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Kicking the door open with his foot, Vegeta rushed in; laying his blue-haired Mate on his bed before going back to close and lock the door. "Finally… You're mine. All mine…" He purred sensually as he slowly stalked towards his Mate. Fear flew across the Bond as Bulma scooted against the ruby headboard, her voice shaky and quiet, "Vegeta… you're scaring me…" Minemineminemineminemine… "Mine." The flame-haired teen growled, grabbing her ankle and dragging her to him.

Rough lips crashed against smooth ones in a blistering, breath-taking kiss. Despite himself wanting to complete the Bond as quickly as possible, Vegeta was gentle since he did not want to hurt his Mate. When Bulma moaned against his lips, the Saiyan smirked proudly, running a gloved hand over her cheek. Too much clothes… need contact… Pulling away, Vegeta growled at Bulma's whine, making a show of meticulously removing his white gloves one finger at a time.

Each glove dropped to the ground and with his hands free of barriers, he cupped her pale, milky cheeks and kissed her senseless. Smirking as he watched her chest heave, trying to get precious air into her lungs, Vegeta stepped back to take off his armor. His shirt quickly followed suit. "Hmm… I think you wish to see more?" The Saiyan King growled seductively, noticing her deep blue eyes were glued to his… 'wife-only region.' Bulma nodded dumbly, any fear she had was overtaken by desire, her pupils blown wide to take in every inch of the bronzed, muscular Saiyan standing before her.

Vegeta stripped the last vestige of clothing away, allowing his lovely Mate to drink him in. A predatory smirk stretched across his face, his onyx eyes gleaming in anticipation, "Unless you want me to rip that dress to shreds, I suggest you get rid of it." Feeling playful, Bulma smiled coyly, batting her eyelashes up at her gorgeous Mate, "Where's the fun in that, Veggie?" "Now, Woman!" He snarled with barely contained rage. Bulma had been producing that strange, sweet scent ever since their first kiss several minutes ago and it was driving him insane.

Scrambling to comply with his command, the blue-haired teen stood up and turned her back to him, "Can you unzip me, Princey?" Chuckling at the memory his brilliant Woman brought up, the flame-haired King replied, "Only because you're my Mate." Gently pulling the metal zipper down, Vegeta had to fight the growing urge to just rip the fabric off her body. No… can't hurt Mate… The gentle swish of fabric brought him back to what was going on.

For the first time in their lives, both teens finally got to truly see each other. There was not a blemish on Bulma's perfect, milky skin, despite all the fights, torture, and war she had been through. Vegeta, on the other hand, had many scars; most were small and faded by time except for four. One that was over his heart was made by a whip, four jagged lines on his right shoulder and two lines straight across each of his thighs; one from the creatures in the sewers and the other from Zarbon's sword.

Bulma's fear was back full force as she stared at his body, nervously biting her lip. Lifting her chin, Vegeta forced those dazzling blue eyes to stare into his lust-filled ones, his deep, gravelly voice rumbling, "Easy, Woman… I have no intentions of hurting you. Offspring have been made this way for millennia, there is no reason to fear." "Yeah, but…" Tears started to form in her eyes, "Momma said that… it may hurt…" Swiftly silencing his blue-haired Mate with a bruising kiss, Vegeta began to slowly walk them back towards the bed.

Not wanting to ruin the warm, old quilt, he grabbed it and tossed it aside. With their tongues still locked in an ancient battle, Vegeta gently lowered Bulma onto the bed. Nappa said it's best to keep Her distracted… and to make sure Mate's ready… Vegeta missed a beat as he recalled that embarrassing talk his guardian had with him not long before the Quarter Quench announcement, allowing Bulma the opportunity to take control of the kiss.

Skimming his calloused fingers over his Mate's lithe body, the flame-haired King bided his time waiting for her to relax. That strange sweet scent was quickly overpowering any rational thought as his hand drifted lower. Mate ready… Wait no more… Vegeta growled, fighting against the instincts to take what he wants; no… needs. Harshly breaking the kiss, inky black orbs stared into clear blue pools as he panted, "My Mate… My Woman… My Bulma… Please…" It was the 'please' that did it as Bulma nodded, baring her neck to the Saiyan above her who never begs or even asks for help.

Vegeta's chest rumbled with a purr as he united with his blue-haired Mate, pausing to allow her to adjust. At her insistence, he began to move slowly, hesitantly so as not to harm her. Resting his head in the crook of her neck, Vegeta licked and mouthed her Mark. "Go ahead… place your mouth… where my Mark will be." He panted against her pale neck. Bulma found the junction of his neck and right shoulder, licking and mouthing the thick, corded muscles she found there and waited, unable to do anything but bask in the pleasure Vegeta was bringing her.

Now! He growled across the Bond, biting her Mark again as his body stopped moving and his mind ceased. Bulma latched onto Vegeta to keep from screaming, her duller teeth tearing into his tan flesh with surprising ease, causing the iron tang of blood to fill her mouth from his wound. Slowly, his mind returned to him as Vegeta basked in the completed Bond.

Someone licking his shoulder made him open his eyes, What are you doing, Woman? 'What does it look like I'm doing? I'm cleaning your wound as best I can since someone decided to use me as a pillow.' Blinking in shock, Vegeta abruptly pulled away, causing Bulma to groan, "You just spoke to me through the Bond." "Um, yeah. I've been doing that for a while now." Bulma rolled her eyes as she moved to get up and find a first-aid kit now that she was free to move. Vegeta followed his stubborn Mate towards the connected bathroom, "Didn't you hear it? There were no pauses!"

Bulma stopped in the doorway, a blue eyebrow arched up in confusion and hope, "Really? 'Cause that means…" "We're full-Mates!" Vegeta shouted, wrapping his arms around his Mate and began to spin in circles. Laughing at the silly grin on his face, she hated to stop him but she had too. "Vegeta, stop." Her warbling laughter made him pause in his celebration, "Put me down, please." "Why?" His joyous mood was gone, replaced by hurt, anger, and worry. "Nothing's wrong, Vegeta. I just really have to go to the bathroom." She sighed, 'I didn't mean to make you think…' You're fine, Bulma. Vegeta reassured her as he let her down.

Following Bulma into the bathroom earned him an exasperated sigh, "Can't you leave me alone to pee in peace?" "For your information, Woman, I was going to take a shower. And you can forget about an invitation to join me." Vegeta shot back, his tone harsh but the Bond told another story.


As they were drying off, Bulma wondered, "So do we get a week like Goku and Chi-Chi did or no?" Towel drying his hair, the Saiyan King sighed, "Sadly, no. Ee-arth is still in an uproar from the war, not to mention those from Region 13 who saw Scar-Face as their leader. A lot of what I do in the next few weeks will determine what kind of future our children will live in."

"Then let's make it a great one." Bulma smiled at him, her strawberry lips wide, showing her white teeth as her milky face lit up, clear blue eyes shining with hope. Pulling his Mate against him, Vegeta smiled down on her as he went in for a kiss. With you by my side, anything is possible.