Author's Note: This chapter has a lot of sex... Courtesy of my dirty mind and how I think a majority of Vegeta and Bulma's romance would go.

I do not own any DBZ or any of the other stuff.

Bulma woke up in her own bed, sore and confused.

What happened? Did I sleep in a weird position?

She slowly lifted herself, the sheet falling down to reveal her naked body. She brushed the sheet further aside and noticed the bruises on her hips and bite marks all over her body.

So, it wasn't a dream. Her and Vegeta had really had sex.

Bulma stood up, surprised to find her legs felt weak.

Damn. What a night!

That thought just amplified when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her neck looked like a wolf had attacked her. She tentatively touched the red marks, astonished.

Vegeta was really a rough lover.

Did she really expect anything else?

She smiled, moving to turn on the shower. As she waited for the water to heat up, she reminisced about the previous night.

Who could have thought their fights would turn into passionate sex?

She tilted her head, thinking about some of the details. She's exploded at him because he'd so easily dismissed her and those she cared about. But then he had told her, "I'm not going to allow anything to happen to you."

Why would he say that? He had also repeatedly claimed her as "his" in his gruff voice while plowing into her. Bulma shivered at the memory.

Did he actually care about her then?

Bulma stepped into the shower and turned her face to the water, sighing as the temperature helped her muscles relax.

How did she feel about him? She couldn't deny she enjoyed having him around. Yea, he was a little rough around the edges but there was something appealing about that. His bad boy persona also gave her a thrill…But was he long-term partner quality? Did he even want to be?

She sighed, finding the whole thought process to be exhausting. She and Yamcha had just decided to call it quits months ago and she didn't feel like considering another relationship. She didn't want to be constantly wondering if a man truly liked her or was after something else. With Yamcha, it had been other women. With Vegeta, it would be leaving to train for long periods of time. She saw how ChiChi and Goku's relationship worked and it wasn't very appealing. ChiChi took care of everything and Goku was always gone. Could she live with a husband constantly disappearing and perhaps dying?

The thought of Vegeta dying made her heart clench painfully.

Bulma mentally slapped it.

She decided to dismiss all thoughts of Vegeta as she finished up her shower and got ready. She wanted to start working on a new project today. And she was sure Vegeta would be demanding something new as well…

She made sure a scarf was tied firmly around her neck so no one would notice her love bites. Bulma then went downstairs to grab something to eat. Bulma was surprised to see Vegeta sitting in the kitchen, engulfing enormous amounts of food. He briefly glanced at her when she walked in.

"Thank you for tucking me in bed last night."

"Hmph, I had to move you. You were taking up too much room in my training area."

Bulma bristled, was he really insulting her? Well, that answered her question of how he would react to their coupling last night.

"Well if someone could control themselves last night, that wouldn't have been an issue. But I can't blame you, I have that effect on many men."

She responded smugly, taking a sip of her coffee. She watched his eyes drift briefly to her neck that was covered by the scarf before looking away. What was that look?

Bulma figured he wanted to pretend nothing happened. Even though some may have found that to be insulting, Bulma saw it as a challenge. The thought of teasing the Saiyan sounded like fun. And he had proven he wasn't immune to her charms.

"Oh shoot, I forgot where the sugar was!"

Bulma lifted herself on her toes as she leant over the counter, pretending to look for something on the top shelf. She knew her skirt was lifting ever so slowly until it was right below her ass. She wiggled it, pretending she was searching in different areas of the cabinet.

She felt pretty proud of herself until she felt a hard chest pressing against her back and a very obvious package poking into her derriere.

"Don't tempt me woman."

She shivered, "What do you ever mean? I'm just a silly human…"

Bulma smirked as she pushed her butt back, rubbing slowly against his boner. She heard a growl at her ear before a strong hand roughly pushed at her back so her breasts were pushed against the counter, her feet off the floor.

"Hey, what do you think you are-"

She stopped and moaned as she felt his palm rub against her clit.

Oh, yes.

She went limp and did not even mind as she was held helpless against the counter. She felt Vegeta pull down her panties and press harder against her.

She cried out, her legs banging against the cabinets as she pushed backwards against him. She could already feel herself getting wet, her body clenching in delicious ways. How could he make her feel desperate so quickly?

"Look at you, so wet and needy. You are such a vulgar woman. You want me to fill you, don't you?"

Bulma couldn't think, only knew she wanted him to make her cum.

"Please, Vegeta!"

A dark chuckle and then he shifted again. In a manner of seconds, she was filled completely with his hard cock. She gasped and held on as he began to push roughly into her. She felt the pressure on her back removed only to have her body roughly yanked up, a hand grabbing roughly at a breast while his other one went to her scarf and yanked it off.

"Oh God, Vegeta!"

She blissfully moaned, pushing herself back against him, desperate to get him as deep as possible. Vegeta's mouth clamped on her neck, his teeth scraping against her delicate skin. She knew her neck would never look the same.

She came with a rush, screaming out his name as her pussy pulsed around his cock. Somewhere in her pleasure coated mind, she heard him growl out something that sounded like her name as he thrust roughly into her and she felt him fill her. The feeling itself was heavenly.

And as soon as it happened, it was over. In the next minute, Vegeta had removed himself and was gone, leaving her to pant on the counter while trying to rearrange her clothes.

Bulma glanced widly around the kitchen to see not a hint of the Saiyan prince.

So, he was just going to hit and run?

If that was how he wanted to play it….

Two weeks.

Two weeks since she had seen Vegeta.

Bulma threw her notebook across the room in frustration. They had two sessions of mind-blowing sex and now he was nowhere to be seen.

Talk about a one-night and morning stand.

She could understand that but they freaking lived together. It wasn't like he could avoid her forever. Plus, she wasn't lusting after him like some lost puppy.

And she knew he wasn't gone. The litter of broken training equipment that magically appeared in the lab told otherwise. Apparently, he had spoked to her dad a couple times.

She remembered her dad nonchalantly mentioning how he had upgraded the gravity machine as the request of Vegeta.

"What!? When did you talk to him?"

"Why, yesterday evening, sweetie."

"I haven't seen him in days…."

"Well you were at one of your meetings when he showed up. He seems to be hard at work training."

Bulma pouted at the memory, crossing her arms across her chest.

It wasn't like she missed him… it was just rude! You didn't avoid someone like that.

The sound of her phone ringing brought her out of her angry thoughts. She glanced at the caller-id and saw it was Yamcha. He had been calling more often which made her think he had a sixth sense. She laughed at the thought of Yamcha sensing every time her and Vegeta had sex.

She was pretty sure he would pass out from shock.

Bulma clicked "answer" and held it up to her ear.

"Hey, Yamcha, how's it going?"

"Hey Bulma, it's been a long time since we've talked! How are you doing?"

Bulma kicked her feet up on the opposite chair and ran a hand through her messy hair.

"Same as always, you know, working a lot."

"Aw, Bulms. You have to get out sometimes! You know we all appreciate all of your many inventions but you also have to see some daylight too."

Bulma sighed, knowing that Yamcha was right.

And her strange obsession with Vegeta was more evidence of that.

"I think you're right."

"That's great to hear! I'm going to swing by and we'll go to that Tempura place you love."

She smiled, thinking about how well Yamcha knew certain aspects of her. He never could fully understand her passion for science but he was moderately considerate of her wishes. He also had a habit of making sure she got outside once in a while.

"You know what, that sounds great. I'll see you soon Yamcha."

Bulma hung up and forcec herself to stand up, stretching out her stiff muscles.

How long had she been sitting there?

If she kept this up, she would be decrepit by the time she was forty. The thought made her cringe.

Bulma went upstairs to get dressed and make herself look presentable. I would be nice to get outside and catch up with Yamcha. Bulma smiled to herself, finding herself excited for the first time in weeks.

Vegeta landed in the courtyard when he was sure the woman's energy was nowhere near the building. It wasn't that he was afraid of her. He just couldn't be around her.

Every damn time he even got a hint of her energy or scent, he felt the need to claim her. And he couldn't very well train if he was constantly plowing the little blue Earthling. Even if that option sounded very enticing.

Vegeta walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple. He was happy it seemed like no one was home. No one to pester him with a million questions. Although he did like when the blond woman would cook for him. He started to bite into the apple as he opened the food compartment and began to take things out. The humans had started to cook copious quantities of food and saving it for him. It was largely convenient for his schedule and found himself appreciating the humans more and more.

Perhaps deciding to stay on Earth wasn't that bad of a decision.

Besides, where else did he have to go?

He scoffed, refusing to think of himself as a charity case.

He paused when he heard a car pull up in the front. He felt the unmistakable energy of the woman and started to consider his exit strategy. That was, until he felt the other force that was with her.

She was with that weakling?

Vegeta crushed the apple core in his hand, feeling rage wash over him.

She had the honor of having sex with the Prince of all Saiyans and now she was back with that weakling? How could she ever degrade herself like that?

His scent would no longer be on her nor his mark…

He found that thought to be disconcerting.

He had spent two weeks away from the blasted woman and this is what she did?

Vegeta stuffed a roll in his mouth as he carried some of his bounty in another room to hide. He was hidden enough where no one could easily find him but also close enough to monitor what was going on.

"Oh Yamcha, I have to thank you for getting me out today. I really needed that."

"I should be thanking you! For contributing some of your valuable time to a poor lonely soul such as myself."

Bulma laughed, smiling up at Yamcha, feeling genuinely relaxed and happy. She had forgotten how much fun she had with Yamcha. From chasing after dragon balls to trying new restaurants around town, they always had found a way to entertain themselves.

Was this who she was supposed to be with?

Yea, the sex was nothing like the passion she had with Vegeta.

But Yamcha offered a companionship that she would never be able to have with Vegeta, And more importantly, Vegeta was nowhere to be found. So, he wasn't even an option.

Yamcha stopped and turned her towards him. Bulma stared up at him, her tongue wetting her lips as she felt suddenly nervous.

Did she really want to go down this path again?

She had broken it off with him for a reason.

Plus, she could be only looking for a distraction.

A distraction that was currently pulling on her heart strings.

She stood there as he lowered his head, allowing her eyes to slowly close as his lips met hers. It was only a short kiss, nothing more than a gentle touching of lips. Yamcha was her first love so it was hard to completely cut off those emotions. And she did love his companionship.

The separated and he smiled at her and she smiled in response.

Could this be the start of something?

"Good night Bulma, I'll talk to you soon."

She waved at him as he got in his car and drove off.

She wasn't sure what her emotions were or what she was going to do but that would be a problem for tomorrow. Bulma walked into the house with a smile on her face. It was about damn time that she got some attention paid to her. She was a gorgeous woman with a lot to offer. Men should be throwing diamonds at her.

Bulma walked into her room and started to head towards the bathroom for a shower when she froze. Every hair seemed to stand on edge and she had the overwhelming feeling someone was watching her. Fear pierced her heart as she searched the dark room.

Who could have gotten in here?

She felt a presence directly behind her and immediately, swung herself around, her arm raising up to strike. A powerful grip caught it and pulled her forward to where she fell on a hard chest.

"Too slow."

Vegeta.

"Vegeta! What the fuck!? You scared me! Where have you been!? What are you doing in here!?"

Bulma immediately bit back angrily, trying to pull herself away but found herself trapped between a wall and a Saiyan in the matter of a second. She stared up at the shadowy figure with a mix of anger and excitement.

She really shouldn't feel excited by this… There was a homicidal man in her room that was currently holding her against a wall.

"No, Vegeta. You don't get to just come back when you want and use me as a booty call!"

She tried to push him away but found him immoveable. She heard him chuckle as he leaned even closer to where she could feel his breath on her lips. His eyes reflected in the moonlight and she gasped at the predatory look.

"And you don't need to be running back to that weakling whenever I am gone."

Bulma's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Are you talking about Yamcha?"

Why would he be talking about Yamcha? Her eyes widened.

"Are you jealous?"

Vegeta growled. "I would never be jealous of that pathetic excuse for a man."

"Yamcha is not pathetic!" She responded angrily.

She didn't flinch as she felt one of his hands brush down her cheek.

"So much fire…. a fire that would be wasted on someone such as him. You are smart enough to know a worthy mate."

Vegeta grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his chest. Bulma was shocked to feel bare skin. But she quickly found herself mesmerized as her fingers traced the scar she felt, only to find her fingers finding another…and then another.

"Those are the scars of a real man. I have fought. I have conquered. I am powerful."

Bulma shivered, feeling her body heat up. Vegeta was like a bomb. He was right. He was powerful. And it was damn sexy.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, each tearing at the other one's clothes. It was as if they couldn't get to each other quick enough. In no time at all, they were both naked on the bed. Bulma gasped as Vegeta's lips traveled all over her body, leaving a trail of bites and hickies.

She looked down with passion-glazed eyes as Vegeta forced her legs apart and held there. Their eyes met in the dark.

"When I'm done with you, you won't ever be able to have anything else."

Bulma's eyes widened and she moaned loudly as his mouth came into contact with her pussy. Her hands went instantly to tangle in his spikey hair, her hips bucking as his tongue expertly explored her nether region.

His tongue flicked over her clit and moved in a circular motion that was driving her completely insane.

"Fuck, Vegeta!"

He paused, lifting his head slightly. She gave out a groan of protest, beating her fists against the bed in frustration.
"Tell me who you belong to."

"W-What?"

Another lick.

"Who do you fucking belong to?"

"Y-you! I belong to you Vegeta!"

And then he attacked her pussy with a vengeance until she came with a scream.

"Fuck yes Vegeta!"

Before she could even recuperate, he was inside of her, thrusting inside of her like a madman. And she was enjoying every moment of the ride.

Her nails clutched at his back, digging into his skin. He apparently liked it by the way he moved harder into her, his mouth dipping down to capture one of her bouncing breasts.

Bulma felt as if she was being completely engulfed. Vegeta was all around her, filling her up to the brim. And she couldn't think of anything other than him continuing what he was doing. She pushed her head up, her teeth biting into his shoulder as she came again. She felt Vegeta tense, pumping once, twice, and then a flood of warmth filled her.

Moments later, they parted, both panting as they tried to recover. She looked up at Vegeta who was returning her look. They didn't say anything though. There seemed to be an unspoken understanding. Vegeta slowly pulled out and laid down on the bed, pulling her against his side. And she let him.

Thoughts about what the hell any of this meant would have to be answered tomorrow.