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Chapter 12: None the Wiser

"We have news for you sire."

"...And? Spit it out Yogurt, I don't have all day." The white and purple alien groaned, swirling a deep red liquid around inside it's goblet, looking downright bored.

"It's Y-Yogar sir, and Y-Yes Lord Frieza. It's Prince Vegeta Sir, he survived the destruction of planet Vegeta." Yogar stuttered out. This was the first time he had ever spoken to the lizard lord personally and he was shaking in his boots.

The purple lizard's eyes widened and he looked into the viewing screen. "Excuse me? Are you sure? That planet was obliterated, I saw to it myself. How could he have survived?"

"W-Well, he must not have been on the planet at the time my lord." Yogar replied.

"And how do you know this? You better not be wasting my time Yogurt." Frieza snapped.

Yogar shook his head and flailed his arms furiously. "O-Of course not lord Frieza." He ignored the mispronunciation of his name in favor of keeping his life. "He was seen at PTO base 375 no more than an hour ago. Our soldiers responded to a robbery in progress to find the Prince himself there. He killed both officers and escaped but their scouters were intact. We were able to identify him through the video footage."

Frieza narrowed his eyes before smiling at Yogar. "I see. Thank you for notifying me of this turn of events. It is much appreciated."

Yogar smiled smugly, glad he was able to please his lord and commander. "I live to serve you sir."

Frieza's smile quickly turned deadly. "That's what I like to hear. However, you failed in your duty as you let that monkey escape with his head intact. For that you will serve me by paying with your life." He then looked behind Yogar to an officer standing behind him. Yogar followed the lizard's gaze and saw his comrade start to walk forward a few steps. "No my lord, please! We didn't know it was him until after he left and we found the scouter. There wasn't any way we could have..." Yogar didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as a ki beam went straight through his chest and destroyed the video monitor.

Frieza chuckled and took a sip of his wine. "Well at least we have one less incompetent bastard in my ranks. Zarbon! Come here." He snapped.

The one called Zarbon quickly walked towards the lizard's throne. "Yes lord Frieza." He knelt and lowered his head.

"It appears we have one more Monkey to take care of. Our dear Prince Vegeta still lives. You will take care of that for me won't you?"

The teal skinned alien looked up in surprise at his masters word but it soon turned into determination. "Yes, of course my lord. I won't rest until Vegeta is destroyed."

Frieza licked his lower lip and smirked at his lackey. "That's what I like to hear. Keep me apprised of your progress."

"Yes sir." Zarbon nodded as he got up and quickly strode out of the throne room.

As the ship resumed it's course, Vegeta sat in the captains chair staring at the view screen into the empty expanse of space. He was hoping against all hope that Frieza's men wouldn't come after them. In his haste to protect Bulma and leave as quickly as possible, he wasn't as careful as he could've been. He was well aware that any attack on them from Frieza's forces would be his fault. He knew they would be coming though. His gut told him that. He wasn't looking forward to their eventual encounter, but thankfully with Bulma repairing the training room he could be better prepared.

Speaking of the blue haired woman, Vegeta decided to pay her a visit and check on her progress. He got up and left the bridge without a word.

Turles looked over to Goku after their King's departure. "What's up with Vegeta?"

"I dunno. He does seem awfully quiet though." Goku replied.

Vegeta's steps soon led him to the door of the training room. He could hear the clanking of tools and the quiet murmurings of his woman. His woman, when did he start thinking of her as such. Has his conscious mind caught up to his inner, more primal urges?

He walked through the door to see her sitting on the floor fitting copper over some electrical wiring. It didn't take long for their eyes to meet.

"Oh hey Vegeta, what's up?"

His lips turned up in an almost imperceptible smirk. Seeing her in some capsule corp coveralls, her sleeves rolled up and her hair pulled up in a bun that was slowly falling out. Seeing her in her element always seemed to get his heart to beat faster.

"Making progress? I'd like to start training today."

Bulma looked around her at all the wiring surrounding the control panel that had yet to be installed and looked back to Vegeta who was standing a few feet away looking at her strangely.

"A little. I could have it done by tonight at the earliest."

His smirk left his face as he closed the gap between them. "Not good enough. I need it done in two hours." His tone was stern, but not angry in the slightest.

Bulma gestured to the mess around her. "Does it look like I can get this done in two hours? If you want it done right, the earliest I can do it is tonight, and that's if I work non stop!"

Vegeta grabbed Bulma's arm and studied her wrist, a dark bruise had formed in the shape of fingers. Bulma flinched as he gently touched it.

"You're injured."

She looked up at him in surprise, not quite sure what to say but for some reason she didn't want to look weak in front of him.

"It's not bad, just a bruise."

Vegeta continued his assessment of her wrist, watching her face contort in pain as he manipulated it. "It's not just a bruise, you've sprained it."

"Well, it doesn't hurt that bad." Bulma fibbed, trying to go back to her work, but Vegeta held onto her wrist firmly but not so hard that it would cause more harm.

"Liar." Vegeta bent down to eye level with her, their faces inches apart. "Did that disgusting alien do this to you?"

Bulma looked down at the floor, not wanting to meet his intense gaze. "I-I think so. It must have been when that creep grabbed me."

A low growl came from the back of Vegeta's throat. "If you wouldn't have run off I could've protected you."

Bulma's intake of breath was audible as she narrowed her eyes on the Saiyan. "Well, everything turned out fine didn't it? We got the parts and got out unscathed. a sprained wrist isn't that big of a deal. And I don't need protecting, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. She retorted. She was tired of appearing weak in front of him and the others. She wanted to prove her worth as a member of this team. Why it bothered her what Vegeta thought of her she didn't know, but it did. A lot.

"What happened today tells me otherwise. We'll need to resume your training once this heals." He shot back, though again, not with malice, more like just stating a fact.

Her allure was magnified in his eyes when he saw her trying to prove her strength to him. The longer he was in her presence the more he wanted her body, the temptation was getting intense, it took all the will power he had not to pin her to the floor.

"There's a chance we may have some company on this journey, and with your injury, it's slowing down your work. I...we...need you to complete this mission." Did he really just say that? When had he admitted that he needed anyone?! Damn this woman was making him soft.

"You, you need me?" Bulma questioned, but as that registered, so did the other part of his sentence. "Wait, did you say we may have company? What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing to worry about right now. We need to treat your injury before you can resume work." He still held her wrist in his hand, his eyes suddenly alight with a fiery intensity she hadn't seen before. If she didn't know him better, she'd be a bit afraid.

"I don't need to worry about it? What are you talk..." Before she could finish her sentence, Vegeta's lips brushed against her wrist ever so slightly, and if Bulma didn't know any better she could've swore she heard him purr.

"Veget.."

"Woman. Having you on this mission is...Hard. It's, what would you humans say? A double edged soord-?"

"Sword." Bulma corrected.

His eyes narrowed at her interrupting him.

"Whatever. You're technical abilities are useful, however in everything else you are a liability and a...distraction. A distraction I can no longer ignore."

In this moment, seeing her trying to prove her strength to him, even though she has none, and knowing that were he not the amazing fighter and tactician that he is, he could have lost her today, he finally relented to his inner self. This woman, this human woman is his mate, the one who will some day rule Vegetasei by his side. He had to have her, to lay claim to her, to show her what it feels like to pleasured by a King.

Bulmas face wrinkled in confusion. but before she could retort, Vegeta let go of her wrist and grabbed the back of her head, smashing their lips together.

Her shock soon turned into lust as she returned the fiery kiss, grabbing onto the breast plate of his armor to keep herself steady.

His lips were softer than she remembered, and as he lightly bit down and tugged on her lower lip, her mouth opened enough for him to slip his tongue inside.

She tasted heavenly. Better than the first time, Vegeta thought to himself. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, he had to touch every inch of her body, claim it, make it his. He had never felt like this before, these feelings that were coming from his deepest being were flooding out of him. Usually when he was with a woman, it was just for a release, he didn't look them in the eye and preferred they not even face him. But here, with her, his mate, he wanted nothing more than to hear her mewl with pleasure under his touch, and he was already starting to elicit some wonderful responses out of his blue haired vixen.

Both breathing heavily, not from exertion but rather excitement, Vegeta gingerly lifted Bulma into his arms, her legs wrapping around his trim waist and proceeded to a nearby table that was set up, pushing all the equipment and paperwork to the floor in one clean sweep. Their lips never left eachother, until Bulma heard the equipment crash to the floor.

"Vegeta, what the hell? We don't need anything else breaking around here-umph!" She was dropped onto the table and her lips were once again consumed by the King of all Saiyans.

"Shut up so I can fuck you woman." He growled out between devouring her plump mouth.

Bulma moaned at hearing his vulgar words and feeling him begin to remove her coveralls. In no time they were discarded in a heap on the ground leaving her tight fitted shirt and black panties.

Vegeta smirked at the fact she was wearing so little beneath her work uniform. What a wicked woman.

He laid her down flat on the table and ripped her shirt open, taking her bra with it as well, taking no time to get his hands on those perfect breasts.

"Mmm, Vegeta." Bulma cooed. "Not Fair..." she whined as he took a nipple into his mouth. He stopped his ministrations and looked up to her with an eyebrow raised.

"Too many clothes...I don't want to be the only one naked here." She said breathlessly.

"All in good time." He smirked as he continued lavishing attention on her breasts. With the amount of pleasure she was feeling, she soon found that she didn't care. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he licked and sucked on her nipple, massaging the other with his thumb. She could hear him purr as she began tugging on his thick locks that were so much softer than she thought they'd be.

Vegeta was completely engrossed in her body, the feel of it, what it was doing to him, he was dead to the world, the only thing that mattered in that moment was their pleasure. So he didn't notice the energy of two people making their way to the training room as he made his way down her body, stopping between her milky thighs.

"He's been in there a long time now, I hope they aren't arguing again." Goku said as he reached the door.

Turles could smell the arousal from out in the corridor and immediately knew what was happening, but before he could say anything Goku pressed the panel on the side of the door and immediately Vegeta heard the mechanisms engage. He took Bulma into his arms, despite her protests about him stopping their fun, and rushed to the door. in seconds the doors were busted and laying in the corridor and all Turles and Goku saw was a blur and felt a rush of wind.

Goku looked into the training room and saw equipment, clothes and wiring strewn about the floor.

"Are those Bulma's clothes?"

"Kakarot, you're a fucking idiot. How are you a mated male and not figuring out what's happening right now." Turles said shaking his head in amusement.

"Oooooh. Hahaha, I guess it just didn't occur to me." Goku laughed scratching his head out of nervousness, realizing his mistake.

"Well, if I were you I'd stay out of Vegeta's way for a while. Unless you want the beating of a lifetime."

"You're probably right." Goku chuckled, the pair deciding to go to the common area for a while and relax.

Bulma soon found herself on a bed in what she assumed was Vegeta's cabin. His bare muscular back in her view as he made sure the door was thoroughly locked.

"Damn that Kakarot. I'll kill him." She could hear him mutter.

Bulma chuckled at her ornery lover and was also surprised he got some of his armor off so quickly. He turned around to find her sitting up in his bed, only in her panties, gesturing for him to come over.

"Goku can wait. Didn't you say you were going to fuck me? Well, what are you waiting for? We have some unfinished business."

One second Vegeta was standing by the door, the next he was on top of her once more, bracing himself with a forearm on either side of her, making sure to be careful of her sprained wrist, kissing licking and sucking every inch of her body, Relishing in the feeling of her skin and taking in her unique scent that only drove him more crazy with need.

The moment she felt his touch, it felt like electricity shot right through her. Her whole body was on fire for him and she felt herself get wetter by the second. Though she had never been with another man, she had a feeling nothing would ever feel like being with Vegeta would. Just fooling around with Yamcha couldn't even compare.

She started running her hands over his chiseled muscular physique, loving how surprisingly soft his skin felt over the hardness of his muscles. He smelled of unnamed spices and masculinity, she savored the aroma with each breath.

Vegeta resumed his position, taking a nipple in his mouth once more and languidly licking and sucking it while Bulma brought her hands to his head once more and threaded her fingers through his thick hair.

With his hand, he started rolling her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hearing Bulma hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure, he smirked against her skin, tickling her in the process.

Bulma could feel him chuckle against her skin, and thought that in that moment, she had never heard anything so beautiful, masculine and sexy at the same time. Somehow his dark chuckle turned her on even more than she already was.

In the midst of her pleasure Bulma closed her eyes, and didn't notice Vegeta slowly moving down her body until he was sitting between her thighs. Once his weight was off of her, she opened her cerulean orbs to see him admiring her womanhood. He made a grunt of what seemed like approval before their eyes met.

"Tsk. Woman, you're soaked." His lust laden voice sending shivers down her spine. He took a finger and gently ran it up her folds, collecting her essence on his finger. He took one look at it and then licked his finger clean. All Bulma could do is moan in response. Vegeta groaned at the taste of her and wasted no time lowering himself to her center, draping her legs over his shoulders.

"V-Vegeta." Bulma breathed out in surprise and a little embarrassment. Sure, she'd had dreams of Yamcha doing this to her, but she also didn't expect it to ever happen, and especially to have Vegeta be the one with his head between her legs.

Then it happened. His tongue. It quickly licked up the length of her, causing Bulma's breath to hitch, then it quickly changed to a moan as he quickened his pace. The only sounds in the room were Bulma's voice and his tongue making contact with her center. He soon inserted one of his fingers while he sucked on her bud, causing her to moan out his name in reply. Every thrust of his finger and lick of his tongue was driving her towards her end faster then she had ever experienced.

Bulma began bucking her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers, of which there were now two, dipping in and out of her in increasing speeds.

"Cum for me, Bulma." He rasped her name. between licks and sucks. "Cum for the King of Saiyans."

Hearing him say her actual name, not 'woman', or 'hey you', she lost it. Her walls contracted around his fingers and she yelled out in pleasure, convulsing on the bed. Vegeta kept going until he saw her come down from her orgasmic high.

He smirked down at the aftermath of pleasure he caused, his member twitching at the sight and for what was to come. Her hair flayed all around the pillow, her cheeks pink, eyes half lidded in lust, it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

Bulma met his heated gaze and smiled lazily at him. "That. Was. Amazing."

"Of course it was woman. But we're not done yet." He praised himself.

Bulma scoffed at his egotism, but before she could get a word in she felt herself being filled to the brim and gasped out in surprise. Vegeta stilled for a second, enjoying the feeling of her tightness around his cock, before he slid back out and drove in again, a hand on each of her knees, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust.

Bulma's view was just as good. a broad muscular chest tapering into slim hips with a delicious v shape leading to the very thing plowing into her at the moment. He could probably have any woman in the galaxy if he wanted, but in this moment he chose her, which caused her chest to tighten.

Vegeta's pace increased as his end was nearing, he lowered himself down and leaned over his fiery female, moving to the side of her head and grabbing her ear lobe with his teeth, tugging on it.

It only took two more powerful thrusts before they both came undone. Vegeta spilling his seed inside her, oblivious to his actions, muttered "Mine." as he collapsed beside her on the bed.

Bulma heard it though, and turned her head to see Vegeta's profile, his eyes closed as his face was toward the ceiling.

"Did you just say something?" She inquired.

He opened one eye and turned his head a little in her direction but didn't answer her. He just smirked at at her exhausted state. "Rest woman. This is only the beginning."

EEEEEK! I'm so excited I got to write this chapter! I hope you like it, and I'll make sure and update more frequently. ;)