Author's Note:

HAPPY VEGEBUL DAY!

This story completely got away from me.

Hope you enjoy my ramblings!

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"I thought you were a genius, scientist. What do you mean you can't fix it?!"

"I am a genius scientist! But that does not mean I can materialize parts out of thin air!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta. She was already frustrated that her car had broken down, she didn't need him nagging at her right now too.

"I'll just fly us back to the compound, then."

"No! You know I hate flying."

"Then what the hell are we suppose to do, woman?" Vegeta was beyond annoyed. He had half a mind to just leave her here and head back to the compound by himself. But for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He hadn't even wanted to come along in the first place. But it was either accompany the vulgar woman on her trip into town or stay behind with the woman's mother. In his mind, he had chosen the lesser of two evils. He had offered to fly them, but Bulma had gotten in his face about being inconspicuous and not drawing attention to themselves. Because apparently an alien seen flying was too much for the patrons of West City to handle. So he had begrudgingly sat in her tiny car as she drove them around.

Now Vegeta knew he should've just picked the woman up and flown so this whole problem could've been avoided. Because now they were stuck in an avenue full of small shops bustling with people. Not to mention it was getting dark and he was getting hungry.

"So what now, woman?" He griped.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Come on. It's already late. Let's go see if we can find a hotel somewhere." She started down the cobblestone street and he reluctantly followed.

The shopping district they had come to was very quaint, full of boutiques, artisan crafts, and family owned restaurants. She saw a lit up sign advertising vacancies just ahead and began making her way closer. She stopped in front of a small inn set inside what looked similar to an old townhouse or brownstone. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, she and Vegeta stepped into a dimly lit entryway. An older woman sitting behind the front desk smiled at them as they approached.

"Hi, would you happen to have some rooms available?" Bulma asked sweetly.

"Just let me double check the books, dear," the lady said, flipping through the pages of the check-in log.

Bulma doubted this place even had wifi, let alone a computer system. It was like it was trapped in time, a little place for those who wanted to unplug from the world for a bit. Bulma couldn't help but smile at the idea of it all. Then she caught the annoyed look of Vegeta standing stoically beside her and her smile fell. He sure does know how to ruin a mood, she thought to herself.

"Well, dear, it looks like we only have one room available at the moment. A double."

"Oh, that's great. We'll book it!"

The woman handed Bulma the key and instructed them to the stairs for the third floor.

"I'd show you myself, but I just can't make it up those steps much anymore."

"Oh, that's okay. I'm sure we can find our way. Thanks again!"

As they headed for the staircase, Vegeta scowled. He had seen a whole other side to the woman today. She was kind and polite to the shopkeepers she interacted with. She had even bought a little kid an ice cream cone earlier when he didn't have enough money on him. Vegeta had never really seen her around anyone besides her family or friends. And she was always yelling at them or him. He had no idea she could be this nice.

They made it to the third floor. "There. Room 304."

Bulma unlocked it and pushed open the door. It creaked faintly. She was surprised at how large the room was. It looked to be a suite. Upon coming through the door, they immediately entered a small sitting area. The room was done in pastel yellows and was very homie and bright. She made her way over to the window and looked out at the sunset slowly turning more and more purple. She felt insanely content at the moment. But of course her companion had to go and ruin it once again.

"Woman! Get in here!"

Vegeta had wandered into the bedroom and sounded none too pleased. Bulma rolled her eyes but made her way over. As Bulma walked through the door she came to a sudden stop, her eyes growing wide. She now understood Vegeta's tone.

When the old lady had said double, Bulma had taken it to mean multiple beds. But instead of seeing two twin beds in front of her, there was only one double bed taking up the majority of the room. She had already resigned herself to sharing a room with Vegeta. She already shared a house with him, so it shouldn't have been a big deal. But she was not to the point where she was okay to share a bed with him. Bulma brushed off the initial shock and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, I guess this just means you're sleeping on the floor then," she told Vegeta.

"Like hell, woman!"

"You're a big, strong alien warrior. You're telling me you've never had to sleep on the ground before?"

He had, in fact, slept on the ground many times in his past. But he wasn't about to let the woman have this over on him. He stuck his nose up in the air and said, "I'm a Prince. I lived in luxury or on ships. But I am not going to sleep on the floor like a damn dog!"

"Then sleep in the chair for all I care," Bulma stated, moving to go check out the bathroom.

Before she could take another step, Vegeta had his hand on her arm in a tight, but not painful, grip. Bulma stared daggers at him. He stepped up closer to her. He knew he would have to reason with her somehow. She didn't take too kindly to demands, but perhaps a compromise would work to limit the yelling. He released her arm. Bulma ignored the tingly sensation she felt from where his hand had been.

"Fine. We share the bed," he said, crossing his own arms.

"What?!" Bulma didn't think she had heard him right. Never in a million years would she have thought Vegeta would suggest sharing anything. She'd once seen him eat an entire roast pig by himself and told everyone else to get their own.

"Kami, stop screeching!"

Bulma stared at him, still feeling like he was joking. "What do you mean share the bed?"

It was Vegeta's turn to roll his eyes. He spoke slowly, "it means, I sleep on one side and you sleep on the other. Tsch. And you call yourself a genius."

Bulma had to fight the urge to smack him. She'd only be breaking her own hand, anyways. What was his motive? Did he even have one? She didn't think Vegeta even knew what sex was, honestly. And she didn't seem able to outright refuse, unless she wanted to explain why. And she couldn't very well say it's because she hadn't shared a bed with a man in months and sleeping in the same bed could lead to them fucking like that stupid trope implies. That was just too embarrassing. And it would lead Vegeta to believe she thought about him in that way. And she most certainly did not.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm going to take a bath," she finally agreed, storming off in the direction of the en suite bathroom. Vegeta smirked to himself, happy he won without much argument.

When she exited the bathroom in her robe half an hour later, Vegeta was already laying in bed with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. She could tell he had no shirt on, but the rest of him was covered by the duvet. She ignored him and made her way into the sitting room where she had left some of the shopping bags she had brought along. She rifled through until she found the pair of pajamas she had bought earlier, blushing a little realizing just how revealing they really were. She squared her shoulders. Why should I care? It's only Vegeta. She doubted he'd even notice. She slipped on the satin sleep shorts and matching tank top then made her way back into the bedroom to try and sleep. It'd been far too eventful of a day.

As she walked back in, Vegeta casually opened an eye. He internally flinched when he noticed the outfit the woman had on. He was used to her wearing skimpy clothes around the compound, but there he could easily avoid her. It was hard to avoid someone when in such close quarters. He was starting to question his compromise of sharing a bed with the woman.

Bulma got under the covers and reached over to turn out the lamp. She laid on her side and pulled out her phone. She had already texted her mother that she and Vegeta were staying at a hotel for the night, to which she replied with 'kk you kids have fun [winky face]' She didn't understand her mother's incessant need to try and hook her up with Vegeta. Both of her parents loved him and she just didn't understand why. It's not like he was nice to them. Was she really that much of a lost cause her parents had to pin all their hopes for her on a damn alien hell bent on destroying the planet?

A quiet knock on the door pulled Bulma from her introspection. They knocked again and the person on the other side called, "room service."

Bulma's face screwed up in confusion. She flicked the light back on and turned to Vegeta. "Did you order something?"

"Yes," he stated, tossing a menu at her.

"What'd you order?"

"Everything."

"Everything?" Bulma guessed she shouldn't be surprised. Of course a Saiyan would order one of everything off the menu. She was more shocked he even knew how to order and the fact that he did it himself without pestering her about it. "Well, are you gonna get up and go answer the door?"

"You get it. I don't like people. Just give me my food."

"You pompous ass," she grumbled at him as she got up to retrieve the food. "I get to have some of what you ordered too since you're too lazy to get up and get it yourself." He just huffed in response.

Bulma ignored the shocked look of the young staff member when she opened the door. He pushed in two carts laden with various trays. She instructed him to leave them in the bedroom as she went to grab some cash. When he returned, he looked almost crestfallen. She ignored that too. She tipped him well, gave him a kind smile, and he was practically tripping over himself as he walked out the door.

She walked back into the bedroom so see Vegeta already eating steak and potatoes. She lifted one of the cloches, excited to see homemade lasagna. She hadn't realized how starved she was. She sat back on the bed to enjoy her meal. She couldn't help the moan that escaped as she took her first bite. Little places like this always had the best food!

Vegeta glanced at her from the corner of his eye as she moaned around her lasagna. The sound reverberated in his chest and made him feel odd. He ignored the sensation and grabbed another plate of food.

"They even brought chocolate covered strawberries!" Bulma noticed excitedly, as she sat her empty plate back on the tray.

Vegeta once again felt that sensation from before as he watched Bulma eat a strawberry and moan. But this time he finally figured out what that feeling was. And it annoyed him. Vulgar woman. He had spent years traveling the galaxy and never, not once, had a woman aroused his interest just by making a simple sound. He never really paid attention to the whores he'd screwed in the past. He had only seen them as stress relief. But Bulma... Now the added sexual frustration had him feeling even more aggravated.

Bulma caught him staring. "What?" She said around the strawberry she was currently biting into.

Without thinking, Vegeta found himself leaning forward and swiping his thumb over the bluenette's lower lip. He pulled back and simply explained, "you had chocolate on your face."

Bulma froze. She stared at him as if he had just grown a second head. Vegeta's cheeks started to pink at her intense gawking.

"What, woman?"

Bulma averted her eyes. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she was struggling to swallow. Vegeta had never really touched her before today. They would usually bicker from across the room. But he had grabbed her arm earlier and now this. So many questions were swimming around Bulma's head. She didn't know how to take this. And why did it make her feel this way? Had she really gone without sex for so long that she was becoming attracted to her emotionally stunted alien houseguest? Of course she could admit that Vegeta was easy on the eyes. She'd have to be blind not to see that. And even if she were, that deep voice of his just screamed sexy. What the hell am I thinking! she shouted at herself for her train of thought. She was becoming overwhelmed and just wanted to shut off her brain for a bit.

"Okay," she stated suddenly, "well, I'm ready for bed so I'm turning out the light." She reached over and switched the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. She laid on her side, her back toward Vegeta.

Turning the light off did not help the situation. The air seemed to change, becoming more static. Bulma didn't know if this was all in her head or not. She tried to steady her breathing. She was a strong, confident woman. Why they hell was she freaking out like a shy teenager?

"Woman," Vegeta said in the darkness. "Turn that light back on."

"What? Afraid of the dark?" She quipped. Comments like that were automatic from her at this point.

Before she could move, she felt Vegeta lean over her and switch the lamp on. He stayed hovering above her as she looked up at his face with wide eyes. He gazed back, taking in her dilated pupils and flushed skin. He didn't know what had come over him. It's like his body was moving on autopilot, his brain having disconnected so he could no longer make rational, sane decisions. All he knew was that his body craved her. And as he watched her roll onto her back beneath him, he couldn't stop the hand that came up and caressed her cheek.

Bulma's heart was in her throat. She didn't know what was happening. It was like her brain finally shut off and her body took over on its own. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted as Vegeta ran his thumb along her neck. She was breathing hard as he touched her. She could feel his breath tickle her cheek, evidence that he'd leaned in closer. Is he about to kiss me? she wondered. She wasn't turned off by the thought. The opposite, in fact.

"Bulma," Vegeta said, her name coming out throaty.

Bulma's eyes flew open at the sound of his gravelly voice whispering her name. Blue eyes met black and she realized just how close their faces really were. She gasped at the proximity. Then all of a sudden, his lips were on hers and she was wrapping her arms around his neck, her hands slipping into his hair.

Vegeta maneuvered his body completely over Bulma. She felt so small beneath him and somewhere in the back of his head reminded him that he'd have to be gentle with her. But the forefront of his mind was consumed by the feeling of her lips against his, her fingers scratching at his scalp, and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Bulma locked her ankles around Vegeta's hips. And in doing so she noticed something.

"Vegeta," she said, her voice coming out ragged sounding.

Vegeta grunted as he moved to kiss along her neck, his hands roaming over her body. Bulma couldn't voice her earlier concern, the feel of his rough hands kneading the backs of her thighs sending her thoughts elsewhere. She let out a quiet huff as he lightly thrusted against her covered core. Her legs tightened around him and she brought his lips back up to hers.

Vegeta found the elastic to Bulma's pajama bottoms and pulled. The sound of ripping cloth filled the air.

"I just bought those," Bulma whined without venom.

"Buy more tomorrow," Vegeta responded as he ripped her top off her too.

Bulma groaned at the sudden skin to skin contact. She could feel Vegeta's erection between her legs and was reminded of her earlier question for him. Because apparently, Vegeta slept naked. At this moment in time, she was thankful for that, although she had a feeling she'd be thinking differently once the sex-crazed fog lifted. She gave an involuntary thrust upwards, rubbing herself along his shaft. The satisfying moan he let out made her smirk.

"Fuck, woman."

Vegeta could feel her wet heat against his cock. He was so ungodly hard at the moment it was almost painful. And the woman rubbing herself against him was driving him insane. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock.

"You ready for me, woman?" He gruffed seductively in her ear.

"Yes!"

Vegeta lined himself up with Bulma's entrance, easily sliding into her tight pussy. He stopped breathing as he became surrounded by her warmth. Bulma was squeezing him so tightly as he sheathed himself completely inside her. His forehead fell against hers as he shuddered in ecstasy. He couldn't remember ever fucking someone face to face before. The experience was otherworldly.

He looked down at the woman below him. Her aqua hair was fanned out across the pillow. Her face was contorted in pleasure, her mouth open and her eyes shut tight. He could feel her fluttering around him as he stilled. She slowly opened her eyes.

"Vegeta..."

He was confused by the feeling in his chest. And being the emotionally stunted man that he was, he ignored it and leaned on his forearms as he began to move. He buried his face in the space between Bulma's neck and shoulders, nibbling at her pulse point as he pulled out almost completely before plunging back in.

Bulma let out a loud moan as Vegeta set a punishing rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust. Her body was singing. It's been so long since I've felt like this, she thought as she tightened her hold on Vegeta, her nails scratching down his back.

The sounds of their grunts and bodies moving together filled the room. Bulma could feel the familiar pull in her lower belly. She rarely came by just penetration alone, but Vegeta's thrusts were driving her closer and closer to that edge.

"Vegeta!"

She felt her body uncoil. She grabbed at Vegeta's shoulders and she screamed out her release. She felt him give a few more quick thrusts before she heard his satisfied moan and felt him empty himself inside her, the warm sensation making her mewl in contentment.

Vegeta felt his body go limp. He struggled to not crush the woman. He slowly pulled out and flopped on his back. They both laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch their breaths. Vegeta didn't know if he was suppose to say something. Bulma was speechless as well. Here they were, having just had the best sex of their lives, and suddenly the repercussions of their actions started to weigh on them.

Bulma stood silently and went to go clean herself up in the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was frazzled, her skin still flushed, and she noticed a few love bites starting to blossom on her neck and breasts. She certainly enjoyed what had just transpired. But she was concerned what this would do to Vegeta. Bulma wasn't usually a one-and-done kind of girl. And she was afraid Vegeta would ignore her now.

She left the bathroom before her thoughts got away from her. She returned to the bedroom to see Vegeta with his arms behind his head and still staring at the ceiling. She slid back into bed and pulled the covers up to her neck. She felt extremely nervous and shy, something she had never felt around him before. She turned her head to look at him, taking in his angular features. Suddenly, he tuned his head too, meeting her eyes.

"Say something," she whispered meekly.

Vegeta was surprised. He wasn't used to seeing the woman like this. Usually she was boastful and loud. But seeing her docile and quiet unnerved him more than it probably should. He turned his eyes back to the ceiling. He had been contemplating what he was going to say while she was in the bathroom. He hated to admit it, but he rather enjoyed their previous activity. He can't remember sex ever feeling that good in the past. And if he had to resign himself to this planet for the time being, he couldn't think of a more enjoyable way to pass the time that he didn't spend training. He only wondered what her reaction to such a suggestion would be.

"I wouldn't mind... making this a regular occurrence," he finally said, avoiding looking at her as he spoke. He heard her gasp and involuntarily turned back her way.

Her eyes were wide with shock. Bulma once again didn't think she heard him correctly. "You want to keep having sex with me?"

He turned away once more, giving a simple answer of, "yes."

Bulma looked back up at the ceiling. She thought him suggesting they share a bed was the most shocking thing she'd heard from him. But this was different. She couldn't help herself from thinking that this meant he actually felt something for her and was just too stubborn to express his feelings with words. But then she smiled. Because if anyone could bend men to their will, it was her. She had accepted that she had feelings for Vegeta while she was in the bathroom. And she was only too happy to use sex as a way to help him realize his own for her.

"Okay."

Vegeta sat up suddenly and stared at her. She met his gaze.

"Really?"

Bulma giggled. The sound made Vegeta's chest tighten. "Yeah," she said. She leaned up and put her hand over his heart. "I can't turn down an offer like that from a man with muscles like these," she explained cheekily.

Vegeta gripped her wrist. He could feel her pulse quicken at his touch. It made him smirk. He pulled her to him until she was laying in his lap. He ran his knuckles against her sternum and watched her breath catch. "You ready for round two then, woman?" Bulma swallowed, but her body was already tingling with excitement at his proposition. It made her wonder what other things he'd have in store for her with their 'arrangement.' She slowly nodded her head.

Morning came too soon. Bulma woke from her dream with a start. She was laying on Vegeta's chest and was surprised to feel his fingers rubbing soft circles into her naked back. She lifted her head to look at him. He just smirked and she returned it with her own smile.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him. She could feel the pleasant soreness between her legs and her muscles ached in a way she hadn't felt in quite some time.

"Fine."

Bulma laid her head back down, knowing that that was all she was going to get from him at the moment. But it didn't make her feel any less happy. A thought suddenly occurred to her.

"I can't believe you thought it was okay to sleep naked in a bed next me. Especially when we initially weren't intending to have sex."

"I get hot in my sleep and clothes are restricting. Besides," he gave a playful squeeze of her thigh, "it made it easier to fuck you, didn't it?"

Bulma just rolled her eyes. She felt extremely tired from their long evening and multiple rounds of sex. But she also felt content, happy to be close to another person again. And she vaguely wondered if she felt this happy because she was with Vegeta. She snuggled up closer to him, determined for this newfound closeness between them not to end once they left this room. Even if he had already told her he wanted to keep sleeping with her, she didn't want to chance it.

But Bulma's worries were put to rest when, night after night, Vegeta would come to her room. They soon got to the point where he would be waiting for her in her bed when she'd return from the lab. Their relationship was still in the beginning stages, but Bulma felt a change in Vegeta. He was less gruff with her. Even their sex seemed more loving than that of two people just fucking.

Bulma found herself smiling often, thanking the heavens for her car breaking down that day. And for that one double bed in that quaint little inn. And for Vegeta's suggestion at a compromise.

A/N:

I apologize if the pacing seems a little weird. This fic really did have a mind of its own.