A/N: OMG HI!!! ok i am sooo sorry this took forever i just havn't had anytime, and i was soo scared that i wouldn't have been able o post this up because i leave the country in an hour but look i have and i hope u like it! read and Review! thanks to all my reviewers out there i had 9 for my last chap the most i have ever had n i got l more untill i reach 100 so party!!! -xxx-
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"We will be arriving at Planet Kold in exactly 30 minutes" a computerized voice informed the passenger. Vegeta carelessly grunted, 'Damn computer, damn pod, damn Planet, damn Kold, DAMN FRIEZA!' Vegeta stared down at his chest. It had been a long six months of non stop purging and training. A long six months without a single soul to talk to, not that Vegeta minded though. He used the time to ponder his existence. He was a Prince to a dead race, a race in which he could not avenge, instead a lower class baka possessed the power to and it was this that ate his inside out. From the time he left Frieza's ship in the pod in which he was meditating in presently, not single second went by without his thoughts being haunted by the mere flashback of the naïve Saiyan ascend. It almost pushed him over the edge and the only thing that kept him from insanity was training. He trained everyday, leaving little time for rest and food. It was brutally intense and often left the Saiyan Prince on the brink of unconsciousness, the only thing that drove the mighty Prince on was only a few phrases, 'I will ascend, I will avenge my people, I will defeat Frieza and then I will defeat you, Kakkarot'. Without anyone to oversee the Prince, and from the lack of communication, it could be said that the Saiyan no Ouji had thrown himself into a vicious cycle, unable to escape.
Yet, rarely, only in his sleep, Vegeta would leave everything behind, his thoughts, his training, his madness, and one image would capture his mind…her. Vegeta clenched his fist as the vision of the blue haired vixen took form in his mind. As the thought of Super Saiyan tormented his thoughts during the day, the thought of the woman tormented his soul in the night, and at times it seemed to be much worse. Vegeta just could not comprehend why the woman had such an affect on him. All he wanted to do was hold her petite frail body with the utmost care, but possessively, smell her blue tresses and stroke her soft back. He just wanted her pressed up against him, to feel the warmth that radiated from within, engulfing him. He didn't know when he came to accept these terms, probably on one of his many lonely nights, where his manhood would not cease to provoke every fiber in his body, and she was his only release. Yet the proud Saiyan disregarded the fact that his longing for the woman was nothing more than pure lust to cure his loneliness occurring throughout the past few months and she was the only female he knew that he could tolerate for more then 10 minutes at a time. All he needed was release, from the emptiness that tortured his soul and he knew she was only person who could free him from his anguish. Nevertheless Vegeta pushed his 'feelings' aside.
'I refuse to engage myself with such insignificant matters; emotions are for the weak, a true warrior should be free from such a burden, it will only hinder their performance!' Stubbornly refusing to press anymore into the matter thus making it his final statement on the topic, Vegeta roughly pressed the button to open his pod, sneered at the guards that had come to 'greet' the arriving royal and haughtily made his way 'home'.
Steaming hot pelts of water descended upon soft snow white skin. Conditioner matted into her blue tresses, and foamy suds of soap rested on random parts of her body. Bulma sighed in pure contentment. This was the first day she had the morning off since her arrival on the ship, and she was not about to let it go to waste. Yet she could feel time slip threw her slender wet fingers and knew subconsciously that it was time to leave her leisure activity. Rinsing her hair and body, Bulma remorsefully turned off her shower and step out onto the bathroom mat. She reached for her towel and secured it around her, leaving her arms free to finish her routine. Combing her hair in a relaxing pace, Bulma stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. This one was larger and covered the entire wall compared to the ship's; which helped when two girls where trying to get ready at the same time. In fact everything was larger than in the ship, the bathroom, bedroom and common room, which Bulma was defiantly thankful for. It was still smaller than she was usually customized too, yet this was no 5 star Resort, and she was probably lucky to be living in such accommodation. Humming carelessly to herself, Bulma walked over to her closet to pick out her outfit for the day.
"Shit, where is that damn thong?" the capsule corp heiress brutally rummaged around threw her underwear draw, however no luck.
'Urgh dammit, probably in the dryer' annoyed immensely for having to leave her room in search for her underwear, Bulma heatedly stalked to the dryer that was located in a small closet next to her room. Opening the closet door and bending down to retrieve her underwear from the dryer's maze the blue haired vixen was unaware of the extra person who just entered the room.
Vegeta, who had literally just walked threw the door, was now leaning up against it admiring the view. The oblivious woman was wrapped in just a towel and her perfect shaped ass was bobbing up and down. Vegeta smirked at the situation, it was just too good. Absentmindedly Bulma stood up and started to try and put her thong on while holding her towel in place. Vegeta smirked widely and shifted; causing some sort of sound to occur that Bulma whipped her head around towards the noise and doubled over in shock, almost loosing her towel, with her underwear around her thighs.
"AHHH!" Bulma, totally caught off guard harshly bumped her head on the dryer, adding insult to injury.
"Woman, I didn't think that YOU of all people would degrade herself to the status of a whore."
'Kami you look sexy in that towel, no wait, remove the towel!'
"ME! WHORE? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT PERVE! HOW AM I IN ANYWAY A WHORE?!"
'HE'S BACK, KAMI IS HOT!'
"Well how do you explain sauntering around in nothing but that drying cloth and then attempting to put on your under garments in public when you perfectly well know that 3 male Saiyans live in the same quarters as you?"
'If anyone of those bastards touched you, I'd blast them to the next dimension and beyond.'
"KAMI VEGETA! Do you really think I am like that? For Kami's sake! I can't believe you think that, I thought you knew me better than that you asshole, I'm not some cheap whore! I KNOW the guys aren't here, everyone is working apart from me because it's my morning off so stop making fucking assumptions about me!"
'He really thinks I am like that, why Vegeta, I thought you knew me…'
"I can make assumptions about anyone or thing I want woman, and nobody tells me otherwise!"
'Oh shit, wrong thing to say.'
"WHATEVER VEGETA! Just go back to space you're NOT wanted here, I don't want you here you arrogant son of a bitch! I can't believe you just waltz right in here, no 'hello, how are you?' but make assumptions that I am a whore! YOU ARE AN ARROGANT PRICK! You would have probably left without telling anyone of us if I hadn't stumbled in! You just think you can do whatever you please; well I don't need this shit, so JUST GO AWAY!"
'Please stay…'
Bulma was breathing heavily now, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes full of intensity and her chest was slowly and dramatically rising up and down. She stood her ground and glared holes into the Princes black orbs waiting for a reaction. She was waiting for him to walk away or break something in rage, or start shouting again, yet instead he stood his ground as well in a calm manner which was odd for him and gazed into her eyes. Then he started to slowly advance towards her. Bulma watched, curiously as the Saiyan Prince slowly approached her, she had no idea what he would do, this freaked her out and little bit and she found herself taking some steps backyards until she was pressed up against her hard metal wall and a firm armored chest. Slowly two gloved hands found their way to her hips and started to sensually travel up and down her sides, yet the gaze was never broken. Then Vegeta push his body against hers, crushing her into the wall and placed his face into the crook of her neck. He traveled up her neck with his nose, gracefully breathing hot breath onto it. Bulma shivered in delight yet that was her only reaction. Finally Vegeta found her lips. He started to kiss her slowly, savoring the taste and loving the control. He gently nipped her bottom lips and started to nibble on it, and then he ascended to the top. His hands were now doing their own thing, traveling up her stomach, to her arms that were now wrapped around his neck. Not wanting to wait any longer he forcefully pushed his tongue into her sweet mouth and began to explore, something he had wanted to do for ages. Bulma was in heaven, his kiss was deep and passionate, his tongue was skillful and exciting, his roaming hands ignited shivers to overcome her hole body and when he started to suck on her tongue and lips she thought she was about to die! His hands (now un-gloved) were underneath her towel and feeling up her ripe plum breasts stimulating her hard rock nipples. Bulma moaned in pure ecstasy and without knowing pushed her pelvis to his groin. Vegeta smirked and began to kiss her jaw to her neck, collarbone and up to her ears sensually nipping and sucking.
"You want me to go now woman?" he said in a husky whisper.
"…n, n,noooo" Bulma's eyes were closed and she could hardly speak. Vegeta smirked at the power he had over by just doing what had happened.
"Then say you want me to stay."
"I..I..want you to stay, Vegeta.." Vegeta froze. Just the way she said 'Vegeta', it was filled with lust (of course) but something else, something that shouldn't have been there, but seemed as if it had been there for a long time. It seemed that she wanted him to stay, not only because her craving was at it's speak but wanted him there to be her protector again, her friend, and possibly…more than that. Jerkily he pulled away from her neck to stare into those enchanting eyes. He frowned but leaned in and kissed her one more time before pulling away.
"Too bad woman, I'm going to train" and with that he left a very flustered and bewildered Bulma to lamely clutch her towel around her petite body and watch the Saiyan no Ouji in all his glory to stroll out the main door.
A/N: yes finally action! hope u like it read and review. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! this is my last update till jan but i will come back with such good chaps and a new story (a 3year one i really wanna try it ) and one shot hopefully so look out! -xxx-