A/N: Not much here to say. Sorry I haven't updated sooner. I've been taking a break reading a few fics here and there.

Disclaimer: Thanks for asking, but no, I don't own DBZ.

Chapter 12: Preparations

Bulma awoke with the feeling of strong arms holding her tightly against his body. A fuzzy tail had wound itself around her thigh. Vegeta had been awake for awhile, contently watching her sleep. The sun would be coming up soon so he tickled her ear by gently blowing in it.

"Morning," she said, turning to kiss him on the tip of his nose. "Why did you wake me? I was having such an erotic dream."

"It will be light soon, and I thought you would have a busy day ahead of you. And there were a few other reasons….," he trailed off as he started kissing along her neck.

"A person could get used to waking up like this. So what might those *other* reasons be?"

"I'll give you a hint," he said as he pressed his erection against her inner thigh.

Bulma's tail sought out his and together they intertwined. Playing on their own accord. Both Bulma and Vegeta looked at the frolicking appendages. She stated, "Damn things have a mind of their own."

"Humph."

He pushed her to lay back against the soft grass while he began softly running his hand along the length of her leg. He thought that her soft, supple legs always felt their best when they were wrapped around his body.

Bulma ran her fingers through his thick mane, wondering what he will look like if all goes as planned. 'Kami, he is so sexy! How do I deserve this?'

"I think I should be asking that question," he said.

Bulma looked a little puzzled. "What question are you talking about? I didn't say anything."

Now it was Vegeta's turn to look puzzled. He had heard of things like this happening before, it was…..Truth is, he didn't know what it was. 'Damn, confusing is what it is,' he thought.

"Vegeta, are you going to answer me?"

"Never mind, woman. Shall we continue?"

He wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, lashing it with his tongue. The sensation in itself nearly pushed her over the edge. By now his hand had made it to her entrance. Inserting two fingers, he began stroking in and out, while he continued his assault on her nipple. After the incredible night before, it would not take much to tip her cup into running itself over. He removed his hand and now placed his engorged erection in its place. Bulma raised her hips, trying to push him in, but he wanted it on his terms. She wrapped her long, silky legs around his waist, again trying to pull him into her. That was what he wanted. Plunging in, he would not show mercy this time. Fast and furiously he worked her. She was just beginning to scream his name when he exploded, pounding into her even harder. She wanted every inch he had to offer, and it was many. She pulled her legs back over his shoulders giving him full access. He could feel her climax coming, it was a matter of time when her walls would squeeze the very basis of life from him. The contractions started slow, but quickly built into a manipulating frenzy until his release came.

They lay there for a few minutes, watching as the last bit of night faded. Their hands roamed freely over each others bodies, memorizing every curve, every dip, and in his case every scar. Vegeta kissed her one last time before breaking contact.

"I guess it's time to go, huh?," she asked.

"I believe you told me yesterday about a ground crew coming first thing this morning, so unless you want to provide a show, I think it's time we leave."

Bulma gathered her clothing and put it on. 'Yuck!,' she thought. She really hated having to dress after such an evening without showering first. As she walked up to Vegeta, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered naughty ideas into his head. "Don't make promises, unless you plan on keeping them."

"Don't worry, that and more." She pecked him on the cheek and turned to leave. "I'll fill you in later on everything. Bye."

Vegeta having dressed took off to the air. He decided a hot shower and breakfast was in order before he started training.

When Bulma arrived back at the main house, the first thing on her agenda was to tell her parents the news. Luckily she found them in the kitchen having breakfast.

"Hello, dear, stay out all night last night?," questioned her mother.

"Yeah, you could say that, mom."

"Want something to eat?"

"I'm starving, absolutely."

"Dad, mom, I need to talk to you about something."

The elder Briefs looked at each other and then back to her. Then Mr. Briefs spoke up, "Go ahead, sweetie, we're all ears."

'Here goes nothing,' she thought.

"Me and Vegeta are going to be married." She figured it would be less confusing to leave the Saiyan part of the ceremony out, it was not something they needed to know.

Bulmas mother ran over to her and wrapped her arms around her daughter. "Oh, Bulma, I'm so happy for you, dear. What a catch."

Her dad was not surprised at all. "I was wondering what was taking so long."

"Daddy!"

They all engaged in a group hug and shed happy tears.

"Mom, can you help me get everything lined up?"

Mrs. Briefs loved a good get-together and new the best caterers and such.

"I would love to."

"I'm going to head out to the lab to see how the progress is going. Congratulations, I know you will be happy and well taken care of," chimed her father.

"I think I'll head up for a shower and then I've got to get busy on the guest list."

Bulma sprinted up the stairs. She could not wait to get under the hot spray of water from the shower.

'Let's see, there's Goku, Chi Chi and Gohan, Krillen, Piccolo, Tien and Chiatzu, Master Roshi, pervert better behave himself, umm, Yamcha, I hope he'll come.' She continued, mentally making out her list. In the end there were about 25 guests. 'That's pretty small, Vegeta should be comfortable with that.'

Finishing up her shower, she quickly dressed and instead of styling her hair, this time she let it dry naturally. She continued with her mental lists. 'What to wear? Vegeta sure would look sexy in a tux, but getting him in one is another story. Probably the safest bet is going to be a navy blue training suit with white armor. And to top it off I'll have his boots tipped in gold. Oh, he'll also need a cloak, navy blue also lined in red velvet.' She was scavenging through several of her drawers looking for something. 'Where is that thing? I know I kept it. There it is, a small shiny pin she had found in Vegeta's belongings when he first came to CC. When she had asked him about it, he told her it was the family crest of the royal family of Vegetasei. He had taken it from her, but later she retrieved it and made a duplicate, she was always looking for information regarding the Saiyan race. 'He can use this on his cloak. It will be perfect. He will be so surprised.' She now was transferring her lists onto paper. There was so much to do and remember she certainly did not want to forget anything. She gathered up the tablet and headed out. First stop would be the Gravity Room.

Vegeta was doing some heavy training exercises. Throwing ki attacks, ten at a time, then allowing them to come head on with him. He managed to thwart all but one. That one grazed his left arm. "Shit! That stung.," he said aloud. He walked over to the gravity control panel and hit the off button. A voice came from the loud speaker alerting all, that the gravity would be returning to normal. It was about the same time that he was made aware of his visitor. He stood just to the side of the entrance, so as not to be seen. As soon as the door swooshed up and the sultry beauty entered, he grabbed her around the waist. Bulma squealed, that was the kind of scare she liked. She wasn't going to let him know that though.

"Vegeta, don't do that, you scared me."

"You knew it was me. Who else would it have been?," he asked raising a cocked eyebrow at her.

"You're right. Anyway I'm here because we need to set a date for the wedding. I am heading into town to have the invitations drawn up and printed."

"Whatever you want. It doesn't matter to me. Wait there is one thing, make sure there is a full moon that night."

"A full moon? What for?"

"Remember how you said you have *secrets* you are keeping from me about this house of yours. Well, I have my secrets about our night."

Snuggling up close to him, allowing her tail to wrap around his waist along with his own, she tried her best puppy dog eye effort to pry it out of him. However, he was not budging. She would have to wait.

"Oh, fine then," she said.

She reached in her bag and pulled out her PDA. Pulling up the calendar, she put in a few numbers and came up with a date.

"OK, how about three weeks? That will be Saturday, April 22. That will be when the moon is at its fullest and should give us, or me, plenty of time to get everything in order. How does that sound?"

"That will suffice."

"Gotta get going. Much to do." She went to leave a lazy kiss on his lips but instead found herself lip-locked into a tongue lashing war. She reached her hands up and ran them around his neck pulling him even deeper into the kiss. He grabbed her tightly around the waist and ground his hips against hers. She would normally want this, but right now was not the time. Was she crazy or what? Time was of the essence. Pulling apart, she looked at him yet again with puppy dog eyes.

"What, woman?"

"Vegeta, you know I would like nothing more than to have my wicked ways with you, but I have to get going."

"Just remember next time when you want it so bad, payback is a bitch."

"Yeah, yeah I know." Bulma then turned and left. Once she reached the drive, she popped open her capsule car and sped off to the mall.

Vegeta watched as she left. He had arrangements of his own to make.

A/N: Burrr! It's cold outside. Where's Vegeta when you need him? Humph!