Chapter 3

A couple of weeks passed by again, and Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were going on a business vacation. Bulma was in charge of keeping things running while they were gone for the week. Their was plenty of food and Mr. Briefs made sure everything was in working condition for Vegeta, even making extras so all Bulma would have to do is replace what Vegeta broke.

They gave their farewells and took their car to the airport,leaving Bulma to deal with the impossible Vegeta. Great, she thought, that was all that she needed. She knew Vegeta would come back to her for more sex,but did she really want it? In a way, she did because she did have a crush on him after all, but their physical contact with each other obviously meant more to her then it did to him. She didn't want to give herself over to him that easy. She felt trashy just thinking about it.

Vegeta was working out all day as usual. He was really pushing himself the past couple of days. He would only take a break to eat the food that she had prepared for them. Without her parents there, the dinner table was quiet, too quiet. She dared not speak to him for she didn't want him to think she was going to be easy that night. Luckily, as soon as he stuffed the last of his meal into his mouth, he got up to go back out to train.

Bulma spent the evening working in the lab on one of her father's latest ideas. Devoting herself to the work, she lost track of the time. She headed up the stairs only to find Vegeta there waiting for her. She lowered her eyes and looked at her bunny slippers.

"Long evening in the lab?" He said mindlessly, not meaning what he said she assured herself.

" Yeah," She replied. " It was very productive though, I got a lot accomplished. Worked myself tired, I am heading off to bed." She said as she walked by him hoping he would leave the basic conversation at that. Once again, she had no luck. Vegeta caught her from behind and held her tightly.

"About last week," he started saying in her ear. " You remember when I said I owed you one? Well,do you want your payback?" He bit down on her ear lobe. Bulma wanted to say yes so badly,but she knew she had to stand her ground or Vegeta would take advantage of her whenever it was convenient for him.

" Vegeta.." She said pulling her ear away from his teeth's grasp. " No, I do not want it."

Vegeta stopped trying to recaptured her ear. " Why not?" He said disapointedly as Bulma struggled to get away from his hold.

"Because.."

"Tell me woman.."

"Because it is not right Vegeta!" She surprisingly said. "All you do is come to me when you are all horny and you want some action." She stressed the YOU part very well, for Vegeta had let go of her. " It's not fair to use me like that."

Vegeta sighed. "If you say so."

" You arrogant prick!!" She shouted as she turned to face Vegeta, only to find him not there. She went up to stairs fuming mad and tried to sleep.

Vegeta had walked outside and sat down on a lawn chair by the pool. He just didn't understand that woman. It wasn't the fact that she refused him, well, ok, part of it was, but the fact that she must still think he just wants the sex. Reclining the uncomfortable chair, he laid back as he tried to think of a way to make Bulma understand what he meant by his actions and not wanting a relationship. He slowly drifted off into a sleep.

((~~Dreaming sequence~~))
Vegeta was laying in his bedroom back in his home world. He just got done a day full of fighting and purging another's planet. There was a royal feast in his honor which was attended by his Father, and the other Saiyan elites, which included Nappa, Radditz, and a few others he had forgotten the names of. He laid in his bed doing nothing but staring at the ceiling.

His door opened up, and in came one of the servant girls whose soul purpose was to serve the Prince.She walked in wearing a French Maid's outfit, and her long aqua-bluish hair flowing wildly as she walked to his bathroom with his fresh towels. She smirked lustfully at him, as she strutted across the room, and entered the bathroom. She bent down to put the towels away making sure Vegeta had a perfect shot of her ass, which was barley covered by the small tight outfit. She waged her long tail in the air indicating that she was in heat. Upon hearing the Prince purr, she walked over seductively to where he laid on the bed.He had sat up to greet her, but only to have her kick him back down forcefully,leaving her spiked knee high boots digging into his chest. Letting out a growl, the maid let him know that she was in charge by mounting his hips and slapping him on the face.

"You have been very messy the past few days," She purred at him. "Making me clean up all your mess, my Prince." Her tail was flicking against his inner thighs as she moved his arms above his head much to his dismay. " I have been good to you Master, haven't I?" the blue-haired servant said inches away from her princes face. She hand-cuffed his hands to his bedposts and watched as he tried to squirm out of them. " Now, I get to have my fun, no?" The flirt said as she temptingly ran her fingers down his bare chest, which was shortly followed by her wet tongue.

Vegeta cursed at his position, not being able to touch the beautiful Saiyan before him. The female slid her slender fingers under the waistband of his spandex shorts and pulled them off and threw them on the floor.His erection laid hard as a rock against his stomach as she slowly crawled up, and captured his unsuspecting tail in her teeth. Taking in a gasp of breath, Vegeta reveled in the sensations her nips on his furry tail gave him. She licked and bit down the length of his tail listinging to her lovers moans and purrs.

She kissed her way back up and teasingly slip her tongue up his erection in one swift pass. Vegeta stared pleading to her to continue, but she had gotten off of him. Vegeta whimpered as he thought she was leaving only causing her to laugh at his gesture. She turned around, having her butt over his face, she straddled his gaze and sat herself down on his face, positioning her clit right on his mouth.

"Taste me, Master," She begged as she slightly moved her hips on his face. She felt his tongue lick at her delicate pedals as she swayed her tail in enjoyment. " You please me so well.."She moaned as she begged for more. Vegeta lapped at her wetness gingerly and tried several times to bring his hands down to aid his actions.

The female Saiyan only laughed upon hearing the Prince try and break free. Reclining on her lovers body, she took his tool and placed it in her mouth and licked her tongue up and down his shaft. Both continued to tease each other until the female had enough play. She pulled her hips away from his face and mounted on his lap again, only this time, she guided his arousal inside of her. With a shriek of pleasure and pain mixing in one, she slammed herself down until she felt the brush of his pubic hair against hers. She placed her hands out on her master's chest for balance as she pivoted her hips up and down on his erection. Vegeta moaned and lifted himself to dive in her as she was coming down.

The female Saiyan sighed and called out his name as she quickened her pace and was beginning to reach her highest peak as Vegeta suddenly woke up.

(~~End o dream~~)

Vegeta was panting hard when he realized that all was just a dream. He cursed at how hard he was over the dream. Still seeing the image of Bulma as a Saiyan back on his home world, Vegeta was forced to finish the job himself. His hand found its way down his pants, and wrapping his hand around his stiff member, he began to stroke himself until he soiled his pants. 'Damn, if only it was not a dream' Vegeta said as he embarrassingly took his sticky hand out and got up to clean himself up in the slop sink they had outside.

He walked in the house to find Bulma in the other room talking on the phone. She was wearing her sun dress that fit nicely against her curves. He did not know who she was talking to, but she sounded very confused and irritated. He slide up closer to the living room she was in without her noticing and listened in on her conversation.

"I don't know.." She said as she nervously paced the room. " Yes he had tried. No, I didn't give in this time. I told him that. I said I am not going to be your sex slave so start treating me with the respect I want or I won't have anything to do with you."

Even though he was only hearing part of the conversation, Vegeta knew she was talking about him, and that she was upset with him. ' damn this woman, she has no clue. She does not understand..' Vegeta said to himself as he leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest in his usual stance.

"Well, I would like to go out, or do something other then just have sex. He knows that, but I do know he doesn't want that. I agree, I shouldn't be the one giving in all the time to what he wants to do, just to [please him. If he gave into my ideas of fun, then I can compromise letting him get some. Yeah true, I wouldn't hold my breath on Vegeta doing that for me either."

Vegeta couldn't stand hearing this anymore. It agitated him like no tomorrow. He just simply walked upstairs to his bedroom and plopped himself down on his bed. So, she thought that I was being selfish? That is rather unfair of her to say when I never forced her to do anything. And what was this that she thinks I would never do? Vegeta thought over the conversation she had on the phone carefully. His eyes shot open when he realized what she wanted. She wanted to go out and do something. Damn it. Vegeta laughed it off, for he felt like he didn't have to do anything for this whining baka. She should be honored that the Prince of all Saiyan choose to mate with her. Trying to convince himself he did not need to make her happy, in the back of his mind he couldn't help but feel a tiny bit guilty for being so selfish.

But on the other hand, he didn't ask her for any type of relationship by her means. She wants someone to be with her, and take her out and all that crap. The human's term for a relationship was so unappealing that no true Saiyan would want a woman that bad to do it.

Being very indecisive, Vegeta kept going back from blaming this on that baka to trying to understand what she wanted. He felt like such a fool thinking so much on this, but he did have feelings for Bulma, but it was so damn difficult when his definitions of feelings toward another person are different from hers. Vegeta sighed as he planned out the next day. He was going to give in and surprise Bulma with a treat, even though he went to bed hating himself over it.

Authors Note: Ok, I took the suggestions of some of the reviewers... I am worried that Vegeta is too out of character in the last section. I do want him to have some reasons to what he is doing and notmake him such a complete haertless bastard, but not so much that I turn him into a lovey-dovey person crap. Eh... I have my doubts abuout this chapter, but, hey, I can always redo it. What do yas think? ( be honest!! Let me know so I don't ruin this story)