though, remembering this morning's little incident.

My parents and I were watching television in the den, when we heard the front door slam shut. My mother went out to see if Vegeta was all right; he ended up coming in pretty beat up some nights. To my surprise, she came back in to the darkened den, with the Saiyan no Ouji in tow. He was still dressed in his training clothes, a pair of loose navy blue soccer shorts, the cool shiny kind I love so much, and a white cotton tank top. For once, he wasn't wearing his trademark gloves, and he had already taken off his sneakers and socks. He looked hot, in both senses. I could see the sweat glistening on his skin, and I began to heat up myself. What a coincidence.

Since my parents were stretched out together on the couch, and the recliner was in the shop for repairs, Vegeta plopped down on the loveseat beside me. The fit was a little close, seeing as the thing wasn't all that big in the first place, and Vegeta tended to sit with his legs wide open. It turned out that our calves ended up brushing against each other, not that I minded of course.

"Well kids," my mother cooed, standing up and stretching, "We're off to bed." My father nodded his agreement, and yawned as he got up too.

"Goodnight guys." I said, still wide-awake. In the dim light that the TV cast, I caught myself taking a peek at Vegeta, whose eyebrows were furrowed together. He looked as if he were thinking hard about something. I turned back to the TV as my parents left the room, and a few minutes later, I felt something brush against my bare leg. It was a hand, Vegeta's hand to be precise. I froze, completely unsure of how to react. I didn't know if I should slap him or encourage him to go higher.

Vegeta picked up my leg slightly, running his hands along the backside of it too, and it was then that I realized he was inspecting me. "You're legs are completely hairless." he marveled.

"Well I just shaved this morning Vegeta." I murmured back, trying to control my breathing.

"You…shave your legs? Why?" I was completely taken aback by that question. I had never realized he had such limited experience with human women.

"Most women shave their legs, because we like the way they look…the way they feel." I replied, softly.

"Saiyan women didn't shave their legs. They let their hair grow naturally." His hands continued their thorough inspection.

"Well, some women don't shave. It's popular in a some places to be hairy." He nodded, and I gasped quietly as his fingers brushed over my kneecap and up towards my shorts. I stiffened as Vegeta shifted so his body was pressing against my own, and his mouth was right against my ear. His hand moved up to rest on my belly, right near the waist of my shorts, and his fingers traced the line of my zipper, before they popped open the button.

"Where else do you shave?" He whispered ever so lightly, as he slipped his roaming hand into my shorts, and down my panties.

"Not there." I whispered back, feeling his strong fingers tangling themselves in the soft curls below my waist. Vegeta chuckled quietly into my ear, as he pulled his hand out.

"I can see that" he murmured, lifting me up ever so slightly so he could pull my shorts down a little. I raised my behind off the couch a little, in order to help him. Instead of setting me back down on the couch though, he turned me and plunked me down in his lap, so that my back was to the arm of the couch, and my legs were spread out over the other cushion. He wrapped one arm around my back to support me, while the other went back in between my legs, parting the soft folds of skin, his fingers stroking and teasing my hot flesh.

I moaned quietly and arched my back against his arm as Vegeta craned his neck down towards my breasts, nipping at my pert nipples through the thin fabric of my tank top. He moved away long enough for me to rid myself of the nuisance piece of clothing, and then waited patiently for me to struggle out of my bra.

Only after I had tossed the lacy garment across the room, did I realize what I was doing, and my face suddenly felt very hot. There I was, sitting naked in Vegeta's lap, and in my parents' living room no less! Vegeta smirked down at me as a sudden gush of moisture hit his fingers, and he slipped two digits gently inside, probing gently as I wrapped my arms around his thick neck.

"Vegeta," I panted softly, "I…should we be doing this? Here, I mean. We're going to make a mess of the couch." I felt myself contracting around his spelunking appendages, and knew that if I climaxed here on the couch then mom and dad would definitely know what we were doing.

"I suppose you're right." He murmured, pulling his fingers from me. I gasped sharply, and whimpered at the loss of my impending orgasm. "Don't worry," he chuckled into my ear, and I could almost feel him smirk, "I'll give you an even better one soon." he promised, picking me up and grabbing up my clothes from around the room quickly.

I clung desperately to him, trembling with anticipation as he mounted the stairs towards his room. He was smart, knowing that my parents would never walk in there without knocking first. I shivered as he pushed open the door, then pushed it back shut with his hip after we were safely inside. He allowed my clothing to drop to the floor in a pile, and then lay me gently on the bed. I lay there, naked and trembling, as I watched him undress quickly. His clothes were in a pile beside mine within seconds.

Vegeta was absolutely magnificent. He was everything one would expect a prince to be, and more. Thick-corded muscles covered his body, each perfectly toned. He was the absolute essence of manliness, not a deformity or scar to be seen.

I lay back on the bed as Vegeta crawled over me, and squirmed with excitement, feeling his soft skin rub against my own. I would have thought his skin to be rough and callused, but I was wrong about another thing.

Vegeta smirked down at me again, as I pushed my hips up against his own, desperate to feel him inside me. I spread my legs and pushed myself against his throbbing, swollen manhood, trying to encourage him. He took the hint and positioned himself above me, entering my passage slowly. I swear he was trying to drive me insane. I waited though, for him to take his own sweet time, knowing that Vegeta was not the type of man to allow me to be dominant over him. He wanted me to know he was in control here, and that he could take away my pleasure at any time. I suppose it's just the type of man he is, and I can accept that.

I squirmed and wriggled under him as he was finally inside, and I could feel him pulsating within me. It was a wonderful sensation. I moaned as Vegeta ground his hips against mine, and grasped my legs, bending me into positions I never imagined my body was capable of. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, causing my back to curl up, and allowing him to push deeper. It was not as uncomfortable as I would have thought it to be; it was actually rather…pleasant.

Vegeta began to move then, his hips pushing into mine in smooth, powerful strokes. I clutched the sheets, not knowing what else to do with my hands, and felt them rip with my insistent tugging. "Vegeta!" I cried his name, over and over, as a great tsunami of ecstasy washed over me, threatening to drown me in delight. My mind became a blur, and I remember little more than intense pleasure until Vegeta's body finally gave out on him, and he collapsed, hot and sweaty, onto my body.

Wearily, he untangled himself from my limbs, being careful so as not to hurt me. I felt him pull me close, and wrap us in blankets, like two caterpillars in a cocoon. "I love you." I whispered, though I knew I probably shouldn't have, for I might scare him away. I couldn't help myself though; I just had to say it. He sighed quietly as I snuggled up to him, using his broad chest as a pillow, and waited for those three little words that made me melt.

"I love you," he whispered back. I smiled.

Well, that's it! I hope you enjoyed this Easter fic by me! Please remember to review, and remember that any questions should be e mailed to cat_girl_26@hotmail.com so I can respond to you! Thanks for reading!