A/N: Sorry I've been slow to update. Some writers block. Also, LEMON alert. I didn't tone it down as much, left the M rated language, so be forewarned. Let me know what you think!

Once Bulma had healed, Vegeta never let her sleep alone again and would barely let her leave the compound without him. It wasn't long after that incident that they become closer, much closer than just "pack mates." They'd had their first kiss only a few nights before Litha arrived, the night Bulma decided to ask him about the attack. In a very un-Vegeta like moment, he opened up.

"You fell to the floor and I brought you back here." He answered her in a matter of fact voice.

"But why did you threaten Yamcha, what was all that growling about?" She pressed, knowing he might give in this time. Vegeta's eyes narrowed at the sound of that weakling's name.

"He didn't respect you, he didn't protect you." He started, "I stopped that human, I brought you here, to safety, I was the one covered in your blood, and I could feel you slipping away. Where was he, with some other female? He doesn't deserve to be in the same room as you." Bulma could feel the fury and pain in his voice. She was shocked by his words and how much her injury had wounded him too. She moved closer to him, closer than they already were, and leaned in to kiss him. She could feel his body tense as they made contact. He was surprised by her actions. Vegeta broke away from the kiss, leaning back from her as he looked at the blue-haired woman. Her sapphire eyes burned into his own onyx eyes, he was not sure how to respond. He looked down at her, her expression one of admiration and affection. He wanted this, though he didn't realize it until this moment. Before Bulma could regret her actions, Vegeta leaned in to return her kiss.

Bulma looked at the Saiyan Prince lying next to her. She rubbed her nose against his cheek and smiled at her memories of the previous night, their first night making love. She looked to the clock next to her bed. She had at least another hour before she had to get up and start getting things ready for her friends to arrive.

She embedded a kiss onto the lips of her sleeping Prince and pressed her still naked body into him. Without opening his eyes, he returned the indulgence by kissing her back and drawing her in closer. He took a deep breath in and released the air with a growl. He could smell her arousal and was happy to please her. Vegeta repositioned Bulma so her back was against his chest and they lay next to each other on the bed. He began kissing her neck, trailing up to her hairline, where he took in another deep breath of her scent.

Bulma leaned her body into the man behind her and arched her back towards him, pressing her ass into his hips. Vegeta's hands found their way around her sides, moving across the contours of her body, feeling every smooth shape she had to offer. Bulma could feel his erect sex between her legs, hard and wanting of her. His mouth found her shoulder; the small scar from where she had been attacked was just visible. He kissed the spot tenderly, running his hands down the sides of her body, finding their way between her legs.

Bulma gasped when she felt his fingers enter her. Vegeta opened his mouth, pressing his teeth to her shoulder, his mouth watered in response to the sounds she was making. His instincts told him to bite down, but he resisted the urge. As Bulma groaned and writhed under his influences, she whispered to him, "Please, my Prince. I want you." Her use of his title in adoration and wanting was too much for him to handle. Vegeta adjusted her body, removed his fingers and allowed himself to enter his aqua-haired woman. He felt her whole body shutter with the force, begging him to continue. Bulma let out a deep moan in pleasure. She pressed herself back onto him, silently asking for more.

Vegeta continued driving himself into her body, growling as he felt her quake with every thrust; his hands found her hips and grabbed, allowing for a deeper and more satisfying penetration. He moved his face back to her shoulder, still resisting the urge to bite, and kissed her again. He could feel her insides trembling as she moved towards climax. He was not far behind. Vegeta moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, grabbing hold as her orgasm took over her body, pressing the delicate woman against his rigid chest. She moaned, lost in her pleasures as he reached his own climax, releasing his seed deep within her.

Litha and Piccolo flew towards Bulma's house. They had opted for the old fashioned method of travel, not particularly enjoying travel via instant transmission. Litha loved the feel of the earth's air brushing past her warm skin; she let her hair flow behind her, feeling truly free. Piccolo watched the smile she couldn't prevent move across her face; he admired the way she moved through the air, like she was truly free. She had nothing to worry about on this planet and was unable to hide her happiness from him. He felt more at ease with this woman that he'd ever felt before in his life.

After they had been flying for a moment, Piccolo spoke up.

"What happened back there with you and Goku?" He asked, "Goku is certainly no Vegeta when it comes to training, but I have never seen him decided to take a day off on a whim like that." He was curious by their behavior. They had only been in the trance for a short time before Goku opened his eyes to announce they had the day off. He studied both their faces closely while they were under, watching for any sign of emotion, but received nothing.

Litha knew what he was trying to do, and was uncomfortable telling him too much information about her and her brother.

"We shared a memory. It was of the last time I saw him, before he was sent here." Her withdrawn attitude and short responses told him he had pressed enough. Whatever they had seen appeared to have brought Goku some kind of gratification, but served to distress Litha. She powered up to move ahead of the Namek, wanting to feel the sun and air against her skin, to enjoy this new planet and to forget about her lost home. But as she powered up, she felt a slight dip in her Ki. Piccolo felt it too.

"Are you ok?" He asked. She looked towards him and smiled.

"I guess that bit you got back last night just caught up with me. I think I need to stop for a moment. I need something to drink." She looked down and found a river. Without a word she shot down to the location, landing gracefully at the water's edge. As Piccolo landed, she splashed some water in her face, enjoying the cold sensation kissing her skin, then took a deep, long drink, allowing the cool refreshing feeling to recharge her.

Piccolo landed behind her and approached the Saiyan woman. "You need to feed, don't you?" He asked. Litha looked at her green counterpart and smiled.

"Well if you're offering, I guess I am a bit hungry." Her tail playfully swaying behind her. She walked towards the Namek, swinging her hips like she did the last time she was at Capsule Corp., enticing him to follow her form as she moved close to him.

"I'm only offering because there will be a lot of humans there and I don't want you snacking on food that cannot fill you up." He kept his stoic appearance but his words had a sarcastic tone and came as a challenge to her. She smiled; he was acting like such a Saiyan, taunting her.

"And I suppose you can fill me up?" She flashed him a provocative smile, challenging him back. She didn't think he really understood the game she was playing , if he had been a Saiyan, he would. But she pushed anyways. He might not know what he was doing, but she did, and it was turning her on, making her hungry.

Piccolo watched as the female walked towards him, slowly sliding her clothing past her shoulders, her chest, her waist, and to the floor. For the first time since he met her, he could see her whole figure in the bright noonday sunlight. She was a stunning creature. Her muscles were tone, her skin soft and pale, with some light scars delicately scattered across her body. Her hair moved lightly with the breeze, caressing her form, framing her beautiful face, and her tail danced back and forth, giving away her emotions. Immediately he longed to touch her, to move his hands across her soft scarred skin, to know every story that belonged to each mark.

She walked up to him and with speed and grace knocked him to the floor. He had unknowingly challenged her and this time she was to take the dominate position, showing him she could take what she wanted, exercising her dominance over him. She jumped on top of the Namek, digging her nails into his chest, licking at his neck. He though she was acting a bit feral, but Piccolo was entranced with her wild display of authority. He knew he was vastly more powerful than her, but this trivial struggle left her excited, and he didn't mind. He didn't just want to keep her from attacking a human; he wanted her all to himself.

He pushed up towards her, playfully trying to release himself from her grasp, but she pushed back and held firm, keeping him pinned to the earth. His small rebellion only causing her to become more aroused; he was fighting back and she loved it. She leaned close to him, keeping her lips just close enough that he could kiss her if he pushed up.

"Oh feisty…" She whispered to her prisoner, a smiled gracing her face. She leaned down his neck, breathing in his scent, "Remove your clothing Namek, I have claimed you in this battle and will take you as my prize." Her eyes began to glow green again. Piccolo noticed for the first time that they were the same green color as Goku's when he turned Super Saiyan. He was mesmerized and confused, wondering, for just a second, if there was some kind of link there. She allowed him to sit up and remove his gear, but as soon as he was done she moved back into his space, pressing her nose into the area between his shoulder and neck, allowing her nose to trace his jawline.

Slowly Litha pressed her weight into his frame. Piccolo allowed her to pushed him back to the grass and she positioned herself above him. "Today," She growled in his ear, her whole body pressed against his, "You are mine." She lowered her warmth onto her conquest. Piccolo let out a gasp and closed his eyes in his longings.