In the darkness Bulma fell, her body bouncing slightly as it came into contact with the mattress. On top of her was Vegeta, and she could feel his hands working through her hair. His tongue found entrance to her mouth and it rolled circles around her own. The action was so slow and careful, as if he was worried it would be unpleasant for her. She appreciated his gentleness as his hands moved down her cheeks and to her shoulders. And they moved so knowingly that Bulma wondered if he could see her through the dark, to know exactly where any body part he was looking for was.

Vegeta's knuckles were brushing against her collar bone now, and he gently pulled his mouth from hers to nuzzle his face into her neck.

It was such a pleasant sensation, such a warm and addictive feeling. Nearly overwhelming, Bulma felt as if she might implode unless she did something drastic to release the tension building within.

"Do you want to know me as a wife would?" He breathed in her ear, sending shivers down Bulma's spine.

"Yes," She gasped, her head falling back as his lips ran lines up and down her neck. "Oh, oh Vegeta…"

He rolled off of her, taking her hand into his own without having to search for it. How did he do it so naturally?

He placed her hand on his chest, and Bulma realized he had somehow removed his top without her noticing. His skin felt so smooth yet textured, her fingertips identifying scar tissue as she grazed.

"Touch me," Vegeta's voice was so husky.

Hesitantly Bulma placed both palms on his chest. "Can I?" She whispered. "Get on top?"

In a flash he had both hands on her hips, gently settling her on his lower stomach, and she sat upright on him. She leaned forward, letting her palms slide from his navel to his shoulders, taking in every bump, every crevice, every hair and every scar. She wondered what he looked like, what she would see if the light were still on. Would he be gazing up at her? Or would his eyes be closed with the same euphoria she had when he touched her?

And yet she loved that the light was out. She felt less shy in the dark, for she couldn't be seen. There was security in the darkness. Safety in it.

Her fingers moved upwards, and she felt the definition of his chin, and way it expanded outward to his jaw as she explored further. One of her hands drifted across, brushing upon his lower lip.

And he opened his mouth to take her finger inside, giving it an affectionate nibble before setting it loose. Bulma felt her cheeks redden, even in the anonymity of the dark. That single action made her breath catch, and she leaned forward to find his lips with her own.

It was so assuring when he kissed back, and she liked that she could depend on his enthusiasm. His tongue slid across her lower lip before he took it into his mouth and suckled, making Bulma's eyelids quiver as she pressed them shut.

Carefully he rolled to set her on his side, and she felt his hand again. Placing her own on his chest, and slowly guiding it downwards. The nubs of his nipples, the lines of definition upon his abs. The dip of his navel. And then she felt fabric, and she knew it was the top of his pants.

"Do you still want to touch me?" He sighed, pressing his hand into that cloth.

"I…" Bulma breathed. Her heart was pounding, and she could hear it in her ears. That pulsing, rhythmic, haunting ballad. Was she really going to do this? There would be no turning back once it began. She would, for the rest of time, never be able to say again that she hadn't done it before.

"You don't have to," Vegeta's voice was husky - so wonderfully low - and there was something else in it. He almost sounded disappointed, but at the same time resolved. As if he had been expecting such a hesitation from her, as if he'd known all along.

"I want to," She whispered back. "I'm just nervous-"

"There's nothing to be nervous about," He whispered, his hands stroking her hairline. "I will not hold any judgement on you, regardless of your decision."

Her fingers dipped below the band, and she was met with wiry hairs. "I won't know what to do," She breathed. "I don't know-"

"It's alright," Vegeta exhaled, his hand pressing hers into the skin of his lower navel.

She was amazed by the feel of it. There were short wiry hairs that her hand was nuzzling, but somehow that was all she felt. Curious, she slid her hand further down, and she heard Vegeta take in a sharp breath.

Then, she realized her fingertips had come into contact with something. Something much more firm, yet the flesh was the softest she'd felt on his body. Her eyes widened in the darkness, and his fingers caressed the top of her hand. "It's alright," He repeated, though this time his voice sounded much more strained.

"You sure?" She whispered, and Vegeta let out a breathless laugh. He took her hand and adjusted, guiding her to wrap her fingers around his membef. "Like this,"

"Oh." Bulma gasped, her fingers tightening as she studied it with her palm. "Oh wow ,"

"You okay?" He still had a laugh in his voice.

Bulma nodded shyly, and then remembered they were laying in the dark.

"Yeah," She licked her lips. Her mouth was so dry. "Just… Do I… like this?" Unsure, she tightened her grip, causing a deep sound to come from the back of Vegeta's throat. She noticed the way her body fluttered at hearing it, and her heart rate began to increase.

His hand went over hers again. And slowly he guided hers up the length of his member, and then easing it back down. Bulma heard his breath catch, and he guided her through the motion once more.

On the third time he let go, allowing her to assume the action on her own. Listening to his deep sighs, she repeated what he had shown her. And again. And again.

She wanted to ask if it was okay. If what she was doing was right. But she heard the way his breath hitched, and felt the way his body shook, and she knew he was encouraging her to continue.

And so she did, and she felt his hips buckle underneath. This was kind of fun, she thought, being able to control his body with the jerk of her wrist. And the way he loosely wrapped his hands around her was so alluring, The way his mouth found hers, and he slowly nibbed her lower lip.

It only made her feel even more pent up. The farther they progressed, the more urgent she felt to do something. Anything. She was squeezing her legs together to alleviate some of the pressure building in her lower stomach, and the sensation was so similar to how she felt when waking up after a dream of Vegeta's kiss. But this was worse. It was much more intense, and the manner in which Vegeta ran his hands up and down her back only added to it.

"You're good at this," He breathed. Bulma smiled to herself. Her arm was starting to grow a little tired from the repetitive motion, but he put his hand over hers and guided her through the action again. This time he increased in speed, and he let out a groan when she obliged.

"Oh," Bulma panted. She didn't know what else to do when he sounded so pleased. And she continued the pace of her pumps when he took his hand off again, and his fingers moved to her shoulder.

"Shit," He breathed. His hips began to twitch even more sporadically under her hand, and Bulma couldn't help the involuntary moan that escaped her lips. It was just too much to take - the sounds he made, the feel of his touch, the swaying of his body. "Shit," He responded. "Oh, Princess, fuck!"

This was the first time she was hearing this kind of language from him, and she increased her pace even more at the encouragement. And he let out a loud groan, and his breaths grew even more persistent. "Princess,"

"Vegeta," Bulma closed her eyes. "I can't… Anymore… I feel so…"

"Are you turned on?" He breathed.

"Yes, I-"

"Oh fuck ." His hand moved over hers again, this time slowing her pace down. The rhythm became much more intentional, as he showed her to press her palm into his member on the downstroke. "Fuck. That's so hot!"

His head had been pressed against hers, so she felt when he turned it to the other side. "Shit. You like the way that feels? You like being turned on?"

Bulma couldn't reply, the heat too prominent in her cheeks. But it seemed she didn't need to, for he continued bucking against her hand and cursing to himself.

And then, all too suddenly, he pulled her hand away. He let out one loud groan, and she felt him pull his bottoms up over himself. Curious, she placed her hand to where his member would be, and the fabric on it felt rather warm wet. He was gasping, his hips continuing to move as if her hands were still stroking.

"Oh fuck. Fuuck!" He groaned, and his voice was rising so much that Bulma wondered if anyone in the hall would be able to hear. He let out one last groan, and his hip bucks began to slow.

And then, before long, he was still. The only sound his hollow breaths.

"Was that-?" Bulma wanted to ask, but realized she didn't know what exactly to say.

Vegeta replied by kissing her, and his hands went to her hair once again. His tongue found hers and he showed her how to make them both dance, causing her to put her hands to the back of his head and hold him tight. He suckled her bottom lip before dipping his tongue back into her mouth, and Bulma was squeezing her legs even more tightly together at the sensation between them.

"I will be back," He whispered when he broke the kiss. "I still need to clean up, especially after that."

"Did I-? Was it alright?"

He kissed her forehead. "It was better than alright. I'll be back."

And then he was off for the bathroom. Bulma listened as the shower started, and she rolled over into the blankets. Memories of what had just happened replayed in her mind, and the way he'd kissed her as soon as it ended.

It was so wonderful.

She smiled, her eyelids slowly shutting. She could still feel his hands running through her hair. Could still hear his moans in her ears. Could still feel his member pulsating into her palm.

And the last thought she had before falling asleep, as she listened to him step in the shower, was that he was hers.