Lemon Alert!!!

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Vegeta looked around at the charred, empty landscape. He was breathing heavily but it was slowing down.

I did it.

He had annihilated every single one of the savage creatures of H18-8, proving everyone wrong. He finally took a moment to look down at his hands and let it all sink in. That's when he noticed the golden aura surrounding him.

Is this… the legendary? I've reached the legendary super Saiyan?! He took to the skies in triumph, demolishing a couple of mountains while he was at it. He landed on a high peak and thought of his next course of action with Frieza.

I need to get back, first, before I can do anything. So he took off into the air for the space pod he came in, hopefully it won't be too damaged.

Landing next to the pod, he was able to inspect it. Besides the initial crash damage, it seemed to be in good condition. Since his assignment was a suicide mission, there wasn't a return procedure put in place.

Sitting in the pod, he examined the various controls and wires before he realized that he could understand the operating system and how it all worked. He had never been able to figure anything out with his space pod before and relied on other people to program it.

He chuckled to himself, "Looks like the woman has rubbed off on me." Fixing wires, pressing buttons and pulling knobs he was able to reset it to take him back to Frieza's ship. He managed to take out the tracking device so Frieza would assume he was dead and wouldn't see him coming. The door closed with a hiss and the pod took off into space.

I will have her with me soon enough.

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When Bulma woke up, her father was right beside her. The healing fluid was draining out and she didn't feel any pain from Cooler's attack. Dr. Briefs helped her get out of the tank and gave her a towel to dry herself.

"What happened to Cooler?"

Her father scoffed, "Other than pissed off, he's fine. He was stunned by your attack, you caught him off guard. He's definitely not used to people, especially his women, fighting back."

She put her uniform on and turned back to her father, "I was just as surprised as he was. It was like my fear and rage were intensified exponentially. I was able to form it into a ball of energy that I shot at Cooler." She gasped, "Oh no, what's Cooler going to do to me?! Or Frieza?!" Her breathing quickened and her heartbeat skyrocketed.

Dr. Briefs had to shake her shoulders to get her to calm down, "Bulma!" Her glistening eyes looked at her father and she took a deep breath.

"Bulma, this is extremely important and we don't have much time," he handed her a capsule, "take this. You're much more clever than I am, I know you can do something with this. Quickly now. Someone is coming." She could hear the numbers being inputted on the keypad for the door so she hid the capsule on her person.

The doors opened and Zarbon walked into the med bay, interrupting them, "Lord Frieza demands her presence, immediately." he said with a sneer.

Her fists were squeezed so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.To avoid any suspicion, Dr. Briefs walked away quickly, leaving Bulma with Zarbon.

"Ladies first." Zarbon gestured toward the open doors and Bulma begrudgingly walked to them. She stole a glance back at her father who was giving her an apologetic look.

The corridor was bustling with other aliens and creatures who would all stop and look at her when she walked by. The story of a weak human female firing a blast against Cooler spread like wildfire. Zarbon remained quiet the whole walk to the throne room which made Bulma more on edge.

They came to the infamous double doors to Frieza's throne and waited to be let in. The panic was starting to overtake her. The doors opened and inside Frieza was sitting in his hover throne with Cooler standing on his left. Cooler had a lecherous look on his face while Frieza looked indifferent. Zarbon shoved her forward and she walked slowly towards them, stopping about 10 feet in front of them.

Cooler approached her, taking pleasure in the fear she was trying to mask. Zarbon took a step back to allow Cooler full access. He circled her like a lion with his prey, pausing behind her and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. Bulma shuddered as Cooler's fingers were combing through her hair.

With his putrid lips next to her ear he whispered, "If you ever try to use your pathetic attack on me again, I will rip your heart out of your chest. Rest assured, you will be mine."

A loud bang behind Cooler was heard. Frieza crushed the armrest of his hover throne with his fist, "I never agreed to that! It's gonna take a lot of convincing for me to get rid of her."

Cooler turned back to Frieza, keeping his fingers wrapped up in Bulma's blue locks. "I'm sure there's some kind of trade we can negotiate. This… delectable female thinks she can outwit me," he turned back to Bulma and looked straight into her eyes, "and I will break her."

That answer wasn't good enough for Frieza, though, "I will not just hand her over to-"

Without breaking his gaze with Bulma he answered back, "I will give you 5 Class D planets."

Frieza paused and took a minute for thought before he made a decision, "6, and I will choose which ones I get."

Cooler immediately responded, "Done. And don't worry, brother," he stepped back from Bulma and turned towards Frieza, "she will still perform for my send off, but then she's mine. Oh, and I don't care for your little 'band', I want to see only you performing." He looked at Bulma and smirked maliciously. She hung her head in defeat, unaware that Vegeta was currently on his way back to Frieza's ship.

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Back in the performers chamber, Bulma secluded herself in her room away from the others. She took the capsule her father had given her in hand and examined it for clues or markings.

Well I hope it's not bigger than my room. Here goes nothing.

The capsule hit her bed and when the smoke cleared, she saw a scouter sitting in the middle of her bed. After looking at it for some time, she took her own hidden capsule out of its hiding place and pushed the plunger. The smoke cleared and a variety of tools appeared next to the scouter.

Bulma was in heaven. She had barely been able to work on any of the alien technology she's seen so she welcomed the prospect. The security system was a piece of cake and she had just managed to crack the surveillance system when she felt a familiar energy.

Vegeta?

Silence. There was no way she was just going to sit there, she needed to see him. Jumping to her feet, she cleaned up her room and encapsulated everything except for her tampered scouter. With the scouter she was able to freeze the video feed outside of the chambers so she can move undetected. When she emerged from her room, the others were all getting ready to leave.

"Hey Bulma, we're going to get some food if you want to-" Krillin was completely ignored by Bulma as she walked straight out of the chamber without looking back. She followed the energy signal she was feeling and nearly ran through the empty corridors, desperately looking for him.

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His space pod landed fairly gracefully in the hangar. He chose a hangar that was rarely used so there was no one else around.

Vegeta?

He heard her but didn't respond, he didn't want to be distracted from his mission of killing Frieza. The door on his pod opened with a hiss and he jumped out. He looked back at the space pod and was wondering where he could hide it when he felt Bulma's energy coming closer.

When he turned around, he saw her standing in the entryway for one of the corridors leading out of the hangar. She was panting from running and was staring directly at him.

"Vegeta."

They stood there motionless, just staring at each other, and he couldn't sense anyone else near the hangar.

"Fuck it." He materialized in front of her and took her face in his hands. The electricity between them crackled instantly and he crashed his lips onto hers. She returned his kiss eagerly as his hands roamed over her body. Her hands latched onto the back of his neck and she tried pulling him as close as she could.

I need you.

He pressed her against the wall and nearly tore her clothes off but had to restrain himself since she didn't have another uniform to wear. Sensing his hesitation, she wriggled the bottoms of her uniform off and wrapped her leg around him.

Vegeta was driven into a frenzy as he freed himself from his pants and hoisted her up. She wrapped her other leg around him and he brought her down swiftly, plunging into her. The scars left by the bites that they gave each other started to heat up.

Oh Kami!

Their passionate moans nearly filled the hangar. Bulma dragged her fingernails from the back of his head to his neck drawing blood. Upon smelling his own blood, knowing his mate was the one who caused it, he thrusted faster and harder. He gripped onto the wall with both hands as he used it to support her and dented it in. He was slamming into her relentlessly, for a brief moment, he questioned her frailty.

You make me stronger.

Hearing those words from her sent him over the edge of euphoria. He quickened his pace and felt her tightening around him. With a primal yell, they came together in a wave of ecstasy, their bite marks nearly throbbing.

Panting heavily, Bulma unwrapped her legs from Vegeta's waist and he pulled himself out, earning a final moan from her. He smirked and helped her stand on her own, she was a little wobbly but she managed it. She pulled her pants back up and leaned against the wall. Vegeta looked at her and couldn't help but kiss her gently, but no less passionate.

"Hell of a greeting, maybe I should leave more often."

"Don't you fucking dare." she quickly replied, "We need to get out of here, as soon as possible."

He gave her a questioning look, "What happened while I was away?"

"A lot..."

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