Bulma softly stirred, the scent of something sweet tantalizing her. She stretched and let out a groan: it felt like she had been hit by a truck. A truck with a huge dick.
She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Before her was Vegeta in his typical exercise gear, gently placing a tray crammed with breakfast food before her on the bed.
She tried not to let her soreness show as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. "My mom, huh?"
Vegeta awkwardly nodded. "She is…aware of the situation."
Bulma groaned in disbelief. "Damn. We can't keep anything a secret in this house." She saw Vegeta's eye twitch and ignored it, choosing to seize the thermos in front of her. He continued to watch her. "Erm…don't bother waiting for me, the caffeine is all I want."
He immediately began to dig into the food like an animal, fisting bacon into his mouth. She giggled, her hand brushing underneath the thermos to feel something papery. She surreptitiously peeled a sticky note from the bottom of the container: her mother's tiny script read, "Atta girl! I stuffed a surprise in the lid, don't lose it! :) 3"
Bulma hid the note in her bedding, carefully unscrewing the cap to the large thermos while keeping an eye on Vegeta. He was completely entranced by the pancakes and fruit.
She slowly twisted the top, which doubled as a small cup, and felt a tiny object fall towards her lap. What did her mother leave her?
Her eyes practically popped out of her head. Her mother had hidden a senzu bean in her coffee thermos. Where had she even gotten one of those?!
Without hesitation, she bit half of the bean, opting to ration it out in case of sex emergency. She immediately felt a rush of energy, and she felt like she was practically in top shape. Her hips had felt sore, her spine had been stiff, and now she felt miraculously energized and healed. Not perfect, but much, much better.
She had to admit, but her mother was kind of a badass. She owed her big time.
"I've gotta pee- don't go anywhere," she told Vegeta, standing up with ease. She knew her tender legs would have been a bit wobbly, and she silently thanked her mother again.
Bulma scurried off, trying not to run to the bathroom, eager to clean up a bit before trying to convince Vegeta to stay in bed all day. Hopefully he wouldn't take much convincing. She stored the other half of the senzu bean behind the first aid kit in the medicine cabinet.
She quickly used the toilet, brushed her teeth, splashed her face with cold water, and ran a comb through her hair, giving herself a smile in the mirror. For getting about half as much sleep as she usually gets, she was feeling marvelous. She was giddy, trying to contain a giggle.
"Okay Bulma. Don't mess this up," she told her reflection.
She returned to her bedroom, acutely aware of just how much thigh she was showing in just her large t-shirt. Vegeta had absolutely demolished the small buffet on the tray and was glaring at the door. Uh oh.
"Hey…" she started, approaching him at the bed. He was sitting with his legs hanging off the side, and she nudged him with her knee. "Thanks for last night."
He made a non-committal sound, still looking off over her shoulder. He seemed like he was in a mood. Or looking for an exit strategy.
"I don't know what you're looking for," she continued, unsure of how to continue. "But I'm okay with just…messing around," she offered.
He finally met her eye, raising an eyebrow. He didn't even have to say anything, she could read the question on his face.
"Oh, you know what I mean." She smirked, grasping her t-shirt by the hem and lifting it up over her head before tossing it to the floor.
Even though they spent hours fucking last night, his eyes devoured her body like he had never seen her before. She stood before him in only her underwear, placing her hands on her hips. Her chest was just above his eye level.
"What I'm trying to say is that I am fine if sex is all you want. I'm not trying to tie you down or change you."
His lips crashed onto hers before she could even blink. She let out a squeal as he pulled her onto his lap. Bulma couldn't help but smile against his lips.
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Despite her best efforts, Bulma was unable to convince Vegeta to stay in bed. After another mind-bending bout of sex (it seemed their orgasm ratio was roughly 5 to 1, her favor), he insisted on leaving her for some training.
It was probably for the best. She didn't want to break a hip or anything, but damn she could get used to this.
She set an alarm for herself to remember to take her pill later that evening, then sat on the edge of her unmade bed, lost in thought.
Was this a mistake? She tossed herself back into her pillows, rolling onto her stomach. A smile crept up on her face when she thought about how Vegeta let her cuddle him.
No…not a mistake. A risk? Definitely. He was one of the universe's most powerful warriors, after all, and he had an ego to match.
But she really enjoyed spending time with him. Trying to rile him up, getting teased back, hell, even just feeling like she had some power over him in the bedroom at times was thrilling and satisfying in a way she hadn't known was possible.
And gods the sex was amazing.
She'd have to ask him how he became such an excellent lover. She wasn't the jealous type: everyone had a past, she of all people knew that. But what kind of sex did they have out there in space?! She giggled to herself thinking about it.
The smile slowly melted off her face when she thought about what she was risking by starting up…whatever this was with Vegeta. There was no way her friends would understand. They were all scared shitless of him, they still saw him as an enemy turned reluctant teammate. They didn't know that he could be funny, or even sort of sweet. They didn't know that he could be considerate when he wanted to be, or that he was polite in the most nervous way around her mother. He was just an evil bastard to them.
Then there was the most obvious risk: the last thing she needed was a little half-Saiyan like Gohan running around.
But there was something magical, something heated about her moments with Vegeta. Something that made her feel a little more adventurous, a little more dangerous. It almost reminded her of when she first set out to find the dragon balls so many years ago. She wanted that danger then, the adventure of trying something new and risking everything. That's how she felt when she was alone with Vegeta, too. He was mysterious, but bit by bit he was showing her pieces of himself.
And she couldn't lie, she really liked what she saw.
She sighed, then breathed in deeply. She could smell him on her pillow.
Was this what it was like all those years ago, when she fell for Yamcha? She knew that there was love there, but it was never like this. He never left her feeling so completely hypnotized. All she could think about was getting Vegeta back in her bed. With Yamcha, they had their fun moments, but it was never this passionate. It was more like really good friends that knew each other well. There was a fondness between them. They were close, but she could never imagine riding his face for hours.
Bulma blushed thinking about her night once again.
She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to let go of whatever they had started. Even if it meant she crashed and burned.
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It took every ounce of inner strength for Vegeta to pull himself away from the woman's bed and out to one of the many desolate, canyon landscapes he frequented for training.
He mindlessly smashed his fists through some boulders, lost in thought.
Since coming to Earth, his plans and his life had changed. First he sought destruction, then immortality, now he was chasing the enigma of becoming a Super Saiyan. His heritage. His birthright. He was on the precipice, and now something else sought to alter his course once again: Bulma.
He paused, building ki into the palm of his hand.
Another unforeseen circumstance on his life's path. He was unsure of how to adapt to this one. He told himself that he could just use her as a plaything, but deep down in the bottom of his soul he knew that wasn't the truth. She wasn't just a human plaything, there for his amusement. Bulma was like a rare gem, something you are lucky to encounter once in a lifetime. Something to be sought after. Something to protect.
Vegeta growled, zapping a hole through a dry, rocky mountain.
But he didn't want to protect anyone. He didn't want to be accountable for something other than himself; entanglements were weaknesses. He was not weak.
Vegeta wasn't one to lie to himself. He felt some sort of familiarity with the woman, and knew that if he continued to follow this path, it may lead to disaster.
He smirked, dusting his gloves off and taking to the sky. It's not like he wasn't used to causing disasters.
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As always, thanks for waiting 3 I maaay have started pouring my soul into another fic, so keep your eyes open! I'm not giving up on Cold Fire, though, so don't worry :) we are getting through this three year gap!