"Well, where are we?" asked Bulma to the still stunned Vegeta. He tucked away his member and sat up a little more regally in order to hide his astonishment. He cleared his throat a little nervously.

"Can you understand me?" he asked hesitantly, almost disbelievingly. Bulma pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. To Vegeta she looked utterly beautiful sitting cross legged on the tumbled bed. Beauty was something new to him, something he had only come to discover during his short stay on earth. There was nothing on Frieza's base to teach him about beauty.

"Vegeta you're so weird, I mean…" but she paused and shook her head slightly. It suddenly dawned on her that she could understand him. She laughed and scratched the back of her head. "How strange," she laughed. "I guess I must have just picked it up from spending so much time with you. Like total immersion or something. I didn't even realize I had switched from Japanese. But I guess it really isn't surprising. I am a genius after all." Vegeta raised one brow to this last statement. He had a feeling that things would become more complicated now that they understood each other. He sat there silently, now completely unsure of what to say.

"Well…Where are we!" Bulma asked again. Vegeta hesitated before he stood up and straightened his uniform and armor. He had lost control of himself again. A tinge of pink settled on his cheeks.

"We're on Frieza's planet base," he said facing away from his creature. His woman. He liked the sound of that. Bulma stared at him blankly.

"Who is Frieza?" she asked softly. Vegeta's body tensed hard enough for Bulma to see.

"I," he paused, "don't have time to explain everything to you," he finished gruffly. Bulma sat up to smack his arm but Vegeta turned and caught her hand before it connected against him. He continued to hold her hand in mid swat as she frowned at him.

"I think I liked you better when I couldn't understand you," she groused. Vegeta's throat tightened and he found it hard to swallow. For some reason, these words bothered him. He sighed and sat down beside her still holding her hand.

"Woman, I'm not a man of many words. I'm not sure it makes a huge difference whether we can understand one another or not. Frieza is…my lord. I want him dead. I work for him as a type of missionary. It is not my choice," Vegeta stated coldly. Bulma softened and moved closer until their bodies touched. She rubbed the back of his neck, something that seemed to invariably soothe him. "But," he continued, "I would like you to stay here with me." Bulma suddenly stopped her ministrations, hand poised above his muscular neck.

"Excuse me?" she half laughed. "I'm not staying here with you. I have a home. This is all well and good, but I have to go back to earth." Vegeta snorted and laughed a little viciously. He turned and stood above her on the bed, looking down his nose.

"I'm not taking you back," he stated flatly. It felt so good to finally be the one in charge. Bulma clenched a fistful of sheets.

"What do you mean you're not taking me back! I can't stay here!" she said as her voice rose. She stood up to face him more evenly, though the top of her head barely reached his chin. "I don't even understand who in the world this dumb Frieza guy is and I really don't care. I just want to go back home!" Vegeta snorted again and turned away from her and busied himself inspecting his empty room. "Hey don't you dare ignore me! Just send me back in one of those pods."

"No," Vegeta spat.

"Why not!" Bulma screamed.

"Because I want you here for me," Vegeta barked back and whipped around, catching Bulma off balance. He grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against him. She clawed at his hands and hit his chest but it all had no effect on the solid warrior. All she ended up doing was bruise her knuckles on his armor.

"I'm not your play toy!"

"You seemed more than willing to be my toy earlier," Vegeta growled. He leaned in closer and rubbed his head against Bulma. She desperately tried to push him away but her strength was nothing compared to his. In a fraction of a second, Vegeta forced Bulma around so she faced away from him. He pushed her head and back towards the bed so she bent over against him. One hand still holding onto her hip he began to thrust his crotch against her bum, enjoying it's soft roundness.

"Stop HUMPING me!" Bulma squealed. She tried to wriggle away but this seemed to only excite Vegeta more as he began to pound against her harder. Sweat beads formed on his forehead and he grimaced his teeth. But satisfaction would not come and he stopped in confusion. Bulma twisted around to look at him in disbelief. He let go of her and she fell onto the bed. He sat beside her silently and rested his forearms against his knees.

"What were you trying to do?" she asked still sprawled disgracefully on the bed. Vegeta looked at her disheveled body, hair, and flushed cheeks and it all excited him further. His cock was absolutely painful now.

"I don't know," he answered. Bulma sat up again. Somehow, she couldn't be entirely fearful of this young man. He was confused and her caring side resurfaced. Reaching around Bulma hugged him and rested her head against his shoulder. Vegeta looked at her inquisitively out of the corner of his eye.

"Have you ever met another woman before?" she asked quietly.

"No. You're the only one," he answered.

"Well, it is fun to play with you. We can play together if you want," Bulma stated cheerfully. She instinctively knew he wouldn't hurt her. If that was in his nature, he would have already forced himself on her by now. "But, I do need to go home eventually. I'm sure my parents are going to be worried to death, but maybe we can send them a message or something. This could be very interesting," Bulma grinned wickedly at Vegeta. He smirked back at her but made no move of his own. "You just seem sort of…frustrated," she giggled and slowly moved her hand towards his lap.

Vegeta was incredibly aware of her hand's movement. As it drew closer and closer to the bulge in his pants his breathing became heavier. Bulma smiled as she clasped it. Vegeta gasped and held onto the bed for support. Slowly easing his growing cock and firm balls out, Bulma began her work. Simultaneously she began to kiss his neck where it met his shoulder. He began to grunt and moan loudly as she used on hand to pump up and down his shaft rapidly; the other hand was used to gently fondle his balls. Vegeta forced himself to hold back screams. It was almost too intense to bear.

"I'm only 17 Vegeta but I've picked up a thing or two. Mind you, I'm still inexperienced myself, but I can do this for you," Bulma purred into his ear and increased the rate of her sliding hand. Vegeta's balls became harder and drew themselves closer to his engorged cock. Bulma could feel it throbbing in her hand. His eyes were clenched shut and his head thrown back.

Bulma herself could feel similar rushes of pleasure emanating from her softest and most delicate area between her thighs. Watching him moan and gasp had an effect on her as well. The idea that she was giving him this amount of intense pleasure added to her own.

At last Vegeta couldn't take it anymore and felt as if an enormous wave pushed through his body. He froze completely with his mouth still parted in the midst of calling Bulma's name. He grunted again as he came.

At last it was all over and Vegeta was left looking hazily at a very satisfied Bulma. An air of pride surrounded her which unnerved him. He owed all of this to her. He was by no means in control. But despite these reservations, while gasping for air he hesitantly wrapped his arm around her and held her closer to enjoy her warmth. Bulma sighed and snuggled closer. Whatever happened, it would be interesting. Vegeta looked down on her blue head and grew excited again thinking of the possibilities. It had been many years since he had last been allowed to play.