Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is a quick one shot that I did. I just thought it would interest some of you Bulma and Vegeta fans out there! I'm still uncertain if I want to write any other chapters for this one shot, but then it wouldn't be called a one shot would it? *smirks* Anyway, just enjoy the story, and there is a LEMON in here, so if you don't like lemons, then don't read. *sticks tongue out* Haha, anyway, if you have time please review!
Her Last Love
Bulma sighed, as she looked dejectedly at her newest project. She was trying to invent something that would be able to harness Ki, but she couldn't put the last piece together. She had tried to get a DNA sample from the stubborn Prince of all Saiyans, but he had stopped her before she could even get within a foot of him, telling her that it was beneath him to give her any sample of his blood. And that no one other than his enemies drew his blood.
"Stupid Saiyan," Bulma muttered under her breath. She walked outside of her lab looking up at the huge capsule corporation building that loomed above her.
She thought back to last year. She had broken up with Yamcha. He was being a prick as usual, and she wasn't going to stand down to his abuse anymore. She could almost still hear his words ringing in her ears, as she wondered what had gone wrong in their relationship. And then all of the sudden, the sweet Bulma Briefs was no longer there. She started screaming at the top of her lungs about his abuse. And she had one card up her sleeve that she knew how to play. He had been cheating on her. With some bimbo from the city. That had shut him up good.
But now that Bulma stood in front of her legacy, she wondered if it was the right thing to do. To throw her future with Yamcha away as if it was nothing. But he had cheated on her. She sighed dejected. She knew that if he ever crawled back to her, she would put into long consideration if he was worthy of her anymore. But deep in her heart, she knew that she would never be able to take back a man who she had put her faith in, only to have it slapped back in her face.
She started walking towards her house, which was located on the same area as her Capsule Corporation lab. She walked into her bedroom, sadness sweep over her body.
She pulled her lab coat off, and kicked her high heel pumps off, before she started to peel her shirt, and skirt off of her body, never realizing that someone lurked just outside her bedroom watching her with an evil intent in his eyes.
Bulma walked like a zombie towards her closet, and picked up a clean towel. She felt disgusted with herself, as she walked towards her bathroom. She couldn't believe how lonely she was. She didn't know what to do anymore.
She turned the water in her lavish tub on, and watched as the water started to pour out. As soon as she figured she had enough water, she sunk into the water that caressed her entire worn down body. As soon as she felt the warm water touch her, she sunk into oblivion and she sighed with relief. Her entire body relaxed as if there was nothing better in this world than taking a great bath.
Thirty minutes later, Bulma got out, and with the towel wrapped around her head, she walked out to her bedroom, never noticing her house guest lounging on her bed. She turned sharply towards her right towards her closet. With her naked back to her bed, she picked out a pair of bright red lace panties, and the matching red bra that came as a set.
She turned around to change, and almost screamed, as Vegeta laid there across her bed, smirking at her, with those dark eyes. She gasped as she saw him laying there. She wasn't sure what to do, other than to cover up her body. Humiliation covered her entire face, as a rising blush started to form from her chest to her cheeks.
"What are you doing here Vegeta?" She screeched at the intruder in her room.
She watched as his muscles flexed, and she licked her lips wondering what it would be like to taste the evil Saiyan on her tongue.
He continued to smirk at her, and she almost wanted to slap look off of his face.
His voice rang out clear through her embarrassing face. "The Gravity Room is broken. I demand that you fix it now."
She sighed. How come this damned Saiyan always got on her biggest nerve. She pinched the bridge between her two eyes.
"Vegeta, I'm kind of busy right now."
He raised one eyebrow at her. And she wondered if he even relied that she was naked standing in front of him with only a towel that covered her wet hair.
"Fix it." The menacing tone in his voice did not falter, before he zoomed off of her bed, and in a split second he was standing next to her.
He pulled the towel with the slowness of a cat who was stretching, off of her hair, and he pulled her face towards him, and she closed her eyes involuntary, trying to think of a good reason why she couldn't. But all reason and right were pushed back towards the back of her brain.
She could feel his warm fingers against her neck as he touched his lips to her ears.
"Woman." He hissed out from between his lips.
She gasped, and reared back on him, before placing two piercing eyes on his laughing face.
She pushed him off of her, and quickly turned around to her closet, before picking up the disregarded panties and bra that she had dropped on the ground before Vegeta had scared her.
Vegeta quickly turned her around, and she felt the wetness between her legs start to warm up. She tried pushing him off of her again, but he was still extremely strong.
"I can smell you." He hissed at her.
She froze for a second. She hadn't realized that Saiyan's had a acute sense of smell. She had always known that they had perfect vision, and hearing, but their sense of smell had never been mentioned to her by Goku.
She whimpered in his arms, as his fingers dug into the skin of her upper arms.
"Well what do you smell?" Her voice becoming bolder every second.
She watched him as he lifted his nose and pressed it only inches away from her ear. "I smell your lust woman."
She froze there in his arms, practically dying. She didn't want the Prince to know how lonely she had been these past couple of months, but she couldn't help it. She was lonely, with no one to comfort her.
He pushed her away from him, watching with amused eyes at what she was going to do next. She just stood there, staring at the ground, not sure what to do anymore.
He shook his head at her. Where was that confident woman that he had meet on Namek all those months ago? Where was the one who would scream at him when he took their dragon ball?
He personally wouldn't mind if she screamed at him, but he wanted her underneath him, screaming his name in heated passion, as he thrust into her with all his might and power.
He took one good look at her, and he realized that it wouldn't be hard for him to take her into his arms, and throw her on the bed. And he was fairly sure that it would be easy for him as in a couple minutes she would be withering underneath him in pleasure.
In that instance, Bulma watched his face, for any thing that would be able to tell him apart from the monster that she knew. And in a split second, her decision was made for her, as Vegeta quickly picked her up, and tossed her on her large bed.
She squealed with fright. She wasn't sure what was going to become of her. But she knew that Vegeta had something planned. And she was frightened, but her fear was powered by lust for the Prince.
She watched as he started stalking towards her. His body moving dangerously through her room.
He pulled her body from her bed, violently, shaking her to the core. He pulled her legs, until they wrapped around his waist. He stared arrogantly at her. And she looked up at him, her eyes wide.
He bent his head down low, until his lips were so close to hers, that if she reached her tongue out, she could lick his sweet looking lips.
He smelled her and he wanted to kiss her right then and there. He leaned his head in close. And He felt her and he could feel her entire body buzzing with excitement.
She leaned forward, and caught his lips in hers. She was trying to be bold. She was trying something new.
He stood there shock ran through him like lighting, he couldn't believe how bold she was being. As long as he lived there, she never tried to stay in the same room with him for longer than ten minutes unless it was to fix his gravity room.
He was unsure of what to do now. He kissed her back and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, and with a quick hand he brushed his gloved fingers through her long blue hair. He had never felt such soft hair. He remembered her blue hair, and he kissed her with all his passion and might.
She felt him respond to her, and she breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he wouldn't turn her away.
He kissed her hungrily. He wanted to feel her body against his. He pushed her down on her back. Her legs still dangling off the side of the bed. He never broke the kiss, he just continued kissing her with the hungry of his soul.
His soul cried out when he had saw her. He couldn't believe that this beautiful female had accepted him into her life, however brief it might be. He winced against her, when he thought about how, she might push him away after this, never discussing what had happened here in her bedroom.
But a small part of him wished, wished hard that she would accept him as her own, and fall apart with him into his crazed world.
As he thought of these things, she had placed her small pale hands against his chest, and her hands begged to pull his training suit off of his body.
He hissed at her impatience, but he could not deny the goddess that withered beneath him anymore. He pulled off his shirt, and he resumed kissing her mouth, and then her neck. He reached the crook of her neck, and he felt her pulse feather underneath the softness that was her skin.
He smelled the lust that rolled over like the waves of the ocean. He wanted to thrust into her and bury himself in her for all eternity. But he knew that he had to be gentle. She wasn't a rough human, she was delicate and soft, and amazing everywhere.
His kisses trailed down to her breasts, and he took one pink nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. His other hand trailed to her other breast that was being neglected, and he touched her with such gentleness, that she melted under his touch.
His kisses trailed down her stomach, until they came down to between her legs. She squired under his hot breath against her wetness. She wanted to fall into the waves of pleasure that this man was giving her.
He placed one finger against her wetness, touching her gently. He wanted to taste her, but first he wanted this beautiful female to scream his name as she came on his tongue and fingers.
He placed his tongue in her wetness, and his fingers kneaded her cheeks, in anticipation. She moaned with a touch of rage in her voice. He had never been with anyone as unique as this exquisite being that was laid out in front of him right now.
He breathed onto her folds, and she screamed a little, a little piece of her soul died in that moment. She was in pleasure and in heaven.
She watched as he came up for air from between her legs. "I want you to scream my name as I fuck you with my fingers and mouth." All she could do was roll her head back, and scream, as he continued his assault on her body.
Then all of the sudden her body arched off her bed, and she screamed so loud that it almost felt like the earth moved just for a fraction of a second. "VEGETA!" And then her body was racked with tremors, and she couldn't stop shaking.
He pulled her up close to him, and he pulled his pants down and pushed his hardness against her legs. Her legs spread against their own will, and he pressed the head of his hardness into the wetness that would soon surround him.
She smiled up at him. He looked down at her, a smile fluttered across his expression, before it was consumed by his lust for her.
In one swift motion, he thrust into her, knocking her breath away, as she gasped. Her nails stuck to his back, as she scratched him deeply. Her legs wrapped around his waist, as she pulled him closer to her.
He sighed in bliss, as he felt her tighten around his hardness. He looked down at the blue goddess who surrounded him, and kept him warm and safe.
He wasn't sure what to make of her. Her hair was what intrigued him the most. In his most savage days, he had traveled through many galaxies, through the entire universe, and he had never met anyone with as stunningly beautiful hair as her pale blue hair.
He combed his hand through her hair, twisted it around his fingers, as he thrust deeply into her.
He leaned down, into the crook of her neck, and he whispered sweet nothings into her ears. She panted, and moaned beneath him, and he could feel her pleasure reaching it's peak.
He whispered one last demand in her ear. "Call my name when you come." His whisper a lingering reminder on her mind.
She screamed with a vicious force that would have done the proud Saiyan above her proud. "Vegeta!" She screamed one last time, and he roared with victory that she had claimed him as hers.
He came spent in her soft body. She laid beneath him, panting and moaning still, as her orgasm ran over her body. It was the most amazing orgasm she had ever had. And she wondered what was to become of their relationship after this.
He looked down at her, with a slight grin on his face. And she smiled back at him, with all the sunshine her heart could give her Prince.