Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.
A/N: This story is rated M for a reason. Just a warning.
Vegeta
Year 753
He wakes with a gasp, the sound of his own heartbeat drumming in his ears. He does his best to calm his breathing, to ease his body back towards sleep, but his dick throbs painfully, and whatever self control he had seems to have disappeared.
He is thankful that the room is empty, for the need for release is at breaking point, and it takes no more than a few jerky movements before he spills himself into a fistful of bedding. With a groan he buries his face in his pillow, trying to shut out the scenes from his dream. Blue eyes seem to stare up at him from beneath his closed eyelids, and his eyes spring open in an attempt to block the image of the tech kneeling before him. It has been too long is the first coherent thought that runs through his head. It has been far too long, and I need a fuck.
He's still hard. He stares at the far wall, his mind torn as he replays his talk with Bulma. He had not expected the rumoured mastertech to be some pretty little female, had not expected any tech to stand before him like she did, with anger and pride and determination burning in her eyes.
Her scent alone was enough to drive him mad with need.
He snorts in derision at his body's weakness. It's been six months since he's taken a woman to bed, but that's no excuse for lusting after the weakling bitch who refused to bow to his demands and assaulted his pride.
Blue hair falling around her face… Bright eyes staring as she wraps around him…
"Fool," he tells himself, banishing the last remnants of the dream, and rolls over.
.
When he wakes in the morning, his mind is clear. He'll find out what exactly the tech is building for Frieza. If it's the devices he's heard rumours about, he'll kill her. In fact, he'll kill her even if her 'confidential' projects turn out to be nothing. Murder is his specialty, after all.
A woman like her is a distraction he doesn't need.
A/N: I didn't plan for this chapter to happen at all. When I write Vegeta my fics tend to go in odd directions, and this is the sort of stuff I end up with. It's Vegeta's fault, I swear!
I've joined the "We're Just Saiyan" community for B/V fans on google+. Mallie-3 and maymayB run it, and they've been producing these wonderful podcasts with guest B/V authors like Catgirl26 and Lady Lan. I'll put the links up on my profile page – you should definitely watch the podcasts! Hopefully I'll get to be on a podcast at some point too :) Lastly, thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it's much appreciated.
I almost forgot - A while back I changed the picture for this story to one that I had drawn. I'm not the best artist, but I wanted to show you guys a picture of what Bulma wears in this fic. It's based off the outfits worn by the doctors in Frieza's army.