One - Written by PhantomScribe72
Bulma took a deep breath. Blowing up all these balloons was going to be harder than she thought. She sighed and picked up another one. Today's was Trunk's eighth birthday and she was determined to get all of them blown up before the party started. She supposed she could ask Vegeta to help her, she thought with a smile. She would love to see the look on his face when she did.
Bulma heard the front door slam. Trunks stalked angrily into the room and flopped down onto the couch beside her.
“Your father let you out of the gravity room already?” she asked with surprise.
“I escaped,” he said rolling his eyes.
Bulma laughed and patted her son on the shoulder. “He just wants you to be ready for the tournament.”
“Yeah?” Trunks said with doubt, “I think he's trying to kill me.”
“Trunks!” Bulma said sternly. “That's a terrible thing to say about your father!”
Trunks rolled his eyes. “Sorry Mom. It's just that he can be such a jerk sometimes.”
Bulma sat back and studied her son closely. “Did I ever tell you your father was a prince?”
Trunks looked at her skeptically. “No.”
“It's true,” Bulma replied. “He was the prince of all Saiyans. I guess he still is but there are not so many of you around anymore.”
“What happened?” Trunks asked curiously.
“A very mean and powerful creature destroyed your father's home world and forced him into slavery.”
“How could anyone force Dad into doing anything?” Trunks asked.
“Believe it or not,” Bulma answered, “he was much more powerful than your father. Vegeta spent his entire life trying to get strong enough to punish him for destroying the Saiyan planet and people.”
“So,” Trunks prodded impatiently, “Dad finally got strong enough and kicked his butt, right?”
“Well,” Bulma sighed, “the defeat of Freeza is a story I will tell you another time. My point is that your father is royalty. He is the strongest and most honorable warrior on this planet.”
“Mom, that's so cool!” Trunks gushed, obviously impressed. “But I still don't want to train anymore today.”
“GET BACK HERE BOY!” Vegeta roared from the front lawn.
“I'm outta here!” Trunks said jumping off the couch. “See if you can't convince him to let me off the hook for the rest of the day.”
“And just how am I supposed to do that?” she asked through her laughter.
“I have great faith in your ability to distract him!” Trunks yelled.
Bulma laughed as she watched trunks scurry up the stairs.
“Alright,” Vegeta said from the doorway. “Where is he?”
“Oh, come on,” Bulma sighed, “it's his birthday.”
“So?” Vegeta smirked, “I guess you think I should go easy on him today.”
“Well,” she said, raising an eyebrow, “what would it hurt?”
“I'll tell you what it would hurt,” Vegeta snapped, “if I let him skip today, he'll think it's OK to skip whenever he wants. Before you know it, he'll be running around dressed in a ridiculous outfit and trying to save the planet with half developed skills like Kakarrott's brat!”
“Watch it,” Bulma said warningly. “I made that so-called ridiculous outfit for Gohan.”
“I wouldn't tell anyone,” Vegeta said sarcastically.
Bulma screamed and threw a handful of balloons at his head. He batted them aside with ease and leapt to the couch, crushing her body beneath him. “Careful, Woman,” Vegeta warned huskily, “you might make me angry.”
“Oooh, I'm so scared,” she whispered nibbling on his ear.
“You should be,” he whispered, slipping his hand under her t-shirt.
“Vegeta...” she moaned, “I have to finish blowing up these balloons...”
“I'll blow up the damn balloons,” he said trailing kisses along her neck.
“Mmmm,” Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck, “Trunks did ask me to distract you.”
Vegeta laughed, “Well, you are definitely distracting.”
He yanked the t-shirt over her head and unsnapped her bra. He bent his head and caressed her nipples with his tongue. “But,” he murmured against her breast, “I can be awfully difficult to distract.”
“Really?” Bulma asked huskily. “We'll just see about that.”
Vegeta rolled over so that Bulma was on top of him. She bent her head and nibbled on his nipples. She kissed and licked her way down his chest until she reached the waistband of his sweat pants. She untied the string and Vegeta lifted his hips so that she could slide the pants and his boxers down out of her way. She fondled his balls with her bands, raking her nails across the sacs until she had him moaning beneath her.
“Distracted yet?” she asked as her tongue licked at first one ball and then the other.
“Not yet,” Vegeta managed to respond.
“Hmmm,” Bulma whispered as her tongue ran across the tip of his shaft. “I guess I'll just have to try harder then.”
Vegeta groaned in pure pleasure as she took him slowly into her mouth. He was amazed at how expertly she could blow him now. When they had first gotten together, she had been inexperienced and somewhat clumsy. But over the years he had taught her exactly how to drive him mad. And she had been an excellent student. She began sucking harder, and all rational thought flew from his brain. She continued to stroke his balls with her nails as she blew him. The combination was driving him insane with pleasure.
Bulma lifted her head when she tasted the unmistakable salt of Vegeta' pre-cum. She smiled in triumph when Vegeta groaned in protest.
“Now, now,” she admonished. “I can't let you finish until I have some fun too.”
She wriggled out of her shorts and placed herself directly on top of him. She rubbed her pussy against his cock teasingly. She repeated the motion until Vegeta was thrashing wildly beneath her.
“Now, Woman,” he demanded.
Bulma laughed and placed the tip of his shaft into her opening. “Vegeta...” she moaned as she slowly sank down onto him, “consider yourself properly distracted.”
She rode him slowly. He let her control the pace of the lovemaking as he laid back and played with her breasts. Their grunts and moans filled the room as they strained toward release. When Vegeta couldn't hold himself back any longer, he brought his hand down to stoke her clit roughly, forcing her over the edge with him.
When he was able to breathe normally again, he gently lifted her off of him and stood up. He pulled his pants back on then gently helped her back into her own clothes. “Well,” he said with amusement, “I have to admit...that was definitely distracting.”
Bulma laughed and stood up. “Yeah,” she said, “but now I have cum running down my legs so I need to go take a shower.”
“Want some company?” Vegeta asked.
“Oh, don't temp me,” she said with regret. “You need to blow up these balloons so they'll be ready when the guests arrive.”
“Yeah,” he said, kissing her lips softly. “I guess you've done enough blowing for one day.”
Bulma slapped at his chest playfully. “Besides, there's going to be a lot of people her today. You probably need time to morph into full asshole mode before they start arriving.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I don't see why I even have to be here...”
“Don't you even think about it!” Bulma said sternly, “It will break that little boy's heart if his father doesn't show up for his birthday party.”
“Oh, all right,” Vegeta gave in. “I'll be here...but I will be in full asshole mode.”
Bulma smiled and kissed him slowly. “I wouldn't have it any other way.”
Bulma sat at the dressing table, running a brush through her hair roughly. She was really pissed off. She had spent the last forty minutes calming Trunks down after his father had called him a wimp. Apparently, they had some sort of disagreement over when to quit training for the day. Trunks had been exhausted. Vegeta continued to push the little boy until he had finally collapsed, begging his father for mercy. She sighed angrily and decided that when Vegeta finally decided to come in for the night, she was going to tell him in no uncertain terms what an asshole she thought he was.
“You'd better go easy with that brush,” a deep voice said from behind her. “You're going to pull out what's left of your hair.”
Bulma met his eyes in the mirror. She could tell he knew how angry she was with him. She could see it in his smirk.
“It's not my hair I'd like to pull out!” she snapped angrily.
Vegeta tried unsuccessfully to suppress a chuckle. “You really ought to stop treating him as if he were still a baby.”
“Oh yeah?” she spat. “Well, you ought to stop treating him like he's cold blooded, soulless machine like his father.”
Bulma's hand flew up and covered her mouth. She couldn't believe that she'd said that. “Vegeta...” she said breathlessly, “you know I didn't mean that.”
Vegeta narrowed his eyes dangerously. “You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it.”
“No,” Bulma was practically sobbing. “I'm just mad. I swear I didn't mean it.”
“Calm down,” he ordered firmly. “It doesn't matter.”
Bulma walked up to him and hesitantly wrapped her arms around him. “It does matter. It would break my heart if you really thought I felt that way about you.”
Vegeta stood motionless in her arms for a moment before bending his head and claiming her mouth in a gentle kiss. “You worry too much,” he whispered into her mouth. “I can be a heartless machine sometimes. It's your job to bring me back.”
Bulma smiled and pressed her body closely to his. “I love you, Vegeta.”
Vegeta moved her away from him and walked over to the window. “I did work him hard today. The tournament is less than a week away. I want him to be ready.”
“He will be ready,” Bulma sighed. “But you have to start cutting him a little slack. I know he's the heir to the Saiyan throne. But he's also half-human. And he's still a little boy.”
“It was his decision to compete,” Vegeta replied. “I never forced him. I know that you think that I'm relentless, but I'm not. I do not push him past what he is capable of.”
“I know, Vegeta,” she sighed, “but you need to understand that even though training is very important to Trunks, there are other things that are important to him too. He needs time to play...to be a regular little boy. He needs to have fun. Sometimes having fun is going to be more important to him than his training.”
“I guess it bothers me that winning is not the most important thing to him,” Vegeta said thoughtfully. “He wants to win, but he's not willing to sacrifice for it.”
“Vegeta,” she said softly, “if you'll be honest with yourself, I don't think that winning's the most important thing to you anymore either. Is it?”
“Winning is always the most important thing to a warrior,” he said evenly.
Bulma sighed and threw her hands up in defeat. This was one argument she knew she would never win.
“If it will make you happy,” Vegeta said lowly, “I'll take it easy on him a while.”
“It's not about making me happy,” she said with exasperation. “It's about a little boy who needs to know that his father loves him.”
“So that's what this is really about?” Vegeta said angrily. “After all the arguments, all the promises, you still have doubts about me.”
Bulma's head snapped up in surprise. “I didn't say that,” she muttered.
“Yes you did, in so many words,” he replied icily. “Let's get one thing straight right now. My relationship with my son has nothing to do with my relationship with you. I will not allow you to use him against me in your crusade to turn me into a drooling lap dog.”
“Vegeta, what are you talking about?” Bulma asked in shock.
“You know perfectly well what I'm talking about,” he snarled, turning on his heels and heading toward the door. “If you'd bother to talk to Trunks, you'd discover that he has no doubts about my devotion to him.”
“Please, Vegeta,” Bulma begged, “don't leave. We need to finish this.”
“It is finished,” he ground out, just before slamming the door.
“Trunks, that is truly gross!” Bulma gasped disapprovingly. She watched in fascinated horror as a man on the television tried to swallow a cock roach whole.
“Aw, Mom,” Trunks said rolling his eyes, “it's cool.”
Bulma was sitting on the couch, flipping through a technical manual. Trunks was glued in front of the TV.
“I'm hate to say this, but I agree with your mother,” Vegeta said from the door.
Bulma looked up in surprise. Vegeta had been avoiding her for the last few days. She had barely laid eyes on him since their argument over Trunks. She quickly jerked her gaze back to the book, not wanting him to see the desperate need in her eyes.
“Oh, for Dende's sake,” Trunks huffed, “it's just a TV show.”
“That mess is going to rot your brain,” Vegeta said, ruffling his son's hair.
Trunks laughed and jerked his head away from his father's hand. “Are we going to train some more today?”
“No,” Vegeta said, sitting down beside of Bulma on the couch. “The tournament's tomorrow. You need to be well rested. Besides, if you're not ready by now, you never will be.”
“Oh, I'm ready,” Trunks said proudly. “You just wait and see.”
“I have no doubt,” Vegeta said with a smirk. Trunks smiled and turned his attention back to the TV. Vegeta turned his attention to the woman sitting on the couch beside him.
“That looks like some heavy reading,” he said casually, pointing at the manual.
“Yes,” she said quietly, “it is. Unfortunately, I'm having trouble concentrating on it. My mind is on other things.”
“Really?” Vegeta asked. His hand reached up to absently brush back a stay lock of her short hair.
“Yes,” she sighed. He continued to stroke her hair, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything. “You don't like my hair short like this, do you?”
Vegeta considered her question for a moment. “I like it fine,” he finally said. Then he dropped his head and whispered so that only she could hear, “I think it's sexy as hell.”
Butterflies formed in the pit of her stomach at his words. “But,” he said with extreme arrogance, “you should have asked me before you cut it.”
“And I suppose you would check with me before you cut your hair?” she asked in disbelief.
“Actually,” he said with a smirk, “yes I would.”
Bulma couldn't help but laugh. “Listen, if you ever decide to cut that hair, don't bother to check with me. I'm giving you my permission in advance.”
Vegeta joined her laughter. He bent his head and kissed her mouth softly.
“OK,” Trunks said from the other side of the room, “now you two are grossing me out. If you're going to get all huggy-kissy, at least go in the other room.”
Vegeta couldn't keep the grin out of his expression as he bent to whisper in her ear once again. “Truce?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” Bulma sighed.
“Good, I'll see you later,” he said standing up and leaving the room. “And boy,” he added with an afterthought, “if I catch you shoving cock roaches down your throat, I'll blast the TV into oblivion.”
Trunks and Bulma stared at each other for a minute, then burst out laughing.
Bulma stood out on the balcony, staring at the moonless sky. She felt better than she had in days. She was so happy that she had finally been able to make up with Vegeta. She had missed him terribly and she was really looking forward to having him back in her bed tonight.
Suddenly, she felt two strong arms slide around her waist and pull her up against a rock had chest. She smiled as Vegeta bent his head to nibble at her neck.
“You're certainly in a good mood tonight,” she sighed.
Vegeta chuckled. “Yes I am. So don't do anything to screw it up.”
Bulma rolled her eyes and turned around in his arms. “Let's go to bed,” she whispered seductively.
“No,” Vegeta said, stepping out of her embrace. “Not yet.”
“Why not?” she asked testily. He hadn't made love to her in several nights and she was aching for his touch.
Vegeta turned away from her and walked back into the bedroom. “Woman, do you remember all those years ago when I explained the Saiyan bonds to you?”
“Yes,” Bulma said.
“Have you ever wondered why we have not completed our bonds?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked with confusion.
“We have the mental bond. We most definitely have the physical bond. We do not, however have a spiritual bond.”
“But I remember you saying that the spiritual bonds takes many years to develop.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “I did say that. But we achieved the other two bonds at what must have been a record pace. Our spiritual bond has not even begun to form yet.”
“Why,” she asked slowly, “why do you think that is?”
“It is because I have never marked you as my mate.”
“What?” Bulma was really confused now.
“Saiyans mark their mates by biting them on the neck. It is largely a symbolic gesture, much like your wedding ring. However, it also plays a part in the completion of the bonding rituals. We will never be spiritually bonded unless I mark you.”
“You want me to let you bite me?” she asked incredulously. “Why are you bringing this up now, after all these years?”
“It is time to complete our bonds,” he answered. “I have never discussed this with you before because I didn't feel it would be necessary. After all, Kakarrott and Chi Chi never completed their bond and it never seemed to hurt their relationship.”
“How do you know they never completed their bond?” she asked.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Kakarrott's been dead for over seven years. The harpy has shown no signs of withdrawal.”
Bulma began to pace back and forth across the bedroom floor. “So why now, Vegeta?” she finally asked.
“I have finally realized that your faith in me will not be complete without this bond. We cannot continue to go on with you not trusting me.”
Bulma shook her head angrily, but Vegeta didn't give her a chance to respond. “It's not your fault,” he said firmly. “But it's not mine either. We both are what we are and we must accept each other's faults.”
He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I know that I have given you many reasons to doubt my devotion to you. I am sorry for the pain that I have caused you. But I can't change what I am. Completing this bond will help you to see inside my very soul. It will erase all our doubts.”
Bulma sighed raggedly. She knew that he was right. “Is it going to hurt?” she asked quietly.
“It may,” Vegeta said lowly, pulling her body close to his. “But I have also heard it is one of the most intimate and erotic experiences that two mates can ever share.”
Bulma shivered at his words. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. “Then let's get on with it,” she said lustily.
Vegeta chuckled at her impatience. He slid his arms down her back and cupped her butt in his hands. He began to trail kisses down her throat. Bulma's head fell back in ecstasy. “Vegeta,” she gasped, “please don't toy with me tonight. I need you so badly.”
Vegeta almost came apart at her words. His need was as great as hers. It had only been a few days since he's last had her, but he felt like a man that had been thirsting in the desert for years. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He paused long enough to remove their clothes before slowly lowering himself down on top of her. His mouth burned hot kisses all over her skin as she writhed beneath him. Bulma moaned in heat as he took a nipple into his mouth and began sucking vigorously. He lowered one of his hands to tease her womanhood as he continued to worship her breasts with his mouth.
Bulma bucked her hips wildly beneath his hand. She used her hands to stroke his muscled back. “Please, Vegeta,” she panted.
Vegeta raised himself up and stared down into her lust filled eyes. He could see his own need reflected in the beautiful blue pools. He lowered his head to her neck and began to lick and suck at the sensitive skin. He positioned himself between her legs and lifted her up to meet him. He sank his shaft into her body at the same moment he sank his teeth into the skin at the base of her neck.
Bulma cried out wildly at the sensations of pleasure and pain that were running through her body. Vegeta has pumping into her masterfully even as he lapped up the blood from the bite with his tongue. Bulma felt him begin to suck strongly on the wound. Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure shot through her body. She could feel the tension in her body building up to the breaking point.
“Let it go,” Vegeta demanded against her neck. He thrust in and out of her deeper and faster until she was writhing under him, straining for relief. He pulled her legs up around his waist and placed his hand between their bodies, finding her clit. He stoked her gently as his tongue continued to lap at her neck. Bulma screamed his name as he drove her to a mind-altering orgasm. He release triggered his and he found himself in the grip of overpowering pleasure.
When it was over. Vegeta rolled over onto his back and pulled her on top of his body. She lifted her head to gaze into his eyes.
“That was incredible,” she breathed.
“Isn't it always?” he asked with a smirk.
Bulma slapped at his chest playfully, “You don't have an ego problem at all.”
Vegeta chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I have to get some rest. The tournament is tomorrow.”
“Yes,” Bulma said, “and we both know you would win it even if you hadn't slept for a week.”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten that Kakarrott will be there?” he asked.
“No,” Bulma answered, “but I have faith in you Vegeta.”
Vegeta pulled her head up and kissed her thoroughly. “I don't deserve you,” he whispered.
Bulma laid her head down on his chest. “Yes you do,” she murmured just before she drifted off to sleep.
They all got up early the next morning. Everyone was meeting at Capsule Corp. so that they could travel to the tournament together. Trunks was so excited that Bulma had a hard time getting him ready. She finally got him downstairs to eat his breakfast. He was just finishing up when Vegeta came into the kitchen.
“How do you feel, boy?” he asked Trunks.
“Great,” Trunks answered. “I feel like I could whip an army.”
“Good,” Vegeta said as Bulma handed him a cup of coffee. “Go upstairs and finish getting ready. The others will be here soon.”
“OK,” Trunks said, gulping down the rest of his orange juice. “I'll be right back.”
Vegeta watched his son bounce out of the room before turning his attention to Bulma. His eyes raked over her body, clad in a tight red mini dress. “That's some get up,” he said lazily. “I'm sure your sniveling ex-lover and that third class loser will be impressed.”
Bulma rolled her eyes, “It's not Yamcha and Goku I was hoping to impress. I just wanted to look good so that when you won the tournament I could stand beside you in the winner's circle. I'll change if you don't like it.”
Vegeta put his cup down on the counter and pulled her up against his body. “I like it fine," he said, his hands finding their way under her short skirt to cup her buttocks. “You look sexier than I've ever seen you.” He lowered his mouth and claimed her in a passionate kiss.
When he finally lifted his head, he noticed the bright yellow scarf tied around her neck. “Is it bad?” he asked fingering the scarf.
“No,” Bulma breathed.
Vegeta untied the scarf. He was shocked to find her perfect skin marred by an ugly red bruise. “I did that to you?” he asked in disbelief.
Bulma stroked his face. “It will heal. Besides,” she said remembering the pleasure of the previous night, “it was worth it.”
Vegeta groaned and dropped his mouth to the wound. His tongue licked gently at the swollen skin. Bulma arched against him in pleasure. The hands under her skirt began to squeeze her cheeks erotically. Bulma's mind was swimming with pleasure as his mouth caressed his mark of ownership. She was about to beg him to take her when he suddenly pulled away and tied the scarf back around her neck. “Trunks is coming,” he said, answering her silent question. Once the scarf was secure again, he bent his head to whisper in her ear, “Tonight.”
Bulma's toes curled in anticipation. She didn't know how she was going to wait, but she was really looking forward to the tournament. She smiled as she watched Trunks and Vegeta shadow box. After years of uncertainty, she finally accepted that Vegeta would never leave her. Her life was finally perfect.
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