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AN: So pleased to get another favorite for this story! This will be the last lemon for some time. The flame burned hot and bright but now its time to get into the nitty-gritty of the baggage these two wily characters have been dragging around.

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Bulma fell asleep on Vegeta's chest his soft calls lulling her into a restful doze. She woke when he shifted to carry her up the stairs. The woman watched him silently as he carried her bridal style through the house. It was in these few unguarded moments that she felt like she could fall in love with this man. He was so handsome when his eyes and brow relaxed, the angle of his brow still devilishly sinister but less menacing more alluring. The hooded lids made his usually hard obsidian eyes glow with sensual heat. The sharp angles of his features contrasting with the softness in those eyes of his when he glanced down making eye contact with her. Bulma hummed and nuzzled into his chest breathing deeply his scent of pepper and frankincense. Scenting up to his neck the bluenette began playing her lips against the pulse she could feel beating faster. She moaned as she teased his flesh.

The action was encouraging, a verbal and non-verbal display punctuating her own desire to mate. His instincts told him she accepted his offer put forth by his display on the couch. Laying her in her bed Vegeta stripped himself with his inhuman speed. The Prince worshiped her entire body as he exposed every part of her flesh to his hungry eyes and seeking hands. Bulma begged and pleaded with him for more as he tortured her with the slow-burning glide of his tongue and fingers. When he felt satisfied he'd touched or licked every part of her, except the one place she desperately wanted him to give attention, he rose up over her and looked down at the goddess queen begging for him. Spreading her legs for him Bulma ran her hands up her own body to her neck and arched her back off the mattress. That was it, the final little display he needed to start the ritual mating.

"Such a vulgar display, Navete," Vegeta purred in a deep husky voice, making Burma's flushed chest and face deepen in color.

Shifting between her thighs he bowed his back and lifted her core up to his mouth. Giving one firm lick up the center the Saiyan plunged his tongue deep tasting her nectar and rubbing his nose against her clit he growled. Unable to hold back any longer when her gasps and mewling grew he set her down and buried himself into her depths in one smooth motion. savoring the feeling of her warmth Vegeta passionately kissed her and began a slow build-up of the pleasure and tension.

It didn't take long for Bulma to reach her first climax. The prince seemed to be in a trance and maintained steady powerful thrusts and slow languid strokes. As Vegeta reached his climax a snarling growl began deep in his chest and traveled up. Bulma watched him through hooded eyelids until his nose began to twitch and wrinkle. Trying to keep her eyes open while he almost violently plunged into her again and again, she wanted to see his face when he came.

His nose was now twitching uncontrollably in a constant state of wrinkled with a half snarl pulling ar his upper lip. It was so reminiscent of the permanent snarl on the face of the Saiyan ape form she wanted to giggle, but he was driving into her, hitting her womb with each thrust and had angled himself to drag his shaft over her clit with every movement they made. Bulma was quickly reaching her second climax, and she almost missed it when he released into her and forced her into orgasm. His lips pulled up head fell back and he roared out his pleasure to the ceiling. Bulma clung to his sweat-soaked body, her limbs wrapped tightly around him as they rode out the most intense orgasms yet. Vegeta rocked into her as he continued to spill his seed into her depths. He rested his forehead on her shoulder supporting his body on his firearms to either side of her, while he struggled to remember how to breathe.

Relaxing Bulma slid her legs down feeling all of the contours of the perfectly defined backs of Vegeta's legs with her feet. At the same time, she ran her hands, fingers splayed, across his shoulders and down his arms feeling the ridges between his triceps and biceps. She felt him shiver, but wouldn't comment.

Vegeta shuddered under her touch and in order to mask it from her notice he used his strength and speed to flip them over, all the while keeping them connected. He pressed his back into the bed and stretched to stop the tingling sensation she sent through his entire being with her act. It had revitalized him and he wanted to watch her take her pleasure before he took her again.

Bulma felt it as the shiver started he started to grow within her and then he tensed. Before she knew it she was on the top of him, still connected and she pressed up to look down at him. Smiling at the smirk on his face, it screamed 'Try your best, earthling!' with his hooded eyes and relaxed brow. Using her left arm to support her she readjusted her legs, and with her right, she ran it over Vegeta's uncreased forehead and over his left cheek cupping it as her smile turned to a smirk in counter to his.

When she touched his forehead and pressed her palm to his face in a gentle caress. Vegeta instinctually nuzzled into it - craving the gentle grooming - and taking a deep breath of her scent as it came off of her. He had a fleeting moment where he dropped all pretenses and allowed himself the freedom to feel. The only thought he had at that moment was how much he wanted to live out the rest of his life right here with Bulma wrapped around him. It terrified him, not that he would admit it to himself, so instead, he repressed it and threw his internal wall back up. Instead, concentrating on enjoying the view of Bulma's feminine form as she rose up over him until she was sitting. Cracking a grin in challenge to her teasingly defiant smirk and allowing a growl to rise up in his chest.

The deep growl caused his entire body to vibrate under her as Bulma sat fully and she ground herself into him. Looking down at Vegeta she was stuck again by his godlike perfection. Yes, he was sacred and calloused but that only added to her attraction and the idea of him being an intergalactic god of war. That thought made her ache as she began to raise up over him and meeting his leisure thrusts grind herself back down, taking him fully into her. Placing her hands on his hard chest she picked up her pace allowing her eyes to close.

Vegeta stretched his neck bringing his face closer to her, watching the pleasure play across her angelic face and the flush rising under her skin. It started between her glorious breasts and rose with each beat or her heart until it reached her cheeks and settled there. He thought again that she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, and growled in appreciation.

Bulma opened her eyes and squeaked to find his face so close to her own. He smirked at surprising her and raised his chin in a non-verbal invitation, she smiled and met his waiting lips kissing him deeply. Vegeta cupped her face in his hands as they kissed and when she pulled away in need of air, he trailed his fingers over her every curve settling on her hips and lower back. He rubbed with firm pressure over the base of her spine where a tail would sprout if she were Saiyan.

He had thought that he would be uncomfortable in this position, feeling controlled or emasculated, but he was finding it relaxing and intriguing. Bulma was moaning her head rolling back her hands on her breasts fondling them as she bounced ever faster on top of him. Her climax was close and Vegeta was still in complete control of himself. This made him feel powerful. The prince quickly deduced that if she could use his body for pleasure before he took him, he could five her multiple orgasms before completing their act. And maybe if he did that she would be better satiated, allowing for him to sleep through the nights they shared a bed and get more training done. He smiled at that thought as she came undone moaning his name in a way he had never dreamed he'd hear.

As Bulma rode out her orgasm pressing core against Vegeta she was surprised again by the Prince's playfulness. He had begun to lift his hips off the mattress and used his strength to bounce her as he continued to thrust into her depths. She likened it to riding a trotting horse for the first time, the bluenette didn't have to do anything but keep herself upright and enjoy his show of strength.

If he had any residual doubts about the position they flew out the window when she came. That was a sight he would never tire of, the full column of her throat put on display for him as her head fell back. The flush that seemed to radiate across her skin in pulsating waves. The way her hands clenched his hips in an attempt to drag him deeper into her body. The need for her entire being in that moment filled him with masculine pride that his body alone could bring out such wanton need in the usually reserved part of the beautiful genius. The power this gave him rivaled that if when he'd first become super Saiyan, or when he was the one in control.

As her pleasure began to build again Bulma took back her control. She met each of his thrusts with equal measure adding a rotation of her hips at differing intervals. Selling to find the one that would give them both the most pleasure. Her sapphire orbs locked with his own obsidian speaking with her eyes the words she dare not say allowed. She wasn't sure exactly when it had happened but the bluenette knew she had fallen hard for the galactic warrior under her. In her refusal to say the words out loud was her fear that he would rebuff her affections, breaking her heart.

Vegeta was locked into her gaze as they shared their effort to attain pleasurable release. He saw the flash of fear tangled up in the other emotions swimming in her blue pools. Without thinking he reached up and dragged her lips to his, whispering foreign words against her lips.

"Ak-fenne tu," his voice husky with the building pleasure, but reverent with his emotions.

Bulma gasped and came as he growled out a grumbling groaning whine after the words she didn't understand. She came around him, throwing her head back and crying out his name. With the length of her neck now on display millimeters from his face, Vegeta flipped them over and took a strong, firm and measured pace, savoring every centimeter of her exquisite sheath as she checked and came undone further. He kissed her again repeating his words as he trailed kisses over her jaw to her ear where he reported the words again. Then trailed his lips down her neck licking kissing and nipping his way to the junction of her shoulder and throat where he sucked roughly.

"Vegeta, don't," Bulma huffed between cries. Pleading for him one to leave a mark where someone at work or her father might see it. While it thrilled her that he speaking with such emotion in what she assumed was his native tongue of Saiyan and that he seemed to be touching her all over with almost feather-light caresses. Never had she felt more special more cherished. Her third climax was building with how controlled he was this time, the amount of will power he exhibited was staggering, it made her womb clench. She encouraged his mouth lower to her chest below her collar bone, Bulma would gladly wear less revealing clothing to conceal his love bites from prying eyes.

Vegeta became almost frantic, he hadn't imagined she would reject his attentions and said more in the language of his birth.

"Ak-fene tu, tu-ak Navete ve? Ak-fene tu-watare hassine ah twayla habite narr. Ak-habite narr no tuwarre. Tu-ak Navete ve?" He pleaded for her to accept what he wanted so selfishly at this moment.

With his words and quickened pace, she came again. Arching her back off the bed and forcing her chest into Vegeta's seeking mouth she locked her legs around his waist trapping him. Bulma was so tight that it forced his own climax.

He felt slightly used as she basked in the throws of her orgasm. Then bitterness began to build in his gut, she had rejected his mark. There would be a slight bruise but it wasn't permanent. The thought of her refusing the location caused him to question if she was ashamed to be with him, or if she wasn't ready to commit to him. With the damage to his pride, his instincts receded and his ego came back as his habitual defense mechanism.

Vegeta rolled off of her and sat on the edge of the bed staring at his discarded clothes mingled with Bulma's scattered across the floor of her room. He didn't need this, he had training to do. The woman had been a distraction, one he was finding difficulty leaving. He wanted to ask her why she had rejected him, why she was toying with him? The look in her eyes before he took control, had clearly shown her affection for him, and he had foolishly allowed himself to profess his own. Yes, it was true she hadn't been able to understand the words, he did that intentionally. It was far easier to express himself freely when he could hide safely behind the knowledge that no one would ever comprehend his words. This time was different he had allowed his feelings to be expressed through more than just the words. It was leaving a bad taste in his mouth and when her hand bragged his side he stood to gather his garments.

"Hey," Bulma called after he pulled away from her again. She had watched him harden as he sat on the edge of her bed. Wanting to know what he had been whispering the woman began to wonder if she'd done something wrong to make him pull away. He usually held her afterward, nuzzling her hair and petting her skin. "Vegeta… what's…" her voice fell with the cold look he gave her over his shoulder.

Vegeta pulled his boxers up and looked at her. The confusion and fear of being hurt on her face only served to piss him off more. How dare she act like she had the right to be offended by his actions, she had rejected him. Him the prince of a godlike warrior race feared and respected throughout the known universes. Who did she think she was too usurp his emotions on the matter when he had laid his heart open to her and she had reflected his offer to make her his queen. With that thought he turned and left the room in his boxers, his clothes draped over his arm.

Bulma was left there completely sated physically but her chest felt like it had been hollowed out. What just happened? Why did he react that way? What did he say to her? She was certain there was a clue hidden in those exotic words. Flopping back on her bed she tried to sleep, his heartfelt articulations ringing in her mind. She rolled over and hugged her pillow where he had been laying early. Burying her face into it she breathed deep and caught the unmistakable scent that was Vegeta, black pepper and frankincense. Slowly she slipped into sleep as her lack of energy won the battle with her brain working overtime to figure out her Saiyan house guest.

Vegeta didn't bother going to his quarters instead he flew through the house and out the door to the gravity room. Locking himself inside he yelled his frustration towards the sky. How could he be so careless? Letting his instincts guide him had served to do nothing but distract him for the last two weeks. The amount of time he had wasted simply to spend time with the woman was unacceptable. Entire days had gone by without him even working out, and when he did train he would cut it short to be in her presence - to bask in the feeling of rightness that came from listening to her speak about her day or watching her perform some menial task - it was something he still couldn't deny.

Setting the gravity as high as it would go, Vegeta began to run through his warm-up routine. As he pushed himself his more committee emotions settled and he began to think of a plan to remove distraction from his life. It was the only way to achieve his goals, and if the woman didn't want him anymore then it was the only way to be sure he wouldn't allow himself to be distracted by her again. He would leave, travel into space and return once he ascended to defeat the androids in one year's time. It was settled, he would remove himself from the equation to avoid temptation.


Notes: This was sad, their break down in communication over a stupid misunderstanding. Vegeta had been so consumed by letting his instinctual side lead he forgot that language could serve as both a bridge or a barrier and let his ego use it as a barrier. Only two more chapters then the epilogue and this story is complete! I'm sad to see it end but also excited to dig into the snippets I have for the next piece. No telling when it will be done, I have three Beta projects I'm working on and my original work but with me being laid up for over a week I could potentially get a lot more done than normal.