Sorry I've been gone a few days, did you think I was going MIA again? I won't do that until this story is complete. Which will be a while from now. I've been busy reading fics, making a baby Gohan plushie and um…working on an epic cosplay. SO Here you go! :D

I hope you enjoyLighting crashed all around, it was the storm of the century back at Capsule Corp. Bulma lay in her bed, alone, looking out at the night and the storm. Storms always reminded her of Vegeta, peacefully violent. A beauty of nature, which you do not dare to test. So strong, so powerful, and so aggressive. She loved storms, and it was all thanks to him. Her window overlooked the Capsule Corp garden, a place she refused to change to develop; it was her minds escape back to the past to a time where her love was strong and very present. She lulled herself to sleep with his face in her mind, his body moving in the rain his muscles rippling as he trained. That is how she saw him, always training always moving - bound and determined.

Bulma awoke with a start, thunder clapped all around lighting lit up the room for just milliseconds. She could feel someone in the room. She could feel watched. She feared moving to give her watcher the knowledge she was aware of it. She had learned to play "dead" due to her life as of the past 25 years. Lay still and hope they would just pass by thinking one was already dead. But the feeling didn't subside, like it normally did. Someone was there, something dangerous. The blue haired woman shuttered at the thought. Her son the only one capable of saving her was gone, far far away. Bulma knew not what to do.

She heard shuffling at the foot of her bed, the thing had moved, its eyes no longer fixed on her. Bulma swallowed hard, rolling from her side to lift up to see, it was dark, and maybe it was nothing. Lighting flashes as her eyes caught sight of the presence. The milliseconds of light left a lot to be questioned, but she didn't need to question, she knew. She would always recognize the shadowy figure that once lingered at the foot of her bed so many years ago.

"Ve…Vegeta?" Her voice shaking stuttering the word. Was she dreaming? She had dreamt dreams like this before, yet in her dreams she never receives a response.

"It's been a while." A deep husky voice said from the darkness. It wasn't a dream it was real. In split second Bulma had risen from bed and thrown herself at the figure. Arms connecting around his firm waist, head resting on his back. Tears blurred her dark vision, she could say nothing.

They stood there feeling each other's bodies. Their cells knew what to do, they both felt at home. The dark figure turned, Bulma never releasing her grasp. Blue eyes shimmered in the night tears glistening in them as diamonds. She looked deep into those dark abyss of eyes as she felt arms surround her, pulling her in. His warmth hadn't changed, his smell was the same. He was just how she remembered him. Perfect.

The night continued on, and they never moved from that spot. They just held one another, no words no explanations, just company. The sun began to shine through reminisce of the storm, growing is gaze over the horizon. She could fully see him now, no longer surrounded by darkness. Though her sight was still blurry, tears still falling.

"Welcome home." Bulma whispered as she pulled herself from his chest. They studied one another, Vegeta had aged in the spirit world, but only a little, he was still firm and beautifully dark. Bulma had aged, but Vegeta noticed nothing but her blue eyes that always held a special gleam when they gazed upon him.

Vegeta lifted Bulma's face as he kissed her, a kiss she'd been longing for, for so many years. She blushed like a little girl.

Vegeta pulled away, "what has happened?" the woman still tearing up. He walked over to the window, placing his left hand on the glass. "This is not the same place I left." He turned to see his woman smiling. Smiling at him, for him and him alone. This warmed his heart. Vegeta just knew he wouldn't be missed, he knew she'd be fine without him. Vegeta knew those were all lies he was telling himself. He had changed in his 25 years of death. He was allowed to keep his body for his penitence for his redemption of his life. He gave his life his everything to try and save them. And he succeeded.

Bulma smiled ear to ear. So happy, she hadn't felt this happy since before the androids. "Vegeta." She walked over to him, his back to her. She stood to his right touching her shoulder to his, wanting to feel him as much as she could. His arm found its way around her body. "The androids…they destroyed everything, even you." She looked at his face, scowled like it always was, but this scowl wasn't hate but regret.

"And?" he spoke softly. 25 years hadn't changed that he was a man of little words.

"It's a long story. It's been 25 years since they came. Gohan survived the initial fight; he took it upon himself to train…our son, Trunks." Her eyes still fixated on him. Vegeta's arm tightened pulling her body closer to his.

"Where is he?" Vegeta was watching her reflection in the window.

"I'd guess on his way home, seeing how his mission was a success." She giggled. "You see, Trunks went to New Namek to wish you home." Bulma kissed his shoulder. "His girlfriend came up with the idea."

Vegeta turned to look at her. Bulma wrapped her arms around him so tight, kissing his lips. His moist strong soft lips. She wanted to welcome home her lover.

Vegeta deepened the kiss hands trailing her body through her silk night dress. He pulled the shoulder straps down watching as it slipped down her still perfect body. Bulma blushed. Whispering into his ear "I've had no other since your last night on Earth." She nibbled his ear as he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

He knew she would be lonely and worried so disparity that she had not found someone else. He trusted her words, she had never lied to him why start now. Plus, he could smell her pheromones that only pumped out longing for him. He grasped her just under her butt cheeks lifting her up propping her on the glass door. He kissed her deeply trailing down her neck on to her bare chest. Bulma took handfuls of his thick course hair. She moaned as her body shook with each touch. Vegeta's body was ready; 25 years will do that to a man. Bulma could feel him rocking back and forth so slightly to give some friction. She clawed at his suite; he was brought back in his old fighting suite, the one she had last seen him in. She ripped it from his body, presenting his deep muscles and their equally deep scars.

She kissed down his neck and onto his chest slowly going lower. Her hands ran franticly over his body, recalling every last inch of him. Then with the slightest touch she held him. She nuzzled it, feeling its soft skin on her face. Licking it gently. Vegeta grunted, his hands now pushed on the glass door to hold himself up. Bulma had many skills and this was one of them. She lowered her mouth around his girth, her hands holding the shaft to make up for what her mouth couldn't reach. She slowly moved up and down feeling his head hit her soft pallet. It took only moments to feel him shutter. His right hand move to rest on her head, not forcing her just coaching her. Vegeta let out groan loud and low. He released in her mouth, and Bulma loved it. He always tasted so good. She swallowed multiple times, smiling as she pulled away. Looking up, he smirked at her.

The next thing she knew she was on the bed his wet lips on her neck. Two large fingers trailed the details of her opening, even after all these years he knew her body like no other. Thrusting them inside she yelped. He moved them back and forth slow and steady. His thumb playing with her nub, making her shake. The prince's left hand played with her breast, playing gently he made his deepest desire known.

"I've been waiting. Vegeta, please…" she begged him in-between gasps for air. He only nodded. He shifted his body rubbing his member on her willing pussy. She was wet and not just because of his earlier work, but pure desire. Dipping the tip in recalling all her warmth all the memories, he plunged in. Bulma screamed. It was bigger than she remembered. He drove himself into her as she rocked her hips to his movements. She could feel his entirety his emotions his passion, his love. Bulma rubbed his chest and arms trying to catch reality to ground herself into something there. She called out his name as she broke skin on his back. Her walls clenched down onto him, making his efforts fail.

"Yes. Bulma. Ahhh!" he moaned releasing himself once again inside her. His body gave out as he rested on top of her, holding up his weight not to crush her, his head resting in the crook of her neck. Bulma's nails still biting in his skin, she shook with release. Panting she closed her eyes and loosened her grip, she felt his hair on her left cheek, she nuzzled into it. Smelling his deep musk.

"I've missed you so much Vegeta. I love you. I always have, I always will." She whispered into his hair.

He rose up looked deep into her eyes kissing her deeply then returned his head to the crook of her neck. "I love you. Woman." His voice was soft until the last word, it was harsh and grumpy. She giggled as he smiled, lips hidden in the softness of her neck.

Vegeta's back! I thought they needed a lovey moment. Sorry no Trunks in this chapter, he'll come back don't worry. I've got great things for him. ^_^

How will Miki react to this dark new man in the house? Will Trunks get to know his father in this time? Will Vegeta stay? Who knows…well other than me haha.

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