But I can’t be sorry…

He didn’t know what had possessed him to stay with her in her tent while she slept. He felt only that he needed to, for some unknown reason. A force was driving him to watch over her, to protect her, even while she slept.

She stirred occasionally, and every time she did he would move another inch away, self consciously, as though fearing she would awaken and yell at him again. He had never feared her yelling in this sort of a way before. Before when she would barrage him with a tirade of complaints and insults it would only succeed in annoying him. Now, when she yelled at him, it had made something inside of him constrict tightly, like the coils of a snake.

He thought of her question. "Haven’t you been with a woman, before?" it hadn’t left his memory. It had stayed with him, burned into his mind like a recording. Now he felt his eyes trailing hopelessly over her glorious form. She lay half on, half off of the sleeping bag. Her T-shirt had ridden up past her thighs and until now, Vegeta had forced himself to keep his eyes away with a certain amount of difficulty.

She was so amazingly gorgeous. He had never seen a creature such as she. She wore nothing beneath the T-shirt, and he could see the dark ‘v’ shape of aqua curls that nestled between her thighs. He immediately felt guilty. He didn’t know why. Her pert, rounded little nipples strained pleasantly against the material, courtesy of the chilly winds that occasionally blew into the tent.

He wondered what it felt like. He knew well enough what it entailed. But he knew nothing of the sensations. He stretched and lay on his back with his hands behind his head. What would it be like…? To hold her in his arms and feel himself inside her?

He felt warmth sinking into his cheeks, and even more warmth below the seam of his pants. She would whack him good, if she knew what he was thinking. He smirked at that. Such a fiery girl she was. Was it that temper of hers that captivated him? Or was it that she was so determined and strong willed, even though she cried and complained…?

His features darkened considerably when he remembered the slap she had delivered to his cheek. And with good reason, too. He remembered how he had hardly felt the slap itself, but more so felt what was behind the slap, and that had actually hurt. His mind was at times a truly horrible thing. It would not let him feel guilt when he had wronged. But now…now she was challenging that. She was slowly but surely picking away at his barrier, and he was finding himself backing away with less and less effort at every swing she took.

He rolled onto his side to gaze at her once more. She moaned and tossed around in obvious distress, only causing her T-shirt to ride up even further. Now her perfectly toned stomach was in plain view, along with the alluring curve of her hips that made his breath quicken and his pulse jump accordingly.

And then, suddenly, she was awake and staring at him.

He froze. He didn’t know why. Every muscle in his body tensed into an almost painful cramp as he held his breath and waited for her reaction.

She only blinked the sleep out of her eyes slowly. She didn’t lunge at him or attack him with her voice. Instead she slowly reached out and touched his arm, as if to truly confirm that a Sayajin Prince was lying beside her in her sleeping quarters.

"Vegeta…?" she wondered aloud.

He cleared his throat in response. She frowned but not in anger. "Why are you…did you…stay here the whole time with me?"

He went to shake his head but stopped. That was exactly what he had done. "I…there was a…boar. And you were…" he trailed off. He knew he sounded hopelessly unintelligent.

Bulma smiled a half smile at him. Vegeta began to wonder if she had forgotten about the events only hours ago. By the way she winced when she moved her foot she didn’t. It was then that she realized that her T-shirt was revealing most if not all of her body.

She blushed intensely and tugged the shirt down in a hurry. She looked up at him to see if he had noticed. He looked away, and the tent was filled with a sudden unbearable awkwardness.

"I wanted to make sure you would be alright." He suddenly blurted out. She narrowed her eyes, testing her trust in him. "You stayed here…all this time…to make sure I was alright?"

"I’ll leave now."

She went to take his arm but seemed to change her mind. Her hand dropped to the blankets and she sighed as he propped himself up on one elbow, preparing to leave. He paused at the front of the tent and looked back at her. "I’m…I mean, if it means anything…at all, now…I suppose that I am sorry for what I said to you…"

Bulma stared at him. He couldn’t seem to open the tent. His body felt as though it was in the Gravity Chamber and someone had put a magnetic force on him. Bulma sensed his hesitation and said softly; "It means everything, Vegeta…stay with me?"

"You hate me."

"I did."

He looked down at her form curled up in the folds of the sleeping bag. "Woman, you…"

She asked him with her eyes. He slowly moved back to where he had been laying with her, but did not initially lie down. Bulma gently put a hand on his arm and forcefully pulled him down beside her.

"Don’t look like a deer caught in the headlights, Vegeta." Her voice came out choked, as though she was struggling with something.

"I don’t belong here." He said shortly. He tried his best to muster a glare but couldn’t.

"I want you to be here…" she said softly. "Do you want to be here?"

He let himself drown in her eyes. More than you could believe…but I can’t…

Her fingers slid up his arm, dipping in-between the lines of chiseled muscle. She looked at him as her fingers stopped at his shoulder. "You hurt me." He felt her body quiver.

"I know." He managed. This time a scowl returned full force to his face.

"But you hate yourself for it…don’t you?"

He opened his mouth to speak but she shook her head. "I know you do. That’s the reason why I want you here…"

He tried to argue but she stopped him with her mouth on his. His eyes flew open and he jumped, startled. No one, but no one came at his face that fast…

But it felt incredibly right.

Suddenly she was there, in his arms. Her tiny little body nestled so perfectly in his embrace. And her tongue, warring with his, searching his mouth and beyond. He felt her hands hesitantly running up his back, rubbing, massaging, and kneading while she moved against him with awakened need.

He pulled away from her, catching his breath. "I want this…" she whispered to him before he had a chance to ask.

"I’ve never…"

She took his hand in her own. "That doesn’t matter. Let me guide you…" she blushed slightly. It was an incredible turn-on, though he didn’t exactly like the way she was in control. Then his hand was on her hip, and she was kissing him again, cueing him to move his fingers beyond where she had placed them. With the delicious little moan she made in his ear, he didn’t need much prompting.

She was so unbelievably soft. His fingers wandered over her skin, exploring the dips and curves of her body. She watched him, the way his eyes almost seemed to loose focus as she felt his fingers thread through the wiry curls of her womanhood. He looked at her while he began moving his fingers closer. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and took her mouth as he slid two fingers into her warm, wet entrance. She whimpered and bucked herself against his hand as if begging, pleading him that he go deeper. He smirked, thought somewhat unbelievably; he couldn’t imagine he could make her feel like that.

He slowly slid one finger inside of her and held the other out, gently rubbing her clitoris while the other crooked itself into a ‘come here’ position and ruthlessly began its attack. Bulmas sudden cry was answer enough for him. He felt her body tense and quiver and slowly stopped his fingers movements. She shuddered and moved against him pleadingly again.

"You’ve…gotten the hang of this…rather quickly…" she breathed into his ear, tickling him. He held her gaze while he began rubbing her clitoris again, this time faster. He wanted to see her come, wanted to feel her drain herself against his hand. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. He used his other hand to push her shirt up her stomach and leaned over her to nuzzle her breasts. Vegeta waited until she was seconds away from her climax and suckled gently on her nipples, tracing a wet line with his tongue from each breast while her body thrashed beneath his. She clutched to him while warm juices dribbled out into his hand. He pulled his fingers out of her and sat up, tugging at the fly on his pants.

Once his pants were off he covered her body with his, experimentally pressing his hardness against her navel and reveling in the sweet moans she made. He sat up and pulled her with him with one arm. Bulma sat in his lap, her slickness rubbing against him. It sent him reeling.

"Vegeta…please…" she ran her tongue over his neck, his collarbone, his ears. Her small hands held him in their grasp and she squeezed, loving the throaty purr she got in return. She looked down at him and her eyes widened. He noticed her expression and instantly became worried.

"What’s wrong?"

"N-nothing…you’re just…very…" she trailed off. He nudged her face with his and kissed her lingeringly. "Big?" he offered with a sensual smirk. She nodded, her cheeks filling with color again. "Very."

His face turned to one of seriousness. "Will I hurt you?" he asked.

"No." she assured him with a smile and a kiss. "I want you. It makes no difference."

She shifted in his lap and moved her legs until they were on either side of him, then slid herself down on him excruciatingly slowly. Vegeta gritted his teeth and groaned in total ecstasy. Bulma began rocking her hips slowly against him, nibbling on his earlobe. She giggled softly at the look on his face. "What?" he gasped, grabbing her hips and helping her move. "Nothing," she said, darting her hot tongue into his ear, "You seem a little…overwhelmed."

Vegeta twisted his face into a half grin, half look of pleasure. "You’re so wet, Bulma…" he thrusted against her, "You’re so damn tight and hot…so," he bit her gently on her nose, "sinfully delicious."

Bulma cried out as he suddenly moved her onto her back in one swift motion, keeping himself in her the whole time. He held her legs up and against his shoulders and began to thrust hard and deep into her. Bulma moaned loudly and grabbed fistfuls of the sleeping bag as he slammed into her again and again. She loved it this way. He was so amazingly gentle and so savagely merciless at the same time. She listened to the wet slapping noise they made each time they connected, and the grunting Vegeta emitted with each thrust.

She clenched her toes and trembled with the release of another orgasm. Vegeta held her tightly to him while she moaned and arched her back and bit her bottom lip, ending in a collapse, gasping for breath. He smirked down at her again and surprisingly pulled out of her. She looked at him with question as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I want to taste you, Bulma." He said in a low growl that sent shivers through her body. "Lie on your stomach."

She did. He started at her feet, licking at her ankle and giving gentle kisses to the sprained one. He ran his hands up her legs and rubbed her inner thighs, flicking his tongue over them. She arched her behind in the air and spread her legs as he came to her entrance, whimpering at him, waiting for his tongue. He inhaled deeply. She smelled absolutely amazing. He darted his tongue out and flicked at her nether lips. She cried out and arched further, and he moved his hands to massage her rear in time to his tongue’s movements. Vegeta closed his eyes and heard himself groaning and purring as he ran his hands over her ivory skin and drove his tongue deep into her, wiggling it around inside and then dragging it out with excruciating slowness, losing himself in her panting little cries. Her juices dribbled over his chin and he lapped quietly at her, making soft little sucking noises as he pumped his tongue in and out of her, kissing her, drinking her in. He withdrew his tongue again and licked tiny circles around her clitoris as one of his fingers came and dipped gently between soft folds. He could have gone on forever but Bulmas shivering signaled her release and he buried his tongue deep inside her as she thrust back to meet his face, crying his name again and again as he held his face against her and licked up every drop.

She collapsed on the sleeping bag, quite literally overwhelmed, but Vegeta was not done with her. Rolling her over, he moved over her, entering her in one swift movement, and crushed her to him while she was still trembling in the aftermath. The feeling of her slick body rubbing against his nearly drove him wild, and she clung to him and made frantic, short moans in his ear as he pumped furiously inside of her, losing all sane thought, and focusing only on the area where they connected.

When he came it was savage and unrelenting. He arched his back and howled, slamming his hips hard and deep against her as he poured his seed into her and she writhed against him, grabbing fistfuls of his skin and squeezing her legs tight around his. He nearly fell on her but managed to steady himself with one arm. Panting, he put his head to her shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling more physically satisfied than he had ever felt in his life. Bulma smoothed his hair and smiled into it, trying to catch her own breath as he gasped for his. Their sweat mingled sweetly together and she inhaled deep the smell of their passion. Vegeta finally recovered and rolled to his side keeping her body locked against his own. Bulma smiled softly to herself and snuggled into his arms as her body tingled with the sensation of a sacred thing shared.

Vegeta looked down at the tiny woman in his arms and grinned. She was his, now. Nothing would come between them. And it was strangely pleasant, because he knew and he admitted that he was also hers, and it didn’t bother him at all.