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A Losing Battle	By : BlazeEBlake_TD Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bulma sat before a large vanity and mirror, nervously twisting the hem of her white silk robe as her mother, ChiChi, and Launch simultaneously worked at her newly bob-cut hair and makeup. Perhaps she would have been more at ease if the planning stages of the ceremony set to take place that day hadn’t gone so eerily well. Almost immediately following Vegeta’s surprise proposal a few short months ago, Bulma and her mother had dived into wedding preparations. From beginning to end they scrambled like mad women to make various arrangements, send out announcements and invitations, and reserve a location that would ensure them the utmost privacy. Of course, they could have taken their time and given themselves a bit of breathing room, but Bulma felt that to go about this with anything less than absolute urgency was to risk her groom having an abrupt but not atypical change in temperament, and suddenly refusing to participate.
All in all, everything had fallen into place quite nicely. They had managed to book a small but lavish seaside resort entirely for themselves and, with the exception of the now permanently absent Goku, all of her friends had delightedly accepted her invitation. For his part, the Saiyan Prince had been uncharacteristically cooperative throughout the entire process. Though Bulma hadn’t involved him in much of her planning, the bits that had required his participation had been surprisingly painless. He had even gone so far as to estimate a birth date for the birth certificate she had taken painstaking means to obtain while organizing the required paperwork. There had been a few moments, particularly a failed attempt by Roshi and Yamcha at a bachelor party and an argument over tuxedo fittings, where she though Vegeta might have thrown his hands up and abandoned the arrangement completely. But once everything was said and done he had mostly managed kept his cool. Now that the day was finally here, Bulma could only hope that the actual ceremony went as smoothly.
“Bulma sweetie!” Her mother tsked softly, “Stop fidgeting or I’ll smear your eyeliner!”
“Sorry mom,” she replied distractedly, “I’m just a little on edge is all.”
“Wedding day jitters,” ChiChi reminisced with a sigh, “Even I had them, and I wasn’t marrying… Well, uh-”
“The grumpiest man on earth?” Bulma suggested, “It’s ok to say it. He is.”
“Aw Vegeta’s a lovely man!” Bunny said, “He just gets a little cranky sometimes.”
“Well,” Launch said thoughtfully, “I don’t really know Vegeta all that well, but if he’s good enough for you Bulma, then he must be something special. I think everything is going to be fine.” Bulma smiled and relaxed her tense shoulders a bit. Maybe her old friends were right; she just had a few jitters, no cause for any real concern at all.
Suddenly she heard the beginnings of a commotion in the hallway outside of her hotel room.
“Hey man, come on!” She heard Yamcha cry, “Shouldn’t you be dressed? And anyway don’t you know it’s-”
“Out of my way weakling!” Vegeta’s voice cut in, “You’re lucky I even allowed a low class, so-called warrior such as yourself to attend this ceremony. Step aside before I revoke my charity… violently.”
“Better do what he says Yamcha,” Piccolo’s voice cautioned, “It’s not worth one of his tantrums.”
“You could be dealt with in the same manner, Namekian,” Vegeta shot back, “Now where is she?” There was a brief silence before the crash of what was undoubtedly the disgruntled Saiyan’s fist pounding on the door.
“Woman!” He boomed, “I demand your presence at once!”
“No chance bud!” She called out, rolling her eyes, “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
“To hell with your idiotic superstitions! Open this door immediately!”
“If you want to talk, we do it like this or not at all!” She heard the man growl and fall dangerously silent. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if he had left or if he was preparing to break down the door in spite of her protests.
“You’re son and that bumbling companion of his,” he began tersely, “It appears they have made off with that ridiculous garment you insisted on purchasing for this occasion. I’ll have none of your screeching when you find me clothed in my usual armor.”
“Oh!”, Bulma exclaimed, jumping up and nearly knocking her mother over, “I completely forgot! One sec!” She hurried over to one of the many bags she had brought with her and began rifling through it until she came upon a single capsule.
“Here,” she said, handing the tiny container to Launch before taking her seat and allowing her mother to resume her last minute touches to her make up, “Give this to him but don’t let him in.”
“Gee, I don’t know Bulma,” Launch replied, glancing at the door, “He sounds pretty upset. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if you just-”
“Sorry about this,” Bulma interrupted, spritzing a puff of perfume at her. The woman let out a high pitched sneeze and was suddenly blonde and smirking.
“Don’t worry Bulma,” she said, “I’ll make sure that punk stays put.” With that, Launch walked to the door and pulled it open just a crack.
“What?” She heard Vegeta say, “Who are-”
“Take this and quit your complainin’” She spat, dropping the capsule just outside the door and slamming it shut. Bulma waited tensely for a few moments before releasing a deep breath as his low grumble receded down the hallway.
“Now that he’s outta the way,” Launch said with a grin, “Whatta you ladies say we-” Bulma sprayed another cloud of perfume at her friend, bringing forth another sneeze and returning her to they way she had been moments before.
“Oh my,” Launch coughed, “That perfume tickles my nose. Sorry Bulma. I didn’t do anything crazy did I?”
“Not at all,” Bulma replied, “You were perfect.”
“I think we’re all done here,” Bunny said, stepping back to admire her handywork, “Time to put on your dress!” Bulma stood up and walked over to the lacy white, strapless, mermaid-cut dress hanging in the room’s small closet. With the help of her three attendants, she took down the gown and stepped into it carefully.
“There we go!” Chichi cried, zipping up the back for her, “You look amazing!”
“Look at my little girl!” Bunny agreed tearfully as she handed her daughter her veil, “I can’t believe you’re finally getting married!”
“Mom don’t cry,” Bulma cautioned gently, “You’ll get me going and then both of us will ruin our faces.”
“Alright, I’ll try.” Taking up her bouquet, Bulma hurried out of the room and down the hall, her friends and mother trailing closely behind her. When she reached the back entrance of the resort, she found her father waiting beside two opaque glass doors, behind which stood the beach and the aisle that lead to the altar.
“My dear,” Dr. Briefs gasped, “You look stunning.”
“Thanks dad!” She said with a soft smile.
“See you out there!” Launch chimed in brightly as she opened the door and, along with ChiChi, and Bunny, quickly stepped through it and out onto the carpeted walkway.
“Ready?” Dr Briefs asked, offering his arm.
“I think so. Yes.” Bulma said, nodding firmly and taking his elbow With that, her father pushed open the double doors and began leading her down the aisle.
Chairs sat in a few short rows on either side of the path, smiling friends new and old taking up each seat. At the top of the lane, beneath an archway planted in the sand and covered in flowers, stood the priest, Trunks and Vegeta, both Saiyans clad in armor that Bulma herself had crafted. Vegeta’s outfit, with its long red cape and broad shoulder pads, had taken the most time. She had wanted it be as authentic and regal as possible, and had had to tease little details out of him gradually so as not to give away her plans. And though the Saiyan’s face was as unreadable as it ever was, something in his eyes, told her that she had done right.
Once they reached the awning Bulma let go of her father’s arm, allowing the man to take a seat in a front row chair beside her already sobbing mother, and came to stand beside Vegeta with an irrepressible grin.
“Were you surprised?” She whispered as they turned to face one another.
“Even on a day like today you couldn’t resist your usual trickery, could you?” He returned with a smirk and short shake of his head.
“You were surprised. Admit it.”
“I will admit to no such thing.”
“Ahem,” the priest coughed, “May we begin?”
“Yes!” Bulma said, blushing, “Sorry.”
“Indeed. Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Bulma Briefs and, uh… Vegeta Prince of All Saiyans… If anyone in attendance feels that these two should not be joined-”
“No one would dare defy my will human,” Vegeta said quietly, “Move on to the rest of your pedantic speech.”
“Sir I beg your pardon,” the priest began, “But-”
“Please, it’s fine,” Bulma insisted.
“Fine,” the man sighed, “Prince Vegeta, do you take this woman--”
“I do,” Vegeta said impatiently. The priest paused and attempted to glare at him but was immediately rebuked by the Saiyans own warning stare.
“Hehe!” Bulma heard Roshi chortle, “That’s the spirit son! Better to hurry up, she’s not getting any younger!” Bulma was almost at once satisfied to hear the sound of something hard clanging against the back of Roshi’s head and was silently grateful to ChiChi.
“A-and do you Bulma,” the flustered man continued, “Take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?”
“Sure do!” Bulma said brightly.
“Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride--I mean, if that’s what you would like to do…” Before Vegeta could react, Bulma place her hands on his chest and kissed him gently on his lips, amidsts claps and cheers from the onlookers.
“Woman!” Vegeta balked, pulling away, “Control yourself!”
“Relax,” she giggled, “That’s just how it’s done.”
“This planet’s vulgarities know no bounds.” Bulma laughed and kissed the man again, inciting another fit of outrage

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Vegeta leaned against the railing of the resorts patio dining area, impatiently waiting for the woman to finish with her lengthy goodbyes. The celebrations had carried well into the evening and while the food had been satisfactory and the guests only mildly bothersome, he was ready to take his leave of all of this nonsense.
“That was a really nice ceremony!” The bald man said, “Vegeta really looked like a prince in that fancy getup.”
“What about the reception?” The pig countered, “Talk about a spread!”
“I was impressed,” the blonde android added, “We’ll definitely have to talk about my wedding next time we get together.” Vegeta scoffed audibly but they took no notice of him.
“This was wonderful Bulma, thank you so much for having us!” Kakarot’s widow exclaimed, hugging his bride tightly.
“Yeah, thanks Bulma!” Gohan said warmly, “And congratulations!”
“The food was real good!” Goten added, rubbing his belly, “And also I like your hair! It looks like how my brother used to wear it when he was little.”
“Goten!” ChiChi scolded, pulling away from the embrace.
“It’s ok,” Bulma laughed, “Thank you Goten. Hey! You’ll look after Trunks while we’re away won’t you?” Vegeta’s ears pricked up. She hadn't mentioned any kind of travel before.
“Uh huh,” Goten nodded, “I’m gonna look after him and his toys, Trunks said so!”
“We’re gonna have like a hundred sleepovers!” Trunks chimed in
“Yeah!”
“I don't know if you’ll be able to have that many,” Bulma replied, “We’re only going to be gone a few days. A week tops.” Vegeta frowned. He didn’t like that she had made plans for him without prior conversation or consent, and this instance was particularly offensive considering all he had put himself through with these Earth nuptials. He clenched the railing tightly, causing the metal to creak and groan.
“Well I guess that’s my cue,” she said with a roll of her eyes, “Trunks, be a good boy for grandma and grandpa! Thanks again everyone!” She gave her son a tight hug, kissed him on the forehead and turned toward the elder Saiyan, leaving the small crowd to slowly disperse.
“What’s got you all bent out of shape?” She asked, hands on her hips “You just married the most beautiful woman you’ll ever meet and you're already in a bad mood?
“We had an arrangement, did we not?” He answered, crossing his arms.
“Huh?”
“I agreed to these trivially ornate proceedings to make my claim over you clear by your planets idiotic standards, nothing more.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your travel plans, whatever they may be, we're not part of our deal.”
“Guess again, Prince. Because the honeymoon is definitely part of the wedding.”
“Honey what? Now you're just making up words!”
“Afraid not. We’re going on a trip and that's that.”
“Those brats never mentioned anything about travel.”
“Well I'm not surprised. They're just kids after all. Now stand back.” The woman pulled a capsule from beneath her bodice and threw it out onto the sandy beach beside them. After a few moments the smoke cleared, revealing a massive Capsule Corp spacecraft. When the door lowered into a set of stairs, Vegeta begrudgingly followed her into the ship, arms still folded over his chest.
“I was working on this before all the wedding stuff,” She explained as the entrance shut behind them, “But after you asked me to marry you, I figured I should have it ready for us to go on an adventure. There’s a bedroom upstairs and capsules filled with enough food to last even you about a week. And before you get all worked up over your training, there’s a small gravity chamber just inside that lefthand room. Just promise you won’t spend the whole time in here.”
“Where are you taking me woman?” He asked as he glanced about the spacious vessel.
“Into space.”
“But where?” She smiled coyly and walked over to a set of controls opposite the door they had come through, punched a series of buttons across the expansive keyboard, and suddenly Vegeta felt the machine shoot into the air at an impressive speed.
“How about you go check out that room I made and I’ll slip into something more--” she began.
“Oh, now you want to put on more?” Vegeta jeered incredulously, “Our first moments alone, after having to watch you expose yourself to an entire crowd of your friends with that revealing garment and you want to--?”
“Ugh! Just go give it a once over and meet me upstairs, ok? Is that too much for your wife to ask?” With another huff she whirled around and made her way up the spiraling stairs at the room’s center. Vegeta shrugged and walked over to the room she had indicated. Glancing through the small, circular window set into its aperture, he found that it indeed looked like a smaller version of what he was accustomed to working with on Earth, not unlike the unit that had exploded with him inside during his training over six years ago. Though the notion of this surprise trip still irked him greatly, he could not deny that she had gone through quite a bit of effort to prepare for this day. Finally hidden from any prying eyes for the first time since early that morning, he glanced down at the armor she had crafted and allowed himself a tight lipped smile. She had done incredibly well for someone almost entirely lacking in knowledge of the Saiyan race. When he had caught himself in a reflective surface during the festivities, he had almost mistaken his image for that of his own father.
“Hey!” She called down to him, “You think you could come up here for a sec? I need your opinion.”
“Make up your mind woman!” He shouted back, nevertheless climbing the steps, “First you ask me to examine your no doubt subpar gravity chamber and now you’re shrieking at me to help you with some inane decision? I will not be--” He stopped his tirade once he reached the top landing and his eyes fell upon the wide bed before him. The woman lounged across an array of cushions set against the headboard, dressed in a bustier comprised of saiyan armor and a pair of lacy underwear that left almost nothing to the imagination. Over her left eye, she wore a green-lensed scouter.
“Well?” She said nonchalantly, “What do you think?” He remained speechless, eyes taking her in hungrily.
“Not good, huh?” She continued, “Oh well. I guess I’ll just go changed into my PJ’s. It was worth a try.” She started to rise off of the bed when he rushed her, gently pushing her back down onto the mattress.
“What’s the matter?” She said with a coy smile, “You don’t want me to take it off?”
“Not just yet,” he rasped through a smirk of his own. He pulled himself on top of her and initiated a fierce kiss, lightly gripping her short hair with one hand while sliding the other around her waist. While his guard was lowered, she hooked her right leg over his hip and twisted, tumbling him onto his back and coming to straddle him with a short triumphant laugh.
“I can't let you have all the control now can I?” She mused devilishly, “I mean, seeing as I am Saiyan royalty now.”
“Is that so?” He replied, deftly removing the gloves and torso piece of his armor and tugging his jumpsuit down to his waist. Before she could respond, he tore off the scant material barely covering her lower half, looped his muscular arms beneath her thighs and pulled her forward, positioning her just above his parted lips. She gasped sharply as he began exploring her tender folds with his tongue, alternatively teasing the sensitive bud at her core and skirting around her rapidly moistening opening. He lowered her closer still, now partially enveloping her enervated center with his mouth, suckling and lapping at her more intensely . When she let out a high pitched wail and he felt her body quiver in orgasm, he grinned against her in satisfaction, relishing the sweet taste of her release. He continued his ministrations a few moments more before returning her to her former seat just above his lap, peering up at her smugly as she placed her hands on his abdomen and propped herself up shakily.
“Yes,” he chuckled, “I can see you are in complete command of the situation.” In response, the woman pulled his jumpsuit down past his hips, releasing his now fully erect member. She shifted farther down his body, teasing the head of his arousal with her wet heat but ultimately denying him entry.
“I’m not finished just yet,” she purred “Or would you prefer leave it at a standoff?”
“Vulgar woman,” he replied with an impassioned growl. Biting the corner of her bottom lip she eased him into her slick entrance, letting out a low, breathy groan. He jerked his head back against the mattress involuntarily as she swiveled her hips in slow, languid circles, tilting her own head back and closing her eyes. Gradually, she began to pick up speed, forgoing her torturous pivoting in favor of a less measured rocking motion. He reached up and whipped the armor up and over her head, freeing her breasts momentarily before he greedily taking them into his hands, kneading the tender flesh and grazing her hardened nipples with his rough fingers. A purposeful clench of her internal muscles brought him into a seated position and he moved his grip to her backside as she threw her arms around his neck and raked one set of nails across his shoulder. Their combined thrusting became frenzied an uneven as both struggled to stretch their composure to its limits.
“Vegeta!” She cried, “I'm so close, I-I--ahhhh!”
She shuddered against him fiercely, her walls crashing down around him wildly. His fortitude all but destroyed, he jerked his head back and yielded to his own pleasure, bellowing hoarsely before falling back to the mattress, his wife held fast to his sweat covered chest.
“Truce?” She asked with a ragged pant.
“Not a chance,” he exhaled harshly in return, “Once you’re fragile body can regulate it’s breathing normally, I’ll return your vexing indecencies tenfold.”
“Big talk for a guy who can barely speak he’s so winded.”
“Nonsense.”
“Whatever you say.” She nuzzled into his chest and he closed his eyes, intending only to rest briefly. Soon, they were both fast asleep.

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A loud electronic chirping sounded throughout the ship, jarring them awake. With a sudden renewed energy, Bulma rolled off of Vegeta and walked over to the far right end of the room. She opened a small panel set into the floor, and flipped up a small green switch within it. The wall immediately beside her rose up and out of sight, revealing a large window that provided an impressive view of the black expanse they currently drifted in.
“We’re here!” She said, smiling back at him before fixing her eyes on the void.
“Where?” He asked with a frown as he came to stand beside her, “We can’t possibly have reached any viable destination already. It hasn’t been more than a day.”
“I’ve been working on improving Saiyan space travel technology since we got back from Namek. It took me a long time, especially with the whole Androids scare, but I think I nailed it! If we wanted to, this thing could get us from Earth to Namek in about 12 hours!”
“Nailed? What are you on about? Where are we? Not that infernal green planet again?”
“Of course not! This is… Or I guess was, Planet Vegeta.” The Saiyan stared at her in disbelief before turning and pressing his hand against the glass, bringing his nose inches from its surface.
“How?” He asked in hushed tones, “How is it that you could even find this place?”
“I have my ways,” She said proudly, “And the dragon may have helped a little.”
“You used a wish for this?”
“Well, things have been pretty peaceful on Earth, so I didn’t feel too bad using it up. Besides, this was important.” She watched him closely as he continued to gaze out at the remote darkness where his homeworld once stood. As usual, she couldn’t quite decipher his stony expression, and soon his quiet lack of reaction began to make her nervous.
“Are you surprised?” She asked cautiously, “Like, in a good way?” When he failed to respond, she pursed her lips anxiously and moved closer.
“Hey,” she attempted once more, “Are you--” He stepped back suddenly and returned his inscrutable, dark glare to her. Her brow furrowed apprehensively. This trip had been one of the few things besides his armor that she could think to gift him with for their wedding. He wanted for little and valued so few gestures, and she had thought that she had finally come up with something he would be pleased with. But perhaps seeing the emptiness of the space that had once held planet Vegeta had incited bitterness rather than nostalgia and gratitude.
“Vegeta,” she began, “I only wanted to--” He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her gently. Doing her best to hide her shock, Bulma slowly returned his unexpected embrace.
“I used to gaze upon these stars with my father,” he explained quietly, “Dreaming of the greatness I would achieve. It was one of the few memories I look back on without rage or disappointment… Thank you, Bulma.” She pulled back and stared up at him, no longer bothering to mask her surprise. Never in a million years had she pictured this for her future, and yet here she was, blissfully married to a man she once had believed to be quite incapable of love in any form.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he demanded, breaking eye contact quickly, “You act as if I’ve sprouted a new head or something. All I did was express my gratitude. Will you make me regret it?”
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m glad you like it. And it’s the least I could do to thank you for the wedding.”
“Hn.”
“So were you surprised? Admit it, I surprised you. Two times actually.”
“You think you’ve bested me with your calculated revelations?”
“A maybe just a little completely, yeah.” He looked out into the stars once more before scooping her up and returning to their bed.
“We’ll see how superior you think you are when I’m through with you, wife” he snarled amorously as he pinned her arms above her head. Bulma smiled back at him boldly, eagerly awaiting the fruits of her husband’s challenge.
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