Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z.
Vegeta was sitting on his knees on the floor just watching her amazed by her beauty. Her blue hair, her blue eyes, her soft silky skin that felt like water under his rough hands, everything about was amazing but her looks were only part the reason he had fallen for her the other was her mind.
She was sleeping and he sat there watching her still unable to believe that she was his and for the first time he had found someone that loves him. He broke his glaze away from her face and looked at the feathers on her side of the bed draws, she believed they brought good luck; his hand went out to grab one.
His hand wrapped gently around a fluffy white one, he looked back at his mate sleeping soundly and he slowly brought the white feather up to her face slowly tracing the outline before bringing it to her lips. Slowly and gently he continued to trace her lips, tracing the curve of the lips he had kissed so many times before, he moved it to her cheek bones noticing how they had a pinkish ness to them.
Next he moved to her eyes slowly tracing over the eyebrows and eyelids before gently kissing them. He looked at the clock and noticed that she would be getting up very soon and even though he knew she loved him, he didn't want her to see how weak he was; he smiled at her and brushed his lips against hers so as not to wake her just yet.
She had started to wake and he was ready, he gently shook her, "Woman get up I want my food, woman get up now." And with that he got up and walked out the room ready to train before eating.
Bulma looked at the man leaving her, their room and she smiled. She always did love it when he would be tender, now she only hopes that he doesn't know she knows what he does.
Written by Jessica.