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A/N: Tittle says it all!

Chapter 4 of Guilty Pleasures...
Emotionless and Pale


Vegeta returned to his time, the past, his present. Pissed as ever. Vegeta went to his Gravity Chamber and train fiercely. All he could think about was him and Bulma. Surley his future would be her. His mate couldn't be her. His life couldn't be her. Well that could explain a few things, that his life was a bitch, meaning Bulma, and knowing that thought and fact, he wished he would die.

Sweat ran down his muscles, he weezed at the pain that seared through his wounds. They weren't battle wounds, they were wounds of shame. Why did it have to be her. It proved that he was vulnerable. That he wouldn't survive being alone. He needed a person to share his life with. He saw it with his own eyes. His son, his daughter, a Prince and Princess of a long forgotten race. Is this what he was to come to? To mate with a weak race of people to have the name of Vegeta live on in his offsprings veins? It was certain. He was mad, he was tired, he was aroused. just the sounds of him and ....her startled him. He wouldn't be able to sleep at all, images of him and ....her, engaging in activites that even he couldn't imagine. He had never done it. He never considered her to be his first though. That was crazy! Wasn't it?

But the thought, was a consideration. Now Vegeta thought of how Bulma would be like. How would she taste, feel, smell, everything. The training was working him hard, literally. He turned of the Gravity Chamber and grabbed a towel. He grinned when he remembered more of what he saw occur in that bedrrom so many years from now. It may have been a few seconds but Vegeta could witness everything.

*****Flash Forward*****

A mixture of concentration and pleasure spread across his features. His hands worked skillfully, caressing the places only he knew. The places that were part of Bulma's hidden desire that only he could see. Bulma rocked back and forth moaning to the gods, Dende and above. Digging her nails into his stomach, waist and thighs. Throwing her hair back repeatedly, her hair whisping back and forth. Her features jumped with every thrust he made. They rocked in unison, melding together in a routine dance that took place every night. Then he intruded.

"I...warned you!...ahhh!"

Why didn't he take her warning seriously? Did he really want to observe what his life would be like?

"Enjoying the show?"

That voice, was of his very own. It was diffrent a little bit. It was relaxed and satisfied in a way. In fear of what he may do next he took off. He ran. His weakness was his future. He returned to his past.

*****End Flash Forward*****

Vegeta grinned at his memory. He wanted his future to become his present and reality. He wanted her. He threw his towel to the ground and strutted outside. His shirt was off and the midnight air hit him hard. There's that feeling again! Vegeta thought. He knew Bulma wouldn't comply to his demands, so he decided he would use the tool Bulma made. His pleasures would come true. With this tool, he had unlimitless power. He entered the back door and proceeded up the stairs, taking his time to listen to the noises of the night. Just simple snoring from everyone. He walked down the hall and now came to Bulma's room. He stood right in front of the door. He opened it slightly. Bulma was sprawled out on the bed, eyes closed, dreaming away. What a perfect oppurtunity.

Vegeta entered her room then closed the door behind him. He pressed the pause button on the remote and time stood still. Bulma's chest stopped rising with every breath she took. He stared at her body. It was now his for the taking. He closed the door behind him and proceeded to take off his clothes. He was now standing naked before his prize. He climbed onto her bed and straddled her hips.

"This should be good!" Vegeta whispered.

Vegeta unfolded Bulma's arms. He slipped her night shirt off and gazed at her chest. It was his for the taking. He slipped of her night pants and gazed at her long perfectly shaped legs. their were his for the taking. He slipped off her panties and stared at her womanhood. It was his for the taking. Then he unclapsed her bra and gazed at her pert yet still breasts. They were his for the taking. Vegeta ran his eyes all over body over and over and over. He grazed her neck and breasts with his teeth. She tasted so sweet, a mixture of her peach shampoo and her sweat lingered on her skin. This is what he wanted. He just wanted to be in her. He spreaded the legs of her motionless body and plunged into her dry warmth. Vegeta marvelled at it's feeling. The dryness, made her bleed, making lubrication, and making easier for Vegeta to glide in and out of Bulma.

* So this is what my future is? Interesting *

After a round of thrusts, grunts, and orgasms, Vegeta was spent. He pulled out of her and gazed at her body. He hadn't looked at her body during his assualt. With the passing time a tear made it's way from Bulma's eyes and laid gently in the corner, dreadfully making it's way down her face. vegeta almost felt bad for his actions. Then he reminded himself that she wouldn't even be aware of what happened. He looked at the mess he made. Her blood mixed with his fluids. He'd leave it to the woman to clean up. His job was done. He felt a little bit better to. He placed his clothes back on and proceeded to train.


Morning...........


Technically it should be morning but Vegeta kept the pasue button on all night. It was still 3:00 am. He decided it was time for some sleep. He decided he'd press the pause button, brining time back to life, and get some well deserved sleep.


The new morning.............


Bulma opened her eyes slowly. Her tear had dried long ago. She felt horrible. She looked down at her unbenounced tp her broken body.

Bulma: Maybe that's why i feel so bad! It's my time of the month.

Bulma got up and cleaned up her sheets. Just as she was about to deposit the linens in the laundry shoot, she thought..... "Hey, why was I naked?" Bulma had no idea or lead as to what was going on. She shrugged of the clues and facts she discovered that morning and she prepared for the day.


Days Later................


It was now a regular routine. After doing many hours of training, he'd get that longing for her. He got over the fact that he wanted Bulma to respond to him while he ravished her body. He proceeded to her room, pressed that special button. He strode in and found his little angel sleeping soundly. He unclothed her and himself and proceeded to the grand finale. He slipped of her panties, noting the pad that was there.

* Foolish woman! If only she knew the real story *

Vegeta entered her roughly. He began his usual assaults on her body. He even knew when the blood came, it helped make his motions faster. He closed his eyes in pleasure, keeping his pace nice and hard.

In the back of his mind he wished Bulma responded. But he knew if he wanted what he wanted, there would be a price to pay. He opened his eyes to look at her angelic features. His motions continued but his heart froze. he was now staring into blue sorrow filled eyes. With tears flowing down her face, slowly, but in a saddening way. vegeta looked to the remote on the bedside. He didn't press pause, he pressed slow.

Bulma woke up a while ago to the searing pain that filled her abdomen. She had anger and sadness in her eyes. Once Vegeta finnaly realized his mistake, hie stopped his thrusting and pulled out of her. He never took his eyes away from hers. Slowly he put his clothes on and he looked at her face. Her mouth opened slowly and a slow heart renching sob flowed from her lips. He felt her pain, hurt, everything.

Bulma felt violated, that Vegeta would first steal her work, then use it for his pleasure. Bulma slowly turned over and wept into her pillow. Vegeta was heading for the door. he looked back and heard Bulma's muffled command.

"Leave!"

Since time was slow, her voice was deeper and sadder. He winced in pain. Emotional pain. He exited her room and never looked back. He went to the gravity chamber, only to not have the interest to train. Vegeta didn't even notice that he left the remote in her possesion. He went to his room for some rest and time to clear his head. His room was down the hall from hers. He continued to hear her slow agonizing sobs. He watched as Bulma's ki moved slowly to her bedside. She slowly picked up the remote and pressed play. Time came back to normal and her sobs became uncontrolable screams. Vegeta clenched his teeth and proceeded to cover his ears with the pillows.



I cried while writting this. So you know that this effected me, and it should effect you. Please review. Don't think I'm a bad person. this story will turn good in the end. Will Bulma forgive him? Stay tuned. Did i forget to tell you to review? Ja ne'