This is an oneshot that was inspired by a certain chapter of my story, The 7 Year Gap. It dives deeper into a scene between Bulma and Vegeta that I originally left out because I didn't think it was necessary for the flow of the story, but is now being posted on its own. I did leave a little bit of the plot building up to the scene in order to build context, which may or may not serve as slight spoilers to those who have not been following the story (though I personally think this would more of an appetizer to new readers than a spoiler!).

This is rated M for the obvious fact that it's lemon. ;)

Thank you for everyone who offers feedback and support. I know I mentioned going into more detail with this chapter as a oneshot, and it was nearly a month ago. I went back and forth about it and finally decided to give this a go. I hope you aren't disappointed. I know this probably isn't the dirtiest lemon you can find on this site, but I enjoyed diving a little deeper into their actions than I did when in the original version, and I'm excited to share.

"Vegeta." Bulma breathed, dropping the hamper she had been holding.

Aside from the obvious help it was to Gohan and Chi-Chi, the housework Bulma had been doing all day had really taken her mind off the fight she'd had with Vegeta. In fact, she'd hardly thought of him at all as she scrubbed the floor on her hands and feet. The distraction of physical labor had done wonders on her own anger. And now she stood, directly across from the Prince of all Saiyans himself. Seeing him now, especially after a terrible scare of being alone, was nearly too much to take. "What are you doing here?"

He stepped further out from the trees. "I came to see when you were planning to return." He grumbled, dusting off his arms as he went.

This was the first time she was even seeing him in person since the date night they'd shared together. Despite how upset she had been with him that morning, she was now only glad that he was approaching her. Eyes widened, Bulma's lips seemed incapable of forming the words she was looking for. She had truly believed he would be spending another week (at least) in the Gravity Room before coming out to speak with her.

"Well?" Vegeta continued, a frown pursed across his lips. He stepped closer still, marked disapproval on his face. "Were you planning to drive your point home with an iron fist?"

"Vegeta," The Bluehead breathed again. She was about to smile – she felt as it threatened the muscles in her cheeks, but she refrained. She was truly glad to see him, but he was right. She needed to send her point home. Hands to her hips, Bulma turned her head to the side with mocked anger. "I'm surprised you even stopped training long enough to notice I left!"

Vegeta took a silent pause when she said this, looking her over in the moonlight as he crossed his arms. He raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smirk of his own. He knew she was faking it – that was as clear as water. If her terrible acting wasn't what gave it away, then it certainly was the calm of her own ki. "Where is the boy?"

"Well… Gohan is in the city." She dropped her defenses, putting a hand to her chin as she thought. "Trunks and Chi-Chi are both asleep. Honestly, we were going to head back as soon as Gohan got home."

"I see…" The Saiyan dropped his head back to look up at the sky. As if he were considering his options.

A moment later, and he moved closer to grab her arm. He pulled her away from the clothes line, giving a light tug to indicate that he wanted her to start walking. "Hey!" She resisted, trying to keep her voice down so it wouldn't wake the ones who were asleep inside. "Didn't you listen? Trunks is in there!"

"You said the boy is asleep. I want to show you something."

"Well, yeah, but what if he-"

"If he wakes, I'll sense it. That boy has a temper that borders your own, Woman. He'll be fighting the cushion he lays on when he realizes you aren't there with a meal."

"My temper? Oh, look who's talking!" But, nevertheless, her posture relaxed and she allowed him to guide her further away from the house. When they were a good distance away Vegeta turned, pulling her body into his own. She thought he was about to kiss her, but his hands wrapped around her waist instead.

"Ready." He muttered. It wasn't even a question.

"For what?"

He lifted her then, arranging her in his arms so he was carrying her bridal style. "Hold on."

Eyes wide, she quickly understood what was about to happen. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest just in time for him to take off. Neither of them exchanged words while they were airborne, but they weren't flying for very long. She still had her face nuzzled into him when the Saiyan's feet came back into contact with the Earth. She looked up curiously to see where they had gone. "Wow!" She gasped, jumping from his arms before he even had the chance to set her down.

Vegeta had taken her to the bank of Mt. Paozu's lake. There was a river which came to the end of a cliff, from which water steadily fell down into the lake below. Only the sound of the waterfall could be heard in the still of the night, the moon reflecting off the swirling surface. Full and round, Bulma looked up at the sky were her large eyes.

"I've never been here at night." She breathed, turning back to Vegeta. "It's amazing…"

He was watching her with that serious expression of his, as if lost in deep thought. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak. "You know, the full moon carries a great significance to my people."

"I know."

He continued eying her face, studying her soft features that paled under the moonlight. In a daze, he looked back up into the sky to take another look at the round sphere that was illuminating them so quietly.

It was only a moment later that he turned back to the Bluehead standing before him, thinking that they had some speaking to do. But it wasn't yet time for that… Not yet. Without a tail, Vegeta was no longer capable in changing form under the light of the moon. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't struck with strong instincts upon gazing up at the night sky, standing beside her, with her hand lightly gripping his arm…

"I'm happy you came!" Bulma was saying now, breaking Vegeta from his own thoughts. "You're allowed to take time to yourself, and I don't want to make you think you shouldn't… I'm glad you do… I just wish you would at least let me say hello to you once a day. That's all I need. I just don't want to go a day without seeing you…"

In response he grabbed her hand, looking it over carefully before sliding his fingers between her own. "Well in my defense, I do have something to confess." He growled, smirking. "I am a complete asshole."

Her eyes widened at this, but before she had a chance to respond he had taken her face into his hand. Running a finger down her cheek, he studied her glossy eyes and thought, once again, that her Blue orbs were the most intoxicating thing he had seen in all of his days of living. His hand was trailing over her shoulder now to clasp around her back, admiring the crevices of her torso. She took the initiative to close the gap between them with a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her chest against his own. Vegeta's hands were now traveling down the arch of her back before finding their way to the bottom of her shirt, giving it a slight tug.

"I'm a fool." He growled through their kiss. And in that moment he wasn't sure if he was referring to the mockery he'd made of himself during his drunkenness, or if he was referring to how he'd yelled at her earlier. She hadn't deserved it. Perhaps he was an idiot for both.

In response she broke the kiss, taking the opportunity to nuzzle her face into the arch of his neck."I'm glad you came," She whispered, as if that settled it all. This was the closest he'd ever get to actually going out and saying 'sorry'. This was his way of apology, and she appreciated it. He was still tugging at the hem of her shirt, and she stepped back to pull it off.

Clad in only her bra and pants, Vegeta looked her form up and down before pulling her into him again. She really did look amazing, especially in this moonlight. A hand went to her rear, and he began to guide her towards the water. Without speaking he removed his own shirt, tossing it in the soil below them. "I have a question for you." He growled, kicking off his shoes.

He didn't need to ask her. Bulma had already slid out of her pants, understanding fully that they were about to go for a swim. She turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "I should probably remove this too?" She asked, a finger sliding under the strap of her bra.

Vegeta responded with a smirk. "If I did it myself, I'd probably rip it."

"Well don't do that! This one's my favorite!"

He watched as she unclipped the back, tossing it onto their growing pile of worn clothes. They were both completely naked now, and he wrapped an arm around her bare waist. "I told you. I have a question." He hissed, pulling her into the water.

It was cold, but not uncomfortably. Bulma thought she'd get used to the temperature after a few minutes. She was taken by surprise when Vegeta pulled her deeper in, to the point that her feet were no longer able to touch the bottom of the lake. He protectively wrapped his arms around her, keeping her head above water as he swam them both out towards the stream that was dropping from the top of the cliff. "Woman. I have a question…"

She nuzzled into his chin now. He kept saying this. "What is it?" She finally replied.

"Have you ever been taken under a waterfall?"

"When would I have?" She lipped his jaw.

"Interesting… Good answer." With that he pulled her even further into the lake, and Bulma couldn't help but flinch eagerly as the first drops of water plummeted directly over her head. She let out a joyful little squeal, which served to make the saiyan smirk as the cold water rushed through his own spiked hair.

It hardly took any effort for Vegeta to keep both of their heads above water, having mastered the act of swimming long ago during one of his first purges under Frieza. The planet's entire surface had been covered in water, the inhabitants all living on the ocean floor with their webbed feet and stony homes. Vegeta, having been younger than Gohan at the time, had spent nearly two days swimming as he and his crew went after the toady creatures. It had been a pain in his ass at the time – but now, years later and after all of his experience, he hardly had to even move his toes in order to stay afloat. This made their moment even better, since he was able to focus all of his concentration on the woman in his arms rather than efforts to keep them both from going under.

"Are you cold?" He breathed, his voice taking on the husky tone that always came with lust. His lips were so close to her ear now, small bumps curling across Bulma's skin as his breath brushed against her cheek.

"I'm not." The Bluehead replied with a grin, running her nails down his back. She nudged her hips against his excitement, which had formed long ago and was now braising against her skin as he held her tight. The water was still running over their heads, which had now completely drenched them as she curled into him with a pleasant sigh.

"You lie." The saiyan replied, moving them through the waterfall and to its other side, placing her against the stone wall that lined the cliff above their heads. The water continued to rush around them, creating a loud barrier that enveloped them away from the rest of the wilderness. "You seem cold." His hand palming the goosebumps on her thigh.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Bulma teased, closing her eyes at the feel of his calloused hands. He trailed his fingers up to her chest, closing in on her protruding nipples and offering them a light pinch. "You sure feel cold."

"I'm not." The Bluehead sighed, bringing her own hands around to rub down Vegeta's toned front, her fingertips pressing into his lower navel and eliciting a low growl from his throat. Although the saiyan took his time in exploring Bulma's body, he didn't typically let her engage in much foreplay with him in return, usually cutting her off before she got too far. This time, however, she was surprised at how he reacted, tightening his grip around her breasts and letting her actions go uninterrupted.

"If you aren't cold, then this means something else." Vegeta smirked, massaging his thumb into the nub of her nipple while she continued her own exploration of his body. "Woman. You're so vulgar."

"I am." Bulma lowered her fingertips even further, tracking down his pleasure trail before stopping at his base. "I don't think I'm the only one…"

Her breasts were suddenly abandoned, Vegeta's hands dropping into the water so he could focus on the lower half of her body without offering a verbal reply. Bulma could feel as his fingertips protruded against her core, and she bit her lip to keep from rocking with encouragement. Her nails pressed into his skin, lightly lined with short hair that seemed to massage her fingerprints as she beckoned her touch towards his excitement.

Slowly. Teasing.

Her actions seemed to be working, for Vegeta let out a deep groan, his own hand cupped over her core. "So vulgar." He repeated, a finger sliding through her entrance as his palm worked to massage her sensitive bundle of nerves. Upon feeling the inside he let out another groan, moving his mouth against her ear once more so she could her his whisper. "You aren't just dirty – you're sopping wet."

"We're in the water." The Bluehead grinned coyly, her fingers finally wrapping around his erection and giving it a firm squeeze.

Gritting his teeth Vegeta bucked against her hand, sliding another finger inside her body. "Water isn't this wet, you naughty little Earth creature." His fingers twisted inside, curling up to hit the most sensitive spot she could imagine and causing her to moan out. She responded by giving him a single tug, which ended with her fingers pressing against the tip of his swollen member. The saiyan clamped his eyes shut, fighting back the urge to yell out a curse, and retaliated by grabbing one of her breasts with his free hand.

It was then that Bulma began a stroking rhythm, riding her hand all the way down to his absolute base before dragging her palm up to his tip once more, jerking his body with a slow and steady pace. Vegeta had never allowed her to get this far in their foreplay before – he had always slammed into her by the time she'd gotten to this act – but now he seemed to be completely lost in the moment of it, his hand softening inside her core and even bringing it out so he could grip her other breast.

He always gave her plenty attention of his own, but never would he allow her to return it in this way. The Bluehead never could tell if it was some type of cultural aspect for him – perhaps it wasn't considered dignifying for a saiyan male to be given such treatment? Or was it just Vegeta's personality to not want such attention put on his own body? Whatever the case was, he was letting her do it now, and she intended to take as much advantage of it as she could before he decided to seal their act. She offered his dick another squeeze with her last stroke, pushing herself out from the stone cliff wall and stepping against him so her chest could press into his own.

"I'll show you how much I am capable of." She said, giving him a push to indicate that she wanted them to switch positions. He obliged, stepping around so that he was now the one leaning against the stone, and she gave his body a look over. It was lucky that they had managed to find a ledge to stand on, for she wasn't sure if she'd be able to enjoy this as much if she were having to put concentration towards staying afloat in the water. But her feet were touching surface, and she could approach his torso with utmost confidence as she pressed her face against his chest and let his scent in.

The saiyan's mouth was pursed, and she wasn't sure if it was because he was stifling a reaction, or if it was because he didn't want to admit how much he was enjoying letting her take control. She ran her hand across his navel, looking up at his face from his chest and lowering her head further down. "You haven't seen half of what I can do," She teased, and she could see his throat lurch as he most obviously swallowed down a gulp, his hands racing to her shoulders with eager curiosity.

Sex was so straight forward, wasn't it? Two creatures filling each other with their assigned body parts, offering pleasure just as intensely as they received it to satisfy their biological cravings. What could she be hinting at other than what they'd already taken part in? She spoke with such confidence that Vegeta's mind could only begin to race, thinking that perhaps he had underestimated the creativity of Earth customs.

He had just closed his eyes with anticipation, when he felt it.

"LsiÖthµshlœ!" He croaked in an accent that was entirely too foreign to have been from an Earth language, and Bulma fought back a grin of her own smugness as she took his member in. Her tongue was running along his shaft, having just circled around his tip affectionately before she sank deeper against his body. She'd had to put her head in the water in order to take him in, but she could still hear his reaction from above. Holding her breath, she took in as much of him as she could manage before triggering her gag reflex, and she grinned at how stiff his hips felt in reaction. She began to ease her mouth back off his member, lips curled tightly around it as he grunted something else above.

He let go of her shoulders, too worried that he'd crack a bone from how hard he wanted to grip them. He wanted nothing more than to thrust inside the humid warmth of her mouth, and that was enough to steer him away. He couldn't trust himself not to lose control and hurt her! Vegeta pulled back, pushing her off of him, breathing so hard that he nearly choked. Bulma rose back to her feet, wiping water from her eyes before looking up at him curiously – perhaps she'd misconstrued his exclamation as one of pleasure? Was something wrong?

"What the hell was that?" The saiyan gasped, his chest glistening with more than just residual water. If he had said it in any other way Bulma would have been offended, but he sounded so delightfully surprised that it only made her smile.

"Don't underestimate me." She wrapped her hand around his erection threateningly. "I've got more…"

"I know." Vegeta replied, and this was exactly why he needed to cut her off. She was going to overwhelm his instincts with her actions, and he needed to stay in control. He grabbed her hips and swung her around so her back was against the stone wall once more. "I can't believe how naughty this Earth woman really is…"

He took no hesitation in thrusting into her, and she threw her head back with a cry when he did. He was thick enough that her body hadn't been made for it, and no matter how often they'd been engaging lately it always required an adjustment. His hands moved up to clasp her cheeks as he began his rhythm, eyes locked into her own as her body writhed against his.

It seemed that each time they found each other's body he would touch her with more tenderness, look at her with more raw fire, handle her with more expertise. He moved against her now with such a steady and firm pace – not too slow, nor too hard – and it only acted to send her into space with such quick efficiency. It seemed that with each encounter he understood more about her – what made her moan and what type of speed she enjoyed. And now he was looking at her, cupping her face, thrusting into her with such confident determination that made her stomach well and rendered her incapable of words.

She remembered the last time they'd done it, and it was then that he'd spoken three words to her that she'd been wanting to hear for so long. She knew he had been drunk then, and she knew that it wasn't like him to repeat himself, but she also knew what he'd said had been true.

There was no denying it – the absolute care in his pupils as he stared into her face now, wordlessly breathing as his own climax approached. She closed her eyes at the feel of his tongue against her collarbone, arms wrapped protectively around her form as he began to pump against her with a more quickened pace.

He was filling her with every part of him, the spark dripping from his callouses as his hands ran down to her hips and began to pull her closer against his own. The frustration he'd been fighting with among all that their family had been going through in recent weeks. The pain he always seemed to struggle with when he was pulled between his ego and his emotions. The unspoken vows they'd made to each other long ago, which they had both stood by when the other needed it the most. She had been there to hold him accountable when he'd been at his worst, and he had been there to hold on when she had lost all hope.

It didn't matter if he never said it again, for as he groaned against her hair and emptied his lust inside her petite form, she knew it was true.

He loved her.

Bulma let out a cry of her own, taken over the edge not only by her thoughts but also by the feel of his member lurching inside. The waterfall was still streaming around them, offering a blanket of muffle that ensured not even a passing dear would hear her calls as she trembled into him. His hands were now curling around her face once more, his weakening erection still lightly thrusting into her as he allowed her to ride out her pleasure.

Gasping and panting as she rocked against him, she nearly let out a sob from the intense emotion overcoming her body as she came. Vegeta seemed to sense this, for he planted a firm kiss on her forehead, his own breaths still steadying back to normal. She opened her eyes to see that he was still looking at her in that way, his rough thumb caressing her cheek, and she smiled.

Perhaps his own mind was running with similar thoughts, for he didn't say much else to her in the moments after their bond. He took her hand to guide her back into the waterfall, offering her a quick shower as he held her protectively. Running a hand through each others hair, as if to wash away the guilt so nobody would notice when they returned, the Bluehead couldn't help but lay a head on his shoulder as he carried her back to the shore.

She really was glad he came...

.

They had been in the lake for nearly an hour by the time Bulma found herself stepping back onto the shore. She ran a hand through her sopping wet hair, feeling a chill as the wind hit her in the shoulders. "I need to dry off before we head back, otherwise it'll look suspicious. Can you help me start a fire?"

Vegeta was walking right behind her as they went. "Perhaps," He said, stepping out from the lake. "But there is something that might work better." Her put an arm around her shoulder, lifting his other hand into the air. She listened, as a soft sound began to slowly hum around them. A moment later, and she could swear that she saw a golden hue forming around them. Her eyes widened, and she looked up to see that they had been encapsulated in some type of giant orb, heat radiating around them. She remembered the golden energy that would surround anyone who had become Super, and she wondered if perhaps this what was it was like. She turned as if to confirm, and was surprised to see that Vegeta's hair was still showing black. He had his eyes closed with marked concentration, but otherwise seemed completely unperturbed, his breaths calm and his muscles relaxed.

Her instinct was to squeeze her fingers around his arm. But she fought the urge to do this, thinking it might break his focus.

How Amazing…

A moment later, and the two of them were completely dry. She listened as the humming noise died down, and the golden hue around them began to dissipate. "How did I not know this about you?" She whispered, turning to look at him with awe.

"There's plenty about me you are unaware of. With all you know, you've hardly even scratched the surface."

Her eyes lit up when he said this, and on her face she began to sport the most childlike and innocent smile he'd ever seen her make. "I love it!" She breathed, absolute joy and admiration in her eyes. "I love everything I learn about you!"

Love…

He felt a pang then, instantly reminded of the profession he had made to her the last time they'd been so close. He wondered if she remembered it – but then, he thought, of course she would. Bulma remembered everything. Yet she hadn't mentioned it at all. In fact, she hadn't even acknowledged that it had happened. As if she hadn't heard. As it had simply gone in one ear, and out the other…

He remembered, years earlier, when she had confessed her own feelings of love to him. In fact, she had told him this in such an early stage of their relations that she hadn't even been gestating with Trunks yet. He hadn't handled it well at all. And that was before their ship had even been built well enough to sink. Before all of the turmoil between them really started. The last time she told him this he had abandoned her for his journey into space. And she hadn't mentioned it since.

Did she still feel that way, after all of this time? After everything they'd both done?

"He's awake." Vegeta said suddenly, putting an end to their quiet moment alone. "And Kakarot's son is approaching. We need to go back."

I hope you enjoyed this little "oneshot"! Please let me know what you think! TheOriginalEnforcer once said that reviews are an author's favorite method of payment, and I couldn't agree more!