Yada, yada. Insert disclaimer here. Yada, yada. DBZ isn't mine; it's property of Toei Animation and Toriyama-sama. Yada, yada. I'm not making any money off this fic, but if you insist on suing me, JUST DON'T TAKE MY……. Uh…….. Vegeta? ::Grins:: He's mine, and you all know it! Though I love him and B-chan as a couple… sometimes I just want to murder her!

'………' Thought.

"………" Spoken.



Bulma took a moment to reflect on all that was happening to her- it was amazing, in her eyes, how right it had felt from the very first time he had held her- almost…comforted her. When was it that her affection for the haughty prince grew? When did fate step in and decide her destiny? Her doom? None of this really mattered to her, but she thought of it anyway. All she could see now was the proud, arrogant, and now extremely passionate Saiya-jin prince. 'I wonder what Vegeta's thinking…I guess there's only one way to find ou-" Her thinking was interrupted, however, by Vegeta who was conveniently hovering over her. His breathing was steady but quick; he was growing impatient, and struggled to remain calm.

"Onna-chan…" He sat back, for the moment, contented by simply gazing into her eyes – but not for long. He wanted to hear her voice, namely calling his name…mentally, physically. In pain and in pleasure. Never that idiot human's ever again, if she'd ever…

"Vegeta…I…"

"What, woman?" He was huffing still, unable to conceal his need for her much longer.

"I've…never done this before…"

"You still want to..? You realize what this entails…" There was a long silence, before Vegeta's extremely masculine voice cut through the air like a knife. "Onna..?"

"W-what do you mean, Vegeta?"

"Me taking your 'innocence', so to speak, just adds to everything…if we do this, woman, you will be mine for eternity… longer. Even if reincarnation exists, if we don't find each other- we will BOTH be alone. ALONE, onna-chan. If anyone other than myself touches you, they will die by my hand, no questions asked. No regrets." She was a sight to behold, all those pent up emotions showing through those rounded sapphires…fear, relief, hesitance, passion…but above all, determination.

"…When did this start, Ouji-chan?"

"On Namek, I guess. You were definitely a sight for sore eyes, you still are."

"You're not so bad, my warrior prince. Not so bad." Vegeta scoffed, kissing her collarbone, leaving a fiery trail behind.

"Not so bad- you've got to do better than that if you want to be taken as my mate, my blue-haired vixen." Bulma smiled inwardly. The idea of being with the hot-tempered Saiya-jin no Ouji for the rest of forever was appealing to her more and more with every passing second.

She again ruminated on how their relationship had grown…little by little they had been maturing to be closer and closer. Bulma had even talked him into going on a shopping trip with her; something even Son-kun wouldn't have braved with herself and Chichi. The pink shirt. He'd wanted the PINK shirt. It was then that Bulma had wondered if the prince was gay. She'd asked him why he had picked it, and all she got for an answer had been a casual shrug, and a statement about how he liked the color. After a protracted silence, she dared to simply ask about the Saiya-jin's sexuality. He'd given her a confused look; and she explained. The remark had hit home. He had turned up his nose in disgust, and flown home without so much as a word.

Bulma giggled at the memory, but was brought back to earth by Vegeta's VERY serious expression. She really thought long and hard, and threw into account that this was probably a now-or-never sort of offer…but the word 'forever' rung out in her mind. Forever. But after all, she'd always dreamt of this. She'd even once told her mother of her fondness for the quarrelsome alien.

"Vegeta.. I…" She hesitated, his hot breath against her cheek most unquestionably not helping her form the words she wanted to say.

"Nani, onna-chan?" For a moment, before Bulma spoke, the pompous Saiya-jin prince had looked… afraid? No… worried, maybe?

"You'll never leave me, right?" Vegeta had the feeling she was building into something important, but he couldn't quite place it yet. He was vigilant; females were not a force to be reckoned with. It was the first and foremost rule of battle…to be wary. Never underestimate your opponent, no matter how weak they may appear.

"A Saiya-jin bond is forever."

"And you'll never cheat?"

"Don't compare me to that Chikyuu-jin, onna. A Saiya-jin shares his mate with no one."

"And, if we have children?" Vegeta smirked at this.

"The brat would make a decent successor. He will be trained. You don't have a say so in that."

"I wouldn't try to keep you from training it anyway. That's a death wish, Veggie-chan." She winked at him, and shot him a smile, just to make sure he knew she was only playing around. He scowled at his new pet name, but knew once she made up her mind, there was no changing it.

"Are you accepting my proposal, Woman?" She said nothing, but instead answered by wrapping her slender, milky arms around his muscular neck. Vegeta gasped; the places around his collar area where her arms lay quickly becoming heated from her close contact. When she was with the human, she was intangible. He would never stoop as far low as to take another's claim. But now, she lay beneath him. About to be his, and his alone. And no one was going to stop him, except the slightest tapping against the window. 'What the fuck?'

Outside of the bedroom window, a middle-aged man with a brain no larger than that of a five year old was hovering outside, the classic Son smile radiating off of his face. Little did he know what he interrupted, and how angry the Saiya-jin prince was going to be when he got his hands around his neck………

After a few moments of nauseating silence, the prince spoke up.

"KAKAROTTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I…AM…GOING…TO…KILL YOU!!!!!!" Gokou covered his ears with his hands, thinking that Vegeta, of all people, should know about Saiya-jin hearing, and how sensitive it was. 'I guess he's been with Bulma too long! She is awful loud someti-' He couldn't finish his thought. An ALMOST naked Vegeta was standing before him, ready to kill.