Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters from it, I do own this fics story line though and any characters that I create.

Bulma and Vegeta lay panting on the floor; Bulma's armour had cracks running through it like spider webs, Vegeta hadn't managed to break through though, hard as he had tried. Bulma's felt as though she was going to throw up – while Vegeta's first few punches hadn't hurt the vibrations through the armour had really started to sting after a while. Standing up had eventually been too much for her too – luckily Vegeta seemed to be tiring himself out.

Somehow, despite the fact that Vegeta had destroyed Frieza, she couldn't seem to respect him as much. Probably because Frieza had put her through years or emotional and physical torture – always pushing harder and harder to see if he could break her. Vegeta had just made a few hollow threats and had tried to hit on her. Not something that makes a girl want to respect a guy.

"You know…" Bulma panted. "Did it ever occur to you to just take my armour off instead of trying to beat it off?" Bulma rolled onto her stomach and peered at the exhausted saiyan Prince who glared nastily at her. He couldn't believe that the damned woman had somehow managed to created an armour so strong he couldn't break through it. A few hours ago he would have laughed at the very idea.

"Of course I did woman…but I though this would be more fun." Vegeta rolled onto his side and watched the beautiful creature next to him try to climb to her feet. It was amusing – he couldn't wait until he bedded her.

"Sure you did." Bulma replied sarcastically, doubting that it had even occurred to him. She staggered to her feet and caught her breath again, Vegeta clambered to his feet and unsteadily made his way towards her.

"I'm not letting you go that easily…" Vegeta took another step towards her but Bulma danced back lightly. She'd taken so many beatings from Frieza that she knew how to stay on her guard – even when she was feeling as though the world was swinging around her madly. She snarled at him and took on another fighting stance...and suddenly Vegeta felt a little too tired to keep playing these game with the woman - amusing though it was he was starting to feel just a little fatigued, and he wanted to be at his best when he took her to bed.

"Fine – go." Vegeta waved his hand, unsure why he was letting the woman go when she was clearly on the edge of being defeated by him. Maybe it was the way she was staring at him with those wide blue eyes…or maybe it was the way she was falling towards the floor so gracefully…

Cursing quietly Vegeta caught Bulma in her arms, some sneaky part of his mind telling him that maybe if she was unconscious she wouldn't put up quite such a fight to his advances. Vegeta quashed the voice, knowing that sooner or later the tiny woman would come to her senses and willingly fuck him.

Bulma woke to find herself in a regen tank, the green liquid restricting her eye site so that everything appeared as a blur. An annoying blur that restricted her eyes movements – why anyone could be sneaking up on her planning on attacking her and she couldn't know. They might be sabotaging the machine and planning on trapping her in there forever…

Shut up! Bulma commanded the voice in her head. She'd always hated being put into a regen tank. When she had been seven years old Frieza had put her in a sensory deprivation tank for a few hours to see how she'd take being suspended in liquid without the use of any of her senses. It had been a nightmare. Words couldn't express the horrors her mind had come up with while she had been inside that tank – without any of her senses her mind had begun inventing horrible creatures that were swimming in the tank with her…hunting her…

To this day Bulma hated being healed in a regen tank.

"I think she's healed…vitals are strong…neural kinetics are good…" Bulma caught snatches of the doctor's conversation. To keep her thoughts occupied she wondered what had become of Vegeta – he obviously hadn't left her lying injured on his floor and she didn't feel that kind of sore for him to have taken advantage of her while she was passed out.

Thank god.

Bulma heard a 'Pinging' noise and then a whirring as the liquid was drained away. With a sense of relief she realised that her healing period was ended – had Frieza still been alive this would have been the time when she'd have dressed herself and then gone to apologise for her physical weakness. As though it had been a crime not to have the strength Frieza wished her to have. Frowning, she pulled off the oxygen mask and cracked her neck from side to side as she hopped out, ignoring the smirk of the guard as he glanced over her naked form. She wasn't in a good mood.

"Fuck you." Bulma hissed at the offending guard as she took the offered uniform from the doctor and slipped into an adjacent room to change. When she immerged she could hear the guard in their laughing at something his companion had said, the doctor smiled apologetically at her. Confirming her suspicion that they'd been talking about her. Probably laughing at how weak and feeble she was…or talking about how they'd fuck her if given the chance. Men were so disgusting and predictable.

"Hey, sweet heart, anytime you want to spar with me just give me a call." The guard laughed uproariously at his own joke, not realising that Bulma was full to the hilt of male testosterone for the day. She whiled and glared him, her blue eyes blazing.

"Shut the fuck up."

Snarl.

And with that she walked away, in a worse mood then she had awoken in. She felt like a frustrated little girl again – wanting to lash out at those around her but being so weak and feeble she was unable too. Maybe feeble was over doing it a little, but that was how Frieza had made her feel. She wasn't good enough. She never would be good enough. No matter how hard she trained or what skills she learnt she would never be strong enough to please him. It didn't matter to him that Bulma trained every day in gymnastics, weights and martial arts – except that it made her more flexible and strong and easier for him to bend her in different…

No. She wouldn't think about that.

Eighteen was in their room when she got back; as usual the blond was preening in front of a mirror. For a girl who was almost as strong as Frieza had been she didn't show it. She didn't have the muscle tone she should have had. Instead she was curvy and pretty. It was deceptive – as it was meant to be.

"Heard you had a pretty rough time with Vegeta last night." She smiled knowingly at Bulma in the mirror. Bulma growled something in return and hopped onto her bunk. Gritting her teeth as Eighteen chuckled as Bulma's 'shyness' to talk about sex. "Bulma, you need to learn to just relax and take what guys give you – sex feel good especially when the guy is simply gagging to do you like Vegeta is! I mean when a guys is practically drooling over you they try to make a good impression which means pulling out all the bedroom tricks and…."

"Could you just not speak to me? Please?" Bulma rolled onto her side and face the wall, tension emanating from her stiff back.

Eighteen turned around and laughed condescendingly. "Oh come on! I mean the Prince has the hots for you! Do know how many women would want to be in your shoes?"

"I don't care. He's a nasty horrible man and he's a saiyan!" Bulma flipped back around and watched the blonde pretty herself up. "You know what Frieza always said about the saiyans!"

"What? You're going to believe Frieza? Bulma, sometimes I don't know what's wrong with you!"

"Neither do I." Bulma slumped down and looked at Eighteen miserably. "I know I should happy that he favours me…I mean I could do a lot worse, Vegeta is pretty good looking…"

"And strong…" Eighteen chimed in.

"And he killed Frieza…" Bulma sighed. "But I just don't like him for some reason…I am attracted to him, physically I guess, I just…he just…he irritates the hell out of me. He reminds of a cockroach – no matter how many times you kill it its seems to keep coming back to life so it can scuttle around the edge of your life and boss you around and send your friends out on suicided mission so it can get a chance to seduce you!" Bulma was breathing hard, her hands curled into fists.

"I'm guess that somewhere along the line you stopped talking about the cockroach and went back to Vegeta right? Because I tell you, I've never had a cockroach try to seduce me."

"That's not true." Bulma looked up and smirked. "Zarbon came onto you a few times."

Eighteen collapsed onto the bed and she and Bulma hung onto each other giggling.

"Hey got a joke for you." Eighteen sat up. "Why do men have trouble making eye contact?"

"Why?" Bulma grinned in anticipation.

"Because breasts don't have eyes!" They collapsed into giggles again.

"Got one for you too…" Bulma giggled again and then got herself under control, "How is going to the circus different to going to a singles bar?"

"How?"

"At the circus the clowns don't talk." Eighteen howled with laughter and fell off the bed with a thump, starting them both off laughing again.

"Got another! Got another! What did God say after creating the first man?

"What?" Bulma's eyes gleamed,

"She said 'Eew! I'm sure I can do better then that!'" Eighteen and Bulma cackled, "We need a night out, just us two." Eighteen sat up and wiped some tears from her eyes, "What do you say? You, me and the nearest bar with vodka? Sound tempting?"

"Extremely!" Bulma hopped up and checked her hair. "I feel an extreme need to get smashed."

"You should go and find Vegeta again then." Eighteen cracked, giggling again as they left the room in search of a watering hole. "Frieza always said that saiyan men prefer their women drunk and pliable..."

Bulma slammed the shot glass down on the bar top and signalled for a refill, she giggled and turned to Eighteen. "Hey what do you call gross stupidity?"

"Whash?" Eighteen drunkenly giggled back.

"156 men in one room." Bulma swallowed her vodka and gritted her teeth as it burnt a trail down her throat, Eighteen laughed, choked on the vodka she was swallowing and then laughed some more. "I dun think I told that right…whas a gross amount again…?"

"Miss Bulma?" a voice interrupted.

Bulma froze for a moment as she tried to work out the source of the voice, finally she turned around to face a saiyan who looked vaguely familiar. It was one of Vegeta's little lap dogs. "Yeash? Wha?" Bulma squinted at Eighteen and they giggled, remembering the hundreds of jokes they had poured through about the stupidity of men (and saiyans).

"Lord Vegeta wants to see you…in his room." The saiyan added the last art quietly and shifted his weight nervously. "He said to come now because he was sick of waiting for you."

"'Course he did." Bulma grabbed the bottle of vodka the bar man had leftconvenientlyclose byand stood up with the help of the saiyan who she recognised as Kakarot, she flung her arms around his neck and giggled drunkenly. "Lead on, my goos saiyansh man."

"Ah, sure..." Kakarot put an arm about her waist and managed to manoeuvre her out of the bar and towards a shuttle that was parked outside. Bulma stumbled drunkenly next to him, waving and blowing kisses at her blonde friend who looked as though she had passed out on the bar.

"'Ello Vegeta." Bulma chirped in a overly chirpy voice as drunks are prone to doing as Kakarot shoved her through his Prince's door and bolted – terrified of what the prince might think of him for delivering the woman in a drunken state when he'd been told to make sure she wasn't harmed. Bulma zigzagged across the carpet and collapsed onto his couch, lifting the bottle of vodka to her lips and swallowing a little too much. "Heh, Vegeta…vegetable…"Bulma began to laugh uncontrollably. Vegeta watched in silence, his mouth twisted in irritation.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Vegeta snatched the bottle away and looked at it for a few seconds before placing it down on the table nearest. He frowned at the blue haired creature that was watching him with a stupid look on her face. "Do you know how dangerous it is to drink so soon after coming out of a regen tank?"

"Yep." Bulma giggled and let her hair out of the bun it had been tied into. "Alcohol affects you about twice as much…it can cause that brainy sicky thing too…what's it called? I forget. But I was fine. I haven't drunk that much. Promise!"

"What? Yes! I mean no! I mean…you're frustrating!" Vegeta sat down next to her. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned as he sat back and closed his eyes. "Fuck it all Bulma! Why the hell did you have to get drunk? I can't sleep with you when you're drunk."

"Aaaaaah! You're upset! You're so cute when you're upset!" Bulma struggle into a sitting position and draped herself on him, her hands fumbling over his shirt.

Vegeta looked frustrated. "Stop that! If you persist in undressing me I'll…"

Bulma worked her shirt open and leant forward to kiss his chest, licking and sucking gently. "You'll what?" She asked, her eyes calculating and drunk.

"I'll…god…" Vegeta pushed her away. "Stop it! I'm not going to sleep with you when you're so drunk you don't know what you're doing!"

"I know what I'm doing – I've had lots and lots of practice!" Bulma pushed him back. "Just relax – besides once I've done this you'll never bother me again!"

"Is that what's this about?" Vegeta pushed her away hard this time, slamming her back against the couch. "You want to do me when you're drunk so you don't have to do it when you're sober?"

Bulma was silent for a moment, then she looked up at him abd blinked large blue eyes."Maybe I'm shy."

"Stop that!"

"Maybe I'm frightened you won't like my body…" She reached out and dragged a hand down his chest.

"Stop it!" Vegeta watched as she crept closer still, her hands unbuckling his pants and fondling what was inside. "God…"

"Sssh! If you won't let me fuck you when I'm drunk I'll do something else to you." Bulma leant forward and kissed him, gently pushing him back against the couch again. She kissed her way down his neck, down his chest and rippling stomach…finally she reached her target and with fingers nimble despite heavy drinking she freed his hardened member from his pants and slowly took it into her mouth…deeper…deeper…

Suddenly it didn't matter so much to Vegeta that the woman was drunk.

A/N - Blah! editing this story is taking so much longer then I originally anticipated. Oh, and in case any soccer moms are all grouchy because of the last few paragraphs...I don't specify which member of his body she sucks. It could be anything. This R content...nothing specified see? We're all friends. Happy happy non-reporting friends! Hoorah.

Should this story be reported I will be posting it at my site along with all my other 'porn' stories. winks and waves merrily at the soccer moms who have so far deleted no less then 20 stories in the past few years