Two days. It had been two days since the kitchen scene, and Bulma had been left reeling from Vegeta's actions. He hadn't spoken to her since, which she had suspected would happen. He didn't show up at night for dinner, forcing her to store the food she had cooked the past two days in the fridge. Of course, she noticed he had eaten what she had cooked. Only when she wasn't around.

Bulma had made up her mind. She wasn't going to beg for anyone's attention. She had done that enough with Yamcha, and she vowed to herself never again. Never again would her feelings be toyed with. Despite wanting to confront Vegeta, she mainly stayed in the lab. If she wasn't in the lab, she was cooking or sleeping.

With her parents being gone, she felt lonely. It gave her too much time to think, and all her mind wanted to focus on was Vegeta. His touch... Oh man, his touch. The way he teased her with those tickles of breath against her skin. Every movement he made sent her into a daze. She wanted every part of him.

But not just sexually. In the days she had lived with him, he had always pulled her in. Her curious nature had drawn her to him from the beginning, and now she knew she was trapped. The night they had watched t.v. together, eating pizza, was the first time Vegeta had willingly spent time with her. It had been nice...

Bulma knew all too well that there may never be another night like that again. Vegeta had taken things too far, and she knew that he would stay backed off for a long time. Or he'd just take off again. Fear crept into her mind, crawling up her spine in a chill. You better not even think about it, Vegeta. Bulma sighed, looking out of the window.

Vegeta walked into the kitchen silently. He could still smell the food that Bulma had cooked only hours earlier. Grabbing the container of food from the fridge, he popped it into the microwave and waited patiently for the beep. The hot food in his hands made his stomach growl as he sat down at the table. The sun was slinking down, causing the kitchen to be dimly lit. It was perfect.

Eating, his mind began to drift into thoughts of her. The blue haired beauty that seemed to haunt him. He had never meant to dig himself into this hole, but it was a little too late. You're an idiot, Vegeta... The image of Bulma came into his head. Blue hair falling in ringlets around her beautiful little face. Those big blue eyes staring up at him. Smooth, long legs.. That night gown..

Leave me alone, Woman! Get out of my head! I don't want you. I don't need her. What I need, is to become super Saiyan. Beat the shit out of Kakarot. Vegeta tensed up when felt her Ki coming closer. Her feet padded quietly down the hallway, and from the corner of his eye, he saw her slink into the kitchen.

Without a word, she opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. He noticed she was wearing short shorts, and a black tank. She left the kitchen without a word, and he relaxed. Her silent footsteps disappeared into her room. Finishing his dinner with Bulma on his mind, he put his dishes in the sink and left the kitchen.

What he needed was a shower. Walking into his room, he shut the door and headed for his bathroom. Grateful for the fresh towels that Bulma had obviously left for him, he smirked. She is such a mystery... One that is not yours to figure out! He wanted to hate her for making him... Feel. Or want to, anyway.

Vegeta turned on the hot water. Stripping off his shoes and training shorts, he stepped into the hot shower. His body relaxed, his arms hanging loosely at his side. Despite the shower feeling great, and his body relaxing, he didn't relax completely. He never really did. Vegeta was always on guard, no matter what. His upbringing had taught him to never drop his guard, to never completely relax.

Which is why he heard the soft click of his bedroom door. Woman, what do you want? Vegeta let out a huffed sigh. He knew she had walked the few steps to the bathroom door, which was cracked. He could feel her outside the door, her small Ki bouncing around through his senses.

Tap, tap, tap. Her small knuckles tapped on the bathroom door. "Vegeta?"

"What do you want, Woman?" Vegeta snarled.

"You gonna ignore me forever?" Bulma asked quietly.

"You have no idea what you're messing with. You don't want to get something started that shouldn't happen." Vegeta said, his tone cool.

"Play with fire, you get burned. I don't care, Vegeta. Not anymore. I've been burned enough. What's one more time?" Bulma asked in a near whisper. Bulma felt herself being moved, but the movement was so quick, she felt dizzy for a moment. Hot water drizzled over her body, soaking her clothes. She was in the shower, Vegeta's dark eyes burning into hers.

"I don't want to burn you." Vegeta said, his voice cold. "I just want you to leave me alone. But you can't do that, can you?"

"I..." Bulma looked away, but a finger against her chin forced her to look back up. Vegeta suddenly grabbed her tank top and pulled it over head. She didn't argue, didn't resist. He snatched her shorts, ripping them off. "Hey!" Bulma growled, her shorts ripped in two.

"That's what happens. I tear things apart." Vegeta said, holding that cold tone. Bulma watched him as he moved closer to her. His eyes locked on hers, almost questioning. She tilted her head, studying his face. She felt his hand on the nape of her neck, and he leaned down to her face with his. Closing her eyes, she welcomed his kiss.

It was suprisingly soft, she opened her mouth to his, and shivered slightly when his tongue slid across hers. Vegeta broke the kiss, leaning his head back, looking at her once again. That same questioning look. Then it hit her. He's...asking for my permission? Bulma shook her head slightly, as if to say yes. Once again, Vegeta leaned down to her, his lips near her ear.

"Remember one thing. You asked for this." He whispered harshly. He ripped off the rest of her under garments, and pressed her against the shower wall. Hot water poured down on top of the two, as he pressed against her. When he kissed her neck, his lips felt hotter than the water. Bulma's hand found the back of his neck, and she pulled him closer to her body.

Looking down at her face, Vegeta noticed how her skin was redder than usual. The hot water caused her skin to turn a dark pinkish color. Smirking, he lifted her body up against the shower wall. His hand found exactly what he had been craving for so long. As he kissed her, his finger teased her. She moaned lightly against his lips, causing him to growl lowly.

The way she sounded... It took him far more self control than he would ever be willing to admit. He wanted her. Looking into her eyes, he saw that same lustful look from the blue haired genius that he found absolutely beautiful. He didn't want to wait any longer. Pulling her body closer to him, he shifted her weight against him, entering her. She let out a gasp, and when he moved against her, pressing her harder into the wall, her small fingers dug into the back of his neck.

Her actions sent him into a frenzy. Her nails against his skin, pulling his hair at the back of his neck. He smiled wickedly against her neck, as he grazed his teeth across her skin. She let out another moan, and he moved against her faster. He could feel her Ki rising, flooding through his own body as she came closer to release.

"Vegeta.." She whimpered against his shoulder. Moving even faster, he lifted her head and kissed her lips roughly. Bulma moaned into his lips, kissing him back. Their kiss muffled her screams to an extent, and a few more pumps gave them both the feeling they had been so desperately looking for. Vegeta allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder, and he held her up against the shower wall. Her whole body was shaking, her legs shaking the most. It left him feeling weird, such an affectionate embrace. He wasn't used to it, but it felt right in that moment.

After a few minutes, her shaking ceased, and he backed away from her. The two silently finished their shower, and stepped out together. Vegeta dried off quickly, but Bulma took her time, giving him a bit of a show. Once she was satisfied, she wrapped the towel around herself and walked into his bedroom. The room was dark, and she looked out of the window, before looking back at the Saiyan.

"I am going to get dressed." Bulma said, walking towards his bedroom door. In one quick movement, he shut the door and was in front of her.

"Why? We're just getting started." He teased. She gave him a sly grin.

"Really." She stated, a hand on her hip.

"Don't play with me." He growled, ripping off her towel.

"Hey! Vegeta!" Bulma fussed. He grabbed her up and threw her on the bed gently.

"Let's see if you can keep up." Vegeta sneered, standing at the edge of the bed.

"Ohhh, so you want to play like that, huh?" She taunted. He was on her in an instant, kissing her neck. Ravishing her body.

"I want to make you scream." He whispered playfully, his lips against her ear. His mouth planted kisses down her throat, his teeth nipping at her skin. Bulma wiggled under him, his touch searing her skin like fire. His body heat seemed to radiate off of him. She felt his hand on her shoulder, keeping her pinned to the bed.

His strength is ridiculous... Bulma's thoughts swirled away when his tongue slid down her stomach, causing her to shudder. She could feel that curve of a smile on his lips against her skin. His hand had slipped away from her shoulder, giving her some leverage. Leaning up, she positioned her arms under his and pulled him to her, their noses nearly touching.

"Vegeta..." She whispered, studying his face. He watched her intently, staying quiet, waiting for her to speak. Biting her bottom lip, she looked away for a moment, before looking back at the Saiyan. His dark eyes seemed to burn into hers, whisking away at her soul. His body was positioned just between her legs, his breath steady, she could feel it on her lips. Her heart must have been like a jackhammer in her chest, and she wondered if he could feel it.

Ohhhh myyyyy gahhhhh. That was great ? I think I played that quite well, if I do say so myself ! I hope everyone enjoyed this steamy chaptehhhh ! I enjoyed writing it ! I love making Vegeta the Vegeta that no one knows except Bulma ! I want him to stay that hard, cold warrior. Buuuut. I also want him to have a somewhat decent soft side. (As soft as Vegeta can be). I want to show the reasons why Bulma fell in love with him. Because she obviously loved him very much. One of my favorite episodes is when they save everyone from the evil Buu, and Bulma yells out "I love you, Vegeta!" I just feel like *gushhhhhhh* hehe.

Anyway ! REVIEWS are so freakin awesome. I am so happy to see that you guys like the story and the way I portray the characters. Thank you all so much ! Keeps me inspired to keep writing. When I see all the positive feedback, literally every review makes my day ! Thank you to all the READERS/REVIEWERS/FOLLOWERS/FAVORITERS !

~Kaila G.