A/N: At last... the meeting has arrived. I hope you all like it. If not... well I wrote it at 3:30 in the morning so give me a break.

Anyways... you guys know the drill... I don't own it... It being DBZ. :)

And on that note... Enjoy


Chapter 7:

A long awaited meeting…

Bulma had arrived to Planet Vegeta no more than 2 hours ago and already she wanted to go home. She wore a sweet white silk dress with lace embroidery. It almost looked like a mix between Grecian and turn of the 20th century. One might even compare her to Aphrodite with how the gown fell. It was very simple and very elegant. A perfect dress for a princess. But in truth, Bulma didn't really feel like being one at the moment.

She'd always been nothing but grateful for everything she had been blessed with and given. But right now she'd never felt so alone. She was on a foreign planet to be married off to prince who wanted nothing to do with her. Apparently even after 14 years that was still the case. She'd arrived right before Vegeta and instead of meeting with her, he'd made it a point to avoid her at all costs and go straight to his room.

And while Bulma would like nothing more than to tell him off and break off the engagement, she couldn't and she still felt hurt.

"Even after all this time, he still hates me. Why is it that I can't stop feeling this way? Why do I even care? He doesn't. Shouldn't I be the same way? I want so much not to care, but I do. Even now it still hurts. I don't want this."

Bulma thought to herself as she walked to that all too familiar tree in the field of golden grass. It was a beautiful spot. She remembered following Vegeta there so many times when she was little. She guessed she must have known the path by heart to be able to find her way back to it so easily.

The sky was a splendid shade of pink, much like it always was from her memories. It hadn't changed at all. The stream and tree still flowing and standing strong. Bulma went to the tree and enjoyed it's shade while a warm summer breeze blew through her hair. It had been so long. Could she really go through with this? She wasn't sure. And she didn't even know if she wanted to.

"Why would I want to spend the rest of my life with an ass?"

She thought aloud. Just then, as if on queue, said ass appeared. She didn't know it yet and he hadn't really been paying much attention either. He too was lost in thought.

He heard that she had arrived just before him and may his escape in the nick of time. he wasn't really prepared to see her again. And did he even want to? He'd stayed in his room until he felt that the cost was clear. Then he opened the same double doors to his balcony and took to the sky. He needed time to think and form a plan of attack. The field of his youth would do nicely. What he wasn't anticipating was the sight before his eyes. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened.

Was she a nymph? An angel? He didn't know. All he knew was that she was the most stunningly beautiful creature he had ever seen in his whole life. She was breath taking. He felt his puss rise and his blood begin to boil. Never before had a woman instilled such passion from him before. Who could this miraculous goddess be? She couldn't be real.

Then he heard he quiet voice. Not being fully himself, he didn't catch what she said. But her voice. It was like music. It was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard. You could almost hear a choir of angels singing.

And then, as if feeling she was being watched, she turned around slowly to face him. Their eyes meet and at once he was lost in those beautiful pools of blue. Such a blue. Their color was so familiar to him. Almost as if he knew them some how. But where? He heard her breath hitch as she grasped her chest above her heart.

She was so sweet and pure. Like fresh snow. He'd never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her in that moment. Her eyes were so captivating, he didn't even notice his feet moving to get closer. He walked slowly at first. But then in his need to touch her, lest she be an illusion and disappear, his pace quickened. He stood right before her now. His chest constricting making it harder to breath evenly. his hand instinctively reaching for her before she backed away slightly. He paused. Trying to regain his control.

"Who is she? This delicate flower? I've never seen such beauty before. Who are you, my seraphim? My angel."

As if finally being able to put voice to words, he spoke. Softly and gently but still raw with both passion and desire.

"Who are you?"

"V-Vegeta? Is that you? You seem so different from the last time I saw you. Well… I guess it has been a long time. Hasn't it?"

She blushed slightly her head down looking at him from under her long lashes. As if being hit in the face with a bucket full of ice water, Vegeta snapped out of this dream. He looked at her again, with clear eyes. How could he not have seen it before?

"B-Bulma? It can't be? How? When? Y-You're so… You're all… Y-You're…"

He blushed slightly. Not knowing what to say. He was at a complete loss for words. He couldn't believe that that silly little girl was the Aphrodite before him now. He felt his insides churn. My had she grown. And then some.

"Of corse it's me! Who else would I be? What? Were you expecting some cow? You were, weren't you? Out of all the…"

Her cheeks flared crimson with her anger. Did he really think she was going to grow up to be some plain, ugly maid, with a face like a horse? REALLY? Who did he think he was. Her cheeks puffed out and her lips purse. Her arms which were once firmly on her hips, now crossed under her ample chest only accentuating her curves.

The tinge of pink on Vegeta's cheeks only deepened. Not only was she the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, but she was feisty to boot. And for the love of God, he was becoming aroused. His chest and stomach constricted even more and his breathing became shallow. He felt a fire burning with in him.

She was still on a tirade and wasn't even paying attention to how she was affecting him. He felt the fire growing hotter and hotter. He needed her so badly it was starting to hurt. And before he even knew what he was doing, his lips were crush hard against hers. His hands on either side of her shoulders holding her in place. Bringing her lithe body closer to his. Wrapping his arms around her to keep her close to him.

Bulma was so stunned she didn't know what to do. How was it that she went from feeling insulted and yelling at Vegeta to now; in his arms being kissed by him. She didn't get understand. But the feel of his strong arms wrapping around her tightly, possessively, made her melt. Her heart rate sped up and she felt light headed; putting her arms under his and holding onto his back for support. Opening her mouth slightly to breathe.

At this new response from her, Vegeta took it as a sign of approval and let his tongue enter her mouth. She gasped slightly, but soon fell into step with him. He tighter his grip on her. Deepening the kiss. Hands snaking their way all over her back. Trying desperately to bring them even closer. Soon they both needed to breathe and their mouths broke away from each other.

But Vegeta wasn't done just yet. He swiftly brought his face to the crook of her neck inhaling her scent and kissing it. She smelled heavenly. She was almost like a fruit blossom. Sweet, but not over overpoweringly so. It was perfect. He never knew such pleasure could come from such a sweet smell. It was divine and he wanted more.

He wanted to not only smell it, but taste it. So he began to lick the sensitive flesh. Goose bumps began to rise and Bulma shuddered. She held onto him more tightly. Her legs growing weak. Her breathing started to become heavy gasps. Her heart rate increasing even more. Then he found her ear.

He kissed it softly at first and then began to lather it with his tongue. Bulma was panting uncontrollably now. What was going on with her body? How could his touch cause such a reaction. She breathed harder and closed her eyes trying to focus, but failing terribly.

"V-Vegeta…"

She whimpered out. He was so caught in her taste and smell, that he himself was losing control. If he didn't stop soon, then his Saiyan instincts were about to take over and he'd be mating her before long. She knew that the sensations he was causing felt amazing, but they had to stop. This was not how a princess should be acting. Like some wanton woman. They had to stop. But how? It felt so good.

"Vegeta… Please… we have to stop… Please…"

She tried in vain to free herself from his grasp, but he was too strong. She managed to get her hands on his muscular chest and tried to dissuade him again.

"Vegeta, please…. let me go… You have to let me go now. We can't do this. Please. Not like this."

A small single tear fell from a closed eye and down her cheek. Smelling the salty liquid seemed to pull Vegeta out of his reverie. His breathing was shallow and hard, but he leaned back to look at her innocent face. Cheeks rosy and a slight sheen of sweat atop her brow. She was moderately panting now, eyes still closed. His strong hand gently wiped away the single tear. His thumb lingering on her cheek. Caressing it tenderly.

"I am sorry for that little one. I'm not sure what came over me."

To his surprise Bulma just hugged him, placing her head at the crook of his neck. He relaxed some and was content to just hold her securely to him. She was his after all. And now he had no intentions of letting her go. He couldn't now. She belonged to him, and he would destroy anyone who tried to say other wise.

They stood there holding each other. Breathing the other in deeply. Bulma intoxicated with his strong powerful masculine aroma that screamed Alpha Male. And he with her sweet smell of Spring and nectar. At last they had both found peace. Peace in their betrothed embrace. Calming silence filled the air. All that was heard was the soothing sounds of the stream beside them and the steady breath of their partner.

"We should probably get back soon."

Bulma's nose snuggled into Vegeta's neck, before turning her gaze upward to look into his deep obsidian eyes. His hand petting her silky head, he remained silent. He didn't want to move. He was so satisfied with just holding her here. He brought his cheek to lay on her head and breathed her in again. Then finally acknowledging her words, he responded with a simple "Hm" and nodded.

His full palm caressing her face, he looked into her sapphire depths once more before picking her up. They flew back to one of the palace gardens; Vegeta carrying her bridal style. They landed gracefully, Bulma's tiny feet finding ground. But both didn't move. They continued to hold one another once more.

It felt so safe and right to be like this. Neither wanted it to end. But they knew it must. So bidding each other farewell for now, they turned to go to their respective rooms. Each turning their head to glance back at the other until they were out of sight.


A/N: Well the long... well... not so long, awaited meeting has finally taken place. I hope you all enjoyed it. I know there maybe some of you who wanted a deeper story or have some G/C action. But the more I right it, the less I think it will happen... but who knows... This was meant to be a sweet little fluff story, but if anyone has any cool plot twist suggestions, I'd gladly hear them. Lemme know what you want to read and I will do my best to comply.

If any one wanted to know what Bulma's dress looked like, here is the like to the dress. Below is the whole site with several other lovely gowns. I just liked the one I chose best. It just seemed like something a beautiful princess would wear... just to wear. ;D

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Thank you all again for reading and your reviews. I'm doing my best to update when I can. So if I don't get them out right away, please don't hate me. I really can't control when the creative juices flow. XD