Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ (if I did, this wouldn't be a FANfic...). And you know the rest...
Bulma opened her eyes to the sunlight that invaded her room. She stretched lazily on the large bed, moaning. She inhaled deeply, smelling Vegeta's fragrance mixed with her own. She sighed, smiling contently. Blinking sleepily, she realized Vegeta wasn't by her side. Which wasn't a big surprise, he always woke up earlier than her. Not that he had to, since he didn't work. He just liked it that way. She, on the other hand, preferred sleeping at least until the middle of the morning, if not until noon. She compensated it by being full of energy at night. Not that it was much of an excuse...Vegeta was full of energy the whole day! She smiled and blushed slightly, remembering the night before. She stretched her arms again and yawned, reviewing the scenes like in a movie. Vegeta's stare - those dark eyes that could read her so easily...she could get lost in them. Vegeta's voice - that strong, sexy voice, which could drive her crazy in the blink of an eye. Vegeta's touch - his hands exploring her like only he knew how to do...searching for her most sensible places. Vegeta's scent - that scent now so familiar and so wanted, that masculine scent that excited her so much. Vegeta's body - that perfectly built body, with all those muscles that she loved to touch under his surprisingly soft skin. Vegeta's smile - so beautiful, so rare...he'd only managed it for her and sometimes for Trunks, when he thought the boy wasn't looking. Vegeta could be so sensible sometimes, yet so rude most of the time. She wondered what it'd be like if he was just a little more caring. But she knew that it was just that kind of difficulty he had showing his feelings that made her treasure every loving gesture he made, storing them in her heart as little pieces of diamonds. She loved Vegeta just the way he was...if he was different, he wouldn't be her Vegeta. She smiled and got up, ready for a brand new day.
Bulma opened her eyes to the sunlight that invaded her room. She stretched lazily on the large bed, moaning. She inhaled deeply, smelling Vegeta's fragrance mixed with her own. She sighed, smiling contently. Blinking sleepily, she realized Vegeta wasn't by her side. Which wasn't a big surprise, he always woke up earlier than her. Not that he had to, since he didn't work. He just liked it that way. She, on the other hand, preferred sleeping at least until the middle of the morning, if not until noon. She compensated it by being full of energy at night. Not that it was much of an excuse...Vegeta was full of energy the whole day! She smiled and blushed slightly, remembering the night before. She stretched her arms again and yawned, reviewing the scenes like in a movie. Vegeta's stare - those dark eyes that could read her so easily...she could get lost in them. Vegeta's voice - that strong, sexy voice, which could drive her crazy in the blink of an eye. Vegeta's touch - his hands exploring her like only he knew how to do...searching for her most sensible places. Vegeta's scent - that scent now so familiar and so wanted, that masculine scent that excited her so much. Vegeta's body - that perfectly built body, with all those muscles that she loved to touch under his surprisingly soft skin. Vegeta's smile - so beautiful, so rare...he'd only managed it for her and sometimes for Trunks, when he thought the boy wasn't looking. Vegeta could be so sensible sometimes, yet so rude most of the time. She wondered what it'd be like if he was just a little more caring. But she knew that it was just that kind of difficulty he had showing his feelings that made her treasure every loving gesture he made, storing them in her heart as little pieces of diamonds. She loved Vegeta just the way he was...if he was different, he wouldn't be her Vegeta. She smiled and got up, ready for a brand new day.