Alright guys! You have been warned. This short chapter is NOT for kids

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The Kings POV

The hot stream is incredibly soothing on my scarred skin. On the old wounds carved into my battle hardened flesh.

It's a feeling I could never get enough of.

With a long sigh and my eyes closed I massage washing lotions onto my skull as a touch causes me to turn around slightly.

"Sooo ... hon. Where do you plan to take us? You're not keeping secrets from your wife, do you?"

Swallowing hard I thank the water for washing away the sweat daring to form on my skin.

"Aren't you ... fond of surprises?"

"Not ... really. Most surprises lately revolved some monster trying to kill us."

"Do you fear I might harm you somehow?", I ask, seriously afraid of her response although I'd never say it out loud.

"Of course not, honey. I said monster. Since when are you a monster, love?"

"I ...", She has no idea how much of a beast I am. It's hard to keep this side, my inner demons a secret. It's so damn hard.

But Bulma understands. I see it in her eyes and her smile is full of love as she closes the gab between us and her velvet lips touch my forehead.

"You are not, honey."

And I can not help it. I kiss her lips, simply overwhelmed by her love. Just like so many times before I ask myself what I did to deserve her. And yet again I have no answer.

She's the best thing that ever happened in my life. My wife, my friend, my queen.

"I'll see soon enough where you want to take us.", she whispers against my lips.

"Remember, I trust you. And so does our son. And this will never change."

Her hands draw circles over my chest while she's kissing my lips ever so gently. Her touch is like an addiction.

I could never get enough of it. A

A small gasp escapes my throat as her hands slide down my stomach. Her lips draw a line to my ear and she slowly gnaws on it, making my skin crawl in exitement and anticipation.

I'm like wax in her hands.

Slowly she guides me against the nearest wall and I comply. I trust her.

I trust her with my soul and body.

"What do you want me to do honey ...?", her voice is so full of desire. The scent of her arousal is overwhelming, overpowering me.

I love it.

I love how she takes control over me although I posess a strenght she could never even try to grasp. Yet she easily matches my power in her own way.

She is perfect in every sense of the word.

"I want to throw you against the wall and give you a reason to call me a monster.", my voice is a rough growl and the scent of her arousal grows stronger and stronger as she moans into my ear.

The sound drives me crazy.

It drives me mad.

"This sounds perfect, love.", she purrs as her fingers finally reach for my manhood.

Grasping me ...

And I loose my grip on reality as she begins working her magic.

A deep groan escapes my throat and I don't give s a shit if anyone heard it.

I loose myself over the feeling of her touch. Give in to it.

"Come on honey ... let me hear it again ...", she purrs and quickens the pace of her delicate, yet strong strokes and again a sound of ecstacy escapes my lips.

Her tongue slides over my earlobe: "Want me to keep going honey? Or do you want me to use my mouth instead?"

God, she's so vulgar.

My face flushes red in embarassment. In shock. Because she doesn't wait for an answer. Just chuckles softly and loosens the grip on my dick-

I'm already missing her touch.

Granting me the time I need to regain my breath she draws a path of kisses, of gentle bites from my ear to my lips. Down my throat. Down my chest and my stomach. Taking more time the furter she goes to tease me. To drive me wild.

With a seducing smile.

As as her mouth finally reaches it's destination I throw my head back with a gasp. A shock runs through my body.

"Do you like that? I want you to feel good, my hero ...", her breath is caressing my flesh and ... what else can I do but nod? This is incredible.

"Bulma ...!", I gasp between clenched teeth and she uses more pressure with her tongue before her hot mouth surrounds me. Taking me in.

God ...

My eyes roll in the back of my head. I'd give everything I posess, all my powers to make this wonderful feeling last forever.

Knowing this is selfish.

Knowing I should make her feel good instead but ...

"Is this good honey?", she purrs onto my hot skin while kissing the sensitive tip of my flesh, causing me to moan aloud.

Shit ...!

I feel every muscle in my lower body twitch uncontrollably and my queen stops to stare at me with a knowing smile. Knowing I'm close.

So very close.

Seconds later she comes back to a stand. Gives me the chance to catch my breath and gnaws on my earlobe. The scent of her arousal is more powerful than my own strenght. The sound of her voice is so full of desire.

It drives me crazy.

"Come on ... make me call you a monster honey ... I want you ..."

And as she licks the edge of my ear I can't hold back anymore. My body moves by pure instinct and raw passion as I grab her beautifiul ass and lift her against the tiles.

The next moment both of us groan in wonderful extasy as our bodies become one. A perfect connection.

It feels like heaven.

Putting her legs around my waist her nails dig into my back as I start moving. Loosing herself in the rhytm of our lovemaking she throws her head back and instantly my lips attack her throat. Her soft gasps are the most beautiful sound.

I'm addicted to her.

"Say it ...", I growl against her shoulder. The feeling of her hot flesh is overwhelming. Overpowering my mind.

I close my eyes in extasy as she moans into my ear.

"I love you ...", again and again, spurring me on to go faster and faster. Three simple words that could make me commit every single sin in existence just to hear them. Three small words that can free my heart of pain and sorrow whenever I hear them. Feel them.

Because I love her too.

I love her so much.

Finally her grip on my shoulders tightens. Her moans become deeper and louder as she's getting closer and closer before Her body finally gives in to a powerful climax and she cries out my cursed name, making me fasten the pace for her to ride it out.

And only after making sure my queen is satisfyed I can allow myself to give in.

It's like a drug.

This feeling of bliss rolling through my body like a thunderstorm and I groan her beautiful name in extasy against her shoulder.

I could never get enough of her.

Of her love.

The Queens POV

"This ... was incredible ..."

Basking in this crazy wonderful afterglow I kiss his soft lips as if my life depends on it.

" Monster ...", I whisper into our kiss and his small laugher is a beautiful sound.

"Jackpot.", he chuckles and brushes his forehead against mine. His brown eyes are full of love and clouded with desire.

I could stsre into them forever.

" I missed you ..."

"So did I.", he whispers and finally breaks our wonderful connection with a small gasp. I'm already missing it.

As my feet touch the ground my legs are shaking so strong I fear I might fall to my knees.

God ... This was amazing.

Still breathing heavily he turns away from me to finish washing his hair. I can't help but looking at him. Admiring him.

His strong, perfectly shaped body. His scars ... secrets of a past life full of pain and terror he'd never completely reveal, not even to me. I admire the way he talks, he fights. His unbreakable pride and determination.

That he asked Enma to be brought back to earth to fight.

Back to us.

To me.

Words could never describe how happy I am to be able to look at him right now.

"Stop staring at my ass and get going, woman.", he suddenly interrupts me with a playful tone and I do as he says, but only after giving his butt a good smack.

This man is an addiction.

What did I do to deserve him?

Five minutes later we're back in our bedroom and I can't believe what I'm seeing. Without a word Vegeta puts on the swimming trunks I bought him and oh my god, he's really drop dead gorgeous.

And sheesh, they are almost as tight as his spandex shorts.

"Happy now, woman?"

I answer by kissing his lips.

Whatever is going on in that thick head of his, I can definitely get used to.

Thank god I bought a nice, sexy bikini with matching colors. I truly am a genius. There's even the word 'princess' etched on my right butt cheek.

Bingo!

"We look like movie stars, honey!"

"Hn."

After putting on our clothes we're ready to move, as he suddenly touches my shoulder, startling me.

"Bulma, get the phone."

"Huh?"

"Call Kakarott. He knows what's going on and will instant transmit."

"Wha ... Just what have you planned?"

"Wait and see, woman."

Just what is going on in that head of his. The Vegeta I know ... would never even consider calling Goku. To say I'm confused is an understatement.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"O ... of course I am, woman. Now hurry up. And stop asking questions."

Something is wrong. But I have no idea what. So what else can I do but taking out my phone and contact the Son's house?

"Hi Chi-Chi ...", I'll start but she interrupts me instantly with, "I'll send them to you."

Them?

"But ... if anything happens to my baby I'll ...", She never has the chance to finish the sentence because suddenly Vegeta snatches away my phone to cut the call.

"Stop pestering us.", he growls and I'm even more confused than before.

A gush of wind hits me and without warning Goku stands before me with Goten sitting on his shoulders. Both of them wearing Hawaiian shirts, shorts and strawhats.

"Yo guys! Ready?"

"Kakarott, I said swimming clothes! Not a fucking clowns costume!"

"Come on, Geet! We look absolutely ready to party! Can't wait to reach ...!

"Stop talking, fool! My family doesn't know where we're heading!"

"Oops!"

"Party?", I ask with wide eyes.

Just who is this guy and what did he do to my husband? Vegeta and party? That doesn't make sense!

"Uuuh ... Come on, Goten. We'll visit Trunks."

And they're gone. Dissapeared into thin air.

And so is my husband as I turn around.

The hell is going on?