Vegeta stood there frozen as the hot feeling of betrayal lanced through his chest. Why would she call him!? She was supposed to be his confidant, the person who would listen and never judge him. Instead, she just turned around and told his father!? He couldn't believe this!

"No! I said that we think you're too hard on him!" his mother corrected. "I'm on your side, Veggie." She tried to touch his shoulder, but he immediately shrugged off her hand and turned to glare at her.

"Why would you invite him here!?" Vegeta sneered.

"Wow, missed you too, son," his father quipped.

"Vegeta!"

"What?!" both father and son said in unison. His mother began rubbing her temples in obvious frustration.

She turned to Vegeta first, "I asked him to come here, because I thought if the three of us sat down we could have a productive conversation about what you need from us, as your parents."

"What he needs is to suck it up," Vegeta Sr. grumbled.

"Ugh! You are such a caveman! It's your parenting style that has made him so emotionally repressed!" his mother cried.

"Oh yeah?!" Vegeta Sr. huffed, setting his mug down on the coffee table. "What's your parenting style, Mushi?! Oh right! We don't know, because you refused to be a parent!"

Vegeta just watched silently as his mother screamed, and shoved her fingers into her hair in exasperation. "You're impossible!"

His mother was not short tempered. In the last few weeks he had been spending time with her, he never even seen her get mad, let alone yell. He couldn't believe one argument with his father was all it took for her to lose her easy-going demeanor.

A weight settled in his stomach, were they fighting because of him? Obviously they were talking before he got there, so was it his fault his parents were suddenly blowing upon each other? His breath started to feel shallow as he watched them. Everything felt so out of his control.

"Excuse me for being a single father! I only have so much time and resources to give him," Vegeta Sr. stood as his deep voice grew in volume. "But somehow I'm the villain, for making sure our son has a good, strong work ethic!"

"A work ethic!?" Mushita shouted in wide-eyed disbelief. "You're giving him a Kami damned complex! When we reconnected he could barely even identify his own feelings!"

"The real world doesn't care about his feelings! I'm preparing him for the vicious realities of life!" Vegeta Sr. yelled. "Not everyone gets to live in some carefree bubble full of hippie drugs and painting your fucking feelings!"

"Oh my gods! You act like I've never struggled or worked hard for anything!"

Vegeta stood there uncomfortably stiff, clenching and unclenching his fists. He watched his parents scream at each other, hurling insults and bringing up a painful past, but he could barely hear them anymore. He didn't understand why he felt so overwhelmed, the room suddenly hot and stuffy, he needed to get out of here. He needed to leave right now. Vegeta hastily made his way back to the elevator, pushing the button repeatedly until it arrived.

His mom and dad were too wrapped up in their fighting to even realize he had left.

Bulma was lounging on her bed scrolling through her social media feed. Friday night at Vegeta's mom's art show had been so fun, she was thinking she should try to go out to more parties like that, see more of the city. Before she transferred to Orange Star she and her friends had always been going out, partying at the coolest clubs, and eating at trendy restaurants. A part of her missed that lifestyle.

She jumped when she heard a knock at her balcony door. Confused and slightly alarmed, she tiptoed over and peeked behind the curtain. Bulma sighed when she saw it was just Vegeta, and quickly unlocked the door to let him in.

"You scared the shit out of me," she laughed, "what's up?"

"Can I come in?" he asked quietly, as he just stood there with a furrowed brow staring at the ground.

"Yeah of course." Bulma stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind him. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"I really don't want to talk about it right now... We can… ya know, talk about it...just not right now." His voice was still so quiet. Bulma found herself really beginning to worry, but she fought the urge to pry.

"Okay, well is there anything I can do to make it better?" Bulma asked as she stepped closer to him, and softly stroked his cheek. He finally looked up enough to meet her gaze.

"Lay with me?"

Bulma nodded before she led Vegeta over to her bed, he slipped off his shoes, and they made themselves comfortable. Their legs tangled together as Vegeta nuzzled his face against Bulma's chest. She stroked his hair and he began to calm down, the beating of his heart returning to its normal steady strum.

She so badly wanted to know what had him shaken, but she learned her lesson at Prom. Pushing him to talk when he wasn't ready, forcing him to process his feelings on her timeline wasn't going to help anyone. So Bulma did what he asked, laid with him, and tried her best to soothe his distress with every brush of her fingers through his inky, black hair.

His eyes fell closed, and it wasn't long until hers did too.

The morning sunlight peeked into Bulma's bedroom just enough to rouse her. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes before she moved Vegeta's arm from around her middle and stretched. A drowsy Vegeta grumbled in protest. "Wake up sleepyhead," Bulma sang softly as her fingers tickled up his arm.

One eye opened to glance at her and grumbled, "morning." Bulma smiled brightly, she adored his growly morning voice and their new routine of waking up beside each other. After the first night he showed up on her balcony, shaken from what she later learned was because of his parents' fighting, he kept coming back every night just to snuggle and talk.

He told her about the dozen missed calls and texts from his mother, but it had taken a few days for him to reply. Apparently, his mother swore she was good intentioned when she invited his father over, and even though he wasn't able to be a part of the conversation, she thought she really was able to get through to him and help his father understand her point of view. Vegeta very clearly had his doubts, but soon forgave her for the ambush and they returned to their normal routine of conversations over takeout.

By the sixth time he came to her balcony, she just started leaving the door open for him to walk in. It was funny how seeing him changed her nightly routine. Suddenly she was always wearing her cutest pajamas and leaving her hair down. She would tidy up her room and light a sweet smelling candle in anticipation of his arrival. Her heart would flutter every time she heard his footsteps coming up the spiral staircase of her balcony.

"How is it that there's only a week left of summer break?" Vegeta grumbled, bringing Bulma back to the present.

"I'm not ready to go back!" Bulma whined, "this summer has been so perfect." She rolled over and nuzzled into Vegeta's warm chest. "I'm going to miss this," she mumbled against his skin.

Vegeta lifted her chin until their lips met. Bulma sighed as he caressed her with a tender good morning kiss. She pulled herself closer to his warmth and her hand slid up his muscled chest. But Vegeta pulled away slowly, causing Bulma to pout. "I need to go get ready for work," he told her as he rolled off the bed.

"Fine," she huffed, but she couldn't keep her angry face when he turned around and gave her his signature smirk.

"We can finish that later."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Get out of here," she teased, the corner of her mouth curving up in a little smile. Vegeta picked up his belongings and slipped out the balcony door.

Bulma sighed as she threw herself back down on her fluffy bed and contemplated slipping her hand between her thighs. It really was great having Vegeta warm her bed every night, all the snuggling and kissing had been amazing, but there was nothing else. The tension in her body was starting to get to her.

Every time she felt like the situation was escalating, every time she expected him to make a move, he didn't. She knew he was into it, she could feel his hardness pressed against her as they were making out, even when she tried to encourage him, rocking her hips against him… nothing!

Bulma knew she needed to either take charge and make the move herself or talk to him about what was going on. They had fooled around together before, it wasn't like he was totally inexperienced, so something was clearly holding him back. She just needed to figure out what.

After work that night, Bulma buzzed around her room, dressed in her cute little strawberry print pajama shorts and matching tank top, as she prepared for her plan. The sun was hidden by grey storm clouds, and warm summer rain rhythmically tapped against the windows. The evening was cooler than usual, so she wore her silky robe over her pajamas. Bulma left the lights dim, opting for more candles in hopes of creating a romantic atmosphere.

A flash of lightning danced across the sky as she peeked past the curtains of her balcony door, anxiously awaiting Vegeta's arrival. He was a little late, and Bulma began nervously pacing. She was hot, he was her boyfriend, like of course he would want to have sex with her, right? Maybe he was waiting for her to make the move? Well, if that was the case she was making her move tonight.

It wasn't much later when she heard her balcony door open, and a dripping wet Vegeta stepped inside. He flipped off his jacket hood and she greeted him with a kiss. "Sorry, I'm late."

"Were you late? I didn't even notice," Bulma lied. "Here, let's get you out of these wet clothes." Vegeta slipped off his shoes, as she helped him out of his soaked jacket letting her hands linger on his body. "Might as well take this off too," she purred as she pulled at the hem of his shirt, he just smirked in response and lifted his arms to prevent any resistance.

The moment his shirt was off, her hands found purchase on his muscled stomach and his fingers slipped into her hair pulling her in close for a kiss. When their lips touched Bulma's fears washed away. Of course, he wanted her, you didn't kiss someone like, with this level of passion, this level of fervor, unless you really wanted them.

Emboldened, Bulma's hands slipped lower to the button of his pants. Suddenly Vegeta jerked away, his hands grabbing her wrists to stop her. "What are you doing?!" he asked as if it wasn't obvious.

Bulma was frozen, feeling awkward, embarrassed, and weirdly guilty. "I was taking off your pants, ya know, cause I thought this was… going somewhere…" she said, her voice small.

Vegeta sighed and released her arms before she made his way over to sit on Bulma's bed. He ran his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry… I just…" he said, staring at the ground.

"Vegeta, please talk to me," Bulma begged. "Do you… do you not want to have sex with me?"

He looked up at that and met her gaze. "That is not it. I definitely want to have sex with you." His eyes slid down her figure, "I would love to have sex with you."

"Then what is the problem?!" Bulma cried, throwing her robe off. "Here I am! Very willing!"

"I know! I'm sorry!" Vegeta mumbled, his gaze falling back to the ground, too embarrassed to look her in the eye. "I just… I can't. I don't feel… I don't know… worthy."

Bulma raised her eyebrows at his choice of words. "I don't know what you mean," she said softly as she made her way over to the bed to sit next to him. He was feeling vulnerable, but by some miracle, it didn't feel like the end of the world. It was a long few moments before Vegeta spoke again.

"The last time we almost… at Prom… I was trying to use you." Vegeta cringed at his own words. "I wanted to hide and distract myself from my feelings, and I never figured out how to apologize for that. It was gross and unfair and… not how I wanted my first time to be." His cheeks flushed at his own confession, hands suddenly sweaty as he waited for her to react.

Bulma was reeling, she didn't know what to say, there was so much to process in that sentence. "Oh," was the only word her brain could come up with, but apparently that was the wrong thing because Vegeta's shoulders slumped even further.

"Maybe I should just go," he whispered.

"No!" she said, finally finding her voice. "Please don't go." She reached out and softly tilted his head to meet her gaze. "I don't want you to go. I want you right here with me, okay? And I accept and appreciate your apology." A small smile spread across his lips as he nodded.

"And that last part…" The heat spread from Vegeta's cheeks across his whole face. "Why did you never mention it before?" Bulma asked.

"I, uh, I don't know," he stuttered. "We never really had a 'what's your sexual experience' conversation. I didn't want to bring it up because you've implied that you've had sex before, and I don't know, I just didn't want you to think less of me, I guess."

Feeling self-conscious, Vegeta tried to pull his gaze away so he didn't have to look at her, but Bulma crawled into his lap and grabbed his face with both hands. "Look at me, I would never think of less of you because of something like that, okay? There is nothing embarrassing or shameful about being a virgin."

"Ew, don't say that word," Vegeta grumbled, and Bulma couldn't help but smile.

"You know what?" she asked, leaning forward so their foreheads touched. "I think if we had sex it would be new and special for me too, because… I've never felt like this with anyone else."

"You mean that?" Vegeta asked softly.

"I really mean that," Bulma whispered back, their eyes locked on one another.

She didn't know who leaned in first, but when their lips met, their kiss felt so much deeper. This newly developed understanding and trust in their relationship created a level of emotional intimacy that made Bulma even more sure that she wanted to have sex with him.

She caressed his lips with her own, her tongue coaxing him to let her in. Vegeta's hands glided up her thighs and slipped under her shorts to grab handfuls of her ass pulling her closer and deepening their kiss. Grinding her hips down on his lap, she could feel his growing arousal press against her aching center.

She pulled away from his lips to tear off her tank top, revealing her bare chest. She noticed the way Vegeta swallowed as his gaze was fixed on her pert breasts, a little smirk tugged at her lips secretly loving the way she affected him.

His hands soon abandoned her backside, sliding up her slim waist, to capture her breasts. She let out the softest moan when his rough thumb traced over her hardening nipple. He looked up at her slowly and their eyes met. "You are so beautiful," Vegeta whispered as they gazed at one another.

Bulma felt her cheeks flush from his flattery, "no, you are."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and smiled, "shut up." She couldn't help when her small smile grew into a full on grin. He was so adorable. The fluttering feeling in her gut told Bulma that her theory was correct. Being with Vegeta was definitely going to be special and different. His lips descended onto her neck, kissing her and biting her softly in teasing punishment. His warm breath tickled her skin and made her giggle.

Suddenly Vegeta's grip on her sides tightened as he rolled them over, before continuing his assault. She sighed as he trailed down her collarbone, his lips soon found her chest and ravished her breasts with kisses and soft nips. Bulma squirmed underneath him, his attention sending a pulsing need between her thighs.

She reached between them to unzip his pants, meeting no protest this time. Their lips clashed again as they helped undress each other in a frenzy. Bulma feared she might feel shy being completely bare in front of him, but his eyes were so full of love and admiration, that those thoughts quickly faded away.

Bulma slipped her hand between her own thighs, feeling the moisture seeping from her center. "I want you so bad," she sighed, and Vegeta groaned in response, his need growing with every passing second. He stroked himself a few times, before aligning himself at her entrance.

"Wait!" Bulma yelped, pushing her hands against his chest. "Put on a condom, you dummy!"

Vegeta's eyes grew wide, "I - I don't have one…"

Bulma grumbled to herself about stupid boys being stupid and irresponsible as she rolled over and reached into her nightstand drawer and produced a condom.

"What else do you have in there?" Vegeta said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it," Bulma laughed, and ripped the package open. Her small hand joined his, mimicking his pace before he let her take over. Vegeta moaned as his eyes fluttered shut, the feel of her pleasuring him was ten times better than his own hand. He could barely imagine what being inside her silky, wet core would be like without coming.

His eyes opened when he felt her roll the condom down his length. Fucking shit. This was really happening. He was about to have sex with Bulma!

She laid back, spreading her legs wider in invitation. Her blue eyes mischievous and enticing. He aligned himself at her entrance again, and she put her hand on his chest to stop him again. "Are you sure you're ready?" she asked, a little smirk on her lips.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he repeated back to her, using the tip of his cock to tease her clit and make her squirm.

"Okay! Just fucking do it!" she cried, her need seeming almost as desperate as his. Slowly, he slid himself in, they moaned in unison as he filled her completely. "Oh my gods... you feel... soo good," Bulma sighed, rocking her hips against his. Suddenly Vegeta grabbed her tightly and prevented her movements.

"Shhh," he grumbled into her neck, "I need a second, okay? Unless you want this to be over real quick." Bulma smiled and held in her little chuckle at his confession. She slipped her fingers into his hair, scratching at the nape of his neck as he took a few deep breaths.

When pulled back to look at her, his eyes were full of hungry desire. Bulma felt a flutter of excitement in her gut (and maybe a little bit lower), before she pulled him into another searing kiss. Vegeta began pulling out, before slowly sliding back in. Another moan escaped her lips as he filled her again and again. Her hips rocked in time with his thrusts, as her hands clung to his back, nails scratching at his tanned skin.

Their breath grew labored and their kisses grew sloppy. Bulma reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit in quick circles. A tight, pleasant feeling in her core began mounting. "Don't stop," she cried. "I'm so close!"

Spurred on by her words and the downright indecent noises escaping Bulma's lips, Vegeta increased his pace, pistoning into her with renewed vigor. Her whole body tensed as she continued to work herself with her fingers, suddenly she was moaning louder than before and he felt her walls begin fluttering around his member in the weirdest most pleasant experience he and his penis had ever had.

The feeling of her orgasming around him sparked Vegeta's own climax. He nearly collapsed on top of her from exhaustion, and the two of them laid there a moment catching their breath. "You good?" he mumbled into her neck, her skin slick with a thin layer of sweat.

"I'm so good," Bulma sighed. Vegeta rolled off of her and the pair cleaned themselves up before returning to Bulma's bed. The rain outside continued to pour as they buried themselves under the covers, facing each other with their limbs tangled together, skin touching skin. Bulma reached for Vegeta's face, gingerly stroking his jawline. "I love you," she whispered in the dark.

"Me too," he replied.