The next morning, Bulma awoke in Vegeta's bed, Vegeta's on his belly next to her. They hadn't made love, just held each other until they fell asleep. There was something about their relationship that Bulma couldn't quite put her finger on. Something that made her not want to have sex with him. Not that she didnt, she would make love to him in a minute, but something about how they didn't HAVE to make love to PROVE their love. Bulma liked that, and was sure Vegeta did too. She draped her arms over Vegeta's back, and lay her head on his shoulder blade, kissing it lightly. Vegeta purred loudly in his sleep, rolling over and pulling her into his arms against his chest. He remained asleep as he nuzzled his chin against her hair, snuggling in. Bulma closed her eyes, and started to drift away. She hadn't felt anything quite like this before. It was better than anything, even sex. being held by a man who's heart was cold, but warmed by her. It made her feel good about herself.
"you make me feel good about myself" Vegeta murmured against her hair, as if reading her thoughts. Bulma glanced up at the now obviously awake saiyan.
"That is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me" she whispered, inhaling his musky scent as she buried her head in his warm chest. Vegeta didn't respond verbally. He wrapped his tail around her leg and pulled her closer. He began to purr, this time not stopping. Bulma could feel the purr pulsating deep in his throat against her.
"You are so warm...so warm..." Bulma mumbled incoherently, dozing off in her saiyan's arms. Vegeta felt her nod off, then took that time to say to her while she wasn't conscience, "your love is what's warming me"
THE END!!!
