A/N This was supposed to be a citrus chapter. Well, I'm afraid it didn't work out, so lemon warning, guys! ;) It's a slight one, though.

Chapter 7

She knew she was falling in love with him.

Bulma was sitting in the kitchen, staring at the wall. She was thinking. What exactly was causing all of this? Well, sure, Vegeta was handsome, but that wasn't the point. First of all, he was proud. And although it might have been irritating some times, she simply admired him for it. He was tough, persistent and proud. To be honest, for her that was a perfect picture of a warrior. The long he was living in her house, the more convinced she was becoming that on top of this he was also incredibly intelligent. She wasn't expecting that when they first met, but as the time went on, she was getting more and more impressed by his smart retorts, sarcastic comments and ironic answers to her questions. For the first time in her life she found a man that could really keep up with her intelligence and that attracted her.

Another thing was how he managed to change. When he and Nappa arrived to Earth, he was just cold - blooded murderer. When they met on Namek, not only he didn't kill her or her friends, but even tried to help them defeat Frieza (well, maybe he just chose safer option… oh, whatever, that's not a thing right now). And now… Bulma thought about a kiss they shared about a week ago. And she was sure that now Vegeta was nothing of a man he used to be.

All of a sudden Vegeta appeared in front of her. Bulma jumped up on a chair, surprised by his sudden coming into view. She looked him in the face and she felt chills along her spine. He looked so… wild. Bulma has never seen him like that - his eyes were glowing, his lips moist and parted, he was looking at her like if he was a tiger and she was his victim to be. And then he took her face in his hands and kissed her.

When they kissed for the first time, he was surprised, if not intimidated. But now he was certainly in charge. He pulled her closer, his arms encircling her waist so tight she couldn't move, but she didn't bother. He waited a brief moment just to make sure she wouldn't push him away. When she gave in, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue to her mouth, with which he made her moan quietly. After a while they parted a little.

"Vegeta…? Um, what is…" - Vegeta didn't let her finish. He looked her deeply in the eyes, she almost melted under his look.

"Be mine."

From all the things in the world, that was the one Bulma knew for sure she really wanted. This time it was she who initiated the kiss - delicate and passionate at the same time. Vegeta lifted her up and, not breaking a kiss for even a second, carried her upstairs. When they reached his bedroom, he opened a door with a light kick. His hands were wandering around her body, caressing her every curve. Bulma grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it off. She could see every muscle of his chest, for the first time that closely. Well, if she thought he was well built before, now she could tell he was simply divinely built. Vegeta smirked. He decided to give as good as he got, she turned Bulma around and started unzipping her dress. His movements were painfully slow, she could feel every inch of material flowing down her back, but he kept it that way. When half of her back was exposed to him, Vegeta started to put a trail of hot, wet kisses along her spine, what made her shiver. After her dress was unzipped completely, he slid her dress on the ground, made her turn around and looked at her.

God, she was stunning. Even more beautiful than in his dream. Her skin was fair and even smoother than silk and now she was wearing nothing but rose pink, lacy lingerie. Her body was calling him. Vegeta reached her back to undo her bra. He pulled it once… and nothing. He tried once again, the same. He was getting angry. Who invented this contraption?! He was right about to say something when Bulma undid it for him. And to think that he was convinced she couldn't look any better than a while ago. Well, without her bra - she did. Oh god, she really did.

However, he didn't have much time for thinking - Bulma was already pulling his pants down, leaving kisses on each part of his body she could reach. She giggled a little. Looks like somebody doesn't wear underwear!

"What do you find so… funny, woman?" - Vegeta said in at least dreamy voice, his eyes closed.

"Oh, nothing. Just admiring."

He opened his eyes and pulled her face close to his. He kissed her once again, then - moved his lips to her neck. Bulma moaned - he really knew how to kiss. Still kissing her, Vegeta reached to her thong and took it off. When she was completely naked in front of him, his kisses moved to her breasts. He was rubbing them, sucking her nipples gently, even biting them lightly from time to time. The more she stiffened under his touch, the bolder he was. After a while he took her in his arms and moved to bed. He laid her down on sheets, never stopping his efforts on pleasuring her. He was coming down with his kisses, lower and lower, until he reached her core. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, however he decided to trust his instincts. Bulma's moans assured him he was doing fine. He was licking and sucking her clit and she was twining under his body. Vegeta slipped his finger into her - he didn't expect how wet and tight she was. But what's more important, he didn't expect her reaction.

She slipped out from under him and moved herself on the top of his body.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I just changed my mind a little… Now I'm on the top."

"Witch…"

"Shh, I can promise you won't regret it. Close your eyes…" - Vegeta didn't have much choice but to obey. As it turned out soon, it was the best kind of obedience he had ever made.


Bulma was nestling into Vegeta's chest. He was inhaling deeply, his body covered in sweat. He closed his arms around her small figure, trying to keep her scent.

Her finger began to wander around his scars. She was following each of them, suddenly one of them interested her particularly. It was round, with surprisingly smooth edges and it was located on his chest.

"How did you get this one? Who with you fighting with?"

Vegeta sighed. It was a rather unpleasant thing to discuss right now.

"Oh, I was hardly fighting. It was Frieza, when he killed me."

Bulma lifted her head up, her eyes wide in shock.

"He… killed you? Vegeta, you… you were killed by this… this monster?"

"I was. He killed me on Namek, he must have been totally pissed off with my talking, I think. Kakarotto even bu… " - Vegeta looked in her eyes and saw that… Fright. She was frightened because of his death. He decided to quit the subject.

"It doesn't matter. Frieza is dead, I'm alive. And I think you got absolutely convinced about the last one a while ago…" - he smirked and received a light punch from Bulma.

They laid in silence for a while. The air was heavy, sheets were sticking to their bodies, smell of lust still present in the room.

"Vegeta?"

"Mhh?"

"So you really were a virgin?"

"Oh, shut up."

A/N Sorry I wasn't updating for a while, I'm pretty busy lately. I promise as soon as I have some time I will write more (only if you want me to, so… reviews, please!).