HOMG. been a long ass time since I have written anything. I appologise. Well, I seemed to have forgotten the sence of the plot in this story, so when you forget, make a new one up, ne! well. its not much, but im sleepy and I had the urge to write. Hopefully it will make you guys happy. 3

The next morning came, and the sunlight swpt through the windows like a slithering serpant. The morning dew seeped through the air, smelling like the scent of fresh flowers.

Waking from her slumber, Bulma opened her eyes and looked up at the cealing. Her mind wandered to what happened the ngiht before, but she could not seem to grasp the fact that she had slept with the man that she was forced to marry. Sure, he was rugged on the outside, but he had chosen her to share his memories with. And what painfuil memories he had indeed. Surely it explained the way that he was. It explained the reason why all saiyans were tough.

Pushing the sheets off of her naked legs, she sat up and stood. slightly light headed, she reached out of the end of the bed post to stedy herself. The bed itself was soiled with their juiices and the blood of her now ruined maindenhead. Making sure she was steady, we went into the bath chamber and turned the water on to luke warm, and settled into the soothing bath to ease the pain in her joints. Oh how her body ached.

"You slept late, Onna"

Bulma looked up to see her husband leaning against the opening of the door. On instinct, she crossed an arm over her breasts and blushed.

"Acting shy? Why bother, You were satisfactory in bed. Writhing underneith me like a cat in heat."

"What do you want, Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

"What do you think I want?"

"If I knew I wouldn't have asked."

Vegeta gave off another huff, then his usual smirk. "Well, I just came to tell You i leave this afternoon for another mission. I dont know when I will be back, so if you know your position you will behave yourself."

Bulma blinked and frowned. She was jsut growing used to him and perhaps even falling in love with the guy. What kind of relationship would they have if he was only home for a few days then have to leave for a few weeks. What would become of her emotions?

"Can't you stay?" She asked. It was silly, because she knew the answer to that before she even had to ask.

All at once, vegeta's act vanished and his smirk dropped into a slight frown. all at once he looked older than he should. 'I can't leave her..' he thought to himself. Instantly his mind screamed "traitor!" for letting his weakness showed. but what the hell, he had bonded with her already.

"Onna, let me tell you a little secret about bonded mates." Vegeta said, walking to the edge of the ub to sit downm taking a sponge to wash her back. "When a pair bond, they are never alone. and if one has to go away they are still together. because they can read thoughts. they can communicate."

Shocked by his behavior, Bulma blinked and tilted her head to glance at him over her shoulder. "Like telepathy?" she asked.

"Something like that. But its not only speaking with each other. we can also feel what the other is feeling. You probably felt it last ngith when you bit me. But if you think hard enough, I will be there by your side. When I am gone, dont forget this. Be careful of yourself, because there are those around the palace that will love to get their hands on you. And be careful of my Father. He might be planning something." Vegeta set the sponge down and leaned down to kiss the mark he had left on her neck causing Bulma to shiver.

Shivering, Bulma's mind raced with the news. She was new to this so she didnt know much of the saiyan's customs or their beliefes. Needless to say, this brought some of the worry she had down.

"When do you leave?"

"Now."

Fearing that tears will fall down, Bulma sniffled and nodded. "Take care of yourself."

Giving her one last smirk, Vegeta grabbed her breast and let ouyt a simple squeeze. "You aswell, Onna."

When he had left, it wasnt even a moment later that Bulma had a chill run down her spine. Almost as if on cue, things were happening and the end results werent going to be good.

"Kami... Keep me safe.." Bulma muttered, getting out of the bathtub and went to her room to get dressed.

Rawr. Okay,. there you got it. I will try to write more tomorrow when i get home from work. But if not, I will see you on the next post, which will not be too long... I hope. I will also try to write more on length wise. Kisses!