AUTHORS NOTE : I don't own Dragon Ball , Dragon Ball Z , or Dragon Ball GT . All Akira Toriyama's . ^_^

She was intelligent, beautiful, and above all..real. He was aggresive, corrosive, and isloated. He knew he had no one to depend on, he was all alone in this world, and that was enough for him. The sapphire haired scientist knew she had everything going her way, she was superlative compared to any other woman whom she had come in contact with.

Yet, she wanted him.

Bulma Briefs wanted the man desperate to be alone, craved the solitude .

"Vegeta.." The blue haired beauty mumbled against his lips, her hands entangled through the prince's hair.

Soft, warm and gentle was his kiss. His harsh exterior was the exact opposite of how he truly was in her bedroom.

He brought two of his gloved fingers to her jaw, lifted her chin and stared deeply into her eyes.

"What is it, woman?" He bellowed from the deepest part of his throat as his lips began to lightly grace the side of her cheek.

Bulma's back tightened a bit, as she loosened her grip on his hair. Slowly, she stepped away from the Saiyan.

This was the second time this week he had gotten this intimate with her. Growing more nervous by the second, Bulma often retreated before it went too far. As much as she wanted the prince, she knew, at any moment, he could end her.

"Woman."

'Although...' The thought began to float through her already clouded mind. 'So...delicious. He's so. . different than Yamucha.
This would be quite the experience..'

"Answer me, Woman." Vegeta growled.

The scientist blinked fast and swallowed hard.

"N-nothing.." She mumbled quickly, striding back toward the royality.

Bulma threw her arms around Vegeta's neck, and kissed his lips gently. Vegeta took note and had decided it was his turn to taunt her. Vegeta clenched a small portion of hair at her occipital bone, tugging her head back.

"Unnh..." Bulma muttered, her cheeks glowing a noticeable shade of rose.

Vegeta took this opportunity and trailed his lips across her neck, sucking ever so gently. This, was driving Bulma slightly out of her head.

The two had been against the wall in her bedroom, Never had they actually been on her bed, but now seemed as good of a time as any.

Bulma had her hands clenched to the collar of Vegeta's armor, dragging him toward her bed.

From here on, was a power struggle.

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A warm sun arose early that morning, allowing light into the scientist's room. The warmth spread over Bulma's face, causing her to flip over, and avoid being woken up.

"Mmmf..." mustered the prince. His eyes had twitched a bit before he opened them . The Saiyan rose his bare hand slowly to his eye, rubbing the sleepiness away. Vegeta's heart beat suddenly doubled as he looked at who had been beside him, face to face to be exact.

"W-wha..." He gasped.

'Oh wait...you slept with the woman!' He thought, mentally smacking himself.

Vegeta raised a hand to her face, gently caressing her warm cheeks. He had decided to be very forward, and leaned into kiss her when the loudest of bangs scared the life out of Vegeta and instantly awoken Bulma.

"W-what was that?" Bulma shouted, her hand over her chest to calm down her racing heart. "V-vegeta...?" She mumbled, looking over the side of her bed to see him laying on the carpet.

"I'll investigate Onna, Stay put." The prince replied, as he pulled over his undershirt.

Bulma anxiously bit her lip, casually tying her blanket tightly around her small body.

"Stay!" The saiyan commanded as he dashed toward the window, jumping through it.

Bulma decided to throw over a large t-shirt and some shorts and take a look for herself. She was a strong , independent woman. She needed no man to protect her!

She casually walked to the window, looking down to a very familiar flying object.

"A-ah...!" Exclaimed the blue haired beauty. "A-a...saiyan pod!"

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OOOhhh , who could possibly be in the saiyan pod ? read & review for the next chapter , until then , ja ne ! c: