Alright, sorry guys. Things have been pretty rough on me lately. I go to Tulane University in New Orleans and they just canceled the fall semester. It is incredibly depressing to see pictures of the city you love covered in water and full of violence and death. Please donate to the red cross fund. It could be months before New Orleans is back to normal. So many people have lost their houses. I'm selfish, I just want to go back to school and see my friends and go back to living with my boyfriend. But all of that is on hold now. That's why I've had the time to update. Sigh.

All through the night Vegeta had tossed and turned. Bulma's leg kicked nearly continuously in her sleep. Just as his eyes started to close and the emptiness drifted over him he was aroused by a sharp kick against his leg that jolted him awake. Bulma slept soundly, sprawling over the small bed and clutching the sheets against her. Their heads laid next to each other flat on the hard bed.

Bulma's mouth hung open and Vegeta noticed a tiny rivulet of drool was beginning to form at the corner of her supple lips. He couldn't help but smirk and slowly drew one finger up to wipe the spit away. Bulma's lips gently closed around his rough finger and gave it a soft kiss, sucking gently. Sighing loudly Vegeta rolled over and turned away from her, huddling into his scant sheets. She was maddening.

A buzzing alarm sounded suddenly. He rubbed his eyes as the blinding room lights immediately turned on.

"Dammit woman, you literally kept me awake all night," he grumbled. Bulma rubbed her eyes groggily. Her hair laid tousled around her shoulders. Vegeta had intended to continue with the tirade but he was stopped by the mere messy sight of her. He stared openly at her until Bulma focused more clearly on him and frowned. He looked away blushing.

Standing up abruptly the sheets fell away from Vegeta's muscular physique. He stretched his neck to each side and rubbed between his shoulder blades. He dressed quickly into his uniform: armor overtop black spandex. He sat at the foot of the bed as he pulled on his white boots, stamping each foot on the steel floor. Bulma sat up in bed and watched him silently for a moment. She began to thread her fingers through her long blue hair. Vegeta strained very hard to concentrate on his boots.

"What should I do today?" she asked brightly. He glanced over at her and realized that sometime during the night she had shrugged out of her little t-shirt. She was now left daintily holding the edge of the sheet over her body.

"You'll stay here," he answered quietly and stood up before she replied. Bulma glanced around the minuscule room. It was more of a cubicle than anything. The walls were blank. Nothing adorned the room. It was incredibly empty. Her mouth balled into a little piece of contempt as she quickly turned back to Vegeta just as he was about to leave the room.

"I will not stay here! There's nothing for me to do!" she stated angrily. Before he could even turn around Bulma had already stormed out of bed and stood defiantly before him clad only in a tiny pink pair of panties. Vegeta only turned his head and was caught. Her hands rested firmly on her smooth, narrow hips. Her small but perky breasts were thrust proudly forward. She tossed her hair impatiently.

"You'll do as I say, Woman," Vegeta growled over his shoulder. His cock began to harden again, but he forced himself to concentrate.

"No, I'll do what I want and I want to explore this place a little," she snapped back.

Vegeta shook his head and frowned. The thought of Zarbon flashed through his mind. "You're not wandering around. It's dangerous. And if I catch you outside of this room I will punish you," he said darkly. Bulma snorted softly but he noticed her aggressive stance melt away. Her hands dropped to her sides and she became absorbed in tracing the floor with her big toe. Vegeta's sigh was barely perceptible. He glanced longingly at her for a moment. His eyes darted to the messy bed. But he turned around completely, opened the door.

"Your hair is messed up," Bulma called after him softly. Vegeta stopped in the doorway and ran a hand through his startling shock of hair.

That day he was ordered by Frieza to enter the throne room.

"The mission is relatively simple," the horned alien told him. "Rid the planet of sentient life."

"What planet is it?" Vegeta asked quietly with his arms crossed over his chest. He frowned passively. Frieza smirked as he stared out the window onto the dead orange planet.

"Actually, I believe you've already been there. Amazing coincidence really." Vegeta's body immediately tensed. His fists clenched. Frieza chuckled. "Yes, we did find some buyers for the planet Earth. That's where you're little friend is from, isn't it?"

Vegeta suddenly realized that he was growling and gnashing his teeth at the twisted alien. He sunk into a fighting stance and felt his ki rising almost beyond his control. A gold tinged aura began to rise around him.

Frieza looked at him out of the corner of his eye, then turned to face to Saiyan. He began to clap his hands and laugh loudly as if it were all a very funny joke. "This is too rich; you wish to challenge me again? Don't you remember what happened last time?"

Vegeta's ki flow faltered. He grimaced at the memory. He closed his eyes and forced himself to slowly power down. He continued to growl and before he could stop himself he punched at the floor with all his strength. The entire building shook and several enormous cracks radiated from the epicenter of his fist.

"Goodness Vegeta, I didn't expect you to care so much. You're my cold blooded prince," Frieza chuckled softly before waving Vegeta away.

Vegeta stormed through the cold halls, attacking any unfortunate soldier who happened to be in his way. His destruction continued until he was suddenly stopped by a flash of blue that whipped around the corner. Holding a reptilian alien by his throat, poised in mid punch, Vegeta concentrated very hard at that corner. Dropping the alien soldier abruptly to the ground, Vegeta straightened up and stealthily walked down the hallway. He heard faint breathing around the corner.

He stepped around it and bumped against his soft Woman who had her back pressed against the wall. She looked up at him with wide eyes. He stood there for a moment silently gaping at her. Her blue hair was luminous against the harsh white walls. Bulma flushed and looked away. Awoken from his stupor, Vegeta grabbed her arm and began to drag her down the hallways, cursing loudly. Bulma cried out as he jerked her along. She attempted to free herself, but his large hand wrapped itself around her frail wrist like a manacle.

They reached Vegeta's room. He opened the door with the flick of a few buttons and unceremoniously tossed her into the room. He stormed in after her.

"You little wench. I told you to stay in here, Woman. You've defied me," Vegeta yelled angrily.

"There was no way I was just going to stay in here. I'm not your prisoner!" Bulma yelled back.

"How dare you defy me! I'm the Prince of the Saiyans. By all accounts, you are my prisoner and you'll do as I please!" he roared. Bulma backed away from him. The expression on her face had changed to fear. She could see Vegeta's temple throbbing. She stumbled backwards onto the bed, surprised as Vegeta suddenly punched his own palm and clenched at his fist.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. This broke Vegeta's concentration and he looked up at her. He straightened up and looked down on her.

"Come here," he ordered and pointed at the floor space just before him. Bulma hesitated on the bed. She sank back further towards the wall. "Come here, Woman," Vegeta ordered again. Bulma slowly stood up and walked over to him. He grabbed her waist and crushed her towards him. Their faces were pressed nose to nose. His breathing was ragged and unsteady. He bowed his head a little for a moment, then lifted it and planted a soft kiss on her smooth forehead. Bulma's eyes closed and she gasped at the deliciously warm feeling his lips left. A tingling sensation spread through her body. They eyed each other warily.

"Don't leave me," Vegeta whispered so softly that Bulma could barely hear him. She nodded gently and slowly reached up with one hand to gently stoke his cheek. He leaned into her touch and closed his eyes.

With one hand, Vegeta pushed Bulma down to kneel in front of him. She moved smoothly and readied him. Her pouty lips wrapped themselves around his engorged cock. She ran her tongue over him completely, enveloping his member in the soft warmth of her mouth.

"This is your punishment," Vegeta gasped.