WARNING: This chapter contains a graphic lemon. Any who are uncomfortable with that kind of thing, feel free not to read the second half.
This is a long time coming, so please enjoy.
"Are you nervous, Vegeta?"
The pressed and groom prince scowled as he stood on the altar. "…are you joking with me? What in the world do I have to be nervous about?"
"Well, c'mon. It is your wedding day. You and Bulma definitely can't beat around the bush anymore."
"…your point?"
"Nothing, really, I'm just happy for you guys. And I speak for a lot of us when I say I hope this has changed your perspective of Earth, that there are people here that care about you more than you think."
Vegeta wanted the conversation to end as soon as Goku opened his mouth. It was enough he had to stand in front of all these people, reading their faces and judging the stares they gave him, he also had Earth's biggest half-wit in his ear trying to give him a last minute pep talk. It honestly wasn't needed and he all but wished Goku would back off and stay in his place.
"Is this supposed to assure me that I have your blessing? Is this supposed to make me feel better?"
"Well, not really. It's more to remind you that Bulma's on the top of that list. And she's one of my best friends, so be careful with her."
Vegeta broke his absentminded stare and narrowed his eyes as he looked up at Goku. Was that…was that supposed to be a threat? Some kind of warning? He was about to more than speak his mind when he noticed Goku was no longer paying attention to him. Nobody was, actually. He followed the Saiyan's gaze to the middle of the aisle to see what he missed.
Somewhere along their conversation, Trunks and Maron already followed their cues, the bridesmaids already settled in their places, and the bride of the moment began her walk down the aisle with her father's arm in tow.
In a barely audible tone, Vegeta felt the words everyone else repeated escape from his lips.
"Bulma…"
She was about to marry Vegeta…
Her steps were carefully calculated. She tried to fight it, but the grip on her father's arm grew tighter and tighter. There was no more denying it anymore. She was about to be Vegeta's wife. Lawfully. She could finally say that in casual conversation and not feel like she was lying to herself. She was soon going to have the official proof of today's union adorned on her left hand. The weight of today's events and whatever words Vegeta was about to utter would soon bear down on that hand for hopefully the rest of her life.
Was she excited? Absolutely.
Was she scared as shit? A little bit, yeah.
There were two very different ways the rest of these events could play out. She could let go of her father's hand and run to Vegeta, and gladly say "I do," to Master Roshi's rehearsed vows. She could smile as Vegeta did the same and give her that look that was only familiar to her. She could tell every single witness in the crowd why she loved this bastard so much, and everyone would be accepting as they watched their closing kiss and throw very expensive flowers down their path in congratulations.
Or, Vegeta could be…well, Vegeta and stay as still as marble with dead eyes and let not one vow go answered. He could decide right in the middle of the ceremony that this wasn't for him anymore, and he made a horrible mistake. He could walk out, or fly away, or take back the ring and decide this life was not what his Saiyan heart was after. Did all of this seem childish to him? Did he feel humiliated standing up there like that? Why wasn't all this damn self-consciousness with her half an hour ago?
She didn't realize where her wild-running thoughts took her until her father tapped on her arm and she was sucked back into reality.
"Um, honey…?"
"Hm? Dad?"
"We're here, sweet pea."
And as she looked forward, she saw Vegeta only a few inches away, with signature frown and all. Oh no. Bulma's chest suddenly grew hollow and her throat felt like it was about to implode in on itself. She saw his hands that were clenching into fists before now fold against his chest, and he stood like stone. He was looking at her, but there was the feeling he wasn't looking at her. What was he thinking?
Master Roshi chiseled his way through the awkwardness with a laugh and straightened his bowtie. Once Chi Chi audibly hacked a cough in the background, he figured that was his cue and began with the ceremony.
"Uh, Mr. Briefs, if you would so honorably give the bride away…"
It was then Mr. Briefs nodded and turned to Bulma, patting her hand that was loosening on his arm. "You look beautiful, sweet pea. Go on ahead."
Bulma smiled at her father and bent down for a quick peck on his scruffy cheek, but as she lifted, she saw Vegeta's hand shoved in her view, palm facing up and flexing for her hand. She looked up in surprise to be met with her fiancé's face, clearing fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
"Now, woman, it's time."
She sucked her teeth at the long-lasting nickname, but obliged and took his hand to step on the altar. It was that moment where the dream finally faded. She wasn't imagining it anymore: she was staring Vegeta dead in the eye, about to marry him, and she had no idea how this was about to play out.
"Friends and family," Master Roshi began, "I've done one of these things a while ago, and honestly I cannot figure out why you'd want me to do another one! But, Bulma here is a long time, dear old friend, a pretty little tough cookie, and frankly, her fiancé makes me nervous. But we're here despite that, to witness these two tie the proverbial knot, and to assure ourselves that we don't need to check our eyes—that we're not all drunk-this thing is really happenin—
"STICK TO THE SCRIPT, OLD MAN," Chi Chi growled from the other end of the altar. She planned this wedding perfectly and would be damned if anyone twisted up the tiniest detail. Roshi jumped a little and adjusted his glasses, then with pulling a tiny booklet out of his robes, he cleared his throat to begin again.
"Um, alright, so anyways! We gather here today to witness the union of Bulma Briefs and Vegeta, uhh, the Prince of Saiyans. If there is anyone here that has just cause as to why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Bulma refused to move her eyes, but noticed how Vegeta did a quick scan of the room. But amongst the silent stares, Yamcha scratching his nose and her mother giving them the "ok" signal, no one spoke an objection. Thank heavens, she sighed.
"Now," Master Roshi picked back up, "before we continue, are there any personal vows the bride and groom would like to share with each other?"
"No," Vegeta was quick to answer. There were humming murmurs in the crowd, but he didn't let that phase him.
"Ah-yyuuh…are you sure about that?"
"Ye—
"Actually," Bulma was now the one to interrupt. With a casual smile she ignored Vegeta's perplexed look and turned to the crowd. "You guys can tune this out if you want," and she turned back to her husband-to-be, "but there's something I need to say to you. So listen up, got that?"
Vegeta shifted uncomfortably as she started to tug at the end of his tux. With a deep breath, she continued.
"Look, it doesn't interest me who you were or how you came to be here. I'm a woman with intelligence no one can rival and a woman with a hell of a lot of fire inside her. Some wise, dead guy said this before me, but," and she reached into her bouquet to read from a tiny wad of paper: "It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring with your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you've been finally opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it." And with ending the quote, she looked back up to the man in front of her. "I want to know if you can be with joy, Vegeta, if you can forget about the limitations of me being human or where you were chosen to begin your life, and chose to stand with me—knowing that making that choice doesn't mean to show weakness. …I want to know if you can live with failure, if you can prove to me what a man you are and if you can get up, after a night of grief and loss, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to protect your son, and to protect this family that sees you as their prince…more than anyone else on this planet."
She let out one last sigh as the last of her words came out more subdued and sure. "So, it doesn't interest me who you were or how you came to be here. I just want to know if you will stand alone in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back..."
Vegeta's hard features finally cracked, and even though a frown sunk deeper into his face, Bulma could spot the difference. His brows were crinkled and his eyes kept moving from her eyes to her hands, unsure of what to do next. That last sigh released every single suppressed fear Bulma's had for years, and finally, on this day, she had nothing else to hold back.
Was he going to be man enough to answer her? To promise her the life she wants and do what she knows he wants to?
Master Roshi answered her instead.
"Well, that was very beautiful, Bulma," and he turned to Vegeta. "Does the groom have anything else to add?"
"I…I do not," was all Vegeta could say.
"Very well then, champ. Do you, Vegeta, take Bulma as your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? For rich or for poor? 'Till death do you part?"
Bulma remembered when she thought this day could go two different ways. When she could be left in tears for two completely different reasons after stepping off of this alter. This moment, and his next few words would finally paint that picture.
Vegeta kept his eyes sunken in, but noticed how Bulma's hands were still gripping against his tux. They were shaking, slightly… Slowly he took his hands and placed them over hers, letting his words escape with no filter.
"I do."
"Oh, thank Kami," Chi Chi's whispered sigh could be heard by all who were standing on the alter. Bulma wanted to give a quick glare, but couldn't move her gaze off of Vegeta's hands holding her own. Eventually he tugged her hands free and placed his arms back to his side, but that move didn't fool her at all. Vegeta finally…actually said it. He said "I do…" I know this is pretty late in the game here, but he actually does want to marry me. Holy crap.
"And Bulma, do you take Vegeta as your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? Fore rich or for poor? 'Till death do you part?"
"Of course I do," Bulma couldn't help it. She had to crack a smile.
It is now the time where I ask for the rings."
That was the young prince-in-training's cue to step forth. Trunks shot his head up, surprisingly alert to the last half of his mother's speech, and walked briskly in between the two to hand them their rings. Once Vegeta took the last one, something inside Trunks shifted and he turned to his mom with a quick twist of his heel.
"You know, mom," he almost whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear, "you do look really pretty today. Good job."
Who would have thought that to be the moment Bulma were to shed tears? When her adolescent, cocky, hard-shell of a son would call her beautiful? She smiled with such warmth and bent to run a loving hand across his head.
"Thank you, Trunks. You can go on ahead now."
Trunks nodded and quickly flew back to his position, barely giving his dad a look, which admittedly puzzled the Saiyan prince. Before he could turn to look at his son, Master Roshi began again.
"Alright now, these rings will be a symbol of your lawful union. So as you take your beloved's hand, adorn it onto their fingers and repeat: with this ring, I thee wed. Bulma? We'll start with you."
Bulma bit her lip but did as instructed and quickly placed a ring on Vegeta's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."
Throughout all of this, everything had been silent, not even a bird sung its usual melodies in the sky. The wind barely brushed them, the trees took root and kept their leaves still, and everyone's heart seemed to hitch in their chest. Vegeta took Bulma's hand with no ushering from Roshi and slid the diamond-encrusted beauty on her finger.
"With this ring," he stated sternly, adamantly, "I thee wed."
…and he kissed her with everything he wanted to give.
No one expected it. No one could stop it, either.
Within mere seconds of echoing the final vow, Vegeta tugged her hand and pinched her waist, forcing her to arch against him, and beckoned for her lips. The gasps of the crowd were not the gasps he wanted to hear, sadly. But he was getting better at ignoring them, and kept his attention on the ivory-laced woman in his arms. He trapped her lower lip between his own and continued to take her in, barely hearing the words from the old man behind him.
"Uhh…" Master Roshi was at a loss and looked over to Chi Chi for support, but even she had no words for the moment as she just looked on, jaw unhinged. He began anyway. "I guess this is the part now where I say, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride. But you're already doing it so…Mazel tov!"
Everyone assumed that was cue for applause, and gleefully clapped for the newly married pair showing them all just how much they cared about each other, and just how little they cared for everything else. After the initial shock of Vegeta's grip, Bulma bunch heaps of his collar into her fists and kissed him back. She wanted to keep it as graceful as she could, especially with their son amongst the crowd, but the dizzying heights of his touch and all that just happened were going to be hard to come down from.
With a few more seconds passing, Vegeta broke their seal and spoke against her lips.
"There. Are we done now?"
Bulma stifled a snort. "Yes, yes we're done."
"Good. Now then, as your husband, I demand we get out of here."
The idea of Vegeta falling in love with Bulma should have been doomed from the start. It was laughable. Inconceivable, even, for the prince of all Saiyans to even muster up an ounce of sympathy for a human woman. There were more difficult things to fathom in the universe than why he fell in love with someone. There were still enemies out there possibly waiting for their revenge. He still felt the burden of his annihilated home planet every day. He still fought with everything he had to supersede Goku in strength, and yet here he was, sitting by the water's edge of some random beach resort, wondering what made him lower his defenses enough to feel…such a fondness for a woman, for anything as much as he did her and his son. Never would he have thought he'd have the luxury of resting his head against the cool earth of a planet he was meant to destroy, and mull over one of its inhabitants that drove him insane.
Bulma appeared behind him before he could finish his thoughts. "Whatcha doing out here, Vegeta?"
He turned to reply, and immediately noticed her change in clothing. Her wedding gown—or what little of a gown it was—was removed to show the tiniest of satin undergarments. The thin lace that would strap around her shoulders kept falling on one side, and her legs crossed over each other to reveal the glistening slope of her thighs that protruded right under the hem of her gown. He knew that look she was giving him; it was a look that got him in bed with her many times before.
But unlike those many times before, this one was intended to mean something.
He spoke, not really thinking about her question. "You're lucky no one else is here to see you exposed like that."
Her brow raised and she curved her lips in amusement. "What? Don't want another man to see your wife showing off her perfect figure?"
His mouth pursed in a tight line and he turned back around to face the ocean. "Hmph, that's your delusion."
She exaggerated a sigh and sat down next to her stubborn husband. "Oh, don't go being a stick in the mud now of all times. The hard part is over. Now, it's just the two of us, so don't go turning into an asshole on me!"
He felt the need to tease her for some reason. "You're right, I suppose. The hard part is over. So I guess there's nothing for me to do anymore," and to further his point, he stretched his arms behind his head and fell back into the sand.
Bulma glared and slapped his chest. "What the hell, Vegeta? That's not what I meant!"
"Then what did you mean?" he questioned with mock innocence.
"You know what I meant!"
"Nope. I have not a clue, woman."
She wanted to explode but decided to play his own game and call his bluff. Giving him one last glare, she sucked in a breath and rose from her spot next to him.
"Fine then. Not a problem. I guess I'll just go inside and watch TV. I guess that'll be the only thing getting turned on this damned honeymoon!" And she crossed her arms and began to walk away, and to that Vegeta not opening his eyes once. Every few steps she stopped to watch his reaction, but once she reached halfway back to the house she couldn't stand his apathy and ran back to his side.
"Damn it, Vegeta!" and she kicked sand near his face as if she were a five year old throwing a tantrum.
He finally sat up at that and calmly brushed the sand off his face and chest.
"Stop being such a tease!" she yelled again.
He stood up then to look her in the eye. "Oh really? I'm teasing you?"
"Uh, duh!"
His stance relaxed as he stood up and dug his hands in his pockets. "Is it working?"
She rolled her eyes, not wanting to admit defeat, but knowing she wore that unbelievably tiny night gown for a reason. "Yeah, kinda."
He leaned forward then, reducing the space between them by just a breath away and looked deep into her eyes.
"…Good." And with that, walking away.
Bulma knew very well what he was doing, and even though she didn't want to play this game—again—she couldn't deny one very simple fact.
She wanted him. Damn it all.
She finally stomped her foot and yelled after the arrogant bastard she could officially call her husband.
"Vegeta!" she cried, "You get back here right this instant and have sex with me!"
Vegeta paused for the briefest of instants before walking back toward her. Once again, they were only a breath away from each other before he spoke again.
"Well…" he said with a lazy shrug, "if you insist," and without warning he ducked and lifted her up and over his shoulder without care and flew to the door to their bedroom.
"Let me explain something to you…"
They were right at the foot of the canopy shaped bed, just enough light coming through from the moon and the outside candles to dance across their faces. Vegeta's own visage was tight, concentrated, and his eyes smoldered on the thighs he had in his hands. While she stood, he was knelt in front of her, and his palms snaked around her legs to peak under her gown and land on the delicate fabric of her panties. Bulma's grip on his shoulders tightened in anticipation.
"What's that?" she questioned.
His thumb surged against her heat without warning and his voice grew a bit more feral. He pressed his lips against her inner thigh and let his hot breath graze her skin.
"I don't know how deep these fears lie that you were trying to convey earlier," and he made it his right to tug the lacy fabric down, growing too impatient and tossing her on the bed once her legs were free. "But let me assure you that I'm not running away." And he looked at her—truly looked at her. He didn't need to memorize her curves or the pulsating of her chest—he knew all of that by heart. What he wanted to see was her heart, her intention. As painfully simple and weak as it made him seem, he had to look into her eyes and see that she was looking back at him. Truly looking back at him. And knowing that she loved what she saw. "I am going to take you at this very spot and make you wish you thought twice about accepting the love of a Saiyan prince." And the hand that had her neck against the mattress moved its fingers to press at her nape, and his thumb dragged across her parted lips; he loved seeing them open for him, her sharp intakes of breath fueling the blood to his aching limbs.
She wanted to bite that finger. "Not a chance, your highness. I don't do regrets, so you'll be waiting for that wish for a long, long time."
The closest thing resembling a smile adorned his face. "Well, this will be interesting then."
"If you hold back, I'll kill you."
His hand cupped the beginning of her neck, tightening around it as leaned in to be only a breath apart. "Hm," he quipped, "I love how you think that's a possibility."
He finally took her in. He kissed her as if his tongue was trying to steal every precious breath from her lungs. His drawn lips barred into hers too quickly for Bulma to prepare herself, even though they've been in this position countless of times before. But this time Vegeta was hungry. There kiss only lasted a few more fleeting seconds before Vegeta made his intentions very clear.
This was going to be the time no expense was spared. No one else was here, no one else could take this moment away. Too many times he only needed the satisfaction of his own release to call it a day. But tonight…he needed to feel her squirm and the friction of her thighs pressing against him. He wanted to taste. He wanted the satisfaction of knowing that he was the reason she was about to touch the stars. He crawled down the bed to meet her awaiting warmth, and his hands tightened around the flesh of her thighs, pulling them quickly apart and sinking his face between them. Then he looked at her, wanting her to see only him when he dove down to pleasure her center.
She licked her lips awaiting the feel of his tongue. He really did waste no time. By the heavens, was she wetting over just the thought of what the next few minutes would bring.
She loved him and she loved the things he did to her.
He started with his thumb. Slowly he parted her lips and pursed his mouth tight. With a small inhale, he blew a soft, concentrated breath into her, tickling her clit and granting a high, gaspy shriek from Bulma. Then, with a quick turn of his neck he meshed his lips against her right thigh again, practically gnawing at her as quick kisses and cushioned bites began decorating her skin. His fingers provided backup as he pressed against her and kept pushing her legs closer up. His tongue paved over to the other side, and within seconds he began excavating her.
She was warm. She tasted like tropical fruit mixed with the musk of pure sex. It was tauntingly appetizing. The first time he had her this never even had crossed his mind. But now that he was divulging himself, he had to admit he was excited. Tasting her pussy was like allowing him the taste of a rare nectar that no one else could lay hands on but him. She was pink and soft, and responded to whatever he did to her. He loved that she wasn't submissive. He would never tell her that, but he loved it nonetheless. She moved whenever she touched him. Whenever his hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her closer, she coiled her fingers through his hair and pushed him deeper into her. Whenever his tongue seared its mark and twitched against her clit only to take it into his mouth and suck her dry, she's wear one of those open-mouthed smiles and would compose a sweet symphony of gasps and throaty grunts to further him on. Whenever he'd pair his fingers together and insert quick juts into her vagina, her legs would quake and he swore would move with him, not against him, rising off the bed and making him overindulge in her sweet juices. She answered him perfectly every time. The game they once played was now a feral, erotic dance and he loved it. He continued thrusting inside her for a few more moments while rapidly moving his tongue before slowing to a satisfying decrescendo.
"Oh…! Oh my gah…oh, Vegeta!" Bulma let out one more cry once he pulled his fingers free. He gave those lips one last kiss before rising up and turning her over. Stomach now pressed into the mattress, Bulma propped herself on her elbows and twisted her neck to stare at her husband's devilish eyes.
"You're really outdoing yourself, tonight, aren't you?" she quipped, still visibly shaken by the vibrations still echoing inside of her groin.
Vegeta hovered over her and started to bend down, taking all the curves of her ass into his hands and massaging her skin as he made his way up. His fingers were long and took into account every dip and muscle on her body. His thumbs pressed into her back methodically as his fingers worked the front of her abdomen, and hiked up the flimsy gown to garner more access. He arched with her to kiss the swell of her ass and made a trail for his hungry tongue.
"Just prepare yourself, woman," Vegeta finally responded. He nipped his way up her back to her shoulder blades, and rested his head right next to hers, his forehead meshed against a pillow, lips taking refuge in the nape of her neck. He licked the trail to her ear and bit down teasingly.
"Is this what you wanted?" he said, making a move once again for his fingers to find her clit. His left elbow was now against the mattress and he had her back pressed hard into her chest. Bulma gasped and squirmed again as she reached behind her to grab a fistful of his hair.
"You're what I want," and she tilted her head back enough to pull him into a scorching kiss. Her tongue wasted no time in its hunt for the back of his throat. Vegeta's brows knotted as he let her continue. He could tell she was clearly on a mission to make lips sore, which mused him all too well. A devilish grin arose amidst the kiss and Vegeta parted to linger around her ear. She was about to take the next ride with no complaints.
He licked her outer lobe before announcing in a husked breath, "If you say so…" and hiked up her right leg to protrude outward. Bulma But released a quick intake of breath at the new flow of air beneath her and was turned slightly on her left side as Vegeta straddled her left leg with both of his. He ran a languid hand against her core before rising to position himself at her entrance. He gave her one determined look, but all Bulma could do was just bite her lip and arch her neck in approval, wanting to once again feel him inside of her. So he thrusted in careful motion, gripping tight to her raised thigh with one hand and holding firm to the mattress with the other. "Ooh, oh, Vegeta…yes! Ahh…" Her hips rotated with him and she clutched onto the headboard. But truth be told she always loved this position, it granted her comfort while also allowing him to plunge deeper. She felt his hands switch places soon and warm fingers massaged her outer lips once more. She couldn't lie, that always made her release faster. As they continued together, Bulma held tight to her breasts and she wanted nothing more than to have his hands explore her some more. But once she reached her opus she was devoid of clear thought, and with one last cry of pleasure, she creamed around his cock and he released satisfied.
"Oh…mmmn…Vegeta…" she crooned. He unraveled their legs and turned her back upward to meet face to face. Bulma made no effort to stall and grabbed his neck in for a sultry assault on his tongue. He fought the smirk rising to his features, and mentally goaded on how amazing he was before she pushed him down onto the mattress. Bulma was not yet out of heat and she needed to feel more of him. What first was met with a grunt of disapproval by the Saiyan was shifted into an impressed smirk as Bulma shifted to sit on top of him, knees buckled against his sides.
"You are definitely what I want, Vegeta," she repeated herself once they finally came up for air after that kiss. She could say it fifty times over and still make it hold as much meaning as the first. She never allowed herself the time to wonder what would happen after happily ever after, after the I do's, but tonight she was willing to smile at the possibilities, and was more than happy to focus on the moment she was in with the man she loved to a fault.
"Oh really," the brash prince mused. He was met with Bulma's warm tongue working wonders against his neck and her hands putting in work behind his back and in his hair. Her open-mouth kisses assaulted his jawline and protruded further down to his chest. She loved kissing his skin. It always felt like something taboo, like something that most people would consider reckless. Holding and tasting a man that many consider dangerous, someone that is unapologetic with such a brazen heart and cold eyes couldn't possibly be healthy for someone like her. But Vegeta was her perfect medicine, something she would overdose on constantly.
And she loved the way he tasted. He was sweaty with a soft layer of skin over a chiseled form hiding a warm heart. It was like laying with a beast, knowing being under his arm was a privilege rather than on the other side of his fist. But she wasn't in delusion when she knew he would never hurt her like that. No matter how at ends they were in the past, she was always protected and knew her ferocity was paired with its equal. She expanded her fingers and ran up his chest, teasing his nipples and occasionally thrusting against his groin. Vegeta produced a low grunt and took her waist in his hands once she perked up from her ministrations, their eyes caught each other in standoff. She loved staring at him like this when he allowed her to, and never took those moments for granted. She moved her hands back around his neck and caressed his cheek very lightly. Vegeta allowed his eyes to close and let her continue, and he tried to take the moment to allow himself to feel such a light touch, such a small—but at the very same grandiose—sign of affection. Bulma was also silent, and bent to kiss him slightly, just enough for him to feel the small ounce of pressure.
"I love you," she near whispered.
If only she knew how hard that still was for him to comprehend. Vegeta looked up and could do nothing but kiss her again, harder this time. He urged her tongue to dance with his and moved his hands to reach for the lacy strings of her nightgown and pull them down her shoulders. Finally, breasts were fully exposed, and after a few more moments of ravishing the caverns of her mouth, he parted to lure his tongue to her chin, her neck, her collarbone, finally to the upper swells of her breasts. She adjusted herself in his lap so that her gown could fall further down her waist and out of their way, and her chest was perfectly in his eye of sight. His left hand pressed into her back while his right tucked itself under her left breast, feeding it into his insatiable, awaiting mouth. He moaned into her as he licked and nipped both mounds meticulously. "Mmnn," Bulma groaned and cradled his head closer to her body, placing fluttering kisses to the top of his head. "Yes, Vegeta, more." And he obliged, kneading with both hands now, making her squirm.
He continued his act for quite some time before the blue haired beauty grew more and more restless. Bulma was beyond heated now, and ready to travel down to pleasure her husband. When he finally released, they shared yet another lingering stare, and she pushed him back down against the bed. She met him with another chaste kiss before trailing her down, using the curves of her body to her advantage and grinding herself against him. She marveled at every single outline of his sculpted abs and made her way down to the lines leading into his boxers. She molded the form of his bulging cock, and smiled to herself at the stoic prince fidgeting beneath her. Teamwork persevered as Vegeta lifted slightly off the mattress to help her set the undergarments free. Finally, she took his shaft into her hands and ran her fingers along its length, still after all this time marveling at how much space it occupied in her hand. She gave his balls a tender squeeze as she worked her magic, making the man curl his lips back against his teeth.
"Damn, woman…" he grunted with his chin up to the ceiling, but hand still on her waist, waiting for the cue to sit her on top of him and to thrust himself inside her. She always loved this part the most, he quipped to himself. Literally toying with me before I get what I want. She's lucky I enjoy it. Her knees folded into a praying position as she readied his tip in her hands and dove in. She kissed the base of his shaft before licking each vein with valor. She pumped her manicured hand along its length and began to fully indulge herself, sucking until she was satisfied. All Vegeta could do was produce a series of low grunts of approval as he held the back of her head. She was way too good at what she did. He sat up slightly and moved his fingers to run down her back, wanting to cup the round flesh that she had extended in the air. She smiled against his cock as he massaged her, and as the minutes passed, her heat grew more and more and she once again wanted it tended to. She released him from her lips hold and reached for his neck, consuming it again in kisses and positioning herself onto his lap. Vegeta all but read her mind and ventured down to her v-shaped center, toying with her clit for one little more moment of fun. His thumb separated her lips enough to feel her damp warmth, and it made his dick twitch harder.
"Ahhss…Vegeta…"
"Are you ready, woman?"
She gasped a breathy "yes" which satisfied the Saiyan and allowed him to release his fingers. She positioned herself accordingly and after a few more seconds of lengthy stares he finally inserted himself into her for another long awaited game of passion to reach its climax. He was sure to thrust in a shallow motion at first, knowing that was quick to get her comfortable. As he lifted up his pelvis, Bulma rocked hers and their dance began once again.
Having sex with Bulma was an act that grew very native to Vegeta over the years, but making love to her was still new. He honestly didn't think there was a difference, nor cared before. But when having her like this, and holding her and listening to the way she yelled his name or touched his chest or grabbed his hair made him pleased, he started to realize it was growing less about the act, and more about pleasuring her. That must have been the difference. He would have rejected the difference before, claiming it as uneventful and weakening and stale, but now, watching his left hand caress her stomach and noting how his ring reflected the moon's light, he was—dare he say it—proud. He has a true mark and a true symbol now of his legacy on Earth and the woman that made it all possible.
She continued to bounce on top of him as their motions continued, but she could feel her give lurking closer and closer. Not only was he amazing at this, but his hands never lingered the way they were now. He never held her in such a way that made her proud to please him. This was truly their first act of loving each other more than…wanting each other. She never wanted it to end. But her world was soon turning white as her climax clawed through her and she released. Vegeta knew her adrenaline was growing to a standstill, so he rode the wave one last time with a thumb divulging around her clit and massaging the sweet folds inside her. "Oh…OH! VEGETAAA!" The last of her cries vibrated within the room and the knuckles against his chest grew white, giving Vegeta cue to remove his fingers. She collapsed on top of him and pressed her chest flat on his, trying her best to calm her racing heart and throbbing vagina. After a few more minutes of silence, Vegeta finally spoke.
"Bulma…"
She barely turned her head. "Hm?"
His hands rested at her side. "About what you said at the ceremony, concerning my stance here on Earth, and the limitation of you being human..."
Nervousness began to creep up on her. She felt amazing, she was numb, but numb with pleasure and she didn't need any sort of argument to kill her high, but she forced herself to reply anyway. "Yeah?"
He stared at the wall across from him, only painted in moonlight, for a while before responding. "You have no limitations... When it comes to any woman on this godforsaken planet being anything close to my equal, you are the only one, and the only exception of mercy I have to give. So just remember that."
Nothing could prepare her for that. Bulma beamed, and finally moved enough to cross her arms across his chest and stare up at him, the moon barely rivaling the glow in her eyes.
"Is that your own personal brand of affection? Are you trying to tell me that you love me, Vegeta?"
He tried to fight the slight color leaking into the skin on his cheeks. "I'm just merely stating a truth, is all."
"Don't try to mess with me! That means yes, doesn't it!?" And she placed a huge and long lasting kiss to his lips, reveling in the joy he just gave to her.
As his answer, Vegeta was silent for a while, but after a long stare down once their kiss broke, he lost the battle with a growing smirk.
"You're an ingratiating woman, you know that?"
She accompanied her grin with a bite to her lip as she shifted above him and positioned herself on his lap again.
"I'm also an insatiable one," her voice grew in a newfound lust and hunger, "because I'm not tired yet."
He didn't need a heightened sense to perceive that shift in tone. Her devilish smile was met with one of his own. "Oh, you aren't, are you?" And he began to rise from the pillows, gripping her waist firmly and beckoning to her advances.
"Mm-mn!" she laughed as she was pulled closer to him.
"And what is it going to take for me to tire you out?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his. "Hmm…maybe going Super Saiyan'll do the trick."
She was actually able to make him laugh. "Please. I would be signing your death certificate with that one. And I can't have that."
She pecked him quickly on the lips before she continued, loving the sweat on his skin in the faint darkness, and loving where her arousal was taking her. "And why's that?"
"When I marry, I marry for life. Having yours cut short would just be a waste."
"Curious, you wouldn't take another wife after me?"
He pulled apart just enough to give her one lingering stare. "Like I said, when it comes to any other woman being my equal, you are the only one."
Bulma wondered earlier about which one of the day's events would bring her to tears, about which outcome would determine how she loved and raised her family, about which path Vegeta would choose to lead—one with her, or one without. But in this moment, with those words spoken, he sealed the deal, and she wouldn't have to be doubtful again.
Vegeta captured her lips as he let one last thought take root inside his heart's mind. He loved this woman, almost sickeningly so, and was the only equal he was glad to have by his side.
A/N: No, you are not imagining this. This is the last and fully finished chapter of this story. I know a lot of you have probably moved on, but I hope others can still enjoy this as it took me way too long to finish. A lot of personal things have happened, and while I know this isn't an appropriate place to open up that can of worms, I still want to apologize for those that love this story, and I hope you can enjoy this conclusion.
Thank you!