Author's Note: there's a little bit of a lemon in this chapter. It's not very descriptive but I upped the rating to R because of this.

Flying with a Wish

Chapter Five: Oh, boy

By Delphine

If ever two where one, then surely we.

If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compared with me, ye women, if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold

Or all the riches that the East doth hold.

My love is such I can no way repay,

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live, in love let's so persevere

That when we live no more, we may live ever.

"To My Dear and Loving Husband" by Anne Bradstreet

It was exactly an hour later that Bardock arrived in the training hall, but he wasn't alone. That fire-cat blue-haired Saiyan-jin was with him. "What is she doing here?" Vegeta demanded.

"Bulma is here to observe us. I'm to train her and I want her to know what is in store for her," Bardock answered his king.

So the Saiyan-jin woman was named Bulma, a distinctly foreign name. "Doesn't she know how to fight?" Vegeta said, sneering.

Bulma looked like she was going to yell but was cut off by Bardock. "Of course she does, but currently she is no match for Nappa."

Vegeta raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to further explain. Bardock told how Bulma had defeated Maizen.

"Not exactly a big deal." By Vegeta's opinion, Maizen was a weakling and his defeat was no surprise. Vegeta had no use for weaklings.

Still…Maizen was Nappa's only son, even though he was a disappointment, Nappa would take his defeat personally. As Vegeta looked at Bulma, a plan formed in his mind. Nappa was the leader of the traditionalists, Saiyan-jins who thought that the Empire should go back to the ways of their ancestors. The days before the Challenge, when Saiyan-jin could kill each other without provocation were long past and Vegeta intended to keep it that way. Bulma, with her un-saiyan-jin appearance, might just serve to shake things up. But first she would have to be trained to elite standards or she would be killed in some underhanded attack.

"I will train her," he said at last.

Bardock's eyes widened. "My king?"

"You heard me."

"Thank you, sir." He was sincere, much to Vegeta's surprise. Bardock must have taken responsibility for the girl for him to be so worried for her.

The mighty king turned to Bulma. "Nappa is off on a mission for me, he won't return for six months, you have that long to become as strong as him."

And strong she became. For five grueling months, Vegeta trained her. His methods were often harsh but effective. Bulma was uncertain as to whether she should hate him or thank him.

At the end of the fifth month, something happened. Bulma had been waiting in the training hall for Vegeta for what seemed forever. Finally, a male, reptilian servant showed up to inform her that Vegeta would not be free to train a weakling like her. To say Bulma was furious would be an understatement. "Where is he?" she growled out.

"His quarters, lady, but-"

Whatever he had to say, Bulma didn't stick around to find out. She was a woman on a mission. She was somewhat surprised to find the wing where Vegeta's quarters were located completely devoid of any life. Bulma found it very strange that there wasn't even one servant loitering around.

No matter, she didn't come here looking for a servant. Bulma entered through the doors to Vegeta's set of rooms. She turned her head this way and that way to find the king and giver him apiece of her mind. When she finally spotted him, all she ended up doing was blush.

Vegeta, sans clothing, was…busy. Bulma could not believe it; he had blown off a training session with her to jack off! That thought brought a furiousness to Bulma's mind and gave her the strength to overcome her embarrassment and approach the bare naked Saiyan-jin king. She coughed to get his attention.

It wasn't the proud Saiyan-jin king Vegeta that looked at her; it was some base creature that had taken his form. At least that was the way it seemed to her. The abyss black eyes that held her in their gaze were full of lust.

Vegeta approached her like a hunter stalking his prey. She had no time to move before the powerful Saiyan-jin male pounced on her, pinning her to the ground. Hands ripped the clothes from her body as a warm mouth moved across her neck to rest at the joint between her neck and shoulder. Why wasn't she fighting this? Bulma didn't know and didn't care; she was too focused on the hands that roamed across her bare flesh.

Muscled legs nudged her own open. Vegeta bet down at the joint of her neck as he surged into her body. Bulma lost herself to the feeling of Vegeta.

Sunlight teased her, drawing her form pleasant dreams. Bulma groaned in frustration and buried her head against the warm chest as strong arms held her. Wait a minute-arms!

Blue eyes snapped open in surprise. In her blind panic, Bulma broke out of the embrace and stumbled off the bed, not even aware of her bareness. The other occupant of the bed woke up at her sudden retreat…it was Vegeta.

He stared at her face before his eyes moved to her neck and his whole body froze in place. Bulma reached up to the spot that he was starring at and felt a bite mark. Oh, Kami, it was a Saiyan-jin mating mark.

Seeing her understanding, Vegeta began to speak. "I had isolated myself during my rut, so I wouldn't take a mate."

That explained the lack of servants in this wing. Well, damn, how was she supposed to know? "If you had sent an explanation in stead of an insult, I would not have come," she told him.

Vegeta shrugged. "It doesn't much matter now, we can't take it back"-he glanced at her with what looked like a smile tugging at the side of his lips-"my queen."

Oh Kami, how could she have forgotten. Not only had she gained a mate, which for all sense and purpose was a husband by Chikyuu-jin standards, she was now the queen of an entire empire. "Doesn't this just beat all?"