Hello to whoever is reading this! First of all, this is my first fanfic so I know that there's going to be a lot of grammar mistakes and typos but I'll try to improve. Second, this fanfic is for mature readers. There are MATURE themes discussed in this story, if you don't like those then I advice you to stop reading right now.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy my first chapter, there are more to come.
Vegeta slung the damp towel behind his neck and proceeded to walk towards the kitchen. He opened the fridge, rummaging a round for a few moments before finding what he needed and closed the fridge door. As he set down the carton of milk on the table he realized that his blue haired mate was nowhere to be seen, which was odd considering that she should have been in the process of preparing dinner by now. He shrugged it off and continued to take a swig of his drink.
A few minutes later, Vegeta found himself seated in front of the television with a sandwich on his lap and a few boxes of juice placed on the coffe table in front of him. The prince's dark eyes were glued on the television screen as he devoured his sandwich.
It was rare for him to pay attention to any form of human entertainment since he found most them to be foolish and a waste of time. The only things he found enjoyable were reading or watching tv. Since both of his children decided to spend their night at their friends' house, and no one else was home but his wife, he had taken advantage of the silent and calm atmosphere by making himself a small snack and watching tv.
Unfortunately for him, the tiny sandwich was not enough to sate his appetite and his growling stomach prompted him to look for Bulma.
He located her ki and realized she was in the garage. That woman could barely be separeted from her beloved vehicles.
He made his way through the compound and arrived at the colossal garage owned by the Briefs family. He rarley visited since he had no business coming here and the sight of all these vehicles made him feel a little overwhelmed.
He silently walked as his eyes searched for his human wife. The sound of a horn honking caught his attention as it reverbrated throughout the grey walls. Suspecting that it was Bulma who made the sound, he hastily walked towards the origin of the noise.
He came to stop behind a black sports car adorned with a red dragon on the side. He recognized it as Bulma's favorite car. From what he could see through the back window, her head was bent low and she appeared to have her phone raised to her ear. Her shoulders were trembling, Vegeta watched as she raised a clenched fist and slam it down on the steering wheel causing another loud honk to erupt from the vehicle.
In less than a second, Vegeta was standing inches from the car door, he bent down and knocked on the glass.
Bulma jolted with surprise, dropping her phone. She turned to face him and Vegeta noticed her eyes were glistening with tears. They stared at each other for a moment before Bulma crouched and started searching for her phone, while Vegeta grabbed the door handle and wretched it open.
"Woman," he called. The blue haired scientist slowly straightened but refused to raise her head. Vegeta leaned in and gently grabbed her arm, guiding her out of the car to stand before him.
"Bulma, what's wrong with you?" His arms were crossed over his chest as a worried expression settled on his face.
At the sound of her name, Bulam lifted her head to gaze at her husband's face, the concern on his features caused her to caress his cheek.
"I'm fine, just going through a lot at work." She assured him, though from the her voice sounded, he figured that it was something much worse.
"Woman, don't try to decieve me." He reached for her hand that she had placed on his cheek, covering it with his and stared into the milky depths of her eyes.
Bulma didn't reply. Instead she moved closer to him, wrapping her slender arms around his neck and pressing her body against his.
He could feel her warm breath on his, felt the dampness of her cheek as she rubbed her face against his neck.
"I don't want to talk about that now," she said. It was clearly a pitiful attempt to avoid answering his question, but hearing her quiet whimpers made him sigh. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "You'll have to tell me someday."
A small smile tugged at Bulma's lips. Words could never describe how she felt whenever her normally stoic husband displayed any kind of affection towards her.
"Yeah." She softly whispered. Taking a step back from the warmth of her body, Vegeta silently admired her before leaning in to kiss her lips. Bulma reciprocated by kissing him harder and running her hands through his thick, wild hair.
Pressing her up against the car, the Saiyan Prince continued to kiss his wife passionately as he begean to take her jacket off, completely forgetting about his appetite.
An hour and a half later, Bulma was comfortably snuggled up against Vegeta's nude body, she felt his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. His strong fingers stroked her hair gently as the both laid and basked in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Some time later, Bulma opeted that that they've spent enough time cramped in the back seat of the car and untangled herself from the disappointed Saiyan at her side.
"Hey, we have to get out of there sooner or later, you know." she giggled. "Don't worry we still have plenty of time to fool around later."
Vegeta growled and was about to reply when the sound of his rumbling stomach interrupted him. "I'm hungry." He declared.
Bulma climbed out of the car and searched for her discarded clothes."Yeah, yeah I know. Why don't you go ahead and order some food for the both of us?".
"I just need to take care of something real quick," she said as she handed him his clothes, giving him a warm smile.
Vegeta got dressed quickly and headed to the nearest phone he could find. Bulma couldn't help but be amused by his behaviour, however, the delight on her face was abruptly washed off by the high-pitched ringing coming from her phone.
With a pale face, she cautiously approached the device as if it could bite her head off if she got too close. Bulma reached a hand out and picked up the phone from the floor of the car.
She didn't bother to find out who was calling, she turned the phone off and then shoved it deep into one of the pockets of her trousers.
She had plenty of time to deal with them later, as for now she would spend the night with her husband.