It was their wedding night. The reception had gotten over around two hours ago. Bulma exited the bathroom in a short nightgown that barely covered her bottom. Vegeta was already in bed, half asleep. Bulma climbed into bed and snuggled up to him. She rested her head on his chest and began massaging his inner thigh, slowly moving upward towards the edge of his tight, black briefs.

Suddenly, Vegeta stopped her. She looked up at him. "Bulma, we can't do this tonight," he said. "I need to save my strength for the tournament in a couple of days."

"Vegeta, you have a power level of at least a few million. Having sex is not going to wear you out. In fact, I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with you," she replied.

"No! Look, for a guy like me, it takes too much strength to do the things I've never done before. After the tournament, we can fuck as much as you want." Vegeta sounded annoyed.

"What other things besides sex haven't you done before that'll deplenish your strength?" Bulma asked.

"Being nice and giving love," was his reply.

"Oh," said Bulma. "But promise me, as soon as the tournament is over...."

"I promise honey." Bulma snuggles closer, and goes to sleep. Vegeta does the same.

~Two weeks later, on the last day of the tournament~

Throughout the past two weeks, Bulma had been cheering her husband on. Now it was the last battle, and it was between Vegeta and Goku. Watching, it seemed the two were an even match. However, Goku ended up winning.

Later on that day, back at Vegeta and Bulma's house, Vegeta was on the bed lying on his stomach and Bulma was in the bathtub. Every bone in his body ached; Goku had really kicked his ass. However, he had promised Bulma, and Saiyans never go back on their promises. He debated telling her about his aching muscles, not wanting to make her angry. Finally though, he decided to tell her. Maybe she could get out some of those oil things that were supposed to relax your body and stuff. "Well, I'm willing to do about anything to keep my promise," he said to himself. "I'll ask just as soon as she gets out...No, wait, I think I'll just go on in. She'll think I'm trying to be romantic." Being as quiet as possible, he slips out of his outfit and into the bathroom.

As usual, Bulma had set out all of her oils on the counter. Vegeta picked one up and sniffed it. He wrinkled his nose. It smelled terrible. "Ugh, how can she tolerate that," he thought. He put the bottle down and turned towards the tub. Bulma's back was facing him. He knelt down behind her and slipped his arms around her, just below her breasts.

"Hey! What the..?" she started to say as she turned around. "Oh, it's just you Vegeta."

"What do you mean, just me?" he replied.

"Oh, relax. I thought you were asleep on the bed and some jerk had snuck in to take advantage of me. Don't get all bent out of shape."

"I'm already bent out of shape. Parts of me hurt that I never thought could," said Vegeta. "Actually, I wanted to know if any of your oils could relax my muscles and make me feel better."

"I don't have any oils for your bruised ego, but I'm pretty sure I can relax your muscles," she replied.

"My ego is not bruised!" protested Vegeta. Bulma just looks at him.
"Well, ok, maybe a little bit. But only a little bit," he added.

"Ok," said Bulma. "Bring me the blue bottle, the green bottle, and the pink bottle." Vegeta gets the bottles and brings them over to the tub.
"Now get in," Bulma orders.

He does, and is surprised at how good a hot bath feels after two weeks of fighting. He rests his head on the headrest. Bulma tells him, "Close your eyes and relax." Vegeta closes his eyes. Bulma opens the blue bottle and squeezes out a portion of oil on a dish. She takes some in her hand, rubbing it on Vegeta's chest, arms, neck, and legs. Then she makes him turn over. She puts more of the lotion-like oil on his backside, including giving him an ass massage.

"I thought you liked my firm ass," Vegeta told her. "Do you really want it to relax?"

"Vegeta, this stuff won't give you a flabby ass, ok," said Bulma, continuing the entire process with the other two selected oils.

"Oh. You still like my ass, right?" he asked.

"Of course I do. And the rest of you is pretty good looking too." Bulma soaped up a washcloth and began to wash Vegeta's body. Vegeta, trying to be sweet, did the same and began to wash Bulma. Bulma looked at her husband. He looked so happy, relaxed, and content, that she decided not to tell him she had already bathed.

Pretty soon they were both soapy. "So how're we going to rinse this off?" asked Vegeta. "No, wait. Don't tell me. I've got an idea." He grabbed the soap bowl, put the soap on the oil dish, filled the bowl with water, and dumped it over Bulma's head. Her hair was now hanging down in wet strands.

"Oh yeah? How about this?!" she asked as she dunked him under the water. Laughing, he brought himself up and dunked her. When she pushed herself up, she sat back, crossed her arms, and glared at him.

Vegeta stopped laughing. "I'm sorry, ok." He got out of the tub and helped her out. Bulma reached for a towel, but Vegeta stopped her. "No, let me," he said. She continued to glare at him. He plucked the fluffiest towel from the rack and began to gently dry her off. He dried every inch of her and then turned to get his towel. However, before he could, Bulma snatched it away and dried him off.

When she was done, she reached for her robe. Vegeta had anticipated this and quickly scooped her up. He flung the bathroom door open, picked Bulma up, and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and lay down next to her.

Bulma snuggled up as close as she could. She took hold of his hand, guiding it to just past her waist. As his hand rested on her ass, Bulma ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him in for a kiss.
Vegeta was amazed at how much this turned him on. He ran his hand from her ass up her back, until he reached her armpit. Bulma gasped with pleasure as he brought his hand around to the front of her body, his hand brushing her breast as it passed. He slowly pushed Bulma over, so that she was lying on her back. He lay almost completely on top of her, and they kissed again.

He began to kiss her around the neck while he caressed her upper body. His mouth moved down to her breasts. She gasped again. Then, he gently bit down on one and began swirling his tongue around. Bulma's hands, which were still running through his hair, tightened up slightly but it was obvious that she liked it. After a few minutes, he switched to the other one and did the same. Another five minutes passed, and he began to kiss her lightly on the stomach, inching closer to her pubic hair with every kiss.

Then his mouth began to move back up her body. They kissed again as his hand slid down and moved between her legs. He felt her stiffen slightly. His hand moved over until he could feel her clit. Then, he moved his tail around until it was between her legs, and slowly used it to stimulate her. Her breathing became faster. All of a sudden, she gasped really loud and her legs began to shake. "Oh wow," she said. "I didn't know tails could do that!"
Bulma's hands moved down Vegeta's back to just above his tail, and moved to the front. Her hands moved through his pubic hair down to his penis, which she began to stroke as though she would a cat. When she felt his penis harden, she stopped and moved her legs farther apart. Vegeta wrapped his tail back around his waist and opened her lips. Suddenly, he felt a burning in his loins like he had never felt before. His mind erased all memories of gentleness as he thrust himself into her. It felt to him that his penis was being squeezed. He liked the feeling, so he drew out almost all the way and thrust in again, even harder than he had before.

Bulma's breathing was so fast that it sounded as though she could hardly breathe. Now, Vegeta's breathing was getting faster, too. Bulma clung to him as another orgasm rocked her. She could feel his strongest power with every thrust, yet it didn't hurt; she loved it!

This went on for almost ten minutes. Then, Vegeta had a new sensation in his penis. Before he could do anything, he suddenly came inside of her. His first orgasm gave him a better thrill than fighting did. As he pulled out, he let the semen drip onto the sheet. Then he noticed a small trickle of blood coming out of her entrance. He freaked out, thinking that he hurt her.

"Bulma, you're bleeding! Oh, I can't believe I did that," he said. He was now sitting at the end of the bed, and was almost about to cry.

Bulma went to him and sat on his lap. "Vegeta, that happens with the majority of human girls the first time we have sex. It's nothing to worry about."

"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked.

"Yes. You did nothing wrong. My body has never felt better than just now." She lies down again and pulls him on top of her. "Let's do it again!"