YE BE WARNED. YE BE WARNED MATIES!!

Chapter 5

It's peaceful yet deathly silent as midnight rolls around in West City. The sky is an inky black with the moon being slightly obscured by clouds, giving an ominous feel to the evening. Vegeta stands in the gardens, looking up at the sky whilst contemplating the time that's passed since the departure of the woman's "mate" from Capsule Corp.

It's been a month since that time and the Prince spent at least ninety percent of that time striving to get ahead in his training. There were many moments where he felt he wasn't making any progress. It frustrated him greatly to the point where a few times he nearly blasted himself into the cold reaches of space, thinking that the answers lay somewhere in the cosmos yet he remained. Today, however, he noticed something, a leap in his training that he hadn't paid attention to until just before it passed.

Flashback

Vegeta was training against the new model of training bots the woman had designed for him. He must admit, they were significantly better than the older models he had to endure for so painstakingly long. They were more durable and able to anticipate his attacks better so they wouldn't break as easily or quickly.

He threw a few ki blasts at two of them, which they evaded, while the other two were trying to circle behind him, attempting to catch him off guard. Not on his watch. He deliberately turned his back to the two behind him and waited for the tiny telltale whining sound they made before blasting at him. The moment they released he jumped up into the air and the attacks hit the bots he attempted to turn into scrap metal. They fell to the floor, short circuiting before shutting down. Two down…

The last two followed him up and he went on the offensive the same time they did. He punched the one bot to the side and executed a perfect 180 turn to give the other a roundhouse kick. They both fell to the ground but go up just as quickly, flying back up to meet him head on. Disposing of them should've been as simple as sweeping dirt under the rug but he'd expended a lot of his energy training in intense gravity the whole day that he was uncharacteristically sluggish. He had no choice but to power up.

Just as they'd surrounded him, he started powering up, his ice blue aura flaring like wild blue flames around him, balling his hands into fists and raising his arms slightly. "AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!" He roared as he pushed his limits as high as they could go. But it didn't feel like enough! He needed more! A picture of Kakarot in his Super Saiyan form flashed through his mind, taunting him with his status as second best and he felt a sudden burst of energy come forth. A brilliant golden flame replaced his usual blue aura for a millisecond before everything flashed white and the gravity room shook with the intensity of his power.

Vegeta opened his eyes, panting heavily for breath and looked down at the damage before him. The bots were utterly destroyed, lying in ruins below him. He felt a smirk come over his face before he snickered softly, breaking out into almost hysterical laughter afterwards. He'd seen the golden aura before it vanished. He was almost at his peak. Soon the universe would know that there was only one true Super Saiyan. The Prince was ready to take his throne as ruler of the universe, just as he was destined to.

End flashback

It seemed to Vegeta that dedicating most of his time to his training was extremely beneficial. He could almost taste the success of his transformation. It would happen very soon.

The other ten percent of the past month he didn't spend on training however….

He was busy with the woman of course, just not in the way one would expect. Whenever he was around her he would always be sure to hide the desire in his eyes for her. He always presented her with a blank expression when he spoke to her, giving away nothing of what he was thinking. It was irritating because he felt he'd wasted a lot of time playing games in his pursuit for her.

But it was worth it to see her reaction to his cool behavior.

She tried to hide it but at times, he'd catch her gaze before she looked away and he would see that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were slightly dilated. Other times he could smell her arousal start to permeate the air if she gazed at him for too long and thought he didn't notice. Silly woman. If Bulma's senses were half as good as his, she'd have been able to detect his desire for her a long time ago and his nonchalant act would've been shot to hell. For once he was slightly grateful she didn't have that ability.

The game has been played for long enough. It was time to make his true intentions known.

Vegeta felt out for Bulma's ki. Wouldn't you know it, she was wide awake in the living room. The Prince looked up at the sky one last time, gazing at the full moon. He felt his heart beat faster, the power of the Oozaru flowing through his veins, the beast roaring loudly in his spirit, demanding an outlet. He smirked deviously, feeling his fangs elongate slightly. Oh he'd get that outlet. He walked to the building, done with wasting time and headed straight for the living room.

Get ready Bulma.

"There's nothing to watch on this stupid thing! This fucking sucks!" Bulma childishly whined at the TV.

Bulma had been working in her lab the whole day trying to finish off some of her outstanding projects. In the morning she'd walked in to find them stacked into a large pile on her desk, no doubt left by her father. The message was clear: finish your old work before starting new projects. That's what she did the whole day, barely taking breaks for lunch and dinner. Needless to say, the day flew by quickly and she got a lot of work done.

Now she lies on the couch in the living room dressed in a pale pink tank top and navy sleep shorts with her now straight hair in a messy bun on top of her head. She'd tried to sleep earlier on but was too restless, turning this way and that. In the end she gave up and opted to watch TV until her racing thoughts calmed down and she could finally sleep. No such luck so far. And it was all thanks to one person.

Bulma closed her eyes and tried to sort through her head. After Yamcha left, she was nervous that Vegeta was going to try something with her after all the hints he'd been dropping before. All the heated looks and small sensual touches would finally be cast aside in favour of more bold moves, moves that she refused to think about.

So imagine her surprise when nothing of the sort happened. Instead, the Prince just gave her the cold shoulder out of nowhere and opted to train most of the time. Even the times where she did see him, his eyes would be cold and his expression gave away none of his true thoughts. He acted like she didn't exist, only seeking her out when he needed something repaired or replaced in the gravity room. When they argued there was no heat in his gaze, no small smirk on his lips. There was just frustration in his eyes, frustration directed at her. She didn't understand why he was acting like that. More importantly, Bulma didn't understand why she even cared.

'No, I know exactly why I care. I should at least be honest with myself if no one else.'

She opened her eyes and sighed heavily, running her hand up her hair. It was pointless trying to deny her attraction to the Prince, if only to herself. She thought about the way he looked whenever he came into the house for a meal. He'd always come straight from the gravity room and she couldn't rip her eyes away from him and his sculpted body.

Her gaze started at his gravity defying hair, it was bold and unique, refusing to be molded into anything that wasn't who he truly was, to his face that perfectly angular with an aristocratic nose and full pink lips just made for kissing. Then her eyes would roam on his chest, slightly matted with scars and his abs, they were practically made to shred paper the way they were so ripped. She would follow the trails of sweat as they trekked down towards that 'V' just below his naval and disappear down his shorts. Her eyes would then move to his powerful thighs and she couldn't help but wonder how solid they felt.

Even the way he moved, gracefully and swift like a panther was sexy as all get out. It wasn't fair. No man, alien or not, should be allowed to look like that. It was hazardous to a woman's health.

Her dreams were no help either. Almost nightly she would dream of the Prince, her wrists held above her head in his hands, her body trapped beneath his as he fucked her sensuously. She'd always wake up in a sweat, her panties soaked right through. It was both delicious and torturous. More than once, she'd had to use her hand or vibrator to take the edge off, if only a little bit.

But no matter how attracted she was to him, it was now painfully obvious that he wasn't attracted to her at all. She'd come to the conclusion that he acted the way he did before Yamcha left to mess with his head. Now that he's gone there was no point in keeping up with the act. Why he would do that, play childish games with Yamcha's sanity, she couldn't say. Either way, it was time to stop thinking about it.

"Face it girl, you were both played", she said to herself. "Besides, Vegeta's too focused on his goal to achieve Super Saiyan. He's not interested in you, it's all in your head."

Out of nowhere she felt her hackles rise on her arms. She felt him before she heard him speak. "Now why would you say something like that Woman?," Vegeta whispered.

She snapped up straight, now sitting to face the object of her hidden desires leaning on his back against the doorway. There was something different about him tonight, she couldn't place what it was yet. "Vegeta", she said fighting off her wayward thoughts, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough." He replied huskily, not bothering to hide what he's feeling. He started to slowly walk towards Bulma, his gaze set intently on her. She looked into his eyes and hers widened.

She recognized that look. The one that's been missing for a whole month. Fuck.

Since the television was the only light source in the room, half his silhouette was visible while the other half was barely there, giving him a look that lived up to his status as the 'Prince of darkness'. Her heart started beating faster at the sight, but not from fear.

No way, this was NOT happening. She needed to move. ASAP.

"Well Vegeta, it's late and I'm tired so whatever you want is going to have to wait until tomorrow morning." She was proud of the casual note in her voice. She attempted to stand from the couch and leave the room. Attempted being the key word because the next moment, Vegeta had moved to her in a flash, putting his hands on top of the couch on either side of her head, effectively caging her in, and moved his face closer to hers.

She leaned back, bumping into the back of the couch, trying to keep some distance between the two of them. "What are you doing?" she whispered softly.

"Shhh", Vegeta gently placed his index finger on her lips, "I'm doing what you've been silently asking me to do for a long time." He moved his gaze to her pink lips for a moment before moving it back to her sapphire eyes that were filled to the brim with desire.

"Don't think that I didn't notice any of those looks you gave me when you thought I wasn't aware. I could always smell your arousal in the air around us though you tried to hide with an act of nonchalance."

Bulma's eyes widened at that statement. She always knew that saiyan senses were above those of a human but she didn't think they were THAT powerful.

Before she could dispute him, Vegeta's face was suddenly very close to hers, so close in fact that she could feel his hot breath brushing against her neck. She barely managed to suppress a shiver at the feeling. The Prince started to move his finger slowly down her torso. "Of course you were about to tell me how wrong I am, that I must be imagining all these things I just mentioned. As much as you can try and lie to me verbally, your body tells me a very different story. Your breathing for instance, like now, increases when I'm close to you."

"Well obviously. Wouldn't you get a little jumpy if someone was in your personal space?" She argued weakly. Vegeta smirked seductively, his onyx eyes burning with lust so hot, she could feel her insides turning to molten lava. She rubbed her thighs together to try and get some relief. Vegeta saw this and his smirk widened, the cocky bastard.

He carried on, leaving her question unanswered, "Your breasts would be a dead giveaway, with them always coming out to greet me." He circled one of her erect nipples over her top at that moment, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Her heart was beating fast with forbidden excitement. She wanted so badly to just throw caution to the wind and jump him but she sat, held back by an invisible force, unable to bring herself to move from his ministrations.

Vegeta moved his finger down her abdomen at a torturous pace, getting closer to his goal. He was holding on to his self control by sheer will alone. The scent of Bulma's desire was driving him crazy with lust. He took a deep breath and carried on. He was almost there. "But the best and most obvious part remained hidden away from me but was always present to you right...", he slipped his hand into her shorts, through her soaking wet panties and ran a finger down her moist slit, "...here."

Bulma was breathing heavily trying to get oxygen into her lungs. She felt dizzy, her head spinning with desire. He'd barely touched her and she was ready to explode. It was insane. She gulped some, leaning her head backwards and unintentionally exposed her neck.

The Prince saw this, bent his head down and planted a few hot kisses on the base of her neck and moved up slowly. A small moan escaped Bulma's lips at the feeling and she bent her head back a bit more, giving him more access. She felt his lips turn up in a small grin before he moved his lips to her ear. He caught her lobe with his canines and pulled, the sharp points piercing her skin a bit, releasing a tiny amount of blood. He licked it off and growled at the taste of her essence, causing her to release a shiver from the sound.

Vegeta pulled his head back slightly and looked into her half lidded eyes once more before leaning forward and kissing her gently on her lips. He nearly moaned at the feel of her soft lips against his, their plush feeling making him wonder how they would feel wrapped around a certain part of his anatomy. He pulled back once more to catch his breath a bit when he heard her whisper his name in a desirous plea.

"Vegeta…"

That was all he needed to hear. He crushed his lips back on to hers and kissed her passionately and this time she responds. He ran the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip, silently asking her to open her mouth. She accepted and he wasted no time going in and exploring her moist cavern.

Bulma was blown away by how hot their kiss was. Never in a million years would she have imagined that Vegeta of all people could make her feel this way. This put all of her dreams to shame.

The Prince wrapped his other arm around her body and laid her down on the couch, with him on top of her. His other hand, still inside her shorts, started moving again. He ran two fingers up and down her slit, occasionally brushing against her clit. He pulled his head back and watched her as he plunged his fingers into her hot depths. She moaned and spread her legs some more to give him better access. That was his cue to start moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. He moved at a slow pace, too slow for her apparently since she started squirming against his hand, trying to get him to move faster.

He stopped.

Bulma snapped her eyes open to see him staring down at her with a overly satisfied look in his eyes, his ever present smirk looking downright sinful at that moment. "Tsk tsk tsk. Trying to rush me, are you? Next time you do that I'll just stop again. And again. You get the picture. Are we clear Bulma?" She nodded her head, body clenching at the sound of her name on his lips. "Good girl", he whispered in his rich baritone voice. All of a sudden..

RIP!

Bulma gasped and looked down in shock to find her top had been torn right down the middle. 'When did he even move his hand?!'

Vegeta chuckled at her surprised expression and bent his head to place open mouthed kisses on the top of breasts. She sighed at the the pleasurable feeling, her ruined top instantly forgotten. The Prince moved down and captured one nipple his mouth the same time he started moving his fingers again. Bulma cried out and grinded her hips against his hand, moving in time with his now quick thrusts.

Vegeta put his thumb on her clit and stroked it vigorously while he fucked her with his fingers. She tried to keep quiet, she really did but it was no use. She moaned wantonly, her head thrown back in ecstasy. To quiet her down, Vegeta kissed her, swallowing her moans. He feels her body tighten, indicating she's about to come. He kicks it up a notch one last time by focusing his ki on his hand, the heat of it adding to her pleasure.

That was what tipped her over as she arched her back and screamed her release, her vision blacking out for a moment while she rode the wave.

Bulma fell back onto the couch feeling like she was floating on cloud nine. Her legs felt like jelly and she felt a pleasant buzz go through her body. If this is what foreplay is like with Vegeta then she could only imagine what the sex was like.

Vegeta looked over the boneless woman underneath him, panting for breath after her orgasm passed. He couldn't help but smile smugly at the image before him. He'd bet that she never looked like this after a session with the beta male.

He hooked this thumbs on either side of her shorts and started pulling them off of her.

'What was that?'

Vegeta's abruptly raised his head and he looked up at the ceiling. He snarled in frustration, the womans infernal mother was awake and on her way here, most likely going to the kitchen. Dammit all!

Bulma looked up in surprise when she felt Vegeta move off her body as quick as a bolt of lightening. "What's wrong?" She sat up and watched him adjust himself in his sweatpants. She winced a little bit. 'That can't be too comfortable'.

"Your hare brained mother is on her way here", he replied gruffly.

"What?!" she cried out, intentionally ignoring the jab at her mom. She took her top, about to put on until she realised it was torn beyond repair by Vegeta. She glared at the back of his head as he walked away.

Just before he left, he turned to face her once more. He looked over her, letting his gaze travel slowly down her body. His eyes landed back on hers. The smug feeling returned when he saw the red tint in her cheeks. "Cover yourself up. We don't need your mother asking questions yet now do we?" He said with a chuckle before he left. He went straight to his room. He needed to take of himself.

Bulma covered herself with the throw blanket on the one seater couch across the room just as her mother appeared.

"Oh hi honey! Whatcha doin up so late?," Bunny asked her daughter.

"Oh I was watching TV cause I couldn't sleep. I was just going to bed now." She should win a prize for how calm she was. Inside, she was panicking. Her mother may seem like a ditz but she had a sharp eye at the worst of times.

Luckily this wasn't one of those times. "Alright then sweety. I'll leave you to it. Have a good night darling!" Bunny walked into the kitchen, out of sight. Bulma took that opportunity to take her ruined top and dash to her room. Once she was there, she got a new top and climbed into bed. At least now she felt like she could sleep. She still couldn't believe what had happened with the Prince of Saiyans. Funny thing was, she didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. In fact, it all felt so….right.

'I am so screwed.'

That was the last thought she had before she fell asleep.

Author's Note: Yeah remember when I said the last chapter was my longest? Not anymore lol. Then again, who's counting? This was a really fun chapter to write. You guys obviously noticed I didn't warn you about that hot little part in the story. Because why should I ruin a surprise like that? And I refused to use words like 'his manhood', 'her core', 'her flower' etc. I know its fanfiction lingo but its makes me cringe to hell and back when I read those words. If it made you uncomfortable I'm sorry but I did give a slight hint before the chapter started. I had considered not posting the ahem part but I took the risk. I may take it down later, we'll see. Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait! Thank you again to RoyalBlueRoses, Khloe and Beaglinda for your comments. You guys are the best. Please review! Until next time! RR18