So this is probably going to be a two-shot, basically this is my take on the first few sensual encounters between our favorite couple Bulma and Vegeta during the infamous three year period before the arrival of the androids.

Hope you enjoy and please R&R! Lemme know what you think.

MA for Lemon

Disclaimer: Do not own DB, DBZ, DBGT, or any of its characters.

Chapter 1

Bulma was spread across a reclined poolside chair; her wet body glimmered in the sunlight. Oversized sunglasses concealed her eyes as she laid there rerunning the events of the past few months. As she analyzed all that had gone on between Yamcha and herself she could feel her eyes dart in the direction of the new Gravity Room.

"Get a hold of yourself, girl," she muttered aloud.

"It's not about him…Yamcha betrayed me, it had to be done, and it had to end…it absolutely has nothing to do with that little arrogant psychopath, no matter what accusations Yamcha might have thrown my way," she let out a heavy sigh as she tried to rid herself of guilt. She wanted nothing more than to enjoy her freedom as a single woman but she had needs she couldn't always satisfy on her own and besides that the loneliness was just torture. That deadly combination had relentlessly filled her mind with sexual fantasies featuring the big haired Prince she invited to her home almost a year ago.

Ever since Vegeta's arrival he had totally interrupted her way of life, no longer was she the center of the universe. His enormous ego had managed to overshadow even her own which consequently lay claim to every resource the Brief family possessed. As her parents happily complied with his every demand, she could feel him invade and take hostage her own freedom which she surrendered in order to prevent stirring up any of his Princely temper tantrums. And since the Gravity Room episode that nearly cost Vegeta his life Bulma found herself worrying and looking after him more often than she would have liked. Yamcha was keen to her change in attitude towards Vegeta and that had led to many awkward and heated discussions but ultimately she had ended her relationship with Yamcha over some rumors circulating around his infidelity. In a way she was relieved the relationship had ended but the claim made about her having ulterior motives for ending it were unsettling especially since she spent a lot of mental energy thinking about the Saiyan Prince.

She sat up suddenly and looked around for any sign of human life, when she was fairly confident that she was alone she reached around her neck for the polyester lace of her bikini top. She couldn't stand an uneven tan and she was in the comfort of her own poolside. Tossing the small fabric to the side she lay back once again and let the rays shine down on her bare chest. A few moments passed by before her eyes shut and under the warmth of the sun she dozed off only to fall prey to more invasive thoughts of Vegeta.

He stared into the open refrigerator; it was bare except for a carton of leftover fried rice from the night before which he sniffed quickly before throwing it back in disgust. Groceries hadn't been done since Mr. and Mrs. Briefs had gone on vacation a few days earlier. The blonde usually took care of keeping the frig stocked for the Saiyan Prince who could easily clean it out within a day or two. Vegeta clench his teeth and slammed the door shut causing the machine to shake a bit, he began his search for the irritatingly attractive blue haired woman.

"Servant woman!" He yelled out to the top of the stairs, but nothing.

Her ki was too weak to detect from a certain distance and after a while of searching the house he found himself outside the compound which the Brief family called home. He could faintly sense her and quickly concluded she was probably spending another unproductive afternoon laying next to artificial body of water the humans called a pool. He stomped towards the back of the compound where he would find his unsuspecting victim, and when he could faintly see her immobile form he bellowed out a 'servant woman' that caused Bulma's eyes to jot open from her peaceful sleep.

Her eyes widen when she remembered the bareness of her breasts and her arms scrambled to provide cover for them.

"Don't come any closer!" She yelled in response, as she looked around frantically for her yellow bikini top from atop of the reclined chair.

"I don't take orders from you woman, I want food and you're going to do something about it," Vegeta yelled back as he advanced and quickened his stride. He could see her squirming around on the chair, the back of her head was the only thing visible until he began to close the gap between them.

"I said back off!" She called out again but that only encouraged him to continue. She turned her head to see him walking towards her, she had no choice but to bring her knees up and try to cover her chest as much as possible, she finally spotted her bikini top just a few feet behind her.

Vegeta's stride came to a halt when he noticed the yellow fabric that lay on the cement floor right in front of his feet. He looked up at Bulma's flushed face, her glaring eyes penetrating him with immense fury and then he realized what she was screeching on about.

"Get outta here, you dweeb!" Bulma managed to spit out after a moment of awkward staring. A smirked appeared on Vegeta's face as he realized the powerful position he was in.

"I will leave you be only on the condition that you keep me fed and you do as I say from now on, servant woman," he responded with the upmost confidence even though he could feel his heart rate rise with the tempting thought of walking just a few more feet and bearing witness to the woman's naked glory.

"Fine! Just hurry the hell up and I'll get you something to eat, jerk," she yelled, becoming incredibly irritated. Vegeta chuckled as he slipped the tip of his boot under the yellow fabric and kicked it up so that it would land perfectly on Bulma's head; he then turned and made his way back to the main compound.

Once he was out of sight, she tied on her bikini top once again and hurried to the tiki-esque outdoor bathroom where she left her beach towel dress hung up. She slipped on the brightly colored garment; the design pattern was reminiscent of the typical tacky Hawaiian tourist shirt style.

She had no real intention of keeping up on her end of the deal but for that moment she was going to comply with his request for lunch. She made a special call to the Capsule Corp cafeteria, who delivered to her home on request and even though the order was large they managed to have it all laid out in her kitchen table in less than an hour.

"Satisfied, your majesty?" Bulma asked sarcastically as she stared down at Vegeta who was stuffing his face with a bit of everything.

He grunted in response without looking up for a second.

"Well, I'm gonna have my lunch in my bedroom if you don't mind," her declaration falling on deaf ears. She piled some food on her plate and quickly made her way to her bedroom upstairs.

She ate quickly and headed to her on-suite bathroom to wash off the chlorine, the warm water poured down from the rain shower head and the water crashed into her newly tanned skin.

"Who does that little arrogant pervert think he is taking advantage of me while I was in such a vulnerable position? That jerk isn't worthy of my affection, there's no way I'd ever want to hook up with that loser!" Bulma muttered to herself as she massaged a special shampoo into her recently re-permed turquoise colored hair. Once again thoughts of Vegeta's sweaty muscular body began to creep into her mind; she let out a frustrated groan.

"I'm lonely, that must be the reason for all this. He's just the only accessible male in my proximity, that's all; I just want to use his body to satisfy my own needs. There's no way I could be falling for someone so selfish, arrogant, cold-hearted, overly confident, cunning, dedicated, diligent, and dammit… so painfully sexy ," She allowed the water to pour over her head, pushing down the suds from her hair.

She let out a sigh, "There's only one way to know if I really care about him…I need to make a move…"

Several quiet days had passed since the bikini incident and much to Bulma's relief Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were back in the house. Vegeta hadn't bothered her much unless he was hungry and only once or twice did he requested her presence so she could attend to some regular GR maintenance issues, but he kept to his training as much as possible.

It seemed to her that he might have been trying to avoid as many encounters as possible, she wasn't too sure how to take it but she was glad it gave her some time to plan her next move. She had to at least know if he were moderately interested in her, and to some degree she wanted him to be so she can rub it in his conceited face. Besides that she needed the ego boost after so many months of being single and maybe this little fling could turn to something more serious though she still wasn't sure if she really wanted that with someone so difficult to live with.

Her opportunity finally arrived one afternoon as she and her parents sat in the living room with tea and an assortment of pastries Mrs. Briefs had bought from the bakery that morning.

"Oh dear, it just occurred to me that today has started out very similar to that day poor Vegeta got injured," Bunny Briefs chirped worriedly before taking a sip of her tea.

"Yes dear, I too was stricken with a sense of déjà vu just now but I'm sure nothing bad will happen," Dr. Briefs responded.

Bulma's stomach turned with the memory of that event and suddenly she shared her mother's anxiety, she cursed herself internally for wasting her energy on the selfish Prince, she took another bite from her strawberry shortcake before she heard the sound of an explosion in the distance.

"The Gravity Room!" Dr. Briefs exclaimed as his cup fell to the floor.

"Oh no, not again!" Mrs. Briefs cried out jumping from her seat.

Without a word Bulma dropped her fork and jetted out of the living room and towards the kitchen door, she pulled open the door and there Vegeta stood, arms crossed with a look of immense annoyance on his face. The blue spandex shorts were slightly torn and there were a few cuts and bruises across his bare chest and arms but he looked totally unaffected by the explosion.

"He's safe," she thought. A sigh of relief escaped her lips before she quickly composed herself and allowed rage to sweep over her.

"What the heck was that!" Bulma yelled into his face.

"That stupid machine of yours is broken again, woman. I want you to fix it immediately," Vegeta demanded. Bulma pushed past him and she could see the GR still standing mostly in one piece but a cloud of black smoke swirled upwards from one side of it.

"You idiot, do you not any have respect for my home!" Bulma screeched as she turned towards the unfazed Saiyan.

"Shut up, it's not my fault your technology is inferior. Make it better and you won't have to worry about your house and I won't have to waste my time talking to you," He bellowed before walking into the kitchen.

Bulma's parents watched from the kitchen table as Vegeta walked past them towards his bedroom upstairs.

"Mother please call the fire department, it looks like they might have to put out the GR," Bulma said as she made her way back in.

"Right away, dear," Mrs. Briefs replied hurrying towards the kitchen phone.

"Father, I think we're gonna be busy for the next few days."

"Looks that way, sweetie. That boy sure does know how to stir things up around here."

"In all the wrong ways," Bulma replied running her fingers through her curls.

"Don't be so hard on him, darling; he must be going through a lot. He's not from this planet and he is the Prince of a nearly extinct species…not to mention all your friends seem to dislike him very much," The older doctor responded thoughtfully.

"I guess you're right, dad. Maybe I need to cut him some slack but I still wish he wasn't putting on that tough guy act all the time," Bulma said heading back into the living room where remainder of her abandoned strawberry shortcake still awaited her return.

The afternoon had slipped away quickly, the fire had been put on in the Gravity Room and the doctor began his work fixing it. It would take several days for the machine to be up and running again and the poor old man had to deliver the bad news to Vegeta who in response threw a few curses and insults his way before slamming the bedroom door in Dr. Brief's face.

"That boy is just like my Bulma," he thought as he made his way back downstairs.

He sat down at the kitchen table while his wife promptly began to wrap up cooking dinner. Bulma sat next to him and read the newspaper with a most uninterested look on her face.

"Is Vegeta not joining us tonight?" Bunny asked her husband, a hint of sadness in her tone.

"Oh dear, I forgot to mention dinner was almost ready," Dr. Briefs replied, "Darling would you mind grabbing Vegeta, your mother seems to be quite done preparing our meal."

Bulma frowned from behind her paper; she did not want to deal with him when he was in such a foul mood but decided she'd do her father a favor, he had done enough for today.

"Alright," She said getting up and laying the newspaper down on the table. She headed into the living room and up the stairs, as she walked down the hall she started thinking about her plan.

"This is the only opportunity I might get. Even though he's in a bad mood maybe that's exactly the kind of situation my plan calls for," She thought as she quickly approached his room. She stopped right in front of it and stared for a moment. Her plan wasn't very complex; she just needed to be alone with him for a few moments. A few nights ago she had rented a cult classic which she had planned to lure Vegeta into watching with her alone but she had never imagined him as a movie watching type in fact she wasn't really sure how she was going to convince him to do it but she finally decided it wouldn't hurt to ask.

The door open slowly and there stood Vegeta, he looked at Bulma questioningly.

"How long were you planning on standing there?" He asked mockingly.

Bulma let out a nervous chuckle, "how did you know I was here?" She asked.

"I can sense your weak ki when you're nearby," he responded, "So what do you want?"

"Dinner is ready, my mother wants you to join us," she responded.

"Fine, I'll be down in a few moments," he said as he began shutting the door on her face.

"Wait! One more thing," Bulma said, Vegeta paused and open the door again.

"You're trying my patience, woman!"

"Well…I was wondering…would you…"

"Out with it already."

"Would you like to join me after dinner for a movie," she spat out hastily.

"What will I gain from this?" He asked furrowing his brows suspiciously.

"Well, probably nothing but it would be better than staying cooped up in that room, bored out of your mind," she said regaining her confidence.

"I'll consider it," he said before shutting the door.

She raised her eyebrows and stood still for a few seconds before shaking her head and walking back into the kitchen. By the time she got there everything was laid out nicely and her parents chatted away while they wanted for her return.

Vegeta wasn't too far behind and soon they all began to stuff their faces.

Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were done eating quickly and after a few moments of insisting Bulma managed to convince her mother to let her clean up after everyone. Her parents said goodnight and headed to the garden where they'd spent the rest of the evening tending to their animals.

Bulma began clearing the table of any empty dishes while Vegeta finished off the last of his meal, she started to set the dishes into the washing machine.

"So tell me more about this movie thing," Vegeta said after swallowing down the last bit of food.

"Oh, that's right," Bulma said turning back to the table to grab more dishes, "that's probably not what you're used to calling them. Well, they're motion pictures but this kind in particular portrays a fictitious events and usually all movies have some kind of conflict, climax, and then a resolution at the end, though there are some that break those rules."

Vegeta had crossed his arms and laid back into his chair as he watched her move around the room and explain to him what a movie was.

"Fine, I'll watch your stupid movie but only because I have time to waste and this would certainly be a waste of time," He finally responded after a few moments of silence, he couldn't find an excuse not to and for some reason the temptation to be alone with her was too great for him to say no.

They sat in the dark, the glaring light from the large screen television hitting their faces. They were at opposite ends of the large couch, and Vegeta sat with a look of boredom on his face and his arms still crossed.

"This isn't working out at all!" Bulma thought as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "I shouldn't have sat down first."

A shiver ran up her spine, the temperature seemed to have dropped dramatically and she found her opportunity to get close. Her hands rubbed against her arms to warm herself up and she began to chatter her teeth noisily.

"Why are you squirming around, woman?" Vegeta blurted out impatiently as a few moments of the dramatic display.

"I'm sorry Vegeta, I'm just cold…you wouldn't mind if I got a little closer to you?" Bulma asked softly.

Vegeta's eyebrows raised a bit and stared at Bulma, "Uh, do what you like. I could care less," he finally let out.

She made her way quickly to his side, and their arms brushed against each other's. Vegeta could feel his heart pound uncontrollably, he had not been this near to her since his accident and he could hardly believe she willingly put herself so close. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and make her his, he cursed his weakness for the Earthling woman. For the last few months she had penetrated his thoughts and the only way he could concentrate on training was when he avoided her at all costs, it was especially difficult to keep her out of his head late at night when he laid in bed alone and he could hear her light sighs from the bedroom next door.

Suddenly he felt her lean into him even more and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Is she trying to kill me," he thought as his heart began to beat even faster and then he felt her hand wrap around his arm.

"You're so warm," she muttered softly. His body stiffened and he could no longer concentrate on the movie, all he could think about was how to move this along even further.

He turned his head towards the top of her blue hair and as he stared down, her head tilted up from his shoulder to meet his gaze. Her face getting closer to his, he could feel more of her weight press against him, her breasts rubbed against his muscular arm.

"Vegeta," she whispered before their lips crashed together passionately.

He quickly turned his body towards hers and pulled her onto his lap, his right hand clasping onto her breast as the other arm wrapped around Bulma's back so he could keep her close. Her hands found their way to his hair and they continued to kiss heatedly neither wanting to stop for air. Vegeta pulled back without warning and quickly grabbed Bulma's black top and slipped it off with ease, his hands went straight to her bra and he ripped the delicate fabric that connected the two cups causing her breasts to pop out. Before she could protest, she was lying on her back and Vegeta hovering over her, his body stationed between her legs and he began kissing her once again. His hands explored her naked upper body; she let out an involuntary moan when his fingers began to pinch her nipple. He moved his lips down to her neck and began kissing and biting softly, the light teasing was causing her to tremble with excitement. She felt his hands find their way to her jean's button and before he could pull down her zipper she put her hand over his.

"Stop," She let out weakly. Vegeta froze and pulled himself up; he stared down at her waiting for an explanation.

"I can't, it's too soon. Maybe we should talk about this first," She said covering her breasts with her hands.

Vegeta stared down at her intensely and finally pulled himself off the couch.

"I've had enough of this for tonight, I'm going to resign to my bedroom," He said walking away from a confused half naked Bulma.

He felt completely humiliated, she initiated the encounter and he gave in willingly to her. Something he had rarely done in the past and to think he could give in so easily to someone of such an inferior species, all of it was absolutely infuriating. He wasn't going to play her game, he would not allow someone to mock him in such a way. Not only was he a Saiyan, he was also a Prince, so very few women of his own planet were worthy of his attention and yet he could barely control himself around her, his physiological react to her was too embarrassing to handle and this rejection was almost too much to bare. At that moment he would have liked nothing more than to blast the whole planet but he knew Kakarot would be there to humiliate him ever further.

"Damn you Raditz for leading us to this insufferable planet," Vegeta snarled before entering his bedroom.

She lay in her bed unable to sleep; all she could think about was the Prince of all Idiots and how he had left her on the couch just a few moments ago. She was so confused by his actions but there wasn't a doubt in her mind he wanted her…she just didn't understand why he had to leave her so abruptly. She felt like she needed to stop it because as she was giving in to her desire for him she realized he wanted him for more than just sex, she just wanted him to say that he felt that way too.

"Maybe he needs time to figure out his own feelings," She muttered to herself letting out a sigh. She closed her eyes and allowed the events of that night to flood back into her consciousness; the sexual imagery caused her to become moist once again. She let out a frustrated sigh and opened her eyes again, her eyes found their way to her dresser. She crept out of her bed, and pulled open the top drawer, she pushed aside some clothes and found the object of her desire. Before grabbing the cylindrical object she rushed to the door and locked it as quietly as possible before going back to the drawer. She smiled down at the phallic toy and quickly made her way to the sink; she allowed hot water to pour over the shiny silicon before drying it off promptly. She jumped into bed again, and stared at the vibrator in her hand.

"I'd much rather have Vegeta right now but you'll just have to do," she whisper to the toy before pulling her night gown up and pulling the covers over her hand and the vibrator.

Vegeta lay on his bed, immobile for what seemed like forever, his mind wouldn't stop replaying the events that took place just a few moments before.

"What went wrong? She clearly wanted me but before I could proceed she stopped it all," he let out a grunt. His penis was still slightly erect and it was irritating, his body was so ready for sex but he had been shot down and his ego was wounded. He took a deep breath to try and relax and he unintentionally got a whiff of Bulma's scent.

"She's as hot and bothered as I am and yet she told me to stop, this makes no sense," He let out a frustrated groan.

Then he heard a soft buzzing sound coming from her bedroom, his eyebrow raised and out of curiosity he sat up on his bed and leaned his head against the wall that separated his room from hers, fortunately his bed was pushed up against that very wall and from the comfort of his bed he could hear the noises filling up the room next door.

The muffled moans of the blue haired woman caused his manhood to stiffen again, "She's pleasuring herself." His face became flush as he listened to the sensual sounds that escaped the gorgeous woman's lips.

He then heard her moan out his name, his hard on twitched against the restrictive fabric of his shorts, he let out a heavy sigh, "She's thinking about me while she does it…what a dirty woman. Maybe she wasn't mocking me after all."

His right hand slowly found its way to his aching member and he began to rub himself as he closed his eyes and listened to the erotic noises of his attractive housemate.

I apologize if the writing might have gotten sloppy or lazy at any point, I spent a couple of nights writing this while very very sleepy and I sometimes have trouble finding spelling or grammar errors in my own writing.

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