Of Kisses and Precious Treasures
When she had been young, kissing a boy had been the highlight of any potential relationship she could've been in.
As such, she had paid explicit detail to any and every kiss she received, keeping a mental count and account of every single one of them. They had been like her precious treasures. Some of them were more memorable, some weren't, but they were all the same her precious memories.
When she grew up and her experience with men broadened to a wider spread of activities, Bulma came to forget what had been so special about kissing that had captivated her as much. She moved on to be enthralled by other things—much more interesting—that could be done by a man and woman.
Maybe that had been just the fact that she had spent her entire youth and early adolescence in a single relationship with just one man. She couldn't put her finger on quite the reason why. But when she shared her first kiss with Vegeta, she couldn't help but wonder how this action could be the same as what she'd been doing with Yamcha over a decade of her life before that. After all, the feelings and reactions such a simple show of intimacy begot in her were a world apart from what she had ever experienced with her former boyfriend.
She had reasoned with herself (for the sake of her slightly slipping sanity) that it was just the thrill of the new experience with a different person that had sparked such a fire in her. A kiss was just a damn kiss. There was no way any man could affect her as much with just that!
And even though she had done a splendid job in assuring herself that was all it was, Bulma quickly found herself paying almost as explicit detail and being just as excited about every fleeting kiss she shared with the Saiyan prince as she had done with Yamcha in her adolescence.
She would be damned before she admitted it to the man himself (Dende knew that his ego was already barely fitting into the huge compound of Capsule Corporation quarters as it was) but she was eternally grateful to Vegeta for each and every single kiss he'd shared with her over their slowly budding bond in the years before the arrival of the artificial humans.
Because just a single, simple kiss from a proud Saiyan prince was enough to set her heart aflutter in a schoolgirl-like exhilaration very atypical of Bulma's thirty years of age.
Because all of Vegeta's kisses were her precious treasures.
A/N: Since I have quite a few of these (and still many that I have yet to write), I decided to post them in the order in which I wrote them initially. Some have weaker impact than others—understandably so, I believe. So please excuse any "weak" chapters as best as you can. (Like this one, for example. :D)
Chapter Prompt: Theme Set Alpha, #2: Kiss.