Many apologies to you all for not updating this for a LONG, LONG time. Man, I hate it when people do it to me and here I am doing it to you. Oh well. What can I say? Life happens, I got really busy. So I will complete the story to reward your patience.

Some side notes: Some may say that Vegeta is out of character here. I argue that Vegeta is not the same when he is with Bulma. Think about it: our lovers see a side of us that no one else ever sees. So keep that in mind when you are reading. Also, I'm not quite sure if I did a good job continuing the story. I had about a million different ways I could have went with this, so I finally settled on this one. So please let me know what you think of its direction. Ugh...time for me to get some sleep now...enjoy the story!
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Vegeta gently pushed her on her back as he lay next to her, his tongue running over hers as they still embraced. His hands found their way under her shirt to her breasts and Bulma moaned loudly.

A series of short knocks sounded. "Bulma dear, I bought some pastries! Come try some! They're really yummy!" Mrs. Briefs' cheerful voice filtered through the closed door.

Vegeta pulled away quickly, fists clenched, glaring at the door. Bulma growled in frustration.

"Why I should—" Vegeta began.

Bulma smiled at Vegeta and grabbed his arm. Vegeta turned to look at her. "I have an idea," she told him softly, a sly smile spread across her face. Vegeta smirked. Bulma turned to yell at the closed door. "No thanks, Mom! I think I'll just nap for a while!"

"Are you ok, Bulma? Do you want me to come in?" Mrs. Briefs started to reach for the doorknob.

"NO!" Bulma did not want her mother to catch her with Vegeta. Mrs. Briefs rambled on about the Saiyan prince enough as it was. "I just need some rest that's all." She smiled at Vegeta. Vegeta smiled back.

Mrs. Briefs dropped her arm and shrugged. "Well, all right, honey." She turned to walk downstairs.

Vegeta turned to embrace Bulma, but Bulma pulled away, smiling devilishly. "Not so fast, mister. I have an idea," Bulma told him smugly. Vegeta looked at her questioningly. Bulma jumped up and grabbed Vegeta's hand, tugging him towards her window. "C'mon, let's go!"

"Where are we going?" Vegeta's voice was annoyed. He wanted this woman and he wanted her now.

Bulma looked at him over her shoulder and smiled sweetly, brushing her blue locks from her face. It took everything Vegeta had to control himself at the sight of her. "Somewhere where we won't be interrupted."

Vegeta smiled widely at that and looked out the window.

"Will you carry me? It will be quicker if we fly," she told him shyly.

"Of course." Vegeta was surprised at her reluctance to ask.

"It's just that Yamcha hated doing that—"

"I'm not Yamcha!" Vegeta interrupted with a harsh booming voice. "I do not wish to be compared to that idiot ever again. Then he roughly scooped Bulma up and took off through the open window.

Bulma squealed with delight as she held on to Vegeta tightly. She inhaled the scent of him and closed her eyes against the rushing wind. Vegeta looked down at her blue mane as she opened her eyes to watch the scenery go by. The fascination in her eyes intrigued him. How could that idiot not enjoy holding her this close? Vegeta wondered angrily to himself. It doesn't matter. She's MINE now. He thought smugly as he held her even tighter. Bulma felt his embrace tighten and looked up at him, smiling.

Bulma guided Vegeta and before long, they touched down in front of a small lakeside cabin. Vegeta set her gently on the ground. Bulma looked around smiling. Then she turned in circles, arms spread out, giggling like a little girl. Vegeta looked at her and despite himself, he smiled at the sight of her. His Bulma.

"This is our vacation home." She informed Vegeta. "Isn't it just beautiful? We can hang out here and my mom won't bug us about pastries," Bulma declared, slightly annoyed still that her mother interrupted them. Bulma grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the cabin. "C'mon, silly!"

Bulma led him inside the cabin and left him in the living room while she walked into the kitchen. "I'll get us something to drink! Have a seat! Get comfy!" Bulma called back to Vegeta. Vegeta sat down on the couch.

Bulma trembled as she got two cans of cola out of the fridge. She was nervous—no not just nervous. She was terrified. I can't believe I brought him here. Now what? Bulma asked herself as she walked back out to where Vegeta was. Her hand trembled and the ice clinked around in the glass as she handed it to Vegeta noticed her trembling and realized she was afraid.

Bulma sat down and babbled senselessly to cover her fear. "…and you can even train here and no one will bother you—"

Vegeta's lips silenced hers as he embraced Bulma tightly. Bulma felt herself relax as her hands entwined themselves in Vegeta's black hair. He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "You have no reason to fear me, woman," he told her sternly. Bulma nodded softly, eyes wide. Then Vegeta kissed her even more passionately.

Suddenly, Bulma was weightless as the Saiyan warrior scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the master bedroom. He set her down gently on the mattress, kissing her. Bulma felt herself being pushed back onto the mattress.

"You are mine now, Bulma."

Bulma giggled.

"What?" Vegeta demanded, frowning.

"You called me Bulma. I didn't think you knew my name."

To her surprise, the Saiyan prince smiled softly as he removed her shirt. "I know it. It haunts my dreams." He removed her bra gently and kissed her breasts. Bulma arched her back in pleasure as Vegeta fondled and nuzzled her breasts. He could hear her heavy panting, telling him she wanted more.

He removed her pants and then went to grab her panties when her hand suddenly stopped him. Confused, he looked into her eyes.

"I-I'm a little scared," she confessed.

Then it hit Vegeta: she was still a virgin. He thought for sure her and Yamcha had been together intimately. So many times Vegeta had glared at him, jealous. He smiled and gazed down into her face. It turned out Vegeta didn't have to be jealous of the simple fool. "There's nothing to be afraid of." Vegeta told Bulma.

Bulma smiled, still nervous, but let go of his hand. With his hand freed, Vegeta slowly pulled her panties down and tossed them aside. Then he stood on his knees to get a view of the gorgeous creature that lay before him, in all her naked glory. "Beautiful!" He breathed.

Bulma blushed furiously and looked up at him shyly. Vegeta then got off the bed, standing on the floor. He removed his clothing and Bulma looked at him, her heart pounding. Seeing Vegeta completely naked both excited and slightly frightened her. She felt a strange yearning pounding between her legs. It intrigued her that just staring at Vegeta's naked body would do that. She noticed a certain part of him growing larger and felt tense.

Vegeta put one knee on the bed, then the next as he slowly approached her. Bulma took a deep intake of breath seeing him coming towards her. Then he kissed her deeply, hugging her tight as one hand explored her breasts. She gasped out loud when his hand found the warmth below her waist. His fingers caused her to gasp in excitement and softly moan.

Vegeta smiled as he slowly moved his head down to her waist. Confused, Bulma stopped him. "What are you doing?" She asked him.

"I want to kiss you," he replied. Then he continued his way down.

Bulma felt a sharp jolt of electricity flow through her body when his tongue touched her in her most intimate plate. She smiled broadly and gasped. She gently moved her hips in excitement as he continued exploring her with his tongue, enjoying the taste of her. Her body trembled as every muscle in her body contracted. She had no idea what was happening to her, just that something was drawing near. Then Vegeta pulled away.

"No!" Bulma gasped, attempting to pull him towards her.

Vegeta giggled. "Patience," He told Bulma in a husky voice.

He slowly crawled back up towards her kissing her with wild abandon. Bulma moaned as she grabbed his mane of wild hair. Pulling his lips away from hers, he trailed his lips and tongue along her neck and under her ear. He gently bit her earlobe and Bulma let out a loud gasp. Then he proceeded his gentle biting along the length of her neck.

"Bulma…" Vegeta moaned softly against her neck, groaning at the sound of her name.

"I love you, Vegeta," Bulma whispered. She held her breath, knowing he would not repeat those words.

Vegeta stopped nuzzling her neck and froze, looking into her awaiting big blue eyes. He stared at her solemnly. "I love you, Bulma."

Bulma's eyes grew large in shock. She giggled and hugged him tightly to her. Vegeta smiled against the soft flesh of her breast and then pulled his head back to look into her eyes.

Then, Vegeta took one hand and grasped her hip. "This may hurt," he told her.

Bulma gulped and nodded, "I know."

Vegeta kissed her gently and then he moved his body upward slightly. Bulma felt hot skin pressed against her between her thighs. She moaned from the touch and the warmth she felt.

Vegeta held her tightly and then with a small short thrust upward Bulma felt a brief searing pain followed by a burning sensation. She hissed with pain, her eyes shut tightly. Vegeta frowned at the pain he was causing her.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worried.

Bulma slowly opened her eyes. The pain was subsiding. "I'm fine," she smiled up at him. Bulma marveled at how all of him could fit. She felt so close to him. I never knew two people could feel so close.

"Neither did I," Vegeta murmured. Vegeta smiled at the surprised expression on her face. "Yes, I heard you. We are one now."

Bulma sighed and Vegeta bent his head down to kiss her long and hard, his hips slowly moving up and down. The movement increased Bulma's pain for a bit, and then it started to go away. The pain was replaced with something else. It felt similar to how she felt earlier when Vegeta's tongue was caressing her.

Looking into her face, Vegeta could tell Bulma was no longer in pain and it was safe to move a little faster. As he quickened his pace, Bulma's head rolled back and her eyes closed. She moaned Vegeta's name loudly. Vegeta could feel her start to tighten around him and he realized she was close to her climax.

Bulma felt like she was going to explode. She had no idea what was happening as all her muscles suddenly tensed tightly. "Wha….?"

"Yes," Vegeta reassured her.

Suddenly, Bulma's hips lunged violently against Vegeta's. "VEGETA!" She held onto him with all her might, thrashing about wildly.

Vegeta chuckled and smirked, watching her writhe in pleasure. Moaning loudly he cried out and then Bulma felt him shudder violently against her as she felt a warmth enter her.

Vegeta collapsed against her breasts and the two of them held each other while still trying to catch their breath. Vegeta lifted his head and gently cupped her chin in his hand, turning her towards him for a soft, tender kiss.

"I didn't know I could feel like that," Bulma told him, giggling.

Vegeta chuckled as he slid off her and lay on his back. He pulled her to him so he could cradle her in his arm. He pulled the blanket over the two of them.

Then Bulma stared off into space as the practical side of her ate away at her happiness. I can't believe I did this. We're not even married.

"Yes we are," an annoyed voice told her.

Bulma looked at Vegeta, shocked still that he could read her thoughts, and then laughed at him. :"But there was no ceremony, silly—"

"Your ridiculous Earth customs have no meaning for me," he informed her. "I took you. You are my mate forever and I am yours. We are husband and wife as you call it." Vegeta's black eyes stared proudly into her blue ones.

Bulma smiled seductively as she kissed him passionately. "Well in that case let's replay the honeymoon," she whispered into his ear.

Vegeta eagerly complied.