Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. This work of fiction is meant for entertainment purposes only.

Author's note: Actually I re-read that last chapter which I wrote almost exactly a year ago, and I decided it wasn't that bad. Not as bad as I remembered anyway. So, here's the deal. I will update this story. But please, try out my other story "Daughter of Goku Enemy of Mine." It has a more interesting character development in my opinion. Not a lemon, but I think it's sexier.

Chapter 9

"We have a problem, woman," Vegeta yawned lazily. He casually laced his fingers through her hair as she rested against his arm. They sprawled on his bed, the sheet half-exposing both of their naked bodies. Bulma nuzzled the Prince and smelt his body.

"You stink, Vegeta," she laughed and wrinkled her nose. His body was covered in a hazy film of sweat. But Bulma found the smell strangely satisfying and continued to breathe deep. Vegeta smirked. The woman had no idea that she was inhaling pheromones, a biologic technique the saiyans used to draw their prospective mates into a life-long bond. Eventually, she would feel withdrawn and empty if not exposed to his "stench." It was odd though, Vegeta had thought the pheromones would only be shared between fellow saiyans.

"I wonder why humans and saiyans seem to work together so well, when we're so different," he thought idly to himself. He shook his head out of the biological reverie, and pinched her nipple. Bulma yelped and smacked his hand away. She glared at the Prince who had suddenly taken back his old, grumpy façade.

"I mean it, pay attention to me," he ordered. Bulma huffed and slid out of bed. She pulled on her clothes with her back to Vegeta, but he could tell by her side-long glances that she was listening. "Freeza has ordered me back to earth."

"Perfect!" Bulma yelled, spinning around to face the saiyan. However, she had only managed to get her top pulled just over the tips of her breasts, but the very soft undersides were exposed to a very flustered looking Vegeta. "Then we can go back home and get out of this place. You can stay with me at Capsule Corp," she continued. But Vegeta only growled and pulled the t-shirt down forcefully.

"No, listen to me fool. I'm being sent to purge the planet."

Bulma stared at him blankly. She waved her hand in disbelief, but her face had begun to fall. "No, I know you seem tough, but you're a softy. And you wouldn't blow up Earth. We took care of you."

"No, you're right I wouldn't blow up the Earth. But I will have to kill all of its inhabitants," Vegeta replied blandly.

"But I know you won't," Bulma began, her voice becoming more shrill. "That's my home. And if you want any more fun," she growled, as fierce as a saiyan, pointing to the bed. "Then you will leave Earth alone."

Vegeta let his head fall onto his knees. He rubbed his calves absently. "Woman, the reason I came to Earth in the first place was to escape Freeza. I tried to rebel and you saw the results."

Bulma's throat closed tight. He had been so bloody and broken. And he obviously hadn't been thinking straight at the time, he had been so complacent and out of character. "Maybe this is a problem," she conceded and knelt before the Prince. Vegeta looked up from the floor and nearly bumped heads with Bulma. She was nibbling her lip. But she snapped her fingers and rose above the Prince, who already looked defeated.

"Well, I know how you can beat Freeza," she laughed. Vegeta stormed out of bed and knocked her lightly to the wall. He held her delicate body by the throat.

"This is not a laughing matter. I don't care who dies, but…" Vegeta couldn't finish the sentence. Maybe it was the way Earth had reminded him so much of Vegeta-sei with its abundant oceans and lush valleys. Or maybe, he felt honor bound to protect the people, Bulma and her family, who had protected him when he likely would have died if he had not been found so quickly. Or maybe he just wanted to continue to get laid. Whatever the reason, he felt somehow bound to Earth. For the first time in a very long while, he wasn't ready to kill thoughtlessly. All those faces and places on Earth meant something now. And it was all Bulma's fault. He released her.

"The Dragon Balls, Vegeta," Bulma said finally. She quickly explained the balls' power, and the numerous occasions they had saved her and her friends in the past. "Wish to be stronger than Freeza. Or wish him to die. Or ask to be immortal. Whatever it is, there are ways," she spat, rubbing her throat. Vegeta felt the pangs of remorse, and rubbed his head against her shoulder as a substitute for the apology he would never give.

"That sounds too easy. It won't work," Vegeta answered softly. They were just too good to be true.

"Well then I could try seducing Freeza," Bulma offered, shaking her hips. This drove Vegeta into a mad fury. He ground against her and quickly lifted her body so her legs wrapped around his waist.

"No, no one can have you but me," he roared, pumping his shaft into her. Bulma smiled gleefully and let her head hang back in delight.

"Who's in control now," she chuckled to herself. Even Vegeta was aware that he had been played. The woman was riding this buck to his fullest. Perhaps after his crash landing had been an accident. Maybe, it had all been her little game. Whatever the truth, it excited Vegeta. He hated to be controlled by Freeza. But this little dame meant to control him with sex, he would let her and enjoy the fun.

"Fine, we will try the Dragon Balls. I will tell Freeza I'm bringing you back to purge you with the rest of the planet. That will throw him off the trail," Vegeta barely managed to speak. A groan escaped his pursed lips. Bulma began to stroke his face.

"And then you'll be all mine."

"Already am, but I will make you pay someday."