Prompt: Naughty.

WARNING: This does contain MAJOR Adult Content. And please let me know if anything sounds weird. It's so hard trying to "show" emotion without actually showing emotion with these characters XD

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

After her parents retired for the evening, Bulma headed up to her room. Her hand slipped into the pocket of her pants and pulled out the case containing the special capsule for Vegeta. She gave a heavy sigh as she placed the item on her bedside table before moving to the bathroom. She started the shower before stripping out the grimy and sweat smelling clothes she had been working in all day. 'Step one: Smell nice.' Stepping under the hot water, she let the heat relax her stressed muscles and running mind.

She knew that part of their deal was that she wasn't allowed to use her body against him, but it wasn't like that. If he thought he could just run off into space and leave things the way they had ended a week and a half ago then he had another thing coming! She wouldn't be able to survive him being gone for who knew how long if things remained as they were. It was still another year and a half until those androids would supposedly arrive! What if he stayed out there all that time? Leaving her feeling dirty and suddenly unwanted by the alien man. Her teeth clenched together as a growl formed in her throat at these thoughts. That bastard was going to admit that she had gotten to him! Or at least acknowledge that she had become a bit of a distraction.

She finished cleaning, dried, then wrapped the towel around herself. Heading toward the dresser, she opened the top drawer to reveal sets of bras and panties. "Hmm. Something tasteful but eye-catching," she reminded herself. Shifting through all the different sets, her eyes caught sight of red. When had she bought that? Picking up a satin camisole top, she rubbed the fabric between her fingers as she pondered. She couldn't remember ever wearing this. So, if the set-which included a pair of boy shorts-hadn't been worn before, why was it sitting so close to the top? 'Mother.' Shaking her head at the thought, she kept the silky fabric clutched in her hand as she moved back toward the bathroom.

'Step two: look nice.' She sat down at the vanity desk in the far corner of her bathroom. Flipping the lights on and plugging the hairdryer and curler in, she looked herself in the mirror. "Steer clear of makeup and perfumes," she reminded herself once again. So, picking up a hairbrush and the dryer, she began to dry the wet mid-length hair. After drying, she picked up the curling iron and made loose curls at the bottom of the blue strands. "I suppose that's good enough," she sighed. "It's not like these curls are gonna last long if my plans go through."

She stood from her seat, letting the towel slip from her body. She threw on the lingerie, not caring if it tousled the curls. Afterwards, she headed back out into the bedroom and towards the walk-in closet. Choosing a thick sweatshirt, she pulled it on before heading back to the chest of drawers. Opening the second drawer this time, she pulled out a pair of flannel pajama pants to slip on. Before heading out she picked up the capsule case and slid it into the pants' pocket.

She headed downstairs and to the back door that would lead her outside. As she slipped on her shoes and opened the door to go outside, the hatch of the ship opened. Her brows furrowed just a bit as she stepped outside and expected Vegeta to come stalking down the ramp at any minute, but he didn't. That only caused her brows to furrow deeper as she made her towards the ship.

She looked up the ramp as one foot then the other started the ascent, and there was still no visible sign of Vegeta nor was there noise coming from inside. When her feet stepped onto the tiled floor of the GR, the hatch closed behind her-making her jump. A hand covered her chest as she looked around. Spotting the small opening that would take her down below, she took her chances.

Once downstairs she could hear the faint running of water coming from the bathroom. She smirked as she strode across the kitchen/living area and into the small bedroom. Stripping off her camouflage, she threw the pants and sweatshirt off to the side before sitting on the thin floor mattress. Her ankles crossed as she leaned back on her arms.

A few minutes later Vegeta emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His nostrils flared at the intake of her scent. So strong and sweet. Warm and comforting. He blew the breath back out in a snort as he leaned against the rounded frame that led to the bedroom area. His eyes took in the sight of her. Her long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. A pair of tiny, silky looking red shorts covered her bottom half. A sliver of creamy skin was showing between the top of the shorts and the bottom of the raised top. His eyes raked over her perky breasts before sweeping up the slightly tilted neck before meeting her eyes.

"What do you want?" he asked darkly as his arms crossed against his chest and he pushed away from the frame.

She sat up straight and uncrossed her legs, but still kept them extended. A playful smirk turned her lips up even more. "What does it look like?"

He snorted again, trying to get the strong scent of her from invading his senses and sending his blood rushing down. Was she wearing some kind of perfume to lure him in? He wasn't going to put it past her! "You know," he stated matter-of-factly. "If this is some sad attempt…."

Arms reached out to hook her fingers around the edge of his towel. "Of course I know." She wanted to spit, but kept her tone seductive. "And I'm not here to ask you to stay. After all, that was part of the deal, right?"

His feet moved a few steps closer as the towel finally dropped to the floor. A hand cupped her chin and tilted her head up. "Then why?"

"You're seriously going to do this?" she asked as her hands landed on his hips. At his continued silence, she sighed. "There is no motive, Vegeta. I just." Fingertips pressed against hard muscle. "I just want to end things properly." A confused look flashed across his face before quickly disappearing. "The last two nights we were together," she started before stopping again. Her eyes narrowed as she jerked away from his touch. "You broke the rules," she finally let a little bit of anger seep into her words. "Treating me like some damn whore! You wouldn't look at me. You wouldn't kiss me. Even your performance was half-assed!"

The hand that had been cupping her chin, moved to rest on top of her head. His fingers combed through the soft hair. "I never made any such promise to you." Her mouth opened to retort, but her head was jerked back by the fingers that were now twisted through the blue strands. "If I recall correctly, you said you weren't going to be a whore that I could toss around or use for any sick fantasies. To which I replied 'We'll see'."

She gave her harshest glare as her fingers uncurled from their hold on his hips. One set of fingers swept over his hip and over the top of his butt. "I don't give a damn if you promised or not. It's called respect, Vegeta. You do know what that is, right?"

A gentle, tickling touch brushed against the skin near his tail spot. His eyes held hers as a devilish grin spread over his lips. The grip on her hair loosened, letting her head straighten. His hips pushed forward as the feather light touch finally reached the stub. Both feet shuffled forward as a finger twirled around the curled ends of her hair. "You said some time ago that you'd like to taste me."

Her lips brushed against the tip of his erection before she pulled back and rolled her eyes up to look at him. "And I recall saying that I may not offer again."

"Therein lies the problem." His fingers ran back up to cup the back of her head. "You think that just because you have a cute face people will bend to your will, but I won't. Besides, I already told you that I don't give a damn about waiting for your offer."

A smile lit up her features. "You think I'm cute?" the statement came out playful yet curious. The hand at the back of her head pushed her forward, but her eyes stayed trained on his. Her tongue snaked out to lick and swirl around the head of his erection. "I won't tell anyone."

He snorted. "And I'm to believe that when you can't even keep your mouth shut around me?"

She had to refrain her fingers from putting more pressure on the sensitive area they were still languidly petting. With the position she was in, she really couldn't afford to piss him off or make him snap. "Believe me or not," she breathed out. "Have I let slip that we've been fucking?" Her tongue once again slipped out to taste him before her mouth covered him.

A low growl crept up his throat as his fingers tightened their grip on her hair. His hips shifted forward again at the inviting heat she provided. Dark eyes drifted shut as pleasure coursed through his body and the scent of her arousal hit his nostrils again. His free hand moved back to catch her teasing fingers.

Bulma was surprised when he ceased her movements-both hand and head. She blinked heavily when he pulled away from her, but she barely had time to think about it before she was tossed fully on the mattress. Landing on her back, the wind was knocked from her lungs since the mattress barely provided any padding between it and the hard flooring, as her arms were raised beside her head. Luckily her head had landed on a pillow and not on the mattress. Her eyes started to narrow in anger but stopped when a warm hand ran up her leg. She looked down when her knees spread apart and a hand ran down her thigh.

"I'll not play gentle tonight." A finger caressed her cloth-covered wetness before both hands cupped her ass. Lifting her bottom up, the hands easily tugged the silky material from around her hips and whipped it off her legs.

She let out a small gasp as his fingers easily maneuvered back between her thighs. "And wha…." Another gasp crawled out as a digit sank into her wet heat. Her hips involuntarily pushed up as another finger brushed teasingly across her clit. Her fingers wrapped around the edges of the pillow and her teeth sucked in her bottom lip.

A second digit entered her as he leaned down. His free hand moved from her hip to slide under her top. The material being pushed up tantalizingly slow as his hand inched toward her breasts. "And you'll not leave unscathed."

As if to prove his point his head lowered as his hand finally uncovered her breasts. His tongue laved harshly over a taut nipple before biting down and drawing a scream from her. The scream turned into a pant as his tongue once again washed over the area before adding suction. "Vege…." Her hips snapped up as his fingers slipped out of her. Her muddled mind tried to piece together how this man had gotten her so worked up in a matter of minutes. It was supposed to have been her turn to take the reins, or so she had planned.

His mouth switched sides, paying the same amount of torture to the other breast as her body writhed beneath his. All his senses seemed to be running on high tonight due to whatever scent she had bathed in. Tongue and teeth finally moved from her breasts and up to her neck-pushing the top up until her hands grabbed hold of the soft material and threw it away before diving into his hair. The hand that been playing down below skimmed over her stomach and up to a breast as his lower half pushed closer to hers.

His nose pressed against the underside of her jaw as his tongue ran along the skin. Her breathing still heavy and erratic as his hand roughly pawed her breast. His hips nudged forward, seeking her heat, as his other hand dropped back down to hold her hip. A screaming moan ripped from her throat as his hips snapped forward to push inside her.

Her hands trailed down from his hair, to his back, and further down to his butt. He'd always been a rough lover, but he'd never been like this. Usually he'd draw out his teasing touches until she was begging for release, instead of going straight for the kill. Of course she wasn't usually this vocal. She was always consciously aware of her parents sharing the house with her, even if they did live across the expansive compound. There was always that fear of them hearing something, since her voice wasn't exactly light and soft. Or maybe….Her eyes rolled as her hips unconsciously lifted to meet his. "There," she called out as her hands pressed more firmly against his ass.

His hips ground against hers as both hands slipped around to cup her bottom and gave her a small boost. Their eyes quickly locked before their lips finally connected. A low moan crawled up her throat as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of ass to hold her against him, and she instantly responded to the pair of demanding lips before tongues twined together. Her nails raked up his back and into his hair again as their kiss intensified. A shudder ran up her spine as fingers slid from her ass to the back of her thighs. She arched her back and hips before he was pressing her down with his body.

Lips pulled apart as his tongue untangled from hers. He gazed down at hazy blue eyes before leaning back in to brush his lips against her chin and jaw. His breathing was heavier than normal, sending puffs of hot air to blow across her ear. "Let it go," he breathed out before his tongue ran along the shell of her ear.

Her hands moved down to press her nails into his shoulders. Her body shuddered and toes curled as his name fell from her lips and her mind became clouded with bliss. So wrapped up in the intense orgasm she was experiencing, she barely heard the growling groan that slipped from his throat. The feel of his twitching member sent another wave of endorphins through her system before she could take a steadying breath. The crushing weight of his body descended upon hers for a brief second before he pushed and rolled onto his back beside her.

Her feet and toes pointed down as they stretched along with her legs. Her hands raised above her head and a small noise escaped her throat. The man beside her lay silently as a prone arm rested against his stomach. She gave him a quick glance before her nose wrinkled as she felt gravity start taking it's course. She pushed herself from the thinly cushioned mattress and padded to the bathroom without giving him a second glance.

Vegeta let out a sigh as his eyes blinked and stayed closed for a brief moment. What the hell was that woman thinking? Coming here and smelling like that. He once again blew the scent from his nostrils. He wasn't going to hold himself accountable for any damage he did to her because of his hormones being riled up. Another thought that ran across the forefront of his mind was why was she here? So maybe he had been expecting a visit from her for quite some time, but he hadn't planned on it being like this. He had figured there was going to be plenty of yelling and cussing, throwing insults, and one of them storming away. Instead….His thoughts pulled away as the intoxicating woman stepped back into the room and lay down on the mattress.

Bulma lowered herself and lay on her stomach. Her elbows rested against the mattress as a fisted hand supported her head. "I'm ready for round two." Her eyes flicked downwards before drawing back to his face. "Would you like some help?" A hand placed itself over his-which still rested on his stomach.

"Why are you doing this?" The question repeated in his mind and he had to know. If the woman thought this was a game, or if it was some ploy of hers to get him into some sort relationship it wasn't going to work. He had seen the way she had acted around that scar-faced human. The way she always lured him in with false innocence only to rope him along until she got what she wanted. Then she'd claim to catch him cheating or talking to another girl and get mad at him. Yet, in the end, the fool always came crawling back for more.

She gave him a confused look. "I already told you there is no ulterior motive for me being here." She took a heavy breath as she rolled onto her side to fully face him. "I know you need to leave so you can concentrate on obtaining your goal, I get it."

His eyes narrowed at the way she said 'concentrate', but he let it slide. "You humans like to develop attachments to things," he started, stopping her from trying to explain what he already knew. He watched as her brows creased and her playful smile dropped into a slight frown. "I saw how you and…"

"Yamcha," she interjected, her hand pulling away from his as she propped herself into a sitting position. "What does my relationship with Yamcha have to do with this?"

Vegeta pushed himself up as well. "Exactly that: relationship," he spat. "I won't have…"

Bulma sat up on her knees, a finger pointing into his chest. "The only relationship I have with you is us fucking, okay? I told you that from that beginning, and things haven't changed." She removed her finger and sat back on her haunches. "My relationship with Yamcha was nothing like this." The furrowing of his brows brought a smile back to her face. "We were dating on and off for nearly a decade, and things between us were always sort of strained."

He let out an exhausted sigh as his eyebrows relaxed. "I won't have you going around bitching about me like you did with that idiot."

"And who would I bitch to?" she asked with a small smile. "Maybe if you're lucky I'll explode from not bitching by the time you get back," she teased as she moved closer to him. "Of course." A hand landed on his shoulder as she went to straddle his lap. "If I haven't, our deal still stands, right?"

His lip twitched as a hand moved back to press their lower halves together as her hips rocked over his. "So long as the rules don't change," he agreed in a husky tone.

~S~

After a few more rounds of satiating their bodies and getting cleaned up, Bulma started redressing as Vegeta lay back on the mattress. His hands rested behind his head as he watched her pull on the clothes. When she picked up the pants, she stopped and reached into the pocket. The smile on her face only grew before she shot him a quick glance and tossed the case at him.

"I can't believe I almost forgot about that," she muttered as she pulled on the pajama pants.

Vegeta caught the case on instinct before sitting up. He eyed the object curiously before looking back over at Bulma. "What's this?"

Her smile turned into a smirk as she re-approached the mattress. "I figured you might need some new armor. Your old set was pretty beat up, wasn't it? Dad and I were both quite surprised that you haven't demanded something new yet."

He tuned out her chatter as he opened the case to find the capsule labeled as 'Vegeta's'. "How long ago did you make them?" he questioned while snapping the case closed.

"When dad told me you were leaving three days ago." Her pride swelled as he raised an eyebrow. A hand rested on his shoulder, making his eyes turn up to hers. "Oh, and I had to sneak into your room to get the old set so I could study it."

"Conniving bitch."

"Arrogant bastard," she retorted without even thinking. The hand on his shoulder removed itself as she stood back up. She made it to the doorway before having to stop and turn around again. "Just go easy on those suits, okay?" A hand landed softly on the doorframe as she turned toward him. "I only made five, and they're all just prototypes, so I'm not sure how well they'll hold up." She started to turn and leave again before stopping herself once more. "Oh." She headed back over to the mattress. "I just wanted to say: be careful out there." A hand combed lightly over his spiked hair before she bent down to kiss his cheek. "I know it's a lot to ask…"

His right hand raised to grab the back of her neck, holding her in place, as he gave her a deep kiss and effectively shut her up. He pulled back when her arms started to wrap around his neck and her body began to lower. "Still don't know when to just shut up and leave, do you?" A smirk ghosted over his lips before disappearing.

"If I did, I wouldn't be here." She straightened herself before giving him one final look before turning to leave.

A heavy breath blew past his lips when she was finally gone. His eyes looked down at the case still in his hands as he re-opened it. Fresh suits to wear, ones that hadn't been sent to hell and back. He didn't stop the curious itch of his hand as he pulled the capsule out and clicked the top before tossing it to the ground. A trunk appeared through the waning smoke and he stood from the bed.

When he opened the trunk he was surprised to find that the armor inside had been slightly modified from the original. He picked a chest piece up by the golden strap and was once again surprised to find the material even lighter than Frieza's. He should've went to her years ago and demanded new armor, but his mind had been so preoccupied with training and keeping her away from him that he hadn't even thought about it.

He shrugged the thought away as he inspected each piece to make sure they were properly made. Fitting each set over his body, he was astonished at how snug and comfortable they fit against skin. A smirk tugged the corner of his lip up as he felt the blood rush through his body at the prospect of fighting again, only to have it all pump downward as he looked down into the trunk. Bending down to retrieve the photo, his immediate thought was to destroy it. A rush of warmth traveled from his chest and to his arm that held the item, but as he examined the contents, thought better of it.

He moved the picture closer, his eyes catching the winking face before moving lower. He recalled the red material was what she had been wearing earlier. Except that wasn't what caught his attention. No, the material was just there to tease him as it showed off the tops of her rounded breasts, but hid the pert nipples from his view.

Discarding the armor with the sweep of an expert hand, he walked over to the closet and opened it to find his old set of armor. Giving one last quick look at provocative photo before it setting it down, he turned his back on it to retrieve the new armor and store it away until he needed it.