A/N LEMON! Basically this is shameless smut so viewer discretion definitely needed. Also if some of you are wondering why Bulma is not terrified of Vegeta, first of all this is Bulma. Second, I think after the 4th time she realized Vegeta was not interested in offing her just yet.

In any case I have some growing pains with the site's document editor so there are grammar issues and so on due to copy and pasting. For some reason entire WORDS get left out and makes me sound like a redneck. :P apologies!

In any case, thanks for the reviews and watches, etc.

Finally Bulma was safe.

After her thankfully uneventful meeting with the short, dark and devastatingly handsome stranger she successfully dodged a few shifty looking passer-bys before finally reaching her apartment. It was a small but beautifully shaped enclosure, crystal in make and shape, but she was much too nerve-wracked to dwell on aesthetics at the time.

Swiftly she fled inside, slammed the door, then backed against it. Sliding down, and exhaling in relief. But while she was definitely not staying longer than she needed to she still felt ashamed for acting so chicken, so unsure, so…un Bulma-like.

With renewed bravery and confidence, she didn't bother triple locking the door especially since it was a futile gesture at best. Instead she'd spent the next 5 hours working on some inventions and weaponry that would prove useful in a jam. But as her concentration kept returning to her dangerous encounter, she sighed and gave in.

She needed some form of sleep if she still wanted to be in the counsel's good graces.

As she ascended the stairs, a small, paranoid part of her warned her to stop. A habit she developed from childhood, she would always grab the nearest shatter proof item and chuck it in front of her in order to ward off any would be monsters or demons hiding in the dark. But ever since she turned 14, she refrained from attacking imaginary monsters and dismissed her nerves as simply paranoia.

It was unfortunate as the one night her instinct would prove useful, was the one night she chose to ignore the glinting obsidian irises following her from corner to corner.

The heiress undressed, carelessly dropping her clothes on the floor as she stretched and yawned her way to the bathroom in her undergarments. She smiled, looking forward to a soothing hot shower when an insane force ripped her mid- stride. Trapped between walls of ice and fire, she was muffled by an iron grip before her scream could relieve her terror. Instantly, a familiar face was seen as eyes that promised pain and death bore at her with clear and naked lust. The monster chuckled before he brought his face close to hers and leered in a deep, haughty baritone.

"Going somewhere?"

Before Bulma could even move, her naked form was shoved against unyielding crystal while water drenched from above. Belatedly realizing they were in the shower the beast pressed closer into her body, releasing her screaming gape as he eagerly tore off her bra and panties. She snarled, too angry for words when his arousal crushed against her naked womanhood. Bulma fought against the traitorous reaction of her hips, while Vegeta smirked. He began to undo the tie of his pants as the hard knuckles on her sensitive nub made her freeze in desire.

His smirk curved into a salacious grin, and when he felt her react to his freed member, he deliberately pressed the hard, silken edge of his head against her clit. Whether it was from fright or lust she shivered from his touch. As he rubbed her back and forth, and sensation overwhelmed her body all she could think of was that her life and freedom was now forfeit to this beast in the guise of a man.

Vegeta easily held up her full body weight with one hand under her soft, shapely bottom and then, with a suave chuckle, he began to stroke their loins together with sensual, force and brutality. The traitorous response of her body rocked her to the core as the man began to build an unavoidable addiction bereft of logic, reason or sensibility. But her mind, her precious, untainted mind held it all together as she tried with all her upper body strength to force him away.

"G..get away from me you monster!"

It was, of course, useless. He trapped her, ensnared her body to his as the undeniable burn of pleasure made her weep all over his core. Her struggles only ignited his fervor as he grinded deliberately slow and hard, pre-cum leaking from the delicious friction as he relished in the challenge of domination. As she began to wither, tighten and swell, he whispered into her ear.

"Such a horrid little liar, denying what your body was screaming in the alley."

She couldn't even glare at this man as he dominated her being. But while there seemed to be a victor as ortuous minutes rolled by, he had to give credit where credit was due: he was just as much of a slave to this lust as she was.

Even though his control was absolute, he was surprised to find what would normally be passable entertainment turning into something primal and necessary: lust clouded animal fucking.

Her arousal now undeniable as she arched her back and pressed her hardened nipples against him, the prince had had enough. With a single violent, movement, he swung her from the walls and barely a step later, landed her onto the small bed. The heiress was too clouded by sensation when he immediately crushed her with his full weight against her hips. With a snarl, he held her wrists above her head with one hand the other underneath her but as he pressed himself hard against her entrance. Before she could register fright, an incredible painful surge twisted her lower body into convulsing tightness. She screamed as he groaned, violating her with his size and girth.

Primal and animalistic, driven by the desire to be inside and fucking, the beast above her pulled out then slammed back in the virgin like chambers. She yelled in pain and fright, but slowly as he pounded against her clit, pleasure chased pain as the rhythm of instinct took hold.

She no longer screamed in pain as the prince pounded into the weak little female. The bed, though framed on crystal, rocked in tandem to his maddening lust and her body needed no more convincing. She arched her back, nipples growing hard as she surrendered her control to mounting pleasure. Normally conscious and in complete control, Vegeta rutted with single minded intensity reacting instinctively to every shove, nip, groan and clutching from the weak little female.

But, despite his mindlessness, he was physically frustrated that the stubborn and strong willed wench was holding back. He angled and rammed himself with a snarl until she had no choice but to surrender. The flat, hard plane of muscle and bone grinded against her clit and after only a few convincing thrusts she cried out as a wet wall of passion and convulsion hit them full force. He stammered and shoved deep as she contracted all around him, betraying himself to weakness as he groaned and sucked on her nipple.

Gods, she had never felt like this before and as she felt his rock hard member completing her orgasm, a sinful and very wrong part of her thought that if she were to die then this made it totally worth it.

Sated with her submission, he began to thrust violently to release. Sensitive and sore, the heiress found herself at the mercy of his torture. She was whimpering, pleading for him to finish soon and stop the shameless rape of her pride when with a growl he slammed into her hard. He wanted to yell at her to shut up when he found himself at her mercy. Then, with a few more thrusts he howled in sheer bliss.

As his entire lower body pounded and twisted deep in orgasm he felt his instinct slowly sate itself as pump after pump he reached her core. As his iron clad grip forced her to wait out his long release, they both had no idea what the hell just happened. Just that..it happened and they were utterly devoured by the sheer intensity of it all.

Bulma, exhausted and imprisoned under a wall of muscle bound passion, could only abstractly realize that although this was against her will, the pleasure meant this was nothing short of consensual.

In short she just cheated on Yamcha.

The hot burn of guilt lanced her conscience, and she was about to screech at him to get off when hot lips sucking on her nipples made her moan and contract involuntarily around him.

Immediately he lunged at her again, his loins deciding for them both that their previous session was not enough.

It would normally have been too much for the man's pride to be so obsessed with a mere female weakling. But the pull to bed, mate and dare he say impregnate this saiyan like female utterly destroyed any foundation of reason or sanity.

As he relentlessly pounded her, a disembodied part of him realized that he would probably end up either dead or in deep shit because of her. But as she cooed at him and bucked her hips, he forced himself balls deep and realized he simply didn't care.

This time, too overwhelmed by sensation to restrain herself, Bulma surrendered to him easily. The sensitivity was overwhelming, and barely balancing himself with his upper arms, he crushed his throbbing member against her as he joined her in completion.

Finally feeling his body somewhat sated, he slumped onto her and acquiesced.

It was then he realized he was just as much a victim to this lust as she was.

Sore.

Muscles that she didn't even know existed felt sore as the heiress tried laughably to gather to a sit. Tiredly her eyes flitted awake as she spied the time.

12:13pm.

She groaned.

They had passed out somewhere after their sixth and seventh session and to say he was insatiable was the understatement of the century. Of course, it was to her horror that their chemistry was not one sided.

Immediately she grieved her relationship with Yamcha.

What was she to do? What was she to say?

Hi Yamcha, I am breaking up with you because I just had alien sex that was initially rape. But because it was better than anything you and I ever had and it was totally hot and he doesn't want to kill me, I decided I wanted more and that it was better than a 10 year long and loving relationship.

She mentally groaned. Though it was part truth, it sounded absolutely batshit insane even to her.

Meanwhile, Vegeta was fully aware she was awake although he allowed his eyes to remain closed. Exhausted from both lack of sleep as well as intercourse, he rested but he knew well enough to be wary. He had laid beside her, his posture a mix between intimacy and indifference as he debated whether to react to the poison of lust in his loins.

Despite claiming the female several times throughout the night his ingrained need for a Saiyan female had made it impossible to leave her. And to his horror, to harm her.

Like a violent tiger finding a rare and suitable mate, the drive to reproduce sabotaged the desire to kill. Physically, the only thing he wanted to do was stay with her until she was heavy with his seed.

Suddenly, Bulma sat up and realized what she had to do and where she had to be.

"Oh shit! Shit-shit-shit!"

As she leapt off the mattress and flinched from the bruises and the soreness, she went off to the bathroom. She had a meeting prior to the council meeting tonight and she definitely did not want to look as ravished as she did now.

Raising a brow, Vegeta sat up as the seemingly crazed female forgot she was relentlessly screwed by a potentially murderous alien and started to bang around in the bathroom. Then, like a lazy big cat, he stretched and yawned as he padded his way out of the bedroom and building.

The female was thankfully quiet about the whole affair though a part of him knew they would meet again.