Leaving Vegeta to his own devices and at the mercy of the clothes fitter. Bulma exits the men's store. She’s missed shopping while she’d been traveling in space and then with building that training room, she just hadn’t had the time to indulge herself in her favorite hobby. And now she’s also eager to buy some new things to wear privately just for Vegeta.
She starts to enter the ladies shop next door but then stops. An item displayed on the jewelry store holo just beyond, has caught her eye. She stares at it for a moment then smiles thinking to herself, 'No we daren't do anything like rings yet but something like that would be perfectly innocuous and suitable for the time being.'
She continues on over to the jewelry shop and enters it instead. Heading straight to the counter she quickly explains what she wants to the clerk, indicating some special additions. It's takes a very short time to have the specified alterations done to the items. Once the work is accomplished, she pays for her purchase she places two boxes in her purse.
Returning to the ladies shop she enters and quickly heads to the lingerie section. She’s always reveled in wearing the filmy things but hasn’t had a special need for any new ones for quite some time now. But now things have changed, she smiles to herself as she looks carefully through the various selections. Wanting something unique to stir the interest of her Saiyan Prince. Finally she chooses three different items.
The first is a jet-black teddy with tiny iridescent crystals sprinkled across it making it resemble a piece of a star dusted night sky. The second is a simple skin hugging negligee, but it’s appearance and texture mimics the cascade of a silvery waterfall. Her third selection is a wickedly sexy corset. The merry widow is that delicious shade of hot pink she’s always loved with delicate black lace trim. A black satin ribbon laces provocatively the up the front, the outfit is finished with matching black silk stockings. Charging them all to her account she tells the girl that they have to be delivered to her address today.
Even at this distance she has been faintly feeling Vegeta’s increasing restlessness and even though she doesn’t want to admit it to him, she’s beginning experience a bit of distress from being separated from him too. This bonding thing is a little more than she’d expected and it looks like it’s going to take some time for her to get used to it all.
As she starts back to the men’s shop her mind fills with images of Vegeta’s reaction to the new clothes and trying to decide which one to wear for him first. Totally lost in her thoughts she collides with someone.
"Hey Bulma! What," The girl she had walked into with notes Bulma's starry-eyed look and quick blush, "or should I ask who, are you daydreaming about?"
It's Jenna, Bulma's best friend from childhood. But she isn't alone.
Tendera's with her.
Bulma is feeling a strong surge of uncharacteristic fury triggered by the other girl’s presence. She struggles to keep her facial features neutral, even as a fierce anger swells inside of her.
She had known them both all through school and even though Bulma was delighted when she saw Jenna, she’s not at all happy about seeing her friend's present companion.
Tendera, who on the surface appears nice enough, had always rubbed Bulma the wrong way. Besides being a regular little man-eater, fully bent on capturing the attentions of every male in sight. She seemed to be constantly trying to compete with Bulma for them. For some unfathomable reason, Tendera always seemed determined to try and make Bulma's love life totally miserable. The other girl had taken special delight in trying to steal every one of Bulma's boyfriends. That was the original reason that Bulma had went off looking for the dragonballs in the first place. So she’d finally have a boyfriend that Tendera would be unable to take away from her.
Bulma and Yamcha had had more than just one fight over Tendera's unrelenting attentions towards him!
"Hi Jenna,...Tendera, what's up." Bulma says as she thinks 'There was no way I'm going to let this witch get anywhere near Vegeta.'
"The same old stuff." Replies Jenna, "We heard you were away on an extended business trip, when did you get back?" "A few weeks ago, but I‘ve been real busy since then." She answers almost too casually, watching her old rival carefully.
"And how's Yamcha, we haven't seen him around for quite awhile." Says Tendera cattily.
Another surge of anger almost overwhelms her and causes Bulma to frown momentarily, then she shakes it off and says, "He's gone..., away.... On a training mission.” It’s not exactly a lie. “But he'll coming back pretty soon now." Since she’s become one with Vegeta, Yamcha is no longer really her concern, although she wouldn’t wish Tendera on her worst enemy.
Suddenly she realizes where her strong reactions are originating from. The emotional linkage she shares with Vegeta works both ways. She is reacting the same way he would when confronted with a known enemy. But she realizes that because of that bond Vegeta can never be tempted away by Tendera. Not the way Yamcha was.
Reassured by that knowledge, she adds airily, "When I see him again, I'll tell Yamcha you were asking about him, Tendera. I'm sure he'll be glad to come around to see you."
Tendera flashes puzzlement, any mention of Bulma’s boyfriend’s name from her had always set the other girl off before. "Then you're not together anymore?"
"Nah.,, we're just friends now." Answers Bulma lightly.
‘So Bulma’s found someone new!’ Tendera wonders to herself, her eyes narrow with calculation. ‘If I can figure out who, I’ll make certain that he’s not her’s for long, if ever.’
They had been proceeding to the shop's exit as they talked. Once on the street, Bulma turns towards the men's shop. Trying to ditch her companions, Tendera in particular she hurries, increasing her stride. "I've gotta go, I'm meeting someone." She waves and starts to move away from them. "Call me, Jenna."
It’s that very moment that Vegeta chooses to step out onto the street. He had changed out of Roshi’s ill-fitting clothes in the store as his mate had suggested, and these new clothes are definitely much more comfortable.
Bulma’s stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of him. He's now dressed in tight black jeans with a red sport shirt over a white tank; he looks good enough to eat.
Seeing Bulma stop dead Tendera follows the direction of her gaze and is as riveted at the sight as Bulma. ‘MMM, nice! So that’s him! No wonder she’s not concerned about Yamcha any more.’ She pokes Jenna and indicates Vegeta. “Take a look at that stud!”
After she had left him in the store, he had quickly started to feel distance lessening the influence of her lighter personality upon his darker one. Although separation normally weakens the strength of the shared emotional link, the bond itself will never completely dissolve no matter the distance or time involved. His lowering mood had begun nibbling away at the edges of the contentment he has found in her presence. Just as he had finished making his clothing choices, he sensed a sudden flare of quickly controlled anger from her. It caused Vegeta to decide not to merely wait for her return, after authorizing the clothing purchases with his requested thumbprint, he sets out to locate her, himself. Unwilling to lose the security of those peaceful contented feelings she’s gifted him with just yet. He knows their link will lead him to side her swiftly.
Bulma gazes at her mate momentarily forgetting her companions, she sighs softly thinking happily to herself, 'What a man and he's all mine.'
Vegeta looks around, spots Bulma with two other females and starts towards her.
"Whoa! Who's that hunk!?" Tendera's voice asks predatorily from right beside her.
Half turning, she finds Jenna there as well. Both girls are looking admiringly at the Saiyan Prince as he moves towards them.
Consternation flashes across Bulma’s face, 'SHIT! Now she'll have to introduce him to them after all! Well maybe, she can get it over with quickly enough so they can get out of there before Tendera tries to start hitting on him too much.'
Vegeta reaches her side in several quick strides; he crosses his arms and surveys the other two women next to her. He can sense Bulma's disgruntlement and scans them more closely. The furthest one from his mate seems harmless enough, but he recognizes the greedy look on the closer one's face. She is the one that is causing his mate’s anger. The girl’s look reminds him unpleasantly of ones he had received from some of Freiza’s more distasteful and persistent minions right after he had first been sent down to the barracks.
He sidles protectively towards Bulma.
Indicating each girl as she says their name, Bulma proceeds to introduce them, the harmless redhead is "Jenna", while the avaricious looking blond is named, “Tendera.” He can sense his mate’s distaste flare when she names the second one.
“This is Vegeta. He’s staying at Capsule Corporation for a while. I'm just showing him around to familiarize him with the city."
"Nice to meet you." The girls’ chorus then take turns shaking hands with him.
"So you're new in West City?" The one called Tendera asks, she’s seemingly reluctant to release her grip on his hand.
"Yes." With difficulty he pulls it free of her’s.
"Isn't that interesting." Tendera moves closer to him and glances at Bulma to gauge for a reaction if any, as she does so. "You really should show Vegeta some of the local nightclubs, Bulma. That way he'd get the full flavor of West City life." She sees Bulma’s eyes narrow slightly with annoyance at her proximity to him.
‘So she is interested in him, good.’ Thinks Tendera.
Jenna, as if on cue and unaware of the byplay, says, "Yeah that's a wonderful idea. Bulma we're all going over to the Starclub tonight, why don't you both come along. Everybody will be there and we can make it a belated homecoming party for you."
Bulma, starts, "I don't...,"
"Oh come on." Says Tendera as she tries to slip her arm through Vegeta's. "It'll be fun."
He stops her, and now, starts to understand the remarks Bulma had made earlier about his attractiveness. He begins to wish he had that stick she had made the reference to earlier.
This persistent female is no real threat to either his mate or himself, merely an annoyance. But it is obvious that she is trying to initiate some sort of competition between Bulma and herself. A game in which he is obviously the prize that she's striving to steal away from his mate.
Jenna whose attention is focused on Bulma, doesn’t notice the interplay between Vegeta and the other girl. "It will be, really, I promise and I haven't seen you in ages. Please Bulma, you and Vegeta come on out with us tonight."
Tendera is not put off at all by his display of reluctance, she's dealt with recalcitrant men before and eventually won them over. She smiles seductively at Vegeta. "I promise it'll be fun. We’ll make it a welcoming party for you too." She purrs seductively to the Saiyan Prince.
Bulma hasn't missed a beat of the interaction between her rival and Vegeta. Suddenly she realizes he knows exactly what's going on and that this is her chance. Since she knows without doubt that Vegeta is bonded as completely and as irrevocably to her as she is to him, there is no way that Tendera could use any of her wiles to lure him away. She can finally get some of her own back, while giving them the excuse that they need to establish the beginning of a little more public relationship.
Smiling she glances at Vegeta, then returns her gaze to her friend and agrees, "Alright, Jenna I suppose we could go out for a little while tonight. But we can't stay too late we‘ve both got a lot to do tomorrow."
Tendera in mistaken confidence, smiles slyly at Bulma’s back, thinking, ‘Tonight you can go home early as you want Bulma, but you'll be going alone, because by the end of the evening Vegeta will be coming with me!'
After arranging to meet with them at the Starclub about seven the other two girls depart.
Vegeta is puzzled, "Why are we going out to meet them tonight, if you dislike the one female so much?"
"Because, she's only one. Most of the others we'll be with are my friends." She takes his arm, "Besides it makes perfect sense for us to be seen going out with a large group of people, at first. The others know that I'm supposed to be introducing you to life on earth, trying to help you integrate into our world. This way when they being to realize what’s happening, it'll seem just like a natural progression. Especially when it appears that our relationship is starting to become more serious."
Leaning towards him to confide, "Tendera's making a play for you will be just what the doctor ordered." She hugs his arm, "It'll give me a very good excuse to suddenly become more interested and attentive towards you in public. Then when we start 'dating' no one at all will think it odd."
"So what do I do tonight when that female begins to stalk me?" He asks.
"Just be your usual cheery self,” She says with a mischievous smile, “if that doesn't put her off. Or you could even go along with it for a bit if you want." Then she glares sternly at him, "But just remember who you're coming home with." She leans closer to his ear, "And I've got a surprise for you tonight." She winks at him.
He smiles in anticipation, he has learned already, in just the short time they’ve been together, that her surprises are something to be looked forward to.
She pulls out the car capsule and with a familiar “ boomf” of expansion it appears on the street, they get in. But before she starts it, she turns to him, "I want to give you something before we go home."
Curious at what she has he turns towards her.
Bulma takes the two boxes she had purchased earlier out of her purse. Her eyes glisten with excitement as she hands him one and then opens the second. He follows her lead and finds curious object inside the box; it’s a yellow colored metal wristband with broad heavy links and a clear stone set just in front of a small engraved plaque of some kind. Pretty, but the innocent object carries sinister connotations to his eyes.
"What is this,” he looks up at her suspiciously, “what's it for?"
“You wear it on your wrist."
“I can see that.” He answers irritatedly. "It's called an ID bracelet; very close friends often exchange them.”
She takes out hers and puts it on almost casually.
He just stares at the one in his box. "Why should I? What do those markings mean?"
"Oh Vegeta!” She points at the marks, “This is your name. You can’t read our writing?” she stares at him. “No wonder you never responded to my notes!”
“Notes?”
“Those pieces of paper I slipped under your door a couple of times.”
“Those were from you? I couldn’t make out what they were for so I threw them away.”
“I never even thought about it before, you speak our language so well , I just assumed...,”
“Saiyan babies were given a biological implant at birth, it allows us to assimilate spoken languages rapidly.”
“That’s fantastic, I wonder if we could duplicate it?” She looks at him, “Do you know how it was made?”
“No, we just took the technology from the Tuffles.”
“That’s to bad.” She shrugs, then returns her attention to her gift for him.
She takes the bracelet out of his box, and turning over it over, he sees that there is another engraving on the underside of the panel. “That’s my name.”
He just raises his eyebrows at her.
"You marked me." She touches the still tender spot on her breast. "I figure it's only fair that I mark you in someway. So this is my way. It may not be as permanent or as intimate as your mark is on me but I'll know it's there."
“A female usually marks her mate in the same way he marks her.” States Vegeta with a anticipatory grin, although he‘s still troubled by the manacle she‘s offered him.
“Really?” She returns it impishly, “I may see about that later, but for now how about just wearing this okay.”
She pulls his left arm towards her and as she starts to fasten the ID bracelet onto his wrist she notices the marks left by another type of bracelet. She stops, “Vegeta!” her eyes turn tragic and she grabs his other arm and looks at that wrist, the scars match. “They chained you!”
He grimaces and pulls back his hand. “Yes.”
“Oh love..,”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He looks at the bracelet she was going to put on him, a simple thing, but still disturbing to him. “Why do you want me to have this?”
"I wanted something to link us and this isn’t really traditional like a ring, we can’t do something that obvious just yet, but good friends often exchange ID bracelets. I thought they could serve as a symbols for our bond and commitment to each other. My bracelet is identical to yours, except the placing of the names are reversed.” Her eyes are filled with concern, “But if you’d rather not wear it I’ll understand.”
It’s a small thing, he’s not exactly thrilled with idea of wearing any kind of manacle again but she sees it as something else, merely a piece of jewelry. He decides he can bear it for her sake. She’s already given him so much in exchange for so little. “I suppose I can wear it for awhile.”
She smiles pleased once more, “Put it on your left wrist, we humans believe that’s the side is nearest to our hearts."
He fumbles a little but finally fastens it.
She leans forward and kisses him.
He looks down at the gold bracelet now gleaming on his wrist, the small crystal glints a rainbow up at him from in front of his name. “What kind of stone is this?”
“It’s a diamond, my planet’s symbol of eternal love.” She replies shyly.
He jiggles it around gauging the range of it’s movements. "It’ll probably be a nuisance and just get in my way when I’m trying to train."
“If it does, just take it off.” She smiles at him.
They return to the factory and Bulma takes his hand. “I’ve got another present for you!“
She leads him to a reconverted dome garage. It’s the building he knows she’s been working in ever since they got back from Namek. Inside it is the space capsule he had first seen on his arrival, he had wondered where it had gone. She leads him towards it.
“I got to thinking about this the when we got back from Namek. It’s designed specifically for ki training.”
She opens the door revealing a large open space with a single central power column. She leads him towards the main control panel. “It’s got temperature and gravity controls, with the gravity adjustable from null to 100G’s. It’s also equipped with several training droids. They can be programmed with variable energy levels and different types of power attacks. That’s what those notes were about, I had wanted to show this to you and get your help in designing it. But Gohan and Piccolo ended up helping me instead.” She looks at him a little nervously. “I built it mostly for you, do you like it?”
He surveys the training chamber. It’s cool and silent, there are niches where the training droids are stored.
“You built this for me?” He’s amazed.
“Well on the plane you said you needed to train. And there’s really no place nearby that could withstand your energy levels, so I figured it would be best if I’d just build a place for you.” He takes her in his arms, “Even before you became truly mine, you were concerned about me and my needs.”
She nods shyly, “I think I knew even then that I wanted you to stay. I wanted you to be happy here. I just didn’t understand why.” He kisses her gratefully.
Then she shows him how to program and run the various options of his new private training area.
Finally he reluctantly follows her but not without a long regret filled glance backwards at the chamber’s entrance.
“What else should we do today?” he asks.
She looks thoughtful, “I’ve been wanting you to look at the armory. With your expertise you could maybe make some suggestions for improvements.”
Bulma wasn’t just guessing at how much the company's security systems would fascinate Vegeta. Because of his warrior background, she knew the weaponry would interest him. So much to the dismay of Capsule Corporation’s Head of Security she drafts him to show the Saiyan Prince the corporation ‘s full facilities.
“Ms. Bulma, the Nameks have all said he’s extremely dangerous. Are you sure about this.” He asks her quietly.
She looks over at Vegeta and replies the chief, “I’m as sure about him as I am about myself.” She puts her hands on her hips, “Otherwise I would never have brought him here in the first place!”
The Chief follows them reluctantly as Bulma leads the Saiyan to the Capsule Corporation high security armory.
Vegeta is finally in his element and the normally taciturn Saiyan begins to take a professional interest in his surroundings. The equipment and weaponry of Capsule Corporation intrigues him, he’s surprised to find it so extremely advanced for such a primitive culture. Already incorporating the space technologies that the science section had so recently deciphered from Raditz’ and Kakarot’s pods as well as the Namekian ship. But Vegeta’s tactical military acumen allows him to see areas where still many more applications of either the Namekian or Saiyan spacepod technology can be advantageously used to further improve Capsule Corporation’s Security.
When Vegeta begins pointing them out to the head of the section. The Security Chief only listens politely at first, with a barely veiled skepticism of this stranger's supposed expertise in the new alien technologies. But he soon realizes that this newcomer does understand the systems better than even he does himself. They begin to discuss Vegeta's suggestions for weapon and tactical improvements in a much more serious manner.
Before they’re even half finished with the tour, the chief recognizes that the Saiyan Prince’s knowledge is not only thorough, but altogether impressive. Vegeta has not only gained the other man’s respect but also now has an open invitation to return and make any more suggestions that might occur to him at anytime. By the time they’ve returned to the main office the Security Chief’s acceptance of the newcomer’s assistance has become more than just a courtesy extended because he is with the boss’s daughter. It has become the camaraderie of fellow warriors. The three spend the next hour in deep discussion.
Bulma and Vegeta return to the main building. Her parents are again seated at the patio table. Her mother is serving a light tea to Professor Briefs. They join them. "And how was your day so far, dear?" Asks Bulma's mother as she sits down next to her husband, placing a fully laden plate in front of him.
"Well we got everything done in town that we needed to and Vegeta likes the training area I built.”
She grins at him, “I don’t think he’s going to be running off anymore, since now he’s got a suitable place for training right here. I took him through the armory too today, he‘s suggest several improvements, Paul’s going to start implementing them tomorrow."
As she reaches over and places teacups and plates in front of both Vegeta and herself, she asks, “Have our parcels arrived yet?”
"Yes, they were delivered about an hour ago," her mother hands her the pot, "I had the housebots take them up to your rooms. Everything should be up there waiting for you." She smiles, "Along with those kittens , I hope they haven't gotten into anything."
"I'm sure it's fine, the kittens are probably still too interested in exploring the apartment." Replies Bulma. Then she adds, "I ran into Jenna while we were out."
"Oh good, how is she?" Responds her father.
"She just fine, but..," Bulma grimaces slightly, "Tendera was with her."
Her mother frowns slightly knowing the troubled history between her daughter and the other girl.
"They've invited both Vegeta and me out tonight." Bulma continues, "I do really want to visit with Jenna, and when she insisted we make it a belated homecoming party for me, I just couldn’t refuse. Some of my other old friends will be going along too. So it shouldn't be too bad." She shrugs.
Her mother glances at Vegeta who's absorbed in eating a rather large sandwich. "Tendera's not going to be a problem, then?"
Bulma notices her mother's look, and shakes her head almost imperceptivity, adding an assured confident smile.
"We're supposed to meet them over at Starclub about seven." She adds, "So I thought Vegeta and I might eat out tonight. I hope that's not a problem."
"Not at all dear,"answers her mother, reassured by her daughter's confidence. "You go have nice time out, tonight. But tomorrow we'll have a nice homey old-fashioned family supper.” She looks specifically at Vegeta, who realizes that he’s become the focus of attention. “All right?"
He looks at Bulma who beams at her mother, "Thanks mom, you the greatest. I promise, we'll both spend tomorrow night here at home with you two."
Even her dad smiles, he’s not certain why but he’s gotten real fond of their Saiyan visitor.
The Briefs finish eating in genial conversation, but whenever they try to draw him into the discussion Vegeta only replies in his typical monosyllables. He’s never been much at socializing, having been a loner by choice. The only thing that makes this interlude tolerable is Bulma’s presence at his side. When they finish the younger couple head for the tower.
Entering the elevator Bulma states, "Level nine."
Vegeta looks at her quizzically.
"All your new clothes were delivered your rooms." She replies to his unspoken question.
"Oh." He moves closer to her. His desire for his mate is starting faintly to stir again.
She turns to face him feeling the same stirrings as he is, slipping her arms around his waist she looks into his eyes, "And we'll need to leave them there, at least for appearances sake for awhile."
Responding, as he pulls her closer. "But nothing should stop us from taking some of them up for me to use when I’m in your apartment.
She nods in agreement, “Although we'll have to remember to drop the used ones back off afterwards."
She sighs, regretfully, "I'd rather we didn't have to go anywhere tonight, but this will work out so well for our needs."
"How is that?" He asks.
"Tendera’s going to try very hard to lure you away from me tonight," Bulma looks into his eyes, suddenly serious, "I don’t doubt that for a minute. She’s always gone after any man I’m even faintly interested in. Our rivalry goes back along time. I not certain why she does it or exactly know how or what started it, but we’ve always butted heads over boys."
“Maybe she’s jealous of you.” says Vegeta.
“Possibly, who knows?” she replies.
The elevator stops they separate and get out.
"All it ever took was for me to simply to talk to a boy and that would get her started, she'd become determined to make him her's. And if I happened to show any more than a little interest in someone or had an actual boyfriend, then she'd really go all out trying to steal him from me."
As they enter his apartment. "So she’ll definitely come after you tonight, but what she doesn't know is that she’ll actually be helping us by making everything so much easier in the long run."
She grins mischievously. "No one going to be surprised at her sudden interest in you, since you’ll be arriving with me. Or that when she starts after you that I’d react and start seeing you in something other than just a causal manner. The bunch we’ll be with all know that she and I have competed over boys and men for years. So an apparent change in my original relationship towards of you, won’t be all that unexpected. It will seem to be just my usual, natural reaction to Tendera’s showing interest in you. The odd alteration of my attitude, from that of perceiving you as another just a co-worker, to the possibility of your becoming my lover, will be accepted without any hesitation. Once she has started, I can pretend to suddenly notice it and begin to make an apparent play for you, myself."
Leading the way Vegeta stops in the bedroom, the bed had been remade but there are no signs of the parcels from the store.
"A play?" He asks, "Then it is just a game?"
She opens the closet then turns to him, "Not really, it's very serious. Tendera will be trying extremely hard to seduce you tonight. She’ll be determined to get you to leave with her at the end of the evening, instead returning to Capsule Corporation with me. And what's more once she starts, she knows that I’ll realize exactly what she’s up to and react."
All of his new clothes are hanging neatly inside, alongside the others that were already there. Even the pink BADMAN shirt has been returned, cleaned and replaced.
"I forgot, we'll have to have these moved out tomorrow." She indicates older things. But with a small smile, she decides, that she’ll have to retrieve a certain pink shirt to keep just for herself. It’s got some very special memories attached to it now.
Returning to her pervious train of thought she ponders over how to explain her rivalry in a way he could understand, as she looks over the selection of Vegeta’s clothing, "Try to think of it in terms of a battle, but one fought with the more subtle less destructive weapons, those of sex appeal and physical attraction, instead of martial arts abilities and ki powers. Because that's actually what it really is."
She glances over her shoulder at him with a smile pleased with the taste exhibited by clothing he had chosen. Nothing is garish or too outlandish looking, unlike Yamcha, he's almost conservative in his tastes. Although he did pick several more colorful shirts than she had expected. One of the reasons she had left him alone in the store was so he would feel free to make his own selections in colors and styles without her influence overshadowing his taste.
Vegeta comes over picks out a pair of dark gray dress pants and a royal blue sport shirt for their evening excursion. Bulma nods at his choices, but then also pulls out the matching gray sport coat. She looks at the selection of ties for a moment, then changes her mind. Most of the men she has known have always complained about having to wear ties. So she decides putting off introducing him to that unpleasant little earth custom just yet. Besides, she thinks just a little evilly, having him wear his shirt neckline partially open will serve to entice Tendera all the more. The clothes they've chosen for him to wear will do just fine for the restaurant and the Starclub tonight, dressy but still casual.
"So when this Tendera female starts to make her 'play' for me, I'm supposed to feign interest in her." He states.
"If you want to.., or not it's up to you. That's not the real point of our doing this tonight. The main thing is she'll try and then I'll be able to have a suitably jealous reaction to her attempt." Taking them off their hangers she carefully lays his clothing on the bed, and walks over to the dresser.
"When we first get to the club, I'm not going to be much more than just casually friendly towards you. I’m supposed to barely know you after all, we're only supposed to be acquaintances, possibly future co-workers." Opening the top drawer she takes out a pair of jockey shorts and a set of clean socks placing them with his other clothes. "I'll start with introductions, then leave and let you fend for yourself for a while as I spend time talking with some of my old friends. That’s more than likely when Tendera will start working on you."
She surveys the selection.
"There now you're all set with what to wear for tonight ." She smiles at him, "Do you want to stay here and get ready alone," or with a wink of enticement, "or would you rather come upstairs with me."
He acts as if he’s going to make a grab for her and she dodges.
"I’ll take that as a yes to my invitation." She carefully picks up his clothes, handing him the pants and undergarments, while she drapes the shirt and jacket over her arm careful not to cause unnecessary wrinkles, they head back to the elevator.
Once inside she says, "I hate to have to just abandon you to Tendera’s mercies at first, but for this to look natural I’ll have to."
"I understand," he smiles just a little evilly, "it's a diversionary tactic. To make her think she has an unopposed field of operation."
She looks at him as the elevator stops and the doors open, "Exactly! You do understand now."
He nods, "And I think I will encourage her just a little. It will make this victory of yours all the more bitter for her to swallow." He says as they head for the bedroom.
She grins at him, “You are evil. But I love it!”
They enter the room where they're greeted with a sudden playful attack on their ankles.
Bulma grins down at the kittens, "You little scamps."
She looks over at Vegeta who's trying to shake Saiyan's claws free of his pant’s leg and she starts to giggle.
Meanwhile Princess is vainly attempting to disembowel Bulma's shoe. Vegeta spots her kitten and they both break into peals of laughter at the pair's antics.
"They've ambushed us," says Vegeta through his laughter as he finally frees himself.
He places his clothing on a nearby chair and then pulls Princess off Bulma’s foot.
"Thanks I was afraid I'd step on her if I tried to move." Bulma takes his jacket and shirt to her closet and hangs them on a couple of extra hangers.
Their moods lightened by the kittens, the pair begin to bask in each other presence once again. The Saiyan mating bond is enhanced and deepened whenever they are alone together. Freed from the concerns and distractions of interacting with others they can fully open up to one another once more. Beginning to sense each other's emotions strongly again.
"Why don't you grab a shower," She sees his crestfallen look and smiles, "I'll join you there in a few minutes."
Turning back to her clothes closet she surveys the selection. What to wear? She’ll need it to be something dressy but neutral seeming at first. But also something that can be quickly transformed into eye popping sensuality in a matter of seconds. Rummaging through her outfits, she finally chooses a form fitting black skirt with pink roses printed on the black chiffon overskirt. She has a black silk jacket that when fully closed is very modest looking. But by wearing it unbuttoned with just the right blouse underneath it can become an extremely provocative ensemble. So now all she needs a extremely sexy shirt. Glancing through them, she notes that her newest purchases had been hung in the closet, and that the color of the pink corset is a perfect match to the shade of the roses on the skirt. It occurs to her that she could handily wear it under the suit to be revealed later almost like a blouse. With a quick nod, she decides to do just that.
Keeping the jacket closed until just the right moment, when she's ready to start her campaign for Vegeta’s attention. Then she can open and discard the jacket. That'll show Tendera, that Bulma’s fully capable of competing at being sexy if she really wants to.
Decision made, she goes to find out what her favorite Saiyan is up to.
Vegeta's already in the shower, she discards her clothing and silently slips in behind him.
He starts at the unexpected touch from behind; momentarily the old childhood terror response is triggered. Defensively his power flares, but is quickly suppressed by the touch of her small soft fingers with their gentle caresses, so totally different, from the calloused and brutal male hands remembered from the hell of his childhood.
She reacts to his start and flare of energy not fully understanding the cause but sensing his intense disquietude. She begins to massage his shoulders, when he relaxes she starts to stroke her hands down his back and sides. Pressing her body to his, she rubs her cheek against him as her arm snakes over his shoulder to tweak one of his nipples. His tail stub twitches, and it’s movements stimulate her when it contacts the crevasse where her thighs join her body. He shivers and she starts kissing the base of his neck as if trying to reassure a nervous fearful animal.
Her hands linger down his muscular back, slowly retracing the tracks her nails made the night before. She fingers the long narrow scars, stretched and faded by the long passage of time, that crisscross his back wondering how a child could have endured such horrible pain.
He begins tensing again but then relaxes with pleasure when he feels her breasts once more brush enticingly against his back.
Her arms embrace him as she reaches around to tease at his nipples with her fingers again. Then bringing her hands back, she brushes aside the soapsuds and begins to nibble down the side of his neck, her mouth follows the ridge of muscle to the cusp of his shoulder.
He starts to turn to face her but she pushes at him, to stop his motion, so he remains with his back to her. Fighting the old evil memories but willing to see what she will do. She presses against him forcing him to lean forward till his hands are firmly braced against the tiles. The position stirs some of his worst fears, but still he waits.
Then she slowly starts kissing down the valley of his back, her fingers tenderly tracing each scar that they encounter. Her soft lips caress the old cruel wounds from the brutal lashings he had endured as a defiant child as well as the more honorably earned battle scars.
Exploring and discovering every inch of him. She bestows soft fluttering butterfly kisses upon each discovery, soothing old injuries and banishing the evil memories one by one. Finally reaching the base of his spine, pausing to gently the lick at the root of his tail stump, then she takes it into her mouth caressing it with lips and tongue. He raises his face to the ceiling trembling, his flesh stippling in ecstasy and his long hair brushes the back of her neck as his manhood leaps to arousal.
Her breasts press up under his firm buttocks as she wraps her arms around his slim hips to caress his solid loins. As she grasps his growing shaft with one hand, it leaps higher at her touch. Her own body burns with desire as well, but she reins her need in, concentrating on giving him pleasures he has never known.
Moving around to the front, she positions him again so she can kneel down before him, kissing the head of his masculinity, she caresses it's rim with her tongue.
He tenses again this brings back more horrible memories from his past. Memories of pain filled nights spent in Frieza quarters at the mercy of the fiend and his favorites.
Drawing her fingers up and down its increasing length, she fondles him. As she does she feels small ridges along the length of his shaft. Her eyes drink in his the wonder of his size then squints as she sees the tiny scars her fingers had encountered. It looks as if razors had been drawn up and down it’s length. Tears start in her eyes for her mate, what had those monsters done to him?
As her hands encircle the massive pole as it continues it’s steady rise before her. She takes the swelling tip into her mouth, causing exquisite tingles, to shake him, driving him wild with her tongue's antics. The touch of her teeth are gentle caresses not the tearing torments of the past.
The water courses over them, as he collapses back against the other wall with the intensity of his pleasure. She is doing undreamt of things to him. No one had ever caressed him like this before, when they had done this it was only to inflict more pain on him for their pleasures. He had been forced many times to do what she is doing for others, but none had ever done it for him. Her hands stroke his shaft, then one continues down to gently cup beneath it, capturing the greatest of his treasures and begins to gently knead. He shudders under the surges of new sensations she is causing him to experience.
She shivers in response, ‘Soon, soon she comforts herself, just a little more for his joy.’
Her ministrations have ignited passions stronger than he has ever felt before. Unable to stand it any longer, he pulls her up, easily lifts her from her feet and enters her. Her arms slip about his neck, her legs wrap firmly about his waist as her lips fasten onto his. They move in tandem, their lips part and her moans begin to match his in intensity and their climax is swift and explosive. She collapses shuddering in his arms. Their tears of joy concealed by the cascading water.
Vegeta looks at her, leaning softly spent against his body. He gently lowers her to her feet, and holds his mate tenderly in his strong arms. Contemplating the sudden change in his fortunes.
How different his view of this world has become in such a short time. A few months ago he had arrived on this planet, with the full intention of eliminating the renegade Kakarot and his friends, then destroying all life upon it. When he was defeated by Kakarot and his friends, Vegeta was determined to find the Namekian dragonballs make his wish for immortality and then return to wreak vengeful havoc on this same planet and all of it’s inhabitants. Now because of Bulma he has had a complete turnabout, he will do whatever is in his power to protect her and his new home.
His life had been suddenly and irrevocably changed by the weak fragile human female he is now holding in his arms. Her unexpected understanding and sympathy for him is almost unbelievable. Her confidence and love has shaken his own concepts of himself to the core.
He had always perceived himself as a coldly emotionless warrior, a creature irrevocably tainted with evil, with but one burning objective in life.
He had viewed all emotions but hatred and anger, as weaknesses suitable only to lesser beings.
Useless things that needed to be excised and discarded from a true warrior. He had fought, and he had thought, successfully, to purge those feeblenesses from himself. But with their bonding she had proved him wrong, about everything. Astonishingly, he could even feel the additional strength he had gained from mating with her, and he was growing stronger with each encounter. Her belief, confidence and love were empowering him.
Was this how Kakarot got his amazing strength? Were the simple emotions of love and friendship really that powerful? It seemed ridiculous, but he could not deny his feeling of increased energy and confidence.
To be certain he would need to test his strength, but that would have to wait for tomorrow. Tonight he would observe his mate in her battle. Already knowing her victory was assured, but still interested in what her plan and tactics would be against her cunning rival.
Bulma straightens, and looks into his eyes, "That was just so you won't be to tempted by Tendera, tonight."
He gives her one of his calculating smiles, "If this is what I can expect from you there's no chance I'll ever be interested in anyone else."
She laughs delightly. “You truly are insatiable!"
Quickly they finish showering, soaping each other up and rinsing off, but not without a lot of tender playfulness included in the process.
Then exiting the shower stall they dry each other off. Returning to the bedroom Bulma heads into her walk-in closet room.
"Here‘s your clothes, Vegeta. You can get dressed out there in the bedroom, I'll get ready in here."
"Why?" He asks curiously, starting to follow her.
"Because I said to," she hands him his shirt and jacket, pushing him back out and firmly closes the closet door in his face. "And don't you dare peek!"
He’s tempted to do just that, but correctly surmises that this is to be part of her strategy for tonight, so resists it.
Bulma wants to be certain to conceal her seductive pink secret weapon. It will be better if his first reaction is one of total surprise when he first sees it on her at the club. It will serve to make their deception of only being just casual acquaintances seem even more real to the onlookers. She surveys herself in the mirror, satisfied by the wickedly sexy feeling she gets before she puts on the jacket.
Finally ready she emerges from the dressing room to join Vegeta. If it’s possible, he's even handsome than before.
She takes his arm, saying , "You know it's going to be awfully hard for me to feign indifference at first towards you tonight. You've just got too much damned animal magnetism."
"What's that?" He asks.
"You make every woman that looks at you want to rip your clothes off." She drools at him.
"You only feel that way because of the mating bond," he responds.
"Maybe, but I don’t think so, didn't you notice how both Jenna and Tendera had trouble tearing their eyes off you today." She reminds him.
"Not to mention every girl on the street turning to look as they walked past us. Even here at the factory, the female employees are always staring at you. And even my mom thinks you’re sexy too.”
He shakes his head; "The only ones I’ve noticed were you and that annoying one. And the only reason I noticed her was because she irritated me!"
Bulma stares at him in consternation. He really isn’t aware of the full effect he has on women.
"Vegeta, you better start understanding something before we go out anywhere. You're an incredibly attractive man and any woman in her right mind can see that right away."
He senses her concern but doesn’t understand it.
She turns to face him, "Tonight you'll be exposed to a whole bunch of females with only one aim. They're all out seeking that one perfect man to make their own. Until Tendera makes her move on you, I have to pretend that I don't find you anymore interesting than any other man that’s there. So chances are that there will be several women that approach you before that happens."
"I .., think I understand." he says.
"You better, you're going to be exposed to a bunch of men hungry women. Who are all ultimately, out looking for possible husbands. And as long as they think you’re available you're going to the top of their lists once they get a real good look at you."
He looks at her in disbelief.
She shakes her head, saying "Just try not to encourage anyone too much, okay?" His naiveté about his effect on women is as bad as Goku's in general.
‘Saiyans, they've got to be the most single-minded race in the universe! All they ever seem to think about is training ,fighting, and eating. Nothing else seems to penetrate their thick skulls.......’ Then she smiles. ‘Well maybe one other thing!’
She slips her arm back into his and they head out.
After an early leisurely dinner at a nice restaurant, they head over to the Starclub. Jenna, Tendera and several others greet them upon their arrival. Music is thumping loudly in the background; even with his keen battle experienced senses he can barely make out the introductions. Jenna gleefully pulls Bulma away from his side, to greet an eager young man.
Bulma smiles in apparent recognition at the stranger and hugs him affectionately.
Vegeta suppresses a sudden urge to blow the other male to bits, grab Bulma and leave.
She senses his reaction and glances warningly at him for a moment then returns her attention to the other man.
Almost immediately, as Bulma had predicted, Vegeta is surrounded by the admiring females in the group including, Tendera, who is clearly the most persistent.
When the music stops, their party moves to settle around a large table that they had reserved earlier. When the seating is completed, it's apparent that Tendera had managed not only to get herself insinuated right next to him, but that Bulma has allowed herself to be shifted several places away, leaving the other girl unhindered access to Vegeta.
He glances at Bulma, who has already embarked on her campaign of feigned indifference. She is busy talking with yet another male, her arm linked companionably with his. Vegeta barely controls his jealous anger at the other’s proximity to his mate. He turns to Tendera, who is trying to gain his attention by sidling so close that it seems as she it attempting to sit in the same spot he is occupying. He smiles at the annoying female.
He senses a flash of displeasure equaling his own and from it knows his mate is not as unconcerned as she outwardly seems.
This girl is positively aggressive. And he is utterly repelled by her attentions, her onslaught reminds him entirely too much of his early life in the barracks but as agreed upon with his mate he feigns some interest in her.
The music starts again and Tendera tries to pull him up to take to the dance floor. He shakes his head in negation and she gives up. Instead she begins to stroke her foot up and down his leg; one of her hands disappears beneath the table to end up resting on his inner thigh. He can feel her slowly inching it upwards.
Then he notices that Bulma has risen and started dancing with the man she had embraced earlier, Vegeta watches her gyrations in fascination. The tempo is as swift as a that of a battle and her movements match the music’s beat precisely. She's so beautiful, unwillingly his body reacts to the sight of her.
Suddenly he feels Tendera's hand on his crotch. The girl misinterprets his reaction. "Well, we're certainly starting to get friendly now!" She purrs to him, as her arm slinks up around his shoulder and she licks the end of his ear. She draws her leg possessively over his and the licks become nibbles. It’s strange, that something that can be so enticing when Bulma does it, is completely repugnant when Tendera attempts it. He pulls away from her, barely managing to hide his disgust.
The music changes it's beat and a slower rhythm starts. Bulma slips into the other man's arms and their bodies move close, not quite but almost touching, they sway slowly to the music.
His fury builds, but he controls it.
This time when Tendera tries to draw him to the floor he allows her to lead him. Taking the other girl in his arms as he sees the other males are doing he slowly maneuvers her towards where Bulma is dancing with her partner.
She glances up and sees him thoroughly entangled with Tendera. The girl is practically grinding herself up against him in her efforts at distracting and seducing him.
He sees and feels Bulma’s anger flare, it’s quickly masked, by a smile for her dance partner.
Vegeta's quickly exchanged glance with his mate is all that's needed. Her eyes narrow, its just about time. She gives him a small almost imperceptive nod as they sway past each other.
The music finally ends and they all return to the table. Bulma manages to set herself beside Vegeta this time on the side opposite Tendera, who is clinging to his arm like some sort of repulsive parasite.
"Oh, I'm so hot," says Bulma fanning herself with her hand and leaning back to emphasis her heaving chest. She has to only to slightly counterfeit her breathlessness. "I haven't danced this much in ages."
She orders a drink. Then partially opens her jacket, parting it just enough to flash an enticing glimpse of her decollage.
As all the men at the table's eyes widen, Tendera’s narrow.
Bulma turns to Vegeta and places her hand on his arm; "I really should dance the next set with you, Vegeta." She glances warningly at Tendera, "Since you could say that you're my date." It turns into an almost venomous glare.
The other members of the party recognize the familiar signals, they exchange amused glances. Bulma and Tendera are at it again, both of them competing for the new guy, Vegeta. They wonder who will win the game this time. From the way she is draped all over him at the moment, it seems as if Tendera has the primary advantage even though he did initially arrive with Bulma.
Bulma's cocktail arrives and she gulps it down thirstily then unhesitatingly orders a second. She opens the jacket a bit further spreading the lapels wide, then as if to cool herself more starts flapping the sides. The glimpse becomes tantalizing flashes of her delectable flesh barely concealed by the edges of hot pink corset's top.
Tendera has her hand firmly on Vegeta's arm. Vainly attempting to keep his attention away from Bulma's ploy. "But, Bulma, darling, as soon as you got here you ran off with Jenna, then started cuddling up with Pete, then got cozy with Jared and finally ended up dancing with Pete again. I was sure that Vegeta felt all alone and abandoned, so I was just trying to keep him company." She lays her head possessively against his shoulder.
Bulma’s second drink arrives and she throws it back without a pause. Then orders a third one.
Several of the group exchange glances, Bulma was well known in the past for losing her inhibitions after having a couple of drinks. And if her present actions are any indication, this is going to be an extremely interesting evening.
But time has passed and over the years Bulma has developed a tolerance for alcohol, unknown to her friends.
"You know Jared and Pete are both very old friends of mine, I was just renewing a couple of old acquaintances." Replies Bulma icily. "This is supposed to be my homecoming party!"
Her third drink arrives; she downs this one quickly as well and orders yet another.
"Of course, dear. But it's also a welcoming party for Vegeta and I'm sure we're all going to become very good friends." Tendera responds snidely.
Her plan is working. Bulma exults silently as her last drink arrives.
She cocks her head as if considering, "You know you're absolutely right." She swiftly swallows the drink, and shrugs off her jacket completely, finally and fully revealing the elusive vision barely clad in pink silk and black lace.
Her ravishing beauty stuns Vegeta.
Bulma smiles inside at his reaction, she knew he'd love her in this.
She's knows that she’s more that just stunning in the corset, it’s uplift and constriction makes her positively voluptuous looking.
Not a single man at the table can pull their eyes from the alluring swell of her breasts, the luscious curves of her bared shoulders and a long slender seductive throat that seems to be begging to be kissed. She's become so beguiling a vision that she even attracts the appreciative gaze of several other of the male club goers and drawing frowns of displeasure from their female partners.
"And since I'm supposed to be his official welcoming committee, I'll just see that he really gets a proper welcome."
The music starts up again, and she links her arm through Vegeta's, pulling him from Tendera’s grip before the other girl can react.
He had seen enough of the other participants dancing that he now feels confident in trying a faster tempo. This dancing is little different than modified battle moves, and he has always been a quick study. So he let's Bulma guide him out to the dance floor. Leaving Tendera thwarted and fuming at the table behind them, until she gets one of the other male members of their party to ask her to dance.
The whole group finally ends up on the floor. As the music changes, the others sometimes exchange partners. Tendera tries, as well as some of the others, to vainly attract either Vegeta or Bulma's attention several times for such trade-offs but the couple ignore all attempts, once again fully absorbed in each other.
Vegeta now seems to be totally captivated by Bulma, much to the other girl's disgust. And the amusement of the rest of the party.
Vegeta and Bulma remain on the dance floor through the rest of the set. It ends with a long slow romantic dance, by then the couple is oozing the pure sensuality that their bond facilitates during physical contact. By the time it's over it's obvious to all that Bulma has won not only the this battle for Vegeta but also the war itself.
And Tendera’s livid.
The entire club had slowly become aware of the little drama. Everyone there had watched as the chemistry had ignited and grew between the couple. The pair had seemed to sizzle with their growing passion. It had enraptured the watching crowd, Bulma and Vegeta almost seemed to be glowing with sexual energy. When everyone returns to the table, the couple manage to sit as far from Tendera as possible.
After several more dances and drinks the pair make their farewells.
As they walk away, Vegeta overhears Tendera remarking to Jenna, "Well, I guess Vegeta's going to have a nice warm welcome in his bed tonight after all,... unfortunately, it won't be from me." Then with a touch of a viciousness. "I just hope Bulma has one hell of a hangover tomorrow."
They leave and swiftly return to Capsule Corporation.
Entering the elevator, Vegeta asserts himself, "Level nine."
When it stops, he scoops her up in his arms and carries her into his apartment, straight to the bedroom. He places her on the bed.
"Vegeta what are you doing." She asks as he takes off his jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt.
"We're staying here tonight," he tells her, "in my place.”
He stops to regard her, "I overheard enough from the other males tonight to realize that this would be the usual course of events." Then he sheds the shirt. "According to human customs, I'm supposed bring you back to my place for our first mating."
"Normally, but it's not like we haven't..," she starts to reply.
He interrupts, "But everyone thinks we haven't, so shouldn't we follow what would be the norm. That way it would be more believable, for realism's sake?"
She thinks for a minute watching him slip off his shoes and socks. He is right and after this they wouldn't have to be quite as discrete.
"All right, but from now on we'll alternate rooms at night." She slips off her jacket.
He grins at the sight of her.
"I've been eager all night to see what else is under that outfit." He leers appealingly at her.
She stands, unzipping the skirt as she pirouettes, it drifts off her hips, leaving her clad only in the pink and black corset, high heels and stockings. She had purposely refrained from wearing any underpants, knowing that it would make it easier for her to feel sexy at the club while they were out and then make him even more eager when he realized how open to him she had been all night.
He growls at her. "Woman that was wicked, if I had known I would have taken you right there in front of everyone, you'd better come over here right now!"
She can see his reaction from the bulge rising in his pants.
She walks slowly towards him; “You'd better get rid of these."
She reaches over to undo his pants then slips her hands inside as she tries to grasp him. She starts to sink to her knees beginning to push them off his hips, but he grabs her and pulls her back up into his arms.
"No! Not this time, I want to explore you!”
He carries her to the bed, laying her down he starts kissing hollow of her throat. With one hand, he unties her corset slowly pulling the ribbon lacing free of each restraint. His face begins to descend her body following the parting silk. Her scent fills his nostrils, he tastes her saltiness on his lips when each lingering kiss is followed by his tongue’s leisurely exploration as he makes his way down the vale between the mountains of her soft breasts as he opens the corset eyelet by eyelet. Reaching her navel her licks at it testing it’s depth with his tongue.
She runs her hands over his broad hard shoulders, then combs her fingers through his long dark hair. Marveling again at how sensuous it feels! His caresses make her shudder.
She slips the high heels from her feet and they fall to the floor with soft thumps as her knees come up to arch and spread on either side of him, her toes curl in anxious anticipation.
His lips begin to warm her, feeling like hot brands against her flesh.
His other hand moves from her hip to cup over her moist cavern, hovering, his fingers flicker up and down just brushing across her mound, questing. Reflexively she clenches her fists in his hair tangling it about her fingers, he can feel her inadvertently pulling it as she responds with quivers of sudden pleasure.
The corset is finally open and he caresses her flank with one hand, then kneads her breast with the other, trapping the nipple tip between the sides of his fingers. Little spikes of pleasure/pain course out from it, through it, to her very center.
Breathing heavily she untangles her fingers from his hair, releasing her grip from its silken strands. She grasps wildly at the coverlet.
His searching fingers return to begin to fondling her soft folds, tickling them until they moisten, swelling apart, to open the way to her heated channel. He slips one finger into the revealed tunnel, just to see what her reaction would be, her hips jerk at its entry. She tangles the coverlet in her fists, then thrusting upwards against his hand as if seeking more.
He stands and swiftly removes his pants, then returns to her. Descending fully to the place nestled between her thighs; he grasps her hips firmly as he tries to emulate her actions from earlier that afternoon. Burying his face against her core, he can sense her flesh quivering. His nostrils fill with the scent of her heat, as he tastes her femininity, finding her nub of desire by chance, as he flicks at it with his tongue. He is startled as she bucks in response. Intrigued he licks at it again, and she moans, twisting her head from side to side. Encouraged by her reaction he starts to suckle at it, as if nursing, pausing to caress her folds with his tongue from time to time then nibbles at her gently.
She is growing frantic, unable to do anything but writhe in need. She wants him so badly that it almost hurts.
Fully intoxicated with desire and unable to wait any longer she begs for him, "Now! Vegeta! Oh please.” she cries frantically “NOW! NOW!"
He comes back up, her ardor has fanned his and he enters her. Their rhythm almost matches the music they had danced to earlier. Swiftly they come to completion, utterly spent they fall asleep in one and other's arms.
And both Vegeta and Bulma are well warmed that night indeed.
Continued in-Chapter Five: Realities-Rated PG17