It was 19. Bulma had been absent all day, luckily. He didn't want to see her and, as the minutes passed, he cursed himself more and more for how stupid this idea had been.
This is a complete waste of time, a stupid party when I am so behind with my training. But I owe her… They've all done so much for me and never asked anything in return. Will she think I care? Well… I do care… But what if she is the one who doesn't care? What if she sees the weakling and thinks she wants to go back? I'll kill him. Oh, shit what the fuck am I rambling about? Me, the great Vegeta worried about feelings? Preposterous. This planet is weakening me, killing me. Must be the food. Or the general laziness. Or the absolute lack of challenges and danger. Starting tomorrow I'll have to focus more on my training, not on this stupid nonsense. I've been slacking, I've only trained 9 hours a day since we started having sex and I'm not focused. It's not enough. I have to get back on track. I have to ascend. Oh, but sex with her…
He'd taken a shower, he'd even tried to brush his hair like the woman had explained, but he'd given up pretty quickly, considering it too stupid and now he was looking at himself in the mirror. This human clothing was not bad, he even thought he looked pretty good, it really was elegant and it was not entirely uncomfortable, yet it was so different from what he'd ever worn that he felt a bit weird.
But there still was a piece he couldn't figure out how to use. He considered it for a long moment, then he opened the door to go straight to Bulma's door.
As he opened, he found Bulma there in front of his door, her right hand raised, clearly ready to knock. They looked at each other for a long moment, both taking in the sight in front of them. Oh shit, I love you.
Bulma looked astonishing: her blue hair was softly tied up behind her head while a few strands fell gracefully around her beautiful face. She was wearing some light makeup, her pink, full lips glimmered brightly and her eyes were so blue that he had to remind himself how to breathe. Mine!
She was wearing a long, soft, pink delicate dress that embraced her curves deliciously. He unconsciously licked his lips: "You look… wonderful.". She beamed: "Thank you, and you are absolutely stunning!" "Of course I am, royalty here! But I don't know what this is or how it works.". He showed her a tie, she smiled and took it gently from his hand: "Here, hold my purse, I'll do it.".
She fixed the tie with soft hands, moving quickly and precisely around his neck, washing over him with her scent of soap and flowers. He observed her focused stare and felt something deep and primal grow inside of him, a roaring need to claim her as his and he was grateful to that little purse for occupying his hands or he knew he would touch her and then it would all go spiraling down. Bulma.
In a bit it was done, but to him it felt like time had stopped. She took a step back to look at him and her smile broadened, she looked proud of him. That same smile made his insides burn so hot that his mind filled violently with a swirl of images of them kissing and licking and he breathed hard and he took a step forward. I have to have you NOW.
"Bulma, the cars are here!".
He shook out of his reverie and cleared his throat, watching her walk towards the voice and tried to follow her, but he stopped dead in his tracks: her dress was completely backless and it reached very, very low. "Bulma… are you naked under that dress?". She blinked a couple of times, then smiled above her shoulder: "Maybe.". He growled inwardly.
There were two cars, one for them and one for her parents. They sat side by side.
While they moved, he asked: "Was it really for the weakling that you didn't want to go?". She looked at her purse: "Not exactly… I'm just uncomfortable with people asking me about his whereabouts." "Who's going to ask you that?". Bulma shrugged: "The paparazzi." "You mean the idiots who are sometimes outside the main door?". She nodded: "You know, journalists make up a lot of stupid news just to sell and a few years ago they invented this stupid story that we were a dream couple, you know, the pretty heiress and the famous baseball player… so they'll surely bombard me with questions. Did you drop him because he cheated? I hate that, it's none of their business." "Is that why you did it?". She looked up at him for a moment, then said honestly: "No. I broke up because of you.". He looked at her in silence, his heart racing. Don't go back to him.
Bulma looked down again: "I knew he cheated on me. Everybody knew. And I was somehow fine with it, probably because I didn't love him in that way anymore and, as my mother says, we were together out of habit. But then you arrived and… and you turned my life upside down and I couldn't get you out of my mind, so I understood that what I had wasn't what I wanted. That's why I did it.".
After a moment of silence, Vegeta looked out of the window and asked: "Why didn't you ask me?". She looked at his profile for a moment, then said in a small voice: "I thought you'd get angry.".
He turned to look at her: "Why would I?" "Because you always get angry! And then... Well, you were super adamant from the beginning: just sex. You made it clear you didn't want any kind of relationship with me and this seemed like a real date. I thought you'd get angry if I asked, because I would be crossing the line that you drew. People will see us together and they'll think we have something more than just sex." "But we do.".
Bulma said breathlessly: "What?". He looked at her in the eyes: "We do have something bigger than sex. It would be pretty stupid to deny it at this point." "You mean… you feel something for me?". He smirked, but didn't answer, as the car stopped.
Vegeta got out and waited for her, even offering his hand to help her. She accepted it with a smile and stood by him. He really did have royal manners when he wanted. She gently grabbed his arm and softly guided him towards the entrance.
Flashes went mad around them, he flinched for a moment, but she quickly whispered in his ear: "Relax, they're disturbing, not dangerous. Don't listen to them and don't answer any questions.". He nodded and they entered, while Bulma gave beautiful smiles to everyone.
Once inside, the noise calmed considerably. "You should have warned me. I was about to blow them up." "Sorry, I was distracted by your words. And I'm so used to the paparazzi that I forgot. We'll find them also on the way out. Better not drink or I might embarrass myself.".
Once in the elevator, Vegeta asked: "What do they want?" "Photos of us." "Ah, yeah. Your mother said that. But why?" "Because we're beautiful together and I'm rich and famous and you're so hot and mysterious! And apparently people want to know about my private life." "I don't get it." "Nor do I, trust me. It's very stupid. People are more interested in what I wear than in what I do. But… Who's the most famous person in the universe?" "The universe is bigger than you think… and as much as I'd like to say it's me, I think that in our area it could be Freeza." "Okay, now imagine people who want to know stuff about him, like what he's wearing, who his friends are, who he has sex with and so on.". Vegeta counted on his fingers: "Usually the armor, sometimes nothing at all, he has no friends and I don't think he has sex.". Bulma was amused: "Maybe he's a sexy beast and you don't know it.". Vegeta shivered: "That's a bad image to put into my head.". The door of the elevator opened.
He looked at her for a moment and then at the crowd in front of them, she looked nervous. He said quietly: "Now chin up. You're inferior to no one. This is like a fight: if they see you're scared, you're dead. Understand me?". Bulma looked at him surprised and nodded. She took a deep breath and straightened her back, gripping his right arm even tighter. Thank you for being here with me.
The evening went smoothly, Bulma smiled, talked to a lot of people, laughed at stupid jokes and Vegeta followed her silently, observing her curiously. He'd never seen her outside the compound, but he was starting to understand how important she was in this society, this seemed to be her little kingdom.
He knew exactly what she was going through. She had a title, she was the heiress of this kingdom, it was rightfully hers, everybody knew she was superior to them, yet she had to prove herself continuously, she had to show a strong face or she'd be crushed. I know how it feels.
Bulma whined: "How long have we been here? Can we leave?". Vegeta grinned: "I thought you had to make a speech.". She raised one eyebrow: "Do you have to remind me?". He chuckled: "I'm having fun.". She smiled: "So, you have fun while I'm suffering, eh?". He scoffed: "If this is all the suffering you've ever been through, remind me to tell you a few stories about life on Freeza's ships.". She laughed: "Well, I've seen some shit myself, but you surely win.".
They were interrupted by a low, velvety voice: "Oh, Miss Briefs, the most beautiful inventor the world has ever seen, what an honor to finally meet you.".
They turned to face a tall, handsome man with green eyes and dark hair who smiled broadly at her: "Even more beautiful than the stories about you tell.".
He kissed her hand gently, but something about him made her nervous: "Nice to meet you, ehm… you are?" He chuckled lightly: "How rude of me, I'm Dr. K, I'm a scientist and inventor as well, not as famous as you and your father, of course, but maybe you know my work? I'm the inventor of the G-13.".
She looked at him for a split second, then her eyes searched him up and down and she found it: a small red ribbon pin, right on his tie. She went: "Oooh, yes! Dr. K. Yes, yes. I heard about your work.". He smiled and started: "Excellent, I came here with the precise purpose of suggesting a joint venture with your company.".
With an elegant gesture, the blue haired inventor raised a hand to silence him and retorted: "If you hadn't interrupted me… I was saying that I know about your work and I don't like it a single bit. Capsule Corp. will never, ever join the Red Ribbon down that rabbit hole. Inventions are meant to create a better future for people, not for killing innocents for profit, you should think better about your abilities. You seem a very talented genius, try to use your brain for the people and not to kill them. Now, if you'll excuse us…". She turned on her heels quickly and went outside on the balcony. Vegeta followed her calmly, unperturbed.
Once outside, she said through gritted teeth: "I hate him! Do you understand who he is? He works for the company that I think is creating those fucking androids at this very precise moment! How the hell does he live with himself knowing their creations will kill thousands of people? He's a monster!".
Vegeta looked at her intently, his brows furrowed and his voice came out deep: "I killed millions.". She froze and swallowed, her eyes widening: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean… That's completely different." "How?" "You had no choice, he does it for profit.".
The prince looked at her, then said seriously: "Bulma, I already explained to you that we did it for profit as well. Freeza forced us to do it for him, but we did it even before. And I loved the thrill of destroying… I still do. I actually miss the spark of towns exploding in front of my eyes. The immense power I felt is something I'll always crave. I can't wait to kill the androids.". Bulma corrected him: "You want to defeat them.".
The warrior insisted: "No, that is the point. You have to accept this: I want to kill them. Kakarrot defeats his enemies, I kill them. I want to crush those toasters and hear the noise of their bodies cracking under my feet, like bugs. Bulma, no one survives the passage of a real Saiyan and up there in the galaxy my name is still pronounced with fear. And I like it, it makes me proud. It reminds me who I am.".
He looked deep in her eyes and felt an immense distance separating them. Bulma insisted: "That's still not the same. A Saiyan conquers and kills because it's in their nature, it's been woven in your own skin by a whole life of fights, you said that. But this… this is a planet of good-natured people and bad humans are the exception to stop. And even you, one day, will understand that the real pleasure is in fighting, not in killing. Why be a killer when you can be a hero?". I simply have to love you hard enough.
He chuckled: "What?". She squared her shoulders but her eyes filled with tears and her voice was broken: "You are not a monster, you are an amazing person. Just trust me: you defeat those androids to save us all and you will feel a new type of pride." "Don't be delusional. I don't want to change." "I'm not trying to change you, (her mother's words flashed in her mind) I'm trying to upgrade you.". Upgrade me?
He looked at her, surprised, and she continued: "Can you honestly tell me that when you're with me you still think about killing?". He admitted: "No, not when I'm with you.". Bulma smiled: "Then I'll be your shadow.".
He chuckled and opened his mouth to answer, but they were interrupted once again: "Speech time!". She rolled her eyes, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Before going back in, she kissed him on the cheek: "This conversation is not over, prince. Come on, my speech will be terrible and you can make fun of me after that.".
Bulma took her notes out of her small purse and headed to the spotlight, taking deep breaths along the way. Vegeta stood in a corner, watching and listening intently. He observed the way she moved, the way she expressed her ideas and he was fascinated. She was shining.
Who is this woman? She's got fire, brains, passion, she's the strongest I've ever met, she's made to rule, but chooses not to. She's got a huge ki but not for physical battles, it's a different ki, like she has an enormous soul inside that tiny body. She is the richest, the smartest and has the best technology… she could subdue this planet in a week. She even has the dragon balls always at her disposal! Yet, she chooses not to. On the contrary, she fights everyone who wants to oppress the weaker. But why? Isn't absolute power the ultimate goal for everyone? Isn't it normal to want to be above everyone else? Yet, both her and her father try their hardest to make a better planet for everyone. She's stubborn, proud, strong, feisty, fierce and fearless. Gods, she's so perfect. But she's asking me to change. Do I want to do that? And just how much should I change?... One thing I know for sure: I can't afford to lose her.
She came down surrounded by applause, people kept coming at her, she shook hands and smiled at everyone, but she had eyes only for him and she headed straight to him. Bulma.
He looked proud of her, she took his hand with a huge smile and for the first time he slowly intertwined his fingers with hers, nervously watching her reaction. Bulma's heart skipped a beat. She looked down at their hands, then she looked at him open mouthed, gripping his hand tightly. The biggest smile ever spread on her face. What is it that you feel for me, my prince?
"You did great!" said a voice behind her, popping the dreamy bubble they were in. She knew that voice very well, her smile dropped and she turned around rigidly to see that she was right: Yamcha. He had brought a beautiful, very young, blonde girl wearing a very succinct black dress. Bulma said tiredly: "Yamcha.".
By turning around, she involuntarily allowed Yamcha to see who was with her.
Yamcha's mouth fell open, his eyes quickly darted to their joined hands and he said with a strangled voice: "Vegeta!". Vegeta raised a corner of his mouth: "Weakling!". He repeated again, in disbelief: "Vegeta?". Bulma rolled her eyes: "Oh, come on! Got stuck?". He said it a third time, shocked: "Vegeta?!".
Bulma looked at her ex for a long moment, thinking. Then she got closer to his ear, her voice was velvety: "You know? I love that name too. I repeat it over and over every night.". The baseball player looked horrified.
Bulma turned on her heels and Vegeta followed her, still holding her hand.
Bulma guided him to the balcony again, elated for her small victory, took off her heels keeping them in one hand, the small bag in the other and raised her arms: "Let's fly home." "What?" "Take me home, I gave my speech, I was a good girl, now take me home, I want my reward." "What reward?". Bulma rolled her eyes, amused: "Oh dear gods! You! You, Vegeta! You are my reward!". He blushed lightly: "Oh". I am a reward.
He licked his lips and moved to take her up in bridal style, but she shook her head, lifted her dress a bit, hugged his neck and with a small jump put her legs around his waist, then said: "Quick, or they'll see us.".
Vegeta took off immediately. Bulma started kissing his neck hungrily while the air caressed her flushed body, cooling her down. He held her safely, but said: "Calm down or I'll lose focus." "You can fly easily while dodging shots of energy and this weak earthling can distract you? Means I'm immensely powerful!".
He grabbed her ass and, with the wind moving everything around, he felt that she had really been naked all along under that dress, so he tried to keep her as covered as possible. He caressed her soft, silky skin and tried to focus while Bulma licked and sucked on his neck.
The woman suggested: "Promise me that once we'll do it like this, flying.". Vegeta smiled: "If you hadn't given me such complicated clothing...". She moaned: "Gods, you're so hot in it!".
They kissed furiously, fumbling to remove his clothes. Vegeta complained in between kisses: "How many fucking layers does this stupid thing has?". Bulma giggled in between kisses: "Don't break it, I want you to wear it again.".
She helped him open the buttons of his shirt and then unbuckle his belt. He pushed down her dress and with one swift move she was completely naked: "Oh, fuck! Turn around!".
She obeyed excitedly and he pushed her down gently, making her bend over. He grabbed her hips and pushed inside her with a deep moan of relief, she whimpered loudly as he started moving fast in and out of her immediately, unable to control himself. So wet.
He was so horny that he couldn't stop himself: "You've been naked all night in front of all those men who were staring at you, you're so vulgar!" "But I'm wet for you, only for you." "You killed the weakling." "Now he knows how good you fuck me. You feel so good.".
She grabbed the sheets, whimpering loudly with every thrust. He kept a frenzied pace, pushing harder and harder, watching her ass while he slammed into her from behind.
It was fast, rough, wild, desperate and too hot to last long and Vegeta burst inside her with a snarl. That was her undoing, the mere idea of his cum inside her did something to her that she just couldn't grasp. She gave a strangled cry and shivered under him, clenching hard around his cock.
They breathed heavily for a couple of minutes, then, a bit reluctantly, he slid out and watched for a moment his fluids leaking out of her, mesmerized. Perfection.
She straightened up and turned to kiss him, he welcomed her with a warm hug and she melted in his arms. He lifted her and placed her on the bed, laying above her. Bulma.
He closed his eyes in bliss the moment his cock slid back into her magnificent, hot wetness. But it was slow, gentle and unhurried this time, Vegeta rubbed his whole body against hers, feeling their skin, his hands loving all of her curves, his lips never leaving hers, the kisses now softer and slower. I want you slowly, I want to show you what I feel. I hope you feel it.
He moved and moved, as if he was trying to tell her a story but couldn't find the words. In and out, in and out, taking his time, enjoying every single inch of their melted bodies, looking at her in the eyes and softly caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. Please feel me the way I feel you 'cause I can't say it in words.
Their bodies slid easily, helped by their excitement, fluids flowing, hands searching, tongues swirling. I've never felt anything like this. I've never felt anyone like this.
He stopped, propped up on his elbows and looked at her, her eyes now closed and her mouth slightly agape in pleasure, he said: "This is more than sex, Bulma.". Her eyes went wide open, she breathed: "More than sex?".
He started pushing again in and out, slowly, talking in rhythm with every lazy, deliberate thrust: "Much more. (Push) You're mine, Bulma. (Push) You are mine." "Say it again." "You are mine." "Again." "Mine.". At that repeated word, Bulma locked him with her legs and she squeezed him hard again, a silent, vibrating orgasm washing over her soul. She felt tears coming down on her hot skin and whispered: "Yours.". And when he came again, filling her, she knew that they were feeling exactly the same thing. I love you.
None of the two dared break that moment, they lay there, embracing for what felt like an eternity, snogging slowly, gently, even giggling a bit.
They didn't say anything at all, Vegeta rolled on his back and pulled her with him, hugging her close, until they fell asleep. I never had anyone so close in my life before you.
The following morning, Bulma woke up to an empty bed and pouted. She went to wash away the makeup of the previous night, then returned to the bed sadly. This should have been a romantic awakening. But no, he has to train. And here I was thinking I really meant someth-
Her train of thoughts was interrupted by the door opening gently. She sat up and saw Vegeta enter the room. Her heart leapt. He's here!
"Oh, you're awake. I'm moving in.". Her heart skipped a beat, she beamed: "Really?" "I'm never in my room anyway.". She fumbled to dress herself, grabbing the first thing she could find and ran to him.
He placed his few belongings on one of the armchairs and opened her enormous wardrobe: "Uhm... You have a lot of stuff.". She admitted: "Well, you're not wrong." "What's all this stuff for?" "Well… I like to look cute and nice… for instance… This one is for when I want to go on adventures. This one is for relaxing. This one is for big evenings. This one is for skiing. You see? I have at least one for any occasion. Some of them I just bought out of boredom. And consider that the stuff I use for work is in my lab!".
He tested her: "For going to space?". She rummaged for a couple of minutes, then said triumphantly: "For space I have this one!". He smirked: "I think I remember that yellow one.". He asked again: "For fighting?". Bulma squinted her eyes: "Very, very funny.". "For me?". She considered him for a moment, then smiled: "First drawer over there.".
Vegeta was surprised, he opened the big drawer she indicated and his mouth fell open: it was a mess of panties and bras of different colors and shapes and other things he didn't even understand. He sank his hands in and felt silky smooth fabric, he studied some of them.
She smirked. She had thrown away all of her old stuff and had bought a lot of new ones: "I heard you like lingerie… so I got some just for you.". Oh, yes I like it.
Bulma continued: "Now let me take these things out, so I can free this area for you.".
Vegeta closed the drawer and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her while she worked deep in the wardrobe. She emerged holding a strange kind of swimsuit. It was dark, with a pompom on the back and there were… ears? "What the hell is that?". Bulma had a wide grin, she giggled: "I think you're gonna like this! Let's see if it still fits!".
She disappeared to the bathroom and reappeared after a couple of minutes, but the costume didn't fit much, her breasts were almost popping out. Vegeta tilted his head, amused: "A rabbit?". Bulma's smile faltered: "Oh, come on! It's a sexy bunny! Isn't your girlfriend sexy?" "What's inside it is very sexy, but… Wait… My what?".
Bulma looked at him almost scared: "Oh, I'm sorry! You said that we… and I assumed…" "What is a girlfriend exactly? I have heard it a lot, but I don't totally get it. Explain." "Oh, it's… it's a way to tell people you're part of a couple and that this person is committed to you." "Like your parents?" "No, they are married, which is like the maximum level, if we want to put it in this way." "Wait, there are levels?".
Bulma was amused: "Kind of. I'd say three levels: boyfriend/girlfriend, fiancées and married. The first one is the basic, the second means you're getting serious and then there's the last level which is my parent's. So I supposed… you're my boyfriend and I'm your girlfriend? No? Too much?" " Too stupid you mean… I'm not a boy… Wait, what were you with the weakling?". Bulma shrugged: "Level one.". Vegeta looked offended: "Are you suggesting that I'm on his same level? Oh, honestly, woman, I-". Bulma's shoulders sank a bit: "But then, what are we?".
Vegeta explained matter of factly: "Saiyans have only one level: mates.". Her eyes widened with joy: "Oh, mates?". She weighed the word on her tongue for a moment: "Mates. Mates. Sounds nice.". Vegeta squared his shoulders: "Being mates is not something that sounds nice. For a Saiyan, having a mate is very important, it is… definitive.". She looked at him amazed: "Definitive? But… you mean like my parents?". He nodded solemnly, red in the face.
Bulma held her breath and looked at him with wide eyes, her mouth going dry: "Vegeta… are you fully aware of what you are talking about? Do you understand what this means for me?" "I am obviously fully aware of it, woman. I hope you are aware of what it means for me.".
"Are you really asking me… to marry you?" "If you want to call it that way, I'm fine with it, because it seems they mean the same. But yes, I'm asking you to make this (he gestured between the two of them) definitive.". The prince looked at her expectantly, holding his breath. Well, that was a bad, bad proposal, but please say yes.
Bulma froze, her mouth open. A waterfall of thoughts flooded her mind violently all at once. What the fuck is going on? Is he really aware of what he's asking me?Am I going mad? Going so serious with a ruthless killer? There's no going back. But it's just one week! We can't go serious in one week! Ten years with Yamcha and we never got as far as this man wants us to go now in one week. And what if he goes back to being evil? No, I trust him. Maybe I'm mad, but I trust him. Is this the worst idea ever? But oh my gods, the way he makes me feel… No no no, this is about more than feelings…
Bulma furrowed her brows: "You've only known me for one week." "No, months. One week is just the time we started having sex.". Bulma tried to sound adamant, but her voice was wavering with emotions: "I... will require absolute respect and utmost honesty. We're a team, we're on the same level, no one is inferior or superior to the other. This is not an expectation, it is a requirement. If you can do this... I'd love to be your mate". He smirked: "Your terms are very fair. Of course I can do that.".
Bulma got closer to him and hugged him adoringly with shining eyes: "My mate.". She kissed him gently, smiling and his heart leapt. We're mates! His arms went around her and he took a deep, relieved sigh.
Bulma was curious: "You seem relieved.". "Well, I wasn't sure you'd accept." "Why not?". He shrugged: "Because of who I am." "I like who you are.". He looked at her for a moment, then said suspiciously: "I'm still not convinced you fully understand who I am.". Bulma smiled: "I think I understand more than you think, let me remind you that I was on Namek as well and, even though I didn't witness all of what you actually did, I know. I'm aware of your past and I want you anyway. And I insist: you underestimate yourself as a person.". He shook his head with a huge smile: "You never disappoint.". I love it when you smile, Saiyan.
Bulma asked him: "Isn't it risky to have just one level?" "Why?" "You could be wrong about a person. Look at me with Yamcha, if there'd only been one level, I'd be stuck with him.". Vegeta said simply: "I would have killed him. No big deal." "Oh. So, help me understand… you were allowed to have sex with anyone, but you could only have one mate?". Vegeta's face went pink and he looked down: "No. You cannot do it if you're not going to be mates.".
Bulma's eyes widened: "Wait a minute… so, when we first did it… you already thought of me as your mate?" "Well... uhm... yes.". She squinted her eyes: "But you wanted to back down when I kissed you.". Vegeta's face was burning: "It's complicated, okay?! I had strict royal Saiyan rules to follow, but you were stuck in my head and you were tempting me and-". She asked seriously: "Do you regret it?" "No.". You're the one, Bulma.
She was curious: "But what if you didn't like it?" "What? Sex with you? Have you seen yourself?". Bulma giggled like a teenager and kissed him on the cheek: "I thought you hated me.". "Well, you are annoying and stubborn and…". She rolled her eyes: "Stop it!".
He looked nervous: "I never thought I'd have a mate." "Why?" "Because when you're under Freeza you don't think about the future, you just live day by day and surely don't think about mates. Plus, there are no more Saiyans left." "But I'm not a Saiyan." "Trust me, in your heart you're the fiercest Saiyan I ever met! I can even declare you an honorary Saiyan, if you want.".
Bulma giggled, he asked: "Now what?" "My mate is an alien prince! And I'm dressed as a bunny! Oh, this costume is so stupid! I'd better change and we can go out to a nice restaurant.". He rolled his eyes, but felt genuinely happy.
"Now we'll see when heirs arrive.". She stammered: "We… sorry, we what?". He repeated: "We'll have heirs.". She swallowed: "Come again?". He repeated thoughtfully: "Heirs… uhm… maybe it's not the right word…". Bulma swallowed again, soundly: "No, no, it is the right word. A-are you serious? You mean kids?" "Of course. We already know our races can be mixed, we-".
Bulma stopped him, she was breathing fast: "W-wait a minute. I need to sit down.". She fell in one of the armchairs, then jumped back up as if the cushions were burning: "No, first I have to change out of this stupid costume.". She took out the costume quickly, throwing it on the ground. "No, no, no, first I need a shower.". She headed to the bathroom, but stopped at the door. She was muttering about something, walking around naked, she looked confused: "Maybe I just need coffee.".
Vegeta looked at her, then touched her shoulders gently: "Bulma?". She swallowed and looked at him desperately: "You… you want kids? You?". He answered calmly: "Well, that's normal for mates, especially for the royals.". Bulma's voice came out shrilly: "You want kids? You, Vegeta the destroyer of planets and happy-to-kill warrior? (He nodded) Oh, shit. I need to sit down.".
"First of all, you're naked. Get dressed or I can't focus.". She nodded and grabbed a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. He said: "Fine, now listen to me. Calm down. Breathe. We're not having kids now. We've just started and I don't think it will happen immediately. It might even take years. We'll see." "I'm on the pill." "What?" "I take the pill." "What pill?" "I take a pill that prevents pregnancies." "Oh. Why?" "Ehm… to prevent pregnancies?" "Why didn't you tell me?" "Look who's talking, the one who practically married me without telling me!". Well, she's not wrong.
Bulma was now hysterical: "How the hell was I supposed to know you wanted kids? We both agreed it was just sex! I thought a pregnancy was the exact opposite of what you wanted and if I ever got pregnant you'd kill me!". He dismissed her easily: "Nah, I would never kill you.". Bulma was breathing with difficulty, her voice going higher with each word: "How can we have kids? You'll go into space and leave me here to raise little Saiyans!?! They'll kill me!".
Vegeta raised his voice: "Can you calm down now?!". She was talking fast, out of breath: "No, I'm not calming down, for fuck's sake!!! First, you told me it was just sex, then last night you told me it wasn't just sex, then you told me we're mates and now you want kids? All in a week?! You're insane!".
"BULMA! Calm the fuck down! Are we mates or not?". She screamed: "Of course we're mates!". He tried: "Good, do you feel for me?" "I fucking love you, you jerk!" "Do you want kids with me or not?". She was screaming and crying: "Of course I want kids with you, you fucking idiot!" "Then why the fuck are you panicking?". She deflated, her voice was small: "I don't know… I… I'm scared.".
She fell on the ground, sitting on her knees and burst out crying. Vegeta sat by her: "Shit. No. Don't cry, it unsettles me. I got carried away." "Carried away is an understatement!". He hugged her: "I never even thought I'd find a mate. But then you came along and you changed everything I knew and now I want everything all at once.".
Bulma dried her eyes and smiled: "Who are you and what have you done to my arrogant, stupid prince?". He chuckled: "Still here, don't worry. But… try to understand… you are the exact opposite of anything there was in my life before Earth and I got hasty.". She looked at him, puzzled: "The opposite?".
He looked down: "I never had someone who respected me just for who I am. No one before had ever asked me what I wanted. No one ever worried about me. No one ever took care of me. (His voice became smaller) You do.".
Bulma's eyes were full of tears: "You are such an idiot!". He looked up, surprised: "Wha-?". She was beaming: "You ordered me not to fall in love with you but it was the only thing you needed. Don't you ever dare to push me away again!". He nodded once, pursing his lips to hide a smile.
She hid her face on his shoulder: "I do, Vegeta. I really do care. You can play the tough guy with everyone else, but promise me that when we're alone you'll always be as true as now.".
He hugged her tightly, both still sitting on the pavement and kissed her head, then he chuckled. She asked: "Now what?" "You said you love me.". She playfully slapped his arm: "You're an idiot." "You mean it?" "Yes, I mean it. I love you. Even if you're an idiot.".
Bulma didn't understand what happened in the next few seconds, but she found herself lying on the carpet with Vegeta above her. He was hugging her tightly around the waist, his head resting softly on her belly. I know you love me, Saiyan.
"Vegeta…" "Mmmh?" "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the pill." "Well, I don't know shit about pregnancies and protection, so it's fine, you are surely more expert than me in that field, so… I guess you used it even before me." "No. With Yamcha we used condoms." "Oh. What's a condom?" "A plastic device to put on your penis when it's erect to block the sperm.". He winced: "Sounds bad." "No, it's not bad at all, it's super thin, so sex is great all the same and you surely do not make a mess in the end because everything remains in the condom. And it's super effective against illnesses. What do people use in space?" "I heard about a pill that men had to take, but of course I never tried it. No idea how that worked.". She asked him: "But what about illnesses? Isn't it dangerous?" "Well, you didn't use protection for that as well." "Honey, I'm not a fool. I used your blood to run tests when you were knocked out.".
He looked up: "You what?" "Well, as you once told me you never know what you could catch from an alien.". He admitted: "Clever. Hey… Can you stop that pill?". She took a deep breath: "I'll finish the cycle in 4 days and then… if you're sure… we could go without it.".
He buried his face in her belly once more, so his voice came out muffled: "And then you'll get pregnant?" "Maybe. Not immediately… a couple of weeks after that I might be fertile… and very horny for a few days.". He raised his head, interested: "More than usual?" "Yep." "Oh, I like it.".
Bulma giggled, then added: "But every woman is unique and you are an alien, so… things may be different for us. It really depends on a lot of things." "Like what?" "Well, maybe your sperm is stronger than a human's and might survive longer inside of me or I might not ovulate or… I don't know. There are lots of factors.". "You're talking too much.".
Bulma fell silent, with a contented smile on her face, with this weird alien hugging her so wonderfully. She caressed his back softly and promised: "I'll give you all the love you never had, you deserve it.". Vegeta didn't answer, but she felt the hug getting tighter.
I don't care if you're hard to deal with.