"This is what... like the fifth time this week you've gotten yourself lost! I...I just don't know how much more of this I can take, I mean..." Bulma said in one long worried ongoing sentence.
"Mom!" Trunks butted in, "I didn't get lost, I was just... uh...exploring again! Can I have just..."
Bulma jumped back in, "SON! Don't interrupt your mother when she's speaking to you! You'll wait till I'm done until it's your turn to share your side of the story with your father and me."
Bulma puts her hands on her hips and lets out a long tiring sigh. She lowers her head and slowly starts to sway it from side to side.
From in the kitchen, Vegeta pauses what he was doing. he pokes his chipmunk-like filled face from behind the refrigerator door and looks out into the livingroom.
Silence
He shrugs his shoulders and goes back to scavenging through the chilled grub.
Moments pass by before Bulma looks down at her son, standing there fidgeting with the obi that was tied around his waist.
"Trunks, like I said before, I just don't know how much more I can take of this. It's like a routine for you and Goten now... you didn't learn your lesson first time!"
Bulma ponders, wondering if Chi-Chi was giving her son the same lecture. She then shutters at the thought. "Poor Goten," she whispers.
"Nani mom?" his squeaky little voice questioned.
"Oh nothing," she murmered. Bulma smiled, bent down, cradled her arms around her little boy, and hugged him. She kissed him on the forehead and the knelt before him.
For that brief period of time that had just surrounded them with warmth soon disappeared.
Bulma stood up, "Now listen here young man," she snapped. "This doesn't mean I'm through with you yet!" She brought her hand up and scratched her head in thought. "Until I figure out what kind of punishment you deserce, I'm sending you to your room without any supper tonight!"
"Demo Okaasan...!" Trunks whined.
"You heard me son!"
"Yea ma'mam, momma-chan," Trunks sulks as he slowly walks off to his room getting more and more upset with each step he takes. Once he reaches his room, he steps inside and slams the door shut.
Bulma, too exhausted to even care, raises her hand to her forehead, turns around, walks toward the couch and plops down with a long sigh. Her head still throbbing, she tilts it back and closes her eyes.
Vegeta walks into the living room and leans against the wall to the side of the couch, licking the last morsels of food off his fingertips from the meal he previously had, before tightly crossing his arms. "Grrrrwwll," Vegeta's voice vibrates with a soft yet powerful rumble. "Kuso! Aren't you feisty tonight woman!"
Bulma opened her eyes and looked over at her husband, only to roll her eyes at him and close them once more.
"You two sounded like a bunch of damn complaning monkeys!"
"As far as I know Vegeta, you're the only damn monkey in this room that's complaining!" Bulma said tiredly.
"Ooo, my, my, not so harsh!" He says sarcastically as he makes his way over to the arm of the couch furthest from his wife, snickering in a deep tone. He puts both his hand on the armrest and leans in a little. "Then I guess since you're so moody tonight, you probably wouldn't want me to go ape on you tonight, huh?"
Bulma's eyes shot open in astonishment as she looked into the Saiya-jin's devilishly sly eyes beaming straight at her. "I know your up to something Vegeta, but I'm just not up for it! I'm so worn out and I just want to get some sleep."
"Woman, you know I won't give up, so why don't you just give in." He flashes a wicked smile in her direction then he lifts himself over the arm of the couch and slowly crawls on all fours towards his mate.
Bulma hurriedly springs out from the cushion beneath her bottom and runs to the edge of the couch furthest from Vegeta.
"Ha-Ha! Catch me if you can!" she giggled. Bulma sticks her tongue out at her husband and starts mocking all of his Saiyan abilities on speed.
"Mmm, look at that fine luscious looking piece of ass I see," the Prince growled, trying to lure her into his grasp with admiration of her sexy figure.
As Bulma blushes, Vegeta makes a leap, pouncing for what he had his eyes set on. Again she quickly scampered to the opposite end of Vegeta.
"Shimatta! I missed!" Vegeta pouted childishly as he frowned and gave Bulma a big sad puppy-dog look, while still on all fours on the ground from the prior leap. He hurried back to his feet and chased her in circles around the couch for a couple of more laps; both having a good time and snickering at each other until… "Tomaru!" Vegeta blurted out.
Bulma came to an abrupt halt. "But Veggie-chan," she whimpered, "I was just beginning to have fun, weren't you?!" "Don't you quit this game now, just because the Almighty Prince Vegeta can't catch me!" replied Bulma, unsure of her hubby's attempts. "Don't just stand there Vegeta! Answer me!" she whined some more, "Doozo" as she returned the big sad puppy-dog look on him now.
As she watched him, uncertain of his next move, Vegeta gradually made his way up to her and smiled. Before she could even attempt to dodge away from him, he grabbed a hold of her waist and playfully flung her onto the couch. At her feet, he slowly crept over her, taking his time and breathing deeply, kissing her smooth ivory legs softly with each touch, until he reached her fringed, cut-up shorts with the corners of the back pockets torn to reveal Bulma's silky red lingerie; the Prince's favorite.
"These seem like they would be quite uncomfortable, how about I get rid of them for you."
"Hee-Hee, for you maybe they're a little uncomfortable, but you're just saying that because you're not in them with me," she replied as the words just barely slipped through her hardly cracked open lips, while her body uncontrollably shook from the heated excitement.
Vegeta acknowledged her remark and then began to unbutton her shorts until he felt a warm touch on both sides of he face. He looked up to Bulma as her hands brought his face closer to hers, until their lips met.
Passionately they went at it, kissing for what seemed liked hours on end.
Vegeta broke their lock between each other and breathing hard as the sweat rolled down his tense muscular arms he was propped upon, he stared into Bulma's gleaming eyes seeing his own image in them reflecting back at him, sensing the special bond between them.
The silence grew long until it was interrupted by a sexy impassioned voice, "Do you want me to perform my special Big Bang Attack or how about I show you my impressive Gallet Gun?"
Bulma paused, looking confused.
Vegeta stares back at her and grins evilly as he bites his bottom lip for a moment or two.
Her eyes widen surprisingly as she blushes, "Vegeta!" she whispers, "What about Trunks?"
"Shh," Vegeta sounds as he places his finger over her lips, "Don't worry about it," he whispers back.
Both started to quietly laugh until it soon died down and they continued their burning love filled with stimulating caresses and intense kisses.
Moment's later Vegeta moved slowly down her neck, where he left his trademark of ownership, before sliding down to her chest. Again he began to carefully unbutton another article of clothing on Bulma-chan's quivering body; this time with is teeth.
Now her chest fully exposed and both their bodies hot and swelling as they had become one, he then lay his head upon her breast and closed his eyes, as he listened to her pulsating heart rapidly beating.
The heated make-out soon began to come to an end as the two bodies calmed in movement and in sound.
With Vegeta blanketing his wife, both their bodies supplied enough warmth to last them through the night, or at least what was left of it. And with his last words before the two dozed off, he remarked with a small snicker, "And this is my Final Flash hee-hee."
~(2 B CONTINUED)~
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