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Happy Thanksgiving. Sorry about the shortness of the length, but I just wanted to update and let you all know it probably won't be a while until I update again. I'm going to be studying for finals the next couple of weeks.

Star870: Aw, thank you. Don't worry. I won't give up on any of my stories. I just update whichever ones I have ideas for on any one given day. I won't do that to the people who are actually reading. :D

Preciousjade76: He is a mystery, isn't he?

Ngoctrang: Haha, yeah…Well, finals are about to start up so my stories probably won't be updated for a couple weeks. If I write any in class, I'll probably type them up, but it's going to be even more sporadic than it was…XD

When Vegeta returned to his room, Bulma was already dressed and making breakfast in his small kitchenette. Vegeta didn't have much food wise, but Bulma figured out how to make his random food ingredients look somewhat edible. She looked so beautiful and had a smile on her face. It was hard to believe that what had happened last night had really happened. Bulma turned to look at him and her eyes lit up. Her tail motioned for him to come over to her. It was nice to know that Bulma still trusted him even after her run-in with Zarbon.

Vegeta put his arms around her waist and rested his head atop of hers. Bulma intertwined their tails and Vegeta smiled. The warmth he felt in his chest for that one simple gesture made him feel invincible. He kissed her neck gently and was relieved when she welcomed it.

"What did my father want?" Bulma asked. Vegeta turned her around in his grip and gently pressed her against the counter.

"He has granted me permission to marry you. I had asked him two years ago when he asked what I wanted. I have always wanted you, Bulma. Now we even have his permission to be together."

Bulma smiled with tears of joy forming in her eyes. She pulled him in for a hug. "I'm glad. I love you, Vegeta."

"And I you, my princess," Vegeta replied. He still didn't like using the word "love" since what he felt for her was so much more than that.

"Are you ready for breakfast?" Bulma asked.

Vegeta nodded and Bulma drew him into a passionate kiss. "I can get used to this," he said making Bulma giggle in response against his lips. At least now they had the freedom to be with one another even though they knew there would be a catch.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Nappa and Raditz exclaimed later when they went to check on Bulma.

"Yes," Bulma said with a smile on her face looking up at Vegeta. "I already spoke with my father about it. Vegeta went with me."

"So what's the catch?" Raditz asked not that he wasn't happy for his prince/friend.

"So far, nothing, but I'm sure he will think of something. It matters not, though." He turned his head to smile down at Bulma.

"Well, congratulations," Nappa said. He had always wanted Vegeta to be happy and Bulma seemed to make him happy through the years. And now it seemed like Vegeta would be able to continue the royal line with a true Saiyan and that was even more of a plus. Things were starting to fall in the place for his prince and future princess.

"I can't believe this," Bulma muttered later in Vegeta's room.

He lied down next to her on the bed and hugged her from behind. "What's the matter?" he asked rubbing his nose against her temple lightly breathing on her neck.

Bulma giggled at the sensation of his breath tickling her. "Well, nothing right now." She rolled to her back and looked up at Vegeta who was hovering over her. She put her arms around his neck and he bent down to kiss her passionately and vigorously. Vegeta was being a little rougher with her, but it was a Saiyan thing and he would never do anything to harm her. Bulma trusted that. When they broke apart, Bulma told him her concern. "My father wants me to continue with those damn marriage classes. I can't disobey him, especially when he's being unusually calm about our union."

Vegeta nodded. "Just smile and nod and know in your heart that I will never try to silence you or keep you as some damn wallflower. I like your feisty attitude much better than your dutiful one."

The tears in Bulma's eyes worried Vegeta. He thought he had something she wanted to hear, but he had upset her…or not.

Bulma grabbed onto him desperately and kissed him vigorously. She refused to let him go. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, Vegeta. You mean it?" Vegeta smirked and nodded. "Thank you…for not trying to silence me."

"I would never do that, princess. It's not the Saiyan way."

"Like I said, I like the Saiyans a whole lot better than my father's people." It made sense now more than ever now that she knew the truth of her origins. Vegeta simply nuzzled against her neck, playfully nibbling on her soft skin. Bulma sighed in contentment as she felt his hands against her skin under her clothes. At least she could still feel pleasure in being with the Saiyan she loved without being reminded of the horrible night with Zarbon. She soon drifted off, snoring slightly, and Vegeta pulled her closer to him. He too fell asleep easily that night. They knew they would have more night like these, and accepted the fact that they would remain inseparable.

(This chapter was edited 2/3/2013)