Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. Toriyama and Toei animation co do. I only own Shandi. This is a work of fan fiction. I don't get paid for this, and this means no harm to the series! Warning, Vegeta or Bulma might seem OOC to some, but this is a PWP written as practice!

A Taste of Heat

By Trynia Merin

Lemonade anyone?


Much later Vegeta stretched out on the marvelous king sized bed then crawled over to his woman lying there. Inside his new suite down the hall from Bulma's he relished the near royal accommodations with a sense of pride. Done up in royal blue, the sheets, counterpane and curtains sang with the colors he was most comfortable with. It was starkly masculine, no frills anywhere present. All of his items had been neatly packed away by Mrs. Briefs and her bots. At first he had been almost furious to see his things being carted away, but one look from the baka Mrs. Briefs had quelled his nerves.

Bulma opened the door to his room, carrying a silver bucket wiht a bottle protruding. She set it down at the side of the bed, then plunked two goblets down next to it. Vegeta motioned for her to join him, patting the bed beside him. "About time you showed up. I take it that beverage is appropriate for such an occaision?"

"You could say so. But next time YOU get the champagne," she snorted, crawling onto the bed. She set the ice bucket between them and twisted the wire holding the cork on.

"It's under pressure..." Vegeta observed, then leapt up as the cork exploded out of the top. "Shimatta!"

"Relax, that's supposed to happen," Bulma giggled, shoving both glasses one after the other under the stream. She then relocated the bucket to the bedside table.Taking both glasses she handed one to him, and glanced at him expectantly.

Vegeta saw Bulma pick up a glass and sip it daintily. He threw back a full glass, the held it out for Bulma to refill. He lifted a quizzical black brow when she held her glass near his. "Don't tell me you haven't heard of a toast..." she sighed.

"I'm not some uncivilized boor. You're mistaking me for Nappa," he snorted indignantly.

"To the success of our revenge," Bulma said. Vegeta nodded, clinking his glass to hers.

She rolled over and smiled at him, tipping more of the golden fizzy beverage into his goblet. She raised hers to his, clinking glasses. Holding hers to her lips she took a sip, then asked, "So, you're not that pissed we moved you into the house? You said you wanted quarters like mine…"

"It's satisfactory," he nodded, leaning his head against one folded arm.

There came a knock at the door, and they both stiffened. "It's only your baka mother… with food," Vegeta snorted.

"Yoo-hoo, am I interrupting anything in there? I have some food for the nice young man…" Bunny's cheerful voice cooed.

"Thank you, serving woman," Vegeta said. "You may enter…"

The door swung open, admitting Bulma's blonde mother in tight jeans and tube top. Over her shoulder she carried a huge tray. She grinned as she glanced at them reclining in Vegeta's bed, and said, "Oh, you like your new room! I'm so glad!"

Laying on his side he faced her, admiring how nicely her body filled out the silk blue nightgown draped around her. Clad only in black silk boxers and his robe, he smiled smugly at the blonde setting the tray of sandwiches between them. He said, "It is satisfactory. Now, will you leave us? "

"Don't mind me, you two. Just have fun. I'll make sure nobody disturbs you… from doing whatever it is you're doing…" Bunny winked.

"Very good. You're dismissed, and your services will be well rewarded," Vegeta said politely. Bulma fought the urge to protest, but realized he could be nastier than he was at this time. It was eerie to see him so polite towards her.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she said, whispering to Bulma.

"MOM!" she shrieked, as her mother tiptoed off and giggled. The door clicked shut.

"I have to admit your mother isn't as stupid as she looks," said Vegeta. "In fact she's downright… tolerable as of late…"

"Vegeta, she's NOT a slave…" Bulma spluttered.

"But she is a servant, and knows her place, as you must. And I wish to have you enjoy the pleasure of my company now," he said as he reached for one of the sandwiches on the tray between them. Mrs. Briefsasked no questions seeing Bulma there, Vegeta noted.

"Oh Vegeta what am I going to do with you…" she sighed.

"Finishing what we were doing earlier I hope, woman. That is if you have any good sense," Vegeta snorted.

"All right you've got me there, but when we're done we need to have a little chat about recent developments," she nodded, reaching up to pull him down. Bulma leaned up and tucked a hand into his spiky cone of hair, finding it surprisingly soft. Just how it defied gravity was a mystery she'd ponder later.

"Do me a favor and shut up, or do I have to make you?" he snorted. Leaning towards her he wrapped his hand holding the glass behind her head. His lips met hers.

Now she simply enjoyed covering his mouth in a kiss. He still had a bit of stiffness when he kissed her, but he was improving each time. Rolling her under him, he lay himself across her fragile body, and moaned as she parted her white legs to let him lie between them. Soon he rid himself of his shorts and sandals. Bulma shyly sat up as he lifted himself off, and examined her with a smoky glare.

"Most adequate indeed," he whispered, fingering the silk of her nightgown.

"You mean I'm not hideous?" she asked, fingering his widow's peak.

"You're still quite an ugly thing, but I suppose you're fortunate that I lowered my standards, considering what limited selections this third pebble from the sun has to offer…" he breathed deeply.

"Well you're an arrogant stuck up prick, among all the males in the world," Bulma winked at him.

"Don't you forget it," he answered, drawing his hand over her cheek.

"Am I your hideous female then?" she purred.

"Who else would put up with your shit," Vegeta grinned.

"I suppose someone has to put up with the prince of all Assholes… and I guess I'm the only one stupid enough to," Bulma sighed over dramatically.

"Nobody else has the balls to tell you how annoyingly shrewish you are, and what a spoiled rotten bitch you can be…" Vegeta smirked, lowering his face to rain small bites on her chest.

"That makes two of us, your Royal Pain in my ass," she sighed, laying with her arms spread wide. "You're like a disease I can't recover from…"

"Likewise you're equally bad for my health, woman. An addiction I can never recover from," he murmured, reaching down with bare hands instead of gloves to caress her body with very soft hands.

She closed her eyes, shivering with the contact of his skin on hers, with no barriers between them. He pushed her thighs apart, and she rested her ankles on either shoulder when he lifted her hips. Growling savagely he thrust into her with a sharp jab that made her scream.

She hung onto him, feeling his relentless savage assault. Blue chikara soaked into her body, increasing her strength so she could bite on his shoulder, his neck and rock her hips down. She embraced him hard from the inside, bringing her legs down to crush his torso in a death grip that would have made Xenia Onatop from James Bond proud.

"Harder! I'm not afraid of you," she yelled.

"Be careful what you ask for!" Vegeta grunted, mercilessly making love her. His fingers dug into her skin, funneling more of his personal ki into her body to compensate for her weariness.

"Vegeta… I need you," Bulma cried out at the power flooding through her body, making her feel like a goddess. Very slowly he had accustomed her to higher ki levels so she now radiated with far more than an average human could take.

" Tell me who you belong to!" Vegeta snarled.

"I… I don't BELONG to anyone!" she sniffed.

"Wrong answer, naughty female. You belong to me," Vegeta snarled.

Bulma suddenly blinked, stiffening in his arms. Her blue eyes widened as he floated ten feet above the bed, holding her to his powerful sizzling form with his hands alone. She stammered, "You mean… you're serious… that I… you and me… are a couple?"

"That's partly right, Bulma. You're mine completely though, to do with what I will," Vegeta answered, his dark bottomless midnight eyes staring at hers.

"Shimatta I'm such an idiot!" she gasped, shivering at the implications. "I'm… actually… yours… for real? Like girlfriend and boyfriend? Or lovers, or what?"

"For real as in mates. More specifically as the one and only female that I'll ever require," Vegeta rumbled. "You call it married as in husband and wife…"

"Thank Kame," she sighed. "Because I don't want anyone else…"

"Fortunate for you. Because I'd have to kill them," Vegeta answered, not at all joking. "That means you have to obey me… got it?"

"Mmm, I think I can live with that. But don't blow up the planet if you get pissed all right? Can you promise me that?"

"I suppose I can," he snickered, as she leaned up to kiss him hungrily. He locked her in his arms, impaling her deeply with huge thrusts that made her scream. Every cell of her body vibrated with sheer immeasurable power.

"Ohh Vegeta… don't stop… I need you… I can't take it…" she whimpered.

"That's right… I have the power of life and death… make no mistake," he said with a wicked smile that somehow melted her heart.

A shuddering force of power shook her, tingling her loins with energies that would have vaporized a human not accustomed to such a high level of ki. Bulma let loose with a scream, realizing the thin film of his ki was shared between them both, keeping her from being destroyed. She tightened around his naked form blistering with terrible power, and hugged him tightly. Knowing she was the only one who dared and could.

"I'm yours forever, Your Majesty…" she sighed. "To do with as you will…"

"That's my woman," Vegeta purred. Caught up in his awesome power, she screamed his name once more when his hot royal seed seared her womb.

The next moment she lay there pressed in the bed with his sweating body. She stroked his hair aside, looking lovingly up into those terrible eyes that she could not tear herself away from. Terrible, yet wonderful and savagely beautiful. It was as if she was connected to a force of nature, not a being. He could destroy worlds with a blast, but here she was, belonging to him.

"Don't ever stop protecting me, Vegeta-sama," she whispered in his ear.

"Foolish Bulma, I do as I will. And that includes keeping your ass out of trouble even if you do make a nusance of yourself. However… you'll have to learn some manners as the Prince's chosen mate. Or else there will be punishment…" he crowed.

"P… punishment?" Bulma gasped. She reached up to touch the mark on his neck that she had made, speechless.

He gave a smug smile, and knew at long last she recognized the significance of the marks that graced her body. Contentedly she dozed in his arms, and Vegeta held his new possession closely to him, determined not to let this amusement go. She was something more than he wanted to admit, but she would learn the significance beyond mere satiation soon enough. Yet not till he had defeated the enemy, and could claim what was rightfully his.