BlueMoon Goddess: Here's the continuation from the last chapter! I'm so happy that you guys like the story! And I know some people still had some questions about from the last chapter, and at the end it will be explained. But for now, enjoy the rest of the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, its characters or 'His Secret Baby' by Vanessa Waltz, which this fic is based on.

Summary: Seven years ago Bulma met Vegeta. She knew he was dangerous, but his devilish smile pulled her into his lap and straight into his bed. He was pure sin, good for one night of fun, and nothing else. For one night, she forgot about his dangerous side. But then she got pregnant. And with who he was and his line of work, she wasn't going to raise her son with him. So she ran away and he never knew about the baby. Now he's found them and he wants his family back. A bigger family... and another baby.

The crowd of people parted for the Saiyan men as they lunged toward Bulma, as her back hit the back of the bar. People screamed as her arms were yanked behind her back and Vegeta's gaze burned at her as his hand wrapped around her throat. He reached around her back as she let out a shriek of pain. She then felt him groping her back muscles, him palming her ass, giving it a squeeze, then finding the money clips buried deep in her back pocket.

A silent horror rips through her as he shows her the money clips, holding her neck with his massive hand. Accusing, dark eyes burning at her.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear!"

The others holding her back laughed and even Vegeta gives a dark chuckle. "Whatever you say woman."

"I know how this looks. I know…dammit, stop laughing at me!"

"Take her to the back."

'No!' Bulma didn't know what that meant. But in every movie she's ever seen, you take someone out in the back to kill them. Her life slides past her like a boring PowerPoint presentation. All the long hours slaving in this shitty bar and that restaurant just to scrape a couple of pennies together only to live longer enough to do the same thing again the next day. Over and over, always living paycheck to paycheck. One obstacle after another. She thought she was living, but what was it all for?

"I didn't meant to, you have to let me explain!"

Their voices rise in a chorus of laughter. Even to her ears, her excuse sounded pathetic. The bar patrons only glance at her with pity, but it's the kind of pity that's also intermixed with "Well, she asked for it." And she can't really blame them for that.

The Saiyan men push her through the Employees Only door and a female voice lifts in a scream but she can't see anything. It's all too vivid for her to process. Bulma shoved through a second door, the locker room where they have staff meetings sometimes. There's nothing in there but a cheap plywood table and Kevin, sitting in one of the chairs. His milky-white face blanches even further at the sight of three Saiyans.

"Get the fuck out of here." Vegeta's growl acts as an explosion under Kevin's ass. The chair knocks to the floor as he sprints from the room, the door banging loudly behind him. So much for chivalry. He walks in front of her field of vision, looking handsome and pissed off. He glances at his colleagues. "Leave us."

"Yes sir."

The door closes softly behind them and Bulma looks at the four blank walls of this shitty office, convinced this is where she was going to die. Then a smirk crawls over his face. He grabs the tie at his throat and loosens it around his thick neck.

"Honestly, I wasn't trying to rob you."

"So you weren't honestly trying to take my money?"

"It was a mistake!" She utters in a half-sob. "Haven't you ever made a mistake before?"

He nods sagely, taking a few steps be needs to flatten her against the wall. "My father used to make me kneel on salt for hours."

Shit.

He brandishes the money clip and Bulma flinches at its appearance. His lips part as he trails the sharp edge of the bills against her cheek, then he turns the money clip and rubs the metallic edge over her mouth. She startles at the gentle touch.

"Is this wat you want?"

"No."

"You stole from me."

"I didn't—"

"You stole from me." He repeats again in a harder voice. "That means I own you." A smirk flashes across his face again. "How much is this anyway?"

She watches with increasing dread as he quickly thumbs through it.

"About five hundred. Do you think your pretty little mouth is worth that much?"

The metal stings her bottom lip as he presses down. "I―my mouth?"

"Yes." And then he took her shoulder in his rough hand and his hard body nearly swallowed hers. "I could take you back to the organization, make an example out of you there."

Her mouth dries. All Bulma knew about that tall, black building with the Saiyan flag hanging on the front of it, was that it was the main base for them. It was like a giant hotel and that's were all of them resided. She also knew that outsiders were rarely allowed inside. And even if they did go in, some never came back out.

"No please." She pleaded.

"Then suck my cock."

'Suck his cock?' The absurdity of it rings in her head. Her being in this stupid room kneeling in front of this handsome bastard to suck his dick. And yet at the same time she's relived. He just wants a blowjob, that's all. Relief nearly makes her collapse to the ground, but she forces her shaking legs to stand still.

"What do you mean make an example?" She questioned.

"Maybe I'd take you in front of the council and let them decide your fate. Or maybe I'd just bend you over my knee and give you the spanking you deserve."

Bulma didn't think her face could burn any hotter, but the image of her sprawled over his lap, her panties pulled down to her knees sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Vegeta caresses her lip, then trials the wad of money lightly over her skin and down her neck where her heartbeat throbs. "Then I'd take you to my place. I'd collect the rest of my payment there. Either way, I win."

"You're a bastard."

He smiles. "I told you I wanted to fuck you, not hurt you."

"Then don't!"

"But you stole from me. You've put me in a tricky situation, woman. There has to be some kind of punishment otherwise what would people think?"

"That you're a decent person who realizes that people make mistakes?"

"Decent? Does anything about me scream decent to you?"

'No, it didn't.'

"I can't hear your thoughts woman." He says in a singsong voice.

"No."

"And do you think I would've gotten to where I was if I was a nice guy?"

"Probably not?"

"The answer is no. There's no way in hell I'd be this rich or be standing in this room right now looking into your gorgeous eyes if I was nice."

Bulma's hand flies to her hair, her heart beating so fast that she can feel her body shake.

"And I can't have people thinking that I've gone soft, so I think you had better kneel."

"This is crazy!"

"I'm giving you an easy way out. Kneel and wrap those lips around me. Let's not pretend that your panties aren't wet at the very idea."

She was ashamed to admit that they were. He's a fucking bastard and he knows he's got her between a rock and a hard place, but what does it matter? Vegeta watches her with a half-cocked smile, waiting for her to do something that they both knew she wanted to do. "Take off your shirt first."

Something changed.

The air didn't feel tense, it was electric. His heat beat down on her like the sun. She'd forgotten how good it felt just to be looked at with desire. Under his gaze, she felt like she's in control. His eyes follow her hands as she grabs the hem of her soaking wet tank top. Bulma gives him a smile as she teases him with inches of her skin. He watches her roll it over her ribs and then her breasts. He let out a sigh, the cold air stinging her wet skin as she throws her tank top off her head, landing somewhere in the corner.

He touches her and she waits to feel revulsion or some kind of horror, but his hand glides over her skin like a lover's. He palms her breasts, warming them instantly and she touches his solid middle as pleasure thrums deep inside her like the sudden twang of a guitar string. Oh God, he feels good. He plays with her breasts, smiling in wry satisfaction at the peaked nipples.

"I knew you were hiding an amazing pair of tits." Vegeta moves a broad thumb over the sensitive skin, bending his head so that she can feel his breath over her naked skin.

Bulma let out a sound of disbelief and felt his lips brush her ear. "You don't think I like these?" He squeezes them and a rush of energy goes straight to her brain.

"No…I mean, yes. I just think you're exaggerating."

"I'm about a minute away from throwing you on that table and fucking you. Take off your pants."

When she caught her breath, she stands back from him slightly and bends over. His hand moves over her back as she slides her thumbs behind her jeans, pulling them off with her panties. She's already slick for him and she doesn't understand it. There should be fear pumping through her veins, not desire.

Vegeta's nostrils flare into little wings when she straightens herself and then she curls her hand around his loosened tie and tugs hard. It would take more than her weight to force him to do anything, but he bows his head close enough for her to feel his breath burning over her lips. Bulma closes the distance, fingers hooked through the neck-hole of his tie as he smirks against her mouth. She kisses him, bruising hard lips and he crushes her back as his hands wrap around her, gliding up and down her back. He squeezes her ass and she feels the rough calluses on her skin. Then his thigh digs into hers and she feels the iron rod of his cock digging into her groin. Her pussy clenches hard at the precise moment he slides his tongue in her mouth.

She couldn't believe she was actually mauling this guy. A Saiyan…a thug…gangster, whatever the hell you want to call him, he's a freaking stranger. She grabs one of his hands and laid it around her waist. She sucks in his bottom lip, biting down as she guides him to her clit. His finger slides along her pussy as he lets out a short growl into her mouth. He breaks away, his eyes livid.

"On your knees." He shoves her down and she grabs his legs to slow her descent. Then his hands work madly at his buckle.

She kneels on the rough carpet, naked in the garish yellow light. He looks down with barely restrained emotion and she realizes that she actually wants this man's dick in her mouth. Bulma touches him through the fabric of his slacks and hears him suck in a breath. She pulls the zipper down and yanks his pants over his broadly muscled legs. Charcoal grey briefs strain absurdly against the bulge of his cock, which is so big that his head pokes out of his leg hole.

He grabs her hair in a wordless grunt and then she frees his cock from his stiff underwear. Damn he's big. Thick veins pound blood into his length, which is way longer than the span of her hand. She makes a circle around him, but she can barely touch her fingers.

"Like what you see woman?"

Bulma looks up and strained eyes stare back at her. "It's fucking huge." She explores him, running her fingers over the sensitive fold of skin right under his head. A thin stream of precum slides down his head and she flicks her tongue across him.

Vegeta was losing his patience. He grinds his fingers into the back of her head and she leans forward, trying to open her mouth wide enough. Her tongue glides on the underside of him as he stretches her mouth wide enough to be painful. Bulma grabs the base of his cock and hold the cool sack of his balls as he pushes. She was close to gagging, but she forces herself to relax. She's not letting this guy leave unsatisfied. He'll have the best fucking blowjob from her so help her God.

His fist in her blue hair guides the pace but she picks it up and moves her lips up and down his length. Vegeta makes a loud groan and she glances up briefly to see his eyes fluttering. She pumps his cock, swirling her tongue around his head and then she moves her hands to his ass and she pushes.

"Goddamn it." He grunts.

Bulma feels him like a thick log in her throat, cutting off her air completely. She didn't let go until he was all the way inside. Her lips touch the base of his cock and then she gags. He pulls out, saliva stringing from her lips and she allows herself a few deep breaths.

"Will you help me?"

"Fuck yes."

She takes him back inside his mouth, ignoring the pain at the back of her throat. Her lips stop a half-inch from his groin. He bends his knees and thrusts his hip. She's choked with some guy's dick, on her knees, naked and he'll punish her if she didn't suck him off. It's the hottest moment of her life. He ruts her a few times, pulling out just enough for her to inhale a stream of air. Her lips kiss his body and she brushes her tongue against his balls.

Vegeta pulls out all the way, his hands no longer painful in her hair but still commanding. "I'm going to cum inside that pretty mouth of yours."

Her mind wants her to pull back and spare herself the humiliation of taking his come in her mouth. But there's nothing embarrassing about sucking this man's cock. She inhales deeply and then she takes his slick length inside her mouth again.

The room explodes with Vegeta's voice, his wordless grunts and the wet sounds of his cock. He deep throats her, fucking her mouth once, twice and then she feels the surge of liquid under her tongue. He gasps and then her mouth floods with salty warmth. Her lips tighten around him as he pumps in and out, releasing more hot jets of come that she lets slide to the back of her throat. Gentle fingers caress her hair as he lets out a satisfied groan. His legs tighten under her hands as he pulls out. It's still rock-hard when it passes from her lips, then he tugs her hair and its a few seconds before she realizes that he wants her to stand up.

Sound dials back up as Bulma follows the pressure of his hand. His raged breaths echo in the small room and she feels them like a finger, pulsing in and out of her pussy.

"I've never done that before." She said, heat flooding her face.

His hand rests on the back of her neck, playing with her hair. It's a pleasant feeling. "It didn't feel like your first time."

Now she was embarrassed. She wraps her arms around her chest and Vegeta notices with an exaggerated scowl. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You got what you wanted didn't you?"

The fingers rubbing the back of her head, making her forget that she's standing in the locker room of her workplace. It's almost as though they were lying in bed together. He won't even tear his eyes from hers, it's overwhelming.

"Not yet. It's your turn."

"My turn?" She blinks, completely lost.

His lips crash over hers, pushing her backward until she hits the edge of the table. Strong hands wrap around her body and bend her over it. His wicked face looms above hers, his tie dragging between her breasts she lays down over the table. She felt his cock against her leg and for a wild moment she's sure he's about to plunge his dick between her legs, but he reaches back with his hand. Her back arches when he touches her clit, the breath going out of her in one swift exhale. She can't believe how good it feels. His fingers play with her pussy, sliding up and down with an incredibly wet and erotic sound.

"Oh!"

"That's it…let me hear how badly you want me."

Bulma rewards him with another moan and he plunges his fingers inside her. Her muscles tighten over him as a ragged scream rips from her throat. It's so sudden, so amazing, she didn't expect her heart to jump like this.

A series of knocks hits the door. "Vegeta!"

He shrugs off the sound with the air of a lion shaking off an irritating fly. "What Nappa?" He barks at the door.

"Everything ok?"

Vegeta's fingers jump inside her and she presses her hand against her mouth. He watches her with a smoldering grin. "We're fine, aren't we woman?" He says in a low purr. He sucks in his bottom lip, eyes roving over her breasts and abdomen with a deep-throated growl.

"Sir?"

"I'm not done with her yet." Vegeta calls back to the Nappa.

Bulma's cheeks burn as though there's a flamethrower right next to them. Vegeta buries his finger in her pussy, grinning at her shame. She can practically hear Nappa's thoughts as she hears his body move away from the door. Then again, he probably deals with things like this on a regular basis.

"Come back to me." He lowers himself, snaking a hand around the back of her head as he fucks her pussy.

The pleasure climbs like rungs on a ladder and then his mouth descends over hers, hot and urgent. Any of her coworkers could burst in there at any given moment and see her spread open for him. She closes her thighs, but he takes out his fingers and slaps her wetly.

"I'm not done."

She spreads her legs back open and Vegeta immediately dives back in.

"But they could come in―"

"So what? Let them see. Look at this body." He says in a reverent voice that made her want to grab the tie hanging from his neck and kiss him.

She feels his naked cock, still stiff against her leg as he curls his fingers inside her pussy, nailing her over and over again. His tie tickles her stomach before he lowers his mouth to one of her breasts, which he pulls inside his cavernous mouth to suck. Her moans split the air like a gunshot. His wicked tongue…fuck it was incredible. The wet muscle flicks across the sensitive skin and her core contracts violently. The hard edge of his cock burns in her mind.

"Fuck me."

He pulls back, his face alive with passionate energy. The word acts as a stimulus on his hands, one in her pussy and the other on her breast, and then she comes hard over his fingers, her hands flying over her mouth to stifle the noise, but Vegeta laughs, pulling them away. She stares at the bright lights in the ceiling until his head blocks the brightness. His weight bears down on her as her pussy clenches over and over. She had never come so hard, she's nearly crying with the sensation. He kisses her neck, right under her jaw and then finally her mouth, this time he's soft.

"I think I got my money's worth."

Bulma's head was still spinning when he swept an arm around her back and pulled her into a sitting position. He picks ups his clothes from the floor and pulls his slacks back on, digging into his pocket for the money clip.

Heat rises up her neck. "I'm not taking your damn money."

Vegeta gives her a startled look.

"Vegeta!" The pounding on the door resumes.

"Don't you need it?" He asks her.

She glares at him. Of course she needs it. But she's not going to stoop so low to start prostituting for money. "I'm not one of your Saiyan sluts."

"We need to go! Cops!"

"I'll take care of them." He barks at the door before turning his gaze back on her. "What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Didn't you get what you want out of me?"

"Take a good look." Vegeta reaches down with one of his masterful hands and grabs his cock, which is still pushing a painful erection against his slacks.

A distant wail suddenly breaks the silence. Sirens…and he hasn't moved a muscle.

"VEGETA!"

Vegeta moves toward the door, turning his head to give Bulma a cool look. "I'm not done with you."

BlueMoon Goddess: And that's the end of this chapter! Also like I said, I will explain the situation with the Saiyans.

The Saiyans in this fic are a group of powerful people. I guess you could say they are like the mafia since they are well known, very dangerous and they practically own certain places within the city and go after certain people (hence Vegeta having to go into the bar to collect the money). They have gotten away with a few crimes since they have the money and power to pay off police and to not serve any jail time for major crimes. And of course, Vegeta is a prince in a sense, since his dad is the very head of the Saiyans, and a few other people being in the top ranks as well. But of course not as high as King Vegeta and Vegeta.

I will be introducing other Saiyans from the anime in this fic as well and of course some OC's as well. I believe that's it, next chapter is where the things really kick into high gear and the plot starts up, so be on the lookout for it. Until next time guys! ^_^