A/N: This is my first lemon get-together fic on B/V (unless you count my entry for Adimra's contest). It's actually kind of funny. Hope ya'll enjoy^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball. Period.
Dedication: I decided to dedicate this fic to my friend, Trixe la Dixie (a.k.a. Juuhachigou). I was reading her B/V lemon and was instantly inspired to
write my own!
Heart of a Saiyan Prince by Android 18
Storming into the house, Vegeta slammed the door, causing the whole house to shake. Another day gone by and he still couldn't transform into a
Super Saiyan, after all the training he's went through. Finding something to take his anger out on, he scanned the room and his glance fell upon
Bulma, who was on the phone possibly talking to that idiot Yamcha. I can't believe she's wasting her time talking to that pathetic excuse of a
human when she should have been making my supper! Vegeta thought angrilly.
Bulma chose to ignore Vegeta's dramatic entrance and continued to talk to Yamcha, acting as if Vegeta wasn't in the very room. This only resorted
to anger Vegeta even more.
"Oh Yamcha, I'd love to go out with you tomarrow night!" Bulma squealled happilly.
Vegeta glared angrilly at Bulma as she continued to ignore him.
"What? Of course I don't believe it! I know that you would never cheat on me Yamcha. You're too honest and kind to do that," Bulma replied.
Vegeta continued to glare at her.
"Yes, I accept you back. As long as you swear that you never would cheat on me and I know I shouldn't have believed Krillin when he said-"
"God damnit woman, will you hang up and make my dinner already!!!" Vegeta shouted.
Bulma rolled her eyes and continued, "Don't worry, it was just Vegeta going through one of his daily spazes again because he hadn't reached his
Super Saiyan level yet. I guess it proves that it takes patience in order to become a saiyan, which Vegeta has little of and-"
Vegeta stormed over to her angrilly, picked up the phone, and slammed it hard onto the reciever, crushing the phone into a million pieces. Then,
acting all calm and decent, he sat at the table, waiting for his dinner.
Bulma, feeling more anger than she had ever felt, went and sat on the couch, trying her best to calm herself down. She didn't feel like blowing up at
Vegeta like she did every night. For once, she was gonna ignore his ignorant ways and act better than him by not responding to his rude comments
or demanding questions or his arrogant acts of stupidity.
"Woman, where the hell is my dinner? You have enough time to talk to that pathetic boyfriend of yours but not enough time to make me dinner?"
Feeling her whole face fluster with anger, Bulma stood up and stomped over to Vegeta to yell in his face, not being able to hold it back any longer.
"LISTEN, YOU STUPID, ALL-HIGH-AND-MIGHTY-ROYAL-PAIN-IN-MY-ASS-PRINCE FROM WHERE EVER THE HELL YOU CAME FROM!!! I HAVE SPENT DAY
AND NIGHT COOKING FOOD FOR YOU, TENDING TO YOU WHEN YOU WERE IN POOR HEALTH, AND GIVING YOU A PLACE TO STAY TO TOP THINGS
OFF, AND THIS IS THE RESPECT I GET???!!! I'LL MAKE DINNER FOR YOU WHENEVER I WANT TO, I'LL TALK TO WHOEVER THE HELL I WANT
WHENEVER I WANT TO AND I'LL DO WHATEVER ELSE I WANT TO DO WHENEVER I WANT TO!!! IF YOU WANT TO STAY HERE ANY LONGER, I SUSGEST
YOU WISE UP AND SHOW ME SOME RESPECT!!!"
"I'll give you as much respect as that lying, dirtbag, you call Yamcha. Afterall, I'm surprised he even asked you out on a date this time at night. By
now, you'd think he'd be spending his time looking for another new pathetic human to screw," Vegeta replied, smirking smuggly.
Seeing the effect this had on Bulma, Vegeta watched her foolish attempts at hiding her anger, only giving him more to smirk about.
"You know what, I don't see why I have to be dealing with this shit. If you want anything, I'll be in my room, using the one phone you haven't
Bulma stormed out in a huff, heading upstairs to her room. Vegeta glared at her retreating figure, feeling more angered with this day than ever
Stupid weakling. The only thing she's good for is making me food, Vegeta raged inwardly.
Upstairs, Bulma grabbed her portable phone and quickly dialed Yamcha's number, secretly seething with uncontrolable anger.
The nerve of that jerk! I don't see why the hell I even offered for him to stay here! All he ever does is boss me around as if I were his personal
"Yamcha! Oh, am I glad to talk to you. Listen, there's something really-"
"Can it wait till tomarrow. I-I'm kind of busy at the moment Bulma."
Bulma felt her spirits fall. Oh great! Why has nothing went my way today?
"Why Yamcha? Can't you talk for at least a few minutes?"
"Sorry, I'm really busy babe. See you tomarrow."
Bulma heard a click and the line went dead.
Sighing, Bulma hung up the phone. She then walked over to her closet to grab something else to wear but then Vegeta stormed into her room,
glaring at her in rage.
"God damnit woman! Will you cook me something to eat already?! How the hell do you expect me to figure out how to use that alien machinery
which you put food in?!"
Bulma crossed her arms in annoyance. "For starters, have you ever heard of knocking?! And second, that alien machinery is called an oven! And the
name's Bulma, not woman!"
"I'll call you whatever the hell I want! Now make me something to eat!"
Realizing that Vegeta wasn't going to leave her alone until he consumed food, Bulma gave in.
"Fine, I'll make you something to eat but only if you stop making fun of my Yamcha."
"What?! What kind of a pathetic promise is that?! I'm a prince of Saiyans and I'll make fun of whoever I please, you ungrateful human!"
How many times have I heard that one before? she thought in annoyance.
She then strolled down the stairs, making herself as calm as possible. Vegeta may have won the previous battle, but he sure as hell would never win
Entering the large, but extremely cozy, kitchen, Bulma immediately walked over to the freezer and lifted the lid, pulling out half of it's contents and
throwing food in both the stove and the microwave.
"There you go Vegeta. I'll turn it on and set the timers and when it's done you can feast on as much as you wish. Please don't bother me anymore
and consider to go fuck yourself the next time you feel like pestering me with your stupidity on the use of an oven."
And as she left, passing by Vegeta so breezilly and calmly, she literally could see his vein pounding and his face boiling with blood red anger. But,
much to Bulma's surprise, he quietly sat down, staring vaguely at the timer on the stove.
Ha! Next time think twice before arguing with a beautiful genius, Bulma mentally told him, smiling widely.
The night after, Bulma dried herself in a desperate attempt to be ready for her date with Yamcha. She rubbed the blue towel through her aqua blue
curls thoroughly, before stepping out of her private washroom and into her large bedroom.
"VEGETA!!!" she shouted angrilly, glaring at his angry, impatient form, as he sat on her queen size bed.
Vegeta snorted. "Stupid women! Think you can get out of cooking my dinner. I want food and I want it now!"
Bulma, thanking the gods that she was at least wearing a towel to cover her body, stomped over to Vegeta and roughly attempted to push him off
her bed, which barely made him move an inch.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE VEGETA!!!! I WANT TO CHANGE SOMETIME THIS CENTURY!!!!"
Still not budging, the angry saiyan replied, "So, change. It's not like I've never seen a naked woman before."
By now, Bulma had all she could take of his stubborness. She slapped him angrilly on the arm and attemtped to pull him off of her bed, which he still
did not budge.
"Vegeta..." Bulma pleaded. "I really need to get ready for my date. Please leave."
Vegeta pretended to actually care. "Oh...you poor, pathetic human. I forgot that we can survive without food but we can't survive only wearing a
towel in the middle of this planet's warmest time of year."
"Summer, Vegeta. Summer," Bulma said exasperated, as if talking to a young child. " Now go away and I'll cook you something as soon as I'm done."
Vegeta sat still, with his arms crossed, for another few moments, as if contemplating what should be done. Finally, he rose, stomping out of the
room in anger.
"Stupid fucking woman can't last a few fucking minutes without her stupid fucking clothes on," he muttered.
When he was finally gone, Bulma ran to her closet and quickly chose a dress to wear. The beautiful dark blue dress she chose reached down to her
ankles, with slits on eaither side, reaching up to her mid thighs. The top of the dress was sleeveless and spagetti strapped.
Her hair she chose to wear down, allowing her curls to cascade over her shoulders. Make-up was no problem, as she applied a violet-blue color
lipstick to match her eye shadow and her dress.
Then, grabbing a pair of short, platformed high heels, she strutted down into the kitchen, standing before Vegeta to ask him what he wanted.
"Vegeta? What do you-"
But she couldn't finish. Vegeta wasn't paying any attention to her (well, to what she was saying). He just stared at her, as if gazing upon a
beautiful angel sent from the heavens.
Bulma smirked, giving a snap of her fingers which brought him back. Shaking his head, he muttered "stupid woman" before leaving the room.
"Umm...Vegeta? Weren't you the one bitching about being hungry a half hour ago?" she asked his retreating figure.
Vegeta turned to her in annoyance. "Damn right I did! Make me something now woman!"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Well, maybe if you told me what your little heart desires, then I'd get to it. And don't expect me to make much of it. I have
to go in about 20 minutes."
"Make me whatever you fucking want! Just get it done!"
Throwing two frozen pizza's in the oven, three microwavable dinners in the microwave, a few boxes of kraft dinner in a boiling pot of water, and
some hamburger meat onto a frying pan, she began making a decent enough dinner for Vegeta.
While she was cooking, Bulma sneaked a peak into the livingroom, gazing at Vegeta as he sat shirtless on the couch, watching tv and drinking a
beer. Hmm...why does he have to look so strong and sexy? He's like some kind of Greek God, with his hot, tanned skin, dark, endless, amazing
eyes...WAIT!!! VEGETA???!!! What the hell has gotten into me??? she asked herself.
As she thought this, Vegeta turned to her, smirking as always. "Haven't you stared long enough woman? Go finish my dinner!!!"
Bulma turned away in embarassment, heading back to the kitchen.
After 20 minutes, with taco shells warm, cheese grated, vegetables cut up, and everything all piping hot and ready, she set everything down on the
table in a hurry and ran to the door to leave, when the phone rang in the kitchen (which she had replaced from the night before).
Vegeta, eating away at the dinner table, ignored the phone. Bulma then had to run into the kitchen to answer it, casting the haughty saiyan prince
a deadly glare.
"Hello? Hi Yamcha! What a surprise, I was just going to drive over to your house," Bulma exclaimed happilly.
"Haha...really babe..." he slurred.
A feminin giggle could be heard in the back and Bulma swear she heard a woman say "let's fuck". Tears sprang to her eyes as Bulma listened to the
"So, I just thought I'd call and say sorry cause I'm 'busy' right now. Let's make it tomarrow babe. You could stay all night..." Yamcha said.
Anger shot through Bulma, all of her world seeming to explode around her. Tension filled the line for a few seconds as Bulma gained control of her
emotions. She couldn't believe what was happening.
"Yamcha? Do you mean after all the trouble I went through to get ready for our date, you'd rather be sitting at home with another whore you picked
up on the side walk, instead of being near the woman that loves you more than her own life? Are you telling me you'd rather be at home, drunk,
fucking some bitch, instead of being with the woman who would die for you?" she demanded, her voice cracking.
"I'm with no one," Yamcha replied.
"YOU FUCKING, LYING, CHEATING, BASTARD!!! DON'T EVER CALL ME AGAIN!!!"
Slamming the phone down as hard as she can, Bulma stormed into the dining room and sat herself at the table, remaining as calm as possible. But,
Vegeta's laughter didn't help.
"Hahaha!!! You sure told that idiot human, woman!!!"
Tears trailed down her cheeks.
"And to think, you actually thought that moron cared about you!!!"
Finally, a heartbroken sob escaped her throat and she suddenly burst out uncontrolably.
"YOU JUST DON'T GET IT DO YOU VEGETA?!! LOVE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT EMOTION AND YOU MOCK ME FOR CARING ABOUT SOMEONE!!! I AM SO
FUCKING TIRED OF THIS!!! I JUST WISH SOMEONE WOULD FUCKING END MY MISERABLE LIFE!!!"
Her heart was completely shattered, into a million pieces. For so long, she had wanted to have her one true love along her side. She had thought
she had found him in Yamcha but she knew she had been wrong. Now, all that was left was to go through life without love.
Breaking away from the table (not to mention the shocked Vegeta), she ran upstairs into her room and slammed the door so loudly, the whole house
shook. And the whole time, Vegeta just stared ahead dumbfounded.
As much as he hated to admit it, Vegeta felt guilty for what had just happened. He thought he'd just piss her off and didn't mean to take it so far.
Fuck, why the hell should I care? I hate these damn emotions!!! She should know better than to get her hopes up with that shithead. She deserves
someone who will appreciate her beauty...WAIT!!! BULMA???!!! What the fuck am I thinking???!!!
Vegeta snapped out of it, slapping himself in the head for thinking such nonsense. Still, he did feel that tinge of guilt and decided he might as well
and go appologize to the woman.
He headed upstairs and walked over to her room, about to barge in but thought he should knock since she always bitched about his rudeness. From
outside the door, he could hear her sobs ringing in his ears. How he wished he could hold her...
FUCK!!! WHY THE HELL DO I KEEP DOING THAT???!!! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT FUCKING WOMAN!!!
"J-just go away!" she cried through the door.
But, Vegeta was too stubborn to move and just barged in her room, which didn't surprise Bulma at all. She looked over at the saiyan prince and
glared daggers at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. He was the last person she even wanted to look at, other than Yamcha.
"What part of go away don't you understand, you pig-headed son of a bitch!!! Just leave me alone!!!" she screamed with rage.
Vegeta looked to the ground, embarassed by what he was about to say. "Look woman, I just came to app... app... appolog... appologize..."
He was too embarassed to even say what he was was going to do. Bulma stopped crying and looked at him hopefully, as if a miracle were about to
happen (Vegeta...appologize!!! She'd need a miracle...).
Vegeta looked at her, his eyes boring into hers. Just looking at him, she could easilly tell this wasn't easy for him and that he felt guilty for what he
"Woma- I mean Bulma, I...I think...what I said...maybe I was...maybe a little harsh...you...you...didn't deserve what...I..."
"GOD DAMNIT!!! JUST SAY YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY ALREADY!!!" she shouted.
"FINE!!!" he shouted back. "I'M SO FUCKING SORRY AND I FEEL LIKE SHIT FOR HURTING YOU!!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SAY???!!!"
As he said that, Bulma stopped crying and smiled, for the first time, at the saiyan prince. He said he felt like shit for hurting her! Could that mean he
cared about her?
Earth to Bulma! This is Vegeta! He only cares about fighting and insulting you! Oh, and also food. Why would he care about you and why should
you care? she mentally told herself.
But, secretly, she did want Vegeta. She remembered first seeing him on Namek, trying to convince her not to fall for that evil creature...whatever
his name was...and thinking how stupid she was for wanting to date an alien. And, even now, she was wondering why he cared if she wanted to run
off with an alien. Even though he acted cold, maybe he felt the same about her...
Yeah, in my dreams!!! He's a saiyan who could care less in this planet was destroyed!!! He even tried to destroy it!!!
"Vegeta?" she asked. "Why did you feel like shit for hurting me? Usually, you don't seem to care."
"Well...maybe you misunderstood me woman...I meant...um...god, I don't even know what I fucken mean!!!"
God damnit!!! Did I just say that out loud? Me and my big fucking mouth!!! he thought. But, dende, she's perfect...SHIT!!! THIS HAS TO STOP!!!
Bulma looked at Vegeta, a million emotions racing through her at once. "Maybe you meant that you cared about me, the way I care about you..."
DID I JUST SAY THAT???!!! FUCK!!! she cursed inwardly.
Vegeta looked at Bulma. Bulma looked at Vegeta. Both were hoping for the same thing, that they were feeling the same for one another. Could it be
possible that the other loved them?
"I think I love you!" they shouted in unision.
Suddenly, everything seemed to come together. The arguing, the fighting, the emotions that ran through them everytime they were within a few
feet of eachother...it was like they knew all along...
"Damn woman...why did I have to fall for a sexy, intelligent, beautiful creature like you?" he said and slapped himself for saying that.
"Damn Vegeta...why did I have to fall for a guy who's always showing off your sexy, muscular curves, and wears those tight, black shorts that show
off your large pen-" and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand before she could finish, blushing in embarassment.
Vegeta smirked, Bulma smiled. After a moment of silence, both couldn't take it anymore and Bulma just threw herself at Vegeta, kissing him madly.
Her tongue entered his mouth and explored his so quickly but he responded right away, using more force than she was.
They both ended up falling onto Bulma's queen-sized bed, with Vegeta on top, tearing off eachother's clothing, till both were completely naked.
Vegeta's hand travelled along her body, starting from the thigh and working his way up. His saiyan instincts were taking over and he wanted her
there and then. But, he knew he'd have to have her permission before bonding with her.
He broke away from her kiss and looked deep into her eyes. "Bulma...you know...if we do this...it's for life..."
Bulma smiled, realizing he was afraid she would reject him. But, she knew she wanted this as much as he did and wasn't about to turn him down.
"I know Vegeta. And I've never been more sure of anything else," she replied.
Vegeta smirked and after a few seconds, bit into her neck. Bulma gasped, not even expecting what had just happened. His teeth dug into her skin
for a few seconds before releasing her neck and lapping up the blood that flowed out. They were now bonded.
His lips left her neck and nipped along down to her breasts, taking time to tease her and make her want him more. He licked along the skin,
sometimes sucking gently on the area around her rosy nipples. His hands reached along the area around her thighs in the process.
As he rubbed her legs, his hand reached in between her legs, prying them apart to allow his hand to enter. He rubbed along her vaginal walls, his
fingers teasing her clit and massaging her. He then pulled three fingers inside of her, hearing her give a small gasp.
His fingers probed the inside of her, sinking deeper inside. As his fingers began rythmically going in and out, small moans erupted her throat. And, to
increase her pleasure, his tongue flicked across her nipples, hardening them instantly.
He started to suckle as he continued to probe, making her back start to arch and insides become wet. Her breasts started to heave a little, her
moans asking for more. He went along faster, suckling her left breast more urgently, rubbing her right one harder and probing her even faster. After
moments of her cries and moans, she finally gave in, covering Vegeta's hand with her liquids.
Vegeta pulled his fingers out of her and sat up, licking his fingers with anticipation. He smirked down at the blue haired woman, who was now
breathing urgently, as if she had just lived through the most valuable experience of her life. But it was only getting better.
He spread her legs apart and lowered his member into her slowly, a small groan escaping her lips. He then started to pump in and out of her slowly.
As they continued, the rythym increased, his thrusts becoming more faster. Bulma's nails dug into his back and her moans were growing louder.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him as deep into her as she could. She held onto him tighter, her hands clinging onto him as her hips
began to buck and her back began to arch. Sweat started to form on the couple.
After minutes of thrusting, both began to climax. With a final thrust, they cries mingled so loudly as they released their liquids into one another and
collapsed onto the bed in exaustion. Vegeta lay beside Bulma, sweat glowing off both their bodies.
Bulma's chest heaved as she whispered one word. "Wow...!!!"
She leaned into Vegeta, resting her head on his muscular shoulder. As they lay in silence, sleep started to take over, their tired bodies not being
able to go on without rest.
"I love you," Bulma whispered.
Vegeta's eyes stared into hers, showing her all his love that he contained inside. But, within seconds, they were completely shut as he fell asleep. In
spite of this, Bulma smiled, knowing that no matter what, the Prince of Saiyans cared for her.