Disclaimer: I own this computer, that lamp, and myself; but sadly, I do not own DBZ.

Vegeta wanted to stop himself, his mind told him it would only end in heartbreak. His heart told him to keep going. She was the one he's waited for his entire life. The prince didn't know what to do. He felt himself smile as he cupped the back of her head. Vegeta let his fingers explore her hair; he didn't care anymore. He knew what was wrong with him.

Bulma questioned herself. Who was this? It couldn't have been the pothead she met a few months ago. This man was wonderful. She couldn't describe it, the feeling. Was it lust? Strong liking? NO! Those weren't the right words. The blue fox was too afraid to think of anything else. Her mind screamed, in anguish, as he parted from this kiss.

His strong ebony eyes watered with confusion, and wanting. His lips quivered, as he began to speak:

"Bulma Briefs, I love you," he choked "I don't care anymore. I fucking love you. I love your eyes, your smile, your scent, you view on life, and the way you make me feel. I love you."

Vegeta stared at her as they basked in the awkward silence. The embarrassed sayjin slouched into his seat and started to engine of the Toyota. The surprised heiress just stared at him in awe. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

She played with her fingers for a few moments, and then finally summoned the courage to speak.

"Vegeta…I? I don't know how to respond."

Bulma knew she felt the same way…

"Just shut up," He growled "We'll talk about this later. I don't need you messing up the moment with your mouth"

The bemused, blue haired female didn't know how to take this. Was he joking, trying to make the circumstances more comfortable? Was he really angry with her? Did he even mean what he said? Bulma just nodded. She'd get her answer soon enough.

The ride to the hotel was long. The radio seemed to be playing all the right songs, at the wrong moments. At one point, Bulma tried to hold Vegeta's hand, but he swiftly pulled away. She wasn't really surprised, but the rejection still stung, a little. They pulled up to a window were Vegeta stopped to pay the parking fee. Flashbacks took over, the scientist mind:

They soon arrived at the theater and Yamcha paid the fee through the window

Bulma quietly yelped, and held back her tears. She covered her mouth to hide her clenched teeth, and quickly wiped her eyes, with her free hand. Today was supposed to be a celebration; she refused to think of that terrible night. The vixen caught her prince stare at her in concern, just from the corner of her eye. He quickly returned to looking for a park, thinking she hadn't noticed.

The check in was moderate; the woman at the desk did not ask to many questions. Bulma knew not to expect a celebrity sweet, and she was smart not to get her hopes up. There room was very simple: two beds, a bare desk, a dusty TV, and a bathroom. It wasn't that bad. She smiled at Vegeta, who just sat on a horizontally striped bed and pulled out his phone. Bulma guessed that he was texting that 'friend', so she just sat on the opposite bed of him.

"Vegeta, what you said earlier…I want you to know…"

The scorned prince closed his phone, and ascended from the bed.

"You don't feel the same, I know. You could never lower your standards to street scum like me! Isn't that right princess?"

Bulma could hear the pain in his voice, as he spoke every word.

"No…Vegeta," said the forward, female as she stood up "What always makes you think you know everything? Vegeta you can't always be so negative. What you said…."

"Had not an ounce of truth to it," he interrupted, "I don't know. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or hormones. Do we really need an explanation? All you need to know is that I have no feelings for you at all. If there are any, there only platonic."

Bulma, once again, couldn't believe what was coming out of Vegeta's mouth…

"Vegeta," she pleaded, as she shook her head back and forth, "you don't mean that. That kiss…. that kiss told me, Vegeta! I do love you"

Vegeta smirked

"Hormones, your…YOUR JUST A PIECE OF ASS!"

The broken vixen felt the burning sting of tears racing down her checks. She started walking toward the door, but before she walked out:

"That's just how I felt after Yamcha raped me. I felt like just a piece of ass that any man could have. You made me feel different Vegeta," she choked, "Why couldn't you have just opened up to me?"

Bulma closed the door behind her, and ran down the hall.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Vegeta paced the empty room, feeling sick to his stomach.

'Were the hell are you, Bulma?'

The prince knew he had messed up. He just hoped, she'd find some place in her heart to forgive him. Vegeta couldn't sense her anywhere. There were to many people, and that's just what Vegeta was worried about. Sick of not knowing were his lover was, Vegeta left the room locking the door behind him,

ON THE STREET

Bulma had no idea were she was, and had never been in these surroundings before. It was late, very late. She considered heading back to the hotel, but she had no conscious reminder of were it was. The scientist knew she had wondered to far, but there was no turning back now.

She headed down a dark ally way. She knew it wasn't smart, but there was no were else to go. There was a stench of a body decaying, and a few stray cats crossed her path.

"Bulma…"

The young woman swung around to see what weak voice had called her name. She was swallowed by fear when she saw two familiar olive green eyes.

"You followed me all this way? …Why?" Bulma shook her head back and fourth, try to run but her legs wouldn't move.

"Because I love you. You were worth it…" the silhouette answered pulling out a small cloth, "For months, I've seen you with Vegeta. He doesn't value you, or treat you the way I do…"

"Yamcha…please…listen to yourself."

Bulma turned around to run, but knew she had no chance. After a few yards, the tired mistress could feel his breath on her back. He quickly jumped onto her back and placed the warm cloth over her nose and mouth. Bulma couldn't concentrate; the world was spinning and at the same time becoming darker and darker. She tried to stay awake, but with one last sigh, past out.

VEGETA

Vegeta dismounted off yet another city roof. He had been at this little routine for hours. He'd fly to different parts of the city and try to smell her out, or find a familiar ki. For hours, he had no such luck.

'Something's not right with her,' Vegeta thought 'she's scared'

Without warning, Vegeta sped up, looking for any clue to where his lover might be.

BULMA

The blue haired heiress groggily awaked with an awful headache.

"Where am I?" She softy questioned, wondering if she was still dreaming.

" In an old abandoned warehouse with little old me…ready for some fun?"

Bulma's eyes widened in shock. She tried to sit up, but realized that she couldn't for her arms and legs were handcuffed to a wooden poled bed. The terrified female looked for anyway out but only found the face of her capturer.

Yamcha cupped her chin and lent down to kiss her. He remained completely nude as he climed on top of her poorly clothed body. Bulma tried to fight him off, but it was impossible. She tried slipping out of the handcuffs but that just made her wrist bleed. The rapist licked the blood seeping off of her wounds.

She felt his manhood throbbing on her bare stomach and prayed for the nightmare to be over. She couldn't handle this again. The heiress felt a parade of endless tears race down her face as her slayer pulled her underwear to her knees.

"Yamcha…"

Bulma clenched her teeth, ready for yet another brutal impact, but instead felt her whole body become warm. She slowly opened her eyes to see that a heavy blanket was placed over her naked body.

"You dirty, filthy, scum!"

Bulma winced as she watched her savior beat Yamcha from an inch from death, until he coughed and hacked up waterfalls of blood. The malicious monster pleaded for his life, but Vegeta only smirked.

"Bulma pleaded for her virginity, but did you let her keep that?"

Vegeta summoned a small ball of energy onto the tip of his finger.

"Die"

"Vegeta! Don't!"

The prince looked towards the bondage vixen's direction

"Just untie me, and get me out of here"

Vegeta saw the pain in her eyes and dropped his limp prisoner.

"Next time there will be no warning, you dirty son of a bitch"

Yamcha scampered out of the poorly lit room leaving a dark trail of blood. The Saiyajin advanced towards the trembling female and broke each handcuff. Bulma just watched in awe. Vegeta wrapped her in the blanket and attempted to carry her back to the hotel.

A/N: You thought you wouldn't get this for another 10 months didn't you? WELL I PROVED YOU WRONG. And please, don't come to me saying this was too graphic because if you are of fourteen years and up, this kind of stuff is not a stranger to you. I apologize if you are a sheltered child. The next chapter will be about Vegeta explaining some things to Bulma about his 'powers' and all that jazz, but you know you have to REVIEW!