As with many of my writings, this chapter does contain mature, sexual situations. If that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read!
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It had been over a week since Bulma showed him around the new gravity room when Vegeta finally decided to take a day off to let his body recover. He knew Bulma was angry at him for staying away so long, but knew better than to let her dictate how and when he trained. I told her that training came first. But he also knew that if he didn't keep her satisfied that she could feel free to look elsewhere for gratification. Although he didn't need sex, he rather enjoyed it and didn't want to risk losing what he had.
He walked into the residence at about 10pm. No one was around and most of the lights were already off. Vegeta made his way to the stairs that led to his bedroom. As he rounded the landing on the 2nd floor, he noted that he heard the shower running in Bulma's bathroom. He decided to enter her bedroom and headed right for the pulled-tight door of her bathroom. He opened it only very slighty – just enough so he could see inside.
Vegeta confirmed that it was Bulma in the shower – not that he expected anyone else to be, but it was always safe to be 100% sure rather than to barge in under a wrong assumption. He turned around and locked the door to Bulma's bedroom lest any other family members come looking for her. Then he returned to his viewing crack to again spy on the blue-haired earthling.
She had already washed her hair. Now she was busy foaming up her entire body. Vegeta noticed his hardness growing as he looked at her beautiful naked body. He was definitely enjoying this covert show.
Bulma suddenly felt…turned on. She thought about it for a few seconds. Why am I thinking about sex now? She couldn't quite figure out why the sudden need to release came over her. Ah well, at least I'm in the shower…
She reached down between her legs with her right hand and started to stroke herself. Her left hand fondled her right nipple. She gradually went from a slight, gentle rub of her womanhood to a more rigorous circular motion.
Vegeta had had enough peeping and quickly shed himself of all his smelly training clothes. He burst into the bathroom causing Bulma immediately stop what she was doing and to jump back away from the shower door.
"Vegeta! How - !" she shouted, but by the time she got it out, he had entered the shower with her and aggressively covered her mouth with his. They kissed frantically as if they were two lovers who had been apart for a month let alone friends parted for a mere week.
They went at it for more than a few minutes. Finally, both needing to pause for some air, they broke apart just for a moment. Both were panting.
"Vegeta! How can you leave for a week then just barge in here like nothing has changed?" Bulma asked him.
"Baka, it's called training and I told you that training always comes first!" he yelled at her.
Oh my God! He's right! What was I thinking? She snapped herself from her own feeling-sorry-for-herself attitude.
"I can leave if you want me to," he said somewhat sarcastically, knowing full well what she was feeling at that moment and that he wasn't going anywhere.
She didn't even answer as she practically jumped on him, her lips once again locking onto his and their bodies tightly pressed against one another as the water continued to fall down their sides.
Vegeta reached down and felt between her legs. The consistency of her juices was much different than that of water and he could tell that she was dripping wet with excitement. Bulma jumped when Vegeta started fondling her down there. She then let out a steady exhale-moan. Vegeta could tell how swollen and ready she was.
He grabbed her under her rear and easily lifted her up so that her entrance was now poised above his member. Bulma was extremely excited – she had never done it quite like this before. It took a very strong man to so easily lift up and completely support a woman like this.
Once in position, he gently lowered her onto himself. Now firmly situated, Bulma began to gyrate and rub against him. He let out his own moan from the overwhelming feelings of pleasure this was bringing him. Bulma moved off his mouth and started sucking on his neck as she continued to rhythmically move up and down.
Vegeta gently placed Bulma back onto the shower floor. She didn't even need to be asked – she turned around for her lover. They had discovered from their past trysts that they both preferred the from-behind types of positions. They liked their lovemaking to be more animalistic and this angle always gave them the best sensations of any they had tried to date.
Vegeta situated himself at her entrance and thrust into her forcefully. Bulma winced from the extreme feeling of fullness she now felt. How she loved doing this with this man! It wasn't long before he was pumping at a pretty good pace. Bulma moved ever so slightly with his violent movements, screaming each time he pushed inside of her.
He felt her muscles tighten around him, then release with a pulsing quality. As was often the case, this pushed him over the edge and he climaxed inside of her. He continued to pump until the orgasm died down – then he finally pulled out.
Bulma rose up from her bent-over position and turned to face the Saiyan prince. She wrapped her arms around his neck and touched his mouth with hers once again. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around her back and returned the kiss.
No more words had to be said. They were both equally satisfied and satiated. The shower didn't end quite yet as both needed to wash up (in Bulma's case, for a second time). Although most of the washing was done on their own bodies, every so often, a gentle, soapy caress would reach out from one person to the other.
Vegeta dried off and left the bathroom. His towel was wrapped around his lower half and his dirty clothes sat in a pile in the bedroom. He picked them up and made for the door.
"Stay," said Bulma quietly, not knowing if he planned on coming back or not.
"I'm not done with you yet," answered Vegeta. "I've already decided not to train tomorrow. You'd better be prepared for a very long night."
He turned and left the room leaving Bulma there watching him exit, smiling.
Vegeta returned within minutes with a T-shirt and pajama bottoms on. He crawled into her bed next to her while she inched to be close to him. Her head lay on his chest.
Bulma started to drift off when Vegeta started speaking to her.
"Woman, did you ever get….you know?" he asked.
"Yeah, it just ended," she replied. "Your timing tonight was impeccable."
"I figured as much," he said. "I guessed I would have heard about it if it hadn't come."
"Vegeta, what would you have done if I had been pregnant?" Bulma asked.
"Imagine me, a family man," he retorted with a snicker. "I don't think so."
"Yeah, I agree – you're not the Daddy type are you," Bulma replied. "But would it have been so bad – really?"
Vegeta just stared at her trying to figure out where she was going with this line of questioning.
"Woman, I have already told you where my priorities lie, haven't I? Did you hear me say 'children' when we discussed our arrangement?"
"Don't get me wrong, Vegeta. I'm not trying to get pregnant. I'm just saying, if I did, would it be so bad? I would like to have children someday and I'm not getting any younger. When I thought I might be pregnant, that really got me thinking. I could totally do it on my own if I needed to," said Bulma.
Vegeta grunted. "I guess so," he replied.
"Frankly, I'm surprised you don't want children. You are always running around reminding us how you are the Prince of all Saiyans. Yet there is no one to carry on your line so to speak," said Bulma.
"There are no female Saiyans left," remarked Vegeta.
"What am I, chopped liver?" Bulma retorted.
"You can only give me half-breeds, onna," said Vegeta.
"Well, I don't see that you have much of a choice anymore," said Bulma. "Besides, look at Gohan. He turned out ok for a half-breed, didn't he?"
She has a point. The brat is very strong for his age. I would have expected a half-breed to be much less useful than he has turned out to be.
Bulma could tell by his slight change of expression that she had him thinking about what she was saying. And she was satisfied with that for now.
"There's no sense in worrying about something that isn't going to happen, now is there?" Vegeta finally asked.
Bulma just smiled knowing she had made her point.
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The next three months flew by without much to comment about. Both Bulma and Vegeta were comfortable with how their lives were and honestly, not much changed day-to-day. Bulma worked. Vegeta trained. They spent many evenings and nights together and separated once again the next morning. There was no "dating". No going out. Vegeta wasn't interested in any of that. He just wanted his space and his routine. And Bulma knew that and didn't expect anything different.
Every so often a friend or two would stop by to visit. Bulma knew that as much as Vegeta tolerated her friends, he had no interest in small talk or reminiscing. He usually made himself scarce when they came over. Bulma enjoyed the time she and her friends spent together and was fine with Vegeta's absence during the visits.
The bickering never did stop between two of the most stubborn people on the planet. However, with all expectations firmly adhered to, most of the bickering was for fun and was over the stupidest of things like why a certain food wasn't made for dinner or what they were going to watch on TV together.
From the outside, the relationship was stagnant and routine. But both Bulma and Vegeta were starting to fear the feelings that were growing on the inside.
By the time it was early winter, the comfort that Vegeta found in Bulma alarmed him. It wasn't that he didn't like the situation. But the attachment he genuinely felt to the woman raised flags in his head. He had always been taught that attachment and dependency were something that could be held against a warrior. If he ever got in a fight with the wrong sort of person, they could go after Bulma and use her against him. It became one of his greatest fears. He knew he shouldn't care about her – he didn't want to care about her - but the fact was, he did. And he knew it. And there was nothing he could do about it.
At this point, he definitely wasn't about to share this news with anyone.
Bulma, too, was becoming more dependent on Vegeta. As much as she always went back to the "terms of the agreement" to keep her feelings in check, she knew deep down how much she liked him and wished that he would reciprocate her wanting to take things further. She knew it was a fool's hope though. She had, by this time, known him for years. Sure, he had changed. Or had he? Maybe she just understood him better and now knew well what to expect – what to take seriously and what not to.
Vegeta knew of Bulma's feelings already. He was more familiar with the concept of the bond than she was. It had grown strong between the two of them, though it still didn't encompass actual thoughts. It was still impressions and emotions only, but Vegeta could still read her like a book. He knew it was only his own will that kept them from taking things even further than they already had. He was the one that needed to make the move, and he just plain wasn't ready to as much as he liked….loved….her. It just wasn't the right time yet.