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AN: *ducks* Stop throwing those tomatoes! It's just not nice! Geez it's only been a week. *ducks again* Okay, okay! Maybe two or three. Sorry. Much love and thanks to the greatest chica and my beta hippiechick and also to Sue because I just love her to pieces. Enjoy!!
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Vegeta readjusted his collar as he stepped out into the cool, night air. With a frown, he closed the door of the midnight blue PT Cruiser Bulma had insisted they rent for the night. For the first time in his life, he would have preferred to stick with the gang. Krillin's dad had rented a stretch limousine for everyone, but Bulma was determined for them to ride alone. In all honesty, he really didn't mind being alone with her, but he had the feeling she was planning something.
He didn't wait long at the door before it swished open and a bot informed him Miss Briefs would be down momentarily. A half growl slipped from his throat. He knew exactly what Bulma's "momentarily" meant.
"Don't be upset Vegeta. She really is almost ready this time. I just checked on her myself," Mrs. Briefs smiled as she stepped off the last step of the staircase.
Vegeta nodded, not sure what else to do. He'd never been good with parents. They just weren't his forte.
She looked over his midnight blue tux then raised a brow as she reached the white shoes that matched his shirt. "Gold tips?" she questioned.
He rolled his eyes. "Your daughter's idea."
"And a good one, too, I might add. They fit you."
Any smart-ass reply he could think of died on his lips as he watched Bulma descend the staircase. She smiled knowingly at his speechlessness, one fine brow slipping upwards. "What? Nothing to say?" she asked stopping briefly on the second step.
He smirked at the arrogance in her tone; she knew she looked gorgeous. The ball gown was strapless and hugged her torso to the waist where it belled out to her feet. It shimmered slightly from the light glitter placed all over the silk material. The dark blue of both the dress and its matching see-through shawl, matched Vegeta's suit to a tee. Elbow length white gloves and the mass of blue curls framing her beautiful face completed the fairy tale princess look.
"I'm glad that, for once, I've rendered you speechless," she said. She was taking the last step from the stairs when one of the clear heels she was wearing slipped off her foot and landed before Vegeta. When she glanced at him expectantly he raised a brow.
"What?" he asked.
Rolling her eyes, Bulma lifted her skirt and slipped her foot into the shoe without his help. "Some prince charming you are," she said stopping in front of him with a smile.
"I've never claimed to be a prince," he answered with a smirk, not fighting the urge to kiss her. He didn't lift his head until a flash of light caught his eye.
He frowned as he looked up just in time to find Mrs. Briefs lowering her camera. "That one is going right in the front of the photo album," she said.
Bulma chuckled as Vegeta frowned. She then walked to her mother and kissed her cheek before saying, "Goodnight Mom."
"'Night sweetheart. You two have fun, okay?"
Bulma nodded before turning back to Vegeta. "You ready?" With his nod, she took his arm and the two walked out into the night air.
They shared the same companionable silence that accompanied many of their rides, as he guided the car along the dark streets. Bulma hummed softly to the songs drifting from the radio. It was when Ginuwine's Differences began to flow from the stereo that Bulma smiled at her date. Vegeta, feeling her eyes on him, glanced in her direction with a soft smirk. The moment passed as he returned his eyes to the road, taking a right that led into the dark forest. They drove for thirty minutes on the lone strip of road before a burst of softly twinkling lights came into view.
Being the fashionably late couple they were, they had no problem with prom traffic. Vegeta pulled right up to the waiting valet. He handed over the keys as one of the teacher/chaperones helped Bulma out. When she was finally at his side, happily lacing her arm through his, they entered the cabin. The place was packed as couples wondered between tables and the filled dance floor. Jimmy Eat World's The Middle jumped from the DJ table, and everyone was dancing to the fast pace as if they were wearing jeans instead of formal dresses and tuxes. Bulma's eyes found their way to glass doors at the back of the cabin. They were open and the party seemed be spilling out under the beautiful night sky.
"Come on, Vegeta. Let's go see if the guys are out there," she yelled over the music. At his nod, she released his arm and the two started to make their way through the wave of satin and beaded dresses. They made it outside to find many of their peers had chosen to take pictures against the beautiful background the night sky created.
ChiChi was just about to snap another shot of her friends when the newly arrived couple caught her attention in the corner of her eye. Looking up with a frown she called, "B! You two get over here!"
Never one to be told twice, Bulma dragged her reluctant date across the wooden deck. She positioned him next to Goku and pressed herself to his chest just as ChiChi snapped the next shot. She began winding her camera and frowned. "Okay guys, this is the last shot so make it good."
"Wait ChiChi! You should be in this picture too," Bulma cried.
"Oh! Well," ChiChi looked around the deck but didn't see anyone who could take the picture. All the other couples were either too enamored with one other or were in the middle of taking pictures themselves. "Looks like we're out of luck B-"
"Bulma!"
All eyes turned to the door as Launch, dressed all in pink, came dragging her prom date across the deck. "I'm so glad you finally got here! It's time to announce the prom king and queen. Being the head of the committee, it's your job to do it."
Bulma waved a dismissive hand at the girl's ramblings. "Whatever. Just take that camera from Chi and take a picture of us, will you?"
Launch blinked and then nodded her head. "Sure!" Frowning, ChiChi handed the camera over with a "you break it you bought it" look then quickly positioned herself between Juu and Goku, throwing her arms around her boyfriend's neck. Launch raised the camera to her eye and chirped, "Okay, say cheese!" The flash went off as four of the six cried the dairy product with glee.
Launch smiled as she handed the camera back to ChiChi and grabbed Bulma's hand. "Come on!"
Bulma almost tripped on her skirt four times before Launch pulled her back into the room and up the stairs on the DJ's booth. Launch released Bulma to say something in the man's ear. He nodded before turning down the music and nodding to Bulma.
She stepped up to the microphone placed at the center of the stage and tapped the mic experimentally before clearing her throat.
"Okay guys, gather around," she instructed. After about ten minutes, the group of teens had done as told to a certain extent, several people still filing in from the balcony. Bulma frowned heavily as the noise in the cabin continued to increase. "All right quiet down," she said. They paid her no attention. "Hey! I said shut-up!" she screamed into the microphone. That got their attention. Now, with all eyes on her, Bulma smiled.
"Okay, first off, as head of the prom committee, I want to thank you all for coming. I also would like to give special recognition to the other members of the committee because without them none of this would have been possible. So will you all join me in giving them a hand." A soft round of applause went up for the blushing members of said committee. When the praise died out, Bulma cleared her throat and nodded to Launch. The other girl motioned for two boys to carry a small table up on the stage as Bulma turned back to the mic. "Now, for the event you've all been waiting for. The tradition of prom king and queen is almost as old as Orange Star High itself. Competition this year was tight, and to all the nominees, myself included, I'd like to say congrats on the efforts you put forth this year to make you eligible for this honor-"
"Hey Bulma! Cut the babble and announce the winners already!" came a familiar cry from the crowd. As the group began murmuring their agreement, Bulma narrowed her eyes at a smirking ChiChi in the back of the room. ChiChi didn't flinch under the stare only leaned back further in her boyfriend's arms, smirk still in place.
"Fine," Bulma grunted, holding her hand out for Launch to hand her the first envelope. "First, of course, I'll announce this year's prom king," she said as she used the letter opener to cut the paper free. Handing the golden object back to her assistant, she pulled out the card. A huge smile spread across her lips before she spoke into the microphone again. "It is seriously so my honor to announce this year's Orange Star High Prom King as," putting in a big dramatic pause she practically squealed into the sound system, "Kakarot Goku Son!!"
An even louder screech came from the back as ChiChi threw her arms around her boyfriend's neck and planted a kiss on his reddened cheeks. A "Who me?!?" look covered his face as Krillin gave him a congratulatory slap on the back.
Bulma sighed and rolled her eyes. "Goku!!"
He looked up at from the group that had crowded around to congratulate him. "Huh?"
"Get up here!!" she said threw clenched teeth.
Realization dawned on his face, and he smiled. It took him a few minutes to make it through the excited crowd and up the stage. He waved bashfully at the cheering group as he walked across the stage to where Bulma was now holding a large red crown with fur lining the bottom. He smiled down at her before bending at the waist so she could try to place the crowd on his wayward locks. After a few frustrated tries, they decided it would be better if he just held it in place. Launch came around behind him and placed an extremely aged red cape with matching fur lining on his shoulders, snapping it into place with a golden clasp in front.
Smiling brightly, Bulma turned back to the waiting students. "Okay kiddies, now for his queen. Launch, if you'd be so kind as to hand over the envelope." The girl happily did so and Bulma cut the letter open. She bit the corner of her lip as she worked the card out of its envelope. The excited light in her eyes when she did read it made everyone certain that she was about to read her own name. Imagine their surprise when she said, "It must be the year of the athlete. This year's Orange Star High Prom Queen is Miss Juuhachigou Jashgi!"
Juu's, who hadn't really been paying attention to the goings on, expression of surprise was comical.
"What are you waiting for babe?!?" Krillin said, giving her a little push forward.
It took her a few minutes to cover her bewilderment with her usual coolness. She made her way to the stage and stopped next to a smiling Goku. She was attacked by waves of blue as Launch moved behind her to place a cape similar to her royal counterparts on her shoulders, while Bulma moved in front to place a bouquet of flowers in her arms. Bulma hugged her friend tight, crushing the flowers between them, before moving to the table. Picking up the large, cubic zirconium tiara, she handed it to Goku, who gave her a lost expression.
"Put it on her head, Goku," she sighed.
The "oh" look returned, as he held the crown on his head in place with one hand and tried to place the other crown on Juu's with the other. After a few clumsy moments, Juu brushed his hand away and placed the ornament on herself. The audience chuckled at their display before letting up a cheer.
"All right, now the moment we've all been waiting for. Goku must kiss his queen before leading her out for a spot light dance," Bulma instructed, almost laughing at the identical looks of surprise on her friends' faces. When she nodded firmly, Juu rolled her eyes as Goku blushed. With no other way out, Goku leaned over and peck the blonde's cheek. This obviously displeased the crowd who was looking for something a little juicier.
"What kinda kiss was that?!?" Bulma cried.
"The only kind he's going to get," Juu answered curtly. "Now are we going to dance or what?"
Bulma rolled her eyes and nodded toward the DJ, who started a soft melody, before turning back to the pair. "You two are no fun. Get off my stage."
Goku chuckled as he held his arm out to his queen. Juu took said arm and let him lead her down the steps to the dance floor. As all eyes focused on the royal couple on the floor, Bulma made her way off stage. After weaving through the crowd gathering around the dance floor, she finally stopped in front of her date, who was leaning against the back wall near the deck doors.
She glanced back to where Goku playfully dipped Juu causing her grab her crown in order to save it then smiled at Vegeta. "Pretty neat huh?"
He answered with a jerk of his head toward the doors. Bulma arched a brow in question then shrugged as she followed his silent instruction. Her shoes clicked softly on the wood as she walked to the rail, which surrounded the deck. Upon reaching it, she turned and leaned against it facing the approaching Vegeta. He just looked at her for a moment before asking, "You're not upset it wasn't you?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No, not at all." The arch of his brow told of his skepticism at this. "Okay, maybe I'm a little disappointed but not upset. I'm happy for Juu. She has a lot of stuff going on right now. She deserves a little happiness."
She wasn't sure what the nod of his head meant but she assumed it was good. The swishing of her skirt was the only sound on the deserted balcony as she turned to rest her gloved arms on the rail. She smiled down at the water flowing below, her left hand toying with the locket on her right wrist. "Besides, worse things have happened to me than not becoming prom queen," she said as he came to stand next to her, arms crossed over his chest. She looked down at the locket fondly before looking at him. "And much better things are happening to me right now."
If she didn't know any better, she'd say his cheeks reddened at the comment. She chuckled slightly at the sight then joined him in gazing at the sparkling lights in the sky. Silence had always been golden between them, and the sentiment was never truer than at that moment. Both would have been perfectly content to continue watching the stars in peace if it hadn't been for the switch of melodies inside. Vegeta turned his head at the soft purring sound coming from Bulma's direction. He raised a brow at the way she was swaying to the music, a dreamy smile on her lips.
"I take it you like this song," he stated more than asked.
"Hmm, like? No, I love this song," Bulma murmured. "It's called A Woman's Work by Maxwell. It's so pretty," she whispered wistfully. She hummed for a few moments until she felt someone gently grab her upper arm. Her eyes questioned him as Vegeta tugged her away from the rail.
Ever so slowly he pulled her to the center of the deck and into his arms, smiling at the stunned look in her eyes. Such was her surprise that, Vegeta had to release her waist and wrap her arms around his neck. With her hands linked behind his head, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. It was then Bulma realized he was actually willingly dancing with her. She had never in a million years thought she'd be dancing under the stars, with the man of her dreams, on the most beautiful night of her life. With a content sigh, she snuggled closer and rested her head on his shoulder as he swayed them to the beat.
The pretty melody had long since ended and yet they continued to hold each other close, making their own music. They stayed in their embrace some time before Bulma pulled back and looked into those flashing black orbs. She let her gloved hands cup his face before saying, "I want tonight to be special. I rented a room at Horizon Star Hotel and Suites. I want you to come back there with me tonight. Will you?"
Vegeta seemed somewhat surprised that she would take such a forward approach. He delayed so long that Bulma was almost afraid he'd say no. Any such thought was erased as he leaned forward to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. With a moan, she leaned forward into the kiss, taking it much deeper than Vegeta had intended. The probing play of their tongues continued until the excited voices of teens entering the balcony invaded their privacy. As Vegeta pulled away, Bulma smiled and took his hand in hers.
"Come on," she said giving him a little tug as a few couples drifted out. "Let's go tell everyone bye. I'm kinda anxious to go now. Know what I mean?" He only nodded as he let her lead him back inside the building.
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ChiChi tightened her arms around Goku's neck as she continued to place excited kisses all over his face. "I'm soooo proud of you!" she squealed as she settled more firmly in his lap.
Goku chuckled as he took the crown off his head and placed it on the table. "Thanks Chi."
Across the table, Juu and Krillin smiled at the couple's antics. After a glance around the dying party, Krillin turned back to his companions. "You know, I probably should have asked this earlier but do any of you know where the after party is?" All he got were blank looks to which he raised a brow. "Don't you guys think we should find this out before prom is over?"
Juu rolled her eyes as she toyed with the tiara on the table before her. "Why don't you just ask someone?"
"Ask someone what?" Launch asked as she and Marron stopped next to the table.
"Where the after party is," Krillin answered.
Launch smiled. "Well, that's easy. It's at Yamcha's."
"Oh okay, cool," Krillin said.
ChiChi cocked her head to one side as she gazed at Marron. "Who are you here with, Marron?"
Marron smiled excited. "Jay. I was going to ask Zarbon, but do you guys know he lost Friday?! What a loser! Anyway, I would have had to come all alone if I hadn't convinced Jay it would be more fun to have a date."
Jay grunted as he came to stand next to her. "And you were wrong. Have you seen all the free ass walking around here tonight? If it weren't for this date nonsense I would be shacked up in a hotel with three or four girls by now."
Frowning, Marron slapped his arm. "Hey! See if I sleep with you tonight!" she fumed crossing her arms over her chest.
Soft chuckles went around the table before Yamcha walked up, wrapping an arm around his date's waist. "You're all coming to the party, right?"
"Definitely!" Goku said, receiving nods from the rest of the table.
"Awesome," Yamcha said then turned his attention to the newest arrivals. "And what about you two?"
Bulma raised a brow as she paused behind Goku and ChiChi's chair, Vegeta stopping a step behind her. "What about us?"
"Yamcha's throwing the after party. You guys coming?" ChiChi piped up.
Bulma threw a smile over her shoulder before saying, "I think we're going to skip it. I've partied my high school years away. It's time I start some new trends," she finished with a smile. Several curious looks turned at Vegeta's amused grunt.
"Well, if you change your mind you know how to get there," Yamcha shrugged before looking down at his date. "Mind leaving a little early to help me set-up?"
Launch quickly shook her head. "No, not at all." Yamcha seemed quite pleased at her eager response, and didn't even bother to wave at his friends before leading her toward the door.
Marron giggled as she watched them go before turning back to the smiling table. "Aren't they cute?!? I think they like each other!"
"I think that's pretty obvious," Krillin chuckled.
When the DJ put on Vanessa Carlton's Ordinary Day, Marron practically squealed her excitement and grabbed Jay's arm. "Come dance with me and you might just get back in my good grace," she told him. Sighing, he let himself be dragged to the floor.
Bulma rolled her eyes at the two before turning back to the table. "Well, we came over to say congrats to Mr. and Mrs. Prom King and Queen and tell you guys we're outta here."
ChiChi raised a knowing brow at the two. "Oh? Leaving so soon?"
Bulma threw a playfully glare in the brunette's direction. "And don't you wish you were so lucky." When the girl rolled her eyes, Bulma chuckled and nodded to the rest of them. "See ya guys." Similar farewells were tossed back at her, as she turned to leave, Vegeta close on her heels.
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After slipping the keycard in the lock, Bulma pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Her eyes took in the exquisite yet simple decorations of the suite as she waited for the sound of the door closing behind her. When the soft click came, she turned to face the room's only other occupant. He stayed near the door watching her closely, allowing her the first move. Smiling, she walked over to cup his face between her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Her skirt rustled slightly when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening said kiss.
As they kissed, she let him pull the shawl from her shoulders and drop it to the floor, however, when his fingers found their way to the buttons at the back of her dress, she pulled back and looked deep into his eyes. The "What?" expression on his face couldn't be denied as she stepped out of his arms. Sighing, she tried to explain.
"Does this feel odd to you?" she questioned.
His brow knitted in scowl at her words. "What are you talking about?"
She bit her lip gently, suddenly feeling very silly. "So, I guess that means you don't feel something strange?"
He frowned at her for a moment before simply shaking his head. Feeling stupid, she nodded and stepped back to him, pressing her lips to his once again. He was hesitant at first this time; his eyes remaining open in the first moments of the kiss, but before long he succumbed to the power her lips had over him.
Trying to shake off the weirdness she felt, Bulma rested her hands on his shoulders as their lips brushed over and over. The feeling didn't ease and Bulma strengthened her resolve by pressing her lips to his, her tongue dipping into his mouth. Determined to beat the edginess, she pressed her body more firmly to his and let her fingers find the buttons of his jacket. With them free, she slipped her hands beneath and pushed the jacket to the floor, quickly following it with the dark blue vest that lay underneath.
In all her actions, the feeling of awkwardness didn't go away. She thought she was alone in her feelings until she reached for the buttons of his shirt and his hands caught hers. He broke the kiss and frowned at her deeply. Even though she couldn't fully read his expression, it was obvious that she wasn't the only one a bit uncomfortable.
"Please don't tell me that after everything we've been through that now things are going to get weird between us?" Bulma moaned. His frown only deepened. Sighing heavily, she began nipping at her lip nervously, before coming to a conclusion. "Okay, this is no big deal. I mean, of course things should be weird. We've been friends since we were in like seventh grade. It's only natural that we'd be a little weirded out about taking the next step."
"You think so?" he questioned.
Bulma frowned, being not quite sure if he was being serious or sarcastic. She had a strong inkling it was the latter. "Well, yeah, of course. I mean, we can't just go from best friends to lovers without there being a little feeling of unease."
His brow hitched slightly at the words. "Oh and what do you propose we do about it?"
The feeling that she was being patronized wouldn't go away anymore than the odd feeling between them would. She was about to tell him exactly what he could do with his snotty attitude when she rethought her position. Cussing him out wouldn't get her anywhere with Vegeta. He was obviously just as frustrated as she was with the situation, and in classic Vegeta style, the only way he could deal was to be an ass.
Clearing her throat, she started again. "I think we should try again, but take things slowly. We don't have to rush. We have all night, after all."
He considered this for sometime before finally nodding. She smiled and held her hand out to him. After a moment's pause he took the offering, and let her led him further into the suite. They spent the next ten minutes walking around the elegant room, chatting randomly as they did. Their trip finally brought them to the large bedroom where Bulma slowly began removing the long white gloves from her hands, taking great care to keep her bracelet in it's now permanent place on her wrist. After laying them on the nightstand, she turned and walked over to Vegeta. She wrapped her arms his neck and twirled her fingers in his dark strands.
"So," she started, smiling when his arms came around her waist. He tilted his head slightly as if waiting for her to speak and she tilted hers the opposite direction before brushing her lips against his. He returned the kiss so gently she almost whimpered from the pleasure of it.
His lips moved from her mouth and crept along her jawbone. She sighed softly as his lips continued down the side of her neck. His mouth parted slightly as it reached her collarbone and continued kissing/sucking to her shoulder. Bulma took this as an opportunity to turn in his arms, presenting him her back. His lips never left her skin as he drug his mouth from shoulder to shoulder blades.
While he continued to suck on her creamy white skin, Bulma's breathing began to quicken. He tightened his hold on her waist and pulled her flush against the front of his body. One of his hands slowly made it's way up the side of her body and brushed the curly locks, which were blocking his access to her long neck, aside. Bulma decided to lend her aid by reaching behind her neck pulling the mass of curls around to rest in front of her body, giving his mouth complete access. He accepted the obvious invitation and continued to trail openmouthed kisses up and down the side of her throat.
This time when he reached for the buttons on the back of her dress, the thought to stop him never entered her mind. Though the nervousness was still there, her youthful passion was much stronger. His lips continued their seduction as one hand made quick work of the buttons and the other gently massaged her tummy, causing heat to quickly rise there. A shiver ran through her as the silken material fell away from her body and pooled around her feet. His lips lifted then so he could turn her to face him. Slowly, his eyes roamed down her lush curves, now only clad in the barest hint of lacy blue fabric.
When those obsidian-like orbs came back to her face, Bulma smiled softly and stepped out of the mound of silk lying at her feet. She turned away from him and walked over to the bed, turning down the blanket. She climbed into the bed and took a few moments to adjust a few pillows behind her back. She then ran her fingers through her blue locks, spreading them across her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she patted the bed in invitation.
There was the slightest pause in his step before he slowly made his way over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. Upon reaching the bed, he let the top slip to the floor, and his hands began working his belt as she looked on with great interest. The slacks soon accompanied the dress shirt and he sat on the bed facing her. Bulma nuzzled her cheek against the hand he placed there. When their lips met this time, both would have to admit that it was by far the sweetest kiss they'd ever known.
Bulma reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. As the pert globes fell free, Vegeta's hand slowly moved from her cheek and down her throat to gently cup one. Bulma's arms circled his neck as she tried to pull him closer. He allowed her to pull him down on top her, her curls splashing across the pillows beneath her head. Their tongues continued to twist playfully, as each kicked their remaining garments off under the blanket. They kissed and caressed for a few minutes more before his desire for her became too much for him to hold off. Slowly, he positioned himself between her legs only to growl in frustration when she placed her hands on his chest and broke the kiss.
"V-Vegeta, wait," she murmured, breathing heavily.
"What is it?" he frowned.
"I- I didn't bring anything with me," she explained, gnawing her lip indecision.
His frown deepened, as he grew angry with himself. How had he let himself forget something like that? He wanted to kick himself for what he'd almost done. The last thing either needed in their lives was another unexpected surprise. With a growl, he rolled off her and reached for his pants lying on the floor. He quickly found what he was looking for in his wallet and slipped the protection on. After tossing the wrapper aside, he repositioned himself over a now smiling Bulma.
"Better?" he questioned.
She nodded as she pulled his mouth back to hers. "Nothing, I like better than a well prepared man."
He smirked against her lips at the comment as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He buried his hands in her hair and deepened the kiss as he gently entered her body. A shuddery sigh of pleasure slipped from her mouth into his and she thrust her hips forward a bit, urging him to continue. His mouth twisted over hers again and again as he began pumping in and out of her body. His mouth increased its pressure as he increased the speed of his strokes. Nasal sighs and moans rose from her as he pushed her closer to ultimate pleasure. A gasp slipped from her throat into his mouth as the muscles of her lower body began to contract violently around his member. She murmured his name softly as her orgasm washed over her and sighed as she received a soft grunt as he found his own release within her.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy, at the completion of his climax. They lay panting, limbs tangled together, for several moments before he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She lay across his chest for several moments trying to slow her beating heart. As it slowed, she couldn't fight the exhaustion that was taking over. She closed her eyes, barely on the level of consciousness, as he tightened his arms around her and whispered softly as she drifted away,
"I love you, Vegeta."
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Hope you guys enjoyed. Special thanks to Namek Kaia for the name of the hotel. See you next chapter. Thanks for reading.
AN: *ducks* Stop throwing those tomatoes! It's just not nice! Geez it's only been a week. *ducks again* Okay, okay! Maybe two or three. Sorry. Much love and thanks to the greatest chica and my beta hippiechick and also to Sue because I just love her to pieces. Enjoy!!
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Vegeta readjusted his collar as he stepped out into the cool, night air. With a frown, he closed the door of the midnight blue PT Cruiser Bulma had insisted they rent for the night. For the first time in his life, he would have preferred to stick with the gang. Krillin's dad had rented a stretch limousine for everyone, but Bulma was determined for them to ride alone. In all honesty, he really didn't mind being alone with her, but he had the feeling she was planning something.
He didn't wait long at the door before it swished open and a bot informed him Miss Briefs would be down momentarily. A half growl slipped from his throat. He knew exactly what Bulma's "momentarily" meant.
"Don't be upset Vegeta. She really is almost ready this time. I just checked on her myself," Mrs. Briefs smiled as she stepped off the last step of the staircase.
Vegeta nodded, not sure what else to do. He'd never been good with parents. They just weren't his forte.
She looked over his midnight blue tux then raised a brow as she reached the white shoes that matched his shirt. "Gold tips?" she questioned.
He rolled his eyes. "Your daughter's idea."
"And a good one, too, I might add. They fit you."
Any smart-ass reply he could think of died on his lips as he watched Bulma descend the staircase. She smiled knowingly at his speechlessness, one fine brow slipping upwards. "What? Nothing to say?" she asked stopping briefly on the second step.
He smirked at the arrogance in her tone; she knew she looked gorgeous. The ball gown was strapless and hugged her torso to the waist where it belled out to her feet. It shimmered slightly from the light glitter placed all over the silk material. The dark blue of both the dress and its matching see-through shawl, matched Vegeta's suit to a tee. Elbow length white gloves and the mass of blue curls framing her beautiful face completed the fairy tale princess look.
"I'm glad that, for once, I've rendered you speechless," she said. She was taking the last step from the stairs when one of the clear heels she was wearing slipped off her foot and landed before Vegeta. When she glanced at him expectantly he raised a brow.
"What?" he asked.
Rolling her eyes, Bulma lifted her skirt and slipped her foot into the shoe without his help. "Some prince charming you are," she said stopping in front of him with a smile.
"I've never claimed to be a prince," he answered with a smirk, not fighting the urge to kiss her. He didn't lift his head until a flash of light caught his eye.
He frowned as he looked up just in time to find Mrs. Briefs lowering her camera. "That one is going right in the front of the photo album," she said.
Bulma chuckled as Vegeta frowned. She then walked to her mother and kissed her cheek before saying, "Goodnight Mom."
"'Night sweetheart. You two have fun, okay?"
Bulma nodded before turning back to Vegeta. "You ready?" With his nod, she took his arm and the two walked out into the night air.
They shared the same companionable silence that accompanied many of their rides, as he guided the car along the dark streets. Bulma hummed softly to the songs drifting from the radio. It was when Ginuwine's Differences began to flow from the stereo that Bulma smiled at her date. Vegeta, feeling her eyes on him, glanced in her direction with a soft smirk. The moment passed as he returned his eyes to the road, taking a right that led into the dark forest. They drove for thirty minutes on the lone strip of road before a burst of softly twinkling lights came into view.
Being the fashionably late couple they were, they had no problem with prom traffic. Vegeta pulled right up to the waiting valet. He handed over the keys as one of the teacher/chaperones helped Bulma out. When she was finally at his side, happily lacing her arm through his, they entered the cabin. The place was packed as couples wondered between tables and the filled dance floor. Jimmy Eat World's The Middle jumped from the DJ table, and everyone was dancing to the fast pace as if they were wearing jeans instead of formal dresses and tuxes. Bulma's eyes found their way to glass doors at the back of the cabin. They were open and the party seemed be spilling out under the beautiful night sky.
"Come on, Vegeta. Let's go see if the guys are out there," she yelled over the music. At his nod, she released his arm and the two started to make their way through the wave of satin and beaded dresses. They made it outside to find many of their peers had chosen to take pictures against the beautiful background the night sky created.
ChiChi was just about to snap another shot of her friends when the newly arrived couple caught her attention in the corner of her eye. Looking up with a frown she called, "B! You two get over here!"
Never one to be told twice, Bulma dragged her reluctant date across the wooden deck. She positioned him next to Goku and pressed herself to his chest just as ChiChi snapped the next shot. She began winding her camera and frowned. "Okay guys, this is the last shot so make it good."
"Wait ChiChi! You should be in this picture too," Bulma cried.
"Oh! Well," ChiChi looked around the deck but didn't see anyone who could take the picture. All the other couples were either too enamored with one other or were in the middle of taking pictures themselves. "Looks like we're out of luck B-"
"Bulma!"
All eyes turned to the door as Launch, dressed all in pink, came dragging her prom date across the deck. "I'm so glad you finally got here! It's time to announce the prom king and queen. Being the head of the committee, it's your job to do it."
Bulma waved a dismissive hand at the girl's ramblings. "Whatever. Just take that camera from Chi and take a picture of us, will you?"
Launch blinked and then nodded her head. "Sure!" Frowning, ChiChi handed the camera over with a "you break it you bought it" look then quickly positioned herself between Juu and Goku, throwing her arms around her boyfriend's neck. Launch raised the camera to her eye and chirped, "Okay, say cheese!" The flash went off as four of the six cried the dairy product with glee.
Launch smiled as she handed the camera back to ChiChi and grabbed Bulma's hand. "Come on!"
Bulma almost tripped on her skirt four times before Launch pulled her back into the room and up the stairs on the DJ's booth. Launch released Bulma to say something in the man's ear. He nodded before turning down the music and nodding to Bulma.
She stepped up to the microphone placed at the center of the stage and tapped the mic experimentally before clearing her throat.
"Okay guys, gather around," she instructed. After about ten minutes, the group of teens had done as told to a certain extent, several people still filing in from the balcony. Bulma frowned heavily as the noise in the cabin continued to increase. "All right quiet down," she said. They paid her no attention. "Hey! I said shut-up!" she screamed into the microphone. That got their attention. Now, with all eyes on her, Bulma smiled.
"Okay, first off, as head of the prom committee, I want to thank you all for coming. I also would like to give special recognition to the other members of the committee because without them none of this would have been possible. So will you all join me in giving them a hand." A soft round of applause went up for the blushing members of said committee. When the praise died out, Bulma cleared her throat and nodded to Launch. The other girl motioned for two boys to carry a small table up on the stage as Bulma turned back to the mic. "Now, for the event you've all been waiting for. The tradition of prom king and queen is almost as old as Orange Star High itself. Competition this year was tight, and to all the nominees, myself included, I'd like to say congrats on the efforts you put forth this year to make you eligible for this honor-"
"Hey Bulma! Cut the babble and announce the winners already!" came a familiar cry from the crowd. As the group began murmuring their agreement, Bulma narrowed her eyes at a smirking ChiChi in the back of the room. ChiChi didn't flinch under the stare only leaned back further in her boyfriend's arms, smirk still in place.
"Fine," Bulma grunted, holding her hand out for Launch to hand her the first envelope. "First, of course, I'll announce this year's prom king," she said as she used the letter opener to cut the paper free. Handing the golden object back to her assistant, she pulled out the card. A huge smile spread across her lips before she spoke into the microphone again. "It is seriously so my honor to announce this year's Orange Star High Prom King as," putting in a big dramatic pause she practically squealed into the sound system, "Kakarot Goku Son!!"
An even louder screech came from the back as ChiChi threw her arms around her boyfriend's neck and planted a kiss on his reddened cheeks. A "Who me?!?" look covered his face as Krillin gave him a congratulatory slap on the back.
Bulma sighed and rolled her eyes. "Goku!!"
He looked up at from the group that had crowded around to congratulate him. "Huh?"
"Get up here!!" she said threw clenched teeth.
Realization dawned on his face, and he smiled. It took him a few minutes to make it through the excited crowd and up the stage. He waved bashfully at the cheering group as he walked across the stage to where Bulma was now holding a large red crown with fur lining the bottom. He smiled down at her before bending at the waist so she could try to place the crowd on his wayward locks. After a few frustrated tries, they decided it would be better if he just held it in place. Launch came around behind him and placed an extremely aged red cape with matching fur lining on his shoulders, snapping it into place with a golden clasp in front.
Smiling brightly, Bulma turned back to the waiting students. "Okay kiddies, now for his queen. Launch, if you'd be so kind as to hand over the envelope." The girl happily did so and Bulma cut the letter open. She bit the corner of her lip as she worked the card out of its envelope. The excited light in her eyes when she did read it made everyone certain that she was about to read her own name. Imagine their surprise when she said, "It must be the year of the athlete. This year's Orange Star High Prom Queen is Miss Juuhachigou Jashgi!"
Juu's, who hadn't really been paying attention to the goings on, expression of surprise was comical.
"What are you waiting for babe?!?" Krillin said, giving her a little push forward.
It took her a few minutes to cover her bewilderment with her usual coolness. She made her way to the stage and stopped next to a smiling Goku. She was attacked by waves of blue as Launch moved behind her to place a cape similar to her royal counterparts on her shoulders, while Bulma moved in front to place a bouquet of flowers in her arms. Bulma hugged her friend tight, crushing the flowers between them, before moving to the table. Picking up the large, cubic zirconium tiara, she handed it to Goku, who gave her a lost expression.
"Put it on her head, Goku," she sighed.
The "oh" look returned, as he held the crown on his head in place with one hand and tried to place the other crown on Juu's with the other. After a few clumsy moments, Juu brushed his hand away and placed the ornament on herself. The audience chuckled at their display before letting up a cheer.
"All right, now the moment we've all been waiting for. Goku must kiss his queen before leading her out for a spot light dance," Bulma instructed, almost laughing at the identical looks of surprise on her friends' faces. When she nodded firmly, Juu rolled her eyes as Goku blushed. With no other way out, Goku leaned over and peck the blonde's cheek. This obviously displeased the crowd who was looking for something a little juicier.
"What kinda kiss was that?!?" Bulma cried.
"The only kind he's going to get," Juu answered curtly. "Now are we going to dance or what?"
Bulma rolled her eyes and nodded toward the DJ, who started a soft melody, before turning back to the pair. "You two are no fun. Get off my stage."
Goku chuckled as he held his arm out to his queen. Juu took said arm and let him lead her down the steps to the dance floor. As all eyes focused on the royal couple on the floor, Bulma made her way off stage. After weaving through the crowd gathering around the dance floor, she finally stopped in front of her date, who was leaning against the back wall near the deck doors.
She glanced back to where Goku playfully dipped Juu causing her grab her crown in order to save it then smiled at Vegeta. "Pretty neat huh?"
He answered with a jerk of his head toward the doors. Bulma arched a brow in question then shrugged as she followed his silent instruction. Her shoes clicked softly on the wood as she walked to the rail, which surrounded the deck. Upon reaching it, she turned and leaned against it facing the approaching Vegeta. He just looked at her for a moment before asking, "You're not upset it wasn't you?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No, not at all." The arch of his brow told of his skepticism at this. "Okay, maybe I'm a little disappointed but not upset. I'm happy for Juu. She has a lot of stuff going on right now. She deserves a little happiness."
She wasn't sure what the nod of his head meant but she assumed it was good. The swishing of her skirt was the only sound on the deserted balcony as she turned to rest her gloved arms on the rail. She smiled down at the water flowing below, her left hand toying with the locket on her right wrist. "Besides, worse things have happened to me than not becoming prom queen," she said as he came to stand next to her, arms crossed over his chest. She looked down at the locket fondly before looking at him. "And much better things are happening to me right now."
If she didn't know any better, she'd say his cheeks reddened at the comment. She chuckled slightly at the sight then joined him in gazing at the sparkling lights in the sky. Silence had always been golden between them, and the sentiment was never truer than at that moment. Both would have been perfectly content to continue watching the stars in peace if it hadn't been for the switch of melodies inside. Vegeta turned his head at the soft purring sound coming from Bulma's direction. He raised a brow at the way she was swaying to the music, a dreamy smile on her lips.
"I take it you like this song," he stated more than asked.
"Hmm, like? No, I love this song," Bulma murmured. "It's called A Woman's Work by Maxwell. It's so pretty," she whispered wistfully. She hummed for a few moments until she felt someone gently grab her upper arm. Her eyes questioned him as Vegeta tugged her away from the rail.
Ever so slowly he pulled her to the center of the deck and into his arms, smiling at the stunned look in her eyes. Such was her surprise that, Vegeta had to release her waist and wrap her arms around his neck. With her hands linked behind his head, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. It was then Bulma realized he was actually willingly dancing with her. She had never in a million years thought she'd be dancing under the stars, with the man of her dreams, on the most beautiful night of her life. With a content sigh, she snuggled closer and rested her head on his shoulder as he swayed them to the beat.
The pretty melody had long since ended and yet they continued to hold each other close, making their own music. They stayed in their embrace some time before Bulma pulled back and looked into those flashing black orbs. She let her gloved hands cup his face before saying, "I want tonight to be special. I rented a room at Horizon Star Hotel and Suites. I want you to come back there with me tonight. Will you?"
Vegeta seemed somewhat surprised that she would take such a forward approach. He delayed so long that Bulma was almost afraid he'd say no. Any such thought was erased as he leaned forward to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. With a moan, she leaned forward into the kiss, taking it much deeper than Vegeta had intended. The probing play of their tongues continued until the excited voices of teens entering the balcony invaded their privacy. As Vegeta pulled away, Bulma smiled and took his hand in hers.
"Come on," she said giving him a little tug as a few couples drifted out. "Let's go tell everyone bye. I'm kinda anxious to go now. Know what I mean?" He only nodded as he let her lead him back inside the building.
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ChiChi tightened her arms around Goku's neck as she continued to place excited kisses all over his face. "I'm soooo proud of you!" she squealed as she settled more firmly in his lap.
Goku chuckled as he took the crown off his head and placed it on the table. "Thanks Chi."
Across the table, Juu and Krillin smiled at the couple's antics. After a glance around the dying party, Krillin turned back to his companions. "You know, I probably should have asked this earlier but do any of you know where the after party is?" All he got were blank looks to which he raised a brow. "Don't you guys think we should find this out before prom is over?"
Juu rolled her eyes as she toyed with the tiara on the table before her. "Why don't you just ask someone?"
"Ask someone what?" Launch asked as she and Marron stopped next to the table.
"Where the after party is," Krillin answered.
Launch smiled. "Well, that's easy. It's at Yamcha's."
"Oh okay, cool," Krillin said.
ChiChi cocked her head to one side as she gazed at Marron. "Who are you here with, Marron?"
Marron smiled excited. "Jay. I was going to ask Zarbon, but do you guys know he lost Friday?! What a loser! Anyway, I would have had to come all alone if I hadn't convinced Jay it would be more fun to have a date."
Jay grunted as he came to stand next to her. "And you were wrong. Have you seen all the free ass walking around here tonight? If it weren't for this date nonsense I would be shacked up in a hotel with three or four girls by now."
Frowning, Marron slapped his arm. "Hey! See if I sleep with you tonight!" she fumed crossing her arms over her chest.
Soft chuckles went around the table before Yamcha walked up, wrapping an arm around his date's waist. "You're all coming to the party, right?"
"Definitely!" Goku said, receiving nods from the rest of the table.
"Awesome," Yamcha said then turned his attention to the newest arrivals. "And what about you two?"
Bulma raised a brow as she paused behind Goku and ChiChi's chair, Vegeta stopping a step behind her. "What about us?"
"Yamcha's throwing the after party. You guys coming?" ChiChi piped up.
Bulma threw a smile over her shoulder before saying, "I think we're going to skip it. I've partied my high school years away. It's time I start some new trends," she finished with a smile. Several curious looks turned at Vegeta's amused grunt.
"Well, if you change your mind you know how to get there," Yamcha shrugged before looking down at his date. "Mind leaving a little early to help me set-up?"
Launch quickly shook her head. "No, not at all." Yamcha seemed quite pleased at her eager response, and didn't even bother to wave at his friends before leading her toward the door.
Marron giggled as she watched them go before turning back to the smiling table. "Aren't they cute?!? I think they like each other!"
"I think that's pretty obvious," Krillin chuckled.
When the DJ put on Vanessa Carlton's Ordinary Day, Marron practically squealed her excitement and grabbed Jay's arm. "Come dance with me and you might just get back in my good grace," she told him. Sighing, he let himself be dragged to the floor.
Bulma rolled her eyes at the two before turning back to the table. "Well, we came over to say congrats to Mr. and Mrs. Prom King and Queen and tell you guys we're outta here."
ChiChi raised a knowing brow at the two. "Oh? Leaving so soon?"
Bulma threw a playfully glare in the brunette's direction. "And don't you wish you were so lucky." When the girl rolled her eyes, Bulma chuckled and nodded to the rest of them. "See ya guys." Similar farewells were tossed back at her, as she turned to leave, Vegeta close on her heels.
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After slipping the keycard in the lock, Bulma pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Her eyes took in the exquisite yet simple decorations of the suite as she waited for the sound of the door closing behind her. When the soft click came, she turned to face the room's only other occupant. He stayed near the door watching her closely, allowing her the first move. Smiling, she walked over to cup his face between her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Her skirt rustled slightly when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening said kiss.
As they kissed, she let him pull the shawl from her shoulders and drop it to the floor, however, when his fingers found their way to the buttons at the back of her dress, she pulled back and looked deep into his eyes. The "What?" expression on his face couldn't be denied as she stepped out of his arms. Sighing, she tried to explain.
"Does this feel odd to you?" she questioned.
His brow knitted in scowl at her words. "What are you talking about?"
She bit her lip gently, suddenly feeling very silly. "So, I guess that means you don't feel something strange?"
He frowned at her for a moment before simply shaking his head. Feeling stupid, she nodded and stepped back to him, pressing her lips to his once again. He was hesitant at first this time; his eyes remaining open in the first moments of the kiss, but before long he succumbed to the power her lips had over him.
Trying to shake off the weirdness she felt, Bulma rested her hands on his shoulders as their lips brushed over and over. The feeling didn't ease and Bulma strengthened her resolve by pressing her lips to his, her tongue dipping into his mouth. Determined to beat the edginess, she pressed her body more firmly to his and let her fingers find the buttons of his jacket. With them free, she slipped her hands beneath and pushed the jacket to the floor, quickly following it with the dark blue vest that lay underneath.
In all her actions, the feeling of awkwardness didn't go away. She thought she was alone in her feelings until she reached for the buttons of his shirt and his hands caught hers. He broke the kiss and frowned at her deeply. Even though she couldn't fully read his expression, it was obvious that she wasn't the only one a bit uncomfortable.
"Please don't tell me that after everything we've been through that now things are going to get weird between us?" Bulma moaned. His frown only deepened. Sighing heavily, she began nipping at her lip nervously, before coming to a conclusion. "Okay, this is no big deal. I mean, of course things should be weird. We've been friends since we were in like seventh grade. It's only natural that we'd be a little weirded out about taking the next step."
"You think so?" he questioned.
Bulma frowned, being not quite sure if he was being serious or sarcastic. She had a strong inkling it was the latter. "Well, yeah, of course. I mean, we can't just go from best friends to lovers without there being a little feeling of unease."
His brow hitched slightly at the words. "Oh and what do you propose we do about it?"
The feeling that she was being patronized wouldn't go away anymore than the odd feeling between them would. She was about to tell him exactly what he could do with his snotty attitude when she rethought her position. Cussing him out wouldn't get her anywhere with Vegeta. He was obviously just as frustrated as she was with the situation, and in classic Vegeta style, the only way he could deal was to be an ass.
Clearing her throat, she started again. "I think we should try again, but take things slowly. We don't have to rush. We have all night, after all."
He considered this for sometime before finally nodding. She smiled and held her hand out to him. After a moment's pause he took the offering, and let her led him further into the suite. They spent the next ten minutes walking around the elegant room, chatting randomly as they did. Their trip finally brought them to the large bedroom where Bulma slowly began removing the long white gloves from her hands, taking great care to keep her bracelet in it's now permanent place on her wrist. After laying them on the nightstand, she turned and walked over to Vegeta. She wrapped her arms his neck and twirled her fingers in his dark strands.
"So," she started, smiling when his arms came around her waist. He tilted his head slightly as if waiting for her to speak and she tilted hers the opposite direction before brushing her lips against his. He returned the kiss so gently she almost whimpered from the pleasure of it.
His lips moved from her mouth and crept along her jawbone. She sighed softly as his lips continued down the side of her neck. His mouth parted slightly as it reached her collarbone and continued kissing/sucking to her shoulder. Bulma took this as an opportunity to turn in his arms, presenting him her back. His lips never left her skin as he drug his mouth from shoulder to shoulder blades.
While he continued to suck on her creamy white skin, Bulma's breathing began to quicken. He tightened his hold on her waist and pulled her flush against the front of his body. One of his hands slowly made it's way up the side of her body and brushed the curly locks, which were blocking his access to her long neck, aside. Bulma decided to lend her aid by reaching behind her neck pulling the mass of curls around to rest in front of her body, giving his mouth complete access. He accepted the obvious invitation and continued to trail openmouthed kisses up and down the side of her throat.
This time when he reached for the buttons on the back of her dress, the thought to stop him never entered her mind. Though the nervousness was still there, her youthful passion was much stronger. His lips continued their seduction as one hand made quick work of the buttons and the other gently massaged her tummy, causing heat to quickly rise there. A shiver ran through her as the silken material fell away from her body and pooled around her feet. His lips lifted then so he could turn her to face him. Slowly, his eyes roamed down her lush curves, now only clad in the barest hint of lacy blue fabric.
When those obsidian-like orbs came back to her face, Bulma smiled softly and stepped out of the mound of silk lying at her feet. She turned away from him and walked over to the bed, turning down the blanket. She climbed into the bed and took a few moments to adjust a few pillows behind her back. She then ran her fingers through her blue locks, spreading them across her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she patted the bed in invitation.
There was the slightest pause in his step before he slowly made his way over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. Upon reaching the bed, he let the top slip to the floor, and his hands began working his belt as she looked on with great interest. The slacks soon accompanied the dress shirt and he sat on the bed facing her. Bulma nuzzled her cheek against the hand he placed there. When their lips met this time, both would have to admit that it was by far the sweetest kiss they'd ever known.
Bulma reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. As the pert globes fell free, Vegeta's hand slowly moved from her cheek and down her throat to gently cup one. Bulma's arms circled his neck as she tried to pull him closer. He allowed her to pull him down on top her, her curls splashing across the pillows beneath her head. Their tongues continued to twist playfully, as each kicked their remaining garments off under the blanket. They kissed and caressed for a few minutes more before his desire for her became too much for him to hold off. Slowly, he positioned himself between her legs only to growl in frustration when she placed her hands on his chest and broke the kiss.
"V-Vegeta, wait," she murmured, breathing heavily.
"What is it?" he frowned.
"I- I didn't bring anything with me," she explained, gnawing her lip indecision.
His frown deepened, as he grew angry with himself. How had he let himself forget something like that? He wanted to kick himself for what he'd almost done. The last thing either needed in their lives was another unexpected surprise. With a growl, he rolled off her and reached for his pants lying on the floor. He quickly found what he was looking for in his wallet and slipped the protection on. After tossing the wrapper aside, he repositioned himself over a now smiling Bulma.
"Better?" he questioned.
She nodded as she pulled his mouth back to hers. "Nothing, I like better than a well prepared man."
He smirked against her lips at the comment as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He buried his hands in her hair and deepened the kiss as he gently entered her body. A shuddery sigh of pleasure slipped from her mouth into his and she thrust her hips forward a bit, urging him to continue. His mouth twisted over hers again and again as he began pumping in and out of her body. His mouth increased its pressure as he increased the speed of his strokes. Nasal sighs and moans rose from her as he pushed her closer to ultimate pleasure. A gasp slipped from her throat into his mouth as the muscles of her lower body began to contract violently around his member. She murmured his name softly as her orgasm washed over her and sighed as she received a soft grunt as he found his own release within her.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy, at the completion of his climax. They lay panting, limbs tangled together, for several moments before he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She lay across his chest for several moments trying to slow her beating heart. As it slowed, she couldn't fight the exhaustion that was taking over. She closed her eyes, barely on the level of consciousness, as he tightened his arms around her and whispered softly as she drifted away,
"I love you, Vegeta."
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Hope you guys enjoyed. Special thanks to Namek Kaia for the name of the hotel. See you next chapter. Thanks for reading.
