Chapter Twenty:

Bulma had fallen asleep before the prince had even left the room, so when she woke to his warm body beside her, she wondered if he'd even left her at all. He was naked, and the white towel he'd wrapped around her was bunched up at her back. Her naked front faced him as he slowly breathed, fast asleep.

Bulma looked down at herself. Her breasts were nothing special. She was a decent size, sure, but laying on her side, they just looked boring to her, scrunched up against the bed. Her nipples poked forward, awfully flat in that moment. The blanket was over them both, and the bed felt just as small as she thought it would be.

Memories from the night before finally hit her as her half-asleep mind became less blurry as she woke up. She'd stripped right in front of him… She'd been completely naked for the prince for the first time in her life. Sure, he'd caught glimpses of her, but she was always quick to cover herself. And the way his eyes had roamed over her body. He head hurt a little, but she had no problems remembering how he'd stared down at her body. And how he'd taken her under the hot, running water, and cleaned her. How he'd bent down and washed her legs, and ran his hands through her hair. And now, as he lay beside her, both of them fully nude. She looked down at herself again and noticed her nipples had hardened a bit.

She let her gaze wander to his face. Thankfully, the covers on the bed covered up to his chest, and she managed to pull them up to her shoulders. But she reached one of her hands out from under them and gently cupped the side of his face, staring at him.

Without warning, he slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at her. She gulped and stared back.

"Do you feel ill?" he asked, turning onto his side. The blanket on him fell slightly, revealing more of his bare chest. Bulma found herself wondering if he was hard now, but she did her best to keep her eyes on his face.

"M… My head hurts a bit, but I'm not so fuzzy anymore…" She paused for a moment and retracted her hand from his face. "I don't know what came over me… I'm sorry I did that yesterday. I shouldn't have acted so…" She was about to say 'slutty,' but she didn't need any extra comments about it from the prince.

Instead of replying, he just closed his eyes and stayed silent for a few moments. Bulma wondered what he was thinking, but before she could even consider asking, he opened them again and locked his eyes with hers. He wasn't intimidating her, or trying to act high and mighty. In fact, he looked tired.

"Do you… want to get some more rest?" she slowly asked him, but he tugged the blankets further down, so that they rested on his lower hips. Bulma knew if she looked down now, she'd be able to tell if he was erect or not, but she didn't dare. She held her side of the blanket up, so that it still covered her breasts, and just stared back at him. Something was in the air… tension? She couldn't tell, but it felt like she was just waiting for… something. "Ve…geta?" she breathed.

She heard him lightly exhale for a good 5 seconds, eyes still stuck on her face. But then he just nodded, and his one hand came up to rest on her side, and he pulled her closer in the next moment. She watched his eyes close before her face was pushed into his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat. She could feel his breathing, and his mouth went to her hair. She could feel his breath on her scalp and she released the blanket at his chest to hold him as he pulled her nearer.

And then he pulled back slightly, and his lips met her forehead. And he pulled back more and he trailed his mouth down her temple, breathed near her ear and paused. Bulma shivered and he roamed his lips over her jawline and back up to her mouth, where he paused. She instinctively moved like to kiss him, but he didn't reciprocate. She couldn't help herself when she gently stuck out her tongue and swiped it over his upper lip, and then he gently kissed her back, but stopped again shortly after.

Mouth on mouth, they didn't move. She looked up at him to find his eyes closed and his breathing steady. Did he fall asleep? Bulma closed her eyes and parted her lips and just breathed. And he breathed with her. Every so often, she would just move her lips against his, and he would caress hers gently in reply. But they didn't kiss. Just continued to breathe each other's air and hold each other close.

Was he falling back asleep? Bulma wondered how his heart wasn't racing like hers. How did he not feel the way she did? Like it was hard to keep her breath steady. Like her body felt like exploding right then and there. As if something in her core was screaming at her for more… but more what? She wanted to squirm. Not to get away, but for another, unknown reason. A part of her was getting frustrated, and she didn't understand why. It almost felt like she hadn't eaten in days, but she knew she wasn't hungry enough for food… so what was it?

She moved her lips against his again and added some pressure. He kissed her back, but only slightly, and that wasn't what she craved. She lifted one hand and tangled it in his hair and tried it again, putting more pressure against his mouth. She lidded her eyes and watched the prince open one eye and look at her curiously.

"Please," she breathed, and the prince opened his other eye and just stared at her. She didn't know what she was asking him for, but she couldn't read his expression, either. She just stared back at him, face getting hot. Why was she feeling so embarrassed all of a sudden?

"Please, what?" he then slowly asked, adding his own pressure to the kiss. But before she could reply, he tugged on the blanket, pulling it down to just above her pointed nipples. He moved his hand from her waist to her stomach, and made a path upwards along the sheets, until he was just under her breasts. Bulma suddenly found it hard to breath and broke their kiss, staring at him. He stared back at her, and she felt him slowly move his hands upward. She remained wide-eyed, gaze on his face as she felt him pulled the blanket down. She jumped slightly when she felt his fingertips meet her collarbone and trail circles there. That hungry feeling came back, and she could only meet his eyes, watching her with just as much intentness.

He gently moved his hand, and she felt him trail his pinky downward, and fall between her breasts. He did that a few more times until he brushed the inside of one, trailing his fingernail on her skin and giving her shivers. And then he cupped his hand and gently held underneath one and gave a gentle squeeze there. Bulma pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut, but he didn't stop. His hand cupped her further and his thumb trailed back and forth, getting dangerously close to the center, where that hungry feeling escalated. She opened her eyes and they darted across his face. Did he know what he was doing…? Of course he did… He did this with women all the time… But before she could allow herself to feel bad, the pad of his thumb hit that hard center and she gasped, her chest arching forward into him. Her face got hot in an instant and she made to pull away from him, but he steadied her and instead lead her to lay on her back. Her breathing was already rapid, and her eyes wide, but without a second thought, he ran his thumb over her again and she yelped, quickly bringing a hand up to cover her mouth.

"Don't," Vegeta whispered. "Let me hear you."

And he did it again. She muffled her next cry, but slowly removed her hand from her face and stared at him. This was the hunger. This was what she craved…? But she didn't even know what this was…

"Vegeta, I-" She gasped again when he pinched her nipple between the inside of his pointer finger and the tip of his thumb. She felt his nail scrape her gently there and her mouth opened. And he kept rolling her delicate skin around, and she felt as if she couldn't close her mouth. Her breathing was hard and she couldn't stop the noises coming out of her. Her body felt tense and something hot was happening between her legs. "Vegeta," she gasped again, but he removed his hand, and before she knew what was happening, his mouth was clamped over her nipple, and she felt his tongue swirling around her there. And just when she thought it was all calming down, he sucked her there, and she yelped louder, her chest arching upwards into him. His tongue began to swipe over her and she squirmed at the feeling, but this was her hunger. This was what she'd been craving, and she didn't want him to stop.

He suddenly reached for her hand, gripping the sheets beside her, and pulled her hand under the covers. She hardly realized it, when he placed her open palm over his warm erection and squeezed her hand around him. But she understood… He felt that hunger, too. He felt whatever need this was alongside her and she was the only one who could help him. When he released her hand, she gently stroked him, and felt his hot breath erupt over her breast. His tongue went back to work and she began to pant. How could something so small affect the rest of her this way? Her whole body was on overdrive. Everything felt sensitive, and that core feeling… she still felt that hunger.

"Aaa…" he breathed over her again, and she realized she'd grabbed him tighter as her body tensed, but she didn't loosen her grip. She pumped him slowly and listened to his ragged breathing against her chest. But his tongue was doing something to her. He reached up with his hand and pinched her other nipple, and Bulma felt that heat between her legs turn very, very wet. She squirmed on the bed, and closed her legs tightly shut. What was that? And his free hand trailed down her side to her waist and Bulma froze. Now what…?

She tried to focus on what she was doing, as he didn't move his other hand, and he was easing up on her nipples. She brought her free hand back up to his hair and ran her fingertips along his scalp. He sighed and leaned into her, and she went back to moving her other hand, over and over, until his breathing changed and he started to pant.

But what was all this? He wasn't fucking her. This wasn't sex. This was nothing she'd ever seen him do with any of the women that came to his room. This was something else, but it felt amazing. It felt so intimate. It made her feel important… special. The prince never did anything like this with his whores… So, why her?

She moved her hand faster until he had to move his mouth from her breast to breathe. He rolled further onto his side and put his mouth right next to her ear, breathing heavily as he started to moan for her. He kept pinching her nipple between his fingers, making that wetness grow in her heat. But she didn't slow her own movements, and after a couple minutes, the prince let out a delicious noise in her ear, almost like a whimper. And his body curled inwards toward her. His hand on her waist slid forward along her stomach and Bulma froze for a second as he neared that wet heat. But when she paused, he did as well, and she didn't want him to stop.

She stuck out her tongue and swiped it over his lips, and his lidded eyes looked up at her. She went back to stroking him and he shut his eyes with another slight whimper. His body was so ridged and tight. She gripped him harder and he pursed his lips, groaning. And then he slid one finger along her hipbone.

"Don't stop, baby," he whispered, panting, eager, and Bulma froze for a second at the unexpected word but she didn't stop.

His fingertips did circles around her hipbone as his hand danced lower and that hunger grew. She pumped him faster, feeling his own lubrication between her fingers. Another loud moan erupted next to her ear and the wetness grew even more. She needed something… badly. And as his fingertips danced closer to that spot, she knew she was going to get whatever she needed. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes darted to the ceiling as he ran his hand along the inside of her thigh, and neared the center. She felt out of breath, but she could barely breathe now. Whatever it was she needed, she needed it now.

"You're so wet…" he panted, "Ah, fuck."

"Please," she begged.

"Don't stop," he said again, and without thinking, she stroked him harder and faster and he grunted into her ear again. "Let me touch you," he breathed, panting, and she just nodded, eyes glued to the ceiling.

"Yes."

Without hesitation, one finger met her center, and Bulma gasped, her entire body tightening and her hand turned motionless.

"Fuck," Vegeta breathed, and she felt him move slightly and cried out, body arching. His mouth clamped over hers and he rolled on top of her, but she panicked and pushed against him. "I won't," he panted, nodding once at her before locking their lips together again. "Fuck," he breathed again, and she realized she'd let go of him. She reached between them and began stroking him again, eager to get back to whatever he'd been doing to her, as well.

But as soon as he moved his long finger against her apex again, she lost all feeling, and cried out and released him once more. But this time he didn't pause, and his finger kept moving, and she realized why he'd rolled on top of her. Her body wouldn't cooperate with her. She couldn't stop squirming. Everything felt like a livewire, and she couldn't stop the screams that kept coming out of her mouth.

"Vegeta!—" she cried, but he clamped his mouth over hers again and held her body down with his own.

"Come on," he breathed beside her, his own breath still ragged and heavy. But come on, what? What was happening to her? Her body was tensing and relaxing at what felt like a thousand times per second, and she didn't know what she craved, but it was getting closer and closer and she needed it so badly. His one finger moved back and forth so quickly, vibrating her down there and it was bringing her closer to whatever this was and she didn't want it to end, but she wanted something. It was almost too much to bear.

"Vegeta—Vegeta—Vegeta—" She didn't know what else to say, but she couldn't stop anything from coming out of her mouth. She needed air. She had to scream. She had to cry out. She couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Good girl," he growled, and whatever she had, she lost it. Bulma screamed like death was at her door and her body convulsed over and over. She couldn't stop it. Her mouth felt dry and her back arched into him and twitched a couple of times before staying put. She couldn't relax herself, and she was still moaning as he slowed his fingers. Her legs kept squirming and her breathing wasn't slowing down. Her breath came out in parts and she felt him push upward down there and hold her, and it made her convulse again. And again.

"Aaa…" she breathed, opening her eyes and looking into his, almost panicky. Her breathing was still ragged, and her body twitched every few moments. She couldn't close her mouth. She needed air. But with every exhale came a slight moan. "Vegeta," she said, his eyes still on her face. His breathing was heavy, too. And she suddenly realized she'd let go of him before. The sensations had been overwhelming, but that hunger she felt… He must feel it, too. He must feel it, still. Was that what he always felt whenever he was near her back home? Whenever he was frustrated or close to her… she felt like now she could understand why. That feeling of indescribable need…

She reached up and gently held him. He was still hard and warm. And he didn't even flinch until she started moving her hand up and down against him, her knuckles scraping below his stomach. She could feel his muscles pulsing against the back of her hand and suddenly she thought about what they'd just done. It wasn't even sex… Sex was… she looked down at him well aware that his eyes were still glued to her. She'd just had an orgasm… A real orgasm. She'd never imagined it would be that intense. Every time she pictured herself with Yamcha, she'd pictured something much calmer. Something peaceful and relaxing. But with Vegeta… she felt like an animal. Carnal, ravaging sensations. Nothing like anyone else in the world could make her feel. Strong desires pulsed through her, like now she knew what she could have with him and her body was excited for more.

His breathing was back to erratic and his head dropped, his forehead pressing against her bare chest. But somehow she knew, his hunger was different. He wanted her. And she finally knew what that meant. That dull ache inside of her. She thought it was satisfied with that intense explosion of sensations, but deep inside, she craved the same thing. And she'd just been on the receiving end of it… She'd let go of him at the end, and she shouldn't have. But she couldn't control herself. She couldn't control her body…

"I want you," she suddenly breathed, back to panting at the feel of him. She could feel every bump, every ridge between her fingers and she moved her hand faster. He closed his eyes and his lips remain parted as he breathed, his chest heaving every moment or so. But he didn't move, so she wondered if he'd even heard her properly. "Vegeta…" she said, squeezing him harder. "I want you."

"Next time," he quickly breathed, and Bulma's brain hit the pause button… Next time? All this time, he wanted her, and he made that abundantly clear, and the moment she said he could have her, he says… next time?

"Vegeta, I—"

"Don't stop," he panted, and he lifted his head enough to kiss her hard. He backed off for a moment and looked at her, eyes lidded as she stroked him. "I want you, too." He kissed her again for a few moments before backing off again. "Let's… just…" He paused to squeeze his eyes shut when she pumped him faster. And she thought she understood what he meant. She was in the moment. They both were. She'd just had her first real orgasm and she felt like she was on a high. She'd just offered herself to him. Everything she told herself she would fight against. She suddenly remembered all the reasons she'd had for not wanting to give herself to the prince like that, but here, in this place, after all that, it was different. It felt different. But maybe it wouldn't feel different in a few hours… Was he trying to protect her, again? Since when did she start to realize how much he cared?

"Fuck," he grunted, and his body convulsed the same as hers did. Over and over, and his warm liquid squirt out over her stomach and up to her chest. He leaned down and met his lips hard with hers, as if he needed the contact to survive. She slowly backed her hand away as he convulsed a few more times and finally collapsed on top of her. He still held a good amount of his weight, but he remained on top of her, panting heavily. That's what she'd done for him the last time, too. Every time this happened, that hunger… That's what he felt. She couldn't imagine what it was like to feel that hunger again and not do anything about it. Was that what she'd been making him do this entire time? She suddenly couldn't blame him for always being so frustrated and on-edge around her.

After a few minutes more of panting, the prince lifted his weight off of her and looked down. "You need to shower," he said bluntly, and Bulma raised an eyebrow.

"So do you." She paused, realizing that might have sounded like an invitation and whispered, "Next time…" But she understood why he'd stopped. And why he didn't take her before. This was why. Coming off her high, she wasn't sure she'd want to anymore. Not right now at least. And all of her insecurities and doubts and all the reasons why this wouldn't work out came rushing back to her as the explosion of animal instincts and desires left her.

"Go," he said, rolling off her. "I'll throw these away," he said, gripping the sheets at his sides. And Bulma looked down, realizing there was a huge wet spot between her legs. She felt her face get hot, and immediately regretting it when she turned to Vegeta, who looked back at her as he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked between his fingers. "Go… before I do something I shouldn't," he whispered, and Bulma just nodded and jumped up from the bed, hurrying to get the sticky white strips off her chest, and hoping to undo the slight warmth between her legs.

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They were back in one of the shady places. Lights danced around them and loud music played, and as usual, no one was moving to the beat of the songs. Bulma wondered why they had to keep showing up to places like these for whatever the prince was looking for. She still didn't understand much about what was going on or why he felt the need to come here. But again, he dragged her towards one of the backrooms, and to her surprise, a couple of the men waiting there were the same as some they'd already spoken with.

"So," a chubby man said, leaning back in his chair so far is started to creak and crack. "We've come up with a proposition for you… You want our King. And we just want our planet to be safe from your people. Therefore, I think we can make some kind of an agreement, seeing as you are next in line for the throne on your planet. However, we've dealt with your kind before, and I'm well aware that Saiyans like to go back on their word… so we'll need a little something to hold you to it. How does that sound?"

Vegeta crossed his arms and sneered. "If I can guarantee your planet and your peoples' safety, you'd just…. give me Broly? And how does your so-called king feel about you betraying him like this?"

"Naturally, he wouldn't know," the man smirked. "We simply do what's best for our people."

"And you think… he wouldn't have sent people to watch you. To make sure he stays hidden?" Vegeta's voice dropped. "You think you can trust everyone in this room?" He looked around and smirked at the men in front of him. "How long have you even known each other? You think your friend here," he motioned to the man sitting next to the chubby spokesperson, "wouldn't go straight to Broly, with news of your betrayal that could give him wealth for the rest of his life? Or security and protection. Or anything his weak, little heart desires? A wife, maybe?" Vegeta chuckled.

"M-My men are loyal to me," the man stammered. He looked around at his men for a moment, and then slammed his fist on the table and stood. "Are you going to take me up on my offer or are we going to have a war on our hands now?!"

"My father is going to take your planet whether you like it or not. Whether Broly says he will protect your people or not. Sure, he can kill a military camp full of sleeping warriors and a few weak Earthlings, but do you really think he can defend you against all of Planet Vegeta's armies?" The prince laughed. "I'll give you an offer of my own. If you give me what I want, I won't kill you the next time I come here."

Bulma paused at what she'd just heard. Broly… was the Saiyan that murdered those Earthling females in the military camp… He was the reason that the king was holding the Earthling matings every month. This terrible Saiyan killed some of his own, and some of her people, too, and fled to this planet? Was that the real reason the prince had to come here… To find this traitor? Who was somehow protecting this planet, and in return they made him a king? Things just got awfully confusing…

"…don't think it would be wise to threaten us unless your armies are on our doorstep," one of the men said.

Vegeta smirked and raised his open palm to them. "I am an army."

He blasted the table in front of the men and some of them jumped back, cowering in fear. The old wood was mere ashes now, and a bit of smoke came up from where it had stood. He pointed his hand at one of the men, who immediately got on his knees and placed hi forehead to the ground, whispering something inaudible.

"Vegeta…" Bulma said quietly. He wouldn't really murder these people… right? But as he lowered his hand and dropped his arm to his side, a few of their gazes fell on her… Had they heard her speak?

"This female—"

"Enough chitchat," the prince spat. "Bring me Broly. This is your last chance. I'll be back tomorrow." A few of the men mimicked the other and placed their heads to the ground as Vegeta turned and walked out of the room. "Woman!" he called to her, but before she followed him, she turned back around… to find each of the men peering up at her with strange eyes. They watched her as she hurried out of the room…

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"Why are we here?" Bulma shouted over the loud music. The lights danced in her face and she was momentarily blinded every few seconds. It was hard to hear, see or smell anything around her, but Vegeta remained in front of her and she knew he wouldn't leave her alone.

She felt him lean down to her ear and reply, "The other place was boring. Plus, this was fun last night, no?" He pulled back and Bulma saw a small cup in his hand. He downed it in one gulp and somehow had another one in his other hand. He drank that one, too. Bulma stuck out the tip of her tongue, remembering how bad that drink had tasted last night…

"You… want me to drink?" she slowly asked, watching him down another. Maybe it would be her turn to watch him tonight, she sighed. But then wondered what the prince would be like if he was drunk… He was handing her a small cup and she reluctantly took it. She sniffed it once and looked at it. It wasn't the same orange stuff as before, and it didn't smell bad at all. She took a sip and blinked a few times. "Not bad," she smiled, and the prince grabbed another and spun her around, putting her back to his front. She stood still for a moment, but then swayed with the beat of the music. He reached around her and handed her another cup, and she took it. She held it for half a minute, staring at the clear liquid inside, and then drank it in one gulp. She tossed the cup to the ground and felt his hands on her hips. He wasn't dancing, but he pulled her into him, and she felt him against her backside.

She looked up and over her shoulder as he had another drink and tossed the cup. She didn't know how many he had, but he did say that Saiyans have a super high tolerance for these kinds of things, so she didn't let herself get worried. Instead, she focused on him pushing into her backside, and the feeling of his hands on her hips. He fingertips danced there like they'd done earlier in bed…

Immediately, Bulma felt that heat erupt in her core and she whipped around to face him, eyes wide. But it was as if he could feel her, because his face turned into a slight smirk and he leaned down to breathe against her neck. He placed his hands back on her hips and pulled her flush against him, and she could still feel his erection.

This was insane… Back on his home planet, she would have never expected anything like this. But here… The prince and her had already taken steps she would have never considered. He'd touched her. She'd asked him to… And dear god, it was the best feeling she'd ever had in her life. And here she was, swaying back and forth, getting tipsy and watching him smirk as he held her. She found herself wishing they could stay here forever. Leave Planet Vegeta and the Saiyans and the matings and all their problems in the dust and stay on this planet, where relationships weren't just commonplace, but expected. Where she could allow herself to feel free to express how much she cared for this man, and he was free to hold her in front of crowds… and she could be his only…

Before she could even start to feel the sad energy wash over her, the prince dragged his lips from her neck to her jawline and met her mouth with his. She parted her lips and held him back, lifting one hand to brush through his hair as he moaned into her mouth. The drinks were definitely having some kind of effect on him, because he was making noises just from kissing her, and usually he was more stoic about it.

But then she noticed a man holding out another cup from the crowd, and Vegeta took it and swallowed it in one gulp without thinking. And Bulma followed the man's arm to a body, and recognized the man from back in the room before. He looked frightened, but soon hurried to get away.

"Wait…," she said, looking up at the prince. "Vegeta? Do you feel okay?"

"Mhm," he muttered, and staggered in one direction. Bulma's eyes darted around the room as she tried to hold him.

"I think… you shouldn't have had all those… Where did they keep coming from?" But the prince just shrugged and staggered the same way, one more time. Bulma reached for him and tried to help him stand straight, but he ended up holding onto her and she staggered with him, once more. "Whoa…" she suddenly said, her vision going a bit blurry. Oh god, she'd had some of it, too… "Vegeta, maybe we should… go…" She could hear her own breathing. Why was it so loud in her ear?

And then her knees hit the floor, and someone grabbed her from under her arms and lifted her like a sack of potatoes. She felt her head drop. Why was her head so heavy? She tried calling out for the prince, but she couldn't make any noise. She tilted her head to the side to see someone trying to help Vegeta to his feet, but they had a needle. "Vegeta!" she suddenly blurted, making a futile effort to lunge at the man, and the prince snapped to attention. He took a sturdy step, but the man stuck the needle in his side and the prince's leg gave out. He immediately turned and grabbed the man, hauling him to the ground and snapping his neck. Vegeta looked up at her, eye's half-lidded. Bulma heard a few people shout, but the prince fell face-first to the floor in the next moment. And after another few seconds, her head slumped sideways, and she was out cold.

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Hello readers!

Oooooooof, it's been way too long. Haha. But this is definitely one of my favorite stories, so I'll probably be updating this one the most. I think this will be the first one I want to finish since I'm back now. It has such a nice plot. LOL. I just re-read the story today and remembered where I wanted it to go, and even how I want it to end. So, hopefully this will work out well. Maybe when it's finished, I'll set it up for a sequel that I can start later on, but I love this story soooo much. Haha. I almost forgot all about it. :C

Thank you all for your support over the past couple years where I've barely been around. I know this fanbase was pretty big. This one and "The First Bride," which I'll be getting around to next. Haha. That one and this one, I definitely want to finish first, so I'll be working on that, for the most part. And I hope you guys are excited to read moreeeee. Hehe.

Yours Truly,

-Light