A/N: For all B/V fans, here's a little treat. It's short but I hope you enjoy it; I tried not to make it sappy.

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Bulma stared at the ceiling, as she rested on the satin sheets. This was where she enjoyed most of the day's comforts; here in their marital bed. It was only 9pm, but the couple had retired to bed early tonight, Bulma had had a rough day, too many things had gone wrong at work, more than a day's worth. Vegeta lay on his side close to her, propped up on his left elbow facing her. He had had an equally rough day, with an on and off headache interrupting his training, he had pulled through though, and he was glad for the chance he had to relax with his mate.

He used his right hand to caress her face; his fingers trailed her delicate features as gently as he could. He stared at her face possessively. He recalled a time when we would ignore her, to pursue his own selfish ambitions despite the fact that she had given him everything he could ever need. 'Fool' he thought, as he remembered the days he wasted outside of her presence. Now she had that stupid job, and they had less time to spend together.

He mentally cursed. 'Never again' he decided. 'She's mine and I'll enjoy as much of her as I can; and I'll see to it that she enjoys me.'

Bulma sighed peacefully as he continued his calming caresses, his hands were manly but soft, possibly because of being gloved all the time.

"Vegeta you're amazing with your hands, you can use them to both turn me on and to calm me down; amazing."

'If only I had spent my wasted years using my hands for these things instead of taking lives.' he thought. 'But no, I mustn't think this way now, the only thing that matters is that she's here and she's mine, she and my offspring are my main concern.'

He brushed his dark thoughts aside, "A prince knows how to touch his woman, Bulma." was all he could say.

She exhaled deeply, "Is that so?"

He moved his hand to her left temple and began making small circles with his pointer and middle finger, as the rest of his hand lay in a sensual caress on her cheek.
It was moments like this Vegeta enjoyed the most, where he could lock away and do whatever the hell he wanted with his woman, without the annoying presence of her ridiculous friends or parents; these were moments when he showed he cared openly.

She spoke again, "By the way Vegeta, speaking of princes touching their women, what's new with Trunks?"

Vegeta breath caught in the back of his throat for a moment, he hadn't remembered to mention the little incident the boy had with that girl. How was it he had planned to break the news again? He'd promised the boy her reaction wouldn't be anything like the harpy's; he had to keep her calm, he kept rubbing her temple.

"Woman, why is it you choose the oddest moments to make reference to our firstborn?" he replied.

She closed her eyes momentarily.

"It's just a question Vegeta." she responded lazily.

"Trunks is fine Bulma." he said as he allowed his hand to fall from her face and lay idly on her breast."But there's something you should now."

"What is it?" she asked, clearly still in her relaxed stupor.

"Trunks has touched a female."

"What?!" Bulma shot upward.

"Relax woman; nothing happened." Vegeta said as he pushed her back down beside him as gently as he possibly could.

Her head hit the softness of the bed with a tiny thud and she whipped around to face him, "What do you mean?"

"He touched her, and I ended their contact, that's all; now keep still so I can touch you."

Bulma relaxed, and allowed his caresses once more, "I know you're a man of few words Vegeta, but can you at least try to tell me what happened."

"He snuck a girl into the house, I had a premonition so I went to check on him, I felt his ki spike, he was in our other room..."

"What! Our sex room?"

He sighed impatiently. "Bulma, will you shut up for one minute so I can tell you everything."

He continued. "Yes, in our forbidden room. He was all over the female, I pulled him away, and she ran off."

"I can imagine, you're not exactly easy to face when you're angry; she must have been so terrified. You may be sexy and handsome Vegeta, but your angry face would scare a corpse."

'Corpse?' He smirked, "Foolish woman."

"So what happened next?"

"The boy was equally terrified, he looked like he was going to piss himself, when I told him we were going to the GR."

Bulma giggled as she stared at the ceiling, "Poor Trunks."

Vegeta smirked, "The boy can be as dense as his mother at times, he should know by now that I would never intentionally hurt him."

Bulma elbowed him playfully."So what happened next?"

"We spoke, I told him of the two phases and that you triggered my second one, and I told him why the room is sacred. Then I left him to train while I went for Bra, in that ridiculous vehicle, and I took her for ice-cream."

Bulma just smiled as she stared at the ceiling."Thank you Vegeta."

"What for?"

She turned to face him, abruptly ending his ministrations "For being a father to my children."

Vegeta's froze. He didn't believe what he just heard. Was the woman proud of him? He did try his best to raise the boy as he thought he should be raised, but surely he wasn't a good father, not by Earyh's standards at least.

Bulma's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I didn't know if you would stay after Cell, I was afraid you wouldn't. You don't know the joy I felt when you decided to stay..." her voice trailed off.

"I would never leave you woman..." he paused. "I don't know how."

"You're a good husband and a great father." she said as she looked deep into his eyes. "I'm proud of you Vegeta."

He didn't move, those were the last words he'd expected to hear from anyone for the rest of his life. He remained still for what seemed like hours, taking it all in. Finally, as if his mind had just registered what she said, he responded, not with words of course, because he wasn't sure how to, but he knew she'd understand that.

In a moment, he had her under his body and he leaned forward brushing her lips with his, then he claimed them. It wasn't the kind of kiss they shared during sex; it was different, for one, it packed a lot more gentleness than it did wild passion.

Then he pulled away, and looked into her eyes. Perhaps it was time to let her know, the moment was perfect.

Suddenly he felt nervous, this was not something he felt often and he hated it. His mouth suddenly felt dry; and he began contemplating whether or not he should tell her.

He argued with himself silently, 'She will think I've become a weakling. He shook his head, ' No, you fool, she died before you had a chance to tell her the last time, she must know, while I still have the chance, while there was no threat to our lives.'

His countenance changed as images of her dying at the hands of Buu resurfaced in his mind. He hadn't witnessed her death, but he had dreamt of it many times before. Nightmares of his past with Frieza seemed like child's play to him when he envisioned Bulma's death. He couldn't stand it, and his faced betrayed that fact.

Bulma looked up at him in concern, "Vegeta, what's wrong?"

His expression softened at her words, he'd made up his mind, she was his and she deserved to hear him say this; she'd lived far too long without it.

"Bulma" he began, "we'll never know how much time we'll have together."

Bulma's brows furrowed in confusion, "Vegeta, what are you talking about?"

He stared into her eyes, and he allowed his to betray their emotion; a rare sight even for her.

He took a deep breath, "Bulma. I love you, and I will never love another."

She gasped in awe at his words, and he took that moment to capture her lips with a kiss before she could respond.

'Perfect, you've finally heard it from my own lips, woman; I hope you remember this when you doubt I care for you.'

Bulma was still in shock. Had her ears betrayed her?

He had shown her his love everyday for the past 9 years, but had he actually said it?

'Yes' she decided. 'He had said it, and it felt damn good.'

She gripped his mane and pulled him away from her.

She looked at him as tears began to form in her eyes and said, "I love you too Vegeta, you and no one else."

He wrapped his arms around her and drew her in for a tender kiss once more, at that moment, he knew that he held in his arms the dearest thing he'd ever had; his equal; his mate… his love.


A/N: I apologize if you guys think that this is too soft for Vegeta; but in this timeline, he'd watched those he cared for die twice (Future Trunks by Cell and then Present Trunks and Bulma by Buu). I think those experiences have made him decide not to leave anything undone, that he would regret if he lost them again.

But I really wanna know if you think this is too OOC for Vegeta, I've been getting good reviews for keeping him in character so far, so I hope I haven't ruined it for anyone.

I'm eager to hear what you think:

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