Bulma awakens to find Vegeta pressed against her back with his arms held tightly around her waist. His face is snuggled into the hollow of her neck and she could feel his warm breath blowing against her ear. She turns her head a little and still notices his flushed cheeks, she rests her fingertips on his forehead and it still feels hot to the touch. She sighs, "Poor Vegeta..." Her fingers graze his windows peak and she smiles.<br>Vegeta stirs; his eyes half opening.<br>Their eyes meet and for the first time something happens between them, the completion of something that they both had begun to develope.<br>Bulma carefully rolls over till she was facing Vegeta. She could not describe the feeling she had for Vegeta as he laid before her...so vulnerable in his state. She brushes her fingers across his hot face and traces his hard jawline.<br>Even in his weakness, Vegeta pulls her to him and plants a kiss on her lips. They'd completed the bond and now all he had to do...<br>Vegeta's kissing slowly traveled from her lips to her neck where he stops. <br>Before Bulma could react she felt a sharp sting, then felt the tip of his tongue slowly dragging across the wound he'd made on her neck. "V...Vegeta...what did you do?"<br>He does not answer right away until his eyes eyes were locked with hers and he whispers. "I've marked you."<br>"Marked me?"<br>Vegeta nods. "You belong to me and no other man now. I've choosen you."<br>Bulma is silent having the feeling that she should be honored. She rests her palms agaist his face. "Your still burning up you know."<br>"Hai, I know..."<br>"You had me worried last night. I thought the worst when I heard you scream like that."<br>Vegeta sighs, closing his eyes for a moment.<br>"Your still weak Vegeta...you should rest most of the day."<br>"I love you..."<br>Bulma stops dead. "Nani?"<br>"I love you," came Vegeta's reponse as he pulls her to him and kissed her again. This time his kiss was more passionate as his tongue became involved in the matter.<br><font color=blue>~~~~~Later~~~~~</font><br>Bulma steps out of the shower, remembering the kiss and what Vegeta told her. She smiles as her heart soared. Was her search finally over? Had she finally found the one she'd been looking for? Vegeta may be an ass at times but he certainly knew how to capture her heart. She looks at the small bite wound on her neck. "I'm his now." She smiles wider this time as she dries her hair and begins dressing herself.<br>She walks out of the bathroom to find Vegeta laying on his stomach, sprawled out beneath the covers as he slept off his illness. She knew he'd be up and running by tomarrow, but today he'd be mostly sleeping. She guesses that he'd be wanting a whole lot of soup so she walks off to the kitchen, occasionally peering out the window at the heavy snow that fell from the grey sky.<br><font color=blue>~~~~~Dream World~~~~~</font><br>Vegeta finds himself fighting the corpses again but this time he wasn't sickened by their appearances and he holds his breath against the smell. He climbs up, knowing that she was there. If he got there then he'd forever be in her light and no longer in the dark...alone. Suddenly, his hopes soar upon thinking of this eternal protection and his strength doubles. His ki surrounds him and he bursts out of the heap of corpses like a bullet. He flies up to that light and finally...he is enveloped in warmth. He sees her standing before him, once again her arms are open to him and this time he runs into them and kisses her deeply. He holds her tightly to him, telling her he'd never let go. He'd forever be her loyal saiya-jin mate. He closes his eyes as he rests his head on her shoulder. He was finally at peace.<br>"Vegeta..."<br>"Hmmm?"<br>"Oh Vegeta..."<br><font color=blue>~~~~~End Of Dream World~~~~~</font><br>"Come on Vegeta..."<br>Vegeta stirs, a delicious aroma wavered before his nose, drawing him out of sleep. He opens his eyes while sniffing the air lightly. He finds Bulma standing at the side of the bed with a large bowl of soup on a tray that she held.<br>Bulma smiles. "Awww you look so cute...half buried in covers and your cheeks flushed like that. Tee-Hee."<br>Vegeta smiles weakly, finding this "cute" phrase slightly amuzing. He sits up, eager to eat.<br>Bulma feels his forehead and it was still hot, but she knew that he'd most definitely be better by tomarrow. She lays the tray in his lap and hands him the spoon, knowing that he was fully capable of feeding himself.<br>Vegeta takes the spoon and in a matter of minutes he had emptied the bowl and Bulma returned to the kitchen for several helpings more till finally, Vegeta was full and content.<br>Bulma laughs at how comfortable Vegeta looked beneath those covers, his belly full of hot soup and his fever slowly dieing. She almost has the urge to climb into bed with him and just rest in his arms, but she had work to do. She takes one last glance at his sleeping form before walking off to her lab to work on several of her projects.<br><font color=blue>~~~~~Later~~~~~</font><br>Vegeta swings his legs over the side of the bed with a grunt. He felt fit as a fiddle now, his fever gone. He streaches and yawns then realizes that he is still in his boxers. He smirks and looks behind him. He was in need of a shower because after having dreams like he'd had anybody would want to feel cleaner.<br>Vegeta walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.<br>Bulma sighs, rubbing a little oil from her cheek only finding out that she'd smeared it even more. "Grrr...I'm all covered in oil. Well, I was working under a hover car most of the day. Boy, I never knew how much bad shape that thing was in till I got my hands on it. I need a shower." She walks off to her bedroom and she stops at her doorway to find the covers of her bed tossed aside and it no longer occupied. She turns her head and smiles upon hearing the sound of a shower running. <i>He must be better now. Man, if I could heal as fast as a saiyan could, then I wouldn't have to worry about hurting myself when I'm working on things.</i><br>Suddenly, the door opens and Vegeta walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He smirks as Bulma looked away, blushing fiercely.<br>"Hmmph, do you not see anything you like?"<br>Bulma turns back around to see Vegeta looking at her and still standing with that towel around his waist as water dripped from his...oi, did he have a good body or what? HELL YEAH! Her heart beats a little faster. He was short and stood at her height, but he was compact. She'd never seen a body so perfect... Oooo she just wanted to take her hands and run them over his...  "Heee eee," Bulma giggles upon realizing the dirty thoughts she was having. <i>I'm turning into a hentai!.</i><br>Vegeta walks up to her, his eyes level with hers.<br>Bulma steps forward a little, their noses touching.<br>Vegeta whipes at the oil on her face. He kisses her gently on the lips. "Your dirty...perhaps....I can remedy that. I owe you for helping me last night..."<br>Bulma's heart pounds in her chest as she found herself unbuttoning her long sleeve shirt and allowing it to slide down her shoulders, exposing her bra.<br>Vegeta kisses her neck, sucking on the wound he'd given her that morning. He pulls back, leaving a small hickey surrounding the wound. He wanted people to know that she now belonged to him and only him.<font color=blue>To Be Continued...