The Worlds Smartest

This Is The Enforcer Speaking,

Wow, I'm so amazed at all the reviews and great compliments I've received so far. I would like to again offer a special thanks to…

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If I have some how missed replying to anyone who reviewed I apologize a zillion times over, I love that people are enjoying this story so much! Also I updated chapter 1 just a little, added a disclaimer and corrected some mistakes I noticed in it but nothing that requires anyone to reread it. I hope everyone one enjoys this chapter as much as the last ones.

Now On To The Story…

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The days crept by with an agonizing slowness. Bulma lost track of time and didn't really care to know what happened outside of the room's walls. She didn't know where Vegeta was staying or what he was doing.

Bulma hadn't felt the desire to do anything since that day he left. She hadn't eaten, slept or trained just as the Prince told her. Oh, she'd tried to eat and had thrown the food back up, she'd tried to sleep and lay awake for hours. Most of her motivation got used up everyday just bathing. The only productive thing she managed to do was look up Earths current date. It shocked her to discover that she'd missed her eighteenth birthday by about a month. Happy freaking birthday.

She was growing weak, but Bulma kept telling herself it would go away, it would wear off. She just needed to stay away from him but it was hard and got harder with each passing day.

One night, as Bulma lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, she decided she couldn't stay in the room any longer. She just couldn't.

It was around 0300 and the lights all through the ship would be dimmed or down. Very few Saiyans would be up and around. She would wear what she wanted. Bulma dressed in her black kimono and hakama. With her swords belted around her waist she left the room.

Bulma walked for what seemed like hours, creeping around various corridors of the ship but found herself inexplicably drawn to the throne room. She stood outside the door and could feel him in there. It wasn't the over powering sensation of him in her mind but the simple knowledge of his presence, of his agony and need.

Bulma leaned her forehead against the closed doors and fought the urge to go to him. Walk a way, she told herself, but she couldn't. Fighting wasn't an option anymore. The despair that swallowed her whole for the past days intensified. She was doomed no matter what happened.

Why couldn't she be back on Earth? The Earth before the Saiyans had come. Why did she have to feel this way towards such a creature as Vegeta?

Bulma laid her hand on the scanner. It ran down her hand and the doors slid open.

A frigid burst of air met her and Bulma shivered. It was freezing in the room and all the lights were out. The only illumination came from passing galaxies. Why was it so cold? Bulmas breath came in little white puffs of frozen air as she stepped further into the room. The doors slid shut behind her and she jumped.

She had the sudden feeling that something was wrong and Bulma always listened that feeling. Bulma drew her Katana in one smooth motion. It was so dark and the room so large that shadows filled most of it.

"Vegeta?" Her voice echoed.

A hair-raising growl answered her. Bulma froze, listening. Bare feet slapped against the floor coming from her right. Bulma spun around and saw Vegeta standing in the half-light in nothing but his training shorts.

The look on his face was ferial; he bared his teeth and came for her.

Bulma moved backwards her Ki flowing around her and her sword.

"Vegeta no."

He was out of his mind, and Bulma knew that if he got close enough she could use her Katana on him, she could stop him, and she would most certainly have to kill him to do so.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as if Bulma had all the time in the world to make up her mind. She fell back into her stance, brought her sword up, and prepared to use it against the Prince. He was almost to her. She could see it in her mind, the way he'd rush her, the way she would put the sword through his body, through his heart. The way he would die.

Vegeta was two steps away, one step, and Bulma realized she couldn't do it; she couldn't kill him, she couldn't do it because he didn't want to kill her. He just wanted to fuck her.

The blade clanged to the ground a millisecond before Vegeta hit her. He took her to the ground. Panic rushed through her and she struggled against him even though she'd known what was going to happen. She screamed his name trying to get him to focus on reality.

His body was molten hot against hers. Why was he so hot? It came to her like a slap in the face. This was his mating heat. This was what he'd told her about.

Bulma looked into his face and saw Vegeta struggling to think past the animal.

"Why didn't you stay away?" His voice was deep and rough.

"I couldn't." Bulma did her best to lay still.

"If you'd only stayed away…the-heat…" He closed his eyes and his whole body thrummed like a taught wire above hers. "Kill me. Do it now-while I can let you."

Bulmas hand clutched the hilt of her remaining sword but she had already made her choice.

"No."

Vegeta lowered his face to her neck; she felt his teeth and tongue on the bite wound. Bulma shuddered against him.

"Then forgive me."

She felt him lose his control. There was nothing rational left in him and Bulma knew she'd lost him to his beast. He opened his eyes again and turned their burning black depths to her.

He tore her top open, ripped her bra in half, and exposed her breasts.

Her body betrayed her, burning with desire at his touch. Bulma let him tear her remaining sword from her waist and toss it into the darkness.

Watching him in the half-light, kneeling above her, looking both beautiful and dangerous like some dark god, it struck Bulma that she didn't hate him. He'd told her to kill him, would have died to save her from himself. She had come to him of her own free will. So Bulma did the only thing she could do. She let go, let go of her fear, her self-hate, let go of everything she'd ever been. The heat of the bond, of Vegetas need; of her own need poured over her. She gave herself up to it and believed.

Vegeta flipped her over onto her stomach and tore her hakama off. His obvious strength tightened her body, made her desire blaze hotter. His hands were scalding lines up her ribs, cupping her breasts.

She could feel his lust, his hunger, and could no longer be sure where his desire ended and hers began. His tail wrapped around her hips, pulling her ass into the air, forcing Bulma to come up on hands and knees like an offering before him.

The weight of his body settled over hers, his naked cock pressed against her wetness and Bulma wondered briefly when he'd taken off his shorts. Vegeta pushed himself inside of her, tore past her virginity and buried his cock deep within her.

Bulma screamed. It hurt, it hurt so bad, all she wanted to do was get away. She fought to pull away but he held her to him.

Vegeta set his teeth into back of her neck. He bit hard but not hard enough to break the skin. The feeling of it pulled a moan from between Bulmas lips. Her body grew compliant against him. That little voice in her head asked her, do you want him, and she answered it back, yes…

He pulled out of her and thrust back inside, then again, and again. Each thrust faster and more powerful than the last. Her pain began to fade away, replaced but a slowly building pleasure.

She moved with Vegeta pushing herself back against him in time with his thrusts. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed loudly in the room. With each thrust Vegetas cock brought her closer to climax.

Someone was moaning loudly and Bulma realized it was her, but didn't care. She needed more, wanted more.

Vegeta drew her back up against his chest with his free hand. Held her to him as he continued his rhythmic thrusting. Close, so close, she knew she was nearing her peak.

Vegeta thrust into her twice more and Bulma climaxed.

The strength of it tore a cry from her throat. Drew her breath in great gasps, made her body spasm and tighten around Vegetas. In that same instant he struck her neck, sinking teeth into her flesh. She bled for him, fed him and enjoyed it.

Bulma needed to feel her teeth in his flesh as his was in hers. She grabbed his arm without thinking and pulled it to her mouth. Her teeth broke through the soft skin of his wrist and she drank from him.

Orgasm hit her again, catching her by surprise. It brought her screaming, her body felt like it was on fire, like it would never again be cool. Vegeta roared and she knew when he came. She felt him release inside of her. A sense of wholeness, of completeness, filled her.

They collapsed sideways to the floor as one.

Bulma was suddenly exhausted. The days of sleeplessness caught up with her all at once and she slept feeling both warm and safe with Vegetas body still inside hers, his arms and tail wrapped tightly around her. She allowed herself to enjoy him because it would be the only time.

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A/N: Well I hope nobody is offended or freaked out but it is what it is. Also, just in case anyone is wondering no it is NOT supposed to be rape because I do not condone rape in any way. Please R&R because I always enjoy reviews! They make my day