I've been watching Dragon Ball Super religiously, so I've developed another obsession. Enjoy the outcomes of that obsession!

Vegeta & Bulma pairing of course, because they are the best couple!

His Other Side

"Bulma, I don't even know what you see in that jerk," Krillin said with an eyeroll as he lifted the tea glass to his lips.

Bulma calmly sipped her tea, "You don't know him like I do."

Yamcha scoffed, arms crossed, but said nothing. His bitterness very apparent on his scowling face.

"Woman!" Vegeta's voice reverberating off the walls of Capsule corp. Bulma sighed heavily, knowing that something had probably broken in the G.R. (gravity room for those who don't know).

"Speak of the devil," Krillin snorted, "Honestly Bulma, I don't know how you put up with prince asshole, you could do a lot better."

Bulma just shrugged and put her cup down, "You only know one side to him."

"I find it hard to believe that he is anything more than a jerk who pushed you around." Yamcha said as he watched Bulma stand.

"You can think whatever you want, but, like I said, you only know the one side to him. The side that's rough and cold." She said before walking in the direction of the G.R.

Vegeta was standing by the door arms crossed and sweat rolling off his forehead. The annoyance on his sharp features seeming to be the only emotion upon his face to anyone who didn't truly know him. But Bulma could see the underlying emotion in his eyes. Stress.

"You beckoned for me your majesty?" Bulma said teasingly.

"Tch," he scoffed, "The damn thing stopped working again!" He growled.

Bulma raised a shapely blue brow, "Well, I'll take a look at it when I finish tea."

"Look at it now so I can resume my training woman!" He snapped.

Bulma now crossed her arms, "I am not your servant Vegeta! I'm busy right now with my friends, now I'll look at it afterwards but not until then. And if your rude to me anymore today then I won't fix it for a week."

Vegeta a scoffed again and stormed off to the open window and flew out. She figured he was going to find some deserted area where he could take his frustration out. He hated it when the G.R. didn't work.

Bulma sighed and walked back to the deck where her friends were still seated. She took her seat and resumed sipping her tea.

"So, Krillin, how are things working with 18?" She asked, effectively preventing another session of, 'what could you possibly see in him?' Truly, it had gotten old and her friends should just accept her choice of husband.

After Krillin and Yamcha left, Bulma went to find Trunks. It wasn't hard to find him; Goten was here and their loud voices carried throughout the hall. Bulma poked her head into Trunks room and found that the boys were wrestling.

"Boys," Bulma said cheerfully, clapping her hands to get their attention.

"Hi, Miss Bulma." Goten said, smiling up at her with his wide, innocent eyes. Reminding her so much of his father and her late friend, Goku.

"Goten, it's getting late. I'm sure your mother will start to worry if you don't get home soon." She told him the wild haired boy.

"Okay, see you later Trunks!" Goten said as he ran off.

"Trunks, go get washed up for dinner." Bulma said.

"Okay," The lavender haired boy said, "Where'd dad go? He said he would train me a little before dinner."

"The G.R. broke and he left to go blow off some steam." She said, patting the top of his head.

Trunks' face fell but he didn't say anything. He was used to his dad's erratic behavior.

"He'll train you tomorrow. I'll see to it personally." His ever-doting mother told him with a dazzling smile.

Trunks walked into his bathroom to get cleaned up for dinner. Bulma left his room to go check what was for dinner. Her mother was the one who did the cooking, since, Bulma wasn't much of a cook and her mother didn't mind.

Vegeta did show up late for dinner; he'd never miss a meal. Vegeta was still scarfing down mountains of food by the time everyone else finished. Bulma and Trunks got up from the table, leaving Vegeta to finish his dinner.

"Okay, Trunks, you need to take a bath before bed." Bulma told her son as they walked to his room.

"Can I play for just a couple of minutes, mom?" He whined.

"No Trunks. Your tutor will be here tomorrow morning. And you and your father are going to train afterwards so you need a good night's sleep in preparation." Bulma told him.

Bulma sat on Trunks' bed as he went into his bathroom and bathed. She waited patiently for him to finish bathing so she could tuck him in. After a half an hour, Bulma called Trunks to get out. He was most likely just playing in the water.

Trunks walked out of his bathroom, steam billowing behind him. He climbed into his bed and crawled into the blankets.

Bulma pulled the covers up to his chin and kissed his forehead.

"Mom?" Trunks said before she stood.

"Yes Trunks?"

"Why don't Yamcha and Krillin like dad?" He asked.

Bulma's brow raised, "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Well, I heard them asking you why you liked him and they called him a jerk and stuff." He explained.

"Were you spying on us young man?" Bulma asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"No. Well, I didn't mean to hear it. Goten was thirsty and I was getting him something to drink." He said, hoping he wouldn't get in trouble for accidently hearing their conversation.

Bulma sighed, "It's alright. I'm not mad," she hated that he had heard them talking about Vegeta that way, "Trunks, there was a time where your dad… wasn't the guy he is now."

"I know. He used to work for Freiza and he killed people," Trunks said, "But, I don't get why they still don't like him. He's a good guy now."

Bulma thought, "Well, they don't understand your dad like we do. They only see his cold, distant side. They can't see his gentle, loving side."

"That makes sense. Dad told me that Yamcha doesn't like him because he stole you from him." Trunks said with a sly smile, one that strongly resembled his father's.

"Oh, he told you that?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah. He said that Yamcha's jealous." Trunks snickered.

"Hmm, well, I just need to have a little chat with your father for telling you such things. Now, go on to sleep." Bulma said before kissing his forehead again, "Goodnight Trunks."

"Night mom."

She shut the door and walked to her and Vegeta's room. He was already in there, showered and ready for bed. Dressed only in his black boxers.

"Vegeta, what have you been telling my son?" Bulma asked as she undressed.

"I tell the boy a lot of things." Vegeta told her with one of his thick brows raised.

"About Yamcha?" She clarified.

Vegeta snorted a laugh, "Oh, yeah."

Bulma slapped his muscled arm, "You stop. You always talk about Yamcha being jealous but whenever he's around, you seem to puff out your chest and become more handsy than usual. Are you sure you're not the jealous one?" She teased.

"Tch," he scoffed, "I won, why would I have to be jealous of that buffoon?"

Bulma smiled, "Everything is a competition for you."

"Yes. Life is a competition. And in this case, I won the prize and he lost. And now he has live the rest of his life knowing he is a miserable loser." Vegeta said in a somewhat superior tone.

"What if I told you that the only reason you won this prize was because you got her pregnant?" Bulma laugh as he turned and gave her a look.

"I won the first time we met. You couldn't keep your eyes off me." Vegeta said with a shit eating grin.

Bulma pulled her silk nightgown over her shoulders, "Yeah right, if my memory is correct, and it always is, you're the one who made the first move."

Vegeta looked her up and down, "I don't know why you bother putting anything on. You know it's just going to end up on the floor."

"Who said we're even doing it tonight? You know, some nights I need my beauty sleep, I can't satisfy your animalistic lust every night." Bulma ran her hand through her short hair.

He growled seductively, "You're just as bad as I am. Most nights you're the one begging me to soothe your uncontrollable urges."

"Uncontrollable urges? Are you kidding me?" Bulma asked as she climbed onto the bed, "I have to fight you off daily. You're the one who can barely control himself."

Vegeta's grin widened, showing his teeth, "Oh really?"

"Don't try to entice me, I'm going right to bed." Bulma said, crawling up to the headboard and pulling down the blankets.

"Oh, no you're not," Vegeta said as he grabbed her ankle and pulled her under him. He pressed his pelvis against her and held her wrists down against the bed.

She laughed, "No, no mister, not tonight."

Vegeta whined and pressed his erection into her, "But Bulma…." He rubbed his nose against her neck. He released her wrists and rubbed her sides with his hands.

Bulma laughed, "I have to get up early in the morning for work. I need a good night's sleep."

Vegeta groaned and moved his lips to the sensitive part under her ear, sucking and licking the skin and making Bulma's head spin.

"Vegeta, stop trying, —, oh right there, —, we can't — yes, yes there," Bulma moaned and sighed as he nibbled her neck and rubbed her body with his hands.

Vegeta slid the straps off her nightgown off her shoulder, his fingertips barely brushing against her heated skin. He moved from her collar bone and to between the valley of her large, ample breasts.

His thumb and forefinger pinched her hard nipples. Her hips rotated as he pulled and twisted the hard nubs. He took one into his mouth, his teeth teasing the sensitive nub. Her hands found their way into his spikey hair.

His mouth made a popping noise as he pulled away from her now wet nipple. He moved onto the other one, biting a little harder than he intended too.

"Ouch! Hey, easy there, bud," Bulma said, smacking the back of his head.

"Sorry," Vegeta mumbled before he gently licked the teeth marks around her light pink nipple in apology. She giggled and shivered, her hips thrusting upwards.

His lips barely brushed against her stomach as he moved down, slowly working her into a frenzy. She was gasping as his tongue swirled around her belly button and around her hips. Her hands were pulling at the roots of his hair.

Vegeta pulled the rest of her nightgown off. He could see her excitement glistening on the small patch of waxed hair just above her clit. He could also smell the sweetness that always made him dizzy. She giggled as she looked down at him; he was staring hungrily at her pussy.

"Are you just going to stare at it all night or —?" before she could finish he shoved his face into her center. She gasped at his suddenness.

Vegeta placed his hands on her inner thighs to keep her from clamping her legs down around his head. She was surprisingly strong for a human.

Bulma twisted her hand up into his hair, keeping him close to her heat. His teeth wrapped around her clit and teased the very sensitive bud. He knew exactly what to do to drive her insane.

"Oh Vegeta," Bulma moaned, her hips straining to pull him closer to her pussy, "Don't stop."

When he groaned Bulma gasped and jerked her body. Vegeta chuckled at her reaction, he loved driving her crazy.

"I-I'm so close!" Bulma moaned loudly, her hands pulling his hair hard.

He lifted his face away from her pussy just before she could come. Bulma huffed and glared at him as he made his way back up to her face.

"I hate it when you do that!" She whined.

Vegeta laughed, "Whoops." He pressed his lips against hers, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slid against her own; she could taste herself.

Vegeta kicked out of his black boxers and held his very prominent erection. Before he entered Bulma, he ran the head of his cock up and down her wet lips, coating it with her sweetness. Bulma opened her legs wider, silently begging him.

Gently he slid his cock past her lips, his eyes squeezed tightly as her heat encased him. He shuddered and groaned when he was fully inside her. Bulma was panting, her eyes half lidded as she watched his face.

His lip slightly trembled, eyes still closed as he enjoyed her. She could see the stress in his face melt away, she knew that when they were in the bedroom, he could let down his guard. Bulma smiled and gently raked her long fingernails up his back. He shuddered.

After a moment, he pulled back and thrust back into her. She gasped and gripped him by the shoulders, meeting his thrusts. Her moans were coming in short bursts as she felt her orgasm approaching.

His pace quickened, rising to his knees and holding her tightly by the waist. In this position, he could thrust deeper and keep a fast pace. Bulma gasped, on hand gripping the blanket and the other covering her mouth.

Vegeta moaned loudly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, "Ugh, Bulma, I'm gonna cum." He practically yelled.

Bulma pulled his lips to her by the back of his neck. She tried to be considerate of the other people in the house, he on the other hand didn't care. Or he just got caught up in the moment, she wasn't sure.

His arms slipped under her shoulders and head as he increased his speed, straining for his release. Bulma's fingernails were digging into her shoulder, her head thrown back as she tried to meet his incredibly fast pace.

Bulma squealed loudly as her orgasm hit her, Vegeta's came soon after, his head falling into Bulma's neck, moaning and calling her name loudly. He fell on top of her, his head tucked under her chin as they came down from their highs.

Bulma rubbed her hands up and down his sweaty back, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Vegeta sighed and rolled off, pulling her into his side. His eyes were closed as he started to fall asleep.

Bulma kissed his chin, "Good night Veggie," she teased.

"Hey, I told you I don't like that." He said, not opening his eyes.

Bulma laughed, "You said I could call you it when we were in the bedroom, Veggie."

"Mmm hmm, go to sleep, weren't you complaining about beauty sleep or something?" He snorted.

Bulma leaned up, her breast still pressing against his pecks, "So, what have you been so stressed about? You've been snappier than usual."

He opened his eyes and shrugged, "I'm not sure." Bulma could tell he was lying. She pinched his arm.

"Don't lie to me."

He sighed heavily, "Kakarot is returning."

"Why are you stressed about that? I mean, usually you'd be fired up because it's a chance to prove your better than he is."

Vegeta grumbled and shrugged, closing his eyes to try and foreign sleep.

"You won't feel any better unless you talk about it," She said, "You can talk to me Vegeta."

He sighed again, "Every damn chance I've gotten to prove I'm better than that buffoon he has always shown me up."

Bulma frowned, "Why is it so important for you to be a better fighter than he is?"

"You won't ever understand. You're just a human. I'm a Saiyan. I'm the prince of all Saiyans. He is nothing more than a low-level commoner, he should be bowing at me feet but instead he has bested me in every battle." His fists clenched tightly. Bulma frowned and put her hand over his.

"Vegeta, you're right, I won't ever understand you desire to fight," She kissed his forehead, "You've been training really hard every day, I'm sure, that this time, you'll be him."

He sighed, "Thank you."

She frowned, knowing that he didn't feel any better. But she wasn't sure how to ease the mental stress he felt. She did know how to relieve the other stresses though.

"Hey, roll over, I'll rub your shoulders." Bulma said, sitting up.

"It's fine Bulma, I'm fine." He said, peeking one eye at her.

"Roll over mister!" Bulma said as she shoved his arm, of course he wouldn't budge.

Vegeta opened both eyes, stared at her for a moment, then rolled over. He couldn't resist a shoulder rub, especially one he didn't have to beg for.