Bulma lay thinking to herself, immersed in lavender bubble bath and sipping
on red wine in candle light. When she had awoke next to Vegeta after a
rather unforgettable night, she had been shocked to say the least. First
of all, the night happened to begin with, secondly, Vegeta wrapped an arm
around Bulma's middle and held her as he slept instead of kicking her out
of his room like she had expected. Now, we're to the whole waking up next
to Vegeta thing again. Normally, Vegeta would be up before dawn to
train...but that particular morning, it was later when the prince awoke. How
much later, Bulma didn't know, because she had woken to a pair of coal
black eyes staring into her own. She didn't know how long he had been up,
but it was long enough for him to get a good look at her sleeping.
He looked shocked when she awoke. It was the best way to describe it. He had quickly recovered however, leaning over her body in a familiar fashion to retrieve her clothing from the floor.
"I have to train." Was all he said to her as he handed her her nightdress.
Vegeta rolled to the other side of his bed, wrapping a blanket around his waste, leaving Bulma a sheet for modesty. The Prince walked to his bathroom, but as he reached the door he turned around as if to speak, but promptly shut his mouth and proceeded on his way.
As Vegeta showered, Bulma quickly dressed. She hurriedly made his bed, reminding herself to send in a cleaning bot later for the bed cloths, and then promptly removed herself from his room. She felt like some kind of secret agent, sneaking down the halls avoiding any possible life form that could alert the compound of her presence.
Once in the sanctity of her own room, Bulma collapsed on her bed, unable to keep the giddy smile of her face. A small giggle erupted from her chest and she raised a hand to her mouth to stifle any further joy from escaping. She wasn't a virgin anymore.
Of course, all of the typical 'I'm not a virgin anymore' events happened over the next hour or so. Every woman does at least one of them. It's like a ritual that has been engraved into our minds since conception, only to be awakened once we have fully explored our bodies.
First comes the "Oh, my Kami, I'm not a virgin any more" thought. This is either followed by a feeling of joy, or a feeling of sorrow...sometimes both. Next comes the "I'm a little sore, but I really don't feel different" thought. This is usually followed by either chitchat with girlfriends, or a rather naughty 'hope my mother doesn't read this' journal entry. Bulma opted for the journal.
As Bulma laid in her bubble bath a week later, she reflected on her behavior over the last week. She was happy. For the first time since she was a little girl, she was truly happy. She had done something that had made someone happy. Not just anyone, but probably the hardest person in the universe to make happy.
As an added bonus, the Prince seemed to be a little shy around her lately. Bulma was positive that it wouldn't last, but it was nice at the moment. Vegeta wasn't as insulting to her right now, and he didn't badger her about the upgrade. Of course, it helped that Bulma was working a lot more than usual for him lately. She wasn't sure how, but she had managed to be more productive and find free time to herself lately. In short, it was wonderful.
Bulma also noticed another nice side affect of 'the night', as she liked to refer to it in her head. Unwittingly, Bulma had taken a step towards a more independent life. For the first time in years she had made a decision based on someone else's needs, and it had nothing to do with Dragon Balls, martial arts tournaments, or her usual set of friends.
She seldom admits it, but she often feels like an outsider, a tag along, for their many adventures. She had finally done something that didn't involve any of Master Roshi's students, and it felt good.
Sighing, Bulma unplugged the bath with her toes. She stood up and wrapped a large, fluffy, white towel around her body.
"Crap." She whispered as she saw that she had forgotten her cloths.
With a final tuck of the towel to make sure she was covered, Bulma opened the door, only to be met with a rather sweaty looking Saiyan, his hand outstretched as if to open the door and a look of surprise plastered on his face.
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Seeing as how it is 2:54 a.m. I am going to cut this short and post Vegeta's point of view tomorrow after a good nights/mornings sleep. Happy reading all and thanks for all the wonderful reviews! You all made me change my mind about this being a one shot, so all of this is for you! Like always, please review and feel free to e-mail me with any comments!
Love to all
Kanjizai
He looked shocked when she awoke. It was the best way to describe it. He had quickly recovered however, leaning over her body in a familiar fashion to retrieve her clothing from the floor.
"I have to train." Was all he said to her as he handed her her nightdress.
Vegeta rolled to the other side of his bed, wrapping a blanket around his waste, leaving Bulma a sheet for modesty. The Prince walked to his bathroom, but as he reached the door he turned around as if to speak, but promptly shut his mouth and proceeded on his way.
As Vegeta showered, Bulma quickly dressed. She hurriedly made his bed, reminding herself to send in a cleaning bot later for the bed cloths, and then promptly removed herself from his room. She felt like some kind of secret agent, sneaking down the halls avoiding any possible life form that could alert the compound of her presence.
Once in the sanctity of her own room, Bulma collapsed on her bed, unable to keep the giddy smile of her face. A small giggle erupted from her chest and she raised a hand to her mouth to stifle any further joy from escaping. She wasn't a virgin anymore.
Of course, all of the typical 'I'm not a virgin anymore' events happened over the next hour or so. Every woman does at least one of them. It's like a ritual that has been engraved into our minds since conception, only to be awakened once we have fully explored our bodies.
First comes the "Oh, my Kami, I'm not a virgin any more" thought. This is either followed by a feeling of joy, or a feeling of sorrow...sometimes both. Next comes the "I'm a little sore, but I really don't feel different" thought. This is usually followed by either chitchat with girlfriends, or a rather naughty 'hope my mother doesn't read this' journal entry. Bulma opted for the journal.
As Bulma laid in her bubble bath a week later, she reflected on her behavior over the last week. She was happy. For the first time since she was a little girl, she was truly happy. She had done something that had made someone happy. Not just anyone, but probably the hardest person in the universe to make happy.
As an added bonus, the Prince seemed to be a little shy around her lately. Bulma was positive that it wouldn't last, but it was nice at the moment. Vegeta wasn't as insulting to her right now, and he didn't badger her about the upgrade. Of course, it helped that Bulma was working a lot more than usual for him lately. She wasn't sure how, but she had managed to be more productive and find free time to herself lately. In short, it was wonderful.
Bulma also noticed another nice side affect of 'the night', as she liked to refer to it in her head. Unwittingly, Bulma had taken a step towards a more independent life. For the first time in years she had made a decision based on someone else's needs, and it had nothing to do with Dragon Balls, martial arts tournaments, or her usual set of friends.
She seldom admits it, but she often feels like an outsider, a tag along, for their many adventures. She had finally done something that didn't involve any of Master Roshi's students, and it felt good.
Sighing, Bulma unplugged the bath with her toes. She stood up and wrapped a large, fluffy, white towel around her body.
"Crap." She whispered as she saw that she had forgotten her cloths.
With a final tuck of the towel to make sure she was covered, Bulma opened the door, only to be met with a rather sweaty looking Saiyan, his hand outstretched as if to open the door and a look of surprise plastered on his face.
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Seeing as how it is 2:54 a.m. I am going to cut this short and post Vegeta's point of view tomorrow after a good nights/mornings sleep. Happy reading all and thanks for all the wonderful reviews! You all made me change my mind about this being a one shot, so all of this is for you! Like always, please review and feel free to e-mail me with any comments!
Love to all
Kanjizai