Bulma shivers as she felt him leave her for a split second, the magic of his speed allowing him to turn on the water of the bath to an appropriate temperature then to return to her side all in a blink of an eye.<br>She leans against him as he shut the door behind her and then continued to remove her other articles of clothing. She meets his eyes and she pushes forward, latching onto his lips and sucking hungrily at his tongue. Vegeta was a whole new experience for her and she never realized how much she missed such attention till he'd touched her...bonding them. He'd even tasted her blood.<br>Vegeta knew she was a little nervous by the way she trembled upon his touch. He also knew she was excited, not in a perverse way, but more of a "I can't wait" type of excitement. He smiles as he brought his arms around her. He closes his eyes and kisses her once more.<br>Bulma allowed her trembling fingers to roam over the small of Vegeta's damp back. She goes lower, but is stopped short by the edge of the towel that was firmly held around his waist. She touches the towel timidly before resting her hand on Vegeta's firm rump and squeezing the left side of his buttocks. She could feel him tense slightly, the muscles in his butt becoming rock hard and difficult to grip beneath her palm.<br>Vegeta smirks as he scoops Bulma up into his arms.<br>Bulma squeals in alarm as the world around her suddenly went topsy turvy then suddenly she found herself in his arms as he carried her naked form to the bathroom. <br>Vegeta stops in front of the now full jacuzzi sized bathtub and with a shake of his hips he drops his towel, allowing his glory to be seen. He steps into the tub and slowly lowers till he was on his knees, waist deep in water with Bulma still in his arms. He smiles as she looked up at him with flushed cheeks.<br>Bulma couldn't believe that this was the same Vegeta who would never dare touch her a year ago and now she was his mate! Things were going so fast that she was having a hard to believing that this was the very same man who had insulted her with every horrible name a person could think of. She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her chin on his shoulder. "Please don't tell me this is just a dream..."<br>Vegeta slides down further into the water till they were as deep as the tub would allow them. (chest deep) He brings his lips to her ear and whispers, "This is far from being a dream woman. This is reality."<br>Bulma leaned back as Vegeta's arms held her waist and she lowered her head into the water, allowing the hot fluid to soak her teal blue hair.<br>Vegeta pulls Bulma back up and brings her face to his. He grabs the bar of soap and slowly brings it down her back. He massages her back with his other hand, bringing the soap to a fine lather and dipped her into the water and brought her back up. He repeated the process slowly over her whole body as Bulma allowed his hands to roam over areas that had been neglected of love for a long time. The love between them was strong and she stifles a moan as his hand grazed her womanhood once more.<br>Vegeta was getting the desired effect from his "mate" and he was finding delight in her little moans of pleasure as he touched her in a few places he found...inviting for his presence.<br>Bulma brought her hips against Vegeta's and she drapped herself over his shoulders, allowing him to continue his sensual cleansing.<br>Vegeta's desire to take her now was strong, but he had to have patience. Caring for one's mate was always a big rule to the saiyans and he had to abide by that rule, no matter what he felt. It was a custumary ritual that passed between saiyan couples and it always made the bond they shared stronger. Eloping was always the last thing in a ritual and was considered the main prize. The well awaited time for this moment was always worth it and Vegeta knew this, but as every eager male described it "It was a time when one thought he'd go mad in this slow heated passion." He could feel his heart pounding as he ran his fingers through her soapy hair. He gently lowers to the water and when at last he was finished Bulma was nearly as eager as he was. He grins, this woman was no ordinary human. Her love of adventure, bravery, and firey tongue of a saiyan female was what had attracted him to her in the first place. He practically considered her as a saiyan, but the only thing that differed her from his race was her lack of physical power and a tail. Well, he was missing his tail as well, but he'd lost it against his will. He missed his furry appendange, but with no moon what was the point of keeping it anyways? Maybe he'd consider trying to grow it back someday, but for now he was content. For what seemed like eons, their eyes were locked as their hearts pounded beneath their chests. Bulma blinks once and brings her face close to Vegeta's.<br>Vegeta held his breath, finding this closeness familar to his race. What surprised him the most was when he felt her teeth bite down onto his chin. He didn't know that she knew about the saiyan kiss. It symbolized the affection one mate had for the other and all he could do in response was to complete the kiss by biting the tip of her nose as she still kept her bite on his chin. Vegeta decided that he'd ask her about her knowledge of this "kiss" later, but now it was time for the completion of the ritual.<br>Bulma can feel Vegeta pulling her closer to him and she doesn't resist. As she felt him enter her the world seemed a little different to her as she felt his power flow into her. She shudders before falling into the passion of love making. She knew she'd never forget this moment she shared with Vegeta. She was his and now that she knew she was no longer alone, the world seemed a little less frightening.<br><font color=blue>To Be Continued...