Bulma sat on her husband, working the lavender scented oil as deeply as she could into his muscles. She paused on a particularly large knot and shook her head, tsking, "Really Vegeta, I thought you had gotten out of the habit of exploding things. Especially that new gravity room prototype you wanted. It's going to take me a while to fix it. Maybe a few days to calibrate it and make adjustments. I'm going to take a wild guess and say the new alloy didn't stand up to the computer simulations like we thought it would?" She paused and reached over to pour more oil into her hands before she went back to her task, "Or did you just miss me pulling you out of rubble?" She said with amusement in her voice.

Vegeta slowly shook his head without raising his face from the pillow. He knew exactly what she was referring to; the day he'd pushed himself too far and had blown up the gravity machine when he'd first come to earth after fighting Frieza on Namek. Today hadn't been much different; he'd pushed himself too hard, expecting more from the machine than it was capable of before it had even been tested properly. Oh well. It had been tested now. It failed.

A groan escaped his throat as his mate rubbed harder at his sore muscles. "Maybe if everyone in this house wasn't driving me nuts I wouldn't have all this frustration to take out on your machines," he muttered. He hadn't minded the idea of celebrating Dr. Brief's retirement, but as word got out, the party seemed to just keep getting bigger and bigger. What had started out as a nice dinner for friends and family was now a masquerade ball with half the city invited. And then they had decided to double up on the party and also make it a celebration of Goku's marriage to Tien and Sabriena. "You let those girls run away with this party idea," he accused, his voice still muffled by the pillow.

Bulma chuckled as she leaned over him, working her thumbs down his spine, using gravity to help her pop a few spots in his back where she knew he aggravated the muscles and bones. A few satisfying crunches later she sat back down and kept working on his spine for a moment, "You say that as if I had some measure of control in the first place. I never blinded myself with any illusions of that. You know how your daughters are when it's time to throw a party. First ones in line and the last ones to leave."

She twisted a little bit, reaching for the little tray of hot stones she had set aside and picked one up. She tested the temperature first, making sure it wouldn't be too hot before she started placing them in a line down his spine at tension points, "Besides, it's a masquerade, it's supposed to be fun. You can dress up like the Red Death and no one will bother you all night long. Well, except for me."

He gave a long groan as the heat from the stones seeped into his back. He raised his head slightly to make sure she could hear him. "First of all, they're YOUR daughters. I'm disowning them after all this mess. Second, no one will bother me whether I'm dressed up or not. And third, you'd better not wait until that late tonight to 'bother' me," he said with a smirky glance over his shoulder at her before he let his face fall back into the softness beneath him. He slowly trailed his tail up the inside of her thigh and had to suppress the urge to snicker when she gave a little jump as the tip of it teased her body. Even though he was bruised and sore, he just couldn't resist his mate, especially when he was already naked and she kept rubbing her hands all over him like that.

"Cheeky," she said playfully, "Well, maybe I will bother you later. Right now, you just lay still and I'll make sure this massage comes with a happy ending, yeah?" She shook her head and reached to grasp his tail, feeling for any kinks in the appendage, thought she suspected if there were, he would be in a horrible mood. She'd seen cats with their tails stepped on before and she had no wish to see the same response here.

A deep rumbling purr issued from Vegeta's chest as she ran her hand down his tail. His hips shifted on the bed as his length twitched at the promise of her words. He couldn't help but wonder what she had in mind for him. The corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile and he peeked over his shoulder at her again. Gods, she was beautiful. "Fine," he answered, "I suppose I'll let you take care of your prince. But as soon as I stop hurting, I'm going to take out the rest of my aggression on you." He reached back and grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, and another groan wrenched from his throat as his cock firmed beneath him.

Bulma chuckled, "Oh, is that a promise?" She shook her head and carefully moved off of him to looked him over for any more obvious bruising or lumps, "I still don't understand how you ended up with half the roof on your back." She mutter and poked at a deeper cut on the side where he had missed getting impaled by an iron bar by mere centimeters. She slicked up her hands with more oil, turning herself to sit on him again, this time facing his legs and started working the oil into his legs, down his calves all the way to his feet.

"Dammit, woman," he hissed when she poked at him, but it quickly turned into a moan of appreciation as her cool hands worked the oil into his aching muscles. His tail curled up and fell back against the bed over and over, much the way a contented cat swishes its tail about. He finally rolled to his back, ignoring the smooth stones that slipped and fell to the bed, and crossed his arms behind his head to look at her. His eyes trailed up her delicious curves, lingering for a moment on her breasts before they came to rest on her full lips. He gave a devilish smirk and tensed his muscles, making his erection twitch before her. "You promised a full-body massage."

Bulma shook her head at him, "You are hopeless." She could see another cut on the same side as the other one. She sat back and drank in his form. His firm flesh, the taut nipples, "Promised? You needed it after your "Accident"" She motioned with her fingers in quotations. Still, she crawled over to him, trailing her hands up his chiseled abdomen, over his pecs. She finally leaned over and claimed his lips in a fierce kiss as she let her hand trail back down to curl around his erection, "Mmm, you've really been enjoying this. I should have known better with pain and pleasure."

Vegeta hissed at her touch and his back arched off the bed. "You know me too well," he groaned, lifting his hips to thrust into her hand. He cringed in pain and fell back against the bed again. "Damn," he growled in frustration. Nothing irritated him more than when his body wouldn't cooperate with him, when the pain tried to dictate what he could or could not do. He set his jaw with determination and lifted his hips again, but the deep cut on his back felt like it was ripping and he had to stop again.

Bulma frowned at him, "Too much pain this time though, huh?" She shook her head, "Guess you'd better keep your hips still." She purred as she slipped down his body to lay between his legs. She nuzzled at his hard length, kissing the base that was nestled in the soft patch of dark hair. He smelled amazing. Always of spice. She traced out a path of one of the veins that went all the way to the tip before she swallowed him down whole, cupping his soft orbs in her hand, and rolled them around in her fingers.

A cry of pleasure escaped the prince's lips as his mate descended on his flesh. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked at him, making his cock throb and ache for her. He let his hand rest on the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her soft hair. "Mmmm, oh gods… yessss… suck it," he rumbled, unable to keep his hips completely still. He carefully rocked up into her mouth as much as his wounds would allow. "You love pleasuring your prince, don't you?" he panted a mere second before he sucked air through clenched teeth at the feeling of her hand cupping his balls and rolling them expertly. "Oh, you know what you're doing, woman."

She pulled away from him with an obscene pop, licking her lips as she did, "You know I do." She winked at him and moved to straddle him, grasping his length and steadying it as she slide down over it, throwing her head back and moaning at the sensation of him filling her to the brim, "Mmm, let me ride you." She breathed as she moved over him, staring into his eyes as she braced most of her weight on her arms. She used the leverage to expertly slide over his hard cock, faster and faster without him even having to lift his sore body to meet her.

"Oh gods," Vegeta breathed as her tight heat engulfed him. His toes curled and his tail swished on the bed as he laid there, letting her have her way with him. He licked his lips as he stared at her full breasts hovering only inches above his face before he leaned up slightly and captured a firm nipple in his mouth. He moaned at the taste of her flesh against his tongue and sucked at her fiercely. "Ride me," he commanded softly, "Fuck me… nnnngh… harder… faster…" He buried his face into the valley between her breasts, breathing in the scent of her light perfume as the creamy swell of her breasts pressed against the sides of his face.

Bulma moaned, Vegeta's cock so perfectly suited for her, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her see stars with every thrust, "Gods yes Vegeta. You love this don't you. You love it when I ride you like this, worshiping you and your body. Gods, do you know how hot you make me?" She clenched down on him, squeezing him as she went faster and she cried out in pleasure, "Ohhh, can I come? Please!" She reached up carefully, not losing her momentum and pinched his nipple.

A sharp hiss issued through his teeth as she teased his sensitive flesh. "Yes!" he cried, ignoring the pain in his body and thrust up into her. The pain only intensified the moment, making his cock swell within her. "Come for me!" he ordered as his hair flashed to gold, his eyes turning seafoam green as his cock seemed to become even harder, bigger within her. "Come for your prince." His eyes rolled back in his head as her tight, slick body slammed down on his, his orgasm so tantalizingly close.

Bulma screamed her pleasure as he transformed while inside of her. Gods she loved it when he did that. She felt as if his body was going to split her in half. "YES, YES, YES!" she cried out as she came, "VEGETA!" She furiously worked her body over his cock, squeezing and keeping a tight grip on him, determined to milk every last drop from his body.

His name on her lips sent him over the edge, his cock exploding inside her, pumping his hot cum deeply into her body. He roared as he came, her body still sliding over him until he finally relaxed on the bed, completely and utterly spent. His chest heaved as he pulled her to lay on top of him, their bodies still connected, and he curled his tail affectionately around her waist. "Good gods, do you know what you do to me, woman?"

She smiled, still trying to catch her breath as she leaned her head down, kissing at his sweat covered skin, winking at him, "I think I have a pretty good idea." She said laying her head back down, "Why does this always happen when you get injured." She smirks, "Not that I'm complaining, but you can bother me when you aren't dripping blood and split open." She groaned and pushed herself up to sit on him, not yet wanting to part from him.

Vegeta chuckled at her, easily recalling the memory of their first time together. "At least you weren't bitching and nagging at me beforehand this time," he smirked. He rested his calloused hands on the fronts of her thighs, rubbing his thumbs over the impossibly smooth skin. "I believe I won that argument."

Bulma laughed and leaned over, looking into his dark eyes, a smile on her face, "You only think you win these arguments. We both know that I came out on top in this situation." She said smugly before she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips, sighing against him. She was so content with him. Who would have ever guessed her other half would have come to her from half a galaxy away? Well, it was just like her too. She would never settle for anything less than the absolute best.

Another chuckle escaped his throat and he shook his head. "So this means I don't have to attend that party now, right?" he teased, knowing full well she would make him go anyway. It was important to her and he wasn't about to ignore her on her special night. Dr. Briefs was retiring and officially handing the company over to Bulma. She'd worked long and hard to prove to her father that she was more than capable of running the company he'd built and Vegeta knew how much this meant to her. Still, he couldn't help teasing her a bit; he loved aggravating her. She was so cute when she was mad. "I'll just stay up here and let you wait on me until I recover."

Bulma picked up on his teasing tone and played a long, "Oh sure! If you aren't well enough for a party then you aren't well enough for other nightly activities." She winked at him and lifted herself up with a moan as she felt some of his essence slip out and down her leg. She shivered at the feeling and laid down next to him, threading her fingers through his hair as she spied his wound had opened up again. She only chuckled at him, "Though, I promise to make it worth your while if you come down for a few hours. Or if you are going to stay up here, you have to kidnap me."

"Fine," he sighed and sat up a bit more in the bed. "Let me dress this and I'll attend your party," he said, reaching for the bandages on the bedside table. He frowned at the blood on the sheets and pressed the gauze to his back. "And no, I'm not taking one of those damn senzu beans. Save those for something important." He despised taking those things; they made him feel weak, like he couldn't tolerate a little pain. A glance at the clock on the wall told him they still had a few hours before guests would start arriving. He'd be plenty rested and feeling better by that time.

Bulma laughed, "I wouldn't even dream of slipping one into your food this evening dear. You know, someday you'll have to let me poke at you so I can figure out how those injuries keep making you stronger. It's really like you're a machine with a body that learns to adapt to the environment. Exposing yourself to the danger makes your body more tolerant of any future injuries of the same nature. It's fascin…" She cut off when she saw that look on her husband's face and she grinned, "Ah well, there you go again letting me get carried away."

He pressed his lips thin and shook his head slowly at her in a disapproving sort of way. "Honestly, woman, if I didn't know you cared, I'd worry that one day I would end up on one of your lab tables as some sort of science experiment," he muttered and set aside the tape, satisfied with the bandages. "If you want a lab rat, use Tora. Just bribe him with beer and those stupid movies he and Catherine enjoy so much. He won't argue a bit."

Bulma laughed, "Now there's an idea that has merit." She said, "But I think I'm growing to like him. He's not so bad. You should see him go through bacon. I've never seen anyone devour so many rashers in one sitting. Including Goku!" She threw her hands up and went to the closet, taking out the pressed tuc she had gotten for Vegeta and laid it out over their small couch, "I'm going to grab a quick shower, you rest up and don't sit on it!"

Vegeta finally stood and stretched, looking over at the fancy tux Bulma had laid out for him. "All right then," he sighed. He grabbed her hand as she turned to go to the shower and he pulled her back to him and captured her lips with his in a soft, passionate kiss. He leaned his forehead against hers, his dark eyes boring into her brilliant blue ones. "I'm proud of you, Bulma. You deserve this tonight," he said in a low voice and curled his tail around her waist for a moment. "I'm proud to have you as my mate."

Bulma turned back to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaned into him, pressing her forehead against his. Gods, it was as if she couldn't get enough of this man. Since he'd come back from the war, after Sabriena had been kidnapped, she felt more of an urge to spend more time with him, "I'm proud to be your mate as well, Vegeta." She said sincerely, reaching out and rubbing the mark on his neck. It had finally healed over after their anniversary. It made her feel warm and protected, it was almost like a renewal of the vows they had made, but this went much deeper than vows, or anything that words could ever hope to touch. "Mmm," she purred, "convince me to stay in bed with you."

Vegeta leaned into her touch for a moment before he gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down to rest over the brand on his chest. "I would," he said, "but you know they would come looking for us. I don't particularly feel like putting on a show tonight." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "Now go on. I know how long you like to spend primping in the mirror before something like this," he smirked. "If you wait any longer, the party will have to be postponed."

She smiled at him. "Pfft. As if you don't like to watch me primp in front of the mirror." She winked, "You'll like my dress for this evening, no back." She turned and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack as she called out, "Too bad we couldn't make it a clothing optional orgy tonight, huh?"

Vegeta slapped a hand to his face and groaned. "Woman! Behave yourself or I WILL keep you locked up here all night long!" he threatened. He ran his hand down his face and tried to wipe away the amused smile that pulled there. He couldn't help wondering what dress she might have picked out. He should've known, she and the other women had spent so many hours pouring over magazines and discussing what they intended to wear, but honestly he'd had no interest in their constant jabbering and had instead snuck out of the house with Tora and Trunks to spar every time he caught wind of such talk. He let his wife pick out what he was to wear and hadn't thought anything more about it. But he trusted her; Bulma had impeccable taste and he knew that whatever she chose would be just fine. "Hurry up! I might have to 'bother' you one last time before this party starts."