By Fate, We Fell In Love

Whoa there! I kind of died off there. I started a new job so I'm kind of tired all the time so that's where I been lol. Thank you all for the reviews and the adds! I love seeing those in my email! =)

I've been thinking a lot about this chapter and I'm a bit apprehensive about writing it. I always get nervous when it comes to writing a sexy scene…lol Anyways! Here's what you been waiting for!

Chapter 8

Listen, I've already been thinking about you
On my mind far too often for you
To be here at this time.
You see, one hand's on mine and the other's on my thigh…

Getting Late- Floetry

Bulma reached behind her, locking Vegeta's bedroom door, to ensure they had no visitors like the last time they were this close to one another. Feeling her engagement ring diamond hit her palm; she tensed up and started to panic inside her mind. She shouldn't be in here, dressed this way, ready to give her purity away to someone who refused to call her by her real name. Bulma was almost ready to unlock the door and run out and back to her room until she looked over at Vegeta, standing a few feet from her, barely dressed in a pair of gi pants. She noticed his eyes weren't looking into hers but was scanning the particular outfit she was wearing. He accidentally seen her in her bra and panties before, but those could have been considered granny draws compared to what she was wearing at the moment. She took this opportunity to take in his undressed chest again. She's seen in half a million times but she couldn't outlandishly stare at it because Vegeta always caught her and gave her such dirty looks or commented on her indecency which always started an argument. Taking in a deep breath, Bulma made up her mind that that door was not to be unlocked until the sun rose again in the morning.

She sauntered over to Vegeta, who was still taking in her outfit, standing directly in front of him. If she was any closer, she knew he would be able to hear her heart beating almost out of its cavity. Vegeta's eyes eventually met hers, seeing the determination in her eyes and the complete and total lust she had been attempting to hide. Yes, it was about time to end all the pretending and foolishness. Before she could blink, Vegeta had Bulma in the bed, on her back, with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She let out a small yelp, glancing up at him as he smirked at her before taking her lips with his own. Vegeta kept most of his weight off Bulma's body, knowing he had gotten more muscular over his time here. He felt her small hands rub down his spine, giving him a tingling sensation he never felt before. One of her hands gently rubbed the back of his head while the other trailed his spine, every so often hitting his scar where his tail once was. A random thought crossed through his mind on how freaked out Bulma would have been if randomly he would grab her with his tail as she would pass him in the hall or poked her during dinner. Oh, the fun it would have been! A smile passed his lips as he thought about the torture it would have brought Bulma. His mind was suddenly brought back to the activity at hand as Bulma bit his bottom lip and pulled his head down closer to her. Unaware of women's reactions before and during intercourse, Vegeta could only suggest that this would be something animalistic with biting and pleasurable pain, seeing as Bulma was doing the said actions to Vegeta. His mind wandered off to her time with the idiot. Did he make her feel this way? Had she even allowed him the pleasure to put her in such a situation where she lost control of her usual demeanor and allowed her true feelings to escape? He felt her nails crawl down his back, giving him his answer: hell no.

Bulma's back arched as Vegeta's mouth travelled down her neck, to her chest, and back up to her ear. She had tangled her hand through his hair, slightly tugging it pulling him back to her lips and easing off his hair whenever his mouth found its way to her breasts. Bulma sat up, reaching behind her to unsnap the back closure that kept her breasts from fully being devoured by the hungry Saiyan prince. Quicker than she expected, the corset unsnapped and Vegeta pulled the contraction off her. He was tired of the diamonds rubbing across his bare chest and was more than glad that she was taking the thing off. Taking in the view of her bare breasts for the first time, he grabbed the nipple of one, rubbing it as he sucked at the other. Bulma let out a few whimpers, throwing her head back on the pillows behind her. They smelled like Vegeta, crisp and manly. Every touch, kiss, lick, suckle faded her fears and doubts now that she had Vegeta right where she wanted him for so long. And as amazing as everything felt to her, she was growing nervous about the actual event that would follow soon. What was she supposed to do? Should she try and do something to participate or should she just allow Vegeta to take over completely. Well, it's Vegeta. Regardless of what event it is, he was going to be in charged no matter what. She then began to think how many women had Vegeta had in this position, under his sex god control. She didn't want to be one of many. She felt Vegeta put his arm under her back, attempting to get her thong off. Vegeta wasn't one who liked to be touched or looked at by most people. She probably wasn't that far down on the list after all. But she was growing tired of letting Vegeta be in control. This was her first time and she wanted some say in the event. She pushed off Vegeta's chest, pushing him off her and on his back, which surprised both of them. He must have had his guard completely off for her to do that. Or being horny had given her some extra strength. Bulma looked down at Vegeta's confused scowl he given her. He probably thought she was ending things right there. Little did Vegeta know about her agreement she made with herself when she locked the door.

Bulma climbed on top of Vegeta, smiling at him before kissing him hard on the lips. She felt one of his hands grab her waist and the other was behind her head. He played in her hair, which seemed to turn her on even more. She went in for his neck, kissing and biting, probably leaving a few marks, causing Vegeta to moan and begin to pull on her hair. He was careful with his strength, not wanting to hurt her but it was increasingly hard not to leave a bruise on her waist from his hands gripping her waist. Bulma smiled as she bit Vegeta's nipple and he yelped a bit, giving her a dirty look. So, he wasn't into that, she thought. She kissed it as her way of apologizing. Bulma sat up, realizing Vegeta was still wearing his pants. She attempted to reach behind her and tug at his pants to signal for him to rid himself of the pants. She felt excited as she thought about seeing his manhood for the first time. She had felt it before and was hoping that it looked like it felt. Vegeta leaned back on his back to lift his hip, causing Bulma to slide up from his hips to his stomach. Since she was no longer wearing her underwear, Vegeta could feel her warmth and moisture against his skin. Once his pants were removed, Bulma got off Vegeta to see what he was packing there. Her eyes widened and she chuckled on the inside at another joke 'guess his actual height wasn't a predictor of his stature'. She decided to keep her thoughts to herself. He was already arrogant and cocky; she didn't need to inflate his big head more. Bulma looked back at Vegeta, giving him another kiss. Guess it's show time. Bulma climbed back on Vegeta, rubbing his chest, smiling on the inside because she had the privilege to touch his beautiful body, again. It excited her.

Bulma was back on her back, waiting patiently, kissing Vegeta feverously out of anxiousness. She watched enough TV and heard enough stories to know that what would happen next would be painful. She wondered if they would need protection. Well, she always counted her ovulation days and she doubted Saiyans could carry STDs. She wasn't even sure aliens had STDs. Vegeta was a complete control freak. He wouldn't allow himself to fall into such a situation. Vegeta could sense Bulma's unsettledness. He could tell in her constant movement. Maybe she was just as inexperienced as he was. She certainly wouldn't be so antsy and nervous if she was. She was getting to him now and he wasn't going to have that. The prince of all Saiyans will NOT be nervous about having sexual intercourse! Vegeta slowed their kissing in an attempt to calm both her and him. He felt Bulma begin to relax and calm down in her breathing and her jittery movements ceased. Slowly, Vegeta eased inside her, still causing Bulma to yell out in pain. Her yell almost scared Vegeta. She was a virgin. He looked down at her in her eyes. She looked back at him, nodding her head. She grabbed a smaller pillow, biting it. Vegeta eased in some more, causing Bulma to mumble out a bit. He kept his pace slow, making her pain moans slowly change to more pleasurable. He wasn't fully inside her because she yelled earlier. As her moans sounded more musical, he pushed more of himself inside her, continuing to move in and out slowly.

Bulma bit the pillow, attempting not to wake her parents with her moaning and whimpers. She went from feeling like her was going to rip her in half to feeling euphoric. She urged Vegeta to quicken his pace with her nails of her left hand digging into his lower back. He obliged to her wishes, causing her moans to become louder. She was kind of glad that her parents' room was on the other side of the hall and three doors down and that they were almost deaf while they were sleep. She still didn't want to chance it. They weren't completely stupid. They were still quite young and would know exactly what those sounds were and where they were coming from. The old "it's the TV" lie would be quite stupid to say as well, considering Vegeta didn't have a TV in his room. Bulma tossed the pillow she was biting and pulled Vegeta down to kiss her. All you could hear in the room was the rain still pouring outside, the bed's steady rocking, and the muffled moans of the two lovers. Whatever confusion one had for the other, it was being made clear right at that moment. Clarity hit both of them as they gazed into each other's eyes. Nothing would ever be the same.

Bulma was awakened by the bright light of the sun peering through the drawn drapes. Muttering some obscenities, Bulma rolled over, throwing the blanket over her head.

"Stupid mother, always opening the stupid drapes." Bulma mumbled under the sheets. Vegeta also grumbled at the sun's rays in his face. He turned over to fall into a pillow of blue curls. One went up his nose, causing Vegeta to jerk awake and sit up in the bed.

"What the hell?" he said, rubbing his nose. He looked down, seeing the curls. He was confused at first about why Bulma was in his bed. Memories of last night resurfaced in his mind as he stared down at her sleeping silhouette. He had slept with Bulma last night.

"Aw shit." Vegeta said, rubbing his temples as he thought about the mistake he had made. He allowed his emotions to take over and now she was in his bed, naked. Vegeta felt some pain in his lower back. It didn't hurt a lot but it was uncomfortable, dull pain. He reached around and felt the scrapes into his skin that Bulma's nails left. For her being a virgin, she sure fucked him up like a professional. His neck held the same soreness to it. Vegeta eased out of his bed and went straight into his bathroom to check out the rest of his body. His neck was covered in red marks and red lip stick. He actually had red lipstick all over his body in the shape of kisses. Bulma also bit his shoulder, leaving marks there too. Vegeta examined his love bruises, impressed that a mere human woman did so much damage. Vegeta shook his head, heading to the shower. He knew what last night meant to her and him. Regardless if he wanted to admit it or not, he felt something for Bulma. Something had awakened in him last night. He looked into her eyes and he felt like this was where he was meant to be. Vegeta felt the sting of the hot water as it hit his body. He leaned his head against the wall of the shower, closing his eyes. Damn it Vegeta…

Bulma was awaken by the sound of a lawn mower outside the window. Vegeta seemed to never close that window. Bulma groaned, sitting up aggravated.

"That damn Saiyan…" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. She stopped her movements once it dawned on her that she had made amazing love to the sex god. Bulma sat up quickly looking around at her surroundings. She was definitely in Vegeta's bedroom, lying in his bed, naked. She rubbed her hands through her hair, letting all the memories sink in.

"I had sex with Vegeta…oh my Kami…" Bulma whispered as if someone could hear her. She heard the shower running in the attached bathroom so she knew Vegeta was in there. Panic began to fill her body as she remembered that she had sex with Vegeta. What the hell was I thinking? Oh my gosh! What's going to happen with us now? Bulma thought. She looked around the room, seeing her "clothes" all over the room. She was still wearing one knee high stocking surprisingly. She rolled over, attempting to gather her things so she could get out his room before someone saw her leaving his room half clothed. She was picking up her robe when she glanced at her ring. Yamcha. Bulma buried her head in her hands as she thought about all the consequences her actions have brought. She quickly threw on the robe and gathered the rest of her things, minus the thong. She couldn't find it and didn't have the time to keep looking. She wasn't ready to face Vegeta yet and her mother may have been looking for her. Bulma grabbed her other heel which was by the door and eased out. She checked both ends of the hallway before she stepped out fully. She turned around to close Vegeta's door.

"There you are Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs called out from the other end of the hallway from the stairs. Bulma almost screamed when she heard her mother's voice. Mentally cursing she slowly turned to face her mother, holding her garments behind her back.

"Morning Mom." Bulma said, easing towards her room with her hands behind her back. "Well, I'm going to finish getting dressed now. See you downstairs!" Bulma said, trying to walk quickly to her room.

"Did you check on Vegeta? He was making some awful noise last night. And this morning when I was heading to my garden, I heard this growling noise come from his room. I would have checked on him, but the door was locked." Mrs. Briefs said, still coming down the hall. Bulma gave her mother a dirty look, knowing she was referring to her snoring she sometimes did. At least her mother didn't recognize it being Bulma's voice.

"Yes, he's fine. See you downstairs." Bulma said going in her room, slamming the door before her mother could walk to her door. Bulma threw the clothes in her laundry basket and threw her shoes in the closet. She needed to get in the shower and downstairs before Vegeta had a chance.

Bulma came downstairs dressed in yoga pants and a sports bra, holding a stray flower. Mrs. Briefs was fixing a vase full of roses on the island.

"Did you put this on my bed?" Bulma asked her mother.

"Yes. Oh, I was so excited that my roses bloomed; I put one on everyone's bed. Thought it would cheer everyone up since it has been so rainy this week." Mrs. Briefs said smiling. Bulma put the rose in the vase with the others. She saw that her plate was already made and was sitting next to Vegeta's. She moved his plates down on to the end of the table and she sat at the other end. Dr. Briefs walked in, sitting down to drink his fresh cup of coffee.

"Good morning Bulma." He said, taking a sip. "I think Vegeta may be coming down with a cold or something. I heard a horrible noise coming from his room this morning. It sounded like a bear in hibernation." Dr. Briefs said, patting Kitty on the head. Bulma fumed with anger. Her snoring wasn't THAT bad.

"I doubt he's sick. Saiyans don't get sick." Bulma said, rolling her eyes. "At least, I've never seen Goku sick."

"Well something is wrong. That noise doesn't sound humane." Dr. Briefs said. Bulma slammed her fork down on the table in frustration.

"It's called sinuses, Father." Bulma said, gritting her teeth. Dr. Briefs seemed to hadn't heard Bulma because he started talking about sleep apnea and getting Vegeta a CPAP machine to help. This only was infuriating Bulma. Vegeta walked in the kitchen at the end of the conversation, missing most of why Bulma was sitting at the island fuming mad. He was wearing a dark blue crew neck tee and grey shorts. He rubbed his neck as he walked in, still feeling the soreness from the hickeys on his neck.

"Maybe it was a bird outside the window! I don't think it's as serious as you're making it." Bulma said, biting into a sausage link in anger.

"Might be. Pretty large bird however." Dr. Briefs said. Vegeta sat down in his new seat which was a seat away from Bulma. He tapped her shoulder, scaring her. She looked in his direction, afraid to look into his eyes. He slid his closed hand towards her under the table. Bulma followed his hand with her eyes. He put his hand on the empty chair, opening it palm down. He tapped it several times, giving Bulma a hint. She reached over just as Vegeta moved his hand. He found her thong. Bulma's face turned beet red as she snatched the underwear and stuffed it in her yoga pants band.

"Bulma, are you ok?" her mother asked, noticing Bulma's red, embarrassed face.

"Yes! I-I'm fine!" Bulma exclaimed, causing a slight scene. Vegeta just couldn't throw it in his laundry? Well, that would have been a bit suspect…

"What did you just put in your pocket dear?" Dr. Briefs said, pointing at Bulma with his fork.

"Jeez guys, can we stop with all the questions for today and just eat breakfast!" Bulma yelled. Dr. Briefs just shrugged his shoulders and continued eat and Mrs. Briefs acted as if nothing ever occurred. Vegeta wanted to laugh so bad. He was trying to be discreet but of course Bulma didn't know that word. This family was quite amusing and strange. The rest of the table eventually became silent as they ate their meal. Both the young adults seemed to purposely avoid each other's eyes as they ate, careful not to reach for the same thing at the same time. Dr. Briefs and Mrs. Briefs finished their food first and had gotten up already from the table while the two finished in silence. Bulma decided she was tired of the awkward breakfast and pushed away from the table to leave.

"Hey." Vegeta said in Bulma's direction. She turned around, lifting one eyebrow. "You snore like an overweight cow." Vegeta said. Bulma instantly turned bright red with anger.

"FUCK YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE!" Bulma screamed, storming out the kitchen. She needed to hit the gym right now!

Bulma sat on the couch, eating ice cream directly out the carton. She was feeling pretty torn. How could she feel on top of the world last night and feel so crappy today? She stretched her neck and shoulders suddenly feeling sore from their session the other night. She discovered several hickeys on her body from her thighs up to her neck and they all were a bit sore. She also felt as if her vagina was a bit swollen, which it probably was. It was a good sore that she wanted to feel again. Shoving another spoonful into her mouth, Bulma sank further into the couch feeling like a skank. She had cheated on Yamcha. No matter how she wanted to slice it, she cheated on him. And she felt just awful about it. He called her earlier but she had ignored it. She wasn't ready to talk to him just yet. She had to gather her thoughts and feelings. Bulma reached her spoon back into the carton, hitting the bottom. She looked into the carton, seeing that it was completely empty. Sighing, she got up going into the kitchen to throw away the empty carton and retrieve a new one. She was digging in the freezer when Vegeta was walking in from the backyard. Bulma heard him come in but pretended she didn't hear him. Vegeta came in the kitchen, opening the opposite side of the refrigerator to get a water bottle out. Bulma continued to ignore him, picking out a cookies and cream ice cream carton. She closed the freezer door, walking passed Vegeta as if he wasn't there. She headed to the sink, feeling Vegeta's eyes on her. She felt her skin crawl as she remembered Vegeta kissing her thigh and looking right into her eyes. Bulma closed her eyes as she cleaned off her spoon and opened her carton. She wanted to get out the kitchen so badly but she was afraid to see Vegeta staring at her. She felt as if she might jump on him as soon as their eyes met. She heard Vegeta going through the refrigerator again and she turned, quickly walking back to the couch. She began quickly digging into her ice cream until she gave herself an ice cream headache. She heard Vegeta walk back outside, closing the door behind him. Bulma rubbed her temples attempting to heat her brain back up. The phone rang in the background and Bulma made no moves to answer it. She knew it could only be one person and she still wasn't ready to talk to him yet. Hopefully after the 5th or 6th ring he would hang up. The phone only rang 3 times before Bulma heard someone talking in the hall.

"Oh hi Yamcha!" Mrs. Briefs was heard speaking on the phone. Bulma let out a frustrated growl. She completely forgot her mother was in the house. "Oh yes, she's here! Hold on, dear. Bulma! Pick up the phone, it's Yamcha!" Mrs. Briefs called out to her daughter who was pretending she didn't hear her. Mrs. Briefs walked into the living room, holding the cordless line. "Did you hear me, hon? Yamcha's on the phone." Mrs. Briefs said, smiling as usual, her eyes hidden. Bulma got up off the couch to grab the phone out of her mother's hands. She snatched it quickly giving her mother a dry "thank you" before sitting back on the couch. She leaned back on the couch, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hey." she said, attempting to take the dry tone out of her voice.

"Hey Babe. I called you earlier. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just tired. I've been working on a lot of projects lately." Bulma said, picking her ice cream tube up. "I'm getting pretty caught up with all my work.

"I'm sure. And humping Vegeta all the time probably isn't helping matters." Bulma dropped her ice cream on the floor in complete horror. How did Yamcha know? It was only one time! Crap!

"W-what'd you say?" Bulma sputtered out.

"Huh? I said and helping Vegeta all the time probably isn't helping matters. What did you think I said?" Yamcha asked.

"Nothing. I think the phone was acting weird." Bulma sighed with relief. She almost broke down and told him everything. Regaining her composure, Bulma decided to tell him about the new position her father was giving her. "Anyways, my father is making me the new charge of products." Bulma said proudly.

"Really? Wow congratulations! We definitely need to celebrate!" Yamcha said exciting. "It'll be a great position for you, you're great with betrayal."

"Great with what?" Bulma said, wondering if she heard Yamcha right.

"Detail! Wow you guys should probably get a new cordless phone. I think that one is broken." Bulma wanted to throw her head through a wall. How was she supposed to keep her composure around her fiancé if she couldn't handle a phone conversation? Guilt was taking over her mind.

"Yeah…new phone." Bulma muttered.

The next day, Vegeta got up earlier than usual and ate his breakfast alone without distraction of Bulma or her mother. It was nice to have a peaceful meal without worrying about catching an embarrassing tent because Bulma doesn't know how to wear proper clothes that doesn't reveal her breasts or butt.

His training began very intense as usual as he attempted to raise the gravity 600x. Vegeta was giving it all he got, trying to work himself exhausted. He would have no time to think about Bulma if he was drained of all his energy. It took almost every ounce of willpower yesterday not to jump on her in the kitchen during breakfast and their small exchange in the kitchen that night. He could sense she felt it too. It had only been 24 hours since they crossed that forbidden path, but the urge to do it again was strong. Vegeta attempted to block out her warm mouth on his skin when suddenly the gravity shut off completely. Vegeta looked over at the controls noticing that they were smoking and electricity was shooting out of them every now and then. Vegeta walked over to them, fanning the smoke away, trying to see what happened. The gravity control gauge was blown and the controls for the simulation were flashing repeatingly. Bulma was going to be truly pissed. As soon as that though crossed his mind, the monitor turned on and Vegeta was met with a pair of angry blue eyes.

"What the hell did you do?" Bulma said, looking from Vegeta to the controls. She had installed an alarm to go off in her lab if someone went haywire in the Gravity Room.

"I didn't do anything. Your stupid machine blew itself up." Vegeta defended. This time he really didn't do anything.

"I highly doubt that." Bulma said growling. "I'm coming in there now." She said shutting off the monitor. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. All he could think about is something he once heard Radditz say to Nappa about an alien female on Frieza's ship when he was younger. Maybe if you put it down and screw her just right, maybe she wouldn't be such a stuck up bitch. But what did Radditz know? He was the equivalence to Yamcha: a beta male.

Vegeta was leaning against the door frame when Bulma walked outside with her toolkit. She was wearing her yellow work overalls and a plain t shirt and her work gloves. She simply walked right pass Vegeta without a word with an aggravated look on her face. He followed her in. The door automatic shut behind them since Vegeta wasn't standing in the way anymore. Bulma disengaged the electricity so she wouldn't electrocute herself or attempt to electrocute Vegeta if he pissed her off enough. She quickly took off the panel to get to the wires of the gravity control. She dug through them for a few minutes, examining each of them until she found the problem.

"You blew the circuits for the simulation and the gravity controls." Bulma said. She pulled off her gloves in frustration. "What did you have the gravity on?" Bulma asked.

"600x Earth's gravity." Vegeta said calmly.

"Why? The highest capacity should be 500x at the most!" Bulma shouted, giving herself a bigger headache. "Now, I have to reconfigure the entire circuitry." Bulma said. "And increase the power for gravity simulation because apparently someone wants to turn themselves into a pancake." Bulma said, cutting her eyes at Vegeta.

"Stop all your complaining and just get it done." Vegeta said, already annoyed by all her shouting and complaints.

"It's not that easy, Jack Ass. That's going to take me at least 2 days to fix!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta didn't seem to understand that science and machinery took time.

"Well that's just great." Vegeta said sarcastically. Guess he had to retort to heading back to the mountains to train and risk running into Piccolo or worse, Kakarot. The thought of Kakarot seeing how little headway he had made to becoming a Super Saiyan make Vegeta want to blow up an entire solar system.

"Shut up. I'm the one who's going to be stuck doing all the work of getting this working again for your smug ass." Bulma said, working on disconnecting some wires to remove the gravity control and the circuitry panel.

"You act as if you have other things to do when we both know that isn't true." Vegeta retorted. She was really irritating him. It wasn't his fault that she didn't make the gravity controls right the first time she built it. Bulma closed her eyes and continued to work in silence. No she didn't have anything to do. She was working on some simple experiment on a company car that wasn't really necessary. She was just bored at the time.

"You don't know what I do and do not have to do. You don't know my life." Bulma said, tossing a random wire behind her.

"I do know that you don't do shit. That I do know." Vegeta said.

"You're so effing annoying." Bulma said. "You don't have to be in here. All I'm doing is removing the controls for now. I can do that without supervision. Is that ok with you?" Bulma said.

"You turned the electricity off, I can't leave." Vegeta said in a matter-of-fact tone. Bulma blushed remembering that the door was automatic and was closed tightly behind them. "Unless you wish for me to blow a hole into that door and cause more damage."

"Whatever! Hand me that drill." Bulma said, reaching her hand out. Vegeta looked at her hand with disbelief. He was not going to help her fix what she poorly put together. Bulma looked up after noticing that the asked for item was still not placed in her possession. She gave Vegeta an irritated look.

"The sooner I get these things out, the sooner you can be back in your precious gravity machine." Bulma said irritation dripping on her words. Vegeta growled and pushed the drill into her hand roughly. "Thank you." Bulma said roughly. She began using the drill to take off screws and remove panels blocking wires from touching one another and causing an explosion while the gravity room was on. Vegeta was tired of watching from a distance and decided to look over Bulma's shoulder to see what she was doing. Bulma felt Vegeta's presence over her left shoulder but she chose to ignore him, which was hard. He was making her so nervous. She leaned away to her right to put some space between them. It seemed as if Vegeta leaned over as well which made Bulma lean even more. She lost her grip on the control desk and slipped, almost falling. Vegeta unconsciously grabbed her right before she could fall. Bulma grabbed Vegeta's arm out of instinct when she thought was going to hit the floor. Bulma looked up to see Vegeta staring right back at her. Here they were so close, yet again. And again, the temptation was there once again. And again, Bulma felt Vegeta's lips touch hers, warming her once again and sending a spark up her spine. Here we go again…

Not bashing Radditz or Yamcha. I actually like Radditz. I wished I could find some more good stories with him and Goku semi getting along. I've read two and both I like very much. And that rose thing? I was just being random, sorry I made you guys think it was something important. Lol

You guys just don't know how hard it was for me to write that sex scene. I kept stopping. I told you, writing those scenes make me oh so damn nervous. I wanted it to be sexy yet realistic. You can't tell me random thoughts don't pop in your head during. Don't lie! Lol Also, if you didn't realize it, they're both virgins in this story! Did you EVER see a woman in Frieza's army? Comon now. Please review! Thank you!