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Yamcha had a few of Bulma's things, and he knew he had left some of his own belongings at Capsule Corp. If Bulma was really finished he wanted his comics back and he left a baseball mitt there. The Zfighter was certain he still had clothes in her room too. Yamcha was going to call her bluff when he came to get his stuff she would see that she still loved him and would forgive him.

He parked his aircar on the side of the road and adjusted his tie and fixed his hair one last time in the rearview mirror. Clearing his throat he gripped the handle, he was a little nervous, he could feel Vegeta in the gravity chamber around back. He did not want to see the Saiyan, but he wanted to strut in front of Bulma and make her regret her decision to break up with him.

Strengthening his resolve he opened the door and walked up to the front door of the Briefs home. He knocked but no one answered. He rang the doorbell several times, still no answer. Looking in the front windows he didn't see anyone inside. Ringing the doorbell a few more times he waited for nearly ten minutes before he felt Vegeta's power level spike menacingly. Terrified the Saiyan might come and investigate why he was there, Yamcha ran back to his car and took off. He would go back into the city and see if Becky wanted to catch a matinee, then he'd come back. Maybe Bulma and or her parents would be home by then.

Bulma hurried through her work, it was Saturday and she wanted to spend a nice portion of her afternoon sunbathing in the backyard. Summer was around the corner and she wanted to make the most of the sun now, so she would be ready for the beach. Also, it wouldn't hurt to be half-naked when Vegeta came looking into why she was laying in the backyard. Perhaps she might get him into the pool with her for a bit of fun before dinner. She had plans to order out for dinner, he'd cooked for them a few times now and she wanted to give him the night off so he could spend more time training. Which would hopefully put him in a better mood for fooling around with her?

Once home Bulma showered, applied suntan lotion all over her body dawned her lime green string bikini bottoms, put a loose-fitting blue dress on, grabbed a towel and went down to the kitchen. Certain Vegeta was in the gravity chamber still working out, that Saiyan sure loved to work out, Bulma grabbed a water bottle and went to lay out on one of the lounge chairs on the patio.

Selecting one that wouldn't give Vegeta a perfect view - so he'd have to go out of his way to see her better - she took off the dress and laid down on her back. Bulma wanted to get the front side sunned before Vegeta came around. The last thing she wanted was for Vegeta to think she was trying to get his attention. He was not the type of guy one tried too hard around, that would only make him cocky. Vegeta did not need an ego boost in any area of his life, and she didn't want to let him know his full effect on her.

She had given up too much too soon with Yamcha. It had probably been the reason he didn't respect her in their relationship enough to be faithful to her. It wasn't that she regretted her time with Yamcha. He'd been good to her, for the most part. The Zfighter had an appetite that she never seemed to be able to satisfy, no matter how much she'd tried. After they broke up - and Vegeta showed her she deserved true respect - she had spent a good amount of the following two days dissecting every part of her and Yamcha's relationship. In the end, the bluenette knew she had tried too hard to keep him and that was exactly how he'd been able to get away with all the bullshit for so long. She'd given away her self respect to him and he'd taken it without a second thought then thrown it away.

That wasn't entirely Yamcha's fault, she could've taken it back but had continued to allow herself to be strung along without ever questioning the relationship's longevity. She had just been blinded by her own vanity, he was the bad boy, life with him had been one big adventure after another. He had been so dangerous, in the best way possible. And Bulma Briefs wanted a bit of danger in her life.

Danger was practically Vegeta's name.

Thinking about Vegeta made her heart flutter. Had he meant what he'd said the other night about Saiyans and their loyalty to their sexual partners? She didn't think he was lying, not with how he practically begged her to let him kill Yamcha for her honor. It was sort of romantic in an archaic medieval kinda way. Then what had he said to her 'tu-ak nevate.' What did that mean? It almost feels like he was calling her something, something special. The fact that he spoke in his native language when they were intimate made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. What a truly incredible man he was when no one was around. Bulma didn't think anyone would ever be as privileged as her to see the caring and tender man under the Prince's cold exterior. She was falling hard and it was completely different this time.

Turning over she daydreamed about what a life with Vegeta might be like? Would he want children? Did she want children? Yeah, she did, eventually. Not for a few years though, she wanted to experience a life with Vegeta first. Would they travel in space? She wondered if he would be willing to take her into space? They'd been getting along well for the past few days alone. But was that because of the newness of it all? Maybe they could travel the Earth and see how that went, before going into space. She knew Vegeta would keep her safe.

That was of course if they all survived the Androids.

What was she doing?

Fantasizing about a life with Vegeta when the future was so uncertain? The Saiyan was several yards away working himself to death to ascend and become a Super Saiyan, that was all he talked about wanting for the past two years. Why would that change because they shared a bed? He was a man, why did she think she was anything more than a distraction?

Groaning Bulma beat her first and kicked the lounge chair she laid upon.

"Woman, what in the blazes are you doing?" Vegeta growled at her. He'd come out of the gravity chamber to prepare a meal for them, having sensed her arrive home over three hours ago. He knew she was near the pool. Walking close to see what she was doing he saw red when he realized she was practically naked. The weakling had been there earlier. What if he came back and saw her laid out in nothing but a skimpy loincloth? He wouldn't be able to keep from murdering the earthling if he saw her this way.

"Aahh!" Bulma jumped up clutching her towel to her chest. "Vegeta! Geez, you scared me! Why do you keep doing that? What the hell!?"

Grabbing her wrist he pulled her up to his level and let everything he was feeling and thinking show in his eyes. Jealousy that another might see her like this. Concern and fear that someone could've taken advantage of her vulnerability. Anger at her that she was out here like this in the first place, and at himself for not seeing to her safety as soon as she'd gotten home. Especially since Vegeta had been brooding over the weakling's earlier prescience at the dwelling.

Bulma looked deep into his eyes and saw all his anger, concern, and fear laced with jealousy. Vegeta kept glancing down and around them looking for unwanted observers. Smiling at his jealousy and concern she forgot about her thoughts before he'd scared a year off of her life.

"Waiting for you," she purred as she stepped closer to him, dropping her towel and pressing her now bare chest against his. The shock on his face made her giggle.

"You vulgar little thing," Vegeta growled in mock annoyance.

The Prince of Saiyans couldn't deny that he'd secretly hoped she was so underdressed for him. Anger dissipating with her little display lust thundered through him. Returning her arm behind her back he crashed his mouth to hers. He couldn't stand the thought of any other man occupying her thoughts or worshiping her body. His other hand roamed her body. From her shoulder and neck, over her breast down her side across her hip squeezing possessively at her ass, before following the line of her bikini around to the front. Where his hand dove inside and teased her opening with gentle strokes.

Bulma moaned into the kiss and was rewarded with two of Vegeta's fingers curled and plunged into her sex. Her head fell back and she cried out with pleasure, the prince not missing a beat trailed kisses down the long column of her throat. Nipping at her collar bone, he released her arm wrapping his own around her and lifting her up against him. He pulled his hand from her core and smiled at her wickedly when she looked at him in question. Chuckling he stepped off the edge of the deep end of the pool and plunged them both into the cool water.

Struggling under the water Bulma fought against him and was surprised he released her. She kicked her way to the surface and heard him laughing at her. Furious he surprised her with the cold shock of the water she splashed at him.

"Vegeta you jerk I want ready for that! Aagh, it was cold an-" she stopped when the heat of his body pressed into hers from behind and his arms wrapped around her.

"If you were ready for it, it wouldn't have been a surprise," the Saiyan chuckled against her ear.

Turning in his grasp she kissed him for all she was worth. She had hoped he would join her in the pool. When his hands began to slowly roam her body again she broke the kiss and pushed his head under the water, escaping quickly while he was still stunned by her move. Laughing she swam to where she could touch and waited for Vegeta to make his move.

Dropping to the bottom of the pool Vegeta let her escape, for now. His instincts chortled at the idea of playing with their female. Smiling he launched himself through the water slow enough to allow Bulma time to dodge him.

Diving to the side the bluenette evaded the prince but felt his hand side over her ass and down her leg. Delighted that he was playing with her, she wondered how long he would let the game play out. Holding onto the edge with her feet pressed flat against the wall she waited for Vegeta to advance in her again.

Coming up for air and to look into her azure pools filled with mischief and desire. Keeping his smirk hidden under the water Vegeta crept towards her. She watched his every move like he was the prey. Then he shifted quickly around the pool, stopping each time just long enough for her to spot him before he moved again.

Bulma was excited when he started using his advanced abilities. She wanted to see if she could keep away from him. He appeared right in front of her and by the time she squeaked he was gone. Reappearing several feet to the left Bulma knew this was her chance. As soon as he disappeared she dove under the water pushing off the wall with her feet, launching herself to the other side of the pool. She came up on the other side and turned around scanning the surface for Vegeta. She didn't see him anywhere and stepped away from the wall to look into the deep end. There was still no sign of him. Where had that Saiyan gone?

"Boo," Vegeta said from directly behind her and she screamed.

"Aaahhh!" Jumping out of her skin Bulma turned around to see Vegeta standing inches from where she'd been standing. "Rrrr what's the big idea?" She growled, annoyed he'd scared her again.

"Hehehe," Vegeta captured her around the waist and pulled her against him, pleased by the heart that filled her cheeks when she realized he was completely naked. "Because it angers you when you feel embarrassed because you were frightened. And you are exquisite when you're angry."

"Is that so?" Bulma teased. She hadn't been expecting his engorged member pressing into her stomach when he'd pulled her against him. His shorts gone, removed at some point during that last few minutes of their game. Combined with his compliment her anger dissipated and brought back her mischievous smirk.

Vegeta leaned into her neck and growled in response as he pushed her back against the wall of the pool. As he moved with her through the water he pulled at the strings on her bikini bottom. Entering her depths as he pinned her to the wall they both hissed in their shared pleasure. Bulma wrapped her limbs around him and held on as he plunged into her again and again. The Saiyan prince was so focused on her that he forgot the rest of his surroundings and drowned in the feel of her and the delicious noises she made.

Bulma crying out, pinned to the edge of the pool and Vegeta pounding into her with inhuman speed was exactly how Yamcha found them.


Notes: Uh oh! Yamcha is back and he is getting an eyeful!