Disclaimer: Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……*pokes tounge out and drools*

P.S. Big thanks to aksnowangel on this chappie for helping to figure out Bulma's motive. =P

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In The Arms Of a Killer

CHAPTER 5

"Okay Vegeta. Get a hold of yourself. You don't love her. No love. She just……Understands you. That's it. That's all it is. A simple case of understanding." He reassured himself. "Oh who am I kidding! I can see it in her eyes! It's all there! She cares for me. Heh. Me, a serial killer. How is it possible? I try to kill her, yet she holds me in the palm of her hand. I'm like a puppet she controls. A mere woman has control of the country's most notorius killer." Vegeta let his head droop against the wheel as well. After a few minutes, he climbed out of the car and slowly shuffled his way inside.

He went for a look around the house to pass some time, before going back to Nappa in the living room. "Got anything good to do?" He asked. "You could always do what you did in prison……sing!" He laughed. "Oh shut up. You know I'm good at it. You're just jealous." Nappa sniffed. "Probably." Vegeta smirked at him. "Will always used to like to listen to me sing. I said I'd sing him another song, I just never got around to writing it." "Why don't you do it now?" "Good idea." Vegeta found a pencil and paper, and started thinking. "What should it be about?" "Something you're good at?" "Killing?" "No. Like……Women. You're good with them. Do something about it. No, wait. Sing a song for Bulma. Write what you think about her. That way she'll be happy too." "Fine."

A few hours later, he had finally come up with something. "Listen to this." He sat at the grand piano at the other end of the room and started playing. "I hope it's not too sappy."

(A/N: I don't own Craig David's song: You Don't Miss Your Water ('Til the Well Runs Dry) It's a really cool song and I really recommend it. I also have an obsession with Vegeta singing if you haven't noticed yet. ^_^" )

As I sail with you across the finest oceans

On our way to find the key to our emotions

Together we will move the clouds to brighter days

Some people question what I say, try to break up you and me

But I know this love, between us is growing stronger

You can call me whenever, from wherever, just remember that

And I'll be there, through all the stormy weather

Us break up never, no, we'll be together forever

You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry

But I believe so strongly in you and I

Can't somebody answer me the question why

You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry

As I close my eyes sit back while reminiscing

Of when we used to fuss and fight but end up kissing

There may be sad and painful times along the way

But in my heart you'll always be, everything and more to me

For I know this love, between us is growing stronger

You can call me whenever, from whereve, just remember that

And I'll be there, through all the stormy weather

Us break up never, no, we'll be together forever

You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry

But I believe so strongly in you and I

Can't somebody answer me the question why

You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry

For you are always on my mind, you are always on my mind

Girl you know that you

You are always, you're always on my mind

You are, always, forever

You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry

But I believe so strongly in you and I

Can't somebody answer me the question why

You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry

You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry

But I believe so strongly in you and I

Can't somebody answer me the question why

You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry

If you ever get the feeling

You wanna play around, start cheating

Remember you don't miss your water 'till the well runs dry

The sound of the piano faded away as he ended the song. "Awwwww! How romantic!" Nappa clapped his hands together and made big googly eyes. "Oh shut up." Vegeta blushed. "Man. If that's the way you really feel about her, then all I gotta say is you got it bad." "Well I'm not going to sing it to her. Yet. It's too early to tell." He whined. Nappa just shook his head. "I know the way you guys feel about each other. It's so obvious!" "It is not! I don't love her! I don't!" He stood up in an angry pose. "Then why does your song say that?" "It's……It's just a figure of speech!" He huffed. "Yeah right." Nappa said under his breath. 'These feelings have made me more confused than I am willing to admit.' Vegeta thought.

He left the piece of paper on the piano and went to get a drink. By now, the sky had started to darken. Vegeta hadn't realized how long he had spent writing it out. He went upstairs and took off his clothes, leaving him in his boxer briefs. He got into bed and fell asleep straight away, he was more tired than he thought.

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1 WEEK LATER…………

A week had passed since he last saw Bulma. She came to the house once in a while, but never got there in time, and Vegeta had either been away for a some time, or she had just missed him. So Vegeta decided to pay her a little visit. He had taken a risk showing up in broad daylight, but he was willing to take the chance.

He pressed himself against the yellow domed building, just below Bulma's window. He knew it was hers because she had pointed it out to him when he drove her here. He held his hands near his face and concentrated. It was time he used the special powers he had been given by his blade.

(A/N: The Witchblade doesn't really give you powers, and I copied some of this off Spiderman.)

Fine little black hairs sprouted from each of his fingertips. When they were all out, he pushed his hands against the wall, and they stuck down. He lifted himself up, and climbed up the wall, the little hairs acting like suction cups that helped him to stick there. He kept crawling up the wall like a spider until he reached her balcony, checking to see if anyone had been watching him, and jumped down onto it. He stuck his hands in his pockets and casually strolled to the doors that led inside. He took his hands out of his pockets and opened the door quickly, shuting it behind him.

Vegeta looked around the room to see if she was there. Apparantly not, but with his good hearing, he could hear the shower running. He sniffed under his armpits. It was a good idea that she was in there, he needed a shower too. Vegeta opened the bathroom door quietly,and slipped into the room unnoticed. He stripped of his clothes and got into the shower with her. Bulma had not seen him because she was turned the other way with her eyes closed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, making her jump. She was about to scream, when he placed a hand over her mouth. "Shhhhh. It's only me." Bulma calmed down and elbowed him in the stomach; it only made him chuckle. "You are a downright mean bastard you know that? I thought you were some guy who just snuck into the house planning on raping me!" "Well, 1 out of 2 isn't bad, and it's not rape if you're willing." He huskily purred into her ear. "Oh no you don't! You can't just waltz in after not seeing you for a week and expect me to have sex with you mister!" Bulma turned around and poked him in the chest. Vegeta snorted and pushed her against the wall, running his hand up and down her bare thigh, brushing her lips with his. "You sure?" "Nope." Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and massaged the base of his skull while kissing him. "Thought so." He said after they parted for air. The shower was where they spent the next hour, before getting out again.

Vegeta stood behind Bulma, drying off her back with a towel. "Are you ready to get Maron yet?" He asked and turned her around, resting his hands on her waist. "Yes. I think I am actually." When they had finished dressing, Vegeta sat on Bulma's bed and waited for her to bring some food up. It wouldn't be much, just a little snack. Ice cream and strawberries. Fresh strawberries too. Her mother grew them in the garden. Vegeta licked his lips. He hadn't had fresh fruit for ages. Not stuff straight from the garden anyway. The door opened and Bulma came in. She closed the door behind her. "You were lucky, my dad came up near here." Vegeta didn't really pay any attention to what she was saying, he was too busy eying the ice cream. Bulma chuckled, he was sitting up straight and was moving his head about to try and get a better view of the big bowl in her hands.

"We'll have to share the spoon. I couldn't take two without mum getting suspicious." Vegeta's gaze finally came back to her eyes. "It doesn't worry me. I don't think there is anywhere on your body that my tounge hasn't been already." He naughtily remarked, accompanying it with a smirk. It caused Bulma to blush lightly, and remember all the things they had did since they met each other. Bulma sat down next to him and picked up a strawberry, biting down into it, while Vegeta dug into the ice cream. "You know……You don't really act like I would imagined you would. I really expected you to be this total bastard who wouldn't give a damn if I could help you or not." Vegeta raised an eyebrow and gave her the spoon. "Not everything is what it appears to be. Which reminds me. You never told me what had happened before, about it not being the first time? You never got to finish what you were saying, because we discovered the tattoo." Bulma groaned. "I hoped you wouldn't bring that up." "Too bad. Start talking. Or will I have to make you?" He growled playfully and moved a bit closer. "Your "making me" could take some time. After all, your idea of communicating usually involves long periods of nakedness, tounge wars, a bed, and some other kinky things that I don't think I will mention for the fact that it will give you more ideas than you already have." She retaliated and sucked on the blob of ice cream on the end of the spoon in a suductive manner.

"Too late for that. You just gave me one. Why don't we just do two things at once then, eh?" Vegeta pushed her back so her head was resting on the pillow, and crawled on top of her, bringing the tub of the cold, creamy delight closer. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt again and dipped a finger into the tub, coming up with his finger thickly coated in the bubblegum flavoured treat. He reached around with his free hand and unclasped her bra, sitting that next to them as well. He smeared the cold and dark aqua coloured ice cream around one nipple, making her shiver in delight. "Tell." Was the simple order he gave, before he latched his warm mouth around it, both the cold and warm sensations making her moan. "Mmmmmm……Well……uuuuunnnnngggg……God dammit. I can't concentrate with you doing that!" She whined. Vegeta rolled his eyes but let go and just lay on top of her. Bulma took a few breaths.

"A few years ago was when it happened. There was this guy, who was a co worker in my lab. His name was Krytol Napier. My father had always favoured him more than me, he paid more attention to him, used his ideas, and broke things off with me to do something with him instead. We were working in my lab late one night, on this project that included this huge vat of a very strong acid. By that time, I was completely sick of him, I had never experienced this type of hate before. He thought he was so much better than me, and never failed to rub it in my face. So I made a plan, I broke the surveilance cameras, making it look like a mechanical failure. The next night, when we were working, I asked him to check the readings on the vat of acid; he had to lean over pretty far to get them. So I snuck up behind him, and pushed him in. I could hear him screaming and the acid sizzling as it ate away at his skin and bones. It was awful. I could hear it even in my dreams. But the police were quick to take my rendition of the story and dismissed it as a workplace accident. And that was the end of a bastard." She explained to him.

"You are the first person I've ever told. I guess it's because I know you will understand. I can't tell my friends, even though I know they would keep it secret, but they wouldn't take it very well. I don't want them to think I was any different than I am now." Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. "It's okay. It will feel better now that you have talked about it. It helps to clear your mind of past issues that could put a strain on your actions and mental stability. I usually talk to Nappa about these things so it does not cloud my judgement in my profession." Vegeta pushed his head in the space between their bodies so he could get his face as close to hers as possible. They lay there for a while, before Bulma had something to ask.

"Vegeta? How come you are being nice to me. I mean, you are never nice to anyone. What makes me so different?" Vegeta kissed her chest. "Why do you even bother about caring for me? How come you don't just kill me and take the Iceblade back for yourself?" "Whoa! Slow down." Vegeta got another scoop of ice cream and fed it to her, and got a strawberry for himself. After eating it, and sighing, he replied. "To tell you the truth, I really don't know. What I do know is that it's not because you are the Weilder. It's something more than that. But until I can find out myself, then I can't tell you anything." "Okay." Bulma sounded disappointed at his answer. There was a moments silence before Vegeta decided to finish what he started. He put some more ice cream on her chest and licked it off again slowly. Bulma giggled from the warmness of his tounge. "For a sadistic bastard you sure are playful!" She laughed softly. "Oh. I'm not playful……I just like the taste……It always does taste better when you lick it off someone." He grinned naughtily. "Ooooo! Getting dirty now!" Bulma dug her fingernails into his shoulders and managed to flip him onto his back, and straddled him, her top hanging open, exposing her full chest to him. "Cool. Thanks for the view." He growled and Bulma playfully slapped him on the arm. "Oh you like it huh?" She leaned forward a bit while simultaneously grinding herself into his groin, making him groan and nod.

Bulma grabbed his hands and placed them on each of her breasts. "Maybe you'd like to touch as well hmmm?" "Uh huh." He agreed and rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her erect nipples. Vegeta pushed her back a bit so he could sit up with her on his lap. He lowered his head and placed soft kisses over her chest. Bulma held his head in her hands and pulled him away from her. "My turn now." She shoved him down onto the bed and lifted up the bottom of his long sleeved shirt. She caressed each of his muscles tenderly, just taking her time. Although she soon stopped as she got an idea. "Wait here." Bulma ordered as she got up and went to a chest at the end of the bed, opening it with a key that was previously stuck to the bottom of the bed, safe from view.

She took out a long strip of black velvet from the chest, and closed the lid and went back over and sat on top of him. Vegeta looked at her questioningly. "Blindfold." She answered his unasked question. Bulma tied it around his head. "Why are you doing this?" He asked, this time verbally. "Well. From my past experiences, not being able to see increases the pleasure because you don't know what they are about to do. So in turn……it makes you rely on your other senses……mainly touch." She whispered the last word into his ear huskily, letting her hot breath flow over his skin, making him shiver with delight. "Kinky……But I like it." He purred in return. 'Time to rely on my senses. This should be fun.'

He felt the small rush of cold air on his stomach as Bulma pulled up his shirt again, and her velvety soft touch as her fingers brushed against his well formed abdominal muscles. Then came the warm, wet sensation of her tounge as it smoothly slid over his tanned skin, lingering in the little dips, tracing their trails. She was right. This did feel a lot better when you couldn't see what was happening. He raised his arms up and let his hands gently run over her her buttocks, and along her thighs. While it looked like he was calmly laying back and enjoying it, he was fighting a battle within his head.

'Why am I doing this? I never am gentle with anyone! Why can't I stop? Please! Let me stop! Oh……But this feels so good. I will never desire another woman after her. How can I let myself be manipulated like this?'

One side of him enjoyed these feelings that she created inside him, while the other, his pride, tried to dismiss these thoughts and tried to make him turn away from her. His pride didn't like to be ignored. Fortunately, Bulma's skilled hands were starting to convince Vegeta's pride that maybe, just maybe, that this wasn't so bad. After all……Everything needs to be loved……right?

Loved. That word was so unfamiliar to him. All his life he had grown up knowing but a small dash of similar emotions; hate, anger, envy, lust and greed. A few of them part of the 7 deadly sins. Why were these emotions stirring in him at this moment? Was the mightly Reaper supposed to fall under the spell of this blue haired goddess who was smaller, weaker, and more fragile than him? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, she did say that she had killer a guy before, and that she was going to become his accomplice.

Finally, the little bit of him that wished for somone to be able to hang onto, and not have to live the way it had previously did, convinced his pride just to let it's guard down, and have a bit of fun, and to hang onto the small bit of hope, that someday, it would be loved as well, and that it would be accepted for who and what it is, and not to be manipulated, like it had so many times in the past.

Vegeta let out a moan as Bulma moved up and began nibbling on the sensitive skin around his nipples. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the clock, which remnded her that they were supposed to go get Maron. "Shit. Looks like we are going to have to cut this short. We gotta get Maron now." Vegeta heard her say. He could feel her weight lift off him and he sat up, taking the blindfold off, and saw Bulma buttoning up her shirt. "Come on! You can't sit on you arse all day! We've got to get moving!" Vegeta stood up and made a grab for her waist, bringing her close to him so he could kiss her neck. There was a few loud bangs on the door and Bulma's mother burst into the room, all smiles.

"Hello Bulma! It's a wonderful day today isn't…………it……." Her mother's eyes widened as she saw the man behind her daughter and her mouth dropped open. "You……you're……" For once in her life Bunny was speechless. Her daughter had a well known serial killer in her room, and her shirt was only half done up. Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other and back to Bunny, to see what the outcome would be…...

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I think that's enough for this chapter. I know it's not as long as some of the others, and for that I am sorry, but I just thought that this would be a good place to leave it. I do need to keep you guys in suspense you know……*rolls eyes* Jeeze……I thought you would have figured that out by now. Heh heh. ^_^ Don't forget to R&R……And please remember……If you would be so kind as to not give me repeat reviews then I will be happy. I'm sure at least one of you out there has gotten some……And you know how annoying they can be. But by all means, review each chapter if you want. We are all happy when we get reviews……Aren't we Mushi?

*camera pans to Mushi_Azn who has half a meatball sub hanging out of her mouth*

Me:………*raises eyebrow*……Ummmmmmmmmm………What about you?……………*looks to Natsumi-Chan*…………errrrrrrrr………

Natsumi-Chan: *is lip synching the words to some Spice Girls song into a hairbrush while dancing in front of the mirror*

Me: Am I the only normal one around here?!

Mushi_Azn: Mmmmmmm……*spits out chewed up food into her hand*………No. I'm normal too……*shoves food back into her mouth*

Me:…………Maybe I should have said "Am I the only one who doesn't spit food out and eat it again?"

Natsumi-Chan: *turns around and eyes widen* OH! Were people watching me?!

Me: No……Not at all. Go back to singing your song. *sarcasm*

Natsumi-Chan: OK!……*does bad impression of Posh Spice*

Mushi_Azn & Me: …………………………………………………………………………………O.o;

Me: Okay……I think I'll take that criminal mind thing as a compliment, but I think it's only because I have an overactive imagination fuelled by the watching of too many movies. Oh and, I wont be updating until I finish the 10th chap, which I will be starting soon, and when I get at least 40 reviews. Cyas!