Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Training Session ❯ Training Session ( One-Shot )

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Training Session

Bulma frowned as she examined herself in the mirror.

She had stripped to her favorite blue-and-white plaid matching bra and panty set, and stood in front of the full length mirror in the room she shared with Vegeta, examining her post-pregnancy body.

She didn't like what she saw.

After Trunks' birth, she had gotten back into her pre-pregnancy shape in no time with frequent trips to the gym and a few months on one of those fad diets. Then again, that was 13 years ago, and she had been young then, not … middle aged.

Bulma flinched at the thought about her age. Thankfully, being the richest woman in the world and heiress to Capsule Corporation, she could afford expensive beauty treatments that kept her looking young. She had also inherited a natural tendency towards youthfulness from her mother's side. Even now, people sometimes mistook her mother for her sister-and assumed that both of them were in their mid-30's! That was always good for a laugh.

Or an ego boost.

Bulma always enjoyed it thoroughly when younger men hit on her; it made her feel young and flirtatious again, like she'd been before she married Vegeta and had two children. Not that she would ever do more than flirt; she was too in love with Vegeta to even notice that other men existed, except for distractions when she was bored and feeling ugly.

Because when it came to making her feel beautiful and good about herself, Vegeta was not the right man for the job. Sure, in the back of her mind she knew he was joking when he called her fat or ugly; but in the forefront of her mind, she was not always rational. Especially when she was feeling insecure, or worse yet, when she was pregnant.

Pregnancy totally screwed with her hormones. She would bitch about the world one moment, filled with rage, then start weeping over nothing the next. Her mercurial personality, in other words, was taken to the extreme.

So even though the doctor had told her that the pregnancy was going well and that she and Vegeta could make sweet love up until the moment her water broke, when her husband had had the stupid idea to call her `fat' just one times too many by the start of her 9th month, she had gone into a fit and made him sleep on the couch until after the baby was born.

She knew he'd been beating himself up-literally-for days after that one.

And although she'd felt a bit deprived without his strong arms holding her in the night, thinking about all the reasons she was angry with him quickly cured her of her sense of loss. How dare he call a pregnant woman `fat'? Sure, he hadn't been around when she was pregnant with Trunks, but surely he should have been able to learn that after 9 long, hard months she was particularly sensitive about her looks! And yet he had thought it all one big joke.

It was almost a month after Bra's birth, and they still hadn't slept together since she had thrown him out of their bedroom two months ago. She'd just visited the doctor today, and he'd given her the okay to begin sleeping with her husband again. Bulma had rushed out of the doctor's office giddily, and had gone to the nearest mall to stock up on sexy lingerie to wear on her newly slim body, just for her husband's pleasure.

Nothing too expensive, of course-the sexier the lingerie, the less likely it was to make it past the night fully intact.

Vegeta just loved ripping her clothing off her body, demolishing her wardrobe, one garment at a time.

But when she had arrived home, prepared to try on her new purchases, she had discovered that her body, despite the numerous, lengthy trips the gym, had not quite reverted to its pre-pregnancy slimness and firmness.

She had a big belt of pudge around her middle!

That was just unacceptable.

Bulma gritted her teeth in anger as she pinched the flesh of her stomach, appalled by how much slack there was in the skin. It would take her forever to work off that much fat at the gym!

She nearly broke down into tears at the thought of all those wasted hours. She could be making love to her husband, but no, she had to go to the gym and slim down so that she could fit into all the sexy lingerie she had already bought!

And in the back of her mind, a niggling fear remained. What if he took one look at her body and told her flat out he was no longer attracted to her? Knowing Vegeta the way she did, she was sure that if he no longer wanted her sexually, he wouldn't bother pretending that he found her attractive. He'd snort with disgust, make some snide comment about her weight and how unattractive her body had become to him, and then leave to go voluntarily sleep on the couch.

Bulma's hand shot up to her mouth as she caught back a tiny sob. If Vegeta no longer loved her … then what else was there?

With that thought in mind, she quickly decided that she needed to do something to get the weight off-fast!

By fast she meant before tonight.

Because when she had come in after her little shopping spree earlier, she had spied Vegeta in the kitchen, taking a short break from his training. Dropping her shopping bags in the foyer, she had snuck up behind him-although she knew he knew she was already there-and rubbed her breasts up against his back.

That had gotten a rise out of him-in more ways than one!

She had leaned over his shoulder, pressing her breasts more firmly against his back, and whispered into his ear as she bit down gently on the lobe, in her sexiest, huskiest purr, "Tonight …"

He knew what she meant.

So after that little escapade, if she didn't put out, there would be one angry Saiyan roaming loose in the neighborhood tonight!

So that meant she had-Bulma looked over at the clock on her nightstand-about 12 hours, give or take a minute or two, in which to shed all the unwanted pounds that still clung to her belly like moss to the side of a dead, rotting tree.

She frowned for a moment as she pondered this difficult situation. How could one lose several inches of flab in just a few short hours?

Then it hit her.

Of course!

Vegeta!

She giggled. Why hadn't she thought of it before? Vegeta's training kept his body buff and in perfect shape, in spite of all the food he ate. So if she were to, say, join him a little of the less intense training exercises, surely she would have her pre-pregnancy knock-out bod back in no time!

She grinned wickedly. And with two months of abstinence under his belt, she knew her Saiyan Prince would be putty in her hands if it meant he would actually get some tonight! There was no way he could say no, unless he actually liked not getting any.

Bulma laughed. If she knew her horny Saiyan husband-and she did!-she'd be thin and making love to him in no time!

~*~*~*~*~*~

Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he did another pushup atop the grassy ground of the Briefs backyard. How had he let himself get talked into this?

Oh, yeah. The woman had promised sex if he let her train with him-and had threatened to withhold it if he refused!

He snorted. He should have refused anyway. What was another week after two whole months?

Two long, lonely months, spent on the cold, hard couch.

He cursed under his breath as he felt himself growing hard. Even with Bulma just sitting on his back-as though her meager weight could compare to the force of one thousand times gravity-he was still as horny as a teenage boy with his first woman-or his son around the young, beautiful nanny Bulma had hired to take care of the baby, he thought with a smirk. With any luck, Trunks would soon know what it meant to be a man-in every sense of the word.

He knew Bulma would have a fit if she knew what was going on between Trunks and the older woman in her own household. So Vegeta had strategically chosen not to tell her. The brat couldn't remain a virgin forever!

Still, with Bulma sitting atop him, riding him-though not in the way he would have liked-he could barely think straight. He'd been living with a near constant hard-on since she had blown up at him and thrown him out of their room. Every time he saw her, heard her, or smelled her, he instantly grew hard, wanting her. Not that this was anything new; his desire for her had grown steadily over the years, surprising him in its intensity. But before, whenever he'd wanted her, he didn't have long to wait before having her. They had made love nearly every day, and often more than once or twice a day, for the past five years. And even before that, their sexual encounters had been enviously frequent.

To suddenly stop, cold turkey, had been hell for him. It was bad enough that he had to walk around with a hard on all the time, even when he was training. But his clothing of choice was spandex, for Kami's sake! His preferred spandex shorts left nothing to the imagination, so he had begun to wear some of the `earthling' clothes that the woman had bought for him, in a desperate attempt to hide his weakness from her.

But she had known. She always knew, damn her.

But that didn't stop him from wanting to take her, right then and there in the backyard, as he easily executed another pushup, feeling her weight shift above him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Bulma yawned. Maybe this whole training-with-Vegeta thing wasn't as productive as she had thought it would be. She had assumed that the ki radiating from his body would act in such a way as to simply make her extra pounds melt away. According to her previous observations, Vegeta never seemed to gain any weight, in spite of the vast quantities of food that he consumed on a regular basis. Therefore, her logical mind deduced, his training must have the effect of shedding unwanted weigh gain. And if it could work for her husband, Bulma was determined to make it work for herself!

She looked at him to make sure he wasn't watching her; he seemed lost in thought. So she covertly pinched her midsection again, just as she had done earlier.

Sure enough, the leftover layer of fat from her pregnancy was still there.

Tears welled up in her eyes. What did a woman have to do these days, to stay looking young and beautiful? She'd tried everything short of liposuction, and if she weren't morally opposed to inflicting cosmetic surgery upon herself, she would have tried that, too!

She was at a loss.

But maybe, she thought with a deviously clever idea, if she seduced Vegeta without him ever seeing her body, he'd begin wanting her again, in spite of her slightly increased proportions! Yes, that was it! She'd seduce him right here, and then later he would barely notice that she hadn't lost all of her pregnancy weight. That would buy her some time to slim down enough until she could fit into the lingerie, which she had bought in her pre-pregnancy size.

Yes, it was the perfect plan!

Putting her plan into action, Bulma shifted her weight so that she was no longer sitting on top of his back, but rather lying face down on top of him, her large, milk-laden breasts pressing against the firm, rippling muscles of his back. She leaned her head down to suck on one of the most sensitive parts of his body, the flesh on his neck just beneath his ear. She heard him gasp and stiffen as she began sucking and nibbling on the soft skin, and took this opportunity to reach around his body and caress his already stiff length.

After a moment's hesitation, he continued with his push-ups. Only now, his breathing was heavy and at times his pace faltered, due to his enjoyment of her deft ministrations.

"What's wrong, Vegeta?" she crooned in his ear, nibbling the lobe as she rubbed her pelvis against his sensitive tail spot, wringing a gasp from his mouth. "Feeling … winded?" she asked seductively.

Vegeta smirked. "I wouldn't be if you didn't way so damned much, woman," he shot back.

Didn't the bastard's control ever slip?

Bulma gasped and pulled away from him, sitting up astride the length of his body. "Vegeta!" she exclaimed angrily, smacking his shoulder ineffectively with the palm of her hand. "How can you say such a thing?"

His smirk grew even wider. "What do you mean, woman?" he asked innocently. "It's the easiest thing in the world to say the truth!"

Her self-confidence shattered by her husband's insensitive words, Bulma began to cry. "Y-you asshole!" she shouted through her tears. "I hate you!"

She felt him stiffen and growl beneath her, disliking her words. To him it was all a game, to see who could toss out the most insults in the least amount of time. But to Bulma it was more serious than that.

Much more serious.

With the sigh of a man who had been suffering his fate for a long time, Vegeta stopped doing push-ups and held himself up from the ground on his hands and feet.

"Hold on, woman." He told her.

"W-what do you mean?" Bulma asked hesitantly through a sheen of tears.

"This is your last warning, woman," he warned. "Hold on."

As he began to push himself off the ground and stand up, Bulma quickly wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his body to keep from falling off.

"Where are we going?" she asked hesitantly, peeking over her husband's shoulder as her limbs clutched at his rock hard body, feeling the muscles that lay, waiting, beneath his clothing. She felt a giddy feeling as the thought came to her that he was hers. She snuggled closer to his body with a deep-seated feeling of possessiveness.

"You'll see," came his cryptic reply, as they entered the gravity room.

Bulma blinked, looking around. Why were they in here?

"Have you ever made love in a thousand times gravity?" Vegeta's voice rasped, sending shivers up her spine.

"No, of course not," Bulma replied, as her husband came to a halt in front of the console in the center of the circular chamber.

"Good," he smirked. "Neither have I." He turned his head to look into her eyes, a wicked gleam in his. "But I can't wait to try," he finished huskily.

Bulma's eyes widened. Talk about something you didn't try every day!

His hands flicked rapidly over the control panel, and soon Bulma could see the number 1,000 flashing in red on the display, before settling into solid numbers. A humming sound began around them, and Bulma felt everything becoming heavier.

"Vegeta," she gasped, clutching him even tighter. He wouldn't let the force of the gravity crush her, would he? That would be the perfect way for him to get rid of her, she thought bitterly. Promise sex, but produce only death. That would leave him open to find another woman, younger and more beautiful, to take her place. She knew that he would have no trouble finding a replacement for her; even though he was in his late forties, he didn't look a day past 35. And she'd seen how young, nubile, bouncing women had looked at him. The only thing that kept them away was her fierce, protective glare, as well as her reputation. No woman wanted to go up against Bulma Briefs, no matter what the prize!

But as she felt her breathing become unstable, Vegeta once again showed her that he wasn't about to get rid of her-at least, not yet.

In a flash of light, the golden aura of his Super Saiyan ki surrounded her, protecting her from the pressure of the immense gravity. Burying her face in her husband's blond, silky hair, she couldn't help but smile, remembering the first time he had shown her his transformation. Even after all these years, and the countless times he had gone Super Saiyan before or during sex, she still felt a rush whenever he transformed in front of her.

~~* Flashback *~~

It was a month after Trunks birth, and Bulma, her body back to normal after the long, arduous pregnancy, was feeling lonely.

She missed Vegeta, dammit!

She missed feeling his lips caressing hers, she missed feeling him inside her, she missed waking up to empty sheets that were still warm and rumpled from his body. She even missed their heated arguments!

But most of all, she missed his presence.

Just his presence was enough to calm her down and make her smile. As long as he was there, she was happy. She had already fallen head over heels for him, and had even borne his son and heir, Trunks Vegeta Briefs.

But still he left her to go train out in space. Before he left, he had cruelly told her that he didn't need any entanglements on earth; that the intimacies they had shared meant nothing to him more than a simple physical affair that would be over as soon as he had defeated the androids and left the planet for good.

She had just been about to tell him about her newly discovered pregnancy. After his hurtful words and subsequent departure, she had decided that he didn't have a right to know about his son. He didn't even want the boy!

So when Vegeta came flying through the open window to her bedroom and landed on the carpet with a soft thud, she hadn't prepared a single word of welcome for him.

She simply stared at him greedily, drinking in the sight of him as though he were the oasis she had been searching for after long, dry months parched with thirst in a barren desert. He had smirked sexily at her as he stood there, arms folded across his muscular chest, letting her inspect his perfectly sculpted body from head to toe.

When her eyes had finally drunk their fill, her blue gaze had locked with his black one, and she had seen the pride in their depths.

Then he had transformed for her, right there in her bedroom.

She had gasped, watching his muscles bulge, his brow furrow, his features contorting as he focused on the power deep within him. Then it exploded in a flash of golden light, causing the ground beneath Capsule Corporation to shake with the magnitude of his hidden powers. The golden aura of ki surrounded him as she stared at him in awe, the smug features, the smoldering green eyes, the bright flame of golden hair.

"Vegeta," she whispered, taking a step towards him. "You … you did it."

She smiled as she closed the distance between them.

"You know," she whispered softly, mere inches away from the edge of his swirling golden aura, "You're even more handsome with blond hair and green eyes!" She giggled like a school girl with her crush.

Vegeta just smirked at her, as though daring her to think otherwise.

With a single, hesitant hand, Bulma reached up slowly, planning to brush her fingers against his beloved cheek. As her forefinger passed through the golden aura, however, she jumped back with a jolt, quickly sticking her finger in her wet mouth.

Vegeta frowned. "What's wrong with you, woman?"

Bulma pulled the finger out of her mouth. "It's your ki," she explained. "It's too hot! It burned me!" She held up her finger, which practically glowed red, before sticking it back in her mouth. Tears of pain started welling in her eyes.

With a growl, Vegeta extinguished the aura, until he simply stood there, the same man he had always been, except a shade taller, with blond hair and green eyes.

He stalked forward and rough pulled her into his arms.

"Foolish woman," he murmured by way of apology.

Bulma took her bright red finger out of her mouth again, and smiled up at him to show that he was forgiven. Then, a mischievous light coming into her eyes, she held her finger up to his mouth.

He opened up and let her inside, his eyes burning into hers, screaming with unfulfilled lust and desire.

Bulma felt a jolt of happiness wash over her. He had missed her!

Well, at the very least, he had missed the sex. But that was a start! A definite jumping off point for their relationship. First comes sex, then comes the baby, then comes love, and finally, marriage!

Which reminded her-he didn't know that he was a father yet!

Bulma bit her lip. How was she supposed to tell him now?

As he began to suck sensually on her finger, biting and licking it within the confines of her mouth, she made the wise decision to wait until later to tell him. At least once he was out of his Super Saiyan state!

They wound up making love on her big bed, the same place where they had first come together so many months ago. He stripped off her clothes, then his own, and shoved her down onto her stomach on the bed.

He remembered, she thought with a sigh as he lifted her rear end and thrust into her from behind, hitting her in all the right places as she shuddered beneath him. He had remembered that doggie style was her favorite position, because when they were in this position his length rubbed against both her g-spot and her clit, doubling her pleasure. And in his Super Saiyan form, he was even longer and stronger than ever before.

With a gasp, each of her arms wrapped itself around one of his strong, muscular biceps, steadying her against his thrusts. She moved with him, in rhythm, pressing her hips back against him as he thrust into her, again and again.

He growled above her, and suddenly his golden ki surrounded them. Bulma shrank back against him in fear, pressing her body as close to his as she could, afraid that his ki would burn her again.

But he was more in control of his body than that, and this time the golden aura was gentle, a warmth that caressed her skin like a lover, as opposed to burning her like a hot stove.

With a sigh, Bulma let her mind drift into the pleasure of his thrusts as her body sank into the warmth of his golden ki.

When she and Vegeta finally burst into flames together, his ki exploded around them, taking out half of her room in the resulting blast. But through it all, the warm, golden light of his ki protected her from the falling debris, even as they lay, panting, in each others' arms, basking not only in the afterglow of their reunion, but also in the golden glow of his Super Saiyan ki.

~~* End Flashback *~~

Bulma chuckled as she recalled that she had waited only a few minutes before telling him that he was a father.

He had immediately descended from his Super Saiyan level before fainting from shock.

She loved it when he showed his vulnerable side like that!

Although that particular incident hadn't exactly been voluntary, it had still showed her that he cared.

And any scrap of hard-earned affection that she managed to get out of her Saiyan Prince was definitely something to be cherished and treasured in her memories for the rest of her days.

"What's so funny?" Vegeta asked gruffly over his shoulder, irked that his wife was ignoring him. He had already started doing push-ups on the gravity room floor, but she had been zoned out in her own little world, not paying attention to the movement of his rippling muscles, as he had intended.

"You are," Bulma answered sweetly, nuzzling her face into his neck. Though he tried to steel himself against the pleasurable sensations she caused, he was fighting an uphill battle. Bulma always seemed to have this effect on him; he wanted and needed her with a passion that he couldn't quell, even by taking her over and over and over again. No; the more he took her, the more he wanted her. The more he wanted her, the more he needed her. She was as much a part of him as he was of her.

And it scared the shit out of him.

Bulma sighed into his neck. "You know," she commented thoughtfully, "I still think you're more handsome with blond hair and green eyes." She giggled. "Then again, maybe it's just me." She snuggled even closer to her husband's body.

Vegeta smirked again. "This is your last warning, woman: Hold on tight."

Bulma blinked. What was he planning now?

Without another word, Vegeta pushed himself up until he was doing a handstand. Then he took one of his hands away, and folded it behind his back. Then, he lifted himself onto his forefinger-and started doing pushups again, this time focusing the entire weight of both his and Bulma's bodies on a single finger.

Bulma had the misfortune of looking down and seeing that all that stood in between her and ultimate doom was a single, muscular finger. With a shrill shriek, she clutched her husband even more tightly, the blood rushing to her head now that they were upside down. In spite of the golden ki barrier that protected her from the pull of gravity, she still felt incredibly dizzy.

"Vegeta," she moaned, her grip on him loosening slightly as the dizziness confused her senses. "I-I think you should stop now. I don't think this is a good idea."

Vegeta smirked. "First you're mad at me for saying you weigh too much," he told her, "and now you're mad at me for proving that you don't! What is it with you, woman?" he growled playfully as he continued to do his pushups on a single finger. "Are you never satisfied?" He grinned at his suggestive words. In bed, Bulma was never satisfied, as proven by their twice weekly night-long sex marathons. His grin widened as he realized that tonight was Friday night-Friday and Saturday nights were when they shipped Trunks off to Goten's and had the house all to themselves, which was perfect, since neither of them planned on getting a wink of sleep the whole night. And with Trunks gone, they could be as loud as they wanted.

With the new baby and the nanny hanging around, though, they'd have to transfer their activities out to the gravity room. Vegeta shrugged at the thought. That wouldn't be such a bad thing-on the lower level there was a nice, big bed that was just the right size for two. He couldn't wait to test it out. In fact, he might not even wait for tonight at all! Maybe they should just start tonight's sex marathon right now-

Vegeta's thoughts cut off as, in the next moment, everything happened so fast, it was a blur, even to his Super Saiyan eyes.

As he spoke and thought to himself about their situation, Bulma's grip had been loosening its hold on him imperceptibly, her limbs not clutching him with as much fervor as before, as the dizziness grew, overtaking her head with a pounding headache and causing her to lose her balance. She had tried to hold on, she really had, but she wasn't used to being upside down-and no matter how young she looked, she was a middle-aged human woman, unused to the kinds of strange acrobatics that her husband reveled in.

So when Vegeta inadvertently shrugged as he continued performing pushups and was distracted by his thoughts of Bulma and sex, he had accidentally dislodged her, loosening her grip on him and causing her to lose her already precarious balance completely. So she began to tumble off of him, falling outside the range of his golden ki.

But if she fell outside of his protection into the gravity field that he had been shielding her from, she would be squashed flatter than a pancake, and dead in less than a second.

Vegeta's eyes widened. Time slowed down as he watched his wife falling passed him, a dazed look in her eyes as they met his shocked gaze.

He couldn't seem to move, even as he watched her tumbling to her doom; his limbs refused to respond as he continued to watch her, helplessly. He was one of the strongest men in the universe, yet he couldn't even make a move in order to save his own wife.

Then, as her body neared the edge of his protective barrier, about to pass through it and into certain doom, he saw her smile at him. Even in her weakened, dizzy state, she was able to mouth the phrase she had always said but never heard from his lips.

"I love you."

The spell that held him motionless was instantly released-and in that moment, time sped up again, as well.

"Bulma!" he cried out, and with a colossal roar, his golden aura spread out until it covered the entire interior of the gravity chamber. Bulma fell to the floor with a small thump, but at least she was alive.

As his sudden flare of energy quieted down, until it once again covered only the two of them, Vegeta rushed over to his fallen wife.

"Bulma," he murmured anxiously, so concerned about her well-being that he forgot to call her woman, "Bulma, speak to me!"

He cradled her limp body gently in his arms, hoping beyond hope that he had been able to save her; that she hadn't died because of his blatant stupidity. What had he been thinking, bringing her into a thousand times gravity with only his aura for protection?

Her eyelids fluttered, then opened, and her questioning blue eyes sought out his worried onyx gaze.

She smiled against him. "Vegeta," she whispered. "You saved me!"

He honestly couldn't help the blush that rose to his cheeks; dammit, Bulma was the only person that could ever make him blush like that! What was it about her that affected him so?

"Woman," he said gruffly, pulling her body up against him, his composure returned even though he still had to force himself to remain gentle and not crush her to him in a giant, relieved hug, breaking all her bones in the process. "Don't ever do that again!" he growled.

Bulma's dreamy smile remained as she reached up a hand to gently caress his cheek. Her eyes were dazed; she was obviously still dizzy from before. Vegeta cursed himself for pulling that stupid stunt that endangered the life of his woman. Dammit, he should know better! He had to remember that she was human, and couldn't do all the things that he could. But there were times when he was with her, and she seemed so much like a Saiyan that he almost forgot that she was really a human, and therefore a weak, fragile creature in need of his protection.

He promised himself that he would never forget, ever again.

What would he do if she suddenly died on him? And worse, if he were the one to inadvertently cause the death of his beloved wife?

"You're my hero, Vegeta," Bulma said simply, snuggling up against his warm, hard body. "I love you."

He held her close as he picked her up in his arms. She was obviously still dizzy; as soon as she snapped out of it, he was sure she would be yelling at him again for putting her in danger like that. And rightfully so, although he would never admit it to her.

Turning off the gravity machine, Vegeta descended to the lower level, his precious bundle cradled gently in his arms. He set her down on the soft bed in the living quarters, to let her rest off the effects of the recent incidents. But just as he turned to leave, he felt a soft, insistent tug on his wrist.

He turned back to look into her pleading eyes.

"Vegeta," she murmured, "Don't go." She held out her arms to him.

It had been two months. Two long months without her. He had lain awake at night, burning for her. Not just for the warm, willing body that he knew better than his own; for her love. The inexplicable, intangible, unfathomable and unexplainable love that she felt for him.

For some reason only she knew, she had loved him long before the other Z senshi had even begun to consider him a `friend.' And over the years, he had grown to crave her love the same way he craved her body; like a drug. It was an unquenchable need within him that could never be satisfied, no matter how many times he took her or in how many different ways.

And maybe, just maybe, one of these days he might be able to tell her so.

But until he could tell her, he was determined to do the next best thing, and show her exactly how he felt.

Giving in to her request, he climbed onto the bed, straddling her body. How could a woman as weak and fragile as his mate take him inside her, night after night, wear him down, and still have enough strength left over to bare him not one, but two children? She was truly remarkable.

He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, letting his tongue say what words never could. Bulma replied in kind, her hands tangling themselves in his silky blond locks as her legs wrapped around his waist, letting him know without words that, after two, long, celibate months apart, she needed no foreplay.

Without a second thought, he thrust deeply inside her, moaning with ecstasy. It had been so long! Had it always felt this good? He felt as though this were exactly where he belonged. Inside her. What he wanted and needed more than anything else in life was to be inside her.

So he began thrusting in and out, intent on giving her pleasure the likes of which she had never known. Then he remembered something from years past, and a smirk came to his face. He knew exactly what he had to do to make this a time for her to remember.

She whimpered at the loss of him as he pulled himself out of her moist heat, but he just smirked down at her, and as he flipped her over onto her stomach, she realized what he was up to with a sly little grin. His hands caressed the creamy white skin of her bare buttocks for a moment before pulling them up against his groin and thrusting inside her warm, wet passage at her favorite angle.

Bulma gasped, then melted back against him as he continued moving inside her at a relentless pace, one of his strong arms wrapping itself around her waist, the other going down to finger the small, hidden bud, coax it out of its hood, and roll the sensitive ball of nerves in between his fingers, causing lightning bolts to shoot through her from limb to limb, across her torso and down her spine, moving every which way until they all finally culminated on a single point, at the very center of her being.

And in that single moment, as the universe exploded inside her, Bulma and Vegeta felt as one being, and in a flash of light, they held onto each other tightly as the world crashed down around them, completely lost in one another.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Bulma sighed as she surveyed the wreckage that had once been her husband's beloved gravity room. If not for Vegeta's Super Saiyan ki surrounding them as the place fell apart, she was sure that they'd both be dead!

Bulma shook her head sadly. "You've really done it now, Vegeta," she chastised him.

He smirked at her. "At least the sex was good."

His wife glared at him. "Good?" she asked, much too calmly. "Good?" she shrieked in his face, wild with rage.

Vegeta chuckled at her anger. "Alright, alright. Not good; okay."

Bulma's eyes bugged out, which only made her husband laugh harder.

"Laugh it up, monkey boy," she ground out. "I'll bet it's going to be awfully hilarious, sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life!"

Immediately, Vegeta's demeanor became serious again. "I'm never sleeping on that fucking couch again!" he told her. "Which means: No more brats!" he declared. "We already have two more than a weak human like you can handle," he added under his breath.

"I heard that!" Bulma exclaimed.

"Stupid woman, I meant for you to hear that!"

"Why, you-you-you-ooooooooh, I don't care what you say, you're not getting back in my bed again!"

Vegeta smirked. "Is that a challenge, woman?" he asked dangerously.

Bulma glared at him. "Go fuck yourself!"

His smirk deepened. "But you already took care of that, woman," he baited her, "and quite happily, too!"

"That's because I was in shock! I almost died in there! Twice! And it was all your fault!"

Apparently, Bulma wasn't completely over her pregnant hormones, because she promptly burst into tears.

Vegeta stood there, watching his wife bawling her heart out, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do in this particular situation. On the one hand, there was his pride.

On the other hand, pride wasn't a very warm companion when one was forced to sleep on the couch for the rest of one's known lifespan.

So he took the coward's way out, and pulled her into his arms-after checking to make sure that there were no familiar ki signatures around, spying on them.

He tilted her face up, leaned down, and kissed her full on the mouth, ignoring the red rimmed eyes and dripping nose that went along with her tears.

Bulma soon forgot all about what she had been sobbing over as she lay with her back pressed into the grassy ground, her husband grinding his hips against hers, letting her know that he was ready whenever she was.

"But how are you going to train?" she asked him out of the blue as his lips left hers.

He just stared at her for a moment, wondering what the hell she was talking about in the middle of sex. Then he looked over at the ruined gravity room. He looked back at Bulma, still wondering why the hell she would bring that up-let alone talk at all-during sex.

So he just shrugged. "Sex?"

Bulma laughed at him. "Vegeta! Be serious! You know you can't have sex and do pushups-or whatever it is you do in the gravity room all day-at the same time!"

He smirked. "Oh, really?"

And so it came to pass that Vegeta managed to prove his wife wrong, and himself right, thus stroking his pride and his ego, by making love to her while simultaneously doing pushups.

Let's just say … he managed it in her favorite position.