Soapy suds travelled their way down the naked, pale body of Bulma Briefs as if they were attempting to race the olive-toned hands of none other than Prince Vegeta himself. His canines found her earlobes as the hot mist surrounded the interlocked couple, biting gently and earning a muffled groan from his new wife.
It was a strange word to him, but the way time seemed to stop when they touched and the way her normally precocious expression turned into an angelic haze of pleasure and lust was nothing if not familiar. Moments like these were like a haven to his rattled brain after the past year of events between Cell and the Androids.
"Vegeta…," Bulma softly moaned into the hot abyss of showering water between them, "I know you didn't just bring me in here to bite my ear."
He smirked, duly noting her urgency and loathing for his teasing. He grabbed her by her sharp hipbones, pulling her by her pelvis to his before whispering back into the ear he nibbled on, "I know that you know that I shall do as I please, woman."
Slap! The water made the sound echo even louder in the bathroom quarters as Vegeta recoiled and pinned her by the wrists to the shower wall. Excitement and surprise took over her face as she squirmed beneath his grasp with a haughty smile, knowing that she had pressed one of his hot buttons by slapping him.
He growled in a low, deep undertone of dismay at her disobedience, "Now what in the-!"
"Bulma is my name, Vegeta… Use it. Properly."
Rolling his eyes, his hands slipped back down to her hips and turned her over so that her firm buttocks were pressed up against his hardening member, "I will use something properly, Bulma, that is for sure."
Because of the distance the bathroom quarter held from the rest of Capsule Corp. and the noise of the falling water, she didn't have to bite back her cry when he entered her slowly. Her back arched in a natural response, allowing him to reach into her core even deeper. She could feel her Kegel muscles working a rhythm with him as he swiftly pushed into her and pulled out with the ferocity of a feral animal giving into their primal instincts of copulation and coitus.
Moaning, she began to feel herself slip down the wall as her body tingled with excitement at the build-up of an imminent climax. That's when he stopped, of course.
"Ahh, you don't get to come that easily," Vegeta teased with another malicious smirk, "I call the shots in this shower as it is predominantly mine now that we're conjoined on your wretched planet's terms."
She looked back at him with a sly smile of her own, "What's mine is yours, Prince."
He took himself out of her, earning another small cry before taking her into his arms and picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips and their lips crashed into each other with a deprived passion. It had only been a few days since their last encounter, but she was melting at his very touch.
Her back was pressed up against the wall when he entered her again, this time her head leaning back against the wall and exposing her neck to beckon further biting. Vegeta was too eager to oblige as he pumped himself into her with his teeth grazing the pale, delicate skin that concealed her carotid artery. He could sense the rapid pulse beneath it as he increased his pace, biting down again a little less softly than last time to make his mark.
Bulma screamed a little as the silver pain that stabbed her neck somehow delved into the pleasure she was receiving from his toned, muscular Saiyan body. The two sensations became one as she felt an orgasm steadily approach, her pulsating pearl picking up on his own building climax as he became harder than ever inside of her.
"You're mine… Bulma," He growled in a deep, rugged voice as he surrendered to a thunderous climax that rocked himself even harder into her. Her legs tightened themselves around him even more, her arms locked around his neck as she too felt a crashing wave of pleasure overcome her and pull him into her even deeper.
As they got dressed, Vegeta found himself watching the woman's lithe body as she maneuvered her strange undergarments and Earth clothing, two things he still had a hard time adjusting to after all these years residing with her. Especially when her surname seemed to represent them.
Something was nagging at him, trying to connect two very distinct events in their lives and attempting to draw a parallel to this one. Albeit sex in the shower was but a small hobby in their arduous sex life, he was still perturbed. Eventually she sensed his deep stare and caught him with an inquisitive glance.
"Vegeta… Your appetite can't be that famished, we just finished for the fifth time this week-?"
"Bulma," He interrupted her, but in a stern and serious tone, "If you have another child from our rendezvous, I will kill it and destroy this planet with my bare hands."
Her face sobered from the post-coital haze of relief and satisfaction before turning into a cold and scolding expression of anger, "Vegeta! You will do no such thing. And besides, do you honestly think I can handle having you here as a permanent fixture in my life AND my baby that I just had a couple years ago! Ugh!"
She sent him another glare before throwing clothes at him and leaving the room, tears springing into her eyes. He slumped slightly, staring at the ground and hoping he didn't just ruin their honeymoon.
His onyx orbs scanned the living room as he ventured in cautiously. He knew that when Bulma was in one of these moods, it was best to steer clear of her for a couple of days. However, something in him also knew he had said the wrong thing for once.
Finding only Bulma's insufferable mother and his infant son playing in the living room, he found her sleeping quarters. He made a mental note as he stood outside her door with a grunt that they needed to conjoin their room. That was yet another quarrel just waiting to occur between them as to whose room would actually become 'theirs'.
Theirs.. it was a peculiar sound to his ears as he entered her bedroom to find her passed out on her bed in scant clothing, her right leg hiked up on the mattress and on top of the covers rather than underneath them. She was such a strange yet intriguing creature, even in her slumber.
He slowly crept up to her, making sure not to make even the slightest of sounds so as not to disturb the roaring monster she was upon waking up. If one thing Vegeta knew about Bulma, it was that she definitely enjoyed her sleep uninterrupted unless it was their son making a fuss on the telereceptors in her room when they picked up noise or movement in his nursery.
Thankfully, the boy was busy with his grandmother and there were no interruptions to be had for once. It was just them again, like in the shower. Time ceased to exist as he laid down next to her, Bulma's blue hair flayed across the pillowcase and her closed eyes facing the opposite direction of him. Even though she was snoring ever so softly, he could still sense her ease and comfort and felt his own body finally relax.
Hours passed and Vegeta finally slipped into his own unconsciousness before Bulma turned her body to run into the solid hunk of Saiyan weight that he was. She woke gently and opened her eyes to a blurry vision of black hair and olive skin-tone across from her on the pillow. Smiling, she kissed his forehead and laid back down, not allowing his terrible words from earlier come back to haunt her again.
It was only dawn when the telereceptors went off. Vegeta was nowhere to be found and a motion alarm was sounding to alert strange movement in Trunks' nursery. Bulma darted upwards in a sitting position, her hair askew from sleep and her eyes re-adjusting to the light of the sun rising. She jumped from her bed and practically flew into Trunks' room thinking it was yet another untimely enemy like the Androids or Cell.
She slammed the nursery door open to see none other than Yamcha stare back at her with a naïve and surprised gaze. "Oh, good morning Bulma, I was trying not to wake up the baby-!"
Bulma cut off his hushed whisper with a loud reprimand, "Yamcha, it is damn near dawn without a single word of announcing your presence and WHY would you just go straight into MY baby's nursery like this?!"
With that, Trunks let out a loud wail as Bulma stood there, unaffected by her son's response to her loud scolding of the desert bandit. He stood there with his mouth agape as she let out an exasperated sigh to tuck her son back in, Yamcha finally moving out of the way and into the hall.
Her cerulean eyes flashed with a maternal rage that he hadn't seen before as she shut the door behind her and crossed her arms.
"Wh-What? Bulma, I'm sorry. I just.. I had to see you. I had to make sure you guys were okay," Yamcha tried to reason with the heiress, who looked less than convinced.
"Yamcha. You have five seconds to join me outside on my balcony or I will have you properly escorted by security."
"Wow, really? That's like pretty radical huh? I thought you'd be pleasantly surprised-"
"Yamcha! Now!"
So he followed her out onto her balcony with the sunlight beginning to pour in, the two of them standing before a blue morning sky. He gulped, hoping Vegeta was nowhere near them to see him there with her.
"Well? Spit it out," She demanded sternly.
"Um..," Yamcha stammered before sighing with something of defeat, "I don't know, Bulma. I've just been thinking, after this whole Cell mess. Are you happy? I mean.. I'm sure you are if HE is still here but I just needed to ask. I've been up all night. I can't sleep anymore. I don't know what to do with myself. I miss you, Bulma. Even as a friend."
It took all of her might not to allow her unfazed eyes to roll upwards against the brightening sky, "Look. He is here. We are married. I am happy."
His eyes quickly reverted to her married finger, which didn't show a jewel quite yet. Or would it ever? She blushed softly, hiding her left hand quickly. He stood up a little taller, looking at her with a knowing gaze. "Really? Come on."
"He isn't a human Yamcha, okay?! He doesn't know about rings and ceremonies and all that crap! He's a Saiyan Prince for Kami's sake, do you honestly think you're a better catch than that after everything you put me through?" She quickly pointed out, barely able to get a breath in as she served him with the reality of their relationship from all the years prior to the Androids arriving. Then she took a deep breath, taking her turn to sigh as her emotions came back to a rational ground. "I'm sorry, I just don't know exactly what you want me to say."
"No. It's fine. I get it. You've moved on. I guess I need to as well."
"Yes, I would concur that is the correct conclusion as well," Came a regal and sarcastically biting tone from behind them. Bulma's eyes widened slightly at the silhouette of Vegeta appearing from outside the balcony, holding something in his hand. He shoved past Yamcha, who was shaking and hardly able to hold his composure in front of the unexpected Prince.
Bulma felt like she was in a dream as the Prince, clad in his royal Saiyan armour designed by her father, knelt in front of her with his hand outreached with a gleaming gem in his hand. His face confidently shone into hers as her eyes widened with excitement at the discovery something she had never seen before in his hands.
"Wow, Vegeta?! What on Earth is this?" She asked in a high-pitched voice as he stood up, watching with pride as she examined the crystal in her small hands.
"It isn't from Earth. It's a rare galactic gem that I recovered last night when I laid with you and realized I hadn't fulfilled the planetary obligation to provide you with adequate jewels to express our unity, our bond," He explained in a stoic tone, but his eyes watched hers as they absorbed the beauty and shine of the gem. When she began shaking her head, he grew nervous.
"No. I don't need anything to express what we have, Vegeta. Not even those 'ridiculous flashing ornaments' that you complained about just a handful of years ago. See! Even you get it now. Us humans and our 'prestigious customs'…"
"Hmmm," Vegeta's eyes narrowed at Bulma's sweet but sarcastically playful tone, "Perhaps not, but alas I will do my very best."
Another blushing smile crept onto her face again, "That's all I ask, Vegeta."
A disapproving Yamcha with crossed arms and a revolted facial expression grunted in disgust, "Can you two like get a room? We're outside for the world to see for Kami's sake!"
The two newly wedded lovers snapped from their trance with identical frowns taking over their expressions. Once Yamcha noticed, he too jumped slightly but not enough out of the way before Vegeta's kicking leg came into contact with him and he flew an easy eighty miles away from Capsule Corp., his shocked wail fading with him.
Finally, Bulma could roll her eyes as a swarm of butterflies began to form at the pit of her stomach. Was this it though? Was Yamcha right, and Bulma was actually happy?
Did she really move on and marry the Prince she was destined to be with… forever?
Vegeta sensed her perplexed introspection, his eyes lowering to hers before picking her up into his arms in a cradling gesture.
"I believe we have a honeymoon to get to, Bulma," Vegeta grunted, taking her away from her deep thoughts as she squealed in delight and wrapped her arms around his broad neck and shoulders.
The two raced into the sunrise and into the next seven years of peace that they had finally earned after the past four of their own personal mayhem, madness, chaos, tragedy, and beauty in their spontaneously magical love story.
Not only did Bulma burn herself in pursuit of the dark Prince, but Vegeta found himself equally incinerated by the turquoise torment he faced in acquiring his own human version of a female Saiyan Royalty.
Together, they would burn. Forever.
