His Woman

A/N: The story is called ex-lovers (not ex-haters) for a reason.
Please humor me as I present some hopefully believable A/U-cannon fluff and lemon. In other words he may seem
a bit OOC here but we'll get to the "he's an asshole" portion soon enough (circa chapter 3-4). Hang onto your hats!

98 degrees.

An old rickety fan whispered onto wet mingled flesh.

Cicadas drowned in the outside heat as caramel melted on ivory canvas.

Restless satin sheets moved to the rhythm of instinct and passions when hot breaths feathered on her nape.

The temptress cooed his name.

"Vegeta…"

Her siren song was answered by deep, hard thrusts as he relentlessly mated and grinded.

They found themselves in her room like this every night after she saved him.

No questions asked, no affections spoken, no pride quartered. Just flesh speaking to flesh as they lost themselves in a timeless ritual.

But now in their second month, the two have grown considerably more comfortable. Things were changing between them: deep and fundamental things, and as their chemistry guaranteed his nightly presence there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Not that she actually wanted to.

Suddenly his rhythm made her tremble and as she arched and lost herself to waves and waves of pleasure he chuckled.

"Seven to none. I win again."

She caught her breath then pouted.

"No fair, you're cheating!"

He nipped at her shoulder then started thrusting again.

"Oh really? How?"

As his delicious assault continued, she clung onto dear life trying to find out how indeed the Saiyan prince would be cheating.

Damn it...

She would have thought of a comeback but she had nothing. Unlike any other man, Vegeta would stump her regularly in verbal confrontation. Doggedly persistent, brilliantly cunning, and a natural at arbitration she had come to find that despite his incredible strength he was more genius than brawn.

In other words, they were twins in spirit, and when it came to arguments they can go at it for hours. Much like other things.

As Vegeta started rubbing her that way again, the heiress sighed.

She lost and it hurt her pride a little, but then again losing to the prince always felt so damn good.

As the silence gave way to moans, Vegeta smirked.

"Thought so."

He gently stole her lips, slowing his pace as he gazed lazily into her eyes.

"You should learn not to challenge the Prince of Saiyans, little one."

She kissed back, as fire, affection and a bit of something else danced in her eyes.

"Sorry but I never back down from challenges, my prince."

He smirked, soundlessly muttering stubborn wench as he gently continued.

He wouldn't want her any other way and mused on how things came to be. For the first few weeks, he had coldly said this was nothing more than a quick fuck to which she agreed. To him, she was a physical release that he needed once in a while and to her he was a tasty piece of meat. To his surprise, he discovered she was no nonsense and appreciated the no strings attached arrangement, especially after her disastrous breakup with Yamcha.

But as time went on they started to experiment with wordplay, and he gradually became more gentle, more giving and more caring. Then a few weeks ago he started to come to terms with everything when she suddenly warned him how they were no longer a casual fuck.

Co-dependency tasted bitter to both of them but when an argument, a look or a smirk sent them careening back to bed they had no choice but to surrender to fact.

As they coupled until dawn, Bulma embraced the prince with a new sense of longing.

And when he softly whispered her name for the first time, she suddenly realized she never cared for a man the way she cared for Vegeta.

oOo

2 weeks later

"Smile!"

A horrendously bright flash blinded the Saiyan while Bulma posed in the photo booth.

"Woman, what the fuck was that? I thought you said this was harmless!"

Bulma chuckled, forgetting his super senses.

"Sorry Veggie, forgot you were super human."

The prince proudly growled.

"I am NOT human and stop calling me Veggie!"

Bulma giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing into his beautiful onyx eyes.

"What's wrong with Veggie?"

She drawled out the nickname, making his eye twitch.

"I think it's cute, just like you."

He was about to rant at the absolute indignity of a Saiyan prince being called "cute" when another blinding flash hit him.

"ARGH! WOMAAAAAN!"

Vegeta's mood was definitely going south as blue and purple spots dotted his vision. He snarled, about to unleash hell when petal soft lips drained all his rage.

She pulled back, pleased at his reaction then cooed.

"I'm sorry, my prince, you're absolutely right."

Bulma paused for affect, knowing the prince liked his ego petted. Then she sexily whispered.

"I should use proper words to describe the proud prince of Saiyans like…"

"Hellishly strong."

"Dangerously unforgiving."

"Fiendishly cruel and…"

She licked her lips, making him shiver.

"Endlessly punishing."

Another flash brightened the booth though this time Vegeta didn't give a damn.

She smiled, as she knew her naughty words turned him on. She fondled his now rock hard member and when he let out a small moan, she knew she literally had him in the palm of her hand.

Bulma Briefs 1, Vegeta 0.

Vegeta was lost to the haze of desire when he snapped out of it, nudging the female off him. He snarled, pride barely intact but when he looked into her eyes his words died on the tongue.

Formerly filled with innocent bubbly naiveté her endless azure pools were alit with flames that burned only for him. For weeks he didn't know what to make of it and avoided her, believing she bewitched him and kept him from his training.

But now that he knew better, he had come to grips with what had happened.

By binding herself to him she had freed him.

Freed him from his obsession with power.

Freed him from his hate-filled rivalry with Kakarrot.

And freed him from his past enslaved by Frieza's memory.

As the days went on, his focus became better, his training more efficient, and his sleep more sound.

Then, when his nightmares stopped altogether he realized he had been given a new life.

A life filled with good memories, relaxation, food, and…

"Bulma."

Bulma smiled at his deep sexy call but when she heard a click she turned.

"Oh here, let me cover the fla-"

Hands cupping her cheeks he cut her off with a kiss.

While the camera flashed and whirred he knew at this very moment she became his woman.

Yes…his woman as no other would ever do.

oO ~ 2 days later ~ Oo

"Hey mom, I'm home!"

Bulma set down the groceries as the scent of freshly baked cookies greeted her.

The gravity room was thrumming and whirling with life as the grumpy Saiyan declared he had "wasted enough time with pointless human activities".

Bulma giggled, thinking how one fairly pointless activity was enthusiastically pursued for an hour in the photo booth.

Suddenly Bunny chirped.

"Oh my, what's gotten you in such a good mood today? Is it Yamcha?"

As her mom teased out her ex's name, Bulma startled and immediately frowned. She wasn't sure how her mom would handle the news but it wasn't right to hide it any longer.

It's true she was nice to the surly Saiyan, but then again Bunny was nice to everyone. Just because her mom thought him a hard-working, handsome hunk, didn't mean she wanted him to knock up her only child.

That and she has NO idea what he did before he winded up on Earth.

Bulma sighed and reached for the glass of milk next to a plate of cookies. She gulped it down, trying to cool her nerves before she announced the news.

"Umm…mom I need to tell you something."

Upon hearing her tone, Bunny almost dropped her cookie pan.

"You and Yamcha are getting married!?"

Eyes bulging, Bulma spat and choked. She fisted her chest and coughed while furiously shaking her head.

"N..*cough*…no mom. I'm not with him anymore."

Bunny tilted her head in curiosity as Bulma looked at her then away, cheeks blushing in embarrassed.

"I'm with Vegeta."

Vegeta was in the middle of his kata when he heard a piercing scream. Training, androids, and Kakkarot forgotten he exploded out of the GR towards the house.

He gnashed his teeth, trying to ki sense when, to his horror, he could only feel the wildly fluctuating energy of Mrs. Briefs. Then it struck him: the androids were ki-less and there was every possibility the time line could shift. A chill ran up his spine. Someone had walked over his grave, but he cursed his cowardice and charged into action. Prophecy of death be damned, Vegeta was prepared to die to protect the Briefs.

He burst through the door, ripping it from its hinges as he searched for his woman and her mother. When another sharp scream split the silence, he turned around ready to attack. But what he saw froze his limbs.

Bulma, hands over her ears, had an ecstatic Bunny jumping up and down while hugging and kissing her. The prince was quite sure he had gone mad until he hear Bunny addressing her daughter.

"Oh I'm sorry if I scared you sweetie, but I dreamed of the day you two would be an item since I first saw him. I didn't want to influence you and Yamcha but I just saw so much chemistry between you and Prince Vegeta! OH I can just scream again! I knew you were meant for each other! Oh, just think how beautiful my grandchildren will be!"

Bunny was so giddy with joy she didn't even see Vegeta in her peripheral before she bounded to the kitchen, preparing a feast for her – hopefully - future son in law.

Just then Bulma noticed the torn apart door and saw the prince. As their gazes met, the heiress suddenly realized why he had stormed into the house and started laughing sheepishly.

"Sorry about that, she can be rather emotional."

Vegeta simply rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Crazy screaming females."

Bulma frowned at the comment as he turned towards the GR, but when she caught a glimps of the prince's profile she could hardly believe her eyes.

There, gracing the corners of his lips was a soft smile.

It took her a full minute to process that perhaps the prince was pleased with her mom's reaction and another to realize he didn't even complain about her mom's mentioning of grandkids.

Suddenly Bulma clasped her hands to her mouth and jumped up and down, holding back her own screams of joy.