Bulma lay lounged on a beach towel, in her new pale yellow bikini, beside the pool. Sun bathed her body in warmth. She smiled to her self as she thought of how happy she was. A little lonely she reflected, but happy. Yamcha and she decided that they loved each other but they just weren’t made for each other. Their relationship had been a long one filled with the passion of two clueless hormone-driven, inexperienced teenagers. After Bulma had taught Yamcha there wasn’t anything to be afraid of from women, he used his good looks and bad boy reputation to get anything in a skirt. Leaving her heart broken, glued, broken, and reglued several times. She pushed the upsetting thoughts away, concentrating on good thoughts instead. Adjusting her sunglasses, and enjoying the warm summer day. She sighed contently, drifting into a light doze. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Vegeta dodged the small ball of ki, as it bounced about the circular gravity room. He floated up in the thick air. Something he saw in his peripheral vision, out the portal hole momentarily shocked him. Causing him to miss the ball of ki as it flew towards him, hitting him squarely in the chest and sending him into the side of the wall. Waking out of his surprised stupor, he diffused the ki ball. What in the hell is that Woman wearing? Or not wearing. He thought as he floated back up to the portal, to gawk at the latest distraction to his training. Lately the Woman had been distracting him greatly. She was always on his mind now a days, and nights. He couldn’t get the image of her oceanic eyes out of his head. How they sparkled with fire when she was angry, or dazzled brightly when she was happy. He saw more of the former then the latter. She was burned into his mind, when he was training or when he was laying awake wishing she was in his arms. He deduced it all to lust. Nothing more. He hadn’t been laid in eons. And the Woman was gorgeous, true. Good looks, long legs. Every man's fantasy. But he found that he wasn’t just drawn to her by her beauty. She was also very smart, prideful, stubborn, and very loudmouthed. She always gave him a challenge when sparring verbally, and she never backed down from him in fear. Knowing very well that he had the power to destroy her and this whole mud ball of a planet, if he chose to do so. She had spirit and spunk. He admired that. Vegeta was drawn out of his thoughts as she shifted. Exposing more of her luscious body to him. He felt his groin tighten and cursed her softly. It took all of his will power not to run out there and take her for himself. He growled. He would get no more training done with the picture of her half nude in his head for the rest of the day. He growled again, and tore his eyes away from the splendorous sight. He floated over to the control panel to shut off the gravity. Then he walked out of the gravity room, to the pool. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Vegeta smirked as he approached the Woman. She was sleeping. He could have some fun after all. When he reached her he gazed at her with wanting. He could sense no other presence at the living quarter of capsule corp. He bent down and softly traced his fingers across her abdomen. Not knowing why he was doing it but just doing it. She moved at his touch and he quickly drew his hand away and stood erect. She stopped moving and settled back into her sleep. He looked at the pool and an idea occurred to him. He smirked evilly. He took off the shoes he was wearing. He had on biker shorts and no shirt. Vegeta looked at her again to make sure she was still asleep before jumping into the deep pool. Cool water splashed on to Bulma’s sun-warmed body causing her to jolt awake with a scream. The stylish sunglasses she wore flying off her face, as she sat up quickly. She heard laughter, and when her eyes adjusted to the bright sun light she saw Vegeta laughing at her in the pool. "Arrggg! VEGETA!" She screamed at him her hands flying up in the air making him laugh harder. Bulma stood up and placed her hands, which were balled into fists on her hips. "What in the hell is your problem asshole? Huh? How dare you! That was rude and cruel, stupid moron, you got me wet, you coward." Vegeta stopped laughing. "Isn’t that what that skimpy outfit is for? Who are you calling coward, you weakling wet coward." He called back. "It isn’t skimpy, it’s a bikini, monkey boy." "Whatever." He said, sliding his hand across the water making it splash her. She screamed again. "I’ll get you bastard." She yelled shaking a fist at him. He chuckled. "Oh yea, and just what are you going to do about it?" He asked as Bulma ran and jumped in, doing a cannon ball next to him. Splashing water in his face. "Haha." She said as she surfaced next to him. Then she grabbed his head and pushed him under, dunking him. She felt a hand wrap around her ankle and barely had time to take in a breath as she was pulled under. She opened her eyes to find Vegeta smirking at her. She smirked back. To her own horror she realized that she was enjoying her self. She kicked with her feet and moved her arms to propel herself away from him. She surfaced quickly to get air and was back down swimming fast in the opposite direction of Vegeta. Bulma was very good at swimming; she had taken many private swimming lessons from some of the worlds best swimmers when she was younger. Along with many other tedious activities. Despite her training from the worlds best she was still no match for the Saiya-jin no ouji. Who quickly caught up to her. He grabbed her ankle again, pulling her towards him. Easily, even though she tried every thing she could to slip out of his grasp. He caught her in a strong embrace. A smirk of triumph plastered on his face. Her body pressed against his. Bulma could feel his warm flesh on hers, and suddenly she wanted him. He was sexy, despite his ill temper and bad manners. And the man had the body of a god. Vegeta smirked as he pulled Bulma against him. He had won this little fight. Silly woman, thinking she could beat him? Ha, that was a laugh. What chance in seven hells did she ever have of besting him at anything? (Almost any thing, he could never beat her genius when it came to science matters.) In her eyes he could see a change, from anger at her defeat, to wanting. Did she feel like he did? Gods he hoped so. Then he noticed her small struggles again to get away. Yea, riiiight woman. I won that one. You could never beat me. He said telepathically into her head. Opening a link between them. Telekinesis was a skill most species had. Humans had it, it just wasn’t developed. Vegeta, I can’t breathe. Let me go. He heard her plea. He had forgotten that weak humans couldn’t hold their breath for long. He lowered his face to hers. When their lips met he blew his breath into her. That was the kindest thing Vegeta had ever done for her. She saw the desire in his eyes. Pretty sure they mirrored her own. Granted that wasn’t a kiss but it was heavenly just the same. His face betrayed no emotions or thoughts, but she could read his eyes like a book. She could also hear what he was thinking. He had left the connection between them open. She has the most beautiful blue eyes I‘ve ever seen. He thought again for the thousandth time. Unaware that some one else was hearing his thoughts. Especially the person he was thinking about. Bulma smiled widely at his complement. So he did think about her. Why, thank you Vegeta. She thought to him. Your eyes are one of your best features, they let me in on what your feeling. Although you do have several other features that are worth commenting on too. She thought to her self; also forgetting he had access to her thoughts as well. Vegeta’s eyes widened slightly, at Bulma’s voice in his head. She had heard him. A small blush crept over the bridge of his nose and on to his cheeks. Then he heard her secret thought about him. And smirked. He severed the mental link between them as realization dawned on her. And her own bright red blush appeared on her cheeks. Vegeta powered up a little and flew out of the water. Still holding Bulma. He hovered about the pool a few feet. "You know I could drop you right now." He said, and then moved them back to her beach towel. Their feet softly touching down on the fuzzy cloth. Vegeta did not remove his arms from around her waist, nor did Bulma pull away. They starred into each other’s eyes for a moment, before Bulma placed one of her hands on either side of Vegeta’s face and pulling him to her. Her eyes slowly drifting closed. He followed suit. Their lips meeting, shyly at first then more aggressive. Bulma slid her tongue across Vegeta’s lips silently asking for permission to enter. Permission granted. They deepened their first real kiss. Tongues battling and exploring. Until Bulma pulled away for air. Both of them were panting. When She caught her breath, Vegeta pulled her in again, the battle ensuing. His hands slipped from her waist, to her butt. Squeezing her cheeks, then sliding up her back to entangle themselves in her wet sea colored hair. Her own hands were roaming as well. Trailing down his muscled back, over his broad shoulders, down his rippled chest. Vegeta was the one to pull away this time. He trailed warm kisses tracing her jaw line, down her neck; to the sensitive hollow were the shoulder and neck meet. Bulma moaned softly as he nibbled and sucked, her fingers slipping into his coarse hair messaging his scalp. His mouth trailed lower, kissing her exposed cleavage. Burma stood on her tipsy toes to try and move Vegeta’s warm mouth even lower. He chuckled, as he complied. Sucking on the hard cloth clad nub of flesh. He moved one hand to her other breast as not to ignore it. Bulma moaned again at his sweet torture. A thought trickled through her passion hazed mind. They were still out side. She felt Vegeta’s hand, the one not playing with her breast, begin to untie her bikini strap. Oh no, were on the lawn. The future president of capsule corp. is getting it on in plain view for everyone. "Vegeta stop." She cried out. He jerked away from her frown clearly in place, expecting rejection from the way she called out. "Lets take this some place more private ne?" Bulma said quickly before his feathers got all ruffled. His smirk reappeared. Silly woman afraid of begin caught. Well he would comply. He picked her up and flew to her room in one fluid motion. They entered her room via the glass doors that led onto the balcony. He laid her on the bed gently, and then resumed where he had left off in the yard. Before Bulma could realize what had happened she was back in her room with her bikini top discarded on the floor, and Vegeta suckling at her breast. The sensation was wonderful as he raked his teeth gently across one of her swollen areolas, and lightly pinched the other. She moaned loudly. He switched his mouth to the opposite breast, and his hand to the one his mouth had just been playing with. Bulma snaked one of her hands down to his hardening member, feeling it through the spandex shorts. She heard Vegeta’s sharp intake of breath. And smirked. Then he pulled her away from him. "Naughty, naughty, naughty." He tsked in a husky whisper. He flicked his tongue a final time across her painfully swollen nipple. Then trailed it down the side of her breast, across her stomach. Playfully dipping his tongue into her belly button. Then bringing it lower, going side ways from her belly button to her hip. Leaving a wet trail. His teeth latched on to the yellow strap of her thong bikini bottom, pulling it down over her hip to rest on her thigh as her repeated the same thing to the other side. Bulma found this very erotic, as his teeth scraped smoothly over her flesh. Giving her goose bumps. Vegeta continued to slowly pull off her wet thong with his teeth. When it was off he kissed his way back up her legs. Pulling them apart with his hands. Bulma watched him with lust clouded eyes, body shaking with anticipation. When he reached the juncture of her thighs he looked up at her. He could see the lust in her eyes, and it made him harder. Gods the way he was looking at her, making her body crawl desire. She knew if she had been standing she would have fallen, her knees giving out. He kissed her nether lips. Her sea colored pubic hair brushing against his lips. Vegeta inhaled deeply, the smell of her arousal strong, making him more aroused. She spread her legs wider for him. He smirked, and then lowered his face to the apex of her hips. Tongue running over her clitoris. Bulma moaned loudly. Vegeta smirked, at how wet she was already. He slipped two fingers into her entrance. Pumping them in and out as he tongued her clit. Drawing moans and whimpers of pleasure from Bulma, as her hips instinctively began to grind against his hand. She fleeting wondered where he learned to become such an experienced lover. Then the thought was blown away, as were any other thoughts, as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Bulma screamed as she reached her climax. Body shuddering, as she was drowned in wave after wave of pleasure. Vegeta licked up her juices. When he finished he sat on his knees, bringing his hand up in front of his face. Bulma saw that it was dripping with her juices; a small blushed crept across her cheeks. He began to lick off his fingers. She sat up and licked the sticky liquid of his fingers as well. Their tongues cleaning his hand, and then joining their mouths together. Vegeta tore off his shorts as they kissed. He slowly lowered her back down to the bed. Thrusting his swollen member into her slick entrance. Bulma gasped as she felt him in her. He was so big. His length grandly made up for what he lacked in height. He gave her a moment to adjust to him, and then began to thrust in and out of her. Bulma rose to meet his thrust, wrapping her slender legs around him, her hips grinding against his. Vegeta increased his pace. Bulma’s moans turned to screams, as she tried to keep Vegeta’s pace. Vegeta thrust relentlessly, as Bulma’s screams of pleasure furthered him along. He barely noticed Bulma’s nails digging into his flesh. It wouldn’t have hurt him anyways. He felt her inner muscles clenching and unclenching around him, and he thrust faster, teeth clamped together keeping back his own moans. Bulma screamed his name as she was pushed over the edge again. Her climax triggering his own as he buried his head in her neck to muffle his cries. He whispered her name, as he released his seed with in her. He rolled off of her so she wouldn’t be crushed under him. Lying next to her. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, still panting heavily. He brushed a sweat soaked lock of hair off her forehead then kissed where the hair had been. He pulled her closer to him. Realizing he would never let her go. Then as if reading his thoughts Bulma murmured. "That’s fine with me Vegeta. Just fine with me." Then drifted off to sleep. He let her sleep. She’ll need all the rest she can get. He thought before drifting off to sleep with her. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The beginning *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay that’s it. How didja like it? Please review. If you want to email me email is PrincessPurple15@aol.com or QueenofDarkness16@yahoo.com I check the aol one more so..... yeah. Now this was a one shot. I do not think there will be any more. So please don’t say "When are you going to update?" Most likely never, hence one shot. And I put The Beginning because it the beginning of their relationship, not that there is going to be another chapter. I just wanted to make that clear. Thanks for reading.