Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You're Still the One ❯ One-Shot

"......." = speech

'.......' = thought

//......// = speech through the bond

italics - song lyrics

Bulma let out a long, tired breath as she stood up for the first time in who-knew-how-many hours. 'Damn, that man's going to be the death of me,' she moaned inwardly as she threw down her tools.

Vegeta had somehow managed to do more damage than usual to his training droids, though Bulma wouldn't have believed it possible. After all, she had seen him blow the entire Gravity Room to hell before and the bots had been in better shape than this. Dispatching... no, utterly destroying all of the metal combatants before breakfast was definitely a new record, even for her temperamental Saiyajin mate. Of course, he had stormed in and demanded she fix them immediately. So what if it was her only day off from her official Capsule Corporation duties? And of course, the small fact that it was Valentine's Day... needless to say, she hadn't even bothered to mention it. She had learned long ago that 'silly customs' such as that meant nothing to the Saiyajin no Ouji. Instead she had opted for the more direct root, simply sending every curse she had heard since childhood his way, as well as making up some new ones. Still, the man stood so damned proudly against the wall, a faint amused smirk firmly in place on his pointed features. The end result: she spent the last ten hours in her lab.

With another sigh, she looked over her worktable. She had to admit, she amazed herself sometimes. All but one of the tin cans would live to die at Vegeta's ki blast another day.

"Mom?"

Bulma turned to see Trunks, his head and shoulder coming around the cracked door. Her tired blue eyes immediately noticed his tuxedo and she grinned slyly at the handsome sight. "Well, you're looking sharp tonight! Who's the lucky girl, and why the hell didn't you tell me about her before now?"

Trunks blushed lightly but gave his mother a small grin. "Because I didn't know I was taking her out until I found out my insensitive bastard of a father made her work all day today."

"Wha..." Bulma began, though as soon as she caught her son's meaning, her smile went from ear to ear. "Oh sweetie, you don't have to do that," she stated firmly, leaning against the table.

"Mom, it's Valentine's Day," Trunks replied with a shrug. "You deserve to be treated like royalty, so" he began, grabbing both arms and pulling her away from her perch. "you're going to go to your room, get ready, and then I'm going to get you out of the house for a while. No arguments."

Bulma hesitated, although it was a moot point, after all, her hard-headed son was not only stubborn, but half-Saiyajin to boot. "I really didn't mind working," Bulma stated, surprised inwardly at how true the statement was when she really thought about it. She didn't mind. Maybe because she had been Vegeta's wife for so many years, or maybe because, in truth, it was no less than what she expected from her Prince. He had other ways of letting her know her worth and position in his life... in his heart. And he didn't need a special day to do it.

Trunks regarded his mother, still quite beautiful even in her forties, marveling at her and hoping he could find someone even remotely like her someday to put up with him. That thought brought a soft frown to his lips. "You know, he really should try to be more considerate..."

"Oh Trunks," Bulma answered softly, touched by her son's concern, "that's just not how your father operates. You know that, and so do I. That's why you don't have to do anything special..."

"Forget it," Trunks cut her off with a stern sapphire gaze. "You're going to let me at least take you to dinner tonight if I have to drag you to the window and fly you to the restaurant."

Bulma winced. She could see it now, streaking through the sky, her now shortened locks going in every direction. Hell, by the time they landed, she'd probably look more like one of the Son boys with locks that could stick straight up, defying the laws of gravity by their very nature. "All right, you win," she conceded, putting her hands up. "Give me about an hour to take a shower and get dressed."

Trunks smiled triumphantly as he watched his mother go down the hall and head into her room. Once the door was closed, he smiled even wider. With a skip in his step, he quietly went into his own room and discarded the uncomfortable tux for his usual attire. He grabbed the small overnight bag he'd packed earlier from behind his door, closing it softly before he glided down the stairs to the living room. Although every light in the downstairs section of the house was out, he navigated easily through the hallway, pausing only for a moment at the entrance to the dining room. "She's all yours," he called out softly, and knowing the keen ears within the room would hear him just fine. As an afterthought, he smirked in the direction of the slim shadow that barely tinted one wall. "Good luck."

"Hn, luck has nothing to do with it," came the gruff reply. "Now get the hell out of here, and remember the deal."

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."

Bulma let the warm streams of water cascade over her body languidly, her muscles tight from hunkering over her workstation for such a long time. It was funny actually, now that she thought about it. Vegeta hadn't mentioned anything about lunch... or dinner, she realized with a start. In fact, she hadn't heard hide or hair out of him since that morning. Considering that her parents were out of town on a romantic getaway and leaving no one to cook for him, the high and mighty Saiyajin Prince had either ignored his stomach (highly unlikely as it was, it had been known to happen), or he had prepared his own meals. Perhaps he was trying to do something for her, after all. It was the way Vegeta worked, after all. He rarely did anything most people would consider sweet or romantic, but to the woman who knew him like only she did, she could pick up on his subtle gestures. It was a fact that irked the proud man to no end, and yet he continued, sometimes doing things she wondered if he even realized he had done at all.

Sighing softly, she closed her eyes, imagining what he was doing at that moment. Probably working in the Gravity Room, counting the seconds until she brought his robotic competitors back to him, getting more and more aggravated as the time drew on. She could see the look on his face as clearly as if he were in front of her. His brow furrowed as his eyes became no more than narrow slits of black fire, his thin lips pressed together as his strong angular jaw clenched so tightly you could almost feel his teeth raking together. If he were training, it would make his punches that much faster, his kicks that much fiercer at his invisible opponent, every muscle in his body dangerously taunt and rippling with fluid movement rivaled by no one of this planet's natural inhabitants. Only one man could compare in the entire universe, in fact. But her Prince... something in his very air, his attitude, his demeanor made his deadly dance seem all that more compelling... perhaps because it was more in tune with his nature. The dark and mysterious nature, harboring so much and yet revealing so little to everyone.

Everyone except Bulma Briefs. No wonder no one else could see why she was so completely addicted to the enigma that was Vegeta.

She had, over the years, learned the fine art of growling from her husband, and she let one out now as the images had brought back the all too familiar sensations within her midsection. Good Kami, the man was absolutely breathtaking when he was angry, and was probably one of the main reasons she taunted him so often. Of course, she knew the feeling was totally mutual, and she couldn't help but smile. Amazing how something like verbally attacking each other to force distance between them was what, in the end, had brought them together and had in time become the beautiful, albeit unique, relationship they now both lived, breathed, and in Vegeta's case, died for.

The quickly chilling water cued Bulma that she needed to get out and get ready, as she was leaving Trunks waiting in a suit, which she knew he despised almost as much as he had detested doing homework during his school years. She turned the water off and toweled herself off carefully before running the towel along her hair, drying it sufficiently to add whatever was needed to fit the hair, that would in turn fit the dress.

Of course, with body dry and hair tousled damply, she went to her closet. What was she going to wear?

Bulma had not realized how anxious she actually was to get out and do... something... until she slipped the on the silky red dress. She zipped it up carefully before turning to her mirror to inspect her reflection. To her delight, the slim dress, simple yet elegant and indeed sexy, hugged her round bosom and curvy hips perfectly, and the long slit that went to mid-thigh gave her the mobility she needed, as well as a tempting look at one long, shapely leg. As it was strapless, Bulma added a red sash to cover her shoulders, at the same time accentuating the cleavage that was conservatively exposed. She chuckled lightly to herself. Amazing how Vegeta had tamed her so much over the years. She dared to imagine that if it were not for him, she'd probably still be wearing outfits that only left her nipples and rear to the imagination. Of course, she held the knowledge that she could still wear it if she wanted to, and that was enough.

She went back to the bathroom and finished her hair, letting it simply dry and fall as it may, as it fell perfectly into place hugging her face gently. She applied a light bit of makeup, and finally added small ruby earrings to finish the combination off. And a powerful combination it was, she mused to herself. With a slip of her feet into matching heels and a wink at the gorgeous reflection one last time, she set her path to meet Trunks downstairs.

As soon as she came to pass the open door of her workroom, she paused, looking in once again at the evidence of her day's tedious labor. The trainers stood on the table, and would be in Vegeta's Gravity Room before he woke up in the morning. She smiled, strangely satisfied. Yes, he had done something nice for her that day, though he'd never admit it. And she hoped she had returned the favor by setting aside her free time to do something for him. As she knew, it was how they worked so perfectly together.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Vegeta," she whispered to the empty room as she closed the door with a soft click.

The first thing Bulma noticed when she went downstairs was that every light was out. She slowly made her way through the dark hallway, peering cautiously around each corner. "Trunks?" she questioned tentatively, making her way towards the living room. As she came to it, she could see the soft flutter of light dancing along the walls of the room, giving the area a warm glow. Her breath caught in her throat when she entered the room and two candles, both filling the large room with the sweet scent of cinnamon, burned softly, one at each side of the large glass double doors that led to the garden area outside. The doors, both opened wide, beckoned to her, and she answered the call almost as in a trance, her feet moving as if they possessed a will all their own. In moments she found herself surrounded by the grounds and buildings of Capsule Corporation where the small garden that her mother had planted lay, small flowers of various varieties making a blanket of colorful adornment to the otherwise bland area.

"Took you long enough."

Bulma spun around only to be trapped by two sleek and powerful arms around her waist. "Ve... Vegeta?"

Vegeta's eyebrow quirked up playfully, his obsidian eyes intently gazing into hers. "Baka, who else were you expecting?"

"Where's Trunks?" she asked quietly, still too shocked to make any truly coherent comeback. Of course, the close proximity of his body didn't help her concentration much, either.

"Out," he stated as his eyes seemed to drink in every detail of her from head to toe. "He got tired of waiting on you."

This time Bulma had regained enough composure to snort at the figure that held her securely against him. "Oh, so this," she began, cocking her head towards the door to the room she'd just come through, "isn't anything special then... say... for Valentine's Day perhaps?"

"Hn. Onna, you know I don't give a damn about your planet's pathetic ritual holidays," he stated seriously as he let his nimble fingers of one hand begin feather light strokes along her spine, sending shots of liquid fire through every fiber of her being.

"So you didn't plan this incredibly romantic set up? And destroy a group of very expensive training bots so you could distract me long enough to prepare this for little old weakling me?" she questioned, her voice a throaty purr as her hands traveled up his shoulders to wind at the base of his neck.

Vegeta's face remained emotionless, but his eyes told a far different tale, and Bulma was the expert reader. There was no denying the powerful combination of emotions that she could see within his onyx orbs. The desire, the possessiveness, the protectiveness, but most importantly, the deep and unparalleled love and devotion to one blue-hair human female. Still, his only external reaction was to smirk at her. "What the hell would I do that for? I just didn't want you screeching in my ear all day about those pieces of scrap metal you call robots."

Too bad the very insistent bulge in the front of his black slacks gave him away.

"So..." she began pushing her shoulders away from him, effectively thrusting her hips into his aching groin mercilessly, "I suppose you would rather me leave you alone and give you some... alone time," she drawled the last part out indifferently, letting a soft sigh escape.

A low growl came from Vegeta's throat as he effectively pulled her flush against him, their noses mere millimeters apart. Their eyes were locked into one another's and both heartbeats thundered at heightened speed as the passion-heated blood moved up as well as down. "Well, since you're already here..." he began, but opted instead to leave the words behind as he tired of the meaningless insults, letting his body take over the conversation instead to send it in the diametrically opposing direction. His emotions were so deep and still to this day so very raw and untamed it was, in it's purest form, his one and only way of truly communicating to the woman. She welcomed it as his mouth descended onto hers with the veracity of a starved man at the most exquisite banquet.

As soon as their lips met, Vegeta used their bond to pour forth everything within that he had never before and would probably never be able to express with mere futile words. Bulma gasped as her soul and spirit was encompassed by the sudden surge of all that was Vegeta and in it all that she had become within him. He had done this before many times, but each time was even more brilliant and utterly mind-blowing than the last. It was moments like these that Bulma realized just how Kami had blessed her life as well as her heart. To have given her a man that never seemed to age even as she did and yet his heart grew subtly with each passing day as he let her fill so many of the empty places he'd held onto for so long. This was what no one else could know, this is why they could not understand. Truth be told, Bulma was perfectly happy to let it be just as it was. No one else needed to know or understand them, for they understood each other, in essence they were one on every possible level.

Their mouths clashed hungrily, their tongues battling each other with an almost animalistic need as their arms wound around each other more tightly. Bulma weaved her thin fingers into his thick hair as his own hands held her hips firm against his body, his thumbs traveling in teasing strides along the curve of her waist. It wasn't long before both needed more contact, needed to feel each other's skin so badly both ached and burned equally with wanton desire. Bulma made the first move, pulling the black muscle shirt over Vegeta's head in a swift tug. As soon as his arms folded around her again, her zipper fell, as did the dress immediately after.

//Thank you//

Vegeta met her smiling eyes as his fingers traced slowly down her shoulders and arms, all the way to the tips of her fingers. //For what?//

Bulma grinned. //For not ruining my favorite dress.//

His fingers traveled back up along her inner arm, then back up to her neck where he ran his fingers over his mark on her, and finally moving upward once more, tracing along her jaw line, sending electric shivers through every nerve of her body. //Hn. Don't worry, Onna. I'll wait until after you're asleep to do that.//

Of course, he would do no such thing. She'd learned by now that if a garment wasn't turned to ribbons during foreplay, it would be safe... until the next time at least. She chuckled lightly, enjoying the feel of his burning flesh under her fingers, her hands spread to cover every inch she could as she went from his neck to his shoulder all the way down to his ridged abdomen, which instinctively twitched under her knowing touch. She could feel his breath catch as she let her fingernail run along every crease and nook and cranny in his perfect physique, as if sculpting him for the first time out of the softest clay. Her hands glided down further still, her finger dancing teasingly just under the waistband of his pants.

This was apparently enough to pull Vegeta from his lulled state as he tore her thin silk panties of with one tug and laid her down gently into the soft grass beneath them. He smirked at her for only a moment before covering her mouth with his again, his lips and tongue working magic in greeting. With a soft nip to her bottom lip, his exploration moved down to her chin, then to her jaw, to earlobe, all of which he attacked with single-minded determination as all tools assaulted the sensitive flesh, making the goddess beneath him writhe and moan as her need intensified tenfold. While his mouth worked above, one hand slipped below, running in agonizingly slow patterns along her thigh until it finally reached her knee. Then the journey back up began, his nimble digits sending wickedly enticing excitement along her inner thigh. Her body ached for him, so when his hand finally reached its prize, her legs spread, allowing him to partake in anything and everything he wanted. He made lazy circles around the lips of her womanhood for several moment, making Bulma growl at him, her half-lidded gaze becoming dark and insistent. Of course he would comply with the unspoken request. At this point, there was nothing short of the universe itself in a glass case that he would deny her if she asked.

He spread her gingerly, letting his thumb find her already electrified nub and executing several excruciating strokes. Bulma's eyes shot open as her back arched into his hand at the sudden overwhelming pleasure that fogged every one of her senses. Her breath became frantic pants, and both of her hands took hold of his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his unyielding muscle, drawing small ringlets of blood from the skin. When he finally inserted a finger into her womanhood, Bulma cried out, bowing like an arrow about to be let loose. Vegeta immediately used that action to get his free arm under her, propping on his elbow so that he could hold her between her shoulder blades. Then he completed the divine torment as his teeth settle around one pert nipple, grazing it lightly before letting his lips and tongue swirl and suckle it gently and firmly.

The combination of the three made Bulma's body dance beneath her Prince, fueling his own fire and driving him on with insatiable hunger and all-consuming need. He felt her body begin to quake with her coming climax, and he removed himself quickly so not to trigger her... yet. Bulma whimpered as she felt him pull back, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms become a vice around his neck.

Vegeta's eyes glittered as he peered into her passionate gaze. //Patience, Onna.//

He unwound her as gently as her death grip would allow before letting him mouth move down, making a trail of feather-light kisses down to her navel, where his tongue made several circles. Her already heated skin burned under his ministrations, her hands desperately grabbing handfuls of his thick raven locks. Then his divine mouth moved down further still, until it came to her desperate need. His tongue found her neglected nub, and once again Bulma cried out as the heat of his mouth sent earth-shattering waves of bliss through her entire body so that ever pore of her skin would explode if touched. The gentle breeze caressed her body as his mouth brought her to her overloaded senses to their brink, and the boundary broke almost painfully as wave after wave of release engulfed her making her scream his name to the heavens for all to hear.

Vegeta came back up slowly, enjoying the feel of every tremble of her slight form beneath him. When their faces met once again, Bulma pulled his mouth to her, this time knowing that he would no longer hold anything back. Indeed, when their lips met, it was almost violent in it's intensity as he was finally allowing himself to recognize and assuage his own now crazed desire. She wasted no time as her hands found the clasp of his pants, but she was beaten to the punch as his arm came around and removed the cursed barrier in a breath, his black boxers immediately following. She once again let him settle between her thighs as one hand moved down his spine, the other moving to his pronounced erection. Her hand circled his aching manhood at the same moment her other hand found the small scar at the base of his spine where his tail had once been and her fingers nimbly rubbed against it. Vegeta's head buried itself within the crook of her neck as his primal howl echoed through the night sky.

Bulma was only allowed a few strokes before Vegeta pulled both of her hands away and raising them above her head. He positioned himself at her waiting entrance, looking deeply into her shining cerulean eyes and weaving his fingers between her own. With one final, beautiful kiss, he sheathed himself completely within her.

They both cried out in united pleasure and he stayed as still as his thundering body would allow for a moment so that they both could bask in the feel of filling and the perfect fit of their bodies, hearts, souls and spirits together. Then he rocked his hips back and thrust again, setting a slow but firm pace. That quickly changed as Bulma's legs wrapped around the Saiyajin's hips, urging him on faster and harder. He complied immediately, his thrusts becoming almost savage until they both could hold out no longer. Bulma's second climax came crashing on her, and she buried herself within his shoulder, crying as the pleasure rocked her small body. It was immediately followed by Vegeta's release, which came with such force the Prince had to grit his teeth and force himself to stay propped above the woman as every muscle in his body cried out to collapse.

Finally unable to fight it, he rolled away from her to land heavily on his back next to her. Bulma rolled over so that her head lay in the crook of his arm, and he used the last of his dwindling strength to pull her completely against him, both arms folding with less than modest possessiveness around her.

//I love you, Vegeta.//

Bulma let her hands slide softly, lovingly down his chest before moving her head so that her ear was close to his heartbeat. Once he managed to lower it to a more normal rhythm, she smiled as the sound of his soft-contented purr filled her ear. It was a sound she could never tire of, as it was the best gifts Vegeta could give her. He was content, and she knew she was a large part of that.

CENTER>~~~

You're still the one that I love,

The only one I dream of.

You're still the one I kiss goodnight.

~~~

Of course, Vegeta knew she was not a part of it, for she was the whole of it. He had not had a heart before he met the delicate human. He only had now what she had so unselfishly given, which he had learned years ago when he had finally made the woman his mate. She had given him everything.

He let his eyes fall to the top of Bulma's head noting her fulfilled sigh that took her into slumber. He waited a few more minutes, and noting her she had definitely fallen asleep, he pulled her closer wrapping another arm around her. He levitated them up so that he was standing with her cradled in his arms. He walked inside the glass door and flared his ki to blow out the candles. Then he shouldered the door shut as gently and quietly as possible before making his way up the stairs to their bedroom.

He laid her down reverently, as if she were the most precious item in the world. But to Vegeta, she was even more than that. He got in next to her and wrapped himself around her before finally letting his own exhaustion catch up.

He stole one last gaze at his Kami sent blue-haired angel, though Kami himself only knew what the once black hearted Prince of Saiyajins had done to deserve her. He planted one last delicate kiss on her forehead, letting his lips rest there as sleep overcame the Saiyajin no Ouji.

~Owari~