As Bulma was on her way to order the food, Vegeta stood up and rounded the bed to get to the bathroom and get cleaned up. As he washed his face, looking for scaring away the last remnants of sleep and looked at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but think how everything had changed his life in those years. Freezer, for some reason, seemed just a distant nightmare from his past. The saiyajin looked around, willinglessly.

Damn it if this isn't a fucking dream, because it looks like one.

When he came out of the bathroom, he realized he had no idea where he might find some underwear to put on. But although his gaze caught a small sideboard on his right, next to the bed, Vegeta finally decided to remain naked - he was comfortable like that, after all.

As he came out of the toilet, his eyes also rested on the bottle of lubricant that was still on the bedside table and weighed it in his hand, reflecting. Since the previous night and more when he dreamt of the Navy, without wanting to, he never stopped thinking about something that he never thought would be raised twice. There was something unnatural about it, the way he saw it, but...

"Hey, Bulma."

When she heard him, she turned her head, curious.

"Tell me."

Vegeta leaned on one of the bed posts, thoughtful. His fingers kept spinning the can of lubricant. Bulma sensed it and one of her eyebrows rose just a couple of millimeters, but made no allusion to it as she waited for Vegeta to continue.

"With the changes you've told me about in sex..." he started, insecure. "Earthlings use to like...". He made a vague gesture with his hands "... by 'the other side'…?

For a moment, Bulma's gaze seemed kind of confused, as if he had gone mad. Vegeta wanted to bite his tongue - was he stupid or what was going on with him? For one brief instant, Vegeta wanted to flee away by the terrace while he felt the cheeks burning.

I shouldn't have said anything; shit, damn it…

"Well... I don't know" Bulma replied, turning all the way and showing a thoughtful gesture before simply shrugging her shoulders. "I know there are people who do it, both men and women" she added, folding his arms.

Vegeta wrinkled the nose. It was still difficult for him to get used to the idea that there were same-sex couples and that it seemed so normal... But, of course, hadn't he seen some of his ex-buddies making out with two girls at the same time, and getting excited at the sight of them kissing and touching each other?

"I personally have never tried it..." Bulma continued, bringing him back to the real world. "And I haven't had a boyfriend who was especially motivated to have anything put in there, no matter what it was" she added, funny then. But in the face of Vegeta's deadly seriousness, she softened her tone and concluded "in general, it wasn't something that got my attention in particular… Why are you asking?"

Vegeta inspired strongly, without daring at all to face his wife's gaze, which seemed between stranged and interested.

"Never mind" he played it down. Bulma seemed to accept that answer and gave her back again to him, in order to continue ordering the food, but Vegeta's voice held her back only a second later. For some reason, the saiyajin needed to let go and he was unable to stop. "It's just that... I remember that... There were comrades who did it to... well, the 'girls' Freezer had years ago. And there were some they seemed to like... But others didn't". The warrior sighed, embarrassed. "The truth is, I never got the point of such a thing."

The truth is that he had heard someone say once that it was even so as not to risk getting any of Freezer's prostitutes pregnant by accident. Vegeta almost wanted to laugh at the irony of that. Even if it had occurred to him to do it for the first time with Bulma, he was sure, she would have slapped him just for suggesting it. Unwittingly, Lia returned to his mind and Vegeta had to make a titanic effort not to shake his head violently, trying to get her out of his mind.

"Well, I suspect your ex-partners wouldn't be particularly delicate..." Bulma then added gently.

Vegeta gulped, glancing sideways at her and returning to reality.

"No, not at all" he acknowledged, trying to banish Lia's death from his mind for the umpteenth time. "And I don't know why I'm telling you these things... forgive me" he asked, looking away.

Bulma scrutinized him with a strange gleam in her clear eyes that Vegeta dared not face when the dreaded phrase arrived:

"The truth is... you've never told me about it."

Vegeta shook his head and almost turned his back almost completely, arms crossed, as he walked down the two steps separating the bedroom from the living room and faced the terrace from a distance.

"You know I don't like to talk about myself... and less about... That time of my life."

"Is that how you were started?" Bulma then asked, probing the ground. "In Freezer's navy. With... 'the girls'".

After a moment of hesitation, Vegeta nodded slowly, saying nothing more. Now he was almost ashamed of it. It sounded... Dirty. Not fit to show it to an angel like her. However, Bulma did not seem to be bothered by his confession. On the contrary, after a few seconds that seemed eternal, the woman approached him, caressed his shoulder, ascended towards his face as Vegeta turned and he closed his eyes, but did not turn away. Instead, he held lightly her wasp waist for any response.

"Keep to yourself what you need, okay?" she whispered. "And... also if you need to talk..."

Vegeta sighed and moved away again a few inches without violence, while still holding the little bottle of lubricant in one hand.

"I know" he muttered, forcing a joyless smile in his direction. "Thank you."

Bulma smiled in turn, with much more emotion, before giving him a very tender kiss on the cheek. Then she turned and headed back to the counter of the kitchenette. Vegeta followed her with her gaze. Noting with a shudder that, when she walked and especially when she leaned forward, a few centimetres of soft rounded flesh could be seen under the edge of the robe.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I would make love to her so many times...

She was so sweet and so perfect that the warrior still kept on searching for the reasons why the Universe had granted him such a divine gift, so many years ago... without finding the answer. All other earthlings, including Kakarot and his offspring, could die. But if something should happen to Bulma...

Trying to corner the reflections for once and for all, Vegeta advanced after Bulma a few seconds later, until he was behind her. When he was only a centimeter far from her skin, without violence, the warrior wrapped his arms around her wasp waist and pressed himself against her back, noticing that his erection arrived immediately - just upon contact with her body.

She joined the game as she finished typing the order and the payment terms on the screen, with an appreciative half smile.

"Vegeta…" she whispered as his hands separated the edges of the dressing gown, leaving her breasts completely uncovered for a few seconds. At least before his fingers were all over them.

Bulma bit her lip, eagerly, and moaned a bit as Vegeta lifted the cloth a little also over her back and gently snapped the penis between her buttocks.

"How could I resist doing to you what you ask, Bulma?" he whispered in her ear as he moved his hips forward sharply, imprisoning her a little more against the worktop and making her scream a little with desire. "That wiggle of your hips would raise a dead man from his grave..."

Bulma smiled with evident lust. Vegeta wasn't the only one who wanted to enjoy - hunger had already left them half-hearted once.

"Our earlier conversation gave me an idea, you know..." she whispered, reaching back to hold his nape and draw him closer to her.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and licked the back line of her ear.

"And… may I know what it is? he asked in a barely audible whisper.

Bulma turned her head slightly until her lips were next to his.

"I want you to stick a finger up my butt while you fuck me" she whispered then.

Vegeta separated an inch and looked at her, surprised.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Won't it be… uncomfortable for you?"

But she shook her head negatively.

"I've always heard it's quite a pleasure... and why not? In addition," she smiled, caressing his jaw with two fingers, "I have full trust in you. I told you I wanted to enjoy this weekend to the fullest... And I still want to try new things."

Vegeta, after a moment of doubt, nodded with half a smile and stepped aside to look for a certain bottle of watery content that he had left somewhere close. As he had told her just a few minutes before, he felt unable to deny her anything.

"Lubricant, right?"

Bulma smiled, not moving from her position.

"You learn fast, honey…"