The sun had set hours ago, and Bulma was pacing about the chambers. Vegeta still hadn't come in for the night, and she was fiddling with her hands as she thought yet again about what she would say.
Part of her wanted to give him understanding, now that she had a bit of perspective on the normalities of Vegetasai. Part of her was incensed that he would call her such names. And the other part of her was just plain hurt. Self conscious. Questioning herself, and why she cared so much, how he viewed her, and why she had allowed him to bed her.
The door creaked and Bulma paused in her strides. She turned, her gown flowing out around her, and stared intensely. Sure enough, the door slowly opened, and in walked a tired looking Vegeta.
She took a deep breath, waiting for him to say the first word. And he returned the gaze, his eyes on hers as he kicked off his boots.
He moved for the bathroom, and Bulma heard the sink running. He walked back out, and she couldn't stand just how calm his demeanor was. He was acting as if this were any other night. As if the incident about the bikini hadn't occurred earlier. As if everything was simply fine.
"I've been thinking," Vegeta said with a clearing of his throat. His tone was so nonchalant, as he sat back in the recliner and kicked his feet on the ottoman.
"And?" Bulma glared. She moved to the bed and sat on it, waiting to see what he had to say.
"You didn't know any better," He continued. He was holding a pocket knife in his hand, picking at his thumb as he spoke. "I should have asked you what your thought process was. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."
"Vegeta," Bulma sighed. "You called me a filthy whore. You compared me to fecal matter. You-"
"You know you aren't any of those things," He looked up from his thumb. "It was the heat of the moment. Figures of speech."
"Heat of the-" Bulma sucked in a breath of air, replaying Bobble's words in her head yet again. These saiyans just got angry, did whatever their impulses directed, and then moved on like nothing happened. He was talking to her now as if he was explaining what the sun was. It just was the way things were, and that was that. These behaviors were ingrained in saiyan blood, coursing through thousands of years of evolution. So what could she do to change it?
She didn't know, but she wasn't okay with it.
"Look." He said, putting the knife down. "Tomorrow I'll have one of the servants come in and take your measurements. We'll have some proper swimming attire prepared for you."
"There's nothing wrong with my swimsuit." Bulma stood from the bed. "Your problem with it seems to be you."
Vegeta's jaw clenched, but he took a deep breath. "It's extremely inappropriate."
"Not where I come from," She said.
"But it is inappropriate where you are now." Vegeta replied. What she was expressing was almost exactly as Nappa had predicted, and he wanted to put a palm to his face. Damn Nappa for being right.
"So why can't you just tell me that like a reasonable person?" She asked.
"I was pissed-"
"I don't deserve!" She interrupted him. "To be talked to like that!" Furious tears were filling her eyes, and she knew it wasn't just the rage. It was everything that had been swirling her mind all day. But what hurt the most was just how off target he had painted her character. As if he didn't know her at all. "I wasn't trying to wear a sex outfit, as you called it, and I wasn't trying to get attention from anyone!"
"I get that." He said. He was starting to stand from his recliner, his eyes wide as he watched her. She hated it. Hated the way he was looking at her. Hated his tone. Hated the way he was so handsome as he moved, and hr had her stomach exploding with butterflies when she eyed his muscular chest.
"Well, if you know that, why did you say it?!" She shouted. And there she went - those angry tears were finally coming down, and she let herself fall back onto the bed. She didn't want to cry. For him to see her like this. So upset and confused, and in such a state over him. Rendered so ridiculous because of what he thought of her. Wondering if he had been thinking horrible things about sbout her when they'd been intimate before. She dropped her face into her hands and tried to dry her eyes. "You are so cruel."
"Bulma," He said. And his voice was now just beside her. And she felt his hands on her, moving from her shoulders to her back, pulling her in. "I didn't mean it."
"You shouldn't say it, then." She was still feeling indignant, but allowed him to hold her all the same. "Now I don't know how to feel…"
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"About you. And us. And what the hell I am doing here, and what you think of me, and why we're doing any of this!" She gasped. And it was melting over now, boiling over. She couldn't stop even if she tried, and she didn't care to. "I don't know what I am to you, but all I know is you think it's okay to call me degrading names. Both times you've been mad at me you were so quick to jump to that, as if it's always been in your head and you just didn't care anymore to hold it in! Those are the words that come to you when you want to describe me! So why am I here?! Why did I leave my home and my planet when I'm with a man who just thinks of me as something I'm not! Like I'm some kind of deviant, some moral-less, sex hungry, uncaring-"
"Bulma," He said, and it was bizarre how that simple word rendered her speechless. Vegeta pulled away so he could take a good look at her, and she avoided his eyes. Instead she was looking down at her lap defiantly, her fingers clutching her own gown with white knuckles. He was stunned that she actually had these doubts, and moreso that she seemed to care so much of his opinion on her.
And as he watched her, he knew how she felt, because there had been a nagging in the back of his mind. Ever since their wedding day. A small voice constantly reminding him that there had been another man. A question of whether she would have that other man instead, had he not run off.
A chronic wonder of what she thought of him - the prince of all saiyans. If she was afraid of him.
And he saw, as she pulled herself together and rubbed her arms in an act of self comfort, that this really was bothering her. She actually gave a damn of what he thought of her.
She actually gave a damn.
How enticing was that? To know that this beautiful delicate girl was so preoccupied. That she cared enough for his rash words to affect her in the first place. And if she were afraid - if she hadn't wanted to be around him - wouldn't she have just thrown insults back? Wouldn't she have used it as an excuse to let her own feelings out?
Suddenly he understood why she was so upset. She thought that of him. That he was using his anger as an excuse to let her know his true thoughts. That he was constantly brooding, suppressing what he really felt until it reached a tipping point.
"Bulma… Princess…" He looked down to see her hands on her lap, knuckles still as white as ever. And he placed one of his hands on her own, reveling in just how silky her skin always felt. "You're right. I shouldn't have said it."
She finally looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes silently asking 'really?'
And he put his other hand to her cheek, admiring her exquisite features. She continued watching, visibly stunned, and he knew he needed to prove his words. To make her truly believe what he said,..
… Her lips felt so warm when he leaned in to take them with his. Vegeta used his thumb to wipe some of the residual tears from her face, massaging it into her cheek as he worked. Hoping his touch would soothe her. Wanting her to know what he was trying to convey.
He had to fight the urge to smirk when she put her arms around him and leaned into his frame, instead of pushing him away. It only solidified his epiphany that there was something in her that actually desired him. Something pulling her to him, just as he felt himself being drawn so strongly to her.
After all, she was right.
She didn't just give herself to anyone.
There was a need to be on top of her. And Vegeta carefully began to lean her body further back, until she was reclining into the mattress. And he moved his face to her neck, taking in her sweet scent. He slid his tongue across her collar bone as he moved one hand to her leg.
All the while she allowed it, her small fingers grasping his back as she gasped.
"I am quite fond of you," He murmured when he pulled his face from her body. And he saw the smile that lit across her cheeks, so giddy and revealing.
"I'm fond of you, too." She said coyly.. And he loved that about her. No matter who complimented her, or how many she received, she never took them for granted. How many times had he seen her cheeks blush with embarrassed flattery? Too many to count. She had no damned idea just how enchanting she was, and she remained just as unaware as the first evening he'd met her.
"You're beautiful," He whispered, his eyes not leaving hers as he began to slide down her body. "I've always wanted you. To myself. For no other to have."
She giggled shyly, and he felt himself grinning back. Still sliding down her body, planting kisses along her stomach as he went.
"That tickles," She shook her head, the smile still on her face. Her hands reached for his hair, stroking delicately as he worked
Vegeta's fingers were sliding her gown up as he moved. Gently stroking her calf up and down, each upstroke growing higher up the leg. "And you're so smart, too." He emphasized his words, wanting her to have no doubt on their validity.
Her scent was too inviting. When his lips met her lower stomach she tensed and put her hands to his shoulders, and he looked up to her face. She was looking down at him, her breath uneven, eyes wide with trepidation.
"I'll be gentle," He reminded. "I promise you'll like this."
"But…" She breathed self consciously. And before she had a chance to protest anymore, he moved his hand to her panties.
There was moisture already seeping through the fabric, as he pressed his thumb against it, teasing her nether lips. And he knew by the way she jerked in response that she was starting to agree. His thumb moved in circular motions, pressing down ever more against the cloth. And she let out the most delicious gasp as her trembling legs began to open.
'Atta girl.
With this permission he continued, sliding her gown all the way up until her lower half was completely exposed. He was now positioned between her legs, face level with her core. "Do you trust me?" He asked, knowing his breath would be hitting against her flesh.
"Y-Yes," Her moan replied.
He smirked. "You'll like this."
And then his mouth was upon her, his teeth pressing down as he grazed her pussy through the fabric.
Her entire body jerked in response, which he had been expecting. And he pulled back to laugh when she fell back into the bed, her breath coming out in staggers.
"Vegeta!" She nearly screamed. Eyes wide. Not having expected that.
"I told you," He said. "You'll like this."
"Are you sure though?" She breathed. "That you want to-"
And he cut her off as he grunted against her core, suctioning his lips on as much of her as possible. Bulma cried out, her body jerking again, and her hands flew to his head. But she didn't pull him away. She just held him, almost as if for stability, her breasts heaving.
He pushed her panties to the side, allowing direct access for his tongue. And it was so delicious when it slid through her lips, tasting her juices, causing her to spasm even more. Her grip on his hair instantly became tighter, her fingernails curling into his skin. Her body stiffened as she arched her back, incomprehensible words flowing out of her.
He knew the exact spot where she was most sensitive, and as he flicked his tongue across it she cried out. She rocked her hips forward, inviting him to continue as she moaned his name.
Vegeta's eyes moved upwards to see that her head was thrown back, her chest rising and falling with her calls. And when he grazed his teeth against her clit, she really went wild.
Hips rolling as rhythmically as a song, all self consciousness seemed to finally evade Bulma. Vegeta could feel her torso sliding from side to side, her entire body writhing, her moans so desperate that they almost sounded like wails.
"Oh my-!" She gasped, her hands pushing his face deeper into her core. "Ohhmygaaahhh!"
Fuck, she was so sexy. He loved knowing that he could make her come so undone, her body like a sweater as she sank deeper and deeper into the mattress. He loved knowing he could do this to her, make his innocent little minx moan like never before. Showing her things she'd never known in her life. And the way her instinct took over was only sexier.
She was fucking wonderful.
Soon she had stopped moving almost completely, her gasps becoming more and more jagged. She just lay there, her hips rising higher and higher as she pressed herself against his face, and he knew she was close. She held him so frightfully tight.
"Ohgod, ohgohhd !" She breathed. "Ohgod. Ohgod, ohgod!"
"Mmm?" He replied, knowing the vibrations of his voice would only add to her pleasure.
And he was right, for she let out one last " OHH-GOHHD!", her hips slamming against him, her wails echoing off the walls. Vegeta knew that his chambers were soundproofed, but he wasn't sure they could withstand her cries of ecstasy as she came. Her core releasing even more of its sweet honey to exhibit its absolute gratification. Vegeta lapped it up eagerly, his tongue dipping slightly into her hole while she spasmed. And then he pulled his face away, his chin and cheeks delightfully wet.
"That's right," He breathed. "You did so good,"
"Vegeta," She panted, looking down at him as he lay his head on her thigh. "That was… That was…"
"Sexy." He smirked. "Just like you."
Her lower lip moved, as if she wasn't sure he was right with that statement . But he wouldn't give her time to start feeling self conscious. Instead Vegeta slid up her body until they were once again face to face.
And he buried his lips on the skin below her ear, knowing that he was smearing her own juices on her flesh. Bulma's quivering hands went to his biceps as she inhaled, him positioning himself between her legs.
"What do you think?" He breathed. He took one of her hands and guided it to his throbbing member, leading her to buff it up and down.
One gasp blended into another as they both exhaled their approval, and she bit her lower lip.
"What do you think?" Vegeta repeated, and this time he couldn't help the slight choke that it came out as. He was just too aroused, and he urgently needed release. "Do you want me in you? Again? "
She could only gasp with anticipation, but that wasn't what he'd wanted to hear.
"Princess," He breathed again. As painful as it was to hold back, he wasn't going to make love to her unless she agreed. "Do you want this? Want me? Again?"
"Mmm," She moaned, and her hand actually began to guide him to her entrance.
Her hand was guiding him to her entrance!
That act right there showed the confidence she was gaining, proved that she wanted this as bad as he did. He growled greedily as he took her earlobe into his mouth, her body accepting him with incredible moisture.
"Ah!" He groaned. She was still tight, but so much more slick than the time before. Her orgasm had worked wonders. And he couldn't help himself, for impulse gained control.
Vegeta took one of Bulma's legs and hitched it on his hip, allowing himself to angle deeper into her. He moved hungrily, plunging as far inside as he would fit, thrusting as her breasts bounced.
For a split moment she seemed surprised, for her eyebrows raised, but then her face relaxed, and she threw her head back again.
This was too much. Vegeta couldn't believe what he was doing with her , couldn't comprehend just how he managed to find himself so lucky. And the way she cried out and moaned only added to how hot it all was.
She was begging. Begging for relief, again. Desperate for him.
And before he realized what was happening he let out a loud groan, slamming himself against her one last time. He hadn't realized it was coming. But now his face went to the ceiling as he swam through the depths of his orgasm, groaning again and again as his member twitched inside her, releasing in small spurts - over and over. The sensation must have been just what she needed, for a split second later Bulma was gripping him, moaning, her muscles squeezing around his joyful dick as her own orgasm milked him for all it could.
"Oh," He groaned, carefully moving her hitched leg back down to the mattress. And, knowing there was no way to avoid a mess, he gently pulled out while his mouth found her shoulder. He kissed it, taking it in, licking her skin again and again. He moved to her chin, kissing the underside of her jaw, catching his jagged breath.
"V-Vegeta," Her eyes closed, voice quivering as she spoke. Exhausted hands lazily drew circles on his back while she lay in bliss.
He hoped she felt safe under him, in his hold. And she seemed to, a soft smile on her lips as she curled into him.
"I'm sorry," He whispered, making reference to their initial conversation. A hand cupped her cheek and she nuzzled into it, and there was a whole new reason he couldn't breathe as he watched. How could he, when she took his breath away completely?
"I'm sorry," He said again, when she did not reply. "I… care about you a lot."
And then Bulma put her hand on his, and let out a sound of elation. As if these words were what she had been waiting to hear for her entire life. "Vegeta… I care about you, too."
He planted a kiss on her forehead, as he always did. And he rolled over so she could lay her head on his chest, fingers running through her hair as they both fell asleep.