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Ringing in the New Year was a huge event at Capsule Corp this year. Bulma went all out for the party and the grounds were filled with loved ones, friends, and Capsule Corp employees and their families. All evening there had been live music, party games, and tons of food and drink. No stone was left unturned to bring everyone a top-notch celebration.
It was almost midnight and the massive fireworks extravaganza was just about to begin. All of the party guests were gathering around to watch the spectacle.
Vegeta had been searching for his wife for quite a while now, unable to locate her in the sea of faces that surrounded him at every turn. It wasn’t helping that his focus wasn’t too good after imbibing a bit too heavily throughout the night. He spotted Goku sitting in the grass beside Chichi among a group of familiar faces all gathered together, waiting for the show. He staggered over and placed a heavy hand on the other Saiyan’s shoulder.
Goku looked up at his friend with hazy eyes. “Hey, Geta.” He smiled crookedly up at the prince, who smirked back at him, recognizing they were both in the same state.
“You seen Bulma anywhere?” The prince asked in a rough, lazy voice.
“Nope,” Goku replied. “Not fer awhile.”
Vegeta humphed and decided to just stay put. Maybe since all of her closest friends and family were mostly gathered here in one spot, she’d finally appear and find him. He planted his feet firmly on the ground. Well, about as firmly as he could in his condition. Then he folded his arms over his chest and watched as the fireworks were being set up.
“Ugh! No, Goku! You’re drunk!”
The prince turned to see the other Saiyan pull away and giggle after being spurned by his wife. He shook his head.
“There you are!”
Vegeta turned in the opposite direction to find Bulma weaving her way up to him. She stopped a passing waiter, tipped the last gulp of wine from her glass into her mouth, then placed it on his tray with a thanks. Then she sidled up to her husband. “Finally found ya.” She kissed his cheek and smiled happily at him with her pretty, but hazy, blue eyes, as she took hold of his arm.
“You were lookin’ for me? I was lookin’ for you.” He smirked at her as he pulled his arm free and wrapped it around her, yanking her closer and kissing her enthusiastically.
“Whoa! You really are drunk!” Goku laughed as he watched his two friends carrying on. Everyone knew the prince hated public displays of affection.
Without breaking the kiss, Vegeta swung his foot out and kicked Goku in the arm, nearly losing his balance in the process.
“Owwww, Vegetaaa!” The younger Saiyan whined.
The prince pulled away and simpered at his wife, admiring her swoon as she blinked her big, stunning eyes at him. “Less go’t bed.” He rumbled.
She bit her lip and hitched her shoulders. “Okay, but after the fireworks? They’re juss ‘bout t’start.” She begged.
He scowled at her and pulled her tighter against him. “Fine.”
Bulma rested her head on her husband’s shoulder with a smile as the massive event kicked off.
***
The couple clumsily made their way through the dome house on the way to their bedroom, leaving items of clothing along the way. They practically crawled up the stairs, hands roaming and mouths struggling to stay connected.
Both of them were laughing like idiots by the time they made it to the top of the staircase. But laughter wasn’t going to keep them from their ultimate goal.
They latched onto each other again, weaving precariously toward their bedroom. Falling all over each other in a frantic dance of groping and kissing. Bulma felt her back hit their bedroom door hard, her feet were swept up off the ground as Vegeta’s hands yanked her legs around him.
“We can’t…do it.. out here!” She managed to say between kisses.
She was down to her bra only, while Vegeta still wore only his open black satin shirt. He moved to her neck, his hand slipping behind her to unfasten her last remaining piece of clothing.
“Inside!” She insisted. “Juss open th’door.” Her hand fumbled for the knob, landing on it just as he did. The door suddenly flew open, sending the couple to the floor, laughing hysterically.
She lay on her back beneath her husband, catching her breath and watching him with amusement—so serious now as he refused to be further distracted. “Daddy’s got a one-track mind.” She snickered.
“N’ you love it!” He growled as he finally succeeded in unfastening her bra. He tugged it off of her then threw it across the room and took her breast into his mouth hungrily. He reached his hand down between her legs, his fingers seeking out her most sensitive spot.
“The door, Vegeta.” She gasped just as the sensations from his fingers searching hit her.
The door was still hanging open.
With a grunt he kicked it closed, without leaving her breast, gently biting her nipple between his front teeth, making her gasp at the painful, yet oh-so-pleasant sensation.
Then his fingers found their goal, but he had a little surprise in store for his wife tonight.
His fingers hovered there, just barely sliding over her soft, pink flesh as he lifted his head and gazed down at his wife’s beautiful face with a wicked smirk.
“What’re you waitin’ for, you damned tease.” She breathed impatiently.
His smirk grew wider as he channeled a little ki into his fingertips and then pressed aggressively into her sweet spot.
“Vetetaaa!” She gasped scoldingly as her body jerked dramatically. “What the…? Aaa…”
He rubbed and pressed her relentlessly, watching with wicked glee as her body thrashed helplessly beneath him.
He growled down at her when he felt his fingers go slick with her wetness. He covered her body with kisses, licking and nibbling his way down... down… Then he removed his hand, making her whine angrily at him, causing him to chuckle at her impatience.
He ran his tongue over her tender folds, tasting her and making her quiver at his touch. Then he lifted his head and licked his wet fingers as she watched. Her face turned a deeper shade of pink, making her blue eyes stand out like sapphires. He captured her mouth again in a deep, ravenous kiss. Bringing his fingers, and his ki, right back to her sweet spot.
Bulma broke the kiss with an involuntary gasp, hollering helplessly as she lost track of what was up and what was down. Her mind washed away in blind, fierce elation as his ki heightened all of those already heady sensations to incredible degrees.
But the prince wasn’t done yet. He lifted her up onto his lap, turning her to face away from him. She was like a Ragdoll, fully posable and malleable to his whims.
He angled them just right, lifting her just enough to slide into her so she could ride his thrusts, and so that he’d hit her right where she liked it best. He plopped her down onto him and pushed into her deep and hard.
Then he channeled his ki into his tip and hammered into her, sending her… sending both of them, even deeper into those ecstatic tremors.
She hollered out his name, begging him for something she couldn’t really comprehend at the moment. She screamed for mercy, for help, for a reprieve, as her orgasm came on fierce and strong. Throwing her into that blessed disconnect
Peeling back her reason and sending her careening into euphoric oblivion.
It was too much! The overwhelming sensations of his ki coursing through her entire nervous system as her prince thrust…thrust… madly into her.
His ki reverberated off of her own energy, even as weak as hers was, it sent shockwaves into him, causing his own mind to fall away into sweet oblivion right along with her. Their shared cries filled the otherwise silent room and only drove them further into their mutual climax.
Finally, the prince fell backward, hitting the floor with a hard thud. And Bulma, still not comprehending any sense of direction or where the hell she even was, toppled off of him onto her side.
It took several minutes for husband and wife to finally still their tremors and catch their breaths. Bulma cracked her eyes open, blinking at the floor beside her head and seeing the mess underneath her bed a few feet away.
Suddenly she was scooped up by her husband and plopped sideways onto his crossed legs. She turned her half-lidded, punch-drunk, love-filled eyes to him and he smiled at her. Gods but that look she was giving him was even better than the sex!
“I love you, Bulma Briefs.” He said in a low, ragged voice.
She lifted her hand to his face, cradling his jaw, sliding her thumb back and forth over his cheek. Her overwhelmed expression, was filled with wonder as she stared into those black, hard eyes of his, now brimming over with his love for her. “I love you too, Vegeta, you damned sexy and amazing man.”
He humphed and smiled crookedly at her description of him, then they kissed sweetly, too worn out to keep up the frantic pace they’d started with. Vegeta managed to get to his feet, cradling her in his arms without tumbling back down again. He deposited her on the bed and crawled in after.
She was on her back but sat up. “I prolly should go gather up all our clothes.” She made to leave the bed, but he grabbed her arm.
“I’ll go.” He crawled back out of bed and staggered to his dresser where he pulled out some sweatpants and awkwardly pulled them on. “Bein’ shit faced sure is inconven-ent when yer tryin’a dress yourself.” He huffed.
Bulma cackled watching her husband struggle with something so basic. “You freakin’ Saiyans still amase me. As drunk as you are, still able to give me that kinda treatment! Whew!” She fell back onto the bed with a sigh as her mind relived the crazy ki sex they’d just had.
“Stamina!” He smirked lazily. Then he traipsed out of the room to gather up their discarded clothing.
When he returned Bulma was fast asleep; still naked, lying on top of the covers on her back. Vegeta was momentarily stalled by her beauty. Frozen in place, watching her chest rise and fall, her pretty face so peaceful, so satisfied, in repose.
Mmmmm
He smiled happily as he took the clothes and dumped them into the hamper. Then he returned to the bed and gently tucked her in. He crawled in beside her and watched her sleep. His mind wandered over their life together and how drastically his life, his mind, and his heart had changed. He marveled at the whole process, as he often did during these times of heightened feelings. Until finally he also drifted off to sleep.