She handed him a cone full of something white and creamy and cold. Vegeta stared at it, eyebrow cocked.
"I got you vanilla 'cuz I'm not sure which flavor you like... I have strawberry," Bulma licked the creamy blob with her tongue and smacked her lips. The saiyan raised an eyebrow, unsure, but followed her actions and...
oh, it tasted good... and creamy... and cold...
"You like it?"
He answered her by swallowing the rest of the cone.
The heiress grinned and took another lick of her strawberry, "good, I'll stock up at home, then."
Vegeta eyed the pink scoop of ice cream that sat on top of the cone that Bulma had in her hands. She caught his gaze.
"Do you want a taste?"
He nodded slightly and reached over, his mouth slightly open (Bulma's eyes widened as she watched his tongue drag over his canines and his pouty lips purse together)... and he ate Bulma's entire cone.
The blue haired woman stared, for a few long moments, at the tiny, one forth of her original cone that lay in the end.
"I hardly got a taste!"
The saiyan smirked.
"I said, 'have a taste', not 'have all my ice cream! I-"
Vegeta silenced her with a quick kiss.
Bulma's eyes widened, she gasped and her mouth dropped open, she gazed into the saiyan's unreadable onyx eyes as he pulled back. Vegeta watched the scientist for a reaction. Did he do something wrong? Did she not like it? He almost frowned, willing her to say something, anything, even if it was to yell, but Bulma just stared - oh shit I ruined it, Vegeta screamed inwardly, oh damn, I thought I planned it right... didn't she like it? Oh Kami...
"Wh-what?"
"You said you wanted a taste," Vegeta smirked, Bulma blinked, overcoming her shock, and murmured something intelligible.
"Hn? What?" Vegeta leaned forward. He didn't catch her words.
"I... didn't get a good enough taste." Bulma blushed heavily.
The saiyan smirked triumphantly, catching her advances, and captured her lips again. Vegeta pressed deeper - (he was begging her inwardly to respond), and his heart exploded when he felt Bulma kiss back. He smirked against her lips and pulled her closer, when he felt the weakling's ki spark in outrage. It appeared they have been caught.
They pulled back, both panting, red.
"You..."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
Bulma grinned stupidly, blushing crimson, like when she was a teenager who had just gotten her first kiss. "You taste like strawberry."
The saiyan grinned back.