If I Could Change You - Written by PhantomScribe72
Bulma sat alone in the dark on the living room couch, wrapped only in a white sheet. She was just too tired, both physically and emotionally to walk upstairs. She couldn’t believe what had happened out in the gravity room. She couldn’t believe that she’d been stupid enough to let him overhear her make such a degrading comment about him. Vegeta always tried to act like it didn’t bother him when she said those kind of things, but she knew him well enough to know that his ego was easily bruised. She wished he would have just come to her and told her what he’d heard. Instead, he’d decided to romance her... out of guilt. She couldn’t deal with that. Yes, he’d given her what she wanted... but for all the wrong reasons.
Bulma flinched and covered her eyes when the light was switched on. She cringed and wrapped the sheet tightly around her, making sure everything important was covered as she watched the kids file in the front door. They were laughing and talking about the circus, when Trunks suddenly looked up and saw his mother sitting on the couch. He stopped dead in his tracks, causing Goten to run right into him.
“Shit,” Trunks muttered when he saw his mother’s tear-streaked eyes. “Guess things didn’t work out the way Dad planned.”
Bulma just sat and looked at him silently. She was too embarrassed to say anything.
“OK, guys,” Trunks said to everyone, “you go on upstairs. I’ll be up with food in a minute.”
“But I want to tell Mommy all about the circus!” Bra whined.
Marron reached down and lifted the little girl up in her arms. “You can tell her in the morning, honey. Let’s just go upstairs and find a movie to watch, OK?”
“OK,” Bra said, chewing on her lower lip. “Can it be a scary movie?”
“Sure honey, let’s just go.”
Trunks watched the group until they disappeared up the stair. Then he turned to look at his mother. “What happened?”
“Your father,” she started slowly, “only did all of that because he heard me say hat I wanted to be romanced.”
“So?” Trunks asked, sitting down on the couch beside her.
“Trunks, I know this is difficult for you to understand, but I want him to romance me because he wants to...not because he overheard something I never meant for him to hear.”
“Uh, huh,” Trunks said, shaking his head. “Mom, you know that’s never going to happen. Dad’s just not the romantic type.”
“I know that,” she snapped. “That’s why it makes it so much worse that he would do this. He doesn’t want to and he only did it out of guilt.”
“You know, you’re right,” Trunks said looking at her closely. “I can’t blame you for being mad. I mean, what a jackass. Going through all that trouble. Finding the right dress for you, ordering all that food and all those flowers, forcing me to help him. All for something he didn’t want to do, all just because he thought it’d make you happy. You know, I think we ought to go out there and kick his ass.”
“Trunks!” Bulma said sharply. “He isn’t that bad. I mean, he only did it because he wants me to be happy...” Bulma stopped when she heard her own words. She moaned loudly and buried her face in her hands. “I’m such a moron.”
“Yeah,” Trunks said, getting up off the couch. “But admitting you have a problem is the first step to getting help.”
Bulma stood up and hugged her son. “Thank you so much,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome,” he sighed as he watched her practically skip out the door. He sighed heavily and turned toward the stairs. “Sometimes I wonder who is the parent and who is the child.”
***
Vegeta heard the door open. He was sitting in a chair at the table, staring out into space.
“Vegeta?” he heard the woman’s voice call his name hesitantly.
“What do you want?” he asked, refusing to turn around and look at her.
“I... I want to apologize.” She whispered. “I’m so sorry I acted like such a ...”
“Crazy bitch?” Vegeta finished for her.
“Yes,” she sighed, making her way over to his chair. She stood in front of him. “Vegeta, please look at me,” she pleaded.
Vegeta slowly raised his eyes to meet her gaze. “Well?” he asked shortly when she remained silent.
“I know you went through a lot of trouble to get all of this ready for me. I’m sorry that I didn’t appreciate it. I guess I was just so shocked when I heard you repeat my words back to me. I was shocked at how hurtful and horrible it sounded.” Bulma sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around him. “Vegeta, I love you with all my heart and soul. I love you for what you are. It’s true that I miss having romance in my life, but what you give me is so much more important than that.”
Vegeta studied her face closely. Bulma wanted so desperately for him to tell her that he understood what she was trying to say, but he remained silent. “Please, Vegeta,” she whispered in fear. She was terrified that he was still angry. Then she saw the corners of his mouth turn up in a knowing grin. He bent his head and captured her lips in a sweet, tender kiss.
“You’re an awful lot of trouble, Woman,” he whispered against her lips. He reached down and parted the sheet that was wrapped around her and gazed lustfully at her breasts. “But I guess you’re worth it.”
He stood up and carried her to the pile of blankets on the floor. He laid her down gently and crawled on top of her. He kissed her passionately as his hands explored her body. “Don’t tease me tonight, Vegeta,” she pleaded. “I need you too badly.”
Vegeta chuckled at her plea. “I think,” he said as he bent to take her nipple into his mouth, “that after all the trouble you’ve caused me today, you deserve a little teasing.”
Bulma moaned as he devoured her breasts with his mouth. He reached over to grab the bottle of wine that he had placed beside the blankets earlier in the evening. Bulma gasped in shock as she felt the cold liquid spill over her breast. Vegeta used his tongue to lap up the sweet liquid, making Bulma mindless with pleasure. He poured more wine over her stomach. Bulma ran her fingers restlessly through his hair as he licked it up. She cried out in ecstasy when she felt him spread her legs and pour the wine over her womanhood. She screamed his name as he licked her most sensitive flesh, lapping up the wine. He sucked and licked at her until she was arching off the floor in need. He pushed two of his fingers into her, moving them around slowly until he found the center of her pleasure. She panted his name over and over again as he fingered her. He laughed lowly as his teeth found her clit and nipped at it lightly. He ran his tongue up and down the length of her clit several times before finally pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it deeply. Bulma came in a gush inside of his mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs. Vegeta licked up all of her juices before moving back up her body and kissing her hungrily. “Tell me Woman,” he said lowly as he ground his pulsing member against her, “which tastes sweeter... the wine or you?”
Bulma moaned and pushed her hips up against him, trying to force him to enter her. Vegeta pulled back slightly, denying her wish. “The wine was incredibly sweet and sticky,” he said as he spread her legs and pulled then up around his neck, “but there’s nothing I’ve ever tasted that is as sweet or as sticky as your cum.”
Bulma sighed in fulfillment as he finally entered her with one swift stroke. He thrust into her lightly and slowly, enjoying the sound of her begging him to go deeper and faster. He pushed his hand between their bodies and toyed mercilessly with her clit until he felt her body stiffen with orgasm. When she started to quiver around him, he began thrusting wildly in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm for an incredibly long time. She screamed his name until her voice was so hoarse that it was only a whisper. When he finally released his seed into her, she was still shaking from the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.
Vegeta rolled over onto his back, pulling her along with him to lay on his chest. He didn’t pull out of her. He remained buried deep within her as he stroked her hair lightly.
“Great Dende,” she said when her breathing had finally slowed enough to allow her to talk. “I came so much, I thought I was going to pass out.”
Vegeta laughed at her words and kissed her lightly on her forehead. “It was good for me too.”
Bulma watched as his eyes drifted shut. She kissed him lightly on the nose. “Vegeta?” she asked, shaking him awake.
“What?” he asked in an annoyed tone.
“If I could change one thing about you, do you know what it would be?”
Vegeta opened his eyes to give her an angry glare. “What?”
Bulma squeezed herself around him and pressed her lips close to his. “Nothing.”
Vegeta smiled and returned her passionate kiss. Bulma smirked when she felt him harden with in her.
“Good,” he muttered as he rolled over and began to pleasure her all over again.
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