A/N: Takes place in the past...
Subdued Passion
As the months went by, they were not able to meet as frequently. When one showed up, that person waited the whole time for the other to no avail, but it was mostly Lady Bulma who had the privilege of waiting alone. Prince Vegeta was soon to turn eighteen years of age, and therefore, given more responsibilities. The majority of his time was taken up by meetings, training, or traveling to other planets.
With the scarce time they did have when they saw each other, Lady Bulma used it to rant about random happenings in her life and the Saiyan Prince used it to just listen as he reclined lazily in the grass.
"According to my parents, I have developed a habit of sleep walking. It's odd because I can't recall a thing in the mornings, and it seems I only have episodes during the full moon. Is that not the most interesting thing?" Bulma said, sitting with her legs crossed over one another as she picked through the healthy green grass next to Prince Vegeta. She assumed her sleep walking occurred coincidentally during the time of the Saiyans' transformations into giant apes.
"Very interesting…" He smirked as he watched her pluck a clover and examine it. She had no idea that he was the one summoning for her during those full moons.
"Although, I've never made it off the premises. They have been restraining me at night ever since that first time I was caught leaving the mansion…" She continued with her ranting.
And he was wondering all this time if his invitations had reached her across the distance. Of course, they were calls to mate and he definitely could not mate with her his oozaru form, but he had desired just to have her in his arms under the light of the full moon. The transformation would probably be the only thing that held him back, though. But for now, he would no longer worry, for it was not because she did not find his moonlight sonata convincing that she failed to grace him with her presence at their regular meeting spot.
"…and now I have this personal assistant slash bodyguard, Chi-Chi, and she's younger than me..." She had already started on another subject. She then looked up to see him staring up at the sky. "…are you even listening?"
"Yes…" He sat up on his elbows to look at her. "…and your Chi-Chi sounds a lot like my Kakarrot."
Kakarrot was a third-class saiyan younger the prince that he kept around mainly for laughs.
"Who's Kakarrot?" She asked with furrowed brows. Prince Vegeta never made a direct reference to any other saiyans than his father, mother, and younger brother, Tarble, who he frequently dubbed a pest. So this new person must have been really important.
She then leaned forward, seeing his chest plate stained with a spot of red and moved closer to examine where it was coming from. "You're bleeding!" She said with a panicky expression.
"It's nothing." He stated calmly.
"What do you mean it's nothing? What happened to you?" She felt guilty as she was always on and on about her life and never giving him a chance to speak.
"Nothing much…" He sighed. "…just my initiation as father and other adult males congratulated me on becoming a full-fledged adult."
"And they beat you up?" She guessed and gasp when he nodded with a 'yes'. "How dreadfully horrid!"
"Quite fun, actually…" He reclined on his back and looked back to the sky with a slight smile.
"That is a very barbaric way to have fun if you ask me." She moved closer and startled him when her fingers began roaming over the injury that was apparently somewhere near the ribs. "So, what else occurred during the so-called initiation?"
"Nothing much." He lied.
"Does this hurt?" She asked as she slightly pressed.
"No." He quickly said with a straight expression. And it was a little too quick for her liking.
"Take off your top!" She ordered, tugging at his chest plate. "Let me see it."
He sighed as he sat up and adhered to her request without resistance, removing his gloves, then chest plate, and lastly his stretchy, navy blue long-sleeved top.
"Oh my!" She screamed, seeing a large gash right below his left rib cage as well as other cuts, burn marks, and the blacks and blues all over him. She immediately grabbed her bag that contained first aid supplies, took out the necessary items and immediately commenced operating on him. "You should be in a lot of pain!"
"It's nothing…pain is nothing to a saiyan." He said, watching her work.
"It'll turn into something if it gets infected."
As she finished applying some bandages, she absent-mindedly wandered fingers softly up the muscular contours of his abdominal to his broad chest, exploring his upper body in her captivation.
"S-sorry…" She flushed as she quickly realized what her hands were doing and reached for his chest plate and top.
His hand reflexively grabbed hers and placed it back where she had it previously.
"No…continue."He softly commanded as he gently guided her hand over his skin and his other hand began caressing her face.
He stared into her eyes with all seriousness as his touch paused at her cheek and thumb brushed across her bottom lip. He rose up a little further to bring his face closer to hers and closed his eyes as he moved in. Before reaching his predetermined destination, the beeping of the scouter on the ground beside them alerted Lady Bulma of someone attempting to communicate with her. Her eyes that were halfway closed popped back open, but the loud beeping did not deter his highness as he turned her face back to his when she looked to the scouter.
He firmly pressed his lips against hers as his hand traveled upwards in her loosely tied up hair, pulling her to him. She slowly granted him access by parting her lips ever so slightly, and his tongue entered with no reservations as their kiss deepened. His fingers entwined her silky, azure locks, causing her tie to give way, and his other hand traveled to caress the small of her back.
An involuntary moan from her escaped into his mouth and mixed in with the pleasure he received from tasting her sweetness, and he pushed her body closer to his in response. For a long time he anticipated this moment, and as he finally savored it, he wondered what took him so long to take what he craved.
'My Lady,your tracker is disengaged.'
She reluctantly pulled away upon hearing the fuzzy voice. As he continued holding on to her, their eyes were locked on each other's with hearts pounding.
He reached up to stroke her face as she looked so enticing after being thoroughly kissed with disheveled hair and a slight swell to her reddened lips, and he was ready to drag her back into another.
'My Lady, where are you?'
"Th-that's her…" She said with slight hesitation.
"Her who?"
"Chi-Chi. She'll come looking for me." She began fixing her hair and packing up her things. "I must go. See you next week then?"
"No." He blandly stated replacing his armor, careful not to mess up her effort to treat his wounds. "My next expedition will keep me away this time for eighteen months."
"Oh. Well, I guess I'll see you in eighteen months then." She said sadly as she stood up.
He stood as well and gave her pretty face a long stare before turning his back to her. And just briefly, he thought maybe it was unwise to kiss her since he would have to go so long without having the pleasure again.
"I suppose…" He said as he levitated in the air, and then flew off.
