Chapter 10

The early morning sun rose in the soft pink and blue sky, its rays shining through one of the many bedroom windows in the Capsule Corp building where a certain heiress was resting peacefully in the warm covers of the Saiyan Prince's bed.

Bulma sighed softly and her eyelids fluttered like the wings of a butterfly before she opened them completely. Her arms rose above her head as she stretched languidly like a cat before she relaxed. She turned her head to the left and found that side of the bed empty. She felt the sheets and found that they were barely lukewarm, an indication that Vegeta had been gone for a little while.

The hum of the gravity chamber caught her attention and she wrapped the covers around her chest and sat up to look out the window. "I shouldn't be surprised at how his Highness got out of bed this early to train and yet here I am." She just shook her head in amusement at Vegeta's work ethic.

"I don't know how he has the energy to do anything right now, especially with how we went at it like rabbits last night." She remarked with a slight blush on her cheeks.

Bulma knew that their eventual coming together was going to be mind blowing but she hadn't expected to be as amazing as it was. It put all of her dreams and fantasies to shame. She'd been worn out when it was over and fell asleep immediately.

She remembered the way he held her, his grip so possessive and confident. The way he moved his body and how he touched her. His kisses and how he always smirked or laughed in a devilish manner when he found one of her erogenous zones. His words and actions when he held her down proved how, like in all areas of his life, he prefers to take control in the bedroom as well. Not that she was complaining, it was hot as all get out.

Her mind went back to something he said to her that caught her attention.

'I'm not above restraining you to the bed, Bulma.'

Back when she was still with Yamcha, she never once entertained the idea of being tied up or anything along those lines. In their relationship, she was the one who mainly led the way when they were intimate and it was fine for both of them.

Now though, she was with Vegeta, who was the polar opposite of her former beau. He was bold, assertive, had a wicked mouth and clearly was going to be the one calling the shots and to be honest, she didn't mind. Actually, the idea was very appealing. Of course she wouldn't lie back and take it all the time but she was perfectly happy letting him have his way.

She snickered at that train of thought. Bulma could only imagine how surprised some people would be hearing her say she's fine with taking the back seat in terms of their bedroom antics.

But there was something she could not, and would not ever forget. The way his eyes and teeth had changed. To say she had been stunned would've been an understatement. She really wasn't expecting his eyes to change colour and for his canines to elongate like that.

'He reminded me of the vampires from cheesy supernatural romance movies. The only difference was that he wasn't faking it and he was a lot more feral than those dudes could ever wish to be.'

She shivered lightly when she thought of his words after she asked about his change.

Vegeta gave her a devilish smile before laying on top of her and whispered to her in a dark, captivating voice. "In simple terms, my Oozaru demands that I fuck you until you don't remember any other name besides my own."

Oh and how he managed to back up his words with his actions. Though she wouldn't tell him that.

'Kami knows I won't tell him how good he was. His already disgustingly huge ego doesn't need the extra boost.' Vegeta must've been so damn proud when he found her dead to the world so fast.

Bulma attempted to stretch her neck, trying to work out the kinks, when she winced at a sharp pain on the right side of her neck. She gently brushed her fingers over the spot between her shoulder and neck. Her eyes widened when she felt teeth marks on the skin. Then she remembered.

"He bit me. Really damn hard by the feel of things. But why?" She made a mental note to ask him later.

Bulma gasped when she felt a small tremor in the earth. Living in Japan all her life, she was used to the occasional earthquake so she knew how one felt. That little shake in the earth was something else. She looked out the window right at the GR. The hum had stopped for a moment before coming back on again.

Of course.

She laid her palm on her forehead and sighed in annoyance.

"Kami, one of these days that idiot is gonna blow the ship up again. He really needs to slow down." Although she knew damn well he wasn't going to slow down until he reached Super Saiyan. As much as she didn't like it, she understood why.

For almost six months now, Vegeta has been training like an absolute madman. He's hurt himself more times than she could count. Fractured ribs, cuts, burns and bruises had littered his body and yet he kept on going. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't break past that barrier that was holding him back. It was beginning to frustrate him and a frustrated Vegeta always equals a reckless Vegeta.

It was confusing the hell out of her as well. Bulma built him the most challenging battle bots that she could manage, increased the level of gravity he could use and even had guns that would shoot synthetic ki laser beams at him at dazzling speeds so he could improve and reach his goal and still he remains the same.

Sure, physically, he's changed. His body is much more defined than it was a few months ago. Her monthly reports indicate that his strength has also taken a huge leap. By all accounts he should have transformed by now. So what was missing? What was or wasn't he doing in order to reach his goal? She wasn't sure but she was determined to help him in any way she could.

Bulma looked at the sky and found that the sun had risen quite a bit. She'd been lost in her thoughts for a while. She got out of bed and took the towel Vegeta left on the floor and wrapped it around her body, gathered her ruined nightgown and walked to the door. She opened the door and, as soon as she confirmed the coast was clear, dashed to her room. Bulma took a quick shower, careful to avoid her wound, got dressed in a polo neck shirt and jeans and went to join her family for breakfast.

When she arrived at the kitchen, she greeted everyone present, the Prince included.

"What a surprise. Our guest of honour has finally decided to grace us with his presence this morning."

Said guest looked at her with a bemused expression on his handsome face. She couldn't help but laugh at that look. It was just too good!

Mrs Briefs put everybody's plates in front of them before seating herself at the table. Bulma noticed that her portion was much larger than she was used to. Strange.

"Um, mom." Mrs Briefs turned her head to acknowledge her daughter, her ever present smile stuck on her beautiful face. Vegeta just couldn't understand why she was smiling all the time. It was actually very odd.

"Yes, darling?" She cooed at Bulma.

"Why did you give me more food than I usually eat?" She took a sip of her orange juice.

"I thought that you could use some more food so you could get your energy back after last night, sweety."

Unlike last time, she had something in her mouth but luckily she didn't spit it out. She choked on it. She coughed a few times while her mother patted her on her back. Once she could breathe properly she attempted to speak again, only for her mother to cut her off.

"Now Bulma, there's no need to be shocked. It's a natural part of life. Besides, you weren't very quiet about it." She groaned in embarrassment and hid her face behind her hands.

'Kill. Me. Now. Note to self, soundproof both yours and Vegeta's rooms.'

The colour on Bulma's face could rival a ripe tomato, it was so red. She risked a glance at the whole table through her fingers. Her mother was beaming at her as if she'd said nothing wrong. Her father was looking very intently at his newspaper, but upon close inspection, she saw a faint tint of red on his weathered cheeks. No doubt a little uncomfortable hearing about his daughter's escapades from his wife.

'Join the club, dad.'

She then looked at Vegeta and immediately wished she hadn't. He was looking at her with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes, his face the epitome of smug male satisfaction. He was enjoying watching her squirm in her seat.

Cocky bastard.

Bulma dropped her hands and picked up her fork to eat as fast she could so she could get the hell out of dodge.

"Thank you very much for the enlightenment mother. You really didn't have to do that."

"You're welcome Bulma. To be honest, I'm just glad that you're with Vegeta now and not Yamcha." Bulma's eyes widened at that. "Not to say I had anything against him, I just think that you and Vegeta are better suited for each other."

'For Kami's sake, make it stop!'

At this point the Prince was full on smirking with wicked glee. Sometimes the woman's hare brained mother really knew how to silence her daughter with facts.

Somehow Bulma managed to finish her meal in record time without choking to death.

"Would you look at the time! I just remembered I have to….fix the dragon ball radar. Kami knows we'll need that little gizmo soon. Thanks for breakfast Mama." She stood up quickly, took her dish to the sink and left the kitchen in a hurry.

Mrs Briefs giggled lightly before speaking to no one in particular. "Just think, in no time at all, there'll be cute grandbabies for me to spoil rotten!"

Vegeta just rolled his eyes and left the kitchen without a word. Really, for her moments of actually making sense, she always manages to find some way to ruin it with nonsensical ideas.

"Why couldn't I have been born to a normal mother? She just says the most embarrassing things sometimes." She groaned out loud.

Bulma was lounging with her eyes closed on a chair by the pool in the backyard, soaking up the warm rays of the sun. Autumn was slowly giving way to colder weather so she was going to get as much warmth as possible.

A shadow passed over her face, taking away the warmth and replacing it with the cooler atmosphere. She frowned in irritation at the sudden change.

"Stupid clouds, hiding the sun from me." She muttered under her breath.

"Just what have you done that's so exhausting it warrants you sitting out here doing nothing, woman?" A familiar voice spoke up.

Bulma pursed her lips at Vegeta's comment. "Vegeta, do you mind? You're in the way of my unofficial tanning session." She said with her eyes still closed, completely ignoring his statement.

"As a matter of fact, I do mind. Why don't you get off your lazy ass and actually do something useful, like fixing the bots I destroyed yesterday?"

That got her attention.

Her eyes snapped open and she stood up from her comfortable perch.

"What the hell do you mean destroyed?! Dammit Vegeta, I built those bots three days ago with materials that aren't easy to come by. How have you already trashed them?!"

He merely crossed his arms and looked down at her, looking like the poster boy for aristocratic arrogance.

"Obviously the technology on your backwater planet isn't enough to handle the might of the Prince of all Saiyans. Really, woman. I thought that by now you would know not to provide me with inferior machines such as those."

If looks could kill, Vegeta would've died a hundred times over right on the spot. The infuriated gaze she sent him could've sent lesser males running for the hills.

"Excuse me?! Inferior technology?! I'll have you know that we don't use anything but the best the earth has to offer! Our tech is so advanced that some of the projects I've built have been classified as top secret because they're too ahead of our time! And for you to stand there in all your assumed glory insulting my intelligence is-"

She would've gone on with her rant….if the Prince didn't take that opportunity to shove his tongue down her throat. He broke his kiss as suddenly as he started, silencing her right there. He chuckled at the dazed expression on her face.

"Now that's much better. Silence becomes you, woman."

Bulma narrowed her eyes at him after hearing those words. "While I should bite your head off for saying that, you actually reminded me of something I wanted to ask you."

Vegeta raised his eyebrow, a silent way of telling her to continue.

"Right. So, what's this about?" She pulled down the neck of her polo and showed him the bite on her neck.

He shrugged dismissively at her inquiry. "Long story short, it's a mating mark. If I'm not mistaken, the Earthling equivalent would be the ring symbolising marriage that I've seen on your mother's finger."

Bulma looked at him with a blank expression on her face. "So, what you're saying is we're basically married."

"Call it what you want, it makes no difference to me. We're mated and that's all there is to it."

The heiress was sure that she and Vegeta were having the most nonchalant conversation ever about being 'newlyweds'. It was actually kind of funny.

"Wait, then that means I have to give you one as well right?"

The Prince gave her a lustful grin before swiftly wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her up to his chest, his face less than a centimetre from hers.

"If that's what you want to do then who am I to deny you your request? We can do so at a time of your choosing. For now…" He brushed his lips against hers before letting her go. "I have training to do. Hurry up with those bots, woman."

Vegeta snickered at her bewildered expression before heading for the GR.

"Freakin smartass." Bulma grumbled under her breath. Well at least that answered her question about that soon-to-be scar on her neck.

"Now he expects me to just build him new bots like I'm his damn servant. The nerve of that man!" She released a sharp breath before taking on a thoughtful stance.

"Even if I wanted to construct new bots for him, the materials I'd need won't be here for a few days. So what in the world can I do while I wait for the parts to arrive?" She tapped her finger on her chin, ideas buzzing through her head.

"Of course!" Her azure eyes sparkled with delight. Why hadn't she realised it earlier?

"I could build him a new set of armour! Kami knows he can't use the old one. Perfect!"

Bulma turned and dashed for the compound. She had a new personal mission to accomplish.

Author's Note: Damn but writer's block is a real bitch sometimes. This chapter just refused to come together. I don't know, it just didn't flow the way I wanted no matter how many times I rewrote it. In the end, I eventually got it but it still feels weird.

The end is nigh ladies and gentlemen! I hope you've all enjoyed the story so far. There's still a few more chapters to go! Let's get it!

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