Author's Note: I do not own DBZ. And as an update, I try to write every time I have a day off and feel the need to engage in my Bulma/Vegeta fantasy haha. This chapter is going to delve more into how their relationship is developing. Please leave a review :) I would love the encouragement!

Two weeks.

Two weeks of passionate and rough sex with the Saiyan prince. How did her life become this?

Bulma stretched, smiling to herself. She still wasn't sure what was happening between them but she had to admit she liked the current situation.

After that first night, following the Yamcha fiasco, she had woken up to find her bed empty. At that time, she had assumed he had run off again. That was until she saw him in the kitchen, eating as if nothing happened. So, she had decided to play along. And that night? He had flown through her window, pushed her on the bed, and fucked her all night.

And that was how every night happened over the course of these past two weeks. Not only had she enjoyed having her body thoroughly loved, but she had gotten a peak into the life of Vegeta. Most nights, she fell asleep straight after their rigorous sex, but about a week ago, she had decided to ask some questions.

They had been laying together, her head on his chest and one of his arms wrapped around her. He had been staring at the ceiling while she idly traced circles on his chest.

"What are Saiyans like?"

Silence lengthened between them to the point she thought he was ignoring her…or sleeping.

"What do you mean, woman?"

She glanced up at him but saw he was still staring up at the ceiling.

"Like, I know you all like to fight and you get stronger each time you get beaten…But what is the culture like? Are there many differences from Earth?"

He snorted.

"Of course, Saiyans are nowhere near as weak as those on this mudball."

She rolled her eyes.

"Of course, your all-powerful majesty! But what else?"

Another pause.

"Saiyans… are a fierce people. Our entire society revolved around conquering other planets so we did not have time for recreation as is common on Earth. All spare time tended to be devoted to getting stronger. I can say one thing I enjoy more on Earth is food. Food on planet Vegeta was very pragmatic and had no taste. Our people were very tough and didn't believe in certain pleasures."

Bulma was surprised at Vegeta sharing so much information but even more so that he had admitted he actually liked something about Earth.

"What about relationships?"

"Psh, of course you ask about a silly concept like that."

"You don't have to condescend me."

She started angrily, beginning to push herself up but was pulled back down by his arm around her.

"Quiet, woman. It's not time for that. Relationships between Saiyans are mostly non-existent. Couples get together, mostly when their strength matches each other. They reproduce, and then the baby is put into a pod to develop. My parents were different because they were royalty. They still did not show the affection as your people do. Saiyans do not show weakness."

Bulma found the information both fascinating and saddening.

"Do people ever get lonely?"

"No."

She couldn't help but think that was lie. She had the feeling Vegeta got lonely sometimes but would never voice it. If he thought she considered him to have any weaknesses, he would blast off and disappear forever.

What was it like to be him? What did he think about? How did he feel?

His arm briefly tightened on her, "Go to sleep, woman. It's late."

She had allowed the conversation to end that night but had picked it back up a couple days later. They had also been lying in bed when she asked a question that had been plaguing her mind.

"What was it like growing up?"

She felt him tense.

"I mean, you don't have to tell me, but I can imagine it was difficult being so young and losing your planet. And then being taken away by Freiza."

He was quiet for a long time.

"It was… a difficult time. I adjusted though."

She thought he was going to end it there.

"I spent most of my childhood dedicating myself to training. I knew if I could get strong enough I could avenge my people by killing Frieza. That's the only thing that would keep me sane. To imagine killing that bastard. And then Kakarott did…because I wasn't strong enough. But that won't happen again."

Bulma's eyes widened as she thought about his confession. That explained a lot. The reason he was so desperate to surpass Goku and why he constantly trained. It was his entire reason for living. He had been a child who witnessed everything he knew getting demolished. And then he had been abducted and had to completely adapt himself to living under a murderer. He had to become an unfeeling madman. He had both the upbringing and genetics working against him.

But, could he change?

Would he even want to?

She didn't think constantly chasing after Goku would make him happy. If only he could find greater meaning…She thought of Goku and how he was constantly looking for another fight. He lived to prove he was the strongest and challenge new warriors. As a father and husband, he was lacking. But he seemed happy. Perhaps Vegeta could find happiness as well?

"I think you're the strongest man I've ever met…"

She whispered and felt Vegeta tense briefly before relaxing. He didn't say anything and they had both drifted off to sleep.

It seemed like in the dark of the night, they could talk. During the day, they fought. She found their relationship to be incredibly exciting. She had even started to share things about herself to Vegeta. Last night she had talked about her anxiety over the androids and he had chuckled and told her she had, "nothing to worry about because I will destroy them in less time that you can put on that face of yours."

When she had brought up Yamcha, he had tensed and immediately started to insult him.

"You mean that weakling? Why would you want to be associated with someone who faints when he views his own reflection? On our planet, we would have knocked him off a very high bridge."

She sighed in irritation.

"Not every man can have unnatural strength like you Saiyans. Yamcha actually does very well for himself when taking into account his limits. He used to be this bandit as well…."

Bulma had immediately found herself on her back with an angry Saiyan forcing her legs apart so his fingers could enter her already slick pussy. She gasped, surprised at the sudden intrusion but his piercing expression kept her from moving. That didn't stop his fingers from moving though. She found herself quickly giving into the pleasure as he nipped at her neck.

"What's my name?"

"Vegeta…" She breathed out in a moan.

"Who do you want to claim your body?"

"You!"

"Damn right."

And then he had taken her with a fever.

Bulma felt as if her and Vegeta were starting to bond on a new level. Not only were they connecting on a physical level, but they were also getting to know one another. She felt like they were developing a mutual respect for each other.

And Yamcha?

She had not been out with him in weeks but had responded to his calls. She told him she was busy with work and couldn't go out. She felt dirty pursuing a relationship with Yamcha when she was enjoying whatever her and Vegeta had. Besides, being with Vegeta reminded her of what she was missing.

She would still like Yamcha as a friend but she also wanted more in her life.

But, it wasn't like she could get into a long-term relationship with Vegeta.

So, she would just enjoy it while she could. She also guessed she would have to officially inform Yamcha that she could no longer pursue a relationship with him.

On the negative side, her nightly escapades had made it difficult to stay motivated. She ended up sleeping in and staying in bed for at least an hour before she forced herself to get up. Bulma would then eat and work on some things around the house. Vegeta would sometimes find her and demand new training items to which she would either yell at him to leave her alone…or just do it. It depended on her mood.

There had been one day that he had barged in, causing her to become startled and ruin what she had been working on. When she had faced him, her face had been flushed in anger and she had started to yell as many insults as she could think of. That had somehow ended with her being hoisted onto the table and the poor piece of furniture almost breaking from their frenzied sex.

It was almost like they couldn't get enough of each other.

And her poor neck would never recover.

If there had been a break, then the hickies could have faded. But it seemed like Vegeta had an obsession with marking her. Every night, he would strengthen the color on various parts of her body. This made it very difficult to wear clothes that revealed her neck, breasts, or thighs.

But oh, did it feel good.

What was a girl to do?

Apparently, not a whole lot.

She had been slacking. Bulma had received a new report on the companies she had requested for her products. She needed to look it over and finalize it before proceeding. She also needed to finish the line of products she was currently working on so they could be replicated and mass-produced.

She tiredly rubbed her eyes as she thought of how exhausting all that sounded.

How did she become so lazy? And how did she become so isolated from the world? The only people she ever socialized with were Vegeta, her parents, and Yamcha. She had been out with her girlfriends during the past month but those occasions seemed to occur once every six months.

Was she becoming too comfortable? Was this a coping mechanism? You would think that the possibility of the world ending would make her want to get out more. The androids coming would be coming in a little over a year and here she was, sleeping late, and screwing an arrogant Saiyan.

If they survived the androids coming she would definitely have to write a book about her life.

Bulma stood up and forced herself to begin getting dressed. She needed to get herself more productive. She refused to just sit here and wait for Vegeta to come back to use her body. She giggled to herself when she thought of how the dream of "getting the prince" turned out for her. Somehow, she didn't think the prince on a white horse included a tail and dirty, filthy sex.

Bulma brushed out her now straight hair. She decided the perm had not suited her well. She also dreaded styling it every morning. Bulma dressed herself in a professional skirt and blouse, deciding she would have to go into the office today. She needed to surround herself with business so she wouldn't be tempted to crawl back into bed.

Once she decided she was presentable, Bulma went downstairs to make herself some toast and eggs. As she made her meal, she glanced outside to see the gravity room up and running.

Like a moth to the flame, Bulma put her eggs on her toast as a sandwich and drifted outside, towards Vegeta's training space.

Why was she heading that way? That was an answer she decided she did not want to delve into too deeply. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was obsession. She would call it natural.

Bulma went to a window that she thought would be not be as noticeable and peered in. She watched Vegeta, highlighted by the red light, punching and periodically sending blasts at the training bots. She had to admit, he was amazing to watch. The way he moved gracefully, his muscles bugling, sweat drifting over his impressive body.

How could a girl resist a specimen such as him?

Just watching him was making her hot and heavy.

And just like the fairytale prince, it was a woman's wet dream to have a strong protector. Although Bulma could hold her own, she couldn't help but feel deliciously vulnerable around him. He could crush her easily but he didn't. At night, when he would pull her against his naked chest and she would feel the iron muscle in his body, she would practically melt.

Bulma pulled herself away from the tempting image and began to walk towards the front of the complex. She didn't want to be caught gawking at Vegeta, especially by the prince himself. She really needed to get her head together.

Bulma stuffed the rest of her meal into her mouth as she got into her car.

He was too much of a drug to her.

Vegeta grimaced as his body strained against 400 gravity. How was he not a Super Saiyan yet? He had been training much harder than Kakarott did plus he had the superior genes. He should have been able to turn into a Super Saiyan while closing his eyes.

And yet…that domesticated imp of a Saiyan had been able to achieve every Saiyan's dream….

Vegeta punched the wall, leaving a substantial dent in the wall.

When would he be able to achieve the greatness he was promised!?

At the sound of the bots booting up for another attack, Vegeta flipped away from the wall and began dodging their torrid of energy balls. Every time he would send an energy blast at them, they would absorb it, and send a greater one at him. He had to admit, he was impressed with the woman's work.

He cursed as the thought of her distracted him long enough for an energy ball to brush by his shoulder, leaving a burn is its' wake.

That woman as dangerous. She muddled his concentration which was unacceptable. He pushed her out of his mind as he continued to dodge and attack for the next thirty minutes. At that point, the bots powered down for scheduled break. The damn woman even instilled safety precautions ever since he had been sent to the hospital. He would have been infuriated if she had not also provided upgraded equipment.

Vegeta sat on the floor of the gravity machine as the gravity level slowly powered down. He reached out for the towel in the corner and wiped the sweat off of his face.

He and the blue-haired creature…Bulma... had been engaged in a mutually beneficial carnal relationship for about a month now. Every time Vegeta would tell himself he would cut it off, he found himself at her window. He found the Earthling to be addictive. She had the tongue or a viper, the body of a harlot, and the spirit of a warrior. It seemed day and night they would both fight for dominance.

Vegeta smirked when he remembered how many times he would make her admit defeat in the bedroom.

"Oh God, Vegeta. Yes! You are the greatest warrior there ever was! Just put it in already!"

He would have thought bedding her every night would have improved his concentration. But it seemed like his mind would constantly drift back to when they could repeat their sessions. Or he would intentionally seek her out to engage her in a fight.

Over twenty years trapped on a ship with Frieza. His only excitement had come from killing people. He had never had someone he could talk to like he did her. And he found himself…engaged with every interaction. The realization was bizarre. He remembered how she was on Planet Namek and how he thought of her as an air-headed waste of space. The way she drooled after that dumbshit from the Ginyuu force.

How he had been wrong about her. She had many uses.

The fact he had grown more comfortable around her was beginning to disturb him though. They had begun to…talk. About things he had never discussed with anyone before. Yea, he had shared with Kakarott on his death bed. But nothing as personal.

Vegeta remembered waking up from one of his nightmares a couple days ago, panting and looking for an enemy. The woman had been there, her sky-blue eyes shimmering with worry as her hands soothingly touched him.

"Are you okay?"

"It's nothing woman, don't touch me."

He had shrugged her hand off like it was offensive and stood up, needing to put distance in between them. She had followed him.

"It didn't seem like nothing. I've seen you have nightmares before. Are they of Frieza?"

He glared at her over his shoulder.

"I have lived terrors you could only dream of, but I am also not innocent. I have slaughtered thousands of people and tore apart planets. I am a conqueror. Do not presume me to be a helpless victim."

He had been shocked to feel her small hand on his bicep.

"I know…You forget that I was a witness to that part of you. But that was what you were trained to do. That doesn't have to be you anymore. You can be happy and replace those memories with positive ones."

He scoffed, shaking her hand off as he walked towards the window, grabbing his clothes as he went.

"It was always who I am. I am a killer. Do not think things have changed because of our trysts. You and your planet are nothing to me. I only seek greater power and prestige. That is all I care about."

And then he had flown to some deserted mountain range and blew shit up. When he had returned, the woman was nowhere to be seen. He had even intentionally tried to occupy places she normally frequented. But nothing. From what he had heard from her parent's conversations, she had been working more and staying out late.

He was annoyed at the realization that he sort of missed her. How dare she decide to run off when he needed her to service his needs!?

Vegeta stood up, feeling even more frustrated than before his work out. He decided it would be best to call it quits and go get some food and take a shower. As he exited the gravity room and began walking to the house, he felt a spike in energy that made him pause. Where was it coming from and who was giving it off? He immediately felt uneasy. Something was wrong.

He felt another surge and realized it was the woman's energy giving off in the distance. She was distressed. Before Vegeta could contemplate more of the situation, he took off flying in that direction. There was no need to question his actions since he was above common reasoning.

The more her energy escalated, the more he pumped power into his flight. He was furious and ready to kill. As he approached, he heard her familiar voice shout, "Get off of me!" And that was enough for him.

He landed a mere couple of feet away from her energy and reached out to grab a man by the throat.

"V-Vegeta!?"

He glanced briefly over at Bulma who was staring wide-eyed at him. He quickly assessed her, seeing her red coloring from her face paint smudged and as his eyes drifted down, he noticed the bruise forming on her wrist. Rage consumed him as he turned back to the man that was currently trying to pry Vegeta's fingers off of his neck, eyes wide. Vegeta felt delighted at the man's fear. He had hurt what was his. He would be eliminated. Vegeta crushed the man's wind pipes before tossing him to the side. He generated a ball of energy after the fallen man, making sure nothing would be left except ash. He smirked gleefully.

Vegeta then turned back to Bulma, taking in her frightened gaze and the way she was shaking. He found her fear to be extremely uncomfortable. She should never be afraid. She was a warrior women for God's sake. He took a step towards her and his eyebrows furrowed when she took a step back and bumped against the transportation contraption behind her.

"Y-you killed him…"

He scoffed, puffing out his chest.

"Of course I fucking did. It didn't look like you were having an amicable interaction."

Her eyes met his and the frenzied emotions flashing in their depths made him unsure of what to do next. She was safe now, what else did she need?

"H-how did you? W-why did y-"

He cut her off by grabbing her body and hoisting her over his shoulder before taking off into the sky, back towards the house.

"You do not need to ask questions woman. You can show your appreciation for me later. I ended that worthless being's life and you are safe once again. Honestly, I don't know how you weakling beings survive."

She didn't say anything the entire journey back which unwillingly concerned him. She had a big mouth and usually used it without restraint. He landed on her balcony and entered her room. Swinging her from his shoulder onto the bed. She landed with an "oof" but when she looked up at him, he was glad to see she had recovered some of her composure.

"You can't just kill people like that, Vegeta."

"He hurt you."

"W-what?" She looked at him in surprise as he gazed back at her blankly. He waved his hand at her arm, which she followed and seemed shocked by the mark there.

"Yea…I…it will go away in a couple of days…" She sighed, "He was one of the members of one of our partner organizations. He had been kind of staying close to me over the course of a couple of weeks but I didn't think anything of it. You know, I have a lot of guys try stuff on me. I never expected for him to corner me in the parking lot though… I couldn't get to my tazor and everything happened so fast…" She wiped at her eyes and he noticed the tears she was trying to hide. From her voice, it seemed like she was more frustrated than sad though. Which was something he could handle.

"He will no longer bother you."

She looked up at him in surprise before cracking a small smile and laughing lightly.

"Who would have thought Vegeta would be my rescuer? Perhaps you are prince charming after all."

He glared, turning to leave but a hand on his wrist stopped him. He turned to look at her over his shoulder.

"It was a joke… please don't leave. I don't want to be alone tonight."

He turned back and lowered himself to the bed, her crawling so she could be next to him. Even though he knew he shouldn't be giving into her wishes, he secretly also wanted to be close to her tonight. After the event, all he wanted to do was kill some more things. He did not like the fact she said other men were looking at her in a similar fashion. Would the woman always be under attack?

Her presence next to him calmed him. So he stayed there all night with her tucked next to him, drifting off to a peaceful sleep.