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The small box of chocolates sat innocently on his hand. Vegeta sniffed it with caution; it didn’t smell bad or anything. It smelled delicious, sweet, and a bit bitter. However, Vegeta couldn’t be too careless. His years under the rule of Frieza had taught him that. Sometimes the innocent-looking things could be dangerous. Vegeta glanced at the blue-haired woman in front of him; she had an eager look on her pretty face and a hopeful glint in her expressive blue eyes. His dark, ebony eyes returned to the box in his hand and frowned. “So? What do you say when someone gives you something, Vegeta?” Bulma asked in a sweet, eager tone. Vegeta observed the box and sniffed it again, he scowled again and sneered at Bulma. “What the hell is this, woman?” He asked in confusion; he turned the small package upside down, Vegeta glanced at it as if the box was about to explode any given moment and Kakarrot would come out of it; dancing the tango. He snorted at the thought, I bet the clown would do it too. Che, the imbecile. Bulma gave an exasperated sigh, took the box, and opened it. She showed to the expectant Prince the small, dark brown candies. Vegeta gave them a side eye and Bulma rolled her eyes at him. “They’re only chocolates, Vegeta,” Bulma informed him as she gave the Prince the box back and took one of the chocolates in the process; Bulma plops it in her mouth. The Saiyan followed the movement and licked his lips. Vegeta always liked her mouth, especially when they fought. He loved how those full lips formed words, the way he had always wanted to give her something to make her shut up. “Why are you giving them to me? What the hell are chocolates, and if they are mine, why the fuck are you eating them?” He questioned her; a scowl marred his handsome face. “Chocolates are a type of candy. They’re made of sugar, milk, cocoa, and sometimes, nuts.” The scientist explained, “And I ate one so you could see that they aren’t dangerous,” Bulma snatched another one, she ignored Vegeta’s growl, “And, I gave them to you; because today is Valentine’s Day!” Bulma finished her explanation with a dreamy smile, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and a glazed look clouded her face. Vegeta gave her a weird look. Humans…They are so bizarre. I do not understand them at all. Vegeta gazed at the box. So…Chocolates are candies, but…What was this Valentine’s Day? He thought it was better to stay quiet and ask someone else later, but Bulma turned her intelligent eyes to him, and he knew that she knew. He cringed at her delighted face, he knew he was going to spend the next few minutes roping into an explanation about Earth customs that he didn’t give a shit about. “You don’t know what Valentine’s Day is?” Bulma’s tone was full of incredulity and surprise, and that angered the Saiyan prince. “Are you assuming that I am lying, woman? I do not know what this Valentine’s Day is! Under Frieza’s rule, there wasn’t anything of the sort, nothing of this was spoken of.” He told her, Bulma saw the pain and cold rage that filled his eyes; she knew it was directed to the bastard lizard. Bulma wanted to comfort the Saiyan, but she knew he would see that as an act of weakness and pity. Vegeta went silent again as he silently studied the box in his hand. “I tell you, Geta baby!” She said in her bubbliest voice which made the older man’s sensual lips turn into a ghost of a smile, “Valentine’s Day is a holiday! Where we spend it with our loved ones and friends. Here in Japan, the girls give chocolates to the guys. It’s one of the most romantic days of the year! It’s the night that the guys do stuff for their girlfriends! Like cooking romantic dinners, walking under the moonlight, having a picnic under the stars…” The woman went on and on and on with Valentine’s crap. He still didn’t understand what the big deal was. You can be romantic every day or something like that. He took one of the chocolates and ate it. The sweet, gooey goodness exploded in his mouth, and he moaned a bit. Vegeta tuned out the woman’s rant and kept eating the best candy he had in his life. The Saiyan consumed all of his treats and glanced at the woman in front of him. She spoke about kissing in the rain. Mmm, kissing. He imagined what it would be like to have her soft body in his arms, while the rain enveloped them in her cold, wet embrace. His blood boiled. Heat curled in his abdomen. The chocolate must have done something to him, however, kissing her sounded good right now. Vegeta dropped the empty box of chocolates to the floor and stood in front of Bulma, as she spoke about bathtubs full of Jell-O or something of the sort. Gods! The woman could talk! “Bulma.” He whispered in his deep voice, a few timbers lower than usual. Bulma shut up and looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. He pressed her to the wall; his strong, muscular body trapped her. “Bulma.” He whispered her name again and crushed their lips in a passionate kiss. Bulma moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He loved how the soft curves of her body molded with his hard one. His sturdy hands gripped her hips and pushed their lower bodies together, he enjoyed her groan at the contact. Bulma licked and sucked on his full lips, she loved the taste of melted chocolate and spicy Saiyan that his mouth possessed. Vegeta parted his lips; he let her thrust her tongue inside, and she coaxed him to play. He moaned and pressed his erection flushed against her pulsing groin. Bulma trailed her hands across his back and grabbed his tight ass as she rocked harder. Vegeta gave a growl, mapped her mouth one last time, and broke the kiss; slowing their thrust to a halt. He gazed at her glazed, lust-filled blue eyes with a satisfied smirk. “Well, woman. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He breathed in her ear nipped it, and left her in the hallway. Bulma slides down to the floor, as she tried to pull air into her lungs to calm down her galloping heart and throbbing pussy. Chi was right, with only a kiss I got freakin’ wet! Gods! Bless chocolates! And the best part? It wasn’t even Valentine’s Day! But the Prince didn’t need to know, right?