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Bulma leaned over the sofa as his hands made quick work of her panties, her yellow dress push up to her breast. His fingers slid up her calves to her thighs and found their way to her sweet spot. His right hand entered and retreated from her, thrusting his two fingers deep inside of her. His left stroked her clit and played within her folds. She moaned with pleaser as he made one last attempt with his fingers pulling them out softly. His free hand flew up to her hair, whipping her around, she knew what to do.

Bulma grasped at his pants removing them from his body as he began to stroke his member, who was ready and waiting. She quickly replaced his hand with her mouth, sucking and licking her way up and down on his hard cock. His hips began to rock in unison with her mouth thrusting deep inside her throat. She gagged for a moment but made no attempt to remove him. He let out a grunt of desire, as she sucked harder. She pulled away to for him.. She leaned back opening her legs, begging for him to enter, he did not hesitate. Her back was to his chest as he plunged his thick member into her, as she cried out in glorious pain.

He rocked his hips back and forth making sure to fill all of her. Leaning over to suck her nipple as his hands rested upon her bottom. She wiggled under his body, her hand grasping the only thing it could, his thick black hair. He plunged deeper and deeper inside of her, until her body could handle no more, then he retreated. Quickly he grabbed at her small waist as he began to straighten his back, forcing her down on his erect friend. He pushed her down and pulled her back up, and then he repeated. She gave willingly to being taken over by his strong hands. She rocked back and forth as he forced her down and up again, the acted caused the two to moan in unison at their actions.

Bulma lifted just enough to adjust her position, she turned to face her lover, his eyes looking at her with longing, he wanted more. He had missed her body, and she missed his. Dropping down she slammed onto his member, now she was in control. She pulled and pushed her way to their satisfaction. Her breasted bounced in their disheveled mess, one freely moving the other still in the restraints of the dress. Bulma rocked to and fro feeling his body tense and her walls tighten, they had reached it. Forcefully, not to lose a second she drove him inside of her.

He called out with glory as he released everything he had, everything he'd ever be, there inside of her. Vegeta's teeth bit into her soft shoulder, the taste of blood trickling over his teeth. She screamed in unison as she locked around him, unwilling to surrender any sweet juice he offered her, her nails dug into his upper arms. She collapsed her head onto his shoulder, as they both breathed heavy in the night's air.

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Vegeta opened his eyes to find himself alone, in his spaceship, his body pleading for the one he had dreamt off, the release he desired. It was all just a dream. This was a pleasing turn of events, every other night had dreams filled with death, of her by the androids hands. She still called out to him every night just before the android rammed his hand through her chest. He had finally accepted the woman in his nightmare to be his own.

He stood stretching out his tired muscles. He had been in space for some time now; it was hard to keep track of time when all you see is night. His routine in space was eating when hungry, sleep when tired, training all other times. He had to become a Super Saiyan, he just had too. There was far more riding on his transformation now than ever. His body was still telling him it wanted something, but he felt a cold shower was all he needed. Vegeta had to clear his mind of that woman if he intended to advance. That was one reason he had left.

Exiting his shower he glared at himself in the mirror, trying to imagine himself with blonde hair and teal eyes, he laughed at the thought. He looked over his body, studying the scars that once lead to bad memories, now those memories seemed to have faded and all he could do was remember her touch upon them. Shaking his head he realized he was pelage with this woman, she had become a disease to him, and she haunted this very ship with her scent, her touch, and her beauty.

"The gravity generator doesn't seem to be enough for me anymore. I must devise a new plan." Vegeta said to himself as he watched the stars fly by. He slowed the ship as he advanced onto a dead world that was being bombarded by meteorites. He had no desire to find inhabited planets, for he desired not to be reminded of his past and his actions. He wasn't ashamed of his actions before, they offered him life, but now he had new priorities, and terrorizing people would not gain him his deepest desire.

He maneuvered his ship to land upon a rocky cliff. The world was truly dead, no life could be found, not even an amoeba. Yet, the atmosphere was breathable, oxygen based. Not as heavily penetrated as Earths, but enough to allow labored breathing, which only added to his endurance training.

He exited the ship, as he watched the meteors crash into the planet. He hadn't been able to really use an energy blast in a long time; he missed the sensation of them, power exiting his palms filling the sky with his blue hue. He began blasting into the air, not holding back. The meteors began to shatter and fall into small piece upon the planet at his feet.

He did not fear destroying the dead world, he feared nothing. All he had was the vastness of space as his playground, he was the most powerful thing in the universe, and this he was certain. Once he achieved this birth right, nothing would scare him, nothing would cause him pain again, and the worlds before him would lay down in pure fright at the mention of his name. Vegeta Prince of all Saiyan's most powerful being in the Universe. He laughed at the title, he had dreamt of nothing but power since he as a small child. He knew he'd become a Super Saiyan like his father told him. It was just a matter of will, how far could he push himself. How deep would he have to dive to birth this hidden power? He knew not, but he was willing to do anything for it, anything.

The sky turned dark as a storm rolled in. Lighting crashed all about, striking centimeters from Vegeta, yet he did not flinch. The storm soothed his soul. Inside he felt like the sky, ripping open at the seams, crashing power upon power that still seemed to be bottled up. He was tormented by his own in ability, his lack of accomplishment. The outward manifestation of his soul cried out with thunder as he did with his own voice, screaming at the sky.

Vegeta kept blasting away at the falling rocks, trying to do anything to spark that one last thing, that step that he could not reach. His mind began to run with the fear, the thought that he had reached his limit. He was no longer able to go further. The thought angered him so, as his attack on the rocks became more furious, more deathly. He cared not for himself at this point, his only goal was to protect his ship, as it was his only way home. His game of rock crushing soothed him momentarily as his mind freed from his own inabilities. He could see his strength, he could feel his power, yet still nothing was enough.

A large meteor half the size of the planet came tumbling down upon his head, he had to fight it off, unless he wished death. He was tired, drained of all his power. He was frustrated, angered, and hating himself. How could he protect his life, and all the parts that came with it, if he could not even destroy the meteor?

He pushed himself to his limits; he had nothing left to give as the rock broke up, but still took him with it. He plummeted to the grown below him, he was empty of everything. He didn't care any longer. Defeating Kakarot, there was no point, saving his ship; it was probably already gone, saving himself, no luck, seeing his family, no chance. He gave up, he was finished. He called out to the sky with his impending doom falling down upon him, and then it happened. He had finally let go.

A surge of power ran through his body, he could feel each cell in his being swell with something. A golden glow engulfed him. His mind freed itself from the torment of his own soul. His mind was blank as the great energy over took him. He was revived. His energy had returned, 1000 fold and he could feel his own power thriving through his veins. He called out with glory, expelling his energy that filled the sky and disintegrated every meteor above him.

Vegeta stood in the raining and falling dust basking in his own glow. Had he really done it? Had he truly transformed into a Super Saiyan? He turned his head to the wet ground, gazing upon a small puddle, he watched himself glowing, radiating with pure energy. His eyes solid teal, his hair gold and waving in the wind, his normal blue aura changed to a glistening gold. He laughed, he laughed his evil laugh, so at his own struggle to his achievement. He felt so light, so powerful. He achieved his dream, he achieved it, and everything he had been working for was his for the taking. He once again took his birth right; he took it in his own hands and flaunted it, so the world could see. He was more than what he seemed. He was more than Frieza's pet monkey.

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