AN: Sorry about the REALLY long delay everyone. I couldn't find my notebook anywhere, and that's what sixteen and the epilogue are in. So here it is finally, chapter sixteen, and it's almost time for the story to end,::sob:: but that's okay, you can contact me if you want and give me any ideas or suggestions for future stories or current. I have started another A/U B/V called...I don't know what to call it yet. If you're bored and need something to do let me know and we can discuss a title =).
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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BUT CLAIRE.
NOTICE! As you may have noticed, the last few chapters of this story are a little suggestive (for lack of a better word). I don't presently write lemon so there's none of that, but there are casual references to it. I apologize if I offend anyone.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN OF PRESIDENT BRIEFS
Ring, Ring!
"Hello?"
"Bulma? Hello dear, this is Claire."
"Hi Claire." Bulma said nervously.
"Well the party was a total fiasco: one suicide, that dinner scene, you and Vegeta disappear, and to top it all off, Dane stepped on my toe and broke it."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay Bulma. You will understand if I don't invite you to any more parties, won't you dear?"
Bulma sighed in relief, "Yes, I'd do the same thing if I were you."
Claire sighed also, "I'm going home today; I can't stand this place and I don't see how you can bear this secluded little town," she shuddered, "Bye." She said, hanging up.
*What a snob. I hope I was never like that. * Bulma thought hanging up the phone. She walked down the hall to Vegeta's room and burst into it. He was in his bed, but he was reading, not sleeping. Bulma smiled, remembering teaching Vegeta how to read in Japanese (I don't know if Vegeta could read it before but for the sake of the story, he couldn't until now) *He was such a fast learner. *
"Whatcha reading Veggie-chan?" Bulma asked hopping onto the bed next to him, when Vegeta didn't answer, she looked for herself. She looked back up at Vegeta, "Don't tell me you honestly like that sh*t, Vegeta." she scoffed at the romance novel he was reading, "That was my mother's I don't know why I haven't thrown it away yet."
Vegeta looked embarrassed (he didn't really know what the book was about), then changed the subject, "What is a wedding?"
"A wedding? Don't you know? A wedding is the joining of two people who care about one another. It's a really fancy ceremony." *And it's every girl's dream. * "I thought you knew, you proposed to me."
"Pro--what? I did no such thing!"
Bulma frowned, "You said, and I quote, 'The only way to keep you out of trouble, woman, is to keep you with me at all times.' If that isn't a proposal, then I don't know--" Bulma stopped, *What if he just meant he wanted you to warm his bed? * A part of her screamed. *No! We haven't even done anything yet! * Another yelled back. She took a deep breath to calm herself, "What exactly did you mean by that?"
Vegeta sighed, irritated at her, "Once a Saiyan chooses a mate, he stays with her. They bond, which holds their two souls together for all time. Even after death."
Bulma looked at Vegeta in wonder, "That is so much better than a wedding! Are we bonded Vegeta?"
"Yes." he said gruffly.
"How does it happen?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes at her, "When the two both realize they care for each other."
"That's so romantic." Bulma sighed.
Vegeta threw the novel to the floor, "You and your romance woman." He mocked.
Bulma threw a pillow at him. "If I wasn't such a romantic for a certain dark stranger, I'd never be caught dead with a geek like you." (Sorry about that, I just thought it was funny that Bulma called Vegeta a geek in front of the whole Z-gang =)
"Geek?" Vegeta growled, throwing the pillow off the bed.
"Yes, but you're my geek." Bulma said, kissing him briefly on the cheek.
"If I'm a geek, then you're my b*tch." Vegeta replied.
"Touche." Bulma murmured, kissing Vegeta deeply and soon getting a response.
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One thing led to another and Bulma woke up with Vegeta's arm over her, pinning her to the bed. *Like I could move anyway, I'm so tired. * She yawned and kissed her 'mate' on the cheek. *I have to get used to being called a 'mate'; 'woman' too. *
She ran her fingers down his jawline and to his chest, watching his closed eyes carefully. Eyes still closed, Vegeta caught Bulma's fingers in one of his hands, "You just can't get enough of me, can you woman?" he said mockingly, opening his eyes. His mate smiled at him lovingly from beneath one of his arms and didn't answer. He lifted his arm and proceeded to dress. Bulma pulled on her clothes and followed Vegeta to the kitchen.
"Where's breakfast?" he barked.
Bulma frowned at his tone, "Right here." she answered, tossing milk, a bowl, a spoon, and a box of cereal at him.
Vegeta watched his mate from the corner of his eyes as he poured the milk and cereal into his bowl, *She looks upset. Does she regret last night? *
Bulma sighed at Vegeta's change back to how he regularly was, "Vegeta, do you remember during that party when I told the pirate that he reminded me of someone?"
Vegeta looked up at her and nodded, "Who were you talking about?" *If she was talking about Kakkarot, I'll--*
"I was referring to you."
"How is that possible? I was acting exactly the opposite of what's natural for me." he protested.
Bulma shrugged and changed the subject, "You know, you never told me what you thought of Red."
Vegeta put his spoon down and gave the conversation his full attention; "She was...appealing. The most appealing woman I ever saw."
Bulma frowned slightly then smiled, "I was acting also, I guess you were attracted to my sweeter side."
Vegeta finished his cereal in silence, deciding not to bring up how he thought Jez was Bulma and how he liked Red a whole lot more. When he was done, he got up from the table, "I'm going to train with Kakkarot," he said abruptly.
Bulma frowned down at the table, "Train? Train for what?"
"Androids."
Bulma looked up at him from her seat, her eyes pleading for him to stay with her. Vegeta avoided her gaze and left.
Bulma sighed in exasperation as she put his dishes in the sink, *There's no controlling that man * Bored, the former president decided to call Chichi.
"Chichi?"
"Yes? Who's this?"
"This is Bulma."
"Oh! Hi, Bulma! So...how are you and Vegeta? Have you two still done nothing?" she teased.
Bulma blushed, "Oh shut up, Chichi! Can I come over?"
"Any time." was the prompt reply.
"See you in ten."
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After a LONG discussion in which Bulma told Chichi almost everything...
"Wow, so you two are...'mates' now? That sounds so primitive."
"It does a little, but it is the most wonderful thing. Aren't you and Goku boned?"
Chichi frowned, thinking, "I guess we are."
"Well, that means you're his mate too."
Chichi looked at something over Bulma's shoulder and changed the subject, "So, how was it Bulma?"
Bulma fought her embarrassment; "It was the most wonderful thing ever! I'm glad I waited, and that Vegeta was my first. I always told myself I would wait until I was married, but even though we aren't technically married, I love him enough to look past that." she ended enthusiastically.
"Aren't you lucky?" A voice mocked.
"Hey Bulma, what are you doing here?" Goku asked, passing Vegeta in the doorway on his way into the room.
"Why are two done so early?" Chichi asked, laughing at Bulma's expression.
"Ah...Vegeta wasn't concentrating...on his training at least." Goku chuckled.
Bulma was smiling at Vegeta in the doorway; "You heard my confession then?"
Vegeta smirked, "I might have." He sat across from Bulma at the table.
"It was all lies." Bulma whispered so only Vegeta could hear.
Vegeta scowled then stopped as he realized his mate was pulling his tail (figuratively). "I'll get you for that, woman." he mouthed.
"I love you, Vegeta." she mouthed back, ignoring his threats.
Chichi cleared her throat, "So how's life at CC, Bulma?"
Bulma wasn't sure what she meant, "Pretty...good...I guess."
"It must be, I haven't' seen Vegeta for a whole week!" she chortled, "What's been going on?" Goku ignored the conversation, looking away pointedly as Bulma blushed. Vegeta watched Bulma's reaction in amusement.
"Don't act as though you don't know." Bulma replied defensively.
Chichi laughed, "I told you so Goku."
Gohan, tired of studying and eager to see what his mother found so funny walked into the room. Bulma, glad for the distraction smiled at him, "Hi Gohan."
"Hey Bulma! What's up?" he answered, and (don't ask me why) sitting next to Vegeta.
Vegeta surprised at the *audacity of the brat * glared at Gohan until he moved.
"Don't you like kids?" Chichi asked as Gohan moved to another spot. "I should hope so after what you've been doing." she teased.
"What has Vegeta been doing Mom?" Gohan asked innocently. For a whole minute, the room was completely silent, until Bulma laughed uneasily, "Your mother was just joking, Gohan. Vegeta hasn't done anything."
Gohan, confused, left the room, convinced that he was the only sane person in the whole house. Vegeta (surprisingly) laughed into the silence that followed, prompting everyone else (except for the embarrassed Goku) to join in.
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After Vegeta flew them home, as Bulma finally began to think of it, the two sat in companionable silence until Bulma broke the spell. "You smell." she blurted.
Vegeta lazily turned to her, "What do you expect after hours of intense training?" he growled.
"Well, go shower then." She retorted, wrinkling her nose as she got up and walked past him. Vegeta's arm shot out and grabbed her arm. His onyx eyes seemed to be asking her a question. "By yourself." Bulma grumbled, "I've been trying to hide how tired I still am all day."
Vegeta smirked at his mate's latest confession. He got up, letting Bulma's arm go and got very close to her face and cupped his hands on her cheeks before giving her a long kiss. Vegeta pulled away, causing Bulma to groan in frustration. "I may stink, woman, but you want me regardless." He whispered in her ear, causing her to tremble.
"You devil." she breathed.
Vegeta smirked and left for his shower, while Bulma changed and hopped into her bed, turning off the light and pulling up the covers. Time passed (as it always seems to do), and just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she felt someone get into her bed.
"Vegeta, don't. I'm tired, remember?" She begged off.
"I know."
"Then why are you in my bed?"
"To keep you out of trouble, woman. I can't keep you out of my sight for a minute with out you getting into trouble." He smirked.
Bulma sighed and half-smiled at her 'husband's' tenacity. "Good night Vegeta. I love you."
He put an arm around her waist pulling her to him and didn't answer, but Bulma knew he meant, 'I love you too'.
AN: This is the end of the road you guys (except for the epilogue). I really enjoyed writing this story for you guys and I hope you liked it =) Any questions? E-mail me @: MACT51@AOL.COM
THANKS FOR READING!
~BULMA16~