This chapter will be hot and steamy...for obvious reasons. ;)
The air had long since filled with a crisp, cool feeling as October prepared to leave Japan. It was the 30th of the month, setting the official anniversary day on which Vegeta and Bulma would be publicly married, and it was heavily anticipated as the media speculated the location, décor, and dress for the billionaire heiress and her mysterious fiancé.
It wasn't a secret that neither of them were wanting to have this ceremony right now, Bulma wishing for more time to prepare, and Vegeta hating just about everything that had to do with humans and their culture's customs. He thought Saiyans made a big deal, but kai, was he wrong.
He huffed through his tux fitting, held his tongue during the depravity of his bachelor party, and almost lost it when Bulma decided it would make their wedding night 'more intimate' if they slept apart the night before. He wanted at least a sliver of normalcy, but when her tired, stress-filled eyes gave him a glare for even slightly suggesting something in opposition, he would just tightly shut his eyes and remind himself that this was his one courtesy that he would offer her. The chance of having a normal human ceremony, for there would never be another one for her. She told him in jest about the thing called 'divorce', and he scoffed when she explained it to him, because she would never be able to have one of those.
The unique attribute about being in a Saiyan bond is that you are bonded until you die. Sure, she could have a human equivalence of a severance if she wanted to, but the bond would never let her betray him. The beauty of the 'until death do you part' portion of a Saiyan vow is that there isn't one. You are with your mate even into the afterlife, wherever that ends up being. That's why instincts play a big part in choosing your mate – you're never worried about being wrong. There's no fickle will you- won't you in Saiyan culture – that's how he knew Bulma was the one. She was human at the time, and he was Saiyan, but she was fated to be his mate.
Vegeta took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he walked up the aisle of the church. He glared fiercely as he passed the back rows of camera-toting paparazzi. They were practically foaming at the mouth while they snapped several pictures of the Saiyan in his finely tailored Versace suit. He ignored every comment they made about his 'god-like' appearance and lack of a smile, making his way dutifully to the front of the room, stopping at the altar as calmly as he could, almost forgetting the room full of other humans he hardly knew, including Bulma's family and friends, Kakarot and his clan, to which Vegeta sent an especially nasty glare to when his adversary gave him that big, goofy grin and wished him luck.
Vegeta knew better than to incite violence on this day. He had noticed the other Earth warriors were there alongside Kakarot but to his amusement, the weakling, Yamcha, was absent.
Vegeta smirked to himself at the thought that somewhere, that idiot was trying to pound his fists into something to forget about what was transpiring today, and it gave the prince sudden joy – which was immediately dashed when he saw that same idiot clambering down the aisle, finding a seat next to the Namekian and fixing his ruffled tuxedo jacket. Yamcha looked up at Vegeta and smirked at him as if he could read Vegeta's thoughts.
The Saiyan rolled his eyes, ignoring the entire second row now and turned his nose up, trying to focus on what he was there for. Any moment now, his mate would be walked down the aisle to officially be given to him in front of the whole world, and he was more than ready to get this over with.
This was it.
All the hard work Bulma and her mother put into making this ceremony happen - all in the matter of a few weeks. Her mother helped her pick out a stunning dress that would hide her pregnancy and her new tail, sliming her easily and when Bulma looked in the mirror of her bridal suite, Panchy caught a tear as it threatened to fall down her daughter's cheek.
Bulma looked absolutely stunning. But also scared as hell. It all felt so sudden to her – so rushed.
"Mom, I want to enjoy this, but with everything that still has to happen – I can't even properly enjoy my wedding day. It's not anyone's fault, it's just-"
"Honey, all the work for this is done! All you have to do is walk with your father down the aisle, smile for a couple cameras, and meet Vegeta at the altar!" Panchy said, her smile never leaving her face, "And honey, I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees you. You're going to take his breath away," Panchy added with a sigh.
Bulma's pulse quickened at that. He was the only one in the room she truly wanted to be with right now, and she was going to be able to in approximately five minutes. But her mother's words had her as nervous as ever. Vegeta was waiting for her, she could feel him yards away and she was trying her hardest not to show him her fear at their public profession of matrimony.
Kai, she hated crowds.
Her mother had perfected every curl in her hair, checked her makeup again for any spots the artists might have missed and, after assuring her daughter she looked perfect, lifted her vail and placed it over her face.
She took her daughter's left hand, glancing at her late mother's ring and smiled the biggest smile she could manage through the tears in her eyes.
"Oh honey, you're ready. I'll be out there in the front row, beaming as bright as I can and trying to hold in these silly tears. I can't wait to watch my daughter get married to such a sweet man," she exclaimed brightly.
Bulma was so nervous. She was already married to him, but the ordeal of having the ceremony made it more official, since she was still used to human customs. She shook her hands out to hopefully loosen the nerves she felt. She then took deep breaths as she tried to settle her heart, and that worked to some degree. She collected her thoughts and as she walked to face the doors that led to the main hall, she straightened her dress and after adjusting her shoulders, she stood up straight and nodded to her mother to open the doors.
Alright, I'm ready.
Vegeta hated the flowers that decorated just about every inch of the large cathedral. He hated all the attention he got from Bulma's relatives that all grabbed and gushed at him for anything they could point out or reach on him. He especially hated having to invite Kakarot and his kin, all because they were some of Bulma's closet friends. He hated all the walking and dance practicing he was forced to do. He didn't think there was any reason he needed to be so focused on coordination, especially with eating. Why did he need a rehearsal dinner anyway? He's eaten dinners all his life. He didn't want to have to dance in front of such a large crowd of people, adding to the charade that was this whole circus show. It was all so over the top to him. Even for a prince, who was at least familiar with these kinds of important events. He was only 6 when everything went to hell on his planet, but he had been to several ceremonies and none had ever been this…flamboyant.
But when he watched Bulma make her way through the large doors and into the aisle, and the way she looked in that long, gossamer, white dress… it was as if he fell to Earth all over again. The air in the room was stolen from him, and he felt as though he was meeting with the very angel that was going to usher him into the afterlife.
"Bulma," Vegeta whispered softly, as if it was a prayer.
She heard his call even over their great distance and bowed her head to him shyly, smiling under the cover of her vail as the processional began and her father gently took hold of the crook in her arm.
Snaps of pictures were loud in the great hall as the media and hired photographers took photos of the moment, but Bulma drowned it all out as she looked at him, his black flame of hair complimented by the dark suit he stood in, and it was such a stark contrast from his typical attire, she couldn't help but marvel at how well he wore Earth attire.
Vegeta looked as calm as ever, hands clasped in front of him as he continued to watch his bride make her way down to meet him. But that was on the outside.
Inside – Vegeta was losing his cool rapidly. He was growing tired of all the eyes on them, wanting nothing more than to take his wife and toss the rest of the ceremony out the stained-glass window. But he persisted. For her.
Before he knew it, Bulma had made it to him at the front of the room, Chaps taking her hands and giving them to the Saiyan prince to hold with a smile, then backing away and finding his seat next to Panchy.
Vegeta had seen many devastating battles in his life. He'd seen and even done things that would cause his blushing bride to run away screaming from, hiding from him in terror. But as she looked up at him through those long, dark lashes, and demurely blushed at him from under her transparent covering, he was glad she was holding onto him because he felt he might actually faint.
He cleared his throat and mentally scolded himself. Get a grip. Focus on saying your vow.
After preparing himself, he kept his eyes on his wife, and she continued smiling back at him, trying not to gape at his own appearance.
To say he was gorgeous was an understatement. Her prince owned every bit of his namesake with his formal presentation, looking in every way as regal and elegant as if he were in royal Saiyan armor.
Vegeta remembered when they rehearsed for the groom to lift her veil and he quickly did so, uncovering her face and he was so overwhelmed with her appearance that he froze up, staring at her in awe.
You are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. It's official.
Bulma blushed, smiling wider than before, if that was possible.
Well, I am marrying a handsome prince. It's only appropriate we match, she replied, winking at him physically.
Vegeta did something that Bulma would have forever etched in her brain – he smiled a genuine smile. Not a smirk, or prideful sneer – but a genuine smile. And she would have swooned had it not been for his hands holding onto hers.
Now why don't you smile more often? It…suits you, she told him, taking a deep inhale.
Savor the moment, mate – other than you, I haven't found anything on this planet that brings me enough to joy to express it.
She blushed again and that's when she panicked.
Oh man, where is the priest at in the vows? searching worriedly in his eyes for an answer.
His smile lifted to a smirk now, not at all surprised at her.Don't forget to say, "I do" silly woman, he teased.
The priest held the small cushion with their wedding bands out for the couple as he began the last of their vows that they had almost missed because they were too busy wrapped up in their bond to care.
"Do you, Vegeta, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?"
"I do," he stated simply, still smirking at Bulma for sighing in relief at not missing her part of the vows.
"And do you, Bulma Olivia Briefs, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?" the priest asked.
"I do," she smiled lovingly, looking directly at Vegeta and giving him her full attention.
They both took opposite rings from the priest and placed them identically on the other's left hand.
"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Congratulations, you may now kiss the bride," the priest said with a smile as the couple shared their small but passionate kiss.
The next few hours were spent impatiently waiting for the moment the couple could finally step away and share their wedding night together, where Bulma could officially seal their connection by giving her spouse his matching mark and have a complete Saiyan bond. As soon as she bit him, there would be absolute unity and the bond would strengthen ten-fold.
Vegeta idly wondered what that would be like as he shared the second dance with his wife, after she was passed to him by her father from her father-daughter dance.
She would have an unobstructed view of the memories that were deeply protected at his core, images, flashbacks – the whole deal. Would she be able to handle it?
Of course, I will. We've come this far, haven't we? Bulma reassured him, hearing him accidently slip thoughts to her mentally, giving him a heartbreakingly beautiful smile, one that was so easy, he felt tempted to smile back. But thoughts weighed heavily on his mind, and he was steadily losing his patience, especially since they had already eaten, sharing their wedding cake and course after course of catered meals. He was at his limit – he wanted her now.
Vegeta went to grab himself a cup of ice water from the table, taking a break from frivolity to think on the night's latter events. Yamcha, doing some drinking of his own, thought that this would now be a great time to engage the newly wedded prince in serious conversation.
"Vegeta – can I say something to you?" Yamcha called from over at the table he shared with the other fighters.
Oh, just perfect, Vegeta thought with irritation as the weak warrior got up and jogged over to him.
"What is it, Yamcha?" he asked, saying his name with venom.
"I just wanted to congratulate you – you've come such a far way off from the Saiyan we met. It's crazy," Yamcha stated.
"It sounds like there is a 'but' in there somewhere," Vegeta deduced suspiciously, cocking an eyebrow.
Yamcha cleared his throat, "I'm glad you've changed, and Bulma seems happy with you. But that doesn't change who you are – you're still dangerous, and if you so much as hurt her-"
"Oh, I know your brain isn't slacking so much that it's allowing you to actually threaten me…?" Vegeta warned in a low growl.
"We'll be here to protect Bulma if you fall short, Vegeta. That's all I wanna say," the wolf warrior vowed.
"Mark me, you pathetic, worthless ingrate. I might tolerate you, but if I had my way, you would have died the very day I shot you out of the sky when you kidnapped my wife. There will be no 'falling short'. She will never be yours - ever again. She is my wife, mate, and mother to my heir – if you ever come against me with that kind of intimidation again – I'll make sure Bulma isn't around to stop me from incinerating your carcass and tossing your ashes into the wind. A Saiyan always protects his mate – always," as Vegeta finished his words, he realized his face was hot. He realized needed to calm down or he might cause a scene.
Yamcha was looking at the Saiyan apprehensively. The man could feel the Saiyan's anger, and it was best not to push him further. Yamcha realized he had consumed one too many glasses of champagne and after sharing a glare with the prince, Yamcha went to sit back down next to Tien and Piccolo.
Vegeta rolled his eyes angrily, feeling well past put-out with this ceremony and sought for his wife. He located her and said nothing as he picked her up in her big, flowy gown and began to carry her off the floor, walking briskly through the double doors of the reception hall, even as friends and family were calling their names.
"Wha-wait! We have to thank them and tell them all goodbye! Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed, not excited about being thrown over the shoulder of what appeared to be a very eager Saiyan husband.
Vegeta wasn't having any of her pleas; silently walking her out into the chilly autumn night.
"It's freezing! You could have at least let me grab a coat! Jeez," she groused, holding her arms as she tried to keep warm.
"Yes, well you and your – I'm sorry our family coerced me into participating in this wedding charade, all to prove the validity of our relationship to a planet full of humans whose opinions don't matter to me . I endured hours of discomfort, I think you can tolerate 10 minutes of it while I fly us home."
"You know what, you're an asshole but at least you make a good argument. Good for you - I'm still cold," she complained.
He set her down and took off his suit top, promptly setting it on her shoulders.
"There. Write them letters of your gratitude. We're going home, I'm tired of waiting," he told her and picked her back up, making his way in the direction of his destination. He took off from the ground and they were now in the air, flying back home to the quiet seclusion of the Capsule Corp property. He had his own surprise waiting for her in the GR.
"You know, I'm glad you're so open to sharing our family. It amazes me – A prince from an alien race, considering my dad his father-in-law…that's mind-boggling," Bulma mused.
"I consider it a matter of respect – I'm growing comfortable here, I might as well get used to human customs – even if I don't like them. Much like how you will have to assimilate on my planet. Although I'm going to say this right now – I have it easy compared to how you will have it – you can't just call my father 'dad'. He's the king of our race and it will be a miracle to get my people to accept you. My sympathies ahead of time…this isn't going to be easy," he told her solemnly.
She looked up at him, biting her lip, finding the thoughts of future events to be harder and harder to fathom, "I'm going to have to work at it, aren't I?"
Vegeta looked into her eyes with intensity and gave her a firm nod.
She was clinging tightly to his shirt, now trying to keep her face out of the cold wind by burying herself deeply into his chest. She felt safe in his arms, and now that he put an abrupt end to their wedding festivities for the day, she was looking forward to getting home and sharing the night with her husband.
"The Gravity Room…why are we here?" she asked as they touched back down in the yard, not feeling enthused about sharing such a romantic occasion in the room they work out in. He ignored her and opened the large metal door to reveal what he had put together inside.
"Don't give me all the credit, it was partly your parent's idea."
With the help of her augmented reality, the room was filled with lush trees, complete with hanging vines and the sounds of a far-off waterfall. Tropical birds flew over their head for further atmospheric effect. Bulma stood wide-eyed in her wedding dress, as she was still mesmerized by the technology that made this possible. She felt the humid air and smelled the sweet fragrance of wild orchids like they were really there in the middle of a rainforest, untouched by human hands.
In the middle of the simulated Amazonia was a large, king size bed, a huge, white down comforter covering the mattress and falling the canopy floor that was covered in rose petals.
"I told Panchy that the rose petals didn't make sense in the rainforest but she insisted on-"
He was cut off when Bulma pulled him into her arms, passionately delivering a scalding kiss, causing him to lose his balance and tumble to the ground, taking her with him as she peppered him with chaste kisses.
"I. Love. It!" she said through her kisses and he smiled, accepting her affection fervently as he reached for the pins in her hair to release her curls from their tight confinement. Her azure mane fell around her shoulders and curtained her face, covering one of her eyes as she smiled coquettishly. Her blue hair and pale skin made her a perfect fit in this tropical setting, for the jungle was as exotic as she was. He had never laid eyes on another being like her before, and it thrilled him that such a beautiful creature was all his, now in both Saiyan and Human context. She was perfection, and the only thing that would complete her appearance was the long white dress off her body and on the ground.
He pulled at the fabric around her chest, ready to rip her free from the material, but she stopped him.
"I want to save this dress, silly. I can't have you ripping it to shreds! Find the zipper," she said, gesturing to her back. He growled and did as she directed, finding the zipper and, as gently as his anticipation would allow, he pulled it down her slender back…revealing yet another layer of white fabric, much to his frustration.
"What is this covering for?" he scowled, irritated he still had to wait until she was revealed to him completely. They hadn't had sex since her transformation a month ago to ensure she would be okay and he was starved.
"It's lingerie – it's supposed to be sexy," she replied, feeling a little disappointed that he sounded unimpressed.
"It would look sexier on the ground – get it off, I don't need to peel layers off my mate. Besides, I'm already transfixed with what's underneath," he told her and after grabbing her and inhaling the delicate skin at her neck, he began leaving open-mouthed kisses on his mark, then in one pull, he managed to completely rip the garment from her torso, causing Bulma to gasp in shock.
"Hey!" she yelped.
"You weren't moving fast enough," he smirked, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed and she landed with a bounce.
He stalked towards her like she was his prey, watching her spread herself open to him to further tempt him to pounce on her, but now that he had her naked and waiting, he went at his own pace, wanting to savor every moment before the night was over. He wanted her to be well and truly fucked, reeking of his scent so that when they made it to Vegetasei, not a soul would question who she was to him.
"What happened to being impatient?" she taunted.
"Believe me, woman. I want to fuck you so hard right now, you won't be able to leave that bed for days. I'm still clothed, am I not?" he said, gesturing down to his attire. He began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, turning the game he was playing on its head, as he wanted her to beg for it just as much as he wanted to give it to her.
Her eyes glazed over with lust as she watched him strip himself of his undershirt, then his pants, leaving his underwear on as the last item to remove. Growing in her own impatience, she lunged forward, gripping the waistband of his boxer briefs and sliding them down quickly to join the growing pool of clothes. When she came back up, she put her arms around his neck and pulled him in to capture his lips.
"See how it feels?" he teased as he backs them up to the bed, making her legs hit the mattress and as she fell backwards, he went right over with her. She felt his length between their naked bodies and wanted nothing more than to bury him inside her, finally ridding herself of the ache their foreplay was creating.
They slid their way to the top of the bed, kissing and sucking their way over each other's skin as they went. Officially out of patience and ability to restrain his desire, Vegeta raised himself slightly to place his hand at her entrance, finding she was more than ready. He inserted himself slowly into her, kissing her deeply as he seated himself completely. She moaned his name carnally, biting into his right shoulder as she adjusted to his girth. He set a pace within her that had her holding on for dear life, giving way to her many moans and screams, all swallowed and silenced by Vegeta's hungry lips. Without warning, he flipped them over, Bulma now on top and Vegeta pulling her face to his for another scorching kiss, dipping his tongue in past her lips and tangling with hers. When she realized he still wasn't moving his lower half, she pulled back with a questioning expression.
He closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
"This is the only act of willing submission you will be getting from me tonight, so enjoy it while it lasts," he told her, laying his head down on the sheets. She rested above him for a moment, still full of him between her thighs.
Her heart still beat wildly in her chest as she appraised her husband in silence, taking in his form.
The powerful and mighty Saiyan prince was offering himself to her, laying his head to the side in submission so that she could give him her mark, matching the one he had previously given her several months prior. This act of surrendering had her motionless –she couldn't believe he was allowing his body to be branded by her mouth in such a way.
But this was what needed to be done.
She needed to complete their bond if they wanted to experience what it meant to be a pure Saiyan mated pair. As she hesitated, lost in the moment and her thoughts, Vegeta pulled her closer to him, putting her face right at his neck.
"What are you waiting for?" she heard him ask.
"Do it, Bulma."