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Epilogue… Nice treat

Cool, early morning sunlight peeked through the open drapes and into the small breakfast nook. Dressed in one of Vegeta's shirts, Bulma rubbed her foot against his thigh, enjoying the soft, rasping feel of his body hair against her skin. Mornings like this were her favorite. It was intimate and cozy, filled with simple togetherness. It reminded her of the first morning they'd spent together in this house, one year ago.

One year. Had it been that long? She'd moved in and now felt as though she belonged with him. Her eyes shone softly with love as she looked at him. He never failed to take her breath away, even with his hair tousled from sleep and sexy stubble covering his chin. Unable to contain her excitement, she pulled down the newspaper he was reading.

"I sublet my apartment yesterday," she announced. He grinned. "I know." She frowned. "You know?" With a nod, he put the paper aside. "Uh-huh." Bulma leaned back with a pout and a sulky sigh. "I'm not excited anymore." He gave her an indulgent smile before pulling her onto his lap. "There's not much I don't know about you, sweetheart." He kissed her. "Did I thank you for the wonderful meal you cooked last night?"

She flushed with pleasure. "Only about a hundred times." His chuckle was muffled against her neck. "I loved it. Everything was perfectly cooked and nothing burned." With a laugh, she hugged him tightly. "Thank you. I think."

He leaned back. "Don't feel you have to learn how to cook for me, Bulma." "I want to do it for you." Her parted lips touched his. "It gives me pleasure." The kiss lengthened and deepened. Reluctantly, Bulma tore her lips away from him before she got completely distracted.

She looked at him shyly. "Will you marry me?" Vegeta didn't speak. Bulma watched him swallow and looked at him anxiously. He cupped her face in his hands and looked directly into her eyes. "Yes." Without giving her time to respond, he pulled her to his study. He went behind the desk and took out a velvet box from the drawer. Inside was a beautiful square cut, sparkling diamond, nestled in a thick platinum setting.

Her vision was blurred by the sudden tears in her eyes. "Since when have you had this?"' The ring slid on her finger, a perfect fit. "I've had it since the day you moved in." He tipped her chin up. "I knew you would come around. I just had to be patient. Even though you agreed to move in with me, you were wary enough to keep your apartment." His voice was filled with gentle rebuke.

He held up a hand when she tried to speak. "You needed to have something to fall back on in case things didn't work out between us. Oh, ye of little faith." She wiped her tears away. "I know. But now I'm ready to make the ultimate commitment." It didn't even hurt anymore to say the word, she realized. Vegeta drew her in for a kiss full of love. "I want to get married soon. We've wasted enough time." Bulma nodded without hesitation.

"I talked to my Mom last night." "And?" he prompted. His hands slid under her shirt, pulling down herthong. His fingers busily delved between her thighs. Her breathing quickened. "She thinks her latest marriage might work out for good, after all." Her eyes drifted closed, her legs opening obediently for him. He lifted her in his arms and his cock slid home. It was a perfect fit.

Conversation ceased as he started to move smoothly in and out of her pussy. She hugged him tightly, lost in the joy of being with him. She'd been resigned to spending her life alone. She'd never thought she'd find true love. Her lips curved as pleasure began to take over her senses. Life had a way of working out.

The time passed and when Vegeta walked in the hospital corridors smiled proudly at a little bundle of energy in a small crib in the nursery station, he smiled a the little girl smiling at her crib, then some tugging come to his pants and to two little kids stared at him, " papa I want to se mi little sister" "me too, me too", Vegeta could not be more satisfied, "ok, ok , come on trunks, turble, just a pick, soon you will able to play whit her at home, but now lets go and se mom" "YES".

When Vegeta got in the room, he didn't recall walking any step, but he was already over her in the hospital bed, kissing her breathily "she its just as cute as you" "yes our little bra", he stared at Bulma being hugged by his sons, trunks whit six years and turble whit three, and soon their dotter. Life was heavenly…

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