A/N 1: Hey everyone! Happy New Year to you all! Yes I'm still alive and kicking! It's been over two months, sorry about that. I'll explain later but for now, on to the next chapter. I hope it was worth the wait *wink*. Enjoy!

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Chapter 12

"Man, that feels so much better!" Bulma exclaimed as she stepped out the shower. After crawling through dark, humid vents on Frieza's ship and paddling through the lake, this was much needed. She'd gotten back to the house not too long ago sweaty, exhausted and just plain sore. Bulma put on a nightgown and shuffled over to the bed, unceremoniously crashing onto it.

The excitement of the last few days had finally caught up with her and boy was she starting to feel it. On the plus side, her arm was so much better than she expected. It had completely healed up and looked as good as new. The only flaw was the scars. They were thin and blended in with her pale skin but they were slightly visible, a permanent reminder of her encounter with the evil overlord. She shuddered as her mind went back to that awful moment, remembering it all in excruciating detail.

'I'll never forget the look on Frieza's face when he licked the blood from his fingers, that hideous smirk and the demented glee in his beady eyes. It made me want to puke.' She mused with a disgusted grimace on her face. If what she had gotten was Frieza going easy on her, she could only imagine what him being serious was, especially towards Vegeta.

Vegeta…

"He should've been back by now, what if he's-", she shook her head vigorously, "No don't think like that! I'm sure he's fine and that he's giving that creep what's coming to him." She said with conviction in her tone. But as much as she hated it, she was concerned that Vegeta was in trouble again. She wanted to believe that he could defeat Zarbon and come back unharmed but seeing as she found him with one foot in death's door the first time, she couldn't shake off the doubt about this fight.

She was thinking of waving off his orders to stay put and go to him, just to make sure he was okay and, you know, alive. But there was just one thing stopping her.

"It was what he said to me before I left...or rather the way in which he said it." Bulma said, her eyes taking on a far away look.

Flashback

"Woman. Head back to the house, right now. I'll take care of this." Vegeta ordered in a calm tone.

Bulma's eyes widened, her heart lurching slightly. "Are you insane? He almost killed you the first time!"

The Prince groaned in frustration, ignoring Zarbon's amused expression. He'd wipe it off of him soon enough. "For once, can you just do as I say without question?"

"But-"

"Bulma."

She paused, looking in his eyes as he faced her again. He'd said her name again. She knew he only did that when he was serious. His eyes conveyed that seriousness...and something else. Bulma hesitated for a second before sighing in defeat.

"Okay, I'll go. But you better come back in one piece otherwise I'll wish you back to life and kill you myself. You got that?"

Vegeta bit his cheek to hide his smirk and nodded once.

End Flashback

His face had been blank, she couldn't read anything on it. It was his eyes, however, that had struck a chord in her. They'd had an emotion in them that she hadn't thought possible for someone like him. Worry? Concern? She couldn't really tell but somehow she knew that that's what he'd felt. The thing is he hadn't been feeling those things for himself, he'd felt them for her. Which shouldn't be possible since he doesn't care for anyone but himself, right?

The heiress sighed, rubbing her eyes with her hands. No, she couldn't go to him. It'd be reckless of her and she knew she'd just be in the way. He needed his wits about him so he could kill that monster before he tried to take him back to Frieza. She placed her hands on her chest directly over her heart, trying to ease the slight fear she felt for Vegeta.

"Why? Why do I feel like this? Why am I so concerned about what happens to Vegeta? For goodness sake he kidnapped me and brought me here to help him find the dragon balls for his own selfish gain. I shouldn't be feeling scared about what happens to him. Hell, I shouldn't be feeling anything for him." And yet she did. It was unnerving.

The worry she felt for him was the same worry she felt for Yamcha when he went to fight the Saiyans when they'd first arrived, only this was more intense. When they'd had their first meal in months before looking for the first dragon ball, things had been relaxed and easy between them. She'd actually enjoyed his company and had felt slight regret when she'd brought up a topic that had obviously hit a nerve. Which confused her. Sure she cared about what happened to him like any decent person would but the real question is: why did she care about him at all? What has he done to elicit such feelings of concern and endearment towards him?

"Nothing. He's done nothing for me to start feeling like this towards him. Nothing at all." She said with a nod.

Except...he has.

Bulma had seen the respect he had for those who respect him even if they were weaker than him, his determination to break free of his captor and of course, his concern for her and her safety. All things that shouldn't really be a factor but for someone as impenetrable and cold as Vegeta, they all spoke volumes. She suddenly gasped, her eyes wide in realisation.

She liked him.

She liked his stubborn determination, his brazen attitude, his bravery and his proud nature. She liked how he made her feel when he kissed her and made her body burn with passion, something that she and Yamcha had been lacking for a long time. She just liked him. It was as simple as it was complicated.

Bulma covered her mouth as she yawned, her exhaustion quickly overwhelming her. Maybe a small nap was what she needed. Kami knows she hasn't slept since she arrived on this planet.

"Please, come back in one piece Vegeta. Don't you dare die on me you dweeb."She whispered under her breath, her eyes sliding shut.

The heiress jumped awake when she heard the front door open and click shut. Hoping it was who she thought it was, she jumped off the bed and rushed out of the bedroom, skidding to a halt in the living room. Her eyes shot to the door and she breathed a huge sigh of relief when she saw that it was in fact Vegeta, looking a bit haggard but was thankfully in one piece.

"Thank Kami you made it back." She started going towards him but stopped when she saw the look on his face. It was eerily blank but his eyes were a different story, what she saw in them unsettling her. She saw a burning desire in his eyes and yet she had a bad feeling in her heart. Swiping it off as her imagination, with a small smile on her face, she carried on.

"Seeing as you're here then I can safely assume you managed to defeat Zarbon." Her blood ran cold at the answering eerie smirk he gave her.

Something was wrong. She didn't know what but she had a really bad feeling about this.

Vegeta slowly started to approach her, his smirk never leaving his face. "I didn't just defeat him woman. I toyed with him, letting the fool believe he had a chance against me, before I punched a hole in his abdomen and blasted it to smithereens. That succubus is lying dead at the bottom of a lake."

Bulma swallowed, feeling slightly sick at his tale of victory.

"That's great, good for you." She said barely above a whisper. It's not that she didn't want Zarbon to die, she did one hundred percent. She just didn't want to hear the gory details. She'd already seen him in action and she believed she'd seen enough for one lifetime.

"And yet I couldn't even enjoy my victory." He said, his smirk turning into a dark scowl. "Do you know why?"

She shook her head in the negative, slowly walking backwards.

"I realised that I wouldn't be truly satisfied until I've spilled the blood of everyone trying to stop me from achieving my goal of immortality was permanently out of my way. Every. Last. One."

Alarm bells were going off, her heart starting to beat faster in trepidation. She didn't speak, just waited for...something. She felt herself bump into the counter behind her, her hand landing on a capsule.

"Of course the most obvious course of action would be to eliminate them all now rather than later." He said, a deadly smile on his face. Suddenly the desire in his eyes made perfect sense. It wasn't because he wanted her...

"Starting with you." The Prince said in a deceptively sweet tone, his smile still in place.

It was because he wanted to kill her.

Bulma quickly swung her head at the door. "Krillin! Gohan! You guys have to get out of here! Vegeta's going to kill us!"

Vegeta turned his head towards the door. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Bulma tossed the capsule at him and dashed for the bedroom. She needed her capsule case pronto! Her guns may not help against him but she wasn't going down without a fight! She'd sooner die than let him touch Krillin and Gohan.

The Prince looked down at the ropes tightly wrapped around him. With a roll of his eyes, he flexed and the bindings snapped, falling at his feet. He turned towards where his little captive ran and stalked to the room, feeling excitement run through him.

The hunt begins.

He walked into the bedroom and laughed at the image before him.

"Don't take another step unless you want to eat lead!" Bulma exclaimed, her machine gun trained at Vegeta, her finger on the trigger.

He smirked at her. "Do you really think that's going to do anything to me?"

"No, of course not. But if you think I'm going to get on my knees and beg you to spare me, you've got another thing coming!"

"Oh, is that right?"

"Yes!" With a fierce conviction in her voice, she carried on. "I'd sooner die than scream and cry like a helpless damsel in distress. Sorry your Highnessbut that's not going to happen!" She spat out the title as if it was something bitter.

Vegeta stared at her blankly for a second before a small chuckle escaped him. "That's too bad."

Faster than her eyes could follow, he phased directly in front of her and grabbed the gun, crushing it in a second. "I was going to kill you anyway but the begging would have been a bonus." With that, he wrapped his hand around her neck and pushed her against the wall, his body right up against hers.

This was it. She was finally going to die by his hand. No more distractions! His smirk widened when he detected the scent of her fear waffling around them.

Instinctively reaching up, Bulma dug her nails into his gloved hand and looked him dead in the eye. "Why Vegeta? Why now? What changed?"

He barked out a scornful laugh. "Nothing's changed woman. My plan was to get the dragon balls for myself, remember? If I recall correctly, that was your plan as well so you could wish back your pitiful friends. Hence why I need you out of the way."

'Liar.' He ignored the voice in his head. He wouldn't be distracted from this.

"Out of the way? For your information Vegeta, I've been trying to help you since the Namekian village." Bulma poked him in the chest, her tone growing stronger with every word.

"I mean, good Kami I even risked my ass to save you on Frieza's ship, almost losing my arm in the process." She shoved her scarred arm in his face. "So don't you dare try and dictate my motives to me, understand?!"

Vegeta looked at her arm, his jaw clenching tightly when he saw the pale scars on her skin. He felt rage flow through him in waves, the will to murder stronger than ever before. That lizard was going to pay dearly for this.

'Focus!' He reminded himself.

"And why would you do that? Why would you try to 'save me' you foolish woman? Do you have a death wish?!"

"No I don't! Well, not for me anyway." She said.

He raised an eyebrow at that, prompting her to continue. Bulma clenched her fists. If she played her cards right, she could get out of this position and ensure her and her friends safety.

"At the village, the elder told me that the dragon balls here grant three wishes instead of one. In that spirit, you can have a wish for yourself and we get the others. Everyone wins."

The Prince gazed her dead in the eye, detecting no lies in their depths. He looked down, contemplating her words. They certainly held merit. He could get his wish and she could get hers.

He paused at that thought. Since when did he care about making deals and helping others. This was exactly why he was here. She was too great of a threat to his goal of immortality, of becoming a Super Saiyan. He narrowed his eyes, turning his deadly gaze on her.

"No."

Bulma's eyes widened before she breathed out a laugh, confusing Vegeta a tad.

"Well then, what are you waiting for? A written invitation?"

The Prince growled, tightening his hold on her throat. She gave a very Vegeta-like smirk in response, the air around them was charged, the tension between them so thick it was almost suffocating.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes dangerously before tightening his hold a bit more, watching her calmly shut her eyes. Loathe as he was to admit it, he was quite impressed with her, not showing even a hint of cowardice in the face of danger. He should kill her for her insolence.

And kill her he would.

He charged a small ki ball in his free hand and moved it to her abdomen, ready to exterminate her the same way he did Zarbon. He was ready. He moved his eyes back to hers, wanting to see the life slowly leaving them.

Too late did he realise he'd made a mistake.

Her eyes were open again and they shone bright with life, defiance, pure stubborn will...and something uncomfortably familiar.

Belief.

It was the same belief she held in her eyes when he threatened her the first time after the failed genocide at the Namekian village. Even after everything she's said, all her actions up until now, she still held the slight belief that he wouldn't kill her. Just who was this woman? Was she an idiot? Clearly she was if she still believed she wasn't going to die by his hand. Bulma stubbornly held his gaze, the fire in her eyes scorching him with their heat.

And damn if his body wasn't responding. His tail unwound from his waist and swayed softly behind him. His Oozaru howled at the back of his head, demanding that he take her and claim her as his own, damn the consequences.

Vegeta closed his eyes, trying to remember what he was there for. He took a deep breath, taking in more of her sweet scent. It made things so much worse. His control was hanging on by a thread, desire going through him in waves.

"I told you before and I'll tell you again," her voice dropped to a whisper, "Do your worst. I'm all yours."

I'm all yours.

Yours.

He snapped his eyes open, giving her a wolfish grin.

'You have no idea what you've just done Bulma.'

The heiress was unprepared as Vegeta suddenly surged forward and claimed her lips in a breath stealing kiss. She gasped in shock, allowing him to slip his tongue in her mouth. He tilted her head back with his hand, taking full control of the kiss.

'Kami, it's so much better than the first time.' Bulma mused as she happily responded to his fiery kiss. She slid her hands up into his hair, relishing the soft feel of them.

The Prince rubbed himself against her, letting her feel his desire for her, chuckling at her sharp intake of breath. She broke the kiss to catch her breath and without missing a beat, he trailed down her neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses on the way.

"W-why are you doing this if," she moaned lightly when she felt him caress her neck with his tongue, "If you wanted to 'spill my blood'."

The Prince laughed darkly against her neck, relishing the shiver he felt her give off, before he whipped her around and pulled her against him, her back to his front.

"Oh I do." He slowly slid his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, gently stroking her nipples through the satin. "I just intend to do it in a different way." He whispered darkly.

What does that mean?

Vegeta lit a small kernel of ki at the end of his finger and placed it at the top of her nightgown. Slowly, he dragged his finger down her body, tearing the satin dress perfectly in half.

Bulma gasped at the sound and looked down to see her ruined dress pool at her feet, leaving her in her underwear.

'That was one of my favourites!'

Before she could try to rip him a new one, she quickly found herself facing him again. She opened her mouth to say something but her words died at the look in his eyes.

His gaze practically burned her with the intensity of his want, his smile spoke of his sinful promise to fulfill her most darkest fantasies. No one, not even Yamcha had ever looked at her like that. It almost made her whimper.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, Bulma instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, and started walking towards the bed. Vegeta lifted his head and kissed her, biting her bottom lip and releasing it with a pop before unceremoniously dropping her in the middle of the bed. She moved up to the end, watching him all the while.

"Stay right there." The Prince softly commanded as he looked down at her, letting his eyes take in all of her. From her striking blue hair, her creamy skin, her full breasts and shapely legs. Most of all, her eyes that were just begging him to ravish her. He smirked deviously at her while he took off his gloves.

And ravish her he would.

The heiress looked up at him while he undressed, seemingly not in a rush. While he was busy, questions started popping in her head.

Was she insane? Yes. Is this what she wanted? Yes. Was she really about to do this with Vegeta of all people?

"Eyes on me."

She looked up at him and her mouth suddenly felt dry.

Yes, hell yes.

He was half naked, tanned skin wrapped around a body sculpted from war and battles. Scars littered his torso but he wore them with pride. He was simply...beautiful. Her hands twitched with the need to touch him, to run her fingers along his skin and adorn his body with kisses.

Vegeta stepped forward to the edge and let his tail softly wrap around her ankle, pulling her back to the middle. He leaned over her, leaving the tiniest space between them before he closed the gap and kissed her passionately, wrapping his hands around her wrists and pulling her arms over her head.

Bulma pulled back to catch her breath, moaning quietly when he started trailing kisses down her neck, massaging her breasts at the same time. Her hips bucked when she felt his hot breath on her chest, eagerly awaiting his next move.

The Prince lightly ghosted his tongue over her nipple, chuckling at her squirming. He slowly circled his hips, rubbing against Bulma, biting his lip at the friction.

'Claim her.'

'No.'

"Yes." The heiress moaned when she felt him suck on her breasts, digging her hands into his hair. He switched between both breasts, sucking on them until they were red and swollen. She panted, trying to catch her breath.

She was so distracted that she didn't notice Vegeta's tail wrap around her thigh, slowly spreading her legs. His hands glided sensually down her body, over her stomach and stopping just short of his target. Bulma bit her lip, her body shifting around the bed.

'Kami if he doesn't stop teasing me, I'll-'

She moaned softly when she felt him stroke her inside her underwear. She squirmed around, her hips following his touch. Bulma moved to grip his hair only for him to grip her wrists and hold them above her head. She opened her eyes to see him smirking above her.

"Keep still now woman." He teased.

Bulma opened her mouth to speak, only for a gasp to come out when he slid a finger in her. He gently thrust his hand, adding a second finger. Vegeta kissed her, swirling his tongue around hers, swallowing her moans and gasps. He groaned when her breasts grazed his chest, his cock growing harder if that was even possible. His pants felt unbearably tight.

He picked up the pace, stroking her clit with his thumb, watching her unravel beneath him. She swivelled her hips, wanting more friction. Bulma felt a tightening at the bottom of her stomach, her moans turning into gasps. She was close, so close…

The Prince lit his fingers with ki and thrust, hitting her in just the right spot. Bulma arched her back, gripping the sheets tightly and loudly moaning her release. She fell back, gasping for breath. Her body felt like jelly. She looked up and saw Vegeta suck his fingers clean, looking at her all the while. She whimpered at the sight. It was erotic as hell.

Vegeta straightened up, sliding his pants off. "Silence becomes you woman. You should definitely talk less." He teased, lying on top of her.

The little troll thought he was funny. Bulma narrowed her eyes at him, biting her lip at the feel of him rubbing against her. She'd rip him a new one...as soon as they were done.

The Prince groaned as he entered her, with her sighing in pleasure, feeling her tighten around him. He held still for a moment to let her adjust. Vegeta panted against her neck, fighting to keep still.

His control broken, he started to move. Vegeta slid out almost completely before thrusting back in, biting his lip at the waves of pleasure washing through him. He grabbed Bulma's thighs and wrapped her legs around him.

"Oh Kami." She cried out at him going deeper. She timed her thrusts with his, dragging her nails down his back hard, relishing the groan he gave off. She arched her back, digging her hands in his hair.

'Mark her.' The voice whispered louder than before.

'Shut up!' Vegeta retorted. He heavily picked up the pace, almost trying to drown out the voice in his head. The Prince leaned down and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth, swallowing her delicious moans.

She nodded slightly, dragging her nails down his back, filling the space around them with gasps and pleas to do more, go harder, faster. And he was all too happy to oblige, driving into her.

Bulma felt the telltale tightening in her abdomen, her thrusts becoming erratic. Her gasps turned high pitched, she was almost there.

"Vegeta!" She screamed out her release, his name music to his ears. He went faster, chasing his own end.

The Prince groaned his release, squeezing her against him before falling on top of her, rolling over so he wouldn't crush her. He dragged her head down and heatedly kissed her. They separated and Bulma buried her face in the crook of his neck, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. His gaze moved down to her own neck, and the beast within him howled.

'Mark her!'

'No! She's just a distraction! A pleasurable one but a distraction nonetheless, nothing more!'

The Prince warred with his Oozaru, fighting his natural instincts. His eyes flickered a blood red before becoming dark again. He felt his canines elongate, pressuring him to give in, throw caution to the wind and claim Bulma Briefs as his mate.

'Mate. My mate. Mine.'

Riding on the high of his release, his defenses against his instincts proved futile. Vegeta moved closer to her unmarked throat, scraping his teeth against her skin, eliciting a moan from the woman on top of him.

The Prince wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer to him. He turned her head slightly, exposing her neck to him even more.

"Mine." He growled under his breath and moved forward, planting hot open mouthed kisses, dragging out more wonderful sounds from her. Vegeta chuckled wickedly and placed his mouth on her, sucking on the skin slightly.

"Mmm Vegeta." She whispered softly, her voice a siren's song to his ears, calling out to him.

Spurred on by his siren's sweet voice, Vegeta slowly licked the spot between her neck and shoulder before moving in for the kill. He was to mark Bulma Briefs as his own.

'Just as it should be.'

Author's Note 2 (Kinda long): And that concludes this chapter! Woohoo! You all receive a love scene for your patience lmao! And what of Vegeta? Will our conflicted Prince actually listen to his instincts? Find out next time haha! I hope you guys liked it.

Okay so as I said before, I'll summarise my kind of long disappearance.

One word. Life. That's it. The trials of this game we play called life. I'll be honest, I took a longer break than usual since I was just tired. What with uni stress and this pandemic messing things up, I just wanted to unwind and relax before the rat race began again. I'm in my final year and this year is gonna prove to be the most stressful so I'll be focusing a lot more on my studies going forward.

But at the same time, I had a lightbulb moment. I realised that I shouldn't be adding more stress onto me by trying to update my fic every month. That in itself is a guarantee that I'll drop the ball and deliver mediocre content and that's not it fam. But at the same time, I remember that at the end of the day, this is just a hobby. So here comes the lightbulb. As long as I keep delivering my best work to you guys, I don't need to push myself to complete an imaginary deadline.

That doesn't mean I'll take six months per chapter, that would be horrible lol. But I will deliver updates that would be worth the wait, that's for sure. Oh and side note, I'm thinking of writing a Goku/ChiChi one shot just to test the waters with another pairing. I personally think they're a great couple and I don't see enough fanfics for them. Kinda sad when I think about it.

Yeah so that's it. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk guys. I'm sorry for boring you with that rant, I just had to get it out there.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this spicy chapter. As always, thank you to Dances-With-Pens, Rosise and Thunder×Storm (Guest) for your reviews on the last chapter. It's always appreciated 100% :D!

Peace, love and good vibes to you all! Please remember to review, the feedback is always appreciated, and I'll see you guys next time! Take care and stay safe, happy and healthy!

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