A/N: Hey there everyone! Thanks to my one solo reviewer, lol. I appreciate it! More reviews, however, are definitely welcome and appreciated! This is the second installment, up much later than I thought it would be, but oh life, how busy it can be.

Anyways, this is to one of my favorite songs! I think it's absolutely perfect for B/V! This story goes back and forth from both of their point of views so I hope it's not too confusing.

Song: Situations, Escape the Fate

Time: 3 year gap, around the time Vegeta decides to leave Earth to become a super sayain.

Situations are irrelevant now.

As I am walking through the halls of my home, Capsule Corp, I feel as if I am being followed. I know exactly who it is that is walking too silently behind me. Who else could it be that has footsteps I can't hear? But for some reason, as it has been for some time, I can feel him walking behind me or around me. I feel the tiny hairs on my arm prick up as I sense his presence. It seems that no matter how many time I can feel him around, I face the same reaction, giddy, nervous, excited, nervous again… really excited.

She loves the way that I tease,
I love the way that she breathes

Suddenly, yet not surprisingly, I feel a hand around my waist pulling me up to a rock solid form, his chest. I can't help but gasp at the sudden feeling of warmth surround my body as he runs a strong hand up my belly and to my breasts. I hear him take in a harsh breath at my gasp of pleasure and I know that my excitement to his actions gets him going as much as me.

I touched her ooh,

she touched my ahhh, it was the craziest thing.

I feel his hand move south as my body moves forward to meet it. I don't care where we are, in the hall or not, I ache to feel his touch, as I always do. I swear he's like a drug, an addiction that I just can't break. No matter how many times he catches me like this it always feels like the first time. I feel his hands move towards the spot I want to be touched and I can't help but reach around and grab onto his hardened length. He moves his head into the crook of my neck and I feel breath expel in a silent gasp at my ministrations. I lean back into him and feel him work his magic on my most sensitive spot.

**The next day**

I love the girls who hate to love because they're just like me.

I swear that woman, she is the most obnoxious, loud, volatile, angry, wild, daring, spontaneous… sexy, dammit. That woman never ceases to surprise me. She is constantly bitching and yelling about something. But for some reason, beyond any coherent thought, that turns me on. Her constant screaming makes me want to make her scream in a different kind of way.

A certain girl she took my hand and ran it up her thigh.

As I sit at the table waiting for the idiot blonde woman to prepare me my meal, she doesn't come in. The woman is hear though, and she sets a plate of food in front of me. I begin to eat and she sits down next to me. I feel her eyes watching me and I can't help but be annoyed by her presence. Suddenly I feel her take my hand and place it on her leg. I stop chewing and stare straight ahead. I try my hardest not to seem phased, but her constant eagerness always does something to me that I can't quite put into words.

She licked her lips and pulled my hair, I fall in love for a night

Not being able to take any more of her torture I turn in my chair and pick her up, carrying her upstairs to my sleeping quarters. Not gently I throw her down onto my bed, taking in her flustered and blushed form. She lays there, breathing heavy from the swift motions of being picked up, carried, and tossed. I pull my shirt over my head, throwing it to the side and descend upon her body. She meets me half, threads her fingers into my hair and our lips meet in a heated and desperate kiss.

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
don't worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.

I pull her legs up around my neck as I penetrate her core with my hardened member. I feel her tightness, every time it drives me wild. She throws her head back and gasps and I continue to drive into her, not holding anything back. We don't make love. It's rough, raw, I can't seem to control myself when it comes to this blasted woman. Hearing her scream my name and writhe and struggle beneath me is the only reason I continue to come back.

She knows as well as I do, that the minute she falls asleep she won't feel me next to her. Whether we end up in my bed or hers, I'll be sure to take my leave. I head to the gravity room to make my escape.

**The next day**

Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.

I made the mistake when all of this first began to act subtly differently around Vegeta. I felt as if what had happened between us had made our relationship different. I, however, was wrong. I felt hurt for a minute when he rejected my slight flirtatiousness until I remembered who exactly it was I was dealing with. This was Vegeta after all, he would deny the situation and attempt to diffuse whatever feelings I may have been beginning to feel as quickly as possible.

Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins
dying is your latest fashion.

Now I understand the mindset that is required when sleeping with a man such as the prince of all sayains. Act as though things have never changed, nothing has never occurred, wait until later, when it's dark and no one is around, and he'll come when he needs his escape into my body. Maybe that should bother me, maybe I should mind; but I need the escape into his body as much as he needs it into mine.

**Later that day**

The frustration it's a regular thing
I hate the ones who love to hate because they're just like me

"WOMAN!"

I shout as I storm my way down the halls into the lower labs of Capsule Corp. Frustrated from the night before and my constant weakness of giving into her, I feel even more pissed off at the failure of her damn bots in the GR than I normally would. As I burst into her lab the other humans in the area scatter away like frightened animals, normally I would smirk at this but I am just too pissed off to even care. S

She's ignoring me as I come in. I see her continue tinkering away at some useless invention of hers and I look her over. I scowl, promiscuous as always, I can't help but scoff at her, yet I feel my insides tug and manhood harden. I yell at her about her inadequacies as an inventor, tell her how useless she is and how her pathetic planet will perish if I do not have sustainable bots for my training. I see her face grow red as she turns and shouts obscenities at me, throwing her hands in the air.

A certain girl she took her hand and put it in my lap
"It's way too full," she said
"Once you have me you'll always come back."

After our usual bout of fighting, her face is flushed and her hair has come slightly out of place from her flailing. I can't help but think she resembles the way she looks after one of our other bouts. We've both moved considerably closer to each other during the fight and now we're both only mere inches away from the away.

She's breathing heavy from yelling and I can't help but take a hand and brush a piece of hair that's fallen from her tight pony tail. At this motion I notice her visibly relax. She extends a hand around my waist and at her touch, it's all over for me. She's now sitting on her work bench and I am situated between her thighs.

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
don't worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.

Subdued by her touch, I can't help but think in the farther reaches of my mind, what is this woman doing to me?

Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins
dying is your latest fashion.

After the incident in my lab I continued to work, as hard as it might have been to concentrate while I could still feel his hot breaths and warm mouth all over my body. I finished my work later that night, including new bots for the GR. I figure he'll be in there for the rest of the night, but as I make my way towards my bedroom and a warm shower, I hear another shower running close by.

I know you love to resist
and all it takes is a kiss
and you just love to hate me.

My feet lead me towards the sound of the running water and in through the door. I know that I can't sneak up on him, he can feel me approaching, but he hasn't said anything so I continue on. I take off my clothes before I enter into the bathroom, and quietly sneak into the shower behind him. I put my arms around him and he makes no move to reciprocate my actions or pay any mind to my presence. I lower my lips to his neck, kissing lightly then licking the droplets of water off and I can feel his muscles begin to relax.

"That's all it takes" I whisper into his ear and he turns around, arms around my waist, pulling me close.

You know you love all the lies
so don't act surprised
that I just love to hate you.

I turn around towards her with my arms around her waist and her body pressed up against me. The water from the shower has enveloped both of us now, cascading down our bodies. How dare she think that she has some sort of power over me. She is a weak pathetic human woman. I am the prince of all sayains. There is no comparison! As frustrated and angry as I may feel, I can't help but pull her closer, my lips hovering close to her own,

"You know I despise you woman".

With no further words we press our lips together simultaneously and begin the dance we've become so accustomed to, neither of us asking for a change or alteration to it.

I kissed your lips you pulled my hair it was the craziest thing.
I love the girls who love to hate.

I'm not sure what I have gotten myself into with the situation with Vegeta, but honeslty, as much as I can't stand the man, I couldn't stand to not rendezvous with him in the evenings in my room, his room; during the day in my lab, in the kitchen, wherever it may be.

(Whoa) Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins,
dying is your latest fashion

He is as perplexing as the day is long, but by the gods I swear I think I'm in love with him. I can't stand him, I can't take it, but I can't be away from him.

Darling (leave me) what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion

I don't want her anywhere near me, yet I want her by me constantly. I keep finding reasons to be around the harpy woman. Feeling her on top of me, underneath me, wherever, whenever. I can't take this feeling, I want to be gone, I want her to be gone.

Leave me (darling) go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins,
dying is your favorite passion

This blue haired woman is a witch. She has cast a spell, and I must get away. I can't be here anymore if I want to achieve my goal. I must leave if I ever want to become a super sayain. This situation is done with…