"So, why are we here?"

Back in the hotel room and floating at the top of the large tub, Bulma had her arms crossed over the edge as she looked down at the saiyan prince below. He was standing on the tiled floor, pulling off his spandex as he readied to join her. "What do you mean?"

"This place is pretty, but it doesn't seem any better than Earth. Not to mention you've been on edge since we got here... So, why did we come?"

Her cheeks were pink from the heat of the water, and she watched as Vegeta kicked off the remaining of his clothes. Naked and marvelous, he ignored the ladder that lead to the bathtub, and began to hover up through the air instead. He stopped when he was eye level with her, his trademark scowl lining his lips as he stared. "You think I have been on edge tonight?"

"You were acting more like yourself after we ate, sure, but before..." She blinked innocently, unwilling to feel intimidation from the prince's cold-eyed bluff. "… Don't act like you didn't tell me relentlessly that I need to make sure I don't show weakness..."

"And what happened when you did?" He broke eye contact as he began to lower into the water.

"We know what happened, and it was horrible. You acted like you were expecting something like that. So why are we even here?"

"To visit." Floating right behind her, Vegeta pulled her in. He let out a deep sigh when he felt their sopping flesh brush against one another. "I thought you'd like to see where I spent all my free time before we met."

"It just seems so lonely..." The Bluehead bit her lip as Vegeta rested his chin atop her sweaty head. His chest pressing against the heat of her back, she frowned thoughtfully when all he did was offer a grumble in response. Was his lack of denial an unspoken agreement with her?

She thought so.

The Bluehead hadn't completely hated her night. She'd ended up enjoying her evening out, especially when she started fishing through the clothing racks of the boutiques Vegeta had taken her to. The saiyan had stood by and watched with boredom as Bulma squealed her way through each aisle. She was fawned over and complimented by attentive shop-owners, as she loaded their arms with items she intended to buy. The shopkeepers weren't stingy in their adoration, enthusiastic comments on how flattering a piece of cloth would be on her flawless figure, and yet all of their words came out more as a desperate plea to stay alive than genuine compliments... In the short time that Bulma had spent here, the societal message had wrung loud and clear.

Only the strong survived.

Where was the fear or concern over the man who had been killed at the pub? Everyone had been so terrified to see Vegeta in his rage, but it had all been out of self-interest. As soon as the onlookers realized he wasn't going to turn on any of them, they went back to their activities without so much as a glance at the man who had been butchered in front of their very eyes. The man had obviously not been good in his intentions - but to have no concern for him at all? Bulma had been the one he'd targeted, yet even she had been rattled by such a thing!

And even the attendant of the hotel had spoken to Bulma with so much contempt when they first met. Her attempts at kindness and amicability only seemed to frustrate that slimy little squid, and it was obvious that she was looked at as nothing more than weak and stupid. It seemed that everyone existed on this planet with an "every man for himself" mentality, and that thought made her jaw clench as the Bluehead gulped. How bleak that must feel, to live for years in such a callous way. Even when Vegeta had been away from Frieza, he had still been surrounded by so much hostility.

It could easily be enough to drive a person mad!

"You're upset." The saiyan commented, his face moving away from Bulma's hair. She felt as his arms loosened from around her frame, giving her clearance to turn and look into his eyes. Black irises peered into her own, and she took in the thoughtful lines that formed on his forehead as his eyebrows furrowed with consideration. She knew he was surprised at her sudden change of air. By the time the evening had come to an end, the Bluehead had started acting more like herself again, so of course he would be confused that her mood had shifted so suddenly...

She wanted to tell him her thoughts, and that she was thinking of Vegeta's past with a new perspective. Bulma wanted to hug him as she commented on how awful he must have felt back then, but she knew he'd only take that as patronizing. So, instead, she kept it to herself. And she smiled as she put a hand to his cheek, and then she said "I'm glad you're here to keep me out of trouble. I'd already be doomed it I was in this alone."

Putting his hand up to grasp her own, the look in Vegeta's eyes grew even deeper. "That's a key point..." He replied. "...You aren't alone."

'Neither are you,' She wanted to say, but his lips beat her as he pulled her into his embrace. After such an unusual day, Bulma was completely exhausted, but now the sensation of his touch was working to wake her, better than caffeine.

He had pulled away from the kiss so he could nudge his face into her neck instead, and Vegeta carefully started pushing her until her back was against the wall of the giant tub.

"Remember what I promised earlier?" She sighed, her fingers reaching for the saiyan's damp hair. "I told you I would please my prince..."

"You did..." His voice was deep as it rumbled through the skin of her shoulder, his teeth nipping her clavicle as he worked.

"… And you really are my prince…" She gasped, her nails tracing through his scalp.

His hands had been around her waist, holding her carefully above the water, but he was now starting to slowly drag one further down her body. "Hm," Vegeta growled, enjoying the sound of her sharpening breaths. Out of all the times he had reminded her of his bloodline, she almost always had a sarcastic comeback to throw at him about the fact that he was a prince. It was like a game to them, and her lack of intimidation to his wordy snaps usually worked to turn him on.

This time, however, might have very well been the first time she was being so submissive about it. Instead of talking back or challenging his authority, she was doing the opposite! Cooing that word, honoring his rightful status. She was giving his ego something he didn't realize he needed from her so bad, and now he was eager to see how far she would go.

"Who am I?" He leaned to the lobe of her ear as he growled, his finger stroking her nether lips as she moaned.

"Oh gods, Vegeta..."

"Don't play coy, now, Bulma... You knew who I was a second ago!" His thumb pressed into her soft lips even harder, teasing the spot that hid her sensitive clit.

"Ah!" She hissed, her hands dropped to his shoulder blades as a jolt of electricity ran through her body. She understood what he meant now, she knew what he wanted to hear. "Prince Vegeta!"

"Good girl..." His fingers finally slid through her slit, his thumb circling over her sensitive nub. "That is my proper title, is it not?"

"Of course," Her head was rolling, eyelids fluttered shut. "Your strength, mind, and looks... They're only suiting for a prince..."

"And who are you?" His index and middle fingers teased at her entrance, while his thumb continued massaging her clit.

"I am yours!" She gasped, bucking her hips towards his hands, but his fingers refused to enter. "I am here for you, to do anything you wish."

"Anything?" She could feel his smirk when he kissed her, his tongue curling against her own as he furiously explored her mouth. Both hands were clutching her face now as he worked, and Bulma could feel the urge of his erection as it dug into her lower stomach. He was driving it into her, allowing her to gasp and squirm as she attempted to meet his thrusts. Yet she couldn't – for he was holding himself too high for their nether regions to touch, and he merely continued grinding himself against her belly as she gasped.

She was starting to feel impatient, and Bulma used Vegeta's shoulders for leverage to try and lift herself high enough for her core to rub against his pulsing manhood. But he grabbed her by the wrist, holding her in place to prevent her from doing such a thing. "Ah-ah." He tsked. "This is my time, remember? I shall do whatever I desire."

"Which is?"

"That is for me to know..." He started to lift them from the tub, raising his ki to dry them both off as they moved. "… And you to find out."

They were completely dry before their feet touched ground, and the saiyan walked Bulma to the far end of the bathroom. He spun her, so that she was facing away, and the Bluehead was staring out through the glass wall at the city below. Vegeta grabbed her by the chin then, pulling her head back against his shoulder so he could lay a kiss on her jawline. Bulma gasped, her senses overwhelmed, curling into his touch. "Veg-"

"No." His hand ran down her side, landing a slap on her hip. It was rough enough to be intoxicating, yet gentle enough to ensure that she wouldn't be hurt from the action, and it made her moan even louder. His hard cock was digging into her ass, his hot breath unrelenting near her ear. She corrected, biting her lip as his other hand drew to her breast. "Prince Vegeta..."

"That's better."

"Please-"

"Do you see all that is out there?" He interrupted. His hand had moved down and was stroking her silky folds as he spoke, causing her to quiver breathlessly as he continued. "All of that land? The people?"

"Ah!" She jumped when his thumb hit her clitoris again, though she couldn't move much under his hold. "Yes!"

"That is all mine, Woman. Mine." His tongue flicked against the skin under her ear as he fingered her. "I could rule this world if I wanted to… I could have every soul groveling at my boots, and you know it..."

Then he pulled her away, moving so fast that all surroundings became a blur. The next thing Bulma knew, she was laying flat on the bed. The only light in the room was flowing out from the bathroom. The shrubbery and flowers of the room branched above them, a dark blossoming canopy as he stood over her. Chest heaving, she stared, his large and muscular shadow towering as he slowly climbed on the bed. Biting her bottom lip, she opened her legs to encourage the prince's actions, but he did not oblige.

He crawled between her inviting thighs, but refused to lower himself down onto her body. Propped on his arms as he held himself above her, his face only a shadow in the dim light. His breath was a cool breeze on her flushed skin. He was still, as if staring at her, as if he could see her clearly in the hazy light. Yet for Bulma it was too dark for her to make out any of his distinct features…

"Do you want it?"

Oh, she had to smirk at that. His little game was just beginning, and clearly he wasn't ready to finish playing anytime soon. Bulma reached out, her fingers coming into contact with the small wiry hairs lining his lower stomach. She smoothed her hands further down his body, a low purr in the back of her throat as she went.

When her fingers found the silky skin of his shaft, she heard his breath hitch, and his arms stiffened at her sides. The Bluehead's smirk broke into a full smile as her hand grew wet from the drops of excitement that had formed at his tip. Her grasp curled around his thick member, and slowly she buffed her way down to his base, moistening it as she worked.

"Just rubbing you feels so good..." She breathed, enjoying the sounds of his groans as she pumped his cock slick. "...My prince."

He had already been hard enough, but now he was growing larger, even as she worked. His hips were carefully bucking against her movements, and she imagined the expression he must surely be wearing on his face. His eyes were most definitely closed, and he was likely grinding his teeth into his lip as his grasp on the mattress tightened. There was moisture building between Bulma's thighs as she imagined it, his disgruntled groans making her desires almost unbearable.

"Do you want it?" He repeated, this time his voice came out with strain.

"Yes-" She moaned, her hand still steady in its rhythm. "-Oh, Prince Vegeta! Please!"

He shifted then, pulling himself out from her hold. The way he moved told the Bluehead that he still wasn't going to offer her what she was asking for. Yet she wasn't disappointed, and she adjusted her position to meet him as he found a spot just above her chest.

"Then take it."

Something hard pressed into her chin, the soft warmth of liquid spreading on her skin. The Bluehead quickly inhaled the salty scent of his awaiting manhood, still dripping with precum as he sighed above her. It wasn't until fairly recently that Bulma had consoled Vegeta into allowing her more control in the bedroom. It had taken the promise that she wouldn't hold it against him if he accidentally went mad with lust and injured her, as well as the security of having a bag of senzu beans stored in the bedside table. Only then did he finally accept her requests to have more participation in the foreplay, and she quickly taught him to regret waiting as long as he had. Now, months later, he was more comfortable to let her "play" with him than ever, and she really cherished these moments of hot and sweaty need...

"You said you wanted it." His tip traced over her lips as he expertly moved in the dark. Bulma hadn't seen it coming, but she enjoyed the aspect of surprise that the lack of light in the room provided. She nodded, her lips brushing the tender head of his cock. This inspired a groan from her man as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft again. "I can't wait to show my love to my prince..." She cooed, before raising her head to slowly bring him into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" He gasped, carefully lowering his hips to sink deeper into her mouth. His fist curled deeper into the bed, his lips parting. The way she always held his thick shaft, flicking her wrist in swirls as her lips worked, had his knees weak in an instant. "Fuck, Bulma…"

She offered a muffled moan in response, gulping down the precum that was filling her mouth as she licked. She now had half of him in her mouth, tongue circling the thickness of his erection, and he was tasting so good.

"Do you like it?" He growled, bucking his hips again.

"Mm-hmm…"

Kami – the fact that her voice was so muffled turned him on even more. Laying beneath him, following his lead like an obedient goddess as she offered him her all, Vegeta was lost in bliss as he lowered himself deeper into her mouth. "Fuck, fuuck…"

The way she buffed him with both her hands and mouth at the same time was maddening. The way she moaned as if she was enjoying this just as much as him was enough to make him dizzy. She was so hot for him – so ready – the saiyan could smell the excitement from her core as it lingered through the air. Vegeta could feel a tightness forming in his lower stomach that indicated his ensuing release, and he quickly pulled himself out of her mouth.

"Prince…" She gasped, panting. And he arranged himself over her anxious body. "Do you want it?" He growled.

"Yes-"

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to-"

"BEG for it."

He was pressing his dick into her moist lips, playing with her as he teased her clitoris with its tip. Vegeta felt her body shiver in response, and her hands grabbed at his shoulders. "Please – Prince Vegeta – Please, I-"

"I told you to BEG." His mind was spinning – he was going to lose control before he got what he wanted from her. He groaned as he lowered his cock deeper into the moist of her silky folds, causing the Bluehead to nearly scream with anticipation. "Please – oh God – fuck me! Prince, I need you to fuck me! Please!"

If he hadn't been so damned impatient already, Vegeta would have smiled. He'd finally gotten her to do it – she'd begged to her prince, genuinely begged. Using a palm to hold her thigh flat against the mattress, the saiyan held her silky lips open with his other hand as he quickly thrust inside. Bulma instantly let out a satisfied moan as he arms wrapped around his neck, the saiyan expertly transitioning into the rhythm he knew she liked best.

Hard and with determination, Vegeta was pumping into her so steadily, and her head fell back into her pillow as her hips worked to meet his every move. "Please," She breathed, repeating that word over and over again. She had been waiting for this, patiently focusing on the saiyan for as long as he wanted, and now he was finally rewarding her with his pulsing dick.

It felt so whole to have him inside, a place that she could only reach with him. To scratch at his back, to be able to beg him for more, and have him oblige with every favor she asked. The harder that Bulma asked him to go, the deeper his pumps went. She was quickly melting in his arms, the saiyan gasping above her as he neared his own edge.

And when Bulma finally cried out one last time, her frantic body writhing as she rode through her orgasm, Vegeta finally allowed his own release.

Her fell into her body, the weight of his heard chest only making the Bluehead feel safe as his form encompassed her own. Cheeks flushed, she was catching her breath, and he nuzzled his lips into the side of her head. He seemed just out of breath as her, large gusts hitting her cheeks as he panting alongside her. No longer was Vegeta acting so stern and demanding – he was holding her tenderly, kissing her gently, carefully running his hands through her sweaty hair.

Smiling as she trailed her fingernails down his back, her eyes drifted shut as she listened to his deep purr. The fact that he acted this way, so sweet and adoring, in the privacy of their bedroom… She had grown incredibly used to the way he held her, and yet Bulma didn't take it for granted at all. Every moment they spent like this was appreciated, and the way he was caressing her hair softly brought Bulma to sleep…

Sitting up, it took a few moments for her eyes to gain their bearings in the darkness. At some point Vegeta must have gotten up and turned out the bathroom light, for there was nothing to illuminate her surroundings at all now. Bulma could make out the shadows of the branches and vines that were still cascading about the bed, and she smiled to remember how pleasant her recent memories under these plants were. At first the Bluehead thought she might have stirred due to a strange dream, but then she heard a deep breath beside her and realized Vegeta had done it. "You awake?" He whispered, even though he already knew the answer. "Good. Grab something to cover yourself with."

"Is something wrong?" She hesitated, clutching the sheets that covered her.

"No. There's something I want you to see."

Her eyes were a bit more adjusted to the dark now, and Bulma felt more comfortable of her surroundings as she slipped from the bed. She walked to the nearby chair and plucked one of the silky robes that Vegeta had bought her earlier. The fabric was light and felt pleasantly cool against her skin as she eased into it, and the saiyan was right behind her as soon as she tied it shut.

"Come on." He whispered, taking her by the hand and leading her away. The Bluehead had expected Vegeta to guide her to the door and lead her somewhere outside of the room, but instead he only pulled her deeper in. They trailed into the bathroom, and the air was still humid and sweet from the bath she had taken hours earlier.

She now thought that he might be pulling her to the glass wall, to make her look out at the valley below while he groped her again, but instead he just continued past it. They reached a door that she hadn't noticed before, and when Vegeta opened it they came to an open balcony.

The balcony wasn't large, but there was enough room for a small table and set of chairs. Vegeta walked to one and took a seat, and Bulma followed after, feeling her way through the dark. She smiled, looking out at the land below, amazed at how black it all was. There was no telling what the hour was, and none of the buildings she knew to be below were lit up. There wasn't any sign of nightlife at all, and without even a moon in the sky she couldn't help but develop the sensation that she might be floating in an abyss. The air was still, the planet calm…

"There is more to this world than its occupants." Vegeta said softly, as if he was worried his voice might hurt her ears. "There is more than what you have seen."

"I'm sure..." She said back, and he reached out to put a hand on her own over the table. It came as a slight shock, since she hadn't seen it coming, but he ignored her reaction. "Sssh... look up." He mumbled. "Look up and see..."

But Bulma was already gazing up over her head, and there was nothing but a deep black. Just as there was in front of her and to her sides, she was engulfed by such darkness. It was lonely, yet inspiring, and there was an unexpected nostalgia that was brewing in the pit of her stomach. An instinct urging her to memorize this moment, for something big was about to happen, she just wasn't sure what…

And then, as she continued to watch, a glittering blue light dashed across the open sky.

Had it been a meteor?

Pink lips parting, Bulma was about to mention this when it happened again. Another flash that trailed over her head, this time a quivering hazel.

And then another, a shimmering green.

And yet another, a sparkling gold.

Soon the colors were flashing so fast that they intercepted one another, twining into neon swirls that danced in a silent harmony. They were swaying in her peripheral vision, calmly beckoning her to a meditation…

Unsure of how long this would last, Bulma didn't dare commenting on the beauty she was witnessing. She didn't want to miss a thing. She just sat, leaned back in her chair, trying to be as still as possible for the duration of the glittering show. All was quiet, for it seemed that even Vegeta was holding his breath beside her, and neither of them moved until ten minutes had passed, and the lights abruptly faded just as soon as they came.

Once the spectacle was over, the Bluehead continued looking up at the deep sky. She wasn't sure what to say, hoping silently that the colors may return at any second. Her desires were confirmed to be in vain when Vegeta finally spoke, his low voice a jolt after sitting in silence for so long. "That happens every night at the same time. It's something I've always been rather fond of."

"That was amazing." Bulma replied, a hushed whisper as she breathed, and she was surprised to hear how sad her tone was when she spoke.

"I could never get any sleep sharing a room with Nappa and Raditz when we came to visit. Raditz could keep anyone up with his snores, and Nappa just smelled bad."

She almost laughed at this, and Vegeta continued in the dark.

"I started sleeping out here, on the balcony, just to get away from them. One night I happened to wake up in the midst of the orbit, and I vowed to be awake for it ever since."

"I can understand why." Still holding hands, Bulma reached out with her other, and found touch of the top of Vegeta's hand. She was picturing him in his youth, laying on his back as he watched the lights. What would go through his mind during those times?

"Feeling cold?" The saiyan asked, and the Bluehead had to laugh. The climate on this planet was tropical. If anything, she was uncomfortably warm. He got the message from her response, so he elaborated. "Your hands are shaking."

"They are." She nodded, though she knew he couldn't see her. "But I'm not cold..."

"Either way..." He stood, leading her to her feet. Pulling her, the saiyan lead them back inside the comfort of the air conditioned hotel room. Guiding her through the dark bathroom and into the main room, Bulma was squeezing him as if she thought letting go would be lethal.

When they fell back into the bed she had her arms wrapped around his neck, and she listened as he exhaled, his breath tickling her face. He seemed so calm, so relaxed, and she knew that watching the sky made him happier than he'd likely admit.

"It's been a long time." His jaw moved against her cheek. "Very long..."

"Thank you..." She looped a finger through his thick hair. "... For sharing that with me."

He didn't respond, and Bulma knew he was falling back asleep with the way his hand grew heavier as he trailed his fingertips down her back. His breaths were getting deeper with each second that passed, his palm flat on her skin.

'You aren't alone anymore,' She couldn't help but think, a smile lining her lips. With as much power as she had within, Bulma wanted to make sure that Vegeta knew he'd never again have to be alone again. He'd seen so many worlds, and had encountered so many different places and people… And, in the end, he and her had finally found one another. If he wanted to, she'd stay with him forever…