Vegeta stood before his lord Frieza desperately attempting to hide his fear behind a façade of stoicism. Arms crossed, feet planted and spread against the cold steel floor. The room was dark. Frieza lounged in his thrown and swirled a glass of wine. He didn't deign to even look at Vegeta.

"Who is the girl?" he asked coldly, the anger evident in the searing tone of his words. Vegeta looked down at his feet. He hated feeling like an inferior. He hated how Frieza made him feel like a little boy again.

"I found the woman on the planet earth, my lord," he answered quietly. Frieza chuckled and took a deep draught from his glass. He waited a few moments before continuing.

"I'm surprised at your nerve, Vegeta. I thought you would learn your lesson. Disobey me and it will hurt." Frieza paused and scratched his purple cheek. Without warning he crushed the glass in his hand. The wine burst and spilt over the floor. "And now you have the guts to come back, and to bring a woman with you no less."

"She found me, my lord. I.." Vegeta faltered. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. "I.." he continued "want her." Frieza laughed manically. He smiled wickedly at Vegeta.

"You want her? Oh my, this is too rich. Has my little Vegeta finally discovered women? Hmmm? Do they make you feel funny, Vegeta? Don't they feel good?"

"I…really don't know." Vegeta grimaced and clenched his fists.

"You don't know….?"

"… my lord," Vegeta conceded quietly. His temple throbbed.

"Better watch that temper you stupid Saiyan. Or I will beat you again, and this time I won't stop," Frieza growled. "Your duty is to me and you will do what I say. You're a weak Saiyan. I own you."

Vegeta's face was turning red with frustration. He audibly growled but continued to look at his feet. "Of course he's right, I am a weak Saiyan. Prince of the Saiyans but I answer to him. Father would be just as disgusted with me," Vegeta thought to himself. "I hate that thing," he thought as he finally swung up his eyes to glare at the alien before him.

"You're dismissed Vegeta," Frieza stated coolly. He stood up from his thrown and walked over the crushed glass. It crumbled into smaller fragments and dust. "Keep the girl. I don't care. I have my own. I want to see how the Prince handles his women."

Vegeta left the room, pointedly "forgetting" to salute the horned alien. In the hallway another warrior leaned against the sterile white wall. He looked nearly feminine with long green hair and carefully manicured nails. His clothes were immaculate.

"Hmph, so Frieza let you off easy. That's only because there's an assignment for you in a few days," the green haired man articulated.

"Shut up, Zarbon," Vegeta growled as he walked by the warrior without stopping.

"Oh ho, and what's this I hear. Has our Vegeta finally met a woman? Did you

even know what she was?" Zarbon laughed meanly. Vegeta stopped and spun around to face him.

"Go to hell, Zarbon. I don't need your ugly face in my business."

"Sooo angry. Mmmm, perhaps you're just frustrated. Given her a good fuck yet? Or is our little Vegeta still a virgin?" Zarbon teased in his smoothest voice. Vegeta didn't say anything. He screwed up his face a little but couldn't entirely hide his confusion. Zarbon laughed harder. "Or maybe little Vegeta doesn't even know what to do with her. You're so pathetic."

"But I'm the prince and you're a lower class nothing born on some planet in the boonies of the galaxy," Vegeta answered darkly.

"At least I still have a planet," Zarbon shot back. Vegeta frowned, turned around and walked away but he couldn't escape the last dregs of his rival's taunts.

Finally after walking through many cold corridors Vegeta came upon his own

room. He stopped and took a deep breath before pressing a button which opened the door.

Sitting up on the bed was a bewildered Bulma who looked terrified. Immediately Vegeta could feel his cock hardening. Something in his chest seemed to tighten so it felt hard to breathe. She was so…intriguing. Long smooth limbs and abundant blue hair. She was still dressed in her skimpy earth outfit. They had only landed that morning.

"Vegeta!" she wailed and raised her arms towards him. He compliantly walked forward until he was close enough for her to wrap her arms around his middle and burry her face in his lower belly, far to close to that which aggravated him. She looked up and began to babble in that language again. He could tell she was afraid but also excited.

Frankly he was excited as well. Here this glorious creature was left all to him, alone in his small quarters. He exhaustedly collapsed onto the bed with her. The meeting with Frieza had taken all his will power to resist exploding and attacking the alien. Bulma snuggled up next to him. Vegeta began to purr. He enjoyed this very much. But he could still sense that he wanted something more.

Bulma continued to talk while stroking his chest. It drove him mad and before he knew what he was doing he found himself rolling over on top of her. Much like earlier in the day he began to grind his pelvis against her soft body. Bulma looked surprised at first but then her expression grew cloudier. Vegeta was surprised to find her moving against him and that this greatly increased his pleasure.

He had known of this pleasure for several years, but he hadn't known it could be shared with another creature. Always before he was left by himself. He knew very few people as Frieza preferred he work alone or at most with his only other surviving fellow Saiyan, Nappa. Nappa was an oaf, but he was one of Vegeta's few connections.

To suddenly find a person whom he enjoyed to be around was a new sensation. In fact, all of it was new.

Vegeta kissed his woman softly, almost hesitantly. Bulma returned the kiss with vigor as they continued to rub against each other. She moaned softly against his mouth which gave him a huge wave of pleasure that came from his cock and rushed to his toes. He didn't understand what was going on, but he couldn't deny it either.

He slowly reached down towards his tight pants. He had changed back into his standard fighting uniform after they arrived. Slowly he drew his engorged cock out and wrapped his hand firmly around it. It all felt so good. And she was so…interesting, that just looking at her gave him the pleasure rushes.

Bulma noticed him fumbling with his pants. She broke the kissing and looked down. Immediately she screamed and attempted to push him away. Surprised by her scream, Vegeta jumped up and fell on the other side of the bed, but he still held his hard cock in one hand. Bulma clutched at her chest and spoke furiously in that cute babble of hers.

Vegeta couldn't help himself. From his position she just looked so enticing. He wanted her and began to imagine how she looked completely unclothed. He was able to get a good mental image from the day they had bathed together. He slowly began to pump the long shaft of his cock with one hand. Bulma remained curled on the other side of the bed, frozen while watching him. All of this turned Vegeta on even more. He rubbed himself faster. He gasped and held his breath until he finally let it out with a large masculine grunt and growl.

His engorged cock shot sticky cum onto the bed, ruining the sheets. Bulma jerked away in surprise. Vegeta was left breathing heavily slumped on the bed, his chest rising and falling.

Without warning he felt a stinging slap on his cheek. He opened his eyes to find Bulma leaning over top of him looking absolutely furious.

"Where are we?" she yelled. Vegeta was so surprised it took him a moment to realize she had spoke in his own language.