Bulma smiled to herself, tonight she'd have her mate.  It had been almost three weeks since Vegeta had fled from her.  But she had not wasted her time, Bulma had been building and planning for this night as their bond had strengthened.  Sometimes it felt like he was right next to her.  Debra had been a lot of help and had given Bulma some great ideas.  It wasn't like this was Bulma's first time, but she was determined not to let Vegeta get away.  The Guardians were leaving for the night, in case the "festivities" took place at Capsule Corp.  But knowing Vegeta, they wouldn't.

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Vegeta sat on the cliff, meditating, his eyes closed in concentration.  He'd come to this island nearly three weeks ago, in an attempt to avoid something he knew couldn't be stopped.  The bond had formed anyway, he'd even started sensing her presence by him at times.  He hoped she wouldn't figure out that she could communicate with him telepathically now.  While he had been dead, his father had told him something unsettling about bonds, though at the time Vegeta hadn't known why he'd told him.   With bonds, the female could always call the male to her, no matter how much stronger he was.  It was really a battle of wills that the male eventually lost.   So Vegeta had spent much of his time here training his mind, as well as his body, should Bulma try and call him to her.  He hadn't felt any attempts from her yet, but he wouldn't put it past her to try.

'Vegeta.'

His eyes flew open, 'She couldn't have . . .'

'Vegeta . . . come to me . . .'

'She did!' he ground his teeth in frustration and forced himself to clear his mind.  He was not going to go running to her . . . no matter how much he wanted to.

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Bulma smiled, he was resisting her.  She'd known he would.   It didn't matter, she'd planned for this too and this promised to be a much more fun.  Leaving her balcony she went back inside her room and changed into a peach-colored tank top and a pair of denim cut-offs, then tied her hair back in a ponytail.  Heading down to her lab, she went in to get her supplies:  airbike, scouter, ki gun, assorted traps and snares, spare clothing for each of them, and two senzu beans.  She'd tested the more hazardous items on the kids to get a rough idea as to how well they would work on Vegeta.  Her traps and snares hadn't held any of them for more than two minutes, and Jianu broke out of them in under one minute.  The ki gun was much more effective, but even it was only a delaying tactic.  Bulma knew she just had to get close to him, then his resistance would dissolve.  Encapsulating her equipment she place them into assorted pouches on her belt, keeping the airbike capsule and the scouter out.  Once she got outside, Bulma put the scouter on then threw down the airbike capsule.  "BOOM!"  Jumping on she gunned the engine, but it made no sound.  Bulma had redesigned it so it would run silent, even at full speed.  Smiling again, she turned on her scouter and flew off in the direction of her mate.   Vegeta wouldn't know what hit him. 

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Vegeta sighed in relief, it had taken hours, but he had finally gotten control of himself again.  It had taken almost every ounce of willpower he had to block out her call.  'At least she doesn't know where I am,' he thought as he stood and levitated down to the lake below.  The island was actually quite beautiful.  Lush,  tropical vegetation covered most of the island, right up to the lakeshore.  While the lake itself was fed by a waterfall, the mist it tossed up created a fantasy-like scene.  As Vegeta headed towards the waterfall, something struck him in the back, knocking him into the lake. 

'Bull's eye,' Bulma thought smugly, moving a little closer to him. She'd decided upon arrival, that the traps would not be necessary.  She gazed at him in admiration as he climbed out of the water, 'Kami, he's handsome!'   

Snarling, Vegeta cast out his senses, easily picking out his attacker.  "Come out of there, before I simply blast you where you're hiding!!" he yelled, looking in Bulma's direction.  A familiar scent reached him, melting away his anger instantly, 'It can't be her . . .'

Bulma stepped out into view, "Whatever you say, Vegeta-chan."  Vegeta seemed frozen in place as she advanced towards him. 

"Dou . . ?"  was all he could get out.

She smiled seductively and tapped the scouter on her face, "There's more than one way to sense ki."  He stared at her in amazement, she'd built her own scouter!  Her scent was growing stronger with every step she took towards him, and he felt the block he'd made earlier crumble.  Her thoughts touched his and he realized that she had been planning for this since he'd ran from her.  He smirked, just like a saiya-jin female, she'd hunted him.  Bulma wrapped her arms around him and he responded in kind.  Burying his face in her hair, he inhaled her scent letting it fill his lungs.  She sighed happily, "Did you really think I was going to let you get away from me?"  He snorted and she lifted her head to look at his face.   He reached up and removed her scouter with one hand and her hair tie with the other.  Causing her long blue hair to tumble down her back like the waterfall behind them, before taking her chin in his hand, and guiding her lips to his.  They kissed deeply, but this time he wasn't startled when she slipped her tongue into his mouth.  He could smell her arousal, and could feel her desire through their bond, but he did not want to rush this.  They broke for air and Bulma began kissing down his neck to where it met his shoulder.  There she set her teeth and tried to bite him.  Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise, then he began chuckling.  She growled in frustration.  He lowered his ki for her as she stubbornly tried again, this time succeeding.  A wave of pleasure flooded him as she gently sucked at the wound she had made.  Growling back at her, Vegeta bit down on Bulma's shoulder, sending a similar wave of pleasure through her own body.  The two remained like that for a time, caught in a primal ecstasy, before releasing and gently lapping at the wounds they had made.

"Shall we continue?" he purred in her ear.  Bulma nodded, and Vegeta lowered her to the ground.  Reaching forward he ripped her shirt and bra off with one easy tug, then did the same with her shorts and panties (she'd taken off her shoes before she'd shot him).  He paused to gaze at her adoringly, 'She's so beautiful.'  Still smiling, Bulma moved her hands up under his shirt and lifted it over his head.  She then pulled off his pants, smirking at him.   Pushing her back down, he captured her right breast with his mouth, eliciting a moan from Bulma as he ran his tongue around her nipple.  Repeating his actions on her left breast, he moved down to her womanhood.  Bulma gasped and arched her back as waves of pleasure washed through her.  Vegeta moved his tongue inside her, building her up to a climax.  When the orgasm hit, she cried out loudly, her hands digging into the ground.

When they had both caught their breath, Bulma sat up and pushed Vegeta onto his back.  "My turn," she said, grinning wickedly at him.   Intrigued, Vegeta wondered what she had in mind.  Bulma began kissing his chest using both her lips and tongue.  Vegeta closed his eyes in pleasure as she gently ran her tongue around his nipples, much like he had done to her.  She moved her kisses downward and his eyes opened in surprise as she took him in her mouth.  He held back a moan as she teased and caressed him.  Unable to hold back any longer, he cried out as he came.   Reaching down, he pulled Bulma up and flipped them back over and began kissing her again.  Bulma's arms wrapped around him again, her right hand making its way down his back until she found where his tail had been.  Vegeta gasped as her hands massaged his tail-spot, her delicate touch sending waves of desire throughout his body.  He growled and prepared to enter her, pausing to be sure that she was ready.  Bulma smirked and pressed his tail-spot again.  Vegeta thrust into her and their minds, hearts, and bodies joined together completely.  He started slowly, so as not to hurt her and Bulma moved with him, driving him to move faster and harder.  Vegeta increased his pace, going as fast and as hard as she could handle.  Bulma wrapped her legs around him, letting him drive deeper into her.  They continued moving together, kissing each other where ever they could reach.  Bulma felt her release building and through the bond could feel Vegeta reaching his own.  Bulma orgasmed, shrieking his name.  Vegeta came right after, crying out.  The two lay together in each other's arms, catching their breath, their hearts still pounding.

Vegeta brushed her blue hair out of her face, gazing at her in wonder and adoration, "Aishiteru wa watakushi no oujo (I love you my princess)," he whispered, kissing her lips softly.

Bulma's eyes sparkled, "Aishiteru mo watakushi no ouji (I love you too, my prince)."

They lay there holding one another, then Vegeta smirked at her, "Ready to go again?"

Bulma grinned, "What do you think?" she replied.  He chuckled and gently drew her face up to meet his.  They kissed, their love and desire for each other flowing through their bond, and began again.

September 2000

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Disclaimer:  Here we go.  I do not own any of the characters from Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT.  They are all the property of Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation, and Funimation Inc.  However, all the other characters in my stories are mine.  I'm not making any money off of this, its just for fun.