Hey guys!

I have recently started watching DBS after a long hiatus of watching anything DB-related and the Vegebul feelings hit me really hard this time around! This is my first ever Vegebul fan fiction, so I am sorry if I said something that diverges from anything canon. Also, English isn't my first language so I am sorry if there are any grotesque mistakes.

This story is meant to be a fluffy, fun, romantic one. It was just an idea that popped in my head as I daydreamed about earlier Vegebul moments. It's not going to be a long story, I am thinking maybe 3-4 chapters.

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A Taste of your Lips - Chapter One

Bulma distractedly contained a yawn. The dim light in the room added to the soothing sound of the storm outside was making her drowsy after a long day of work. The romantic movie she had been watching had a cheesy and predictable plot but she was decided to watch it until the very end so she could see the couple finally get together.

Her muscles relaxed on the couch as she lay against a soft cushion. Her gaze should be on the TV but the corner of her eyes captured a sight she'd grown accustomed to in the last few months.

Vegeta sat on an armchair nearby, his posture stiff as always, flexed arms crossed in front of his chest as a mix of confusion and something that resembled repugnance lingered on his face.

Even though it wasn't the first time he was there, Bulma still hadn't gotten used to seeing him in a more social circumstance. She knew the guy would train twenty-four hours a day in the Gravity Room if he could but that was too much, even for a Saiyan. Even though he was the most focused creature she had ever encountered in her life, even Vegeta needed to get his mind off things from time to time. And she supposed that just like herself, he got lonely sometimes.

The Capsule Corp compound was a huge facility with a lot of people coming and going during the day. At nighttime, though, it often got eerily silent and quiet. It was hard not to feel isolated. Bulma's parents often retired to bed early, leaving her youngest daughter without many options for a company.

Not that Vegeta could be described as a promising companionship prospect, Bulma thought with an eye roll. He had been on Earth for six months, living in her home during each one of those days, and yet he barely made an effort to even say something pleasant or show gratitude. Lately, he'd acquired the habit of showing up in the third floor's large playroom where the Briefs kept many entertainment options, including a giant flat-screen television. Bulma liked to watch TV there every night after dinner and sometimes he would pop up and take a seat across from her without saying a word.

Bulma knew that the only reason he joined her a couple of times a week wasn't that he particularly liked her company - or anyone else's for that matter - but rather due to a suppressed curiosity about humans and their habits that could be mostly satisfied by watching television. Since he didn't have one in his room and was too proud to ask for it, silently joining her months after Bulma had given up trying to socialize him was his solution. That was the perfect way for Vegeta to learn a little more about the planet he was living in without actually having to go through the trouble of speaking to another human being. Bulma found it amusing, in a way. For a guy whose only purpose was to beat Goku and thought of himself as a superior being, maybe Vegeta was starting to like what the Earth had to offer.

"What?" She couldn't help but ask. On most evenings, they remained in silence because he didn't like taking part in conversations but today, Bulma just really needed to ask. "Why are you frowning like that? It's a romance movie, of course they are making out, what did you expect? A brawl?"

Vegeta remained silent for the following seconds, but his face still couldn't hide his discomfort. She didn't know if the movie scene or her sudden question had caused his reaction. Maybe both? Bulma couldn't be bothered to ask, so she just turned her eyes back to the screen.

The movie was just about to end and the main couple had just reconciled after cliche breakups throughout the plot. They were taking off their clothes in an intimate, sexy background. Bulma was wondering what he could possibly find so repulsive about that scene when it finally dawned on her.

"Oh, wow, you don't know what sex is, do you?" She quickly sat up on the couch with a burst of energy that contrasted with her drowsiness from just a few minutes before. "You probably think that the only reason two people would get on top of each other like that is to have a fight. That's why you look so confused."

"What?" Vegeta scoffed, looking at her with a scornful expression on his face. "Don't talk nonsense, Woman. Of course I know what they are doing."

Bulma smiled wickedly. He could tell she was doubting him.

"Believe what you want, I don't give a damn," Vegeta shook his head and crossed his arms again before looking back to the television, quickly disregarding her.

Bulma knew she should be angry with his dismissive rudeness but she was too amused to care about it. Up until now, she had avoided thinking about Vegeta in any context that was sex-related, much due to the physical attraction he had made her feel from the instant they'd met. It was silly and Bulma didn't make much of it. It was never going to happen. He was an actual alien, not to mention he'd almost killed her once. She certainly could do better. Plus, she'd been attracted to other guys before, even if Yamcha had been the only guy she'd actually done the deed with. In most cases, the infatuation didn't last very long. She didn't see why it would be different this time around.

But she had to admit… Seeing him react to a couple having sex with so much awkwardness was just too good a temptation to not provoke him about it.

"Okay, so you know what they are doing," Bulma glanced at the screen where the couple was panting after an orgasm, both naked beneath the bed covers, "but have you actually done it?" She asked with a mischievous grin, loving to see him look so tortured.

"That's none of your concern."

"I knew it!" She chuckled. "Oh, wow, Prince Vegeta, the Virgin. Who would have guessed…"

"I am not a virgin!" He chided, hating that he was falling to her provocation.

"Oh yeah?" She smiled provocatively, having way too much fun, "who did you have sex with, then?"

Vegeta was quiet for a moment and Bulma could tell the light atmosphere between them suddenly changed. He opened his mouth, hesitated, and closed it again. Only after what felt like forever he finally spoke again.

"I don't know their names," he mumbled in a low voice, looking at the television to avoid her gaze.

Bulma took her time processing the information. Their names. Okay, so there had been more than one, then? For some reason, she found that difficult to believe, from a rational standpoint. But there was something about his body language and the mysterious tone in his voice that made her inclined to think he was actually telling the truth.

"Their names, huh?" Bulma tried to bring back some of the earlier bantering in the hopes of making things lighter between them again. Whether she liked it or not, Vegeta was the only other person in her house she could actually socialize with, and she missed hanging out with people. "So there's been more than one. What a stud."

"I don't know what that word means," he said between his teeth, his eyes still turned to the television. He didn't like to think about the times when he still worked for Frieza. The majority of his time and energy had been dedicated to battle, but like any other adult being, nature's call for reproduction had sparked certain physical needs that arose after adolescence. Even though he was technically a slave, Vegeta was still the Prince of all Saiyans, the strongest race in the universe. For some reason, most females from the many species he'd been around seemed to find that irresistible. They pretty much offered themselves to him, and Vegeta would happily share their mattress for one hour or so in seek of physical relief. "The females came to me with a very specific goal in mind. I didn't need to know their names to…"

"Okay, I got it. You've had sex," Bulma interrupted him. He was right, it was none of her concern. But her mind was just too curious to drop the subject entirely. "But aren't all Saiyan women like… gone?"

"Yes, so what?" Vegeta said unaffectedly. "Use your head, Woman. Do you think your species and mine are the only ones with this shape and physical structure?"

He clearly meant their humanoid form and Bulma shrugged. It made sense that in a universe as vast as the one they lived in, other planets had beings who looked like them. Saiyans and humans differed in a lot of aspects but physical appearance wasn't of them. And judging by Gohan's existence, they were compatible to the point of actually being able to reproduce. It was only fair to assume other races out there were a match, as well.

Silence was reestablished. The movie was over within a few minutes, and the credits were rolling by when Bulma caught sight of him getting up, obviously intending to leave. He was just about to get to the door when she impulsively fired the question.

"If sex isn't a new concept to you," Bulma tried to phrase her words very carefully so he wouldn't feel insulted, "then why did you look so disgusted a few minutes ago?"

Vegeta's face turned red and she had to contain her laughter. She loved how easy it was to get him worked up.

"I wasn't disgusted," he answered. She noticed his jaw was hardened and he was making an effort not to give too much away with his tone. "I was just having a hard time understanding why those two people were breathing so close to each other, especially when it looked like it wasn't that comfortable. I've never seen that before."

"Breathing so clos… Wait, what? Do you mean, the kiss?" Bulma threw her head back in a fit of laughter. He looked even more infuriated, so she knew she was right. "You didn't understand it?" She frowned. "What the hell, don't Saiyans kiss one another?"

Vegeta shrugged. His eyes closed as he familiarly puffed his chest proudly.

"Saiyans don't waste time with things that don't make sense or don't make them stronger," he reported. "That's why this conversation is over. I am going to rest now."

"You've never kissed a girl," Bulma concluded, biting her lower lip in amusement. She didn't know whether to find it hilarious or saddening. How come someone could have had sex already but not kissed their lover? That was so weird.

She expected Vegeta to say something insulting in return, but by the time she made sense of things, he had already left.

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I would love to read what you guys thought about the chapter and if this is worth a second installment :) Constructive criticism is always welcome too. Cheers!