BlueMoon Goddess: Alright guys this is the last chapter to this story. Thank you all so much for reading, reviewing, and following this story. So happy reading and enjoy the last chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, it's characters, or 'Candy Christmas' by Adrianne Byrd, which this fic is based on.

Summary: Peace on Earth and goodwill to all men? Not if the man in question is Vegeta, Bulma's competitor since he started at their ad agency a year ago. But on a business trip to Europe, rivalry gives way to a red-hot, explosive affair that makes her realize that what she really wants for Christmas is right in front of her, just waiting to be unwrapped…..

A giddy Inari raced through the Christmas decorated office of NuMedias in her favorite Prada heels and her staple tight pencil skirt. "He's back. He's back." She announced to the ladies in their cubicles.

In sync the woman whipped out their compact mirrors, added swaths of lipstick, checked to make sure that their various hair-dos were picture perfect. Some even added a spritz of perfume, if need be. A split second later, a ding from the elevator bay had them all scrambling to put their mirrors and cosmetics away and then cast their eyes toward the opening elevator doors in time to see their early morning attraction.

Vegeta lifted his head and strolled into the office dressed in a sharp royal blue suit that fit his frame to an absolute perfect tee. The man's effortless sophistication still made head swirls, hearts flutter and moisten the panties of most of the supermajority female staff. But there was something different about him this time. Sure, he was still the definition of fine, but there was a melancholy air about him as he walked down the aisle.

When it was clear that he wasn't about to offer his regular greeting, the women looked to each other and then chorused first. "Morning Vegeta."

"Morning." He mumbled and kept moving toward his office.

"I wonder what's wrong with him." Chi-Chi asked, creeping out of her chair.

"I'd say that things didn't go so well with him and the missus in Paris.

"We don't know if they're still married." Kin said, appearing at her friend's side. "I'm willing to bet that they're divorced or something. That's the only thing that makes sense."

"Uh-huh." Chi-Chi rolled her eyes. "Is that a real bet?"

"I'll put five on that." Launch said, from across the cubicle aisle.

"I got five." Eighteen, a few cubicles over, piped up. Soon a group of about twenty were huddled around Chi-Chi's desk as she took bets for the next office pool.

The elevator dinged again and at first, the women didn't pay it any mind until Kin glanced up and started elbowing the women. "Morning, Ms. Briefs."

Bulma glanced up as she rushed out of the small compartment. "Morning Kin. Do you know whether Veggie is in yet?"

"Veggie? Um, er, you mean Mr. Ouiji? Yes, he just, um, walked toward his office."

"Great, thanks." She rushed off toward Vegeta's office.

The group of women turned toward each other. "Veggie?" Their gazes shifted among themselves for another half second and then they all took off running toward Ouiji's office so that they could see what was going on.

It was his last day, Vegeta had decided. No way could he keep working for NuMedias. It would be complete torture to see Bulma day after day now that he'd made up his mind that it was time to let it go. He sat down at his desk, booted up the computer and started typing out his letter of resignation.

There was a soft knock on his door and he assumed that it was Inari and didn't look up. "If it's not important right now, Inari, could you come back a little later?"

"I'm afraid that it is important."

Vegeta's fingers stopped pecking away on the keyboard when he recognized the voice behind him. "What are you doing here?" He asked, still refusing to look up. "I thought you'd still be in Paris."

"Well, I would've been if you hadn't pulled that little stunt."

Frowning, Vegeta finally looked up. "Stunt?"

"Running away…before I had the chance to push you away." She admitted, walking over to his desk. "It wasn't like our regularly scheduled fight."

He sat there, staring at her.

Bulma's small smile fluttered weekly. "You were supposed to laugh at that."

"Sorry."

"You're not going to make this easy, are you?"

He drew a deep breath while he thought it over. "No."

Bulma's brows jumped in surprised, but then she seemed to realize that there was no reason for him to go easy on her, not after all she'd put him through in the last two years.

"Fine." She drew a deep breath and pressed on. "During my flight back here, I really, really thought hard about what I was going to say to you. What words would really explain why I was so…scared of how I feel for you. And honestly and truly I don't think there are any."

Vegeta dropped his gaze. "Pity."

"I'm a realist. I have been all my life. But since I met you by accident or by fate, I couldn't seem to fit this very square box into a round hole." She moved behind his desk, inching closer to him in his big leather chair. "Logically, we don't make sense. We don't. But…there's something. Some…"

"Spark?" He supplied.

Bulma smiled and boldly sat down on his lap. "It's much bigger than a spark." She said and slid her arms around his neck. "I love you…and frankly I'm tired of fighting it."

Vegeta met her gaze, but made no move to return her affection. "I don't know, Bulma."

Her heart skipped a beat. It was the first time he hadn't called her little minx. Maybe it was too late. Her gaze lowered, but then her smile slowly returned. "Do you want to know a little secret about how a woman can tell whether a man wants her?"

"This should be interesting." He said, folding his arms.

She lifted a finger and then tapped it against the side of his neck.

"This vein right here is connected to your heart muscles and whenever your heart starts racing, this little baby right here starts pulsing like crazy. And this sucker hasn't stopped jumping since I sat down."

"Is that right?"

"That's right. Buh-bump. Buh-bump."

He smiled and caressed her neck as well. "Buh-bump."

The women in the hallway startled Vegeta and Bulma when they started clapping and chanting. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Bulma's face colored with embarrassment, but then she turned back toward her smiling, not sure legal husband and felt she had to say one more thing. "I love you, Veggie."

Vegeta's warm gaze swept over her. "Love you too, little minx."

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss." The women chanted.

"What do you say we get married…again?" He asked. "Make it stick this time."

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Bulma pulled at one of the small chains from her neck and lifted both of their wedding bands from Bora-Bora. "I'd love it."

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

There was a tap on the office window and Bulma and Vegeta turned to see the window washer chanting. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Bulma leaned forward until their lips touched and then she fed from his mouth hungrily. Vegeta moaned and wrapped his arms around her.

A thunderous applause erupted from the hallway as the women then poured into the office.

Christmas Eve…

Vegeta and Bulma's wedding was just as sweet the second time around. Bulma was surprised that he was able to find someone to marry them in three days, but he boasted of calling in a few favors and before she knew it, they were at Mandarin Oriental standing before a preacher in front of family, friends and coworkers, exchanging vows and rings.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." Their smiling preacher announced. "You may kiss the bride."

Vegeta leaned toward his wife in an amazing white Vera gown that he had claimed he'd just happened to pick off the rack. It was just a coincidence that it fit her body perfectly. When they sealed their love with a kiss, the crowd erupted with cheers and applause.

At the reception, Bulma was still answering questions about when and how she and Vegeta met and fell in love. Some of the women were clearly jealous and others were genuinely happy that she and Vegeta had found their way to love.

Kin, Chi-Chi, and Inari were gathered around one of the reception tables, taking in the elegant décor of the room. "This place is absolutely beautiful." Kin commented. "The man can pull off a miracle in three days."

"You're telling me." Chi-Chi said, sipping her champagne. She was actually looking forward to the newlywed's first dance. "Someone must've canceled at the last minute or something. No way can someone pull off something like this in West City at the last minute."

Inari smiled. "Well, I wouldn't exactly say it was all last minute."

Kin and Chi-Chi's gaze shifted toward her. "What do you mean?"

Just then, Vegeta walked up to the table. "Is everyone enjoying themselves this evening?"

"Yes." Kin and Chi-Chi said, grinning at the officially off-the-market handsome god.

Kin hastily added. "Wonderful wedding. We're so happy for both of you."

"Thank you." He turned toward Inari. "I believe you have something for me?"

Inari's smile widened. "I sure do." She reached for her purse and pulled out a thick envelope. "Here you go. Your pool winnings."

Kin's face dropped. "You mean that you…planned this wedding all along?"

"Never underestimate a man with a plan, ladies." Vegeta smirked and then waltzed off with the sound of them laughing behind him.

Later that night, the renewed newlyweds wasted no time getting reacquainted with each others bodies. Tears of joy leaked from the corners of Bulma's eyes at the feel of Vegeta's mouth tasting every part of her. When that wasn't enough, he pressed his soft fingers through her wet, pink walls until her body's natural honey coated his fingers.

"Damn, Vegeta…don't stop."

He had no intention of stopping. His warm tongue mopped up her honey, swishing against the base of her clit and causing her legs to tremble violently. She reached for his head and then grinded against his open mouth. When she came, fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids and her body quaked deliciously.

Vegeta was willing to let her take a small break before they continued, but Bulma pulled him upward until she had a firm hold of his thick cock and then slid it between her full cherry-red lips like she was sucking on the sweetest dick ever created.

His mouth sagged open at the pure pleasure that swept through him, plus the sound of her lips sucking and smacking was a heady aphrodisiac that made his toes curl. Bulma turned her head and gave him a hard jawbreaker until a few drops of his salty cum started to ooze down her throat. He pulled back and kissed her lips. "Touch your pussy."

Bulma obeyed, sliding her long fingers down between her legs and spreading open her glistening lips and then twirled them inside.

"Are you nice and wet?"

"Mmm-hmm." She moaned, reaching for his dick again.

"Yeah?" He reached down and got a good feel himself. "Ah. Yeah. That's what I'm talking about." He pulled his cock away before she could vacuum suck it back between her lips. A second later, Vegeta slid into his wife's warm, sticky honey pot while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Oh, little minx. You have no idea how much I've missed us."

A wicked grin slanted Bulma's face as she gave his cock a nice, hard squeeze with her inner muscles.

Vegeta hissed and threw his head back. "Ah. You're going to make me come too soon."

Squeeze. "I'm just showing you how much I missed you too." She panted. Squeeze.

His eyes kept rolling to the point he doubted whether he could start stroking just yet. That didn't stop Bulma's show. She rolled him over, happily taking the top position so she could bounce the ass he loved so much up and down his long shaft until he was the one writhing and thrashing beneath her.

Squeeze. "You know there's a new pool at the office?"

"What?"

Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.

His nut sack started to tingle.

Bulma leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "I placed a bet that you'd give me a baby on our honeymoon."

Vegeta's heavy-lidded eyes opened wide. "What did you say?"

"I want us to make a baby."

A smirk bloomed across his face. "Why didn't you say so?" He quickly tossed her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders and finally got his deep stroking on until their bodies were dripping with sweat and Bulma's body was filled to the brim with potential babies.

Vegeta collapsed next to Bulma and pulled her close. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Vegeta brushed a hand down the column of her neck and felt the steady beating of her heart.

Buh-bump. Buh-bump.

BlueMoon Goddess: And that's the end ladies and gents! Again thank you all for reading, reviewing, following and favoring this story. It means so much me. And because of you guys I already have another Vegeta x Bulma story in mind and will have it up within the New Year, so until the next Vegeta and Bulma fic guys! ^_^