One - Written by PhantomScribe72
Vegeta awoke early the next morning expecting to find Bulma wrapped in his arms, but to his irritation, she had already gotten up. He pushed back a wave of anger, telling himself that wherever she was, she would be back soon. He pushed the covers off of his body, deciding he needed a shower. He had just gotten out of the bed and was heading toward the bathroom when the bedroom door opened and Bulma stepped in carrying a tray of bacon and eggs.
"Good morning," she said with a smile, then she realized that he was standing in front of the bathroom door without a stitch of clothes on. She blushed a deep shade of scarlet and quickly averted her eyes. "I'm sorry, I should have knocked."
Vegeta smiled in spite of himself. "Woman, I don't think I have anything to hide after last night."
Bulma turned even redder, "I guess not."
Vegeta walked over to Bulma and gently took the tray out of her hand and set it down on the table. He then took her by the hand and pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
Bulma returned the kiss with enthusiasm. She wrapped her arms around his neck and settled in against his body. Vegeta growled and reluctantly pulled away. "I need to take a shower," he said, "I'll have breakfast after." He walked away toward the bathroom.
"Vegeta," Bulma called.
""What," he answered.
"Do you think you can do it by yourself?" she asked.
"Well, I could," Vegeta replied in an amused tone, "but why should I when I have you to do it with?"
Bulma blushed again, "No, you pervert," she laughed, "I mean your shower...do you need help with that?"
"No, I don't think so," he replied. "I'm am almost back at full strength. Besides, if you came into that bathroom with me, we'd just end up fucking."
"So?" Bulma said innocently, "what's the problem?"
Vegeta laughed, "No problem, Woman...but I want to talk to you about something before we get physical again."
Bulma's face suddenly became serious. She almost looked scared.
"Hey," Vegeta said gently, "don't worry. I just want to tell you something. Everything's fine."
Bulma sighed with relief, "Ok...but you better hurry up with that shower, or your breakfast will be a block of ice."
Vegeta raised his eyebrows, "Well, if you cooked it that might be an improvement!"
Bulma screamed in outrage and threw a pillow at his head. It barely missed him as he ducked into the bathroom and shut the door.
After Vegeta finished his shower, Bulma left him to eat his breakfast. He noticed that she had cleaned up the mess he had made when he threw his dinner tray against the wall last night.
He finished his eggs and bacon with a grimace. The thought of eating Bulma's cooking for the rest of his life made his stomach turn sour. She really was a rotten cook, he thought to himself with a smile, but she had other talents that more than made up for that one failing.
Bulma opened the door and smiled at him just as he was pushing his tray to the side.
"All done?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"Good," she said sitting down beside of him on the bed, "the doctor is coming by this morning. Maybe he'll let you get out of this bed."
"I do not need a doctor to tell me I am healed," Vegeta grumbled.
"You're not getting out of that bed until the doctor says its ok," Bulma said sternly.
"Are you sure you don't have another reason for wanting to keep me in this bed?" Vegeta asked slyly.
Bulma screamed and lunged forward to slap at his chest. Vegeta laughed out loud and grabbed her hands and yanked her forward. He lowered his head and kissed her thoroughly. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Bulma jumped quickly off the bed.
Mr. Briefs appeared in the doorway. "Bulma, the doctor is here...and notice...I had the sense to knock this time."
Bulma blushed and Vegeta grinned. The doctor slipped in through the door and glanced over at the bed.
"How are you feeling today, Vegeta?" he asked
"I am completely healed." Vegeta said.
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?" the doctor asked.
Vegeta opened his mouth to blast the doctor, but Bulma moved to the side of the bed and took his hand.
“Just hear him out, OK?” she begged.
“Fine, Woman,” Vegeta grumbled, “but if he tells me I have to stay in this bed for one more minute, I will blast him into the next century.”
The doctor made his way to the bed and carefully examined Vegeta.
“Well, Vegeta,” the doctor began, “You’re not totally healed yet…”
“Listen you snot,” Vegeta interrupted
“But, you’re healed well enough to get out of bed and go about your business,” the doctor rushed to finish.
“I thought so,” Vegeta grumbled.
The doctor stood up and closed his bag, “I want you to ease back into your normal routine. If you start off slowly and gradually work your way back up to your regular activity level, you should be fine.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Bulma sighed with relief.
“Yes, well, I should really be going now,” the doctor said starting for the door, “just remember to take it easy, Vegeta.”
Vegeta growled and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t worry,” Bulma said, “he’ll take it easy all right.”
Vegeta gave Bulma an angry look, but said nothing. Bulma turned to follow the doctor out of the room.
“I’ll be right back, Vegeta,” Bulma called over her shoulder, “I’m going to show the doctor out.”
Vegeta gave her no answer as she closed the door behind her.
When Bulma and the doctor reached the front door, the doctor turned to face her.
“Good luck, Miss Briefs,” he said sympathetically, “I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”
“Thanks for everything,” Bulma said with a smile, “he’ll behave…I’ll see to it myself.”
After the doctor was out of the door, Bulma hurried back up to Vegeta’s room. When she got there, she was surprised to find it empty.
“Shit!” she seethed, realizing that he had already escaped to the gravity room to train, “that sneaky bastard!”
Bulma stomped downstairs. She was ready to explode. She couldn’t believe what a stubborn fool Vegeta was being. When she finally made it into the kitchen, she found her mother quietly sipping a glass of tea and reading a magazine at the kitchen table. Bulma flopped down angrily in the chair across from her.
“Try not too be to angry with him, dear,” Mrs. Briefs said without looking up from the magazine, “you should really be grateful that he stayed away from that machine as long as he did…after all he only did it to please you.”
Bulma studied her mother quietly. She knew that Mrs. Briefs was right. “I just hopes he takes it easy,” she finally said, “I couldn’t stand it if her got hurt again.”
Mrs. Briefs put her magazine down and looked up at her daughter, “Bulma,” she began carefully, “I’m glad you finally found someone…suitable…for you. I know that you had a rough go of it with Yamcha, but please, try not to forget who and what Vegeta is. You can’t change him, and you shouldn’t even try. If you want to be with him, I say go for it, but remember he is what he is. You need to either accept that or move on to someone a little more…controllable.”
Bulma looked at her mother in total shock. All Bulma’s life, her mother had been too self absorbed to notice what was going on in her daughter’s life…or so Bulma thought. Now it was clear that Mrs. Briefs was a lot more observant than Bulma had ever given her credit for.
“I’ll remember that, Mom,” Bulma said, standing up and stretching. “I think I’ll go and get some work done in the lab…Vegeta’s not the only one who’s been neglecting his work.”
Mrs. Briefs watched her daughter’s back as she walked out of the house and toward her lab, “Oh, dear,” she sighed to herself, “that girl’s got a lot of heartache coming.”
Vegeta stood, moaning under the hot spray of the shower. He had really pushed himself too far today. His entire body ached, even in places he didn’t even know he had. Plus, he had a major headache. That infernal woman had interrupted his training with her shrieking many times today. It seemed that every time Vegeta started to make serious progress that stupid telephone monitor switched on and Bulma began yelling her head off. Vegeta had finally gotten so fed up with the constant distraction, he had smashed the monitor and it’s speaker into tiny bits. When Vegeta finally decided to call it a day, he came stomping into the house, intending to read Bulma the riot act, but she was no where around. He even checked her lab, but she wasn’t there either. He had finally given up and decided to take a long, hot shower to try to ease his aching muscles.
He sighed heavily and turned off the water, grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. He was starting to get really hungry, so he pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt and headed down to the kitchen. As he walked down the hall past Bulma’s room, he paused momentarily. He could hear her in there, crying quietly. He started to go in and see what was wrong, but quickly changed his mind. He had no intention of babying her. She was a grown woman, and if she intended to carry on a relationship with him, she was going to have to learn to act like one. He steeled himself with his resolve and continued on his way to the kitchen.
Vegeta made a sandwich in silence, trying hard not to think about the woman that lay upstairs crying. He didn’t particularly want to be cruel, but he had warned her of the consequences of choosing to be with him. She should have known what she was getting herself into. She had to learn that he was his own man, and now was as good a time as any for him to start the lesson.
He finished his sandwich and pushed his chair away form the table. He sighed heavily and made his way upstairs. As he passed her room, he could hear hat her crying had turned into deep, heavy sobs. He again resisted the temptation to go in and comfort her, going straight to his room and lying down instead.
Vegeta was bone tired, and he had expected to go right to sleep, but he couldn’t. He kept thinking about Bulma lying on her bed cring…crying over him. She definitely needed to lean a lesson…but…if she were truly hurting…well, he just couldn’t stand it. He suddenly realized that Bulma was not the only one that was going to have to learn to adjust to their relationship, he had some adjusting to do himself. He was demanding that she accept him as he was…shouldn’t he also accept her?
Vegeta sighed deeply and slowly brought down his mental wall. “Woman,” he called out to her in his mind, “come here.”
Bulma was lying across her bed sobbing when Vegeta’s voice entered her mind. She was so startled, she almost fell off the bed. She slowly raised her head and looked around the room. He was no where to be found…but Bulma was sure she’d heard him.
“Vegeta?” she said quietly.
“Yes,” the voice replied, “come here.”
Bulma looked around again, “But…where are you?”
“In my room,” the voice said patiently, “now come to me.”
Bulma supposed that she should be scared out of her wits, but she wasn’t. She slowly got up from the bed and went out the door of her room and down the hall to his. She hesitated outside of the door, doubting her sanity for the first time.
“Come in here,” the voice said, “there is nothing to be afraid of.”
Bulma pushed open the door and crept inside. Vegeta was sitting on the bed looking straight at her. “Vegeta,” her voice was shaking, “what’s going on?”
The corner of Vegeta’s mouth raised in a smirk. “I told you this would happen, remember?”
Bulma’s eyes widened in shock. He had spoken to her, but he hadn’t said a word. “You…I can hear your thoughts!”
Vegeta rolled his eyes, “Yes, and I can hear yours, if I so chose.”
“How…when…” Bulma stammered.
“Woman, weren’t you listening to me that day in the clearing? I told you that we would be able to hear each others thoughts.”
“You did?” Bulma asked numbly.
“Stupid, woman,” Vegeta growled, “weren’t you listening to a word I said that day? I told you that bonding with a Saiyan was serious business. I explained very clearly the consequences of your decision.”
Bulma was suddenly furious, “Well, excuse me your royal highness. Forgive me if I didn’t quite get that part. I was sort of distracted by…other things.”
Vegeta grinned in spite of himself, “Well, I guess I’ll have to explain it all again…slower this time so that your simple brain can take it all in.”
“Listen you asshole,” Bulma spat, “as amazing as your little psychic parlor trick is, I don’t really want to hear about it right now. I am so mad at you that I could kill you. How dare you go into that gravity chamber and push yourself as hard as you did today? You could have killed yourself.”
Vegeta sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Come here,” her said as gently as he could manage.
Bulma looked at him suspiciously for a moment before taking his hand and sitting down beside of him on the bed.
Vegeta looked her in the eye. “I’m going to talk to you about something very serious now,” he began “and I don’t want you to interrupt me until I’m finished.”
“Fine,” Bulma grumbled.
“Promise that you’ll keep your big mouth shut until I say you can open it,” he demanded.
Bulma wanted to snap his head off, but she wanted to hear what he had to say more, “Fine,” she muttered, “I promise.”
Vegeta looked at her doubtfully, but began anyway.
“Woman, there are some things that we have to get straight before this thing between us goes any further…”
“This THING!!!” Bulma erupted.
“You’re interrupting me,” Vegeta said irritably.
“Sorry,” Bulma said sheepishly.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” Vegeta started again, “There are a few things we need to get straight.”
“Such as?” Bulma asked.
“AM I GOING TO HAVE TO TAPE YOUR FAT MOUTH SHUT?!?!” Vegeta screamed.
“Sorry,” Bulma said tiredly, “I keep forgetting.
Vegeta calmed himself and continued, “I appreciate the fact that you…care about what happens to me…but you must remember that I am a full-blooded Saiyan warrior. I am not fragile and you can not continue to interrupt my training with your silly concerns.”
“Silly?” Bulma said in disbelief, “You’ve already almost killed yourself in that infernal machine once…” She suddenly realized she had interrupted again and clasped her hand over her mouth.
“May I continue?” Vegeta asked sarcastically.
Bulma nodded her head, determined not to utter another sound until Vegeta was finished.
“I am not going to deny that I lost control of my power the day that I blew up the gravity room,” Vegeta admitted, “but you can rest assured that I will never lose control of it again. I let my emotions, my jealousy of you and that human weakling overtake me, but I have mastered my weakness.”
Vegeta paused, giving Bulma a chance to interrupt him, as he knew she would, but although Bulma was in total shock from what he was revealing to her, she was determined not to give him the satisfaction of speaking again.
When Vegeta was sure she was not going to respond, he continued, “I struggled long and hard within myself before I finally decided I would share this with you, but in the end I decided I should tell you so that we could both have some peace. The gravity machine blew up because in my rage over seeing you with that little snot, I managed to achieve Super Saiyan status for the first time, and I couldn’t control the power. I am now confident that I can control both my emotions and my power quite efficiently. So you see, there is no more reason for you to fear for my safety.”
Bulma couldn’t restrain herself any further. “Vegeta,” she gasped, “you really did it? You went Super Saiyan?”
“Yes,” Vegeta said in an amused tone, “and I suppose I have you to thank for making it happen so quickly. I have no doubt that I would have achieved Super Saiyan status on my own eventually, but who knows how long it might have taken me?”
Bulma smiled in spite of herself, “You just make sure that you remember that the next time you want to strangle me.”
Vegeta laughed, “I want to strangle you right now, Woman. I am exhausted to my core and your constant interruptions are preventing me from finishing this little speech and getting to sleep.”
“I’ll just shut up now,” Bulma said in an amused tone.
“Thank you,” Vegeta said, just as amused, “I would really appreciate that.”
Bulma smiled and gestured for Vegeta to continue.
“I am a Saiyan Prince,” Vegeta said with supreme arrogance, “I am the most powerful creature on this planet, and your constant sniveling and whining over my safety is a waste of your time and your energy. My training is the most important thing in my life, it’s even more important than you are. You must leave me alone when I am in that gravity room…if you refuse, I’ll have to leave. I’m not trying to threaten you, I am only trying to make sure that you see things as they really are. You are the one who asked me to come here and train so that I could help you and your friends defeat the androids. I must be allowed to train without interruption. Plus, you have work that you need to attend to. You can not keep ignoring your projects and your obligations to your father’s company. We can be together, but we must continue to lead our separate lives. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Bulma sighed.
“Good,” Vegeta sighed, “Now let’s talk about our bond.”
“OK,” Bulma said agreeably.
“We have partially bonded,” Vegeta explained, “the mental bond is the first bond. I have been able to hear your thoughts for weeks, but have chosen not to invade your privacy by listening to them without your consent.”
“Gee, thanks,” Bulma muttered.
“However,” Vegeta continued, “as time passes, and the bond gets stronger, it will become increasingly difficult for us to stay out of one a other’s heads. We have to strengthen our mental walls.”
“Excuse me,” Bulma was completely lost, “our what?”
“Our mental walls,” Vegeta explained patiently, “we must build up our mental defenses against one another. If we don’t we will eventually be able to hear every random, tedious thought that passes through the other’s brain. I don’t know about you, but the thought of having to deal with the endless chatter of your brain in addition to the constant chatter of you mouth wants me to blow myself up.”
“Yeah,” Bulma returned, “like listening to you constantly cursing and complaining would be any better.”
“My point exactly,” Vegeta replied, “besides, I’m sure you’d agree that there are some thoughts that both of us would want to remain…private.”
“OK,” Bulma agreed, “but how to we strengthen these ‘mental walls’….I mean, I’m not even sure I have one to strengthen.”
“It is done through meditation,” Vegeta explained, “I will show you how, but you must promise to take it seriously. It will require great dedication and concentration.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take it seriously,” Bulma promised, “there’s no way I want you in my head 24/7.”
“Fine,” Vegeta said with finality, “we will begin meditating tomorrow.”
“Alright, I agree,” Bulma said quietly.
“Good, now let’s get some rest,” Vegeta said tiredly.
“Just a minute,” Bulma said stubbornly, “I have a few questions.”
“What now,” Vegeta growled.
“You said that we had only partially bonded…what comes next?” she asked curiously.
Vegeta sighed heavily, “There are three stages to the Saiyan mating bond,” he explained. “The first is the mental bond, which you already know about. The second is the physical bond. We are already well on our way to achieving this one, even though it normally takes some time to accomplish. The third stage is the spiritual bond. That one usually takes many years to manifest. Once we become spiritually bonded, we will be unable to live without each other. If one of us dies, the other will too.”
“Wow,” Bulma said in awe, “this is really heavy stuff.”
“Yes, it is,” Vegeta agreed, “and I’ll be happy to explain it all in detail later, but right now, I’m exhausted.”
“Yes,” Bulma said in a low voice, “I’m pretty tired too.” She raised her arms over her head and stretched. The movement caused her breasts to push out against the thin material of her flimsy nightgown. This of course caught Vegeta’s undivided attention. “I guess you want me to leave you alone now and go back to my own room so that you can get some sleep,” she whispered seductively. She leaned over and placed her hands on his bare chest. “May I have one, small goodnight kiss before I go?” she asked innocently even as her fingers played with his nipples.
“You’re going to get a lot more than just one small kiss, you wench,” Vegeta growled. He grabbed her arms and hauled her up against his body.
“But, darling,” Bulma said in a mocking, sweet voice, “you’re soooo tired!”
Vegeta wrapped his hands in her hair and caressed her ear with his tongue, “Yes, I am tired,” he whispered “but I’m not dead,” he said in a menacing tone just before his mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss. His hands slid down her thin gown to find her breast. He roughly massaged her nipples through the flimsy barrier. Bulma arched back with pleasure and moaned sensuously against his mouth. Vegeta violently ripped the bodice of the gown away, exposing her breasts to him. He threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking as hard as he could. He used his hand to roughly massage the other breast. Bulma screamed in pleasure as he bit down on her nipple. He repeated the bite on the other breast. Bulma thrashed wildly under his body causing him to get even harder. He reached down and yanked her gown up to her waist and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. He began massaging her pussy lips with one had while he used the fingers of the other to penetrate her. Bulma screamed his name as her first orgasm shook her wildly. Vegeta laughed out loud and flipped her over onto her stomach. Bulma screamed with surprise as he entered her from behind. He pumped in and out of her as she struggled to breathe. He reached around her so that he could massage her breasts while he drove himself relentlessly in and out of her. Vegeta laughed cruelly as Bulma came again. He quickly withdrew from her and bent down to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to fuck your brains out tonight, Woman,” he said as he licked her ear, “when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
“Fuck you, you arrogant bastard,” Bulma panted, trying to clear her head, “you’re not that good.”
Vegeta only laughed louder, “We’ll see,” he said as he jerked her off the bed so that her bottom was pointing straight up in the air. He crawled under her ass and lay on his back, directly under her pussy. Bulma moaned his name when he parted her lips with his tongue. He ran his tongue lightly over her clit, teasing her. Bulma bucked wildly, silently asking for more. Vegeta pulled back and looked her in the eye.
“What do you want. Woman?” he asked sexily.
“You…know…what…I want,” Bulma said between labored breaths.
“Ask me nicely,” Vegeta teased, “and you may get what you’re begging for.”
“Do it, you bastard,” Bulma gasped.
“Do what?” Vegeta asked.
“Vegeta, please, please, please, now,” Bulma begged.
“I want to hear you say it,” Vegeta growled He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and sucked gently on her clit, then faced her again. “Say it, or I’ll stop,” he warned.
“Please,” Bulma sobbed, “please lick my cunt,” she moaned, “eat me out now!” she demanded.
Vegeta laughed and dropped her pussy down over his face, giving her everything she asked for and more. He licked and sucked and ate out her pussy roughly, making her come over and over again. Every time she would orgasm, he would stop sucking and lick up her juices, then he would start slowly eating her again taking his time to build her pleasure until she exploded all over his face.
Finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore because his body screamed for its own release, he dropped her down hard on top of penis, using his hands on her hips to repeatedly move her up and down on his shaft. Bulma quickly took control of the rhythm, reaching her hands back behind her as far as they would go and riding him roughly. Vegeta laughed when she came yet again, and flipped over so that he was on top of her. He grabbed her ankles and wrapped them around his back as he roughly drove in and out of her. He showed her no mercy as he pounded into her flesh. Finally, he came in a mind-bending orgasm, just as Bulma screamed his name in the throes of her own release.
When he could finally breathe again, he rolled off of her and scooped her up in his arms, pulling her tightly to his side. Bulma reached over and stroked his cheek as his eyes drifted closed.
“You were right you know,” she sighed contentedly, “I probably won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
Vegeta chuckled, “If it makes you feel any better, I probably won’t either.”
Bulma smiled and snuggled up against his chest, “I love you,” she whispered quietly.
“I know,” Vegeta muttered as he drifted off to sleep.
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