Jealous Request from CarXx Rated M for Mature: Hope this is what you were looking for! Also I didn't really proofread so sorry in advance!
They were doing it again, sitting there reminiscing on the "Good ol' days", it was annoying. Vegeta stepped into the kitchen to grab some water and saw that Bulma and Kakarot were once again having one of their little chats of when they were small. Vegeta could barely understand half of the things that they talked about and it was irritating him to his core.
Vegeta wasn't sure why, but seeing Kakarot and Bulma bond the way they did made him want to snap the saiyan clown in two.
"And what a wasteful wish that was, woman's underwear! Oolong was and still is an idiot."
The old friends laughed together in remembrance of the event. Bulma rose from her seat using Kakarot's shoulder for support. Vegeta noticed this, he noticed all her little gestures. The way she would slap Kakarot's shoulder when he said something stupid. How she punched him in the chest when he mentioned something embarrassing, as a slight brush of pink would spread across her face.
"Tea?"
Goku nodded. "Oh and do you have any of those soba noodles left, I'm still a little hungry?" Goku was wearing a dumb smile on his face.
"No, you ate them all you idiot." The heiress sighed. "I guess I can make some more if you really want some." Goku smiled thankfully.
If Vegeta were to ask her to cook more she'd blow a fuse and yet, there Kakarot was doing exactly that and she was happy to oblige.
An irritated grunt escaped the prince.
Bulma turned to look at her husband, she didn't even noticed he had entered the room. He didn't attend the dinner party that she threw because he hadn't trained all week.
"Look who finally decided to show his ugly mug." Bulma approached her husband and nudged him in the stomach. "Why so serious?"
"What's he still doing here?" Vegeta glared at Kakarot as he smiled nervously and laughed.
"Well the boys are still playing around and Chi-Chi demanded that I bring Goten home tonight, he has to study." Goku explained.
Vegeta didn't ask him.
Bulma began to prepare the food, and as the scent reached Goku's nose, he couldn't help but get excited. The saiyan then rose from his seat and glanced over Bulma shoulder as she stirred the noodles in the pot.
Kakarot was too close, too close for Vegeta's comfort. This clown was standing right behind his wife, you couldn't tell where one body ended and the other began. Why the hell was he so close to her and why in the world wasn't she telling him to back off?
"Wow! Bulma that smells fantastic." Goku smiled down at the heiress.
Bulma glanced back at him over her shoulder, "Well, it just the instant stuff, but I do like to add my own spices and other ingredients." A bright smile spread across her face. She then looked at her husband who was posted about a foot away from herself. "You could learn a thing or two from Goku, you never compliment me on my fine cuisine."
Vegeta ignored her, his eyes were fixed on Kakarot. "Hey Kakarot, I suggest you take two steps back, before you no longer have legs to stand on."
Goku looked genuinely confused. "Huh?" Goku had very limited understanding of personal space.
"I said back up you idiot!" Vegeta balled his hands into tight fists.
Goku waved his hands in front of his face as he took a couple of steps back. "What's got you upset all of the sudden?"
Bulma interjected, "Actually, Goku didn't Chi-Chi want Goten back before 8." She pointed toward the clock. "It's already 8:30."
"Ah man! Chi-Chi's going to kill me." The saiyan quickly ran out of the room. "I'll see you guys later, sorry about the food Bulma maybe next time." Goku really hoped that Chi-Chi had something ready by the time he got Goten got home, but he highly doubted it. He ran up to Trunks' room, grabbed Goten and made an instant transmission exit as the boys waved goodbye to each other.
Bulma turned back toward the stove and resumed to cook, "I hope you're hungry."
"I don't want his leftovers."
"I was making some for you too, why would I feed him and not my own husband." Bulma was aware that he'd been training all day.
Vegeta simply stepped in close behind her. "Yeah, I suppose you know better."
Bulma smiled as she elbowed him in the stomach, he smirked and kissed her shoulder. Bulma removed the pot from the stove, and turned it off. She then turned her gaze to her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh. I know better, well what if I said no noodles for you to eat tonight?"
"I'd say that's not exactly what I was hungry for in the first place."
Vegeta pressed his lips against Bulma's, it was rough he was never really good at being gentle, but he did try. Bulma welcomed his kiss, adding a little pressure of her own.
The heiress felt herself being lifted off the ground, she rather enjoyed being married to a saiyan. He was strong and he was exciting. Her grip on him grew stronger as she felt gravity shift in her favor. The saiyan prince was slightly tilted back and Bulma's body was leaning into his.
Heated breathes were exchanged between the two, their tongues danced with one another. Bulma could only speak between kisses. "Bedroom." Kiss "Now."
The Prince was happy to accommodate her, there were so many times in which Trunks came into the kitchen for a late night snack and the couple had to pretend they were changing a light bulb.
Bulma felt the wind push threw her hair as she let Vegeta whisk her through the house toward their room.
The Prince released her and she let herself fall back on the bed, she giggled as she landed and beckoned her Prince toward her. His hands landed on either side of her, trapping her body beneath his.
The Heiress placed her hand on his face and stared deep into his eyes of onyx, she smiled, pushed herself on to her elbows and kissed him.
"I love you." Was all Bulma said before sealing his answer away with her lips. She already knew he wouldn't say it back, not exactly but she didn't need that, she just needed him. Bulma had always been a strong woman but the longer she stayed with Vegeta the more she couldn't figure out how her life would be without him.
Yes she needed him, he was her other half that made her whole. She'd never been more in love with anyone else and she had dated Yamcha for years, but she would be ok without him. Vegeta, on the other hand, was necessary, he made her a mother of the most beautiful child on the planet.
Bulma's hands played at the hem of Vegeta's shirt, he took noticed and pulled the shirt over his head. Bulma indulged herself in the sight of Vegeta's bare chest. How dare she keep him from training when he looked this damn good when he did.
Bulma slipped out of her shirt and wiggled her hips as her Prince helped her out of her jeans.
He started at her knees, kissing them lightly with each kiss she felt herself take a small breath in, like she needed to ration the air in the room as if it were going to run out. Every time, every single time they were intimate it was an experience for Bulma. From the very first awkward encounter to this moment right now. She was always surprised about how gentle and caring he would be when handling her and making sure she was just as satisfied as he was.
His kisses headed closer and closer to their destination. Her hands dug into the bed with anticipation, this was something he was very good at.
Vegeta knew just how to get a reaction out of Bulma, he knew all of her sensitive spots, there were very few things he didn't know about her. He removed her panties, he'd reached his prize.
The Heiress hated the wait the anticipation, even though it was only a matter of seconds between the removal of her panties and the pressing of his lips to her, it felt like forever. She became aware of every nerve on her body.
His lips kissed her softly at first, her body quivered consumed by ecstasy. Her back arched as his tongue slid its way between her folds. His arms wrapped under her legs and his hands held on to her hips as he dove in more forceful.
Bulma's moans echoed throughout the room and her hand found their way into his hair, pulling him into her.
The Heiress was ready, beyond ready to have her Prince inside of her. His name escaped her mouth, first it was low and then she was screaming it, louder and louder with each flick of his tongue. He knew she was ready but he wanted to tease her some more.
The Prince retracted and fixed his body above her, she was breathing heavy and for a second he just looked at her. His eyes trailed down from her face to her pale stomach, his hand followed his gaze as he slipped two fingers inside of her.
The Heiress shut her eyes and bit her lip, he was toying with her. She was ready and she didn't need any more foreplay but there he was teasing her. Bulma's eyes shifted toward her husband, she reached out and pulled him forward, and kissed him again. She worked her hands to his pants and began to remove them.
Once the saiyan was just as exposed as she was, she rolled herself on top of him. She began to kiss his neck as his hand slid up and down her back down to her ass, massaging her. Bulma guided his length inside of herself.
His grip on her grew tight as he began to move his hips in sync with her. Bulma buried her face into his neck taking in his scent, taking in his taste. Tiny grunts slipped out of his mouth and Bulma smiled into his neck. She liked the sound he made, it pleased her more to know that she was the cause of it. Her grip on him grew tighter as the pace of their movements sped up.
Bulma sat up, her hands laid on his chest for support as his hands held tight on her hips to keep her balance. This was it, they were both reaching their peak. His hands ran up her stomach and cupped her breasts, brushing lightly over her nipple.
Bulma began scratching at his chest, the pace became even faster and more heated. With each stroke, Bulma felt her breaths becoming shorter and shorter, his grip on her grew tighter it was painful, but a good pain. Then she felt it, she felt him release himself into her, his body was rigid for a second then he relaxed.
Bulma laid atop her Prince, kissing his chest lightly, as he stroked her hair, the strands fell through his fingers like silk.
"Kiss me." The heiress said, clearly out of breath.
He did and she smiled.
"You know you don't have to be jealous of Goku, he's like a brother."
"Nobody's jealous of that fool." Vegeta's hand slid up and down Bulma's back, lightly. She felt his rough calloused fingers cradling her.
"Is that so?" She kissed at his shoulder. "Is that why you wanted to break his legs?"
"He doesn't understand the concept of personal space."
The heiress smiled as she rose from the bed and headed toward the shower and her husband followed suit. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. He began to kiss her even more, on her lips then her cheek, down to her neck.
"You have nothing to worry about, nothing could or would ever happen between us." Bulma said as the saiyan kissed at her collarbone.
"Yeah, I suppose you know better."
Her smile grew wider as she back stepped into the bathroom, he closed the door behind them, it was going to be a long night.