DATE AT THE SEASIDE
CHAPTER THREE
Round two???
Over an hour later, and a flushed red Bulma came crawling out from behind the pineapple bush, followed by an equally blushing Vegeta.
It was obvious if their had been any bystanders what the couple had been up to, Bulma's ripped sarong and broken sunshades were a dead giveaway.
"Your so clumsy sometimes Geta." Bulma mumbled as she gazed flirtatiously over to her mate, who looked ready for round two. How did the Saiyans do it? Bulma wondered and not for the first time if Goku was like Vegeta when it came to sex. Very greedy.
"I'm not clumsy woman, its you who breaks everything when you get carried away." Vegeta retorted, but this time he didn't say it in a mean way there was something different about the tone of his voice he was using. It was much softer and gentle than it usually was.
Bulma blushed again; her cheeks growing faintly pink as she tried to pat her hair flat down.
Bending over to the pool of water and looking at her reflection she almost had a heart attack; it looked as though she had been dragged through a bush backwards.
"I think we ought to continue this date, before the whole day gets used…" Bulma whispered seductively as she decided that her hairstyle could fit in well at the beach; it was just the windswept look or so she told herself.
Vegeta looked even perkier as he raised his eyebrows at the way his mate was speaking to him, that voice really turned him on and didn't she just know it.
"The whole day can get used, so can the whole night…"
"VEGETA! GIVE ME A LITTLE REST!" Bulma yelled suddenly, and then she lowered her voice the paparazzi would have just loved to catch her in the bush with the feisty Saiyan prince. It would be front-page news for the next week.
How was it that whenever she went into public with Vegeta, even the mall they ended up making some loud, long, nice love… couldn't he just stick to the bedroom!
"So you sure I'm still capable of having brats?" Vegeta said edgily as he stepped closer to Bulma and gazed deeply into her bright blue eyes. Those eyes, even when he closed his he saw them; they haunted him when he slept they haunted him when he was awake, yet they were so beautiful and irresistible.
The prince had certainly fallen head over heels for the girl.
"Vegeta, I'm more than certain you can have kids yes, and before you get any wild ideas. No."
Vegeta smiled at his mate's stubbornness, it really reminded him of himself. Little did she know that brats were the last thing he wanted, he hated kids and he hated work. Making children the last thing on his 'to do' list.
Seeing Radditz with the small baby that a whore tried to pass on as his own was enough to put Vegeta off for life.
Fortunately for Goku's eldest brother the scientists had been able to prove that the crying screaming brat was not his by a simple blood test; although to the Saiyan prince it had been very amusing to watch the older Saiyan clean the nappy and try and feed the child.
"Onna, the only thing I want is to get laid; children are not part of the package that's your job to stop that happening."
Bulma froze, her job.
Oh Vegeta was in for it big time, she knew he refused to wear a condom he always had but then she had to deal with pushing tablets down her throat everyday just to make him happy.
Her eyes bulged when she realised something… deciding to quickly drop the argument with Vegeta she picked up her ripped sarong and shattered sunglasses; one of the black plastic shades had fallen out and the other was cracked.
"Come on, I want to find this harbour." Bulma said quickly, as she used her spare arm to drag the Saiyan prince back along the dusty path where they started.
Vegeta pulled out of her grip, then much to the dismay of the heiress walked back over to the oasis with a look of determination on his features.
Bulma couldn't help but check out the Saiyan leaders butt through the still wet surf shorts, it looked perfect to grab and spank…
Pulling her hand up she slapped herself on the forehead; she was really giving into Vegeta's charm he was taking over her mind turning her into a right little pervert...
Vowing she wouldn't give into the passion again that day she growled as she marched forwards and tried to drag Vegeta back through the pathway; hadn't he had enough Of getting bitten by the creepy critters of the mysterious pool?
Obviously he didn't know how to call it quits.
Shrugging her arm off, the Saiyan prince smirked as he held his left hand in the air and spread open his fingers creating a bright blue sphere of ki. "This will only take a moment Bulma." He said arrogantly as the ball of energy increased to twice its size along with his evil grin.
"VEGETA! NO!" Bulma yelled, as she watched him pull his arm back ready to release the surge of power at the oasis.
Frowning at his mate's loud voice shrieking in his ears, Vegeta paused in between flattening the little paradise. "Can't you be quiet for a minute, if I get this wrong it'll annihilate you too." He whispered coldly as he concentrated back onto wrecking the place.
"Oh no you don't, the tortoises are endangered mister." Bulma hissed as she bravely stepped in front of Vegeta causing him to disperse the energy away from his mate and into the bright blue sky.
Bulma knew the only reason he had decided to go back and blow it up, was the fact that something had decided to take a chomp out of his crown jewels; fair enough that must have hurt more than anything she could imagine – he was male after all. On the other hand he must have had it out to tease which big fish or hungry tortoise that had chosen to have a small snack.
"Move it baka. I could have killed you." Vegeta barked as he stamped his feet angrily letting Bulma know he was pretty pissed off.
Another factor; when he got mad or had a tantrum he sometimes stamped his feet like a child, even more the case when he hadn't gotten his way. Something he despised more than Kakkorot.
"Don't you DARE call me a baka!" Bulma shouted as she too stamped her feet and chose to glare straight into his coal black eyes.
She could feel them burning into her like a blazing fire in an icy land.
Vegeta lowered his eyebrows then gritted his teeth, he hated to admit it but when Bulma got angry she was really scary although tantalising her was also one of his favourite hobbies; and even though she might sometimes be unpredictable and feisty when she was angry they did have the best makeup sex afterwards…
Mentally slapping himself as his brain wandered back to making hard and naughty love with his mate he blushed as he looked down to the ground.
Bulma smiled when she noticed for once in his life Vegeta seemed to be listening to her.
"Come on, leave the animals alone. We'll go and get ice cream."
Vegeta's ears pricked up and he raised his head. Ice cream was one of those wonderful things he loved about Earth. Never before had he encountered anything so sweet and tasty whilst also being cold and tingly.
The first time he'd been given a bowl of ice cream from that stupid annoying ditz also known as Bunny Briefs; he had been mildly surprised when the cold rushed to his head giving him a headache; after that day he'd learnt his lesson not to eat too fast.
Why did the Onna have to bring ice cream into the equation? Now he had the choice blow up the critters which had so cowardly attacked him; or… go and get ice cream and maybe if he was a good boy take some back home to use in the evening with his mate.
Bulma sighed loudly, "Yes, we can have some ice cream later as well."
That made up his mind, quickly he turned his back on the oasis after all he could always come back another day and destroy it. No problem there.
Smirking at his own ingenuity, he felt really proud of himself he could get ice cream twice and destroy the evil little bastards that had tried to castrate him.
"So we go now yes?" he said quickly as he turned around and grabbed Bulma by the hand.
She had no choice as Vegeta half dragged her along the dusty path back; her bikini was dry already unlike her mates surfing shorts.
Damn did he look hot as he led her by the hand back to civilisation.
Bulma had a nasty niggling sensation at the back of her mind, but she knew to keep it to herself; the last couple of days she'd forgotten to take her contraceptive pill… it made her feel sick to the stomach.
Vegeta seemed to pick up on the tense vibes Bulma was letting off. "Onna your pale, what's the matter?" he demanded finally releasing her hand and glaring into her bright blue eyes.
To the Saiyan prince she resembled a ghost, her normal tanned complexion had gone and instead she looked white and pasty. "Onna tell me what's the matter are you sick?"
Bulma still did not reply, she felt light-headed and wheezy and they were still no closer to the harbour than when they'd left the oasis over thirty minutes ago. Vegeta was obstinate as usual and would not give in until his mate answered. "Answer me." This time he shook her quite hard as she closed her eyes, it didn't make her feel any better in the least.
Stupid prince.
"Vegeta don't I'm gonna puke!"
Backing away with a sudden look of fear. Vegeta retreated.
One thing he could never tolerate was vomit, even when he had worked for Freeza for all those years the sight of that sickly disgusting flem was enough to make him run a hundred miles.
"Lets go home then if you're sick." Vegeta said almost softly, he had moved three or four feet away just encase the heiress did puke everywhere.
Taking a deep breath of air Bulma steadied herself and tried to take her mind off feeling sick. She'd had this problem the morning before but it seemed to hit her all of a sudden, their was no way she could be pregnant it was impossible it had only been two days ago she'd missed the precious tablet and if she'd been sick the next day.
Nope it was flat out impossible!
Suddenly she felt slightly better albeit quite breathless, perhaps it was the truth that she must have some sort of sickness bug; then again with the threat of the androids and all the stress from her new mates stupidly harsh training it was no wonder she was feeling ill. Stress showed the same kinds of implications.
"No, honestly honey I'm fine. I feel much better now I'm just stressed that's all." Bulma said feeling awkward all of a sudden; she felt her head and was satisfied she didn't have a temperature.
It was such a beautiful day it couldn't be wasted with such a silly thing, if she felt ill again Vegeta would just have to fly her home.
Vegeta moved back towards her, she did look a better shade of colouring now; satisfied she wasn't going to vomit up her breakfast onto his attire he took her back by the hand.
They felt much more clammy and sweaty but he chose to ignore it; they were still as soft and fitting as ever.
"We shall go slower, are you sure you don't want fluids before we continue?"
Vegeta seemed almost nice, he even looked quite concerned! This was poles apart to the usual macho man who cared about nothing but his self. Snuggling up closer Bulma decided maybe having a drink of water would be a good idea, perhaps she was just dehydrated.
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