Vegeta\'s One-Night Stand

*This tale starts at the end of the scene near the end of DBZ Kai Episode 58 when Vegeta wakes up after seriously injuring himself during training. He looks to the right and sees Bulma sleeping in a chair next to his hospital bed, obviously having taken care of a fever he had gained from his injuries.*
Vegeta looked at the blue-haired human woman, for once stunned into silence. He had never noticed before (and would never admit) that the reason he had never harmed her on the Planet Namek was because of his attraction to her. And now, that attraction had reached new heights, seeing as how she cared for him despite his weakened state. No Saiyan woman would have done that.
The Saiyan Prince hadn’t even noticed his hand had reached up to brush Bulma’s shoulder. He withdrew it quickly as the woman stirred. She opened her large eyes and looked at him, smiling gently.
“Good to see you finally awake, Vegeta,” she said, reaching over to check his temperature. Vegeta flinched for some reason, causing her to look at him with worry. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said gruffly, turning his head aside. How could a proud Saiyan Prince like himself admit he had fallen in love with such a weak creature. Then again... Despite this human’s physical weakness, her spirit seemed unbreakable. Vegeta stole a glance at her as she prepared another washcloth to place on his forehead. ‘She boldly stood up to me, ordering ME, a Saiyan Prince, to listen to her until I recover. She... she’s strong, in her own way,’ the Saiyan realized, seeing the human race in a new light.
Bulma turned to Vegeta just then and froze at the look on his face. Vegeta gasped, suddenly realizing she saw his emotions showing through the mask he always kept up. Bulma set the washcloth back in the water and gently touched Vegeta’s face. He couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips.
“Vegeta...” Bulma said gently. The Prince opened his eyes and looked into the ones of the woman he had fallen for. The shined with love and affection. Bulma leaned closer. “It’s okay to let your guard down every once in awhile,” she whispered. That did it.
Vegeta reached up and pulled Bulma into a bruising kiss. She fell into his chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, not wanting her to get away. He didn’t care about human standards, he wanted... not he NEEDED her like he had never needed anyone else before.
Vegeta gasped as Bulma’s arms wrapped gently around his neck and shoulders. The Saiyan closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, causing the woman to moan with pleasure. That sound... He never knew something could sound so wonderful.
He didn’t want to wait and waste the opportunity he had. He slipped Bulma’s vest and shirt off, removing her bra as well. Then the Saiyan broke the kiss and began aggressively licking and sucking down the woman’s neck and chest. Bulma gasped and moaned, unable to speak from the intensity of Vegeta’s passionate advances. He flipped on top of her and removed the rest of their clothing.
Bulma looked into the Saiyan Prince’s eyes, half-frightened, half-excited. The intense passion she saw he had for her melted away most of her fears, and she wrapped her arms around him again, bringing him into a tender kiss. Vegeta kissed back, this time tenderly as well, taking his partner’s lead this once. At the same time, he slipped inside his woman and began to thrust.
Bulma gasped into the kiss, her grip tightening around Vegeta’s shoulders. ‘Oh, Kame-sama, how can...’ she thought, but pleasure overloaded her mind and she just moaned into the kiss she and Vegeta continued to share. Finally, Vegeta found completion, groaning as he released into his woman, Bulma nearly screaming in pleasure.
Yamacha slid down from the peering through the window, dejected. He turned to Pruu. “Let’s go somewhere else to train,” he said, and the two flew away.