A/N: ;)

One month had passed since she had dragged Vegeta into going shopping with her. One month since she had last spoken to him. One month since they had a conversation. What happened? Did she offend him in some way? She couldn't even remember the last conversation they had.

He was always in the GR, training like his life depended on it. That or he'd be sleeping. She didn't even see him during meal times, thanks to her mother bringing his meals up to his room. She only got to see in in passing, he'd disappear from her sight before she even managed to get a single word out.

It was obvious what was happening, he was avoiding her. She discovered the truth when seeing her father fixing the room one evening. Vegeta had gone to him instead of her. She was offended. While she loved her father dearly, she was the one that fixed Vegeta's destruction, not him.

The fact that the Saiyan was avoiding her pissed her off. She did nothing wrong to him, what right did he have to ignore her like this? They had been getting along so well, this was simply unfair to her! She wanted answers, no, she demanded them!

Once she had actually banged on the door for a solid ten minutes trying to get him out but to no avail. He was very good at ignoring her, she'd give him that. But play time was over, he needed to stop avoiding her and tell her what was on his mind. How could she fix something that she didn't know was messed up?

It upset her how much upset she was about this whole thing. Right after she realized how she felt, he had to go and do this. Couldn't he see how distraught she had been?

A month had passed, wasn't that enough? Her patience was running very thin. She wanted an answer and she wanted it now.

Rain had been coming down hard, the weather forecast warning them of the storms brewing the day before. Sitting in her chair, she could hear it hitting against the window. She had been in her lab for a few hours now. She wanted to distract her recurring thoughts about the Saiyan but it hasn't worked much to her liking.

The communicator she had been working on for such a long time had been completed. She was able to recreate the alien technology into her own, she wanted to tell Vegeta all about it. She wanted to impress him with her knowledge but knew she wouldn't be able to. Not with him acting the way he had been.

She was staring at the two devices, much smaller compared to the scouter. More discreet. She needed to test the distance still, hoping Vegeta would have been willing to go a few planets over for her. That hope had been crushed.

Hearing a boom of thunder outside, she looked to her window. Rolling over to the glass, she looked up at the gray skies. Her feelings matched the weather. Pressing her forehead against the glass, her eyes stared at the GR from down below. Was he in there right now? Training for the sixteenth hour? Was he thinking about beating Goku? Or about the androids?

Was he thinking about her?

Her breath fogged up her view, she soon pulled away out of frustration. What was wrong with her? She was Bulma Briefs, she didn't wait around for men. She charged head on for what she wanted! Vegeta shouldn't be an exception! She wanted an answer, if she needed to force her way in to get it, she would!

Standing up in her chair, she held a determination look in her eye. She was tired of this game. She didn't want to play anymore.

Leaving her lab, she headed straight for the first floor. Her brow was furrowed, a frown on her lips.

The receptionist noticed her immediately, a worried look coming to her face. "Ma'am! The weather-"

Bulma didn't care. She wasn't going to let anything stop her. Stepping outside, she immediately felt the cool rain against her skin. Continuing forward, she noticed a flash of lightning in the sky, followed by another. The weather definitely matched her feelings. The walk was long, she could feel the puddles in her shoes. Her hair stuck to her face, her lab coat not doing much any more to keep her dry. The moment she reached the GR, she could hear the engine running.

He was definitely in there.

Smashing her fist against the metal, she yelled his name. She wasn't sure the storm wasnt covering her volume. She didn't care. She continued to bang. Not to her surprise, she didn't receive an answer. She was growing impatient, her anger hot enough to keep her from feeling how cold and soaked she really was. Blinking the water from her eyes, she kept banging until her fist ached. Her throat felt raw, her eyes felt hot. She was frustrated and exhausted.

She just wanted to see him, even if it were for a moment. She wanted him to tell her to go away just so she could hear her voice. She missed him.

Her banging slowed, her body leaning against the metal. She felt a sob in her throat, choking her. Tears were brimming her eyes, her knees threatening to buckle under her. "Vegeta!" She croaked, her shoulders shuddering. The anger now replaced with grief allowed reality to set in. She was drenched and freezing. She was an idiot for thinking this time would be any different from the last.

Her fist ached, she couldn't keep going like this. She was pathetic, she couldn't imagine what Vegeta would say to her if he did see her. He would laugh at her, call her weak. She was. Whatever it was that she did to him must have been bad enough that she deserved this punishment.

Her hand slapped against the metal, her hot tears finally spilling over. "I'm sorry!" She sobbed. "Whatever I did to you to make you hate me enough that you don't want to be near me... I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She cried out, her fingers curling up.

She was Bulma Briefs, the woman who was known as the strong, independent one. Yet here she was, crying over some guy who wanted nothing to deal with her.

Suddenly the door slid open. If it weren't for the Saiyan catching her, she would have fallen face first.

Vegeta had been training at the time, trying to keep his focus on what was in front of him. Despite his effort, he continued to feel her ki even from the distance he had put between them. Despite shoving her away, she still made an impact on him. When he felt her nearing him, he only groaned. He'd have to put himself through another one of her acts of trying to get to him.

If it had been a normal day, she would have been banging on the door, angrily yelling his name. Demanding that he got out. She was easy to ignore at the beginning. But the more he heard her voice, the longer she wasted her time on him, the more his resolve cracked. Luckily for him, she'd give up before he had fallen apart.

Today was not a normal day. She had started off like she would usually. She was angry, screeching his name for everyone the next town over to hear. He had continued dodging attacks thrown at him, trying to keep his attention away from her voice. His wall was built high, it would take more than that to break his defenses.

While he had thought that, the moment he heard his name, his head turned in her direction. This time, his name wasn't used in anger. It was more desperation. This was new. Dodging a close call, he went to the control panel, smashing the button to shut it down. Hearing the bots hit the ground, he rubbed at his temple.

He couldn't concentrate with her out there. She had to give up, she always did. Maybe she needed a hint that he didn't want anything to do with her. He had stomped towards the door, all while preparing the tongue lashing he was going to give her. He was going to make sure he got his point across. If he failed, he didn't think he'd be able to stay here any longer.

He would need to find a cave of some sort, far away from her. Far enough that he wouldn't be able to sense her. If he needed to, he could find a nearby planet to hide out on. That would have to be enough distance!

"I'm sorry!"

His thoughts came to an immediate halt, his hand only inches from the keypad. He could hear her sob, he could hear her sadness through the door. It was torturing. He wanted to tell her to stop but found his mouth dry.

"Whatever I did to you to make you hate me enough that you don't want to be near me... I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

What was she apologizing for? He was the one getting distracted, his feelings were the reason why he avoided her. He's the reason why she was sobbing only a foot away from him. If anything, he was the one who should apologize.

Any thought of insults died on his tongue, his mind unsure of what to do. While part of his conscious told himself to ignore her and keep training, the other part told him he was a coward. He was running away from his problems. He needed to face them. He didn't feel the way he had a month ago. The separation had done something for him.

His fingers pressed the code against the pad without thinking, the door immediately sliding open. She must have been leaning against the door seeing her body was falling right towards him.

He hadn't even noticed, his attention on her face. Her eyes were pink, puffy from tears. Her skin was pale compared to usual, her face upset. He was the reason for this. Once she was against his chest, clinging on to his warmth, he realized quickly how cold she was.

The door slid closed behind her, leaving the storm outside.

He stood stiff, his arms out in front of him, not too sure what to do. He could see the small shivers radiating off her body. He could no longer see her face, it was pressed against his neck. Her arms were wrapped around his neck tight, almost like she was afraid of what would happen if she let go.

He didn't know what to do. The moment he finally breathed, he instantly regretted it. One month of avoiding her meant one month of missing her scent. It was a smell unlike any other. Breathing in, he felt his stiff muscles finally relaxing.

His mind screamed at him but the deafening sound of her sobs covered his thoughts. She was getting him soaked, for once he didn't mind. "Are you an idiot?" He finally asked, breaking the silence between the two.

Bulma had sniffed, blinking away whatever tears were left. "Are you?" She asked, her voice rough from all the yelling.

Yes. Wasn't it obvious? He should have thrown her back out by now. He should have kept training to begin with.

Bulma pulled away, still remaining close to soak up what heat the other had to give. "You've been so distant..."

Vegeta avoided her eyes, her ocean colored orbs hard to look at without the feeling of drowning. "I haven't." Of course a lie.

"What did I do?" She asked him, her voice pleading. She wanted an answer to the question she had asked herself once every hour.

A complicated question he didn't want to waste time trying to explain. He thought separating them would fix everything. Having her this close... he realized that it only made it worse. Finally he looked her in the eyes, realizing he had made another mistake.

Her pale face was now replaced with a rosey one, her lips trembled as she waited for an answer. He couldn't tell if she was still cold or if it was from something else.

His hands itched to touch her, he wanted to pull her close. He really was weak. He finally looked away, a frown coming to his lips. He was fucked. "I'm not a Super Saiyan." He finally told her, his body becoming stiff once more. He had no reason to explain himself to her, yet here he was.

Her arms moved, her hands resting on his face. It had not taken much to turn his face to look at her. This was a new Vegeta to her, the way he was acting was foriegn. Her expression turned to determination, "You will be." She told him.

Her words threw him off his guard, it took him a moment to recover. "How would an idiotic woman know such thing?" He asked her, his brows narrowing.

She smiled at him, "I just do. You're the most stubborn guy I know. If Goku can do it, I don't have a doubt in my mind that you can't. You're an elite, aren't you?" She asked him, her fingers brushing the angered look away.

His hands lifted, matching the position of hers. His eyes darkened as they lowered to her lips. "I am." His voice lowered, almost husky.

Bulma noticed him immediately, her voice stuck in her throat. Her hands felt to his arms, holding on for life. She must have forgotten to breath, her head was spinning. Her balance was off. His hot hands felt amazing against her cheeks. Her face grew warm, feeling his thumbs brush against the tear stain she had. "Vegeta...?" Her voice was soft, she bit at her lip nervously.

Vegeta had a weakness for her, he now knew that he wouldn't be able to fix this. Trying to avoid her only made him want her more. She was a craving he could not get enough of. Just being near her wasn't enough. He needed more of her. A month apart had left him starving. He needed her like a dehydrated man needed water. His cravings screamed louder than his conscious did. He needed her now.

Pulling her towards him, he didn't waste any time pressing her lips against his. His instincts were telling him to do what he wanted with her. What he had always wanted to do to her.

Bulma had been taken by surprise by the kiss, however, she found herself melting against his body. A part of her had always wondered what this moment would feel like. Not even her imagination could come up with something like this. Feeling his hands fall from her face, she could feel his hands sit at her hips. Feeling her back hit the door, she gasped in surprise.

Vegeta had taken this to his advantage, allowing his tongue to roam the sweetness of her mouth. He was hungry, trying to take up as much of her as he could. A growl rumbled in his throat as he wanted to just take her right when they were standing.

She found a moan slipping from her lips as she felt him press up against her. She didn't need to be told what he wanted, she could feel it pressed against her. Pulling from the kiss, she gasped for air. He had taken her breath away! Immediately feeling his lips on her neck, she groaned. His teeth scraped against her skin, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms. Her breath was shaky as she gripped his arms. "Vegeta..." She moaned out, her body pressing against him.

Hearing his name out of her mouth felt so right. He felt a stirring in his chest, his fingers itched to grab her and simply dominate. He wanted her to know who was doing this to her. Breathing in, a growl rumbled through him. His breathing quickened, his thoughts halted. He could feel her pulse against his lips, her heart had been beating like crazy.

She was offering her neck to him so willingly, his breath hitched. His tongue ran along her skin, her gasp brought his teeth down, dragging across her skin. He pressed harder against her, a louder growl erupting from him.

Biting down, he heard her gasp. He wanted to leave a mark so anyone who dared to try to take what was his would know to back the fuck off. Tasting blood, he licked at the wound. He was now confident that he was going to take this woman and make her his. It might have been his instinct taking over, but nothing was going to talk him out of it. This woman was his.

Bulma had groaned at the pain radiating from her neck, her breath shaky as Vegeta continued to lick and suck at her skin. "Vegeta..." She groaned as her arms lifted, pushing against him weakly.

He paused, looking at her annoyed. "What is it?"

While she was completely for all of this, one hundred percent... She didn't think this would be the best place for this to take place. "My room..." She told him in panted breaths, her tongue licking at her lips.

He didn't want to part ways for that long but he knew if he didnt do what she asked, she'd interrupt him again. Grunting, he didn't hesitate picking her up. Punching the code to the door, he immediately stepped out into the thunderstorm. His eyes didn't leave hers as he lifted up into the air.

He knew which room was hers by heart, finding the window easily. No way would he allow her parents to see them like this. Opening the window, he was relieved that it was unlocked. If it hadn't, he might have broken the window much to the woman's dismay. Setting her down, he closed the window to keep the rain out.

She had barely managed to get her lab coat off before his lips were on hers again. He hadn't wasted a moment taking control of the kiss, holding her close once more.

Bulma groaned, her patience growing thin. She had Vegeta, she wanted more. She wanted him now! Gripping her shirt, she stopped their kiss for only a second as she pulled it over her head. Going for her pants next, she was soon kicking them off. The next thing she knew, her body had hit the bed. This was it... This was actually happening!

Vegeta looked down at her, his eyes dark and clouded over. He looked like he was ready to pounce on his prey. It caused shivers to go through her. He was staring at her body, taking all of her bare skin in. She swore she could hear a growl rumbling in his chest. She bit at her lip, her legs closing, sitting up slightly.

Her back was once again on the bed, her legs forced open, making just enough room for Vegeta to be in between him.

Vegeta looked down at her lacey bra in annoyance, thinking how much of an inconvenience it was. Ignoring her, he found himself ripping it off her. Her complaints went on deaf ears as he looked down at her. This woman was no regular being. She was a fucking goddess.

Bulma actually felt self conscious about her body as Vegeta stared down at her. Was something wrong with her body? Was he seeing some sort of flaw she had missed? Before she could ask, her words were replaced with a moan as his mouth pressed against one of her breasts. Feeling him suck against her sensitive nipple, she felt her back arch, pressing more into him. Her hands went up to his hair, her fingers tangling themselves in his thick locks.

His name came out of her lips so smoothly as he gave her body attention. He sucked and nipped at her, leaving her a mess of pants and groans. She needed him... She couldn't wait anymore. Feeling his fingers on her underwear, she was relieved that he pulled them off of her rather than simply destroying them like her bra.

She was fully naked now, her body flushed, begging for him. She licked her kiss swollen lips as she stared at him hungrily. She wanted this as bad as he did.

Vegeta knew her look well, his heat leaving her momentarily. Stripping himself of his shoes and shorts, he turned to get another look at her. Her body was withering in impatience, he noticed her hands clawing at the blankets underneath her. This woman was his. His and his only. No one else would be allowed to get to see her in this state. No one would be allowed to have their name moaned from her mouth.

Her eyes were begging him to return, to give them both what they wanted. The sweet release they had both been building up over the long month. He got back on the bed, crawling over her. His body ached to be inside her, he wanted to feel her all around him. He wanted to hear her scream his name, begging him not to stop. He wanted to fuck her enough that she would have to remain in bed for the rest of the day.

Feeling her hands pulling at him, he found himself smirking. "Impatient aren't we?" He didn't blame her, he was just as much.

Bulma groaned, her body aching for him. "Vegeta..." She breathed out.

Her moan fell on his ears, only making his smirk grow. He could get used to seeing her like this. Grabbing her thighs, he easily moved her closer to him. His mouth moved to his made bite mark, sucking once more. His fingers lowered, feeling the wetness she had to offer him. Hearing her breathing hitch at the invasion of his fingers, he could feel his body reacting like it should. Removing his fingers, he positioned himself.

She could feel his breath hot against her ear, her hands wrapped around him, her fingers pressing against his back. She wanted everything he had to offer.

"Bulma..."

Her name was low in her ear, she had at first thought she misheard. She however couldn't enjoy the first time he had spoken her name due to the fact that he decided to push into her right after. He pushed all he had to give her right away, resulting in a gasp from her. It had been months since she had last had sex with anyone. She didn't remember it feeling like this. Her nails immediately dug into his back as she felt him leaving her body and reentering. Moans spewed from her lips, her ankles crossing as she tried to pull him closer to her.

No fantasy could play out the way she felt. Hearing his name being yelled out, he didn't care who heard. He wanted everyone to know who she belonged to. His thrusts were constant, filling her completely each time. Every time she begged him to do something, he did so without a second thought. If she wanted him to go faster, he did. If she wanted him to go harder, he was happy to oblige. Satisfying her needs had a strange fulfilling feeling to him.

He loved hearing her pleas for more. He felt himself grin when her body arched, her walls tightening around him. She cursed at him as her body shuddered from her climax. His breathing became heavier, his hands gripping her hips. Sitting up, he kept going, feeling his thrusts becoming more haggard.

Bulma could feel herself already building up once more. She knew he was going to release soon as well. She clung to him as he kept going, wanting his sweaty body to be pressed against her own. Finally she felt him convulse inside him, sending her over once more.

Both left in heavy pants, she felt his warmth leave her when he pulled out. Putting her hand on her chest, she tried to catch her breath. "Wow." She finally spoke, wondering if this all had been another one of her dreams that left her a sweaty mess when she woke.

Getting off of her, he sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes glared at the ground. Now that he didn't have lust clouding his conscience, he now was asking himself what he had just done. Was this a mistake? He allowed her to see a side of him no one living had ever seen. He looked over his shoulder at her to see she was smiling to herself. She seemed to enjoy what he had to offer. His frown deepened when he saw the bite mark on her neck. Had he really lost that much control of himself? He was disgusted with himself.

Bulma looked at him worried, "Where are you going?" Her fear of this being a one time thing seemed to be a possibility.

He groaned inwardly, hoping she wasn't going to be clingy now. "I'm starving. I'm going to go eat something."

She bit her lip, she wanted to ask him what all this meant. She wanted to know but was afraid of the answer. Instead, she gave him a nod. "Vegeta?"

He looked at her annoyed, "What is it?"

"Are you going to keep avoiding me?"

He knew he couldn't. If he did, he knew this was going to happen again. 'This' was not going to happen again. Now that he could think straight again, he needed to figure out a way to get stronger without avoiding her, now that he knew what was going to happen. "No." He noticed she looked relieved, his frown remained. She was getting too comfortable near him.

He needed to make sure he would stick to his word or he knew everything would just become worse for himself.