Bulma closed the door.

"Are you still angry?"

"No." She took Vegeta's hand. "I told you what I thought. I am not some tragic damsel in distress, you know. No matter what we do, we both have a choice. Every interaction between us has resulted from our choices. And if you remember, you once said that to me during one of our arguments."

Vegeta moved strands of hair from her face. She looked over his shoulder and activated two switches on the wall.

"Wait a minute, Vegeta."

"What are those?"

She put her finger on his lips to shush him. "One switch seals the door cracks. The other masks all sound in the room. No one can hear us from the outside. I have the same setup at the main house."

Vegeta raised his eyebrow. Her ingenuity never failed to impress him, even though he didn't express it often. "You think of everything. I could ask why you installed them, but I believe I already have my answer." He stopped and held her from behind. "Just let me explore you."

He cupped her breasts, drawing his fingertips across her nipples and moving them down the contours of her waist and hips. Their hands interlaced as he kissed her neck. Her head fell forward, allowing him to continue until his tongue landed right beneath her ear. He gently nipped her lobe. She sighed and pushed back against him, shifting her hips until she heard him pant just a little - just a little. Neither one of them wanted to move fast.

Bulma's hips continued their climb across his midsection. Closing his eyes, Vegeta's body followed her gyrations. She pushed back more until his increasing hardness sent tiny shock waves throughout her body.

"You like that, don't you?" She moaned the words quietly but just loud enough to further stoke his appetite for her.

Vegeta loved how her gauzy negligee felt on his fingers. "Please continue." His hands traced her backside, rubbing and stroking until he smacked it.
Rumbling, penetrating laughter emerged from deep inside of him.

Bulma bent over, grasping her ankles with her hands. "Do it again."

Smack!

"Again. Harder."

Smack!

"Harder, I said! I know you're strong enough."

Vegeta was thrilled by her demands but also surprised - and somewhat hesitant. He didn't want to hurt her by acting out the full extent of his excitement just yet. She was still a tiny-framed woman. He had other females before, some of whom were almost as physically strong as he. These vixens destroyed everything around them when they fucked. Oh, but Bulma did feel good. She felt right with him, like none other.

How in the world did he get here? Bulma was right that he could have any woman he wanted and do all sorts of devilish things with them, but this was exceptional - all because of her. Everything in his mind before had turned on inside out.

What will you do for me?

He was too busy being in control the last time when he uttered those words. It was a terrible thing to do, and he was capable of it again. He had played with her to mask his own mixed feelings about being on Earth, which weren't conflicted before he met her. He had once been on a sworn mission. The mission would continue, but now these feelings were clouding the pursuit. They were more than lust - that had been established now - but did he have the ability to find balance? Nothing about his personality and outlook on life had ever been balanced. He never expected that this was an option.

"Is everything okay, Vegeta?"

He breathed in. "Yes!" He pulled Bulma around and into his chest, removing her nightgown. She drew him in for a longer kiss. They laughed softly as her fingers touched his chin. His tongue traced the curvature of her lips. He did it again until she bit him. She tasted like candy.

"Your taste is sweet."

"It wasn't before?"

"It is always an argument with you, woman."

"Look who's talking? Now be quiet, Vegeta."

"Gladly."

He lifted her atop a nearby dresser chest, holding her body underneath. She wrapped her legs around him and leaned back on her arms. His thrusts began carefully. Her contractions against his cock increased with each upsurge of his movements. His head fell down slightly they panted together rhythmically.

Bulma raised her head. "Look at me." Vegeta leaned further into her body until she couldn't speak.

"You are so beautiful." His pace quickened. He moved his body upward to increase the pressure. He didn't want to come yet, nor did Bulma want to, so they moved from the dresser. They kissed all the way to her bed, standing on their knees in the middle until they slowly moved down. He positioned her legs on his shoulders to enter her. She bit her lips, relishing the pressure of his body on hers. He was so hard, and she felt every inch. She grabbed the bed sheets while he pushed upward. She had never felt anything like it before.

"Oh, godddd!"

Her exclamation inspired Vegeta to slow down. He pulled out to move his cock against her clit soothingly. He enjoyed hearing each staccato breath from her as much as she enjoyed the pleasure he provided.

By this time Bulma had her hands on his sides, signaling for him to continue. He breathed harder watching her mouth open wider with each thrust. Then an electric sensation shot through his body, compelling him drive harder. His head moved to the side as his hunger increased. He couldn't stop. Bulma's fist bore down on the bed like a hammer. Her tightening around his cock was hypnotic. His body began to sway from the sensation.

Bulma's eyes flew open. "Don't you stop on me, Vegeta!" She slapped him. "That's right! Ahhhh! Yes! Oh god, yes! That's right!" Her fists crashed onto the bed again until she finally belted out a yowl and jolted. Vegeta kept going as she screamed. It had been like this for what seemed like hours.

Then he felt it. He could barely hold himself in anymore. His body shook hard while she climaxed. "Ah… ha… hah… ha. Ahhhhhhh! UGNNNH!"

He wouldn't give in. He wouldn't shout her name. No, he couldn't give in yet.

Until he did.

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Ironically, Bulma slept like a rock while Vegeta stared at the ceiling through the next morning. He kicked her leg. No way would she get away with that. Both of them should've slept. He had fun too.

Why does she get to rest for hours?

He kicked her leg again.

Bulma burrowed into her pillows. "Vegeta, I swear, if you kick me one more time, I will bring my cat here tomorrow to nest on my bed sheets… and yours. We'll see how that treatment works out for you."

He kissed the center of her back. "So that means I can return tomorrow if I stop kicking you?"

Laughing, Bulma flipped around and slapped his shoulder. "Get out."

He frowned. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Fine." He left the bed. "Let me out of this sealed crypt of yours."

Bulma pulled the sheets over her chest. "You really should rethink leaving my room in a huff, especially after what we did together last night."

"You just told me to get out, Bulma. I did not hear 'Stay with me' or 'Can we do this again?' How am I supposed to be joyful about that? I barely understood what joyful meant until you tried explaining it to me."

Bulma threw a pillow at him. "Yeah, I remember that day. As I recall you said, 'Is it the way I felt when I killed the Ginyu Force?' First, stop taking all of my comments so literally. Apparently you also overlooked that I was laughing just now, so stop being a spoiled brat. My bedroom is a child-free zone. Besides, it's early and you have training this morning, remember? My father may be searching for you."

"I know."

"Well then get out." Bulma pulled the covers over her shoulders. "You know where the door switches are."

"Woman, I will be damned if you get to sleep more today when I can't." He threw the pillow back at her. "I was awake all night."

Bulma caught the pillow and yawned. "Not my problem. Bye, prince whine-a-lot. I'm sleeping later on weekends from now on - my lab, my rules."

"Oh really?" Vegeta snatched the sheets from the bed, flipping her flat on her back.

"Have you lost your mind, Vegeta?!"

He was already inside of her body before she could respond further. Moaning softly, Bulma arched into his powerful thrust. Vegeta bit her shoulder with the edge of his teeth and pushed deeper. Her eyelids fluttered and finally closed. His second bite rendered her voiceless.

"Now, that's more like it," he said as Bulma's nails raked across his back. "We are a team, and since when I have ever been in my right mind?"

Vegeta was long overdue for starting his regimen after their morning sexual escapade ended. He wouldn't explain himself to Dr. Brief, who was likely busying himself with another scientific hobby. He felt confident about making up for lost time anyway. Meanwhile, Bulma had fallen into another deep sleep. He would've stayed with her all day in bed to quell the darkness stirring inside of him, calling to him like a siren's song. He had a debt to pay, an offering to the deadly nightshade that fueled his determination and desire to reclaim his honor at whatever cost. He was an addict. He would do everything he could to feed his habit - to avoid the searing pain of withdrawal.

He looked down at Bulma and decided against waking her again. "You are incredible," he whispered.

Dr. Brief had been sipping coffee at the elevated observation window overlooking the redesigned training room. He turned on an intercom. The lights activated when Vegeta entered. Tracking his movements, the fighter drones locked into their positions while infrared beams crisscrossed the space. Vegeta's eyes scanned the room with excitement. The challenge felt invigorating, although not as much as fighting a worthy opponent. Bulma and her father had outdone themselves. Retrofitting the structure inside the space ship he would travel in later would be the final step.

"Did you have a good breakfast?" Dr. Brief asked. "It must have been delicious considering how late you are. Also, have you seen my daughter?"

I saw her in more ways than one, Vegeta thought to himself.

"I did not see Bulma during breakfast. Perhaps she had food brought to her room by the robots."

"Or she could be sleeping late again." Dr. Brief said, scratching his chin. "Can you wait about forty-five minutes? That should be enough time for her to arrive with a fresh mind after I contact her, I think."

"No," Vegeta replied. He put on his gloves. "We begin now. I have waited long enough, and so have you. You cannot fool me about that, Brief."

"All right then. Your protective clothing still suits you?"

"Yes," Vegeta said with growing impatience.

"Let's get started." The doors locked. Dr. Brief left the observation room to have a cigarette.

Vegeta snickered. "Indeed."

By the time Bulma arrived, Vegeta was on his sixth consecutive round of fight sequences, with each applying more gravity to his workout. His improvement exceeded her and Dr. Brief's expectations, but not his. Before this moment, even though he risked relapse, he managed to keep a baseline for body conditioning during his treatment. That turned out to be the best option despite his first failed training effort after he had been ill.

"My god, look at his footwork," Bulma said to her father. "It's like he had a blueprint in his mind for this."

"Yes, sweetheart, it is extraordinary." Dr. Brief put his arm around her shoulder. "He is back to normal, it appears. Great work on the setup."

Bulma activated a 3-D screen of Vegeta's body. "Trust me, dad, he would disagree with you on being back to normal, and I would probably support him."

"Why is that?"

"Look closer. See there? He's taken some small hits. I know he noticed, even though the drone sensors aren't firing intense heat at him. He's also not moving at his fastest. You must have noticed."

"Well, yes, I see that. I figured he was training slower for our benefit, not his, so we could see him clearly and make adjustments as needed."

"Perhaps he is." Bulma switched on the intercom. "Vegeta, are you ready for a break?"

He crossed his arms in opposite directions to fire at the drone beams.

"You're breaking my concentration, Bulma! Stop it!"

Bulma saluted at him. "Aye, commander!"

Dr. Brief's lips and mouth tightened. He walked to the window, standing in front of the control panels. Vegeta signaled to him to end that part of the fighting drill completely.

"What's wrong, dad?"

"So did you get it out of your system?"

Bulma didn't like the tone of his voice. "What are you talking about?"

"You slept with him last night, didn't you?"

"I can't believe you!" Bulma hissed. "We're discussing our hard work and now you're interrogating me about him? I don't have time for this."

"I don't care what you have time for, daughter! If you made time for him last night, then you can talk with me now. I hoped that you would listen when we spoke about this before."

"Dad, look, neither of us took advantage of each other."

"That doesn't matter. Vegeta can take care of himself. You are my concern."

"I am an adult. You never had any problem with my other…"

"Damn it, Bulma!" Dr. Brief shut off the 3-D screen. "Vegeta is unlike any other man you've known. Why him? Are you that bored with your life?"

"Bored?! I resent that. There's more to him as a person than you think."

Dr. Brief returned to the control panel. "Let me ask you something. How can you have feelings for a man who loathes your childhood friend? Goku has loved and been kind to you, and he's tried to help others. Time and again Vegeta has been crystal clear about his main objectives. You and I have a reciprocal relationship with him - a quid pro quo - not an everlasting one."

"Goku holds no anger or resentment toward him, daddy."

Dr. Brief looked down into the training area. Vegeta walked along the walls to inspect the room structure more closely.

"That's different from a vulnerable woman sleeping with a man, Bulma.

She held up her hand. "Okay, we aren't doing this anymore. I had a wonderful night, and I want my mood to stay positive."

"Fine then," Dr. Brief said coolly. "I want you to consider this. If the affair continues, I am revoking my offer to run Capsule Corporation. If you can't make wise decisions, then I have no other choice. You will receive your inheritance early because of this decision, but nothing else."

"You're threatening me now?"

"Don't consider it a threat, Bulma. Call it a business decision."

Bulma removed her lab coat. "We should prepare to leave for home. I will capsulize our projects to finish on campus." She closed the door quietly after exiting the room.

Dr. Brief returned to the observation window. "I take it you heard all of that?"

"You meant for me to," Vegeta said. "She had the intercom off before."

"Are you ready to continue your drills?"

"Yes."