a/n: So this is a revised version. Enjoy! And also this chapter contains lemon so you have been warned.

Chapter 3: Seeing you again

"They're humans, woman. Don't forget that." Vegeta replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he stopped into his room closing the door behind him. Not even one hour since she came back and they had gotten into another argument but he couldn't help but smile inwardly. "They're weak, stupid, and are a waste of space."

"I was once-" Bulma turned to him but got cut off.

"YOU'RE different," Vegeta blurted out. He fought the urge to turn away and looked out the balcony as he held her endless blue eyes. "You aren't one of them, Bulma. You never were."

She met his gaze, her blue eyes looking through his very soul. Silky blue locks curled into ringlets, soft skin glowing as the moonlight touched her, her short red dress clung to her like a second skin showing off her curvy body.

And she belongs to me… He smirked inwardly as that thought crossed his mind.

"Yes. Yes I was." She said back. "My mother wasn't a vampire when I was conceived, so technically, I was a human once."

He fought the urge to growl in fustration. Here we go again. "Technically, you weren't. Your father is a vampire so that makes you a vampire from the very beginning. A half breed, but still a vampire."

She opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. For the life of her she couldn't think of a reply and Vegeta smirked triumphantly at her, as she glared at him.

"That has nothing do to with the fact that you almost killed that man!" Bulma said crossing her arms.

"Why must you be so obsessive with this subject?" He rumbled lowly uncrossing his arms and stepping up to her. "Those creatures kill each other anyway. They kill animals and we kill them; survival of the fittest. It's just an endless cycle."

He stepped up to her, taking in her scent. He let his black shirt fall to the floor as he crushed Bulma to him, molding every detail of her soft body to his hard one.

Bulma inhaled sharply at the contact, laying her hand on his powerful chest to steady herself. She looked up into his pitch-black orbs, the ones she had secretly longed to drown in once again.

"Two centuries…" He rumbled against the base of her throat, as his hands started to explore her body causing her to shiver and wrap her arms around his neck. "Why did you leave me, woman?" Vegeta's voice was both tinted with anger and despair, as he started kissing up her shoulder to her neck.

Bulma moaned, she didn't know how to answer; she couldn't answer with his hands and mouth touching her that way. Bulma moaned again, feeling them fall onto his gigantic bed, every curve of her body pressed against his heated one, his sensuous lips nipping at her neck. She couldn't help but rub herself up against him, feeling how hard he already was.

Bulma rolled her head back when she felt his hands travel underneath her skirt, running up against her inner thigh. She impatiently tugged off his black wife-beater and reached up to touch his well-toned, tanned chest down to the ridged muscles of his belly.

Vegeta shivered at the sensations she invoked in him. He slid his finger under her silk panty, inwardly smirking when he felt how wet she was already. Without a second thought, he slipped two fingers inside her jewel pumping them in and out of her as she moaned his name and moved her hips in rhythm.

Just as she was going to climax, he pulled out causing her to whimper and moan in protest. In one signal gesture, he ripped her dress off. Her chest heaving breathlessly, beautiful white skin, blue silky locks thrown back carelessly. He felt himself harden even more to a painful point at the sight of her face; her plump red lips rolling his name out perfectly, her cheeks flushed with heat at what he had been doing to her, and her eyes turned to him enflamed with desire and passion.

Both growling and groaning, quickly abandoning his pants, he gently tugged her head back, positioning himself between her legs, feeling her hot, wet, and ready for him. He gritted his teeth, stifling a groan as she arched her body up, urging him inside her in one powerful thrust.

Bulma cried out, feeling him moved inside her, taking her fast and hard. He lowered his head muffling her moans with his lips against hers, feeling her legs wrap around hiswaist. He closed his eyes, as the intoxicating pleasure filled his every being, driving him out of control, just as it always had when he was with her. She was like a drug to him, the more he had the more he wanted—needed.

He quickened his pace against her, shivering as her nails dug into his back and her hips thrusting up to meet his every time. His hands slid down her thigh to grasp her bottom, holding her tightly against him as he moved deeper and deeper within her. God, she felt so incredible. He thought before his last drop of sanity left him. His climax reaching to the pinnacle point. He groaned loudly, as Bulma cried his name, her climax overtaking her. Even after his own climax her name still repeated over and over again in his mind.

Completely shaken by their lovemaking, he laid gently on top of her. Their naked bodies pressed together. He rested his head between her shoulder and neck, feeling her fingers that were still shaking stroking his back as they cease their panting.

He pulled his head back, gently pushing a wet, blue trestles out of her tinted red cheeks. Her vivid blue eyes looked back up at him, studying his face just as his intense eyes watched and observes every breath and movement she made. Slowly, he reached down to capture her soft, pouty lips into his own. He pulled back, softly rolling her on top of him. Her silky hair tickling his neck, as her soft breath fanned his chest, already he was overcome by the urge of taking her again. He would never have his fill of her that he knew.

"You left all this behind when you left me." Vegeta said softly, letting his fingers weave into her blue locks. He looked down only to find her fast asleep within the safely of his arms.

Bulma had left him for the stupidest reason known to the universe. Vegeta tightened his hold on her, silently vowing to never let her go again.

"Stop it, Vegeta!" Blue eyes turned to him, and focused solely on to him. The fire and passion in her eyes was enough to drive any man mad. He had to control himself from shaking with desire.

"You could've killed him! What were you thinking?" She yelled at him, stepping closer to him. He could smell her scent, that particular scent that only she had, an aroma that always made him shake with uncontrollable desire.

"Do you have feelings for him?" His voice snarled coldly, and throwing the already unconscious man to the ground carelessly.

Bulma's blue eyes flashed dangerously at such a question. She had already given herself to him body, mind and soul and he knew that asking her such a foolish question would defiantly get a rise out of her. In her anger, she reached out slapping him across his face with so much force that it made him, the vampire prince's, take a step back to regain balance.

"You're a fool Vegeta." Bulma whispered viciously. There was a flash of hurt and betrayal in her teary blue eyes as she quickly turned and disappeared within the shadows of the night.

He stood silently. Anger, jealously, and hurt was all there. He was tempted to go after her but his pride stopped him, making him turn his head away. He'd talk to her later….

But later…as it turned out she was gone. Not within the walls of his mansion, not within the country.

He jotted out of his thoughts when his sensitive ears heard the door open. Quickly covering Bulma and his naked form with his black silk bed-sheet, he turned too glared at the intruder.

"Radditz." Vegeta snarled out his name. That's right, Radditz left with Bulma all these years without his permission. Looks like I'll have to be giving him a lesson about not that.

His eyes narrowed dangerously watching Radditz take in the scene. Bulma's naked sleeping form against his.

"Prince, about the meeting tonight, Vegeta-sama wants both you and Bulma to attend." Radditz said, crossing his arms over is chest and bowed. Looking down the whole time, not able to stomach the scene before him. No matter what he had done over the past two centuries, Bulma would never love him…she only wanted Vegeta.

"Get out." Vegeta growled harshly to Radditz, but also softly as not to awake Bulma.

Radditz nodded, quickly closing the door behind him. What he would give to be in the place Vegeta was in right now. His face turned into a scowl as a voice whispered into his mind.

Stop thinking the impossible! It'll only get you killed.

"Kakkarot." He turned around towards the figure covered by the dark shadows of the hall.

"Welcome home big brother."

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Vegeta chuckled feeling Bulma's arm tighten around his neck as she snuggled closer to him still tired and fast asleep.

"Woman," Vegeta whispered against her ear, only to get a mumble from her. "What was that?" He asked curiously, leaning just inches away from her as he ran a hand down her thigh.

"I love you….Bejita." Bulma mumbled clearer, unconsciously. Vegeta stiffened not used to hearing these words after so long, along with his traditional name. Slowly he ran a hand down her body, waking her gently.

Bulma couldn't help but shudder at the feeling of his skin against hers; he was so close she could feel his breath fanning her cheek. She smirked wickedly at grind up against him, causing him to harden even more.

"Foolish woman." Vegeta growled, before capturing her lips to his. Just as he was about to take her again the door opened.

Bulma and Vegeta turned towards the door to find a woman with dark skin, dark purple hair, and violet eyes standing at the doorway.

Bulma sat up wrapping the silk sheet around her, enjoying the shocked look she got from the other woman with her on Vegeta's bed.

"Abigail." Bulma said coolly, glancing at her most hated rival. Abigail was turned a vampire, meaning she was once human. Abigail was about a year or two older then herself, but definitely not stronger.

For centuries on end, Abigail had been trying to get Vegeta. Abigail even tried to tempt Vegeta into sleeping with her but Vegeta wasn't one to be easily swayed by earthly pleasures, so he hadn't even been interested in her.

"Bulma." Abigail replied, stressing her name clearly with loath. She turned to the half naked dark prince that sat on his bed with an emotionless face and eyes. "Prince, the meeting will start soon. The King requests both you and Bulma to attend." She said, using the same tone she had at Bulma's name as she did before.

"Be gone." Vegeta coldly dismissed her, not even looking at Abigail.

"Yes, my prince." Abigail clenched her fist in anger as she looked at the dispassionate prince and Bulma who sat at the mirror combing her blue locks. "Bulma." Abigail said, before leaving.

"Abigail." Bulma said monotonously, watching Abigail leave. "What a bitch." Bulma muttered when Abigail closed the door.

Vegeta raised an amused eyebrow.

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