"I don't need the dragonballs after all…now that I've got Vegeta…but…what if he doesn't want to live with me as his wife?" Bulma was saddened by the thought. That was supposed to be a one-night stand but it changed her feelings towards Vegeta. Does he feel the same way about her or will he just throw her away like one of his little toys as what Yamcha had been doing to her? She quickly put herself together and went to the terrace. From there, she could see Vegeta training. The gravity machine was still unfixed ever since Dr. Briefs left with his wife. They'll be back sometime during the day. The prince felt that someone was watching him. He spun around. Sure enough, he found Bulma on the terrace. He watched her as her hair flowed in rhythm with the wind…sparkling as it moved like waves behind her back. The curves of her body seemed to glisten under the golden rays of the sun. He had the strangest feeling of deja vu. It was just like two days ago when they conversed about spring in the terrace. He looked her straight in the eye…then turned away. There was that feeling again…a feeling, which he had never felt before towards anyone but himself. Bulma became insecure when Vegeta turned away from her gaze. She made her way down the stairs and onto the lawn. She then went over to the Saiyan.
"Vegeta…"
"What do you want?!"
"I…uhm…"
"Well woman?! Speak up!"
"About last night…I…uhm…"
"What about last night?!"
"I…all I wanted to say is…I…" Bulma kept on stammering. She didn't exactly know what to say. By the tone of Vegeta's voice, she could say that nothing has changed between them. What will she tell the prince now? She was afraid to tell him how she really felt because he may not have the same feelings for her.
"Don't worry. You've paid me enough. I won't harm any of those I mentioned to you before," Vegeta interrupted her thoughts. Bulma was about to give her reply when a motorcycle parked by the gate.
"Hi Bulma!"
"Yamcha!!!" her mouth hung open.
" What could he possibly be doing here?!" she twitched her fingers nervously. Yamcha looked at Bulma with wide eyes and then gave Vegeta a cold stare.
"What are you doing outside in such a tiny bathrobe?" he giggled as he approached woman with open arms as if saying 'Come here and give us a kiss!'. Before he could get a hold of her, Vegeta stepped in the way and wrapped his arm around Bulma's hips.
"Hey! What the-.." Yamcha was practically speechless when he saw the Saiyan narrowing his eyes.
"You wanna know why she's in her bathrobe, punk?!" the prince snarled. Yamcha immediately got the message.
"You…you didn't!" he turned to Bulma. She gave out the same smirk as Vegeta. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She nodded, causing her now ex-boyfriend to shudder.
"I don't believe you…you're just doing this to make me jealous! Tell me Vegeta, how much money did Bulma pay you to do this?"
"She paid no sum…she gave herself to me!"
"I don't believe you!!!" was Yamcha's desperate cry. At that moment, Vegeta leaned over and kissed Bulma and she responded to him as if the whole thing had been planned.
"Last night was a blast…wasn't it Vegeta?" Bulma said, eyeing her former boyfriend. He understood it immediately. He remembered what he said to Mai the other day.
"You mean…you know?!"
"You can't hide it, Yamcha. And now that I have Vegeta, you're trash! I'm his…forever!"
"Forever?" Vegeta looked at Bulma with huge shocked eyes. At the corner of his eyes, he could see Yamcha powering up.
"You…I'll get you for this Vegeta!"
"I killed you once…I could do it again!" the prince pointed his finger at the human as a ki ball appeared on it.
"You know he'll do it…so why can't you let us be? You've hurt me enough!" Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta. Yamcha slowly let his ki down 'til it finally disappeared.
"I can't compete with him now can I?" he asked in a serious tone. Silence followed as he went over to his motorcycle.
"Hope you'll be happy with him…I doubt it though…goodbye Bulma…" and with that, he sped away.
The couple let go and faced opposite each other.
"Vegeta…thanks for helping me get even with Yamcha…I owe you one,"
"No thanks. I've had enough of your debts...for now."
"Please allow me to pay you back…"
"What? You're going to pay by giving yourself to me again?"
"Even better…I'll give you me…"
"What?!"
"You know…me me…"
"Bulma, you're not making any sense at all!"
Silence clouded the two as they sensed a feeling of déjà vu again. Vegeta thought for a moment, then it became clear. He understood what Bulma was saying.
"I was serious when I said that I am yours forever…now all I wanted to know is if you'll let me pay you back by doing your second wish…I'll be your slave for all eternity…I'll do everything as you please," Bulma bent her head down.
"No…" Vegeta answered.
"What?"
"You will not be my slave…a slave is of no use to me…like the many insignificant concubines of my father. You are unique…you belong to me…a royal prince. A slave is not suitable for a prince. No…not a pathetic slave…you proved yourself worthy…to be my queen…"
"Queen?" Bulma repeated. Vegeta went over to her and faced her directly. "Like you said…you're mine forever…no one else shall have you but me…and you shall have no other but me… I had made you mine for one night. Why can't I make you mine all through out our lives?"
Bulma was overjoyed. She gave Vegeta a hug. That got him aback for awhile but the prince did the same. He remembered his mother's words: "Once you find her, never let her go or be taken by anyone else but yourself. Take care of her…love her and make her yours forever."
He stroked Bulma's hair as he felt her tears on her shirt.
"As you wished Mother…as you had wished…" he whispered as he leaned over and kissed his queen's forehead.