It didn't snow very much in West City. Even so, Bulma hated the winter. It was just dreary and gray for the most part. When she did let herself out of the lab for lunch, or for a quick walk, she liked to feel the warm sunshine against her skin – or see birds flittering about.
Ah well, only a couple of months of this and we'll be back to spring again.
She found herself working more than usual over the past few weeks since Christmas because of the general dullness of the outside world. Vegeta had trained more than usual as well. It was still over a year away until the androids' arrival, but he had still not maxxed out the 1000G gravity room that was built for him. That posed a challenge to him that he could not deny, which was ironic in a way. He liked to be at his peak physical form, but if there was still space to grow (in this case, he had progressed only to 600G by this point), he would push himself beyond normal limits to reach the new limit. So essentially, he was always working towards boredom. As with the 400G gravity room, once he reached the 1000G peak of this gravity room, he would have reached the pinnacle once again and caused himself to require a new challenge - a new higher limit he could set for himself.
Vegeta was in his gravity room training one day in the middle of January when he zigged when he should have zagged. One of the bots that was carefully directing his own ki towards other bots in the room shot him square on his left shoulder/chest area.
Vegeta lost control for a split second and fell to the floor of the gravity room.
Shit!
He had been taken by surprise – it wasn't often that he let himself get hit with a blast. It only took a few seconds before he settled down and accepted his mistake. You're not perfect and you never will be. You can't learn if you don't make a mistake now and again.
He powered down the gravity room and made his way towards the bathroom that was now built into the capsule where he trained so he could look at his injury.
It just so happened that all this occurred right around lunchtime. Bulma and her parents were in the kitchen eating sandwiches when the steady low hum of the gravity room suddenly left their consciousness.
"My word!" exclaimed Mrs. Brief. "He can't be done already!"
"He must be done training for the day," noted Dr. Brief.
"He just went in there this morning," said Bulma, knowing where exactly Vegeta had been until about 7am this morning. "There's no way he's done. He only quits training at lunchtime when he's been in there since the middle of the night."
Bulma's folks knew exactly what had been going on between their daughter and the Saiyan guest but had accepted the situation long ago. After all, Bulma was an adult and had been for quite some time. She knew how to handle herself.
"I'd better go make sure he's alright," said Bulma. With that, she went out the back door and headed towards the capsule.
She opened the outer door and stepped inside. The gravity room was definitely not activated.
"Damn it!" she heard from down the hallway.
What did he do now?
She walked down to the bathroom. The door was open and there he was with the top to his training uniform pulled off and hanging off to one side. She noted a rather large gash to his left chest that was primary red and black in color. The red was from the blood that was escaping his body; the black was from the singed skin around the wound.
"Vegeta, what happened?" she asked.
He had known she was coming – he felt her presence getting closer – so this intrusion was not unexpected.
"What does it look like, woman?" he said sternly.
"Well, I'm not stupid, but I guess I've grown accustomed to you not 'missing' very often," she replied.
Vegeta actually liked that reply. It pumped up his ego albeit just a bit. The woman knew how good he was so when he made a mistake, it was rare.
She didn't wait for an invitation. He already had out the gauze and tape and was prepared to wrap the wound himself. Bulma had seen him do it before and decided to head that disaster off before he even had the chance to really start.
She grabbed a white cloth and wet it in lukewarm water. She then pressed it to his wound.
"AAAHHHH!" he screamed.
"C'mon you big baby," she said to him in a calm voice. "I've seen some of the injuries you've sustained before and this is nothing compared to them."
"It still hurts," he replied.
"Then this will really hurt," she said and hit him with some disinfectant immediately afterwards.
"DAMN!" he screamed.
Baby.
She grabbed a few large gauze pads and gently laid them over his open wound. She then secured them with some tape.
"There. Try not to move too much over the next 24 hours," she told him.
"Woman, you forget I heal faster than…," Vegeta started.
"And a human would probably take a week to get over this. I know what you're going to say already, Vegeta. That's why I'm telling you 24 hours," said Bulma.
He sighed. She's getting to know me so well.
"Alright, I'll take the next 24 hours off," he conceded.
"Now come with me and I'll make you some lunch," she said.
The two made their way back to the kitchen inside the residence and Vegeta sat down and waited for Bulma to make him a few sandwiches. All the fixins were still out on the counter – Bulma's parents had just finished eating themselves. Bulma assured them she'd clean up so out the door they went. Dr. Brief headed to his lab and Mrs. Brief went to her control station so she could get the housebots to start the laundry.
Bulma sat at the table with the Saiyan prince and watched him eat.
"What are you staring at, woman?" he snorted with his mouth half-full of food.
"I just had an idea," she replied.
He gave her a look. She already knew his defenses were up.
"C'mon Vegeta! Hear me out," she pleaded.
"What is it?" he relented.
"Do you think you can still fly?" she asked.
"Of course I can still fly. What a ridiculous question," he answered. "What does a shoulder have to do with flying?"
"Well, if you think you can, do you think we can…um….," she started, but then hesitated.
"What?" he was losing his patience.
"Can we go somewhere warm?" she asked.
"Warm?" he questioned not really understanding where she was coming from.
"Yeah, like near a beach or something. Somewhere where it isn't winter right now," she explained.
Vegeta thought about that one before blurting anything out. Bulma had been good to him lately. She hadn't nagged him or asked him to do anything over the top. She didn't make him go to that party a few weeks back and didn't even say anything when he barged in and ate all the leftovers when it was done. It was almost like they were finally understanding one another – completely. Plus, warm sounded pretty ok to him, too. He was from Planet Vegeta, which was naturally much warmer than Earth was. Lately, he spent most of his time inside, so he hardly noticed the cold weather. But when he did feel it, it wasn't very pleasant to him.
"Ok," he relented. "There are a few conditions…"
"I figured there would be," she answered, waiting to hear what was coming next.
"I don't want to go anywhere where there are people. I'm not in the mood to be around people right now," he said.
"Vegeta, you are never in the mood to be around people. You only put up with them when you have to," Bulma explained.
A truer statement was never made, he thought to himself.
"Also, you have the next day to make this happen. I will give you more than the 24 hours you gave me. That would put us as lunchtime tomorrow. I will give you the whole day tomorrow. But that next morning, we are back here, understand?"
"It's under control," she replied. She jumped up with delight. "Thank you so much, Vegeta!"
Vegeta continued eating his sandwiches. He noted that he actually took some satisfaction in how happy he had just made her. And, he gave her a bit of extra time, too. That seemed to make her pretty darn happy as well.
Within ten minutes, she was back. He was in awe at how fast she had gotten ready. She was now clad in shorts, a T-shirt and there was a bikini bathing suit obviously tied underneath the shirt. In her hand there was a bag, which he guessed to be holding capsules, sunglasses, and tanning lotion. Her feet were now adorned with sandals.
"I just told my Mom that we were going to be gone for a day," she told him.
"Baka, we still need to get there," Vegeta observed. "You are going to freeze in that get-up."
"Oh, good point," she said and she ran out of the room once again.
She entered once again wearing a heavy down parka and boots.
"This should do it," she said. "I'm ready."
Vegeta was finished with his lunch. He pushed away from the table and headed out of the kitchen. "I will be ready in five minutes myself. Clean up this mess."
Bulma happily obliged and cleaned up the kitchen. Vegeta reappeared with a fresh set of clothes on.
"Aren't you going to be cold?" she asked.
"My ki will keep me warm," he answered. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out the back door.
She slipped the bag (a string backpack) over her shoulders and grabbed hold of Vegeta from behind.
He didn't fly as fast as he could for her sake, but it didn't take long at all before Bulma noticed they were now mostly over ocean with islands dotted in-between.
"Will this do?" he finally asked her.
By now she was sweating due to the boots and parka she was wearing. She knew they had reached a warmer climate.
"Yes, this is fine," she answered.
Vegeta landed on the next small island he came across. He wanted it small enough so that he could tell from the air that there were no other inhabitants on it.
Upon landing, Bulma's first action was to toss her winter garb onto the sand.
"You'll be needing that for the ride home," Vegeta noted.
Bulma stuck her tongue out to imitate panting, "It's just so hot right now," she noted.
She reached into her bag and pulled out her case of capsules. She took out one with a purple label on it. She clicked it and threw it onto a flat dirt area just off the beach. It popped open to reveal a tiny capsulated home. She opened the front door and went in. Vegeta followed her to see what she expected them to sleep in that night.
It was cozy, but clean. It consisted of one bedroom with a queen-sized bed, a bathroom and a small kitchen stocked with food for three days. It was definitely perfect for the occasion. Now Vegeta had all the comforts of home, was in a warm climate and with the woman he liked to have sex with for the next day-and-a-half.
Satisfied, Vegeta took shed all his clothes and walked back outside.
"Vegeta?" she questioned noting his bare backside walking out the door.
He didn't reply.
She walked to the door and looked at him. "Vegeta? What are you doing?"
"We're alone aren't we?" he asked.
"Yeah, but…," she replied. She couldn't think of a good answer for him. "Good point," she finally said.
He walked into the ocean up to his waist so as not to get his bandages wet or his wound infected. He looked out into the ocean to see several flying fish jump out of the water in front of him. Vegeta exhaled. As much as he hated rest and relaxation, he knew it was necessary every so often just for one's health and recovery.
Vegeta turned around. In the doorway was Bulma, now fully naked herself. He smiled to himself as he made his way towards her.
Bulma blushed a little when she looked at him. For one, although they had seen each other completely naked on many an occasion, she wasn't used to it being in the full sunshine on a beach in the middle of nowhere. Second, seeing him naked usually only happened in the throws of passion.
Wait, "Uh, Vegeta?" she questioned as she started talking to the man now approaching her.
"Yes?" was his reply.
"You're horny, aren't you?" she asked.
"You are finally getting the hang of this bond, huh?" he noted.
"Um, yeah. That and the fact that you're half hard already," she said.
"Good observation," he replied.
When he finally got to her, he rammed his lips onto hers and they immediately starting going at it fast and furious. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. His hardness rubbed up against her pubic area and her lower abdomen. That just served to turn her on faster as the frantic kissing continued.
Vegeta took his good hand and reached down into her folds. They weren't very wet yet, but he didn't want this first time on this island to be a long one. He foresaw that much of their time was going to be spent screwing and frankly, he'd rather do it in a nice, comfortable bed rather than on the beach. The long hours of pleasure would be spent this evening.
"Woman, go get a towel," he ordered.
"Sure, Vegeta," she answered as she quickly grabbed one from their little temporary abode.
She handed him the towel and he spread it out on the sand.
"Believe it or not, as romantic as beaches are, they aren't very pleasant when you either get sand in your crotch or in your mouth," he noted from experience.
Oh, wow. I never thought of that, she remarked to herself.
Vegeta pushed her down onto the towel so that she was seated, leaning back on her hands. He made his way between her legs and began to lick her womanhood. His tongue would flick back and forth, then up and down. Sometimes he concentrated on her nub and other times he would move down to her opening itself.
Over time, not only did she get wetter and wetter, but she became more verbal as she found herself getting closer to her peak. "Oh Vegeta!" she cried out. He took that as his signal to stop.
"Not too far," he said to her and he stopped what he was doing. She looked at him with puppy dog eyes as if to ask why he stopped.
"Get up," he ordered.
She did as she was asked and she stood up from her position on the towel. Vegeta then took his place where she was, laying on his back. He motioned for her to climb aboard.
"I'd rather you do the work this first time," he said.
She immediately understood. After all, they were here because of him getting shot in the shoulder with his own deflected blast.
Bulma straddled the Saiyan and lowered her lips to his. As she kissed him, he gently guided his manhood to her opening. She lowered herself onto him and began to pump up and down. Vegeta put his right hand on her now-moving hip. His face was in the perfect location to see her breasts now gyrate back and forth with every movement of her body.
Bulma would cry out more often as this went on. Even Vegeta grunted and moaned every so often letting her know the pleasure he was feeling.
Bulma readjusted herself from sitting on her knees to now resting on the bottoms of her feet. This gave her more leverage for pumping and changed the angle at which she attacked her lover. Instead of a slow grind, she was now doing a fast vertical pump.
Vegeta reached up and grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it. She flung her head back and closed her eyes when he did that. A few pumps later and she was screaming. "Vegeta, I'm...!"
They had gotten so that they could time their climaxes to happen at the same time most of the time. This occasion was no different. Both the earth woman and the Saiyan could feel when the other was on their way up the final pathway to ecstasy. This was not only physically, but mentally as well. It was one reason why this bond happened in the first place.
Both screamed out at the same time as they slowed down their mutual pumping and waited for all the juices from both orgasms to finish emptying into and onto one another. Bulma collapsed on top of Vegeta and she took a few breaths. Both were breathing heavy immediately following their lovemaking session.
She leaned up and looked at him in the eye and smiled. "I could never get sick of this," she commented. Bulma then gingerly pulled off of the pole she still had inside of her. Vegeta just laid there. She walked back to the small house and retrieved another towel. She laid it on the sand next to his.
They just laid there for the next half hour, happy.
The rest of the day was spent in the sun. They swam, talked, ate dinner, and just took pleasure in each other's company.
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Sorry for the weird ending that was posted here before guys. I have edited it out. That is twice now that it has happened to me! I often keep notes about future chapters at the bottom of my pages and even though I erase them - or at least I think I do - they keep popping up. Since it has happened to me before, I even checked this time and my notes were still on there. Sorry guys! I'll try to be more careful next time.