Chapter3

They made arrangements to have the saiyan transferred over once she had fired the gardeners and gotten the green house set up. It cost her a pretty penny to have the greenhouse's windows painted on such short notice and UV lights installed to keep the plants healthy. Then she poured through her wardrobe, less then pleased at her selection of collared clothing. She'd have to do some shopping soon.

She couldn't believe she was doing this, she knew these creatures were dangerous. What about Chichi! They still hadn't found anything and here she was making sure everything was perfect to house her own blood thirsty beast. And yet, she found herself waiting with barely contained patience for D to deliver the saiyan, more than ready to have him all to herself.

She mentally set some rules for herself. First, unlike Chichi her saiyan wasn't going to be allowed free range of the house. He'd surly run into Yamacha or her parents if he did and she couldn't have that. Second, she wasn't going to lose it like Chichi had. Sure he was gorgeous, but she was Bulma Briefs, super sexy genius, no man had ever turned her to mush! Lastly she was going to show this 'saiyan' that she was the ruler of her domain. Her saiyan would obey her every whim like the simple minded animal that he was.

When D arrived the saiyan was set free in the enclosure, she paid D no mind as he bid good bye and wished her happiness with her new purchase.

Her eyes followed the graceful creature as he surveyed his new territory, finding a nice spot on a flat garden rock warmed from above by one of the light fixtures. The saiyan draped himself over it like he had no bones and she couldn't resist the desire to get closer. Moving cautiously over to his side, he didn't stir when she sat on the ground by his rock. Sliding her hand up she touched him on the thigh staring at his face to try and gage his reaction. His tail began to swing lazily at the tip encouraging her to be bold. Her fingers slid feather light up his leg to rest on his hip, feeling too stretched out she stood up to loom over him, peering down at his prefect features and trim figure. He was absolutely stunning spread out and relaxed like he was, his hard face lack and smooth.

She twitched violently when the saiyan slid his eyes open a fraction to regard her. She was caught off guard when he smirked arrogantly at her and tugged her onto him to straddle his waist. She let out an undignified squawk and swung her hand to smack him, but he caught her wrist, eyes turning to survey her delicate fingers.

She was more than nervous as he brought her hand down to his mouth and sniffed along her wrist. She squirmed on top of him trying to free herself, but she might as well have stuck her hand in a bear trap, his grip was like a warm manacle on her. His warm tongue swept out to run lightly over her pinky causing her to jolt on top of him as if zapped by electricity. He scrutinized her, eyes half lidded, as he bathed her fingers with his tongue.

Bulma felt the blood warm her face, the sinful tingle of desire heated her core as he displayed to her just how talented he was with his tongue. She moaned out loud when he closed his lips over her ring finger and sucked ever so lightly. She froze when his teeth clamped down on her engagement ring and her heart all but stopped when he drew back with it held tight between his upper and lower canines.

He ignored her cry of distress as he spat the ring out into the foliage. His head ducked under her breast to nuzzle her stomach as his large hands cupped and squeezed her bottom, keeping her from leaving to retrieve the trinket.

"Vegeta," hissed Bulma in protest, blue eyes darting from plant to plant trying to see where the ring had landed. She gasped and arched against his hard body as his fingers flexed against the curve of her ass, his thumbs hooked around her pelvis. He felt so powerful under her, she could feel his muscles flex with every move and breath. He purred into her belly and she felt it vibrate between her legs, her thighs gripped his tightly in response. Thoughts of the ring fled her mind as her fingers sank into his wild locks of hair; her hips began to grind against him.

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She awoke on the rock, the artificial light shining down on her, the sound of water splashing to her side.

Sitting up sharply, her head spun as if she'd been drinking and was now experiencing vertigo. Closing her eyes she breathed deeply until she felt it was safe to open them, the sight that greeted her was less than pleasant.

Her saiyan was stripped of his top and thigh deep in the pond, which in itself was a pleasing sight, what wasn't were the bones of the expensive koi fish that had once been in the pool he now waded in.

"Vegeta!" she shouted as the saiyan snatched up another bright orange and black fish. The saiyan's head snapped over to look at her giving the lucky fish the opportunity to slap the saiyan in the face with its tail a couple of times before flopping back into the water.

Vegeta turned back to the water with a growl, eyes darting to and fro for the fish.

"What time is it," wondered Bulma out loud, stiffly getting to her feet. Oh man, did she feel sore down there! She was sure she was moving awkwardly as she marched over to the saiyan determined to save what was left of her koi, glancing at her watch as she did.

"8 p.m.!" she shrieked, causing the saiyan to cover his ears and give her a displeased look.

Gods! She'd been in there for over six hours! How long had she been out?! Better yet, how much of that time had the saiyan been doing her? He'd still been going strong when she'd succumbed to sleep. Her face warmed at the thought, she'd never came so hard in her entire life! Her eyes raked the creature in the pool, shuddering with remembered pleasure.

Her study of the saiyan was cut short as the beast's stomach growled louder then she'd heard the saiyan growl himself.

"Oh, yah," said Bulma looking back at the time. "It's way past time to feed you," she said moving towards the door. She paused to peel off her panties that were sticky and damp in so many ways she didn't want to think about. However, when she got to the door, Vegeta seemed to appear out of nowhere right before it a large gold koi fish in his teeth flailing away. She jumped back a step and resisted the urge to scream at the sight.

"Stop that!" she said batting the fish out of his mouth. The poor thing flopped around on the ground a few times before laying flat to gasp at them with gaping mouth a large bite missing out its side.

She felt queasy looking at it. "Move aside," she said trying to push the saiyan away from the door.

He growled and pushed her up against the wall, angry look on his face.

Bulma gulped wondering if she was going to end up like the fish. "Now, Vegeta," she said gently pushing at his chest to gain some room. "I need to go get you some food, so you need to let me go, okay?"

The saiyan titled his head to the side and looked for all the world like he was trying to puzzle out what she was saying.

"Food," enthused Bulma, pointing at the fish.

The saiyan raised an eyebrow at her. "Food?" The word was rough and foreign to his tongue.

Bulma jumped in surprise. "Yes, food! I'm going to get food."

The saiyan bent to pick up the dying fish offering it to her. "Food."

"Err…" said Bulma looking at the stiffening koi.

"No, not food," she said getting the guts to take it from him. She quietly scrambled over to the pool and tossed it back in not sure it was going to make it with the bite missing out of its side.

She jumped as the saiyan growled while stepping back into the pool to retrieve the fish that was sort of floating on its side in a pathetic manner.

"No, not food," said Bulma grabbing at the saiyan's shoulder. Waving her hands at him she was able to shoo him out of the pond. "Not food, stay." She said pointing at the ground. "Stay."

She hurried over to the door and frowned when the saiyan started after her. She rounded on him. "No, bad!" she said, waving a finger in his face. "Stay!"

The saiyan blinked with confused eyes at her as she backed up to the door. "Stay," she repeated once more opening the door to quickly flee the green house. She locked the door and hurried through her quarters towards the kitchen, praying some of her koi fish would make it through this.

Opening the refrigerator door, luck was with her. Two third of a cold turkey was sitting in front on a big platter. Grabbing it she looked around and spotted a kitchen bot. "You," she barked at it. "Carry this."

The bot wheeled over and held up his robotic arms for her to place the platter on. Turning back to the refrigerator she piled on some apples and a container of strawberries, before ordering the bot to follow her and headed back towards her room.

She nearly ran right into Yamacha as she stepped into the hall. He had a bottle of champagne in one hand and a pair of delicate wine glasses in the other.

"Hey babe," he said, leaning in to kiss her.

"Ya-Yamacha!" she stammered in shock, bracing her hands on his shoulders to halt the kiss. "What are you doing here?"

He looked puzzled. "Remember babe, I said I'd be over around six."

Bulma glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "It's a quarter past eight," she snapped, wondering where he'd been.

"I know sorry, lost track of time. I was held up by his blond detective asking all kinds of questions about where you were last night." He glanced over her shoulder at the cold turkey missing the color draining out of her face. "Did you already eat without me? That looks pretty cold."

"What did you tell him?"

"Huh?"

"The detective? What did you tell him?" she snapped. She didn't need that man sniffing around, especially if he was investigating that pet shop. She wasn't going to lose her saiyan, no one could know about him; no one!

"Nothing bad babe, the usual. You got up, went to work, came home. I told him you seem spooked, like you'd seen a ghost or a demon, but I'd comforted you over it." He laughed at the thought or his sweet girlfriend jumping at imaginary shadows.

Bulma silently steamed over the news. Damn it Yamacha, he's looking for dirt on D and his shop, if he finds out I purchased something from there…

"You stay away from that man," she snapped. "I don't need him spreading rumors around like wildfire. You know how the media eats that shit up."

"Calm yourself down babe, he's got nothing, trust me. The guy's obsessed with this weird pet shop in Chinatown I've never even heard of. But, enough of that," he said sliding the hand with the glasses over her shoulder. "Why don't you and me go into the kitchen and heat some of that turkey up? I'll pour us some champagne-"

"Sorry, Yamacha, not tonight." She said, cutting him off.

"What? But, why? I thought you were free tonight."

"Well, I'm not. I've got tons of paper work to finish. You'll have to take a rain check."

"Oh, come on Bulma," he said pressing into her again. "You can skip just this once. You used to do that all the time."

"No, Yamacha. I can't, I'm very busy so kindly show yourself out." She pointed towards the door.

Yamacha was shocked to say the least. "Sorry…" he muttered somewhat hurt. "You love your job more than anything else," he angrily stated before turning towards the door.

"My job's very important!" Bulma shouted back watching him slam the door shut. She stood there a moment feeling the first twinge of guilt eat at her. "Hm," she snorted pushing the emotion aside. "I highly doubt he spent two and a half hour chatting with some dude about where I was. I'll bet he was gawking at that blonde cop that was with. Damn him!" She had always been suspicion that he might be cheating on her, but nothing to prove it.

She made it back to the green house without any more incidents. However, when she opened the door and motioned for the bot to go in, it met its end when a large form pounced on it.

"Vegeta!" she chastised as the saiyan twisted the bot's head off to chuck it across the garden; its inner workings already scattered along the path. He had some serious anger issues!

"Stop that!" she demanded walking up behind him to bonk him on the head. He'd been pulling out wires with his teeth from the decapitated bot's stump of a throat and looked rather offended by the bonk. Crouching down she pushed the cold turkey back onto its platter and rolled the closest apples onto it as well. The strawberries hadn't fared too well, she left them with a sigh.

She sat down and motioned for the saiyan who seemed wary of her now. "Boy, don't you be difficult too?" She snapped tossing an apple his way.

Vegeta caught the flying fruit, bringing it up to his nose he sniffed it before taking a large bite. Brows moving up in surprise and approval, three more bites and the whole thing core and all was gone. Once finished the saiyan moved to crouch over the tray, leaning down he gave the turkey a couple of good sniffs before tearing into it with ravish hunger.

Bulma was quite surprised by his appetite. He'd already consumed half a dozen large fish and was now devouring the turkey like he hadn't eaten in days. Her tummy rumbled as she watched him go, picking up a loose apple from the ground she brushed it off and took a bite. It was extremely sweet and juicy. As soon as her teeth sank in juices dripped down over her hand. Shaking the sticky juice off as best she could she sat down on a rock and watched the saiyan.

He wasn't exactly uncleanly in his eating, just… fast. He cleaned the apples in the pound kind of like a raccoon before eating them. He spent a long time licking his fingers after sucking the marrow out of the turkey's bones. She blushed watching his tongue lave those talented finger, with that oh so talented tongue, remembering all he'd done to her with them.

Lifting his head from his hand the saiyan's nostrils flared scenting the air, he turned to her after a couple of good whiffs. He seemed to bristle like a stepped on cat, angrily marching over to her.

"What? What is it Vegeta?!" she shouted in fright as he grabbed hold of the finely tailored jacket she wore and tore it off her back. He brought the fabric to his nose and inhaled, his anger seemingly increasing as he went.

He ripped the blazer to pieces and turned on her with snarl in place, growling low under his breath. She managed a short scream as he pushed her back against the rock they laid on not long ago. Fear like nothing she'd ever experienced before squeezed her heart, was he going to kill her? Was he going to rip her apart much like he had the blazer? His powerful body on top of her, his nose forcefully traveling over the valley of her breast, scenting over her shoulder and up her throat. Stretching himself tight over her, his solid bulk of hot muscles covering her in a haze of male dominance. She'd never been wetter in her entire life!

He froze over her, catching that scent. His features warred for a moment and settled on confusion. Bulma couldn't help it, she writhed under him. "Don't stop," she meowed finger clawing at his back. "Don't stop, oh don't stop, don't stop!" Her long leg moved to circle his waist as she clung to him in wild need.

The saiyan seemed to struggle with himself a moment before descending on her with a new kind of hunger. He was far less gentle this time, tearing at her clothing, growling in her ear.

She clutched him, moaning and petting and telling him 'don't stop.' And like the good, simple minded obedient animal that he was he didn't.