The remainder of the day they spent together was seemingly perfect. However, their minds were definitely not at ease. Each was thinking about what exactly this day could possibly mean for their futures.
Bulma's thoughts were along the lines of how she couldn't believe she actually got him to agree to this. Although he was injured, Vegeta was still the type of man who would rather sulk, or even try to train and injure himself more rather than come to a beautiful tropical island with her. Perhaps he cared for her? Well, yes – she thought that she had established that already. Though he did show it only in his own peculiar way. They had never agreed to more than "friends with benefits". She had already been reminded what he had officially agreed to time and again until she had it down pat and didn't expect any more from him. But at times like this, when he went out of his way for her, she was still taken aback at how sweet he could be. She had definitely fallen for him and couldn't expect him to do the same.
Vegeta looked at Bulma who was just sitting there in the sun, thinking to herself. He was content with the situation - and he controlled the situation to his satisfaction. The truth of the matter was – he was still not a Super Saiyan. He would need to double his already enormous efforts now that the gravity room was able to go to 1000G's. He knew she wouldn't like it – even though she didn't have a leg to stand on if she did oppose him spending even more time away from her. He knew that on some level, as much as he loved fighting and winning, he did want to spend time with her. His priorities were in-line, however, and the androids had to come first – which meant being the strongest had to come first. The mere fact that he wasn't a Super Saiyan meant that he was not the strongest. And if the rededication to the gravity room didn't do it for him, he knew he would have to leave – even if it was temporary, it would be difficult.
Bulma looked over at Vegeta and noticed he was staring at her. "What?" she finally said.
"Hmh."
She smiled. "I'm going to go take a shower and get dinner ready." She got up and left him sitting in the sun by the waves.
45 minutes more had passed and Vegeta supposed he should go get cleaned up as well. He rose from his sandy spot and went into the capsule-house. He was met with the aroma of cooking meat.
Bulma turned and looked at him when he entered. She had on a ridiculous apron that said "Kiss the Cook". It had frilly white lace on the edges and the cutest pink and purple writing on the front.
"Woman, what do you have on?" he asked.
"Oh c'mon Vegeta, it's just so I don't get anything on my clothes," said Bulma. "You know I can't cook like my Mom can and I'm at least making an effort here."
He gave her a look. "Whatever," he retorted and headed for the shower. When he finally emerged clean and dressed, he was greeted with an enormous layout of food on the table. It looked scrumptious!
"Y-you did all this?" he asked, surprised.
"Some of it was bought and I just capsulated it and brought it along," she replied. "But I just cooked the steak and potatoes."
His facial expression was one of thankfulness and surprise. Bulma knew he appreciated her efforts even if he didn't say it out loud.
They sat and ate the dinner.
"Onna, that was some meal," he finally said to her.
"You look like you are ready to explode, Vegeta," she said as she walked over to him and patted his ever-so-slightly rounded belly.
"Keep your hands to yourself!" he yelled, not entirely being serious – and she knew it.
"You didn't say that earlier," she replied.
"Clean up this mess," was the only comeback he could think of right then.
"Ok, your highness," Bulma smiled and walked back away from him.
There wasn't much to clean up actually. She soaked most of the dishes in the sink just so the food crumbs wouldn't be impossible to get off later. She threw away any scraps of food that were left – definitely not enough to save for leftovers. The last thing she did was wipe off the table with a dishtowel.
"There. Satisfied?" she asked Vegeta. "Now, go over there," she instructed him.
"What? Where?" he questioned.
"Go into the bedroom and sit on the bed," she clarified. "I've got dessert, but first, I want to check your injuries and put new bandages on your wounds. Don't tell me you actually changed your bandages after you came in from the beach?"
"Er - I, um," he said.
"I know you, Vegeta. Too well. You still have on those yucky bandages from the beach. You may have not gotten them buried in sand or drenched in seawater, but they are still dirty even so," she said.
He exhaled in defeat as he watched her enter the bathroom. She re-emerged with bandages, tape and scissors.
He fumed while she unwrapped him from his dirty bandages.
"So what do you think Vegeta?" she asked.
"About what?" he answered.
"Your wounds really weren't that bad. They are completely closed and have started to heal already," she replied. She pulled him up off the bed so he could look at himself in the mirror. First he looked from the front – then turned so he could see the back.
"Do you think I need to wrap it up again?" she asked.
"I doubt it," he replied. He swung his left arm around in a circle and then back and forth. It felt a little sore still, but not too bad.
"I'm healing faster than even I thought possible," he said. "I think - ."
Bulma looked down in sadness. "You want to go back, don't you?" she asked. "So you can start training again. Even after only half a day."
"Of course I do," he replied.
Tears started to stream from the corners of her eyes. She was desperately trying not to cry and he could see it. She wiped them away.
"I'm trying not to be weak, Vegeta. I know you need to train…," she started.
That's when he pushed forward and slammed into her lips. She was taken aback, not expecting this sudden burst of affection. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and he did the same around her waist. They held each other tight while their mouths connected passionately. Their tongues and lips danced together, completely in sync with one another.
Finally, he broke the connection and sat her down on the bed.
"Bulma, we have to talk," he said.
Her ears perked up immediately sensing the importance of what he would be saying.
"I - ," he started. "I - ," he tried again to no avail. He paused. "I want to be clear that I like having you around."
She easily read between the lines and knew that he would never be a verbal person. She appreciated his effort though.
"I really like you, too, Vegeta," she replied.
"This has gotten complicated for me," he continued. "As much as I want to continue with the status quo, I'm afraid that I can't."
"Why Vegeta? Aren't you happy?" she asked.
"Onna, I'm happier than you know about some things and downright unhappy with others," he replied. "I am still not strong enough to face the androids. And I am still not a Super Saiyan like Kakarrot is."
"I understand, Vegeta," she replied.
"I need to train harder than ever," he explained. "And I know that might mean that you'll be looking elsewhere to meet your needs..."
"No," she said, interrupting him.
"But – ," he started.
"Vegeta, unless want me gone – and if you do, please be clear about it – I'm just going to have to wait for you. That's what you do when you love someone, right?" she asked.
"I – uh," he started again. "What did you say?"
"Vegeta, I love you," she clarified. "I know you probably don't feel the same way. Hell, you probably don't even know what love is. But I care for you deeply, even if you don't love me. I will be there to support you no matter what."
He clenched his brow, thinking for a minute or two trying to take in what he was just told by this earthling. What should he do? Let her go? Let her wait? He wanted her around and if she wanted to wait, so be it.
"I need to train," he repeated.
"You already said that," Bulma smiled back at him.
"You may not see me for a while," he explained. "And if you do see me, it won't be like it is today. I'll practically be living in the bedroom behind the gravity room. I'll need to avoid all distractions – including you."
"I understand, Vegeta," she said again. "I'll keep your private room stocked with everything you need."
"I may even need to go train in space," he said.
"I thought it might come to that eventually," she explained.
"You really want to wait, woman?" he asked.
"On one condition," she said.
"You are not in any position to be giving me conditions," insisted Vegeta.
She placed her finger on his lips. "One condition," she repeated. "I want you to show me the night of my life tonight. Starting tomorrow morning, you can do whatever you want."
Vegeta leaned in to start kissing this unbelievable earth woman when she pulled up abruptly. "I almost forgot!" she squeaked out.
"What?" he said exasperated.
"Dessert!" she cried out.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," he slapped his forehead when she said that out loud.
She left the room and returned in no time at all with a bowl in her hand.
"What's that?" he asked.
She pulled out a huge chocolate-covered strawberry and held it out in front of his mouth.
Vegeta smirked. "Are these for me? Or you?" He knew full-well that chocolate-covered strawberries were among her favorite foods.
"A little of both," she smirked right back at him. He took a bite of the fruit that she was holding.
"Good?" she asked.
"Not really," he replied. "Edible."
She smacked him. "You don't know what good is."
He reached into the bowl and got a large berry and held it up for her. She leaned in sensually and took a small bite. "Mmmmm," she said after chewing a few times.
The bowl of strawberries were unceremoniously set aside as Vegeta moved in and pressed Bulma down onto her back on the bed. Their lips met again, this time in a less urgent manner. It was a passionate kiss – a slow, deep, rhythmic kiss – the type of kiss that lovers give each other when they know they will most likely be parted for quite some time.
They were both determined to make this night an unforgettable one. They took their time in removing all their clothing and slipping underneath the sheets on the bed. They had all night after all.
Bulma lied flat on her back and Vegeta moved from her lips down to her right cheekbone and finally down to nibble on her right earlobe. His actions were met with multiple soft moans from Bulma .
He gently used his left hand to caress her already-hard nipples. His mouth soon followed his hands and he spent ample time giving Bulma's breasts their due. Vegeta gently moved from one to the other and back again. Bulma's back arched ever so slightly from the sensations his mouth was giving her.
She reached down to grab his hardness while he was lavishing her with sexual attention. Vegeta had not expected the touch and jumped slightly when she grabbed him. She gently moved her hand up and down the shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive tip area where a drip of wetness already resided.
Vegeta's hand moved to Bulma's womanhood and caressed her folds. He noted that she was already extremely wet and sensitive by the way she gyrated against him as he moved his fingers.
That didn't last long as Vegeta soon moved so that he now straddled Bulma in a backwards manner so he could use his tongue where his fingers just were. The sensation was explosive for Bulma and she subconsciously started to press her hips up into the air to meet Vegeta's mouth as he licked and swirled.
Bulma looked up and noted that Vegeta's manhood was now within reach of her own mouth (they were, after all, about the same height), so she pressed it back so that she could take the tip into her own mouth. Vegeta was hoping this new position would encourage her to give him pleasure as he was giving her the same.
As she sucked, his moans became harder to suppress and the room was now full of the sounds of lovemaking – or in this case, foreplay.
Talking wasn't necessary because of the bond that they shared. Vegeta knew that Bulma was almost at her peak. He held back just enough himself so that he could release right after her - the way he liked to. He waited until she yelled out in ecstasy before letting himself spurt inside of her.
Vegeta rolled off and righted himself. The night was still young and much more was to come, but he would definitely need a few minutes to recover of which she was happy to oblige him. Bulma continued to play with Vegeta as he lay there staring at the ceiling.
He closed his eyes and thought about sex, Bulma, and what he could expect in the coming hours. Before long, he was hard and ready to go again. Bulma could tell he was ready and she got up on all fours, inviting him to come to her.
He positioned himself at her entrance and gently pushed in. Sex was good between Bulma and Vegeta no matter what kind of sex it was – hard and fast, passionate, slow and gentle, angry, sad, or make-up. This particular time, she noted it was slow and emotional – one of the least frantic sessions they had ever had.
They stayed up half the night not wanting to end their lovemaking. It ended up being a total of five times each before they finally fell over in exhaustion.
Bulma looked over at the Saiyan prince who nearly passed out immediately after hitting the pillow. He's never been that attentive to me before. She smiled knowing that this night would give her some of the most memorable moments of her life. Even so, she sensed the sadness that both of them felt about the changes that were going to happen as soon as they got back to their regular lives - in the morning when they returned to Capsule Corp.