Passion vs. Rational Thinking

Hey all you fanfic junkies out there!

I am trying to test my talent as a fanfic writer by writing this story which I have been musing over. Well it isn't done yet, this is just the first chapter but I didn't want to wait any longer…so here goes!

Disclaimer: If I did own DBZ I'd properly be very happy and very rich but it takes quite an artist to come up with such excellent characters…and well I'm not that gifted smirks' but who cares I'm in no need for more talents. ALL HAIL KING TORIYAMA!!!!!

Warning: This is a fic containing ill-mannered language; blood play and full blown lemon scenes… so don't read if that disturbs you.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Pain of Pleasure.

The wind ruffled the leaves of the autumn weather. The trees stood unmoving in the huge backyard that belonged to one of the richest and most influential companies in the empire of Japan: Capsule Corporation. It was owned by the brilliant scientist named Dr. Briefs and his daughter Bulma Briefs, who stood behind inventing the little wonders known as Capsules. It has been one of Capsule Corp's greatest inventions, but the company also delivered a great deal of advanced robot technology and small compact airplanes.

Capsule Corporation was by far the most successful company on the entire planet Earth.

Suddenly the nightly peace was disturbed by a silver porch's aggressive purring as it sped around the corner of the road, only to come to a stop in front of Capsule Corp's temporally dark buildings. A moment later a pair of long smooth legs, covered with creamy white skin made their way out of the fancy little sports car. The legs were soon accompanied by the rest of the most glorious womanly shaped body one could imagine. She flipped her aqua blue hair over her creamy shoulder and straightened the tight blood red silk dress that clung perfectly to her feminine curves. She turned her azure blue gaze towards the tuxedo clad figure and flashed him a sweet smile. "Thank You for the lovely evening Yamcha" She said while placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Yamcha's arms snaked their way around her waist so he could deepen the kiss. Bulma pressed her body lightly against his as her hands wrapped around his shoulders.

Yamcha broke the kiss and smiled. "You are welcome babe; I had a wonderful time too." He smiled beguilingly down at her. "But, what do you say about us ending this date with a bang?" he lightly kissed her neck as his hand followed a trail that lead from her waist and down to her round silk clad bottom. He stroked her gently as he edged her along the driveway towards the front door. Bulma gasped as she was pressed against the cool steel of the door. "Wait Yamcha, I I'm not in the mood right now. And besides Vegeta will properly be hungry by now, and you know what a pain in the ass he can be. "Bulma said this with a silly smile, but she actually didn't want to sleep with him. She was beginning to have her doubts about him.

And it was all Vegeta's fault.

Over the past few months whenever she and Vegeta had had one of their now quite famous verbal spars, he was often taunting her saying that Yamcha was cheating on her with other females, as he so respectably addressed the opposite sex. Bulma had just screamed at him denying even the slightest possibility that Yamcha could be fucking someone else. Instead she clung to her own version, that it was not true and that he loved her and that they were happy together. Vegeta of course, had just laughed at her mocking her for her naivety. Bulma hated whenever he brought up her love life.

It seemed that Vegeta had discovered that bringing up that scared weakling as Vegeta called him; would piss Bulma off so much that their usual tongue spar just ended up with Bulma stomping off leaving Vegeta victorious and highly self - satisfied. The fact that Vegeta knew just how to pres her buttons and piss her off seemed to be a great source of amusement to the arrogant selfish prick prince. Damn verbal fucker! Bulma thought angrily.

"Hey! Bulma, babe you still with me? "Bulma snapped her head up to look into the face of her life long love. "Sorry Yamcha I was just spaced out a moment, but now I'm back" She again flashed him one of her brilliant smiles, not wanting him to know that some kami - damned, self centred, good for nothing prince could actually make her question Yamcha's love for her.

"Good, just forget about Vegeta…" Yamcha smiled as he kissed her again, harder this time.

"Because I would just hate it if you were too preoccupied with that saiyan bastard, so you would miss all the nice things I have in mind for you. " He breathed into her ear, his voice a seductive whisper designed to turn her on. She could feel his hand run down her smooth thigh fumbling with the hem of her silk dress. "Y Yamcha, stop, I don't want to…It's not right. " Bulma managed to utter the words in a firm whisper that should be enough to make her point clear. "What do you mean with it's not right? "Yamcha began clearly disappointed over her turning him down yet again. "Oh come on Bulma. We've discussed this; I love you, you know that. Don't you love me? "

He looked deep into her eyes trying to change her mind by looking as though he was hurt. Bulma hated when he did that, trying to make her feel guilty for turning him down. "Of course I love you Yamcha. But I do not want to; I just need to get some sleep. "She stated getting annoyed. Why couldn't he just get it through that thick scull of his? "But babe I haven't had you since I came back from death. Don't you think I deserve a little reward for my patience?" he smiled slyly once again playing with the hem of her dress. "Stop it Yamcha! I don't WANT TO and that is FINAL! I am not going to fuck you just because you act like some bitch in heat." Her eyes flashed with anger as she uncovered how she felt about him whenever he tried to seduce her into bed with him.

Yamcha's hands were now holding each of her shoulders in a firm grip his face clouded. "If that is how you see it. Then I don't know why I keep wasting my time with someone who keeps a locker on their pussy. "His grip on her shoulders tightened, he was truly angry now. The look in his face was a clear mask of his anger but it was the disappointment that sculptured every word that fell from his lips.

Had Bulma really made him wait too long? Had she just been selfish without seeking to his needs? It was a rather nasty feeling but she couldn't just have sex with him because it was what he wanted, could she?

No, she could not. She was not about to give up the most precious thing a woman could give just to feed his starved cock. And if he couldn't stop thinking with his dick instead of his head, then he wasn't worth it.

Finally she raised her icy gaze to meet his clouded black eyes. "I hope you enjoyed our date Yamcha" she said with a sweet voice that was almost scary. "Because…"Her hand slowly gliding down his chest to gently grasp his stiff cock through the material of his pants, all the while keeping her eyes locked onto his, a sinister grin dancing on her lips. "BECAUSE THAT IS THE CLOSEST YOU WILL EVER GET TO ME AGAIN!" Yamcha howled in pure agony as Bulma squeezed his cock as hard as she could, her sharp manicured nails digging into the oversensitive flesh. Bulma laughed in triumph "What do you say about that honey bun? Was it too good for you" Bulma continued to laugh as Yamcha half ran half stumbled to his car still screaming. He clumsy seated himself inside the car and sped away leaving long brake marks on the road.

Bulma kept standing on the doorstep until she couldn't hear the deep rumbling from the car as it fled down the road. Damn you Yamcha! Why can't you just except that I don't want to fuck when I'm not sure that I love you any more.

Damn you Vegeta!

Why do you have to stick you nose in everything, literally. How can the hell can he just say that Yamcha is cheating on me just because he can smell other women on him. I mean he could have pushed past a woman in the street and caught her scent. He doesn't actually have to sleep with her to catch her scent does he? She sighed looking up at the newly wished back moon, it was not quite full yet, properly tomorrow it would be perfect. But it still hovered proud and strong ruling the night together with its ever faithful followers, the stars. She turned on her heel unlocking the door, walking gracefully inside and relocking it.

She walked into the kitchen throwing her purse on the counter. She was about to turn and walk upstairs when she heard a deep dark voice in the darkness of the house.

"Well done woman, it sounded like you finally gave that weakling boyfriend of yours the pink slip." He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that was able to wave from cruel, mocking, arrogant and pure evil, it all depended on which mood he was in. Right now it was his usual mocking sound, god, it made her blood boil.

"I don't think it is any of your god - damned business Vegeta" Bulma stated annoyed. It seemed he had an insatiable need to torment her lately and it was not just their daily game of seeing who could toss out the most insults in the least amount of time. It was him strolling around in the tight sexy shorts putting his tight ass on annoyingly good display.

"Leave me alone Vegeta, I've had a shitty night and you are only making it worse." He smirked stepping out of the shadows baring his body for Bulma to see, he was still wearing the tight leather shorts he trained in during the day, a pair of sneakers and a towel draped across his muscular shoulders. His perfect chest was still sweaty and glowing in the moonlight. Bulma's eyes took in every part of his perfect warrior frame finally coming to rest on the smirking lips. "Seeing something you like woman?" his smirk widened, while advancing on her.

"No! I…just don't understand how you can stand having those shorts on an entire day without fainting from that disgusting smell." She said making a face to illustrate her point, when all she truly wanted was to see him in all of his saiyan glory.

Bulma cursed inwardly for her inappropriate thoughts not noticing that Vegeta now stood mere inches from her. He leaned in and whispered in her ear; hot breath tickling her.

"Would you rather have me taking them off?"

She blushed and he smirked sexily as his hand snaked its way around her waist pulling her closer. "I can see it in your eyes…" his lips were now skimming the edge of her ear, his breath making the small hairs on Bulma's neck stand up. "You want me. I can feel it I can Smell it…" Bulma's body was now pulled flush against his as both his arms was secured around her waist. His lips and tongue played along her jaw…

Oh God! The heat emitting from his body felt like liquid fire seeping into her skin and combined with his teasing breath it send shivers of desire straight to her core. "No stop!" the eyes Bulma didn't know she had closed suddenly shot open as she roughly pushed out of his arms. "No stay away, I don't want you. I've never wanted you." she hissed.

Whether she was arguing with the prince or herself she wasn't sure.

Vegeta smirked, as he saw the effect that he was having on her, he knew he was turning her on. But who wouldn't be. "You really believe that? You don't sound very convincing." His smirk grew wider. "You know, you are denying yourself the ultimate pleasure if you turn me down." He whispered seductively advancing on her again.

"Just stay the hell away from me! I don't want you" Bulma snapped hoarsely, as she backed away, but ended up pressed against the wall. Vegeta laughed lowly as he stalked forward trapping her between his hot body and the cold wall.

"Well then, tell me you don't want this" He kissed her neck, his strong hand slowly stroking her creamy thigh.

"Oh s stop, don't…" Bulma moaned in spite of herself, words of resistance stuck in her throat.

"Tell me no and I'll stop." Vegeta's hand gliding towards the centre of her need stroking her masterfully as Bulma shook her head in denial. His body was still firmly pressed against hers, but not making her immobile.

"Oh god please…don't…" Bulma could feel heat building up inside of her threatening to swallow her hole. Never in her life had she felt anything like this, it was like her entire body was on fire, aching, longing for fulfilment.

Vegeta smirked in satisfaction as he saw the look on face, or rather what he didn't saw. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as she slowly moaned; a deep blush was draped across her smooth cheeks. He knew she was aroused; it was easy to pick up the sweet scent that secretly seeped from her body whenever she was around him. Though she always had it covered up with some of that stinking water called…what was the earthen name?...perfume. Yes that was it. Vegeta was snapped out of his thoughts by Bulma's moaning and whimpering, he chuckled "Enjoying ourselves aren't we?" his smirk transforming into a wolfish grin.

Bulma continued to moan and writhe, her hips automatically rocked against his fingers. "Do you want more, woman?" Vegeta slowed his fingers and Bulma whimpered in protest trying to rock her hips faster against his hand. But she was pressed hard against the wall by a sneering Vegeta. "I didn't hear your begging." He sneered into her ear. "You will have to beg me to fulfil you. And if you don't I will leave you alone to deal with your own empty needs. Now, what is it going to be, Woman? "Bulma repressed the urge to scream at him for making her feel so damn vulnerable. How could he manage to make her feel…so…

So…hot…

So…sinful…

So…wonderful…

So…longing…

So…desperate…

She had to beg him…it was the only way she could get what she craved. Kami she hated him for making her do this, but what options did she have? She needed this release, if not she was sure the muscles in her abandon would burst if she didn't relieved the pressure soon. What was a little vulnerability when it was sure to get her what she wanted? It didn't cost her anything else but breath. She was painfully snapped back when she felt Vegeta's fingers leave her wet hole, her hand instantly shot out to keep him in place.

She had made up her mind.

"Oh please…don't stop…give me…more…please" she begged breathlessly, she was so close…so damn close…Vegeta smirked in satisfaction.

"Good girl."

He plunged his fingers deep into her hitting her secret spot that nobody had ever touched before. Bulma screamed and her fingers clawed at the paint on the walls. She felt her juices flow from her body coxing Vegeta's fingers; she slumped down onto the floor panting heavily. Vegeta towered over her licking her juices of off his hand. When he was done he turned on his heels and headed for the stairs, he paused at the bottom of the stairs and turned to look at her.

"I expect you to have the Gravity Room fixed in the morning."

"…Fine."

The next morning; a very confused and deeply satisfied Bulma got up early to fix the Gravity Room for a certain saiyan prince. I can't believe what he did last night. I mean it's not like I didn't try to stop him. It's just…oh! Who am I kidding? Bulma put a hand on her forehead and clenched her eyes shot; she shook her head violently in an effort to be rid of such ridiculous thoughts.

You are not supposed to be lusting after Vegeta. You are in love with Yamcha remember?! Although he was a real ass last night, and he is never even good in bed. It is always him who gets all the pleasure, I'll have to talk with him about that the next time I see him. It shouldn't bee long before he'll come around here and beg me to take him back. Bulma smiled smugly as she made her way across the backyard towards the Gravity Room.

Vegeta woke up with a start he'd been having this odd feeling which had plagued him all night. It had started just after he was done teasing the woman. He had found that he had to punish her after making him lose his control like that, just that flimsy dress she was wearing leaving nothing to the imagination. He been so close to just throw her on the floor and fuck her senseless, but instead he had restrained himself and quickly left before he had lost his head.

He cursed. Since when had he been lusting after her? Oh she was pretty all right. At least by human standards. But he had never considered the fact that he could possibly want to sleep with her. And what the fuck had possessed him to flirt with her? But how could he have ignored her when she was practically parading around half naked. If she did not watch out the woman would find herself in some serious trouble sometime.

Groaning in frustration he put his hand over his face trying to shut out his thoughts about the woman. He sighed deeply and found himself inhaling the sweet scent of her juices which still lingered on his fingers. Vegeta's eyes flew open when he felt himself becoming hard.

A deep throated growl erupted from him as he threw the blanket aside and came face to face with his resurrected tail. How come he hadn't felt it growing back, maybe it had been the odd feeling he had had all night. For a saiyan who had ever lost his tail there was usually a good reason for it to grow back. Saiyans used their tails for transformation, but it also had an important role when a saiyan had gone into heat. When the moon was full, it triggered some hormones to be released from the tail into the bloodstream and the saiyan would be reduced to creature of need.

Vegeta gritted his teeth, the last thing he needed was yet another thing to distract him from his life goal - to achieve the status of the Legendary Super Saiyan and defeat Kakarot. Just fucking great, if he really have gone into heat it would mean that he would have no choice but to pick some useless female and fuck her raw repeatedly until this is over. But if he was not in heat, then his tail could just have come back because it was full moon last night. Vegeta certainly hoped so. But there is only one way to be sure.

He slowly lifted his hand and turned it so he could look at his palm. His eyes widened with disbelieved truth as his suspicion was confirmed. There, in the centre of his palm was a dark circle which was to represent the full moon. It was only the royals who had such a mark whenever they went into heat. The heat would usually start when the moon was full and would end again when the moon had disappeared, before becoming full once more. The mark on his palm would slowly fade due to the moon's fading. When the moon was gone the mark would be as well, and the heat would be over.

On Vegetasei heat periods were not problems due to the fact that the moon only showed itself every eight year. But that still not kept saiyans from mating; it was indeed a very common thing. It was believed that if a child came from a couple who shared a mental link as a product of their mating. It would be easier for the child to tap into his mental powers plus he would learn how to control his mind in his Oozaru form much faster which was a clear advantage in battle.

Vegeta himself, of course, had the advantage of being conceived by a mated couple. But now that the heat seemed to finally have caught up with him that only gave him a few hours to figure out how exactly to deal with this.

The most logical thing would of course be to simply blow up the moon and end the heat immediately, but a part of his mind loudly protested at this, the prince growled his sharp senses once again zeroing in on the woman's scent. How he wanted to fuck her so badly!

To watch her squirming and screaming beneath him. He wanted to taste her blood, and drink her desire until she screamed her throat hoarse.

Vegeta growled the hormones from his tail already triggering different changes in his body, such as skin colour, his usual golden tan would be replaced by a more alluring bronze nuance. Next his musk would chance to a more spicy flavour that was designed to attract females, fortunately human senses were way too undeveloped to detect these kinds of delicate changes in body scents.

Bulma lay under the control panel in the centre of the Gravity Room repairing some of the main cables which was combined to the generator. It was those that made it possible that the ship could even create the intense gravity. But it seemed that they had short - circuited, well she would fix that in no time.

Suddenly Bulma felt something soft and quivering moving up her leg.

"What the hell!?" She gasped and looked from under the panel to see what was touching her. She came face to face with the most beautiful blood black tail. She stared transfixed at it until a chuckle snapped her out of her hypnosis.

"Vegeta, what are you doing?" he didn't answer her. Instead he continued looking at her with the eyes of a predator watching it's pray. Suddenly he learned down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. At first Bulma tried to push him away, but he didn't budge, then when she tried to squirm away she found that his tail had a firm hold on her thigh that made sure she couldn't escape. He released her lips and smirked when she gave a moan. A light blush coloured her pale cheeks.

Bulma hadn't collected the breath to protest before she found herself tossed over Vegeta's shoulder as he made his way down to the bedroom that was in the lower part of the ship.

Vegeta threw her on the huge soft bed, and immediately started tugging off her clothes as he kissed and nipped on her neck. Bulma gasped as he ripped her pants off her body. He rubbed his hardness against her exposed clit. Bulma gasped and wiggled beneath him she could fell the incredible heat build up inside of her again. Oh kami what is he doing, why is suddenly behaving like this?'

"Vegeta" she gasped. "Why are doing this to me? Get…off of me, now" she managed to squeeze out every word between pants.

"Shut up woman. I don't care what you want; I do what the hell I want." He growled and rubbed against her harder as his tongue found and sucked on her nipple while his other hand travelled down to her shameful entrance which was wet and hot.

Bulma was about to yell at him to get the hell of off her but all rational thinking escaped her brain when Vegeta plunged his fingers deep inside of her. She cried out and arched her back when she felt his fingers starting to pump fast in and out of her.

"You like that my little slut" Vegeta smirked when he saw how his ministrations affected her. She could not deny that she enjoyed it too. He pumped his fingers faster, while his tail brushed over her clit making her gasp and whimper bringing her closer and closer to the edge of fulfilment. Finally touching the magic spot inside her she came shuddering and screaming. She clawed at the bronze skin of his back trying to relax her body which still convulsed with the remains of her orgasm.

Vegeta smirked as he heard Bulma voice out her pleasure for him to hear and it was almost his undoing. He leaned down and nipped at her breasts as he brushed his fingertips against the bundle of nerves inside of her. Bulma sobbed and ached her back trying to get him to plunge his fingers in deeper but he pulled them away leaving her with an unbearable need, it was as though her clit throbbed with the painful sensations of being abandoned right on it's peak. Vegeta took a deep breath as he tried to gain back some of his control but having her screaming and writhing under him had almost made him surrender to his primal beast. He had had to stop before he had just screwed her into the bed crushing her bones in the process, or worse he could kill her in the heat of the moment, and there would be no one left to help him through his heat. Vegeta grunted as the smell of sex began to fill his nostrils. He growled as he felt his groin tighten painfully. He had done everything he could to keep his mind under control but it slipped away.

Bulma looked up and saw Vegeta supporting his weight on one arm and his body which glistened in sweat only covering half of hers as he took great gulps of air his eyes glassed and unfocused. She thought he looked desperate almost fearful…but before she could be sure she was slapped in the face by his unruly mane as he ducked and shook his head violently from side to side. He stopped abruptly and looked her square in the eye his expression unreadable. Before she could ask him what was wrong he threw himself down on top of her knocking the wind out of her as he plunged his fingers right back into her empty shell.

Bulma screamed silently having lost her voice along with her breath. Her eyes widened and her back arched freezing in place having lost her conscious in the realm of bliss. Vegeta felt her juices flow down his fingers coating them as he stared at the rather horrific looking expression on Bulma's face and he could clearly see the veins on her neck pulsing in and effort to make her breath while she rode the waves of pleasure. He watched on amused as she slacked and her chest rose rapidly to feed some air into her starved lungs. He pulled his fingers out of her body and brought them up to her lips. He smeared the thick pearly cream over her lips and pulled them away smirking just as she dipped her tongue out to catch them. He chuckled at her glare and bent down to kiss her roughly pushing his tongue into her mouth tasting her. His hand which was still covered in the essence of her pleasure continued to draw a wet trail down to her breast and rubbed her juices over her nipples making them even harder.

She tasted so sweet, like the purest nectar from the rarest flower.

His mouth followed the wet trail down until he got to her breasts and he nibbled and sucked at them listening to her moans and soft cries of pleasure while he worked himself out of his pants. He wrapped his tail around her waist holding her still as he grasped her long legs and spread them apart and in one swift motion he was buried inside of her tight hot heat.

Bulma screamed with the sudden invasion and held on to Vegeta for dear life while he hammered in and out of her, his teeth and tongue still torturing her nipples. She cried out with each thrust as they rocked her back and forth. She bent her legs sliding her hips up to clash fiercely with Vegeta's. She looked at Vegeta. His eyes were clenched shut and his brows furrowed in concentration as he stabbed into her heat, small animalistic grunts escaping through his clenched teeth.

Bulma's head was lightly banged against the bedpost because Vegeta's thrust rocked her further and further against the bedpost. She clenched her teeth and tried to ignore the building pain in her head. But she soon forgot everything else than the unbearable tightness in her abdomen as Vegeta sped up his trusts pounding her into the mattress.

Bulma could hear the blood rushing in her ears and she desperately tried to focus on the orgasm building up inside of her. She shut her eyes tightly and bit her lip until it bled. With one final huge shudder she screamed Vegeta's name hoarsely as he sent her crashing over the edge. Vegeta grunted loudly as he too came clamping his strong jaws onto her upper arm drawing blood.

He ignored her scream of pain as his sharp fangs parted her creamy white skin. He collapsed beside her on the bed panting and trying to regain his senses. He could hear the woman beside him whimper as the last spasms of pain and orgasm passed her body. He took a moment to regain is composure and then got of the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" the questioning voice made him turn around starring blankly at the woman.

"I am going to take a shower. I am done with you now."

The cold harsh statement made Bulma's anger rise just like the shame. "How dare you, you fucking bastard! I've not just some cheap whore you can use for your own pleasure and then throw away like nothing happened." She glared at him her eyes flashing with anger.

Vegeta burst into a mocking laughter. "Oh, I think there is something you've misunderstood, slut." He mock purred the last word, making Bulma nearly jump of the bed and bite his head of.

"First of all you are a slut. You have cheated on your earthling mate and it was not like you didn't enjoy it either." He smirked in triumph at the look on her face.

"Well so what? It doesn't mean anything. You were the one who started this Vegeta. I tried to stop you but you kept going and…

"I didn't do anything you didn't want me to do." Vegeta cut in. "And I certainly don't have to force myself on you. You were as willing as any slut would ever be to fuck me." He sneered cruelly.

"Don't get ahead of yourself asshole; I would never have considered fucking you if you hadn't touched me like that!" Bulma was taken aback by Vegeta's laughter.

"So you did enjoy it. Well I can't say I blame you. Anyone would be honoured to get the chance to be bedded by the saiyan prince." Vegeta smirked pleased with himself. She had set herself up for that one. Not realizing that she had just admitted that she had actually enjoyed sleeping with him. "Bedsides, I'm sure it was way better than your petty excuse for a mate could ever do." He chuckled at the hurt look that entered her eyes.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" with that Bulma gathered the sheets around her body and ran out of the room as fast as her sore muscles could carry her followed by Vegeta's cruel laughter.

When she finally made it to her bed room she tossed the dirty sheets on floor, curled up on her bed and wept her tears of shame.

Well, what do you think? My very first chapter in my very first fic.

I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it

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