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I'm back with chapter 7! This is another kinda short chapter, but as promised last week there is a lemon. I know as of right now, this fic probably seems rather frivolous, but I promise things will become more 'structured' for lack of a better word. Things will get very real for these two pretty soon, so let them have a little fun for a few chapters.

Once again, I want to give a big thanks to all the peeps who are supporting this fic. Thanks for all the faves, follows, reviews, and for just plain reading it. I hope you enjoy this chapter.


The morning after the Yamcha lab fiasco, Bulma awakens to find herself still in the lab, "Oh man, I must have fallen asleep in here." She looks at her watch and frowns when she sees that it's already 12:45 p.m. She stands up and stretches, "I can't believe it's already past noon!" Bulma walks out of the lab and goes to her own bedroom where she quickly strips out of her dirty clothes and jumps in the shower.

As she showers, she thinks about the fight she had with Yamcha the night before, 'I can't believe he thought that I would just go back out with him. Especially, after he cheated on me.' She grabs the shampoo and squirts some into her palm. She continues replaying the night's memories in her mind as she lathers the shampoo into her blue hair, 'And, Vegeta actually defended me. If that's not strange, I don't know what is!'

*Bold is memories*

She smiles as she thinks about what Vegeta had said, *I don't think men should make women cry. Even if it is a stupid woman like you.*

'He really didn't want to see me cry.' She finishes her shower and puts on a bathrobe before leaving her bedroom, 'That phrase was actually kind of sweet coming from Vegeta.' She begins walking down the hallway gathering up stray clothes along the way, "I need to do the laundry."

She makes her way through the house looking for all the dirty clothes lying around and she is about to go to the washroom when she figures she'd better check Vegeta's bedroom. She walks down the hall and enters the Saiyan's bedroom. Her blue eyes widen in horror when she sees the huge pile of dirty clothes lying on his bedroom floor as well as thrown all over the room, "Oh, my Kami! This is ridiculous!"

She looks around the room curiously before gathering the clothes. She hadn't been in this room much since it became the raven haired prince's bedroom, "Well, at least the bed is made." She walks around the room gathering up clothes and when she gets close to the bed she notices a photograph lying face down on the nearby dresser. Her curiosity gets the better of her as she picks the photograph up and examines it. The photo is of a beautiful woman with raven locks and a nice figure. She frowns a little at the photo of the unknown woman in Vegeta's bedroom, "I wonder who this is?"

She places the photo back down where she found it and quickly gathers all the dirty laundry. She finally makes her way to the washroom where she opens the washing machine, but before she can deposit the clothes in her arms, she notices that there are still wet clothes occupying the washing machine. She lets out an annoyed sigh, "Ughh! I guess I'll have to put these in the dryer."

She pulls the wet clothes from the washing machine and quickly deposits them in the dryer. She then grabs up the clothes she came in with and begins putting them in the washing machine. While she's loading the washing machine and setting it to the right wash settings, she hears someone enter the room. She assumes it's Vegeta, but before she has the chance to turn around and confirm her suspicions, she feels his arms reach around her as his hands finds her breasts and squeeze them softly. Before she has a chance to react or even question him, he slides his hands beneath the bathrobe and begins rubbing her nipples with his calloused fingertips making her moan softly. She then hears him speaks and his breath brushes against the back of her neck, "It's already 2:00. Where have you been all day?"

Bulma's hands drop from the setting knobs on the washing machine and she grips the sides of the said machine as Vegeta continues fondling her breasts, "I-I overslept."

Even though the inventor very much enjoys what the Saiyan prince is doing her, she reaches up and grabs his hands in her own, stopping his pleasuring. He growls with irritation, "What are you doing?"

"I just took a shower." She tries to straighten her body, but his body remains solid behind her own preventing her from moving very much, "Having sex would make a shower counterproductive."

He ignores the counterproductive statement as he brings her body closer to his making her clothed back touch his chest, "I can see well enough that you just took a shower. You're still wet." He lets out a low chuckle as he brushes his crotch against her butt making her feel his erection pressing against her, "But, not quite wet enough."

"Vegeta, I…"

He grinds his erection against her butt halting her words, "Don't say you're too busy because I know it's a lie."

An offended sound leaves her lips, "How can you say that?!"

"You finished those two machines last night." He continues rubbing his clothed cock against her as he speaks making it very difficult for her to find the right words.

"So, what makes you think I don't have something else to do?" She finally wiggles out of his grasp and turns to face him.

He gives her a skeptical look as he wonders what she could possibly have to do that is more important than having sex with him, "Okay, name it."

"What?"

"Name whatever it is you're so eager to get done." He shoots her a challenging look mixed with a smug smirk.

A stumped expression plays across her face, "Well…there's this…um."

He crosses his arms over his chest as his smirk turns into a scowl, "I'm eagerly awaiting your answer, woman."

"I have to do the laundry." She waves her arm around the room, "See, that's why I'm in the washroom." He lets out a small laugh at her answer and she gives him an angry look, "And, what is so funny?"

"The laundry?" He laughs a little more before continuing, "Is that the best you can come up with?"

She casts him a hateful glare, "What do you mean, 'The best I can come up with'?"

He doesn't speak, but simply reaches out, grabs the belt holding her bathrobe closed, and pulls it away from her waist. The bathrobe falls open and Vegeta brings her body close to his again pulling her mouth to his. He roughly kisses her as he places his hand on her butt and slowly works it up her body eventually finding her breast again. The blue haired inventor doesn't pull away from his attention and participates in the kiss by opening her mouth to allow his tongue entrance. Just as her own tongue joins in on the action, he pulls away from her completely leaving her standing in front of him with an open bathrobe.

He gives her a superior look, "That's what I mean." A confused expression is still plastered on her face, but he doesn't give her a chance to speak, "I'm horny and you obviously are too, otherwise you wouldn't have been so eager for that kiss. As far as this laundry you speak of goes…you've already loaded it." He then slams the lid to the washing machine closed and turns the machine on, "You have one load washing and one load drying." He gives her an expression of mock contemplation, "Now, what on Earth are you going to do while you wait for them to finish?"

Bulma stands in silence for a few seconds, but a playful smile eventually dances across her lips, "Have sex with you, I suppose."

The raven haired Saiyan returns her smile as he begins undressing himself, "That's what I thought you'd say."

Bulma pulls the open bathrobe off her body and it drops to the floor. He finishes undressing and walks toward her. She puts her arms around his neck, but he looks into her blue eyes and shakes his head from side to side as he pulls them away from his neck. She gives him a perplexed look, "What are you doing? I thought this is what you wanted."

A mischievous grin spreads across his face, "Oh, I do want it, but not like this."

"Huh?" Her perplexed expression becomes even more so as her eyebrows come together in confusion.

He places his hands on her shoulders and spins her all the way around until she's facing the washing machine with him standing behind her, "I don't want it from the front. I want it from the back."

*Just a little Author's Note here, this is not anal sex. It's just from the back…like doggy style to a certain extent.*

She attempts to look back at him, but he prevents it, "But, Vegeta…"

"Shhh! Just shut-up and bend over." He pushes her torso over the edge of the washing machine with his hands to get her into the right position.

"But, Vegeta, I…Oh!" She stops speaking when she feels his hand once again on her breast. He begins massaging the soft flesh there almost making her forget what she was going to say, "Vegeta?"

"If you're going to ask about protection then don't. I don't need to be reminded every time!"

"That's not what I was going to say." She can feel the weeping head of his cock brush against the bare skin of her ass and she wonders just when exactly he's planning on implementing the protection.

He growls at her constant chatter, but allows her to say whatever it is she's so intent on saying, "Then what!"

"I-I've never had sex this way before." She blushes a little making her cheeks turn pink, "You know, against a washing machine from behind."

Vegeta chuckles at her words, "Me either, but there's a first time for everything." He finally opens the condom he'd been holding since he stripped and rolls it onto his length. He then positions himself behind her with the head of his cock resting at her entrance, "These clothes aren't the only ones that will be experiencing the spin cycle today."

Bulma grips the side of the washing machine as she feels the head of his cock enter her body. He continues to massage her breasts as he sinks the rest of his length inside her already dripping box. Once he's fully sheathed inside her, he halts all his movements as he feels the vibrations from the washing machine buzzing through both of their bodies. Bulma finds herself wondering what he's doing and questions him, "Vegeta…What are you…waiting for?"

"Getting impatient, are we?" He stops massaging her breasts as he grabs her hips to steady himself as he pulls his hips back slightly and rocks back into her. They both let out satisfied sounds as he continues to thrust slowly into her working his way up to the faster and harder thrusts.

The washing machine begins shaking harder than when they first began as it starts the spin cycle. The Saiyan prince becomes comfortable with their position and begins slamming into her with more purpose as his hips pump faster and harder into her, "Oh, Vegeta! More!"

The raven haired man smiles when he hears her moaning his name and begging for more. He lets out a few low, blissful groans as her wet walls pulse around his aching shaft and he thrusts even faster than before. The washing machine continues to shake and their breathing becomes more ragged as sweat dampens their skin. The rumble of the washing machine and the dryer is the only thing drowning out their loud cries of ecstasy as they feel themselves coming closer and closer to release. Vegeta's grip tightens on her hips as he grinds into her relentlessly, "You should…do the laundry (moan)…more often."

Bulma lets out a few excited gasps as Vegeta's thrusts mixed with the vibrations of the washing machine send wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body, "Vegeta! Don't stop…(gasp)…please, don't stop!"

Vegeta can feel that it won't be long before he cums and he knows Bulma is just as close to completion as he is. He suddenly stops pumping into her making the blue haired woman let out a groan of disappointment, "Vegeta, what are you…doing? I was almost…there." The two of them are still panting as Vegeta smiles. He pulls all the way out of her body and reenters her roughly causing them to both cry out their pleasure. He picks up his thrusts at a harder more erratic pace than before and Bulma begin pushing her hips back to meet his forceful thrusts, "Oh! Yes, Vegeta!"

He loves the sound of her screaming out his name and just can't hear it enough, "Say it again, woman! Say my name!"

"Vegeta!" The prince continues pounding into her to the sound of his name being cried out, "Yes! Vegeta! I-I'm…(moan)…I'm almost there!"

"Me too…I'm…(groan)…I'm gonna cum!" Bulma lets out one more bliss-filled scream as she climaxes and her walls clench and unclench tightly around his cock. He fills his release edging closer and yells out his pleasure loudly as he cums. The two lovers collapse over the washing machine as it alarms to let them know the current load of clothes has finished its wash cycle.

The Saiyan pulls out after he catches his breath and pulls the condom off as he props himself against the dryer. The inventor remains slumped against the washing machine trying to recover her breathing. Vegeta gives her a smirk before breaking the silence with his voice, "Time for another load I suppose."

She gives him a hateful glare, "And, I guess after that you want lunch…am I correct?"

He grins as he picks up his discarded clothes and hands them over to Bulma, "How on Earth did you ever guess? I'm going to take a shower and you can wash these while you're at it." He leaves the washroom completely naked and heads for the shower.

Bulma slips her bathrobe back on and takes the dry clothes out of the dryer and transfers the wet clothes into it. She then starts the new load of clothes to wash. She shakes her head angrily, "I'd smack him if the sex wasn't so good."

TBC…


Thanks for reading! Also, if any of you are yaoi fans (which means boyXboy lovin') then I have a couple of Trunks/Goten fics called "It Fits Perfectly" and "Bacon, It's Not Just For Breakfast Anymore". As always, love ya!