******Bulma******

It all happened so fast. One second, Vegeta was their enemy, the next their ally. Something about a "force" coming their way. Whatever it was, she was alone again, trying to find a safe place to hide or a way off the planet. It seemed like everything here wanted to eat her, possibly including Vegeta with the look he gave her before they took off. She would have probably been embarrassed to admit that she was a bit flustered by it if anybody had been around to ask.

She stomped as she continued walking, irritably screeching how everyone was going to pay for not protecting her on this damn planet. She walked in the direction she hoped was towards the ship, thinking it might suit her best to try, for the thousandth time, to fix it or at best use what she could to make a small, one-man ship for herself.

"Everyone will just have to live and wish themselves home! Wait, no I can't say that. I need to be able to take Gohan with me too. Chi-Chi would murder me if I didn't make it back with him. UGH! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!"

Creatures both big and small darted out of her way, hiding in the trees, water, and caves as she muttered angrily, occasionally letting out screams of frustration and sending even more wildlife into hiding places.

She hadn't known how long it had been, but it seemed like hours. Several times since she had been left alone, the ground under her feet had begun to tremble and crack. She desperately hurried to get further away but no matter how many hover vehicles she had at her disposal, she still ended up running for her life and getting almost nowhere. It was suddenly dark for a moment and everything was still. It was an obvious sign that the Dragon Balls were being used. It hadn't lasted long and somehow, it felt like nothing had changed.

Soon after, the very air felt like it was shaking as the sounds of a raging battle cracked through it. Whatever was happening, it was not good. Bulma waited for a while by a pond, listening to the sounds as the planet began to settle with an eerie calmness. It was quiet for a long time, so long that the screams of agony had startled her almost out of her skin.

The cries of pain sounded like someone was being tortured – sounded like…. Vegeta. It was heartbreaking to hear and although she had already had a set perception of him, Bulma didn't wish this kind of punishment on him. In fact, the louder the screams seemed to get the more her eyes welled with tears and heart clenched in grief.

******Vegeta******

Vegeta floated lifelessly, gently tickled by dense fog. The pain was gone again, everything was gone. He opened his eyes to the familiar darkness, but something was different. It felt… like home. As he turned himself to a standing position to get a better look at his surroundings, Vegeta was rather shocked by what he saw.

To his right was an ethereal looking haven. A large palace with soft glows of red caught his attention and he tried to focus in on it for a better understanding of what he was witnessing. It felt…. right. Like he was supposed to go there. A loud battle cry erupted from the haven and he immediately placed it as his fathers.

"It's….it's Oninvhal! Father! My people! I'm home!" He shouted as he tried running towards the glowing palace. Step after step, he put all of his energy into getting there. Only he wasn't moving – he was running in place and exhausting himself. He was about to curse this place, curse the very Gods for tormenting him when he was so close to finally being the closest he'd ever been to home when a soft, feminine whimper caught his attention.

He turned to face behind him and saw the familiar glowing paths, all pastel rather than their usual neon. He hadn't even noticed it. He was so caught up in the first thing he saw that he hadn't noticed he was missing his last chance to possibly ever see Bulma again.

The blue path was fading faster than the rest, possibly because it had already been dimmed after Yamcha's death during the battle on Earth. Vegeta didn't move, he didn't even breathe as he stared at the paths, unsure if he would even be able to move towards them at all.

"….become the savior creatures like me so desperately need…."

"H-Hivrum?"

"There is still time to do something…."

"'Do something?' What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm dead! Frieza killed me, he won!"

"….do….something….."

Vegeta growled in frustration. What could a dead guy possibly do to save anyone? HE WAS DEAD! He scoffed and crossed his arms, unable to comprehend how stupid this all was. Turning his attention and taking a test step towards the palace, Vegeta wondered if Hivrum was the reason he couldn't join his people.

The soft whimper from before echoed across the darkness, sounding like it was originating from right next to him this time. He turned his head in every which way, searching for the source and found nothing, even when the whimper turned into a mournful cry.

He stared at the paths for a moment and focused, much like he had with the palace. The cry was sounding more and more like Bulma. Much to his displeasure, Vegeta found himself yearning to comfort her, to hold her close, to protect her. When had he become so soft?

He clicked his tongue irritably and turned away again only to growl and start walking to the paths. This time he was allowed to move. His steps felt like leaps with how quickly he was gaining ground. As he approached the paths, the others faded away. He slowed to a halt and found himself standing directly in front of the door – the one that had always led to Bulma.

The cries sounded to fade like they were moving away, and he followed them. Through the door he went and he was…. back on Namek? This couldn't be right. There was no one around, and no body that he had taken over. It was just him, alone in his own body.

"Wait. This looks familiar…," he said out loud as he began to place the area of the planet he was suddenly on. He wasn't sure how he remembered it seeing as how all of Namek looked exactly the same but somehow, he knew. He knew this was the area where he had seen Bulma for the first time with his own eyes.

He looked behind him and sure enough, the door was gone and there was the cave where he had pressed himself to her soft body. Vegeta's mouth was suddenly dry. Was this going to be the one and only chance he had to truly talk to her as himself?

******Bulma******

She was crying for him. She couldn't believe she was crying for him. Vegeta of all people probably didn't want anyone's sympathy let alone their tears, and he sure as hell didn't deserve any of it. Yet, here she was, bawling her eyes out and unable to stop the pain in her chest from getting worse. Before long, her eyes were red and swollen, her chest heaving from being out of breath, and her body shaking in grief.

Bulma hadn't even realized when she had cried herself to sleep, but she felt like she was dreaming. Namek was gone and she was in darkness. She called for help but didn't dare move in fear of falling into nothing. She cried a bit more and the world around her began to illuminate. She was back in the cave with the huge Dragon Ball she had been placed in charge of guarding, only this time, everything seemed to have a blue, serene glow to it.

Her eyes caught the sight of a shadow by the entrance and she almost screamed when she realized she was face to face with Vegeta again. Only this time, he didn't look angry or mean. He looked worried – worried about…. her?

"Vegeta?"

******Vegeta******

He was in front of her before he even realized he had moved. Her voice was silky and pleasant as she said his name. It was a tone Vegeta had never heard accompanied with his name. He wanted desperately to fall into her arms and hold her tightly. It was here, at this moment, that he comprehended why he couldn't go to Oninvhal. She was home. She was his safe space. The only luxury, comfort, and warmth he had ever experienced.

To have the honor to rejoin his people as a warrior was nothing compared to feeling like he belonged – like he was welcome. She may not know it yet, hell she may never know it, but over the time he had invaded Yamcha, she had become his everything.

Vegeta kept his composure in front of her, not wanting to hint that he was having a mental breakdown accompanied by an epiphany. Instead, he did the only thing he knew for certain that he could do even in his sleep, he acted like an asshole.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he smirked, reciting the words from their first encounter.

She stayed there for a moment, just staring at him before she smiled deviously and flirtatiously replied.

"Oh no, Vegeta! What will I do, trapped in this cave with such a bad man?!"

"…wha...?"

******Bulma******

She was dreaming, she had to be! There was no way she had suddenly gone back in time and was now trapped in this cave with him again! His expression may have changed the moment he began to speak but she knew it had to be a dream, it was exactly as it had been the first time she was with him.

'If this is a dream, then that means…. anything can happen. Yeah…. I can live out a teensy weensy little fantasy and no one would ever know. I wonder if this is one of those "lucid dreams" where I can do and make anything happen?'

Bulma smiled and decided she was going to test that theory. There was no way anyone or anything could give her a scientific explanation for why this was happening again unless it was, in fact, a dream.

She flirted with him and he seemed absolutely baffled. It was adorable, really. He had blushed and stuttered to find any words, but it had only proved her dream theory. A man like Vegeta couldn't possibly be shy, not with the way he reeks of confidence. She liked it on him though, the shy, almost virgin-like demeanor he had displayed.

It hadn't taken long for him to bounce back. One minute she was putting her best moves on a man that was acting like a teenager, the next she was bent over the giant Dragon Ball, screaming at him to go faster. Dreams are great.

******Vegeta******

One thing had led to another rather quickly and Vegeta was almost embarrassed by how off-guard he had been caught. He quickly took the lead and gave her what she wanted, all the while whispering sentimental bullshit that he would never dare repeat. It didn't seem to matter anyway, Bulma had been so loud that her echoes never dissipated before the next ear-bursting sound escaped her throat.

Now he was facing another dilemma. After their tryst, Vegeta had turned to grab his clothes only to find them completely missing. He turned back and Bulma and the Dragon Ball were gone as well. Everything around him had faded and the orange path lit up in front of him. Why of all the paths was the orange one glowing…

"Kakarot. He…he must have been the brat that was always training! The energy attack he had used on that waterfall was the same one he used on me when we fought on Earth! Why hadn't I made the connection sooner!"

Vegeta berated himself for having been too distracted to put the pieces together but nonetheless, he couldn't really be so hard on himself with fighting for his life these past few days. He took a step towards the door and a sudden gust of wind came from behind him. Vegeta shielded himself and closed his eyes tight as the wind became icy.

When he opened them again, in front of him were two figures walking towards the door. One looked like Kakarot only there was no mistake that he was 100 percent Saiyan. The second figure was one he had longed to see since he was a child, his father.

Vegeta reached out to his father but the transparent figures simply walked through the door. For a moment, he almost rushed in but he was still naked. He desperately looked around for his clothes and even called out for Hivrum to help him out but found nothing.

The path began to fade again and Vegeta rushed to the door, it was now or never! He understood what Hivrum had said. He knew now, that the only way he could do something was through Kakarot, the last Saiyan. Bulma, on the other hand, was sent to remind him of what would be lost if he didn't do this. They may have gone far from the beaten path he was sure had been set, but the result was the same. Save her.

He went through the door and spoke to Kakarot. Told him everything that Frieza had done and what he would continue to do. Their fathers appeared again, seemingly as symbols of support tethering them to their heritage and encouraging Goku to keep it alive. They would now, all live through him and his son.

The message was sent clearly and Vegeta could hear the faint sound of battle as everything returned to darkness. Off in the distance was the faint, red glow of the palace – Oninvhal.

******Bulma******

Bulma sat in the grass and watched the clouds for a moment. Namek had been an adventure but she was glad it was over. Her weird, lucid dream had ended abruptly when a weird Namek frog jumped onto her face. He ruined it, he ruined the orgasm her dream-self had been experiencing but at least she got there.

She smiled to herself as she reminisced about the dream. It had felt real in some ways but lacked in others. It was as if the feeling was very touch-and-go throughout the whole thing, but she had still enjoyed herself immensely. Now, they were back on Earth. A hard battle won, friends lost, and hope to bring them all back.

They were all waiting for Dr. Briefs to arrive and all the while Vegeta seemed to be sticking around, albeit at a distance. She had offered them all a place to stay while they waited for the Namekian Dragon Balls to be active again, even Vegeta against everyone's objections, but she didn't see a reason to distrust him after all he had done to help. He wasn't perfect but there was definitely more to him.

She couldn't suppress the blush forming on her cheeks as she jerked her eyes away from him again. For what had to be the 3rd time since they had made the arrangements, Vegeta had caught her staring. She felt stupid for allowing her eyes to wander the way they did, but she couldn't help herself! Once she started thinking of him, her eyes just had a way of finding him.

The hum of engines caught her attention and she shook off her embarrassment. Her father had finally shown up to take them all home!

Soon after arriving at Capsule Corp, Bulma showed everyone around and set the Namekians up with all the Capsule Houses they had available. That meant she still needed to find a place for…

"Vegeta! Hey, there you are!"

"What do you want, woman?"

"First of all, it's Bulma. Second, we are all out of Capsule Houses, but you are welcome to stay in one of the guest rooms. You make the Namekians uncomfortable anyway."

"What?! They make me uncomfortable! They don't stop staring, they're almost as bad as you!"

"I… what? I don't stare, I glare! And anyway, you stink so follow me and I'll get you a change of clothes."

Vegeta gave her a sneer and huffed but followed her without another word. This guy was definitely trouble, but the kind of trouble that attracted Bulma like a moth to a flame.

She smiled over her shoulder at him and led him through Capsule Corp, giving him a grand tour before stopping at a guest bathroom. She shoved him in and told him she'd return with a change of clothes and hurried away before he could have a chance to argue.

******Vegeta******

The nerve of this woman to act as if she didn't want him. He had been smelling it on her since the first time he had caught her staring in the field! He allowed her to think she had won but only because he was filthy and cleaning up sounded great. He had, after all, dug himself out of a grave moments prior to being transported here with the Dragon Balls.

He ignored her as she went on and on with the tour of Capsule Corp. He didn't need a tour, he knew this place like the back of his hand after exploring it while in Yamcha's body. It was strange to be there, the awe in his eyes upon arrival wasn't due to how huge and amazing the place was, but because he never thought he'd see it in person.

During the trip from the field to Capsule Corp, Vegeta had pinched himself several times expecting this to be yet another dream. It was surreal, but it was happening. He really was here, and he really was here with her. He couldn't even remember anything after speaking to Kakarot. It was all empty space in his memory – he saw and felt nothing.

Vegeta watched as Bulma walked away, her ass swaying invitingly as she walked at a slightly hurried pace to get away without argument. When she rounded the corner at the end of the hall, Vegeta decided he too could give her a little show.

******Bulma******

She hummed as she gathered some clothes and grabbed a new pack of boxer briefs from their merchandise box. They always had at least one box of every Capsule Corp merchandise on hand, always in a variety of sizes too. Bulma's mother had always made sure their guests had what they needed and then some when they came over.

As she headed back down the hall, clothes in hand, Bulma could already tell Vegeta had a habit in need of breaking. He was in the shower and the bathroom door was still wide open! She rolled her eyes and took a quick peek inside to make sure she wasn't going to embarrass him, then stepped in to leave the clothes.

"Hey, Vegeta. I'm leaving the clothes on the counter, and next time close and lock the door before you get in the shower! Someone might see you…."

She hadn't expected to see anything with all the steam from the scorching water he must have been using but she froze the instant she saw it. Pressed up against the glass shower were Vegeta's butt cheeks as he leaned against it to bend down and scrub his legs.

"…. naked," Bulma finally finished in a small voice. She hadn't really noticed just how round and firm his ass was until now. She stood there with her eyes wide and her mouth agape as she imagined him in his suit and armor, wondering if it looked just as good.

"If you're going to stare at my ass, you might as well come wash my back."

Bulma let out a small gasp and darted out of the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind her. She ignored the laughing coming from the bathroom and shook off her embarrassment as she stomped back downstairs to help her mother start preparing dinner.

Dinner had been a relative flop. They hadn't known that Namekians didn't eat and set up a big feast for everyone. Most of it didn't go to waste though, Vegeta made sure of that. If Bulma hadn't been so used to seeing Goku eat she might have been disgusted by the amounts of food Vegeta was capable of putting away. He still ate less than Goku and was much cleaner about it.

She had watched him from the corner of her eye as he ate, hoping not to get caught staring for the millionth time that day but she couldn't help the smile and giggles that incited every time he tasted something new and paused to enjoy it. Bulma theorized that he must have never gotten to eat food that was properly seasoned.

After their meal, Bulma spent several more hours making sure the Namekians were comfortable and had everything they needed for their extended stay. She even took several board games and such out to them so they could be entertained. Of course, Vegeta was nowhere to be found. He took off after dinner and didn't even thank them for their hard work!

Bulma shook her head as she walked the dimly lit hall towards her room. There was just something about Vegeta that got on her very last nerve and yet every fiber of her being couldn't stop yearning for him. She rounded the corner to the homestretch of hallway and found it unusually dark, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end as an eerie feeling began to creep through her.

"Um… hello? Is someone there?" She asked with a small quiver to her voice.

It wasn't just darker, it seemed like the temperature had dropped as well. She shivered and walked slowly towards her room, eyes darting to every inch of the hallway in front of her looking for the source of the ominous aura.

She took a deep breath and stopped dead in the middle of the hallway. There was someone or something behind her, she could feel the eyes on her back. She gulped and slowly turned her head, hoping that whatever it was wouldn't attack her once she made eye contact. Her heart began racing as she noticed a shadow on the wall across from the only light that in the hall. She turned faster hoping to find the source before it was gone and….

"AH! Oh my God, Vegeta you scared me! Why would you do that you prick?!"

Vegeta was leaning against the wall, watching her unresponsively. He didn't answer or move as she stood there nervously. It was becoming awkward, too awkward.

"Okay then. Well, I was heading to bed. Are you lost or hungry?"

No answer.

"OoooKaayyyyy. What do you want?"

No answer.

Bulma rolled her eyes and scoffed, turning her back on the Saiyan and ready to make a dash to her room. Something was clearly up and Piccolo was the only person remotely strong enough to help her, and he had gone to the Lookout to check on Kami.

She regretted it instantly. She shouldn't have turned her back on him. The moment she did, a cold rush of air hit from behind. She could feel him now standing directly behind her, her body frozen in fear.

******Vegeta******

The food had been amazing. Never in his life had he ever tasted food with such flavor mingle together in his mouth, complimenting one another and creating a savory orgy on his tongue. He was completely consumed in savoring every morsel, taking at least one bite of everything that had been served. He had salivated so much while it all was being prepared that he thought he'd drown himself if his stomach didn't start eating him alive first.

He had almost missed the woman looking at him while he ate, smiling every time he tried something new and hummed in pleasure as he savored the flavors and textures. Nothing was as it was when he possessed Yamcha. It was like everything had had a strong filter over the senses. Colors were brighter, smells more potent, and the food was no longer the bland abomination he had regrettably been used to all his life.

After he ate, Vegeta had taken off to contemplate his next move. He didn't want to scare off Bulma but he was having the urge to be close to her. Closer than he had gotten in the cave. If food, colors, and smells, were alive in person then he could only imagine how the woman would feel. His lips tingled as he thought back to the cave when he had had the pleasure of feeling her skin against his lips for the first time.

'If I tried something tonight, she may reciprocate the way she did in the dream. But there is still the possibility of her saying 'no' simply because this isn't a dream. Clearly, the woman wants me, I can see it in her eyes and smell it on her. She's basically in heat when I'm around!

'Then again, will I even be able to please her? I've….I've never….done this with my own body. How will I last? I didn't last long the few times I….'

Vegeta growled and tried to cover the blush on his face as he stood on the roof of Capsule Corp looking over the glowing city lights. He hated to admit having touched himself to thoughts of her several times over the years after waking up from the dreams. Real pleasure was still a mystery to him and no matter how much experience he had through his dreams he often wondered if it would translate to real life.

'Perhaps I should wait. Maybe even spend time with her the way I did before when Yamcha forced his dammed rules on her. Then she can come to me and…..'

He sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose. This wasn't helping. He was usually so sure of himself and his actions, but this woman had a way of making him second-guess himself. He used to just take what he wanted and had had the self-control to refuse women if they were distracting him.

But what would she even be distracting him from? Everything was different now. He had no home, no orders – he is a free man and he has no clue what free men even do. How do they decided what they want in life or what to do each day? Taking over Frieza's empire was something he could still do but what was the point? Kakarot would just take that from him the way he took it from Frieza. If not him then surely someone else would try.

Would any of that be worth it? After everything he had gone through and did in the lucid dreams, could he really go back and become the next Frieza?

Vegeta's internal battle had him fully distracted as he entered the building. He almost didn't notice Bulma until he almost crashed into her. His conflicting doubts disappeared the moment he saw Bulma walking so carefree into the building. Vegeta hadn't intended on it, but he was now stalking her – waiting to see how long it would take her to realize there was a predator behind her.

He hid in the dark corners, up on the ceiling and even behind some of the houseplants as he followed her through Capsule Corp. It wasn't until they reached the hallway to her room that she started to feel uneasy. He couldn't tell if it was due to the burnt bulbs that added an eerie sense of darkness or the open window that was letting in the cool, night breeze, but something had her shaking.

The enjoyment of stalking her was cut short when she turned and noticed him, hidden in the shadows just out of reach from the dim lights in the hall. He couldn't hear what she was saying, his heart was pounding so hard he could hear it drumming in his ears. Finally, she said something that did catch his attention.

"What do you want?"

He wasn't thinking coherently. The moment those words left her lips, he wanted nothing but to relive the moment she had fully comprehended that he was there, inside Yamcha. She turned her back on him and he smirked, taking complete advantage of the situation without thinking it through.

Vegeta rushed behind her, the breeze he created gently pushing her hair forward in a playful sway. She froze on the spot, only adding to his urge to pounce on his prey. With great restraint, he instead continued with teasing her.

"I want you….," he leaned in closer so that his breath could be felt against her neck. "…to be my little slut." There was a sudden shiver from her body and he was unsure if she took the hint. Again, without thinking too hard over what he was getting himself into, Vegeta began to whisper. "You can even call me…. Prince." He could hear her small gasp as he gently tugged on her earlobe with his teeth and licked it apologetically before moving to walk past her, winking once he made it directly in front of her bedroom door.

******Bulma******

Was it possible for the human body to literally freeze? To become so in shock that time itself stops all at once?

She couldn't believe what she had just heard. There was no way! Of all the people in the Universe, had it really been Vegeta? Her eyes were wide and her body was reacting a little too much to his words and that smirk, oh Kai, that devious smirk!

'Wh-what? D-did he just s-say….. how can he have known? No one but me and Yamcha knew. Is…this some kind of joke? What if Saiyans can read minds? That's got to be it! Maybe he read my mind in the cave. Yeah, that's probably how he found out.

'But…wait. What if it really is him? What if this is my chance to… no, I can't. What about Yamcha? He would hate me if he knew that I…. with Vegeta….and that he was….

'This isn't fair! We… had a connection, didn't we? And if I turn him away now then I may never get a chance to feel it again. It has to be him, right? Vegeta has to be "Prince." How else did he know? How else would he know where my room is? Oh Kami, he's heading to my room!

'Think Bulma! Think about the possible consequences of this happening! Could it really be a bad idea to go through with this? But what about that weird dream and all those fantasies I had about him? Were they due to a true connection between us or just me lusting after the bad boy type?

'No. There has to be more to this. The only regret I will have is the regret of not knowing. I need to do this! I need to know!'

Bulma let out a shaky breath as she forced herself to start moving. She followed him into her bedroom, still not fully understanding how he knew it was her room when he hadn't been shown this area of Capsule Corp yet.

She made sure to close the door behind her as she walked in, finding Vegeta lazily laying on her bed with his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling. She was honestly annoyed by the sight. How dare he just waltz in like he owned the place?! Then she thought it over carefully, not wanting to make any rash decisions before finding out what she wanted to know.

This wasn't completely random, this was something "Prince" often did after Yamcha had set the ground rules. He would just lie there and stare at the ceiling seemingly lost in thought, usually after being caught as "Prince" and not Yamcha. Was this further proof?

******Vegeta******

What now? He was in her room and he was alone with her. What was he supposed to do now? He was rarely ever alone with women, and at this point, he wasn't even sure if the same, confident moves he used as Yamcha would even work. She hardly knew him in this body and to make matters worse, this body was still technically a virgin.

He knew what she liked and how to control a puppet into giving it to her, but what if he wasn't able to do it himself? His previous anxiety over whether he would be able to please her came back in full force, although he remained rather nonchalant on the exterior. Maybe she would just get upset and kick him out, then he'd be able to worry about it later.

"Vegeta?"

He ignored her, hoping she would give him just a little more time to think.

"Vegeta."

"…."

"Vegeta!"

"….."

"PRINCE!"

"What?"

"Oh my God, it is you, isn't it?!"

"Well, I am technically a…."

"I need to know. I need to know right now, why? Why did you torment me…and Yamcha?"

"Torment? If I recall correctly, you switched his pills for a chance to see me again. You liked it. And what were those last words to me? Something about you not being able to help wanting to see me? If anything, you are just as guilty as I am for my always coming back. The way you looked at me was different from the way you looked at him, and he knew it too. Even now, I can smell how excited you are just for a chance to have the real me."

He stared her down with a cocky glare as she began to blush from being put on the spot. She was gorgeous when she was flustered.

"You're not exactly so innocent yourself, Vegeta. I can see that you want me too."

Her eyes roamed down his body, stopping at his obvious tent through the sweatpants she had given him earlier before they went back up to meet his eyes. Vegeta stared at her, unsure of what he should do.

'Act as you did before! The way you always did when you were alone with her!' He told himself. This wasn't all that new, he was just more in control now than ever. That's right. No one could possibly take this moment from him either. He was there as himself, 100 percent in control.

Vegeta pushed his insecurities to the side and did what he always did when he was uncertain. He allowed his pride to take control. With a sense of confidence finally entering him, he lifted himself off of the bed and walked toward Bulma. She must have been as nervous as he was – her body, jumping slightly when he reached for her hand to pull her closer.

"I've literally dreamt of nothing but you for years…"

Bulma smiled and stepped closer to him, looking away for a moment and then looking back at him with a shy, playful look.

"Is that how you did it? In your dreams?" She asked with the same curious look she'd get when working in her lab.

"It's a long story, but yes."

The smile she gave him was one he hadn't seen on her before. It was a mix of admiration, longing, and something else he just couldn't place. No one had ever looked at him like that. It was actually pretty strange, but it made him feel warm inside.

They stood there awkwardly for a while before Bulma pounced on him – pushing him to the bed and shedding her top layers at almost Saiyan speed then straddling him. Vegeta ripped his shirt off while Bulma crawled onto him, giving him a glare for destroying the brand-new shirt she had given him but losing her train of thought as she was met with his bare torso.

He tried to ignore the ticklish sensation from her fingers but eventually began to squirm under the touch. She traced his battle scars as if they were delicate works of art. Bulma paid closer attention to the most recent looking scars, specifically the one on his chest. He eyed her carefully, wondering what was going on in her head and damn near jumped out of his skin when she bent down to press her lips against it.

Vegeta shivered a bit, his skin reacting to the foreign touch on contact and covered him with goosebumps. He was a little awestruck by her actions – what was the purpose of this type of affection? She moved higher up his chest, rubbing herself on his groin a little every time she inched upwards. His palms were becoming sweaty and his heart started pounding away at his ribcage.

He tried to remain calm and keep that air of confidence he had had previously but with every passing moment getting closer and closer to the unknown, he began to panic. Should he tell her he was physically inexperienced or keep pretending and make use of the experience from his dreams? Why wasn't he able to remember what to do?

******Bulma******

There was something different and much more interesting about the real-life "Prince." He wasn't acting the way he used to when Yamcha was the middleman. No, he was much more skittish in person. It was almost like…he'd never been touched…

Bulma grinned devilishly as she continued to kiss up his chest and to his neck. There was something about making someone a man that she found alluring. It had been an awkward mess when she first slept with Yamcha but she had still taken pride in being his first. With Vegeta, it would be even more rewarding – he was a man that usually reeked of over-confidence and pride.

She rubbed up on his length, giving him a soft, sultry moan in his ear when she felt him twitch in response. His surprisingly soft hands gently grazed over her thighs but didn't stay there long. Bulma ran her lips along his jaw, moving ever so slowly to his lips and let out a pleased hum when she finally kissed him. Moving her lips against his, Bulma coaxed him into reciprocating, teaching him exactly what she liked – although he should already know.

It was empowering to have such a strong effect on someone so powerful and dangerous. She was absolutely wet with the sheer excitement of being so close and in command. They kissed for several minutes, stopping only when Bulma decided she'd wanted more touching and moved his hands to hold her properly.

******Vegeta******

She was driving him wild, yet he still couldn't bring himself to take the lead – that was, until she forced his hands onto her curves.

Vegeta ran his hands up and down her sides freely, relishing the feel of her warm, soft skin. This was real and for some reason, he hadn't believed it until now. He slid his hands over her back and with one, well-practiced hand unclasped her bra. She jumped a little in surprise, surely not having expected him to do anything without her permission but he was Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans, and he needed no one's permission to take what he wanted.

He was growing tired of the teasing. The small touches leaving much to be desired since they weren't being placed on his cock. Vegeta gave her a playful growl, nipping her lip before flipping her over onto her back. She gasped from the unexpected momentum and giggled when he finally took charge.

Her giggles filled his ears and made him all the more playful. He took his time, teasing her as she did him while moving down from her lips to spread kisses over her breasts. Moving lower and lower until the scent coated, moist panties were ripped off her body with his teeth.

******Bulma******

She had chills jolting up and down her spine as Vegeta went lower and lower – his hot breath tickling her as he began to pant with need. She almost came on the spot when he ripped her panties off. It was just too similar to the dream she had had in the cave. Even remembering the way he ravished her there was sending her over the edge before he even dipped his tongue between her lips.

Bulma moaned and writhed under him, her first orgasm sending shockwave after shockwave through her until she was almost pleasantly numb. The feeling was short-lived, however, because Vegeta didn't seem to intend on stopping.

She tried to wiggle away but he would only pull her closer, even ignoring her small hand pushing at the top of his head for him to stop.

"P-please Vegeta. I-I need a b-break," she pleaded.

"But you taste so good. I don't want to stop," he said, muffled by her thighs as she tried to close them before he could get back to her overly sensitive clit.

She could feel his eyes on her as she struggled to compose herself. Taking a chance, she looked down and made eye contact with the confident smirk she had grown to love about Vegeta. He seemed to like the way she looked at him, her face flushed and eyes half-lidded because he gave her the most licentious growl she had ever heard.

Bulma's heart fluttered as he crawled over her, pulling his sweatpants down at the hips and letting her push them down all the way while he did. He seemed to hesitate once fully naked over her but Bulma had gotten this far and she wasn't turning back.

"Please fuck me, my Prince."

******Vegeta******

The moment she uttered those words, he lost all thought. He was no longer overthinking and apprehensive over his movements. It was the only thing he needed to hear to truly enjoy the moment. Vegeta held himself tightly at the base as he pushed himself into her and it was almost not enough.

'Fuck! Is this….holy fuck….what I've been missing all this time? I won't last, this feels amazing! Ah! Does she have to make those noises?!'

She had gasped when he began to press himself to her, damn near screamed when he was halfway in – now she was saying his name in breathy moans as she adjusted her hips to take him in the rest of the way. Bulma was making it clear that she was going to blatantly take pleasure from him even when he needed a moment to regain control.

"Overly excited, are we?"

"It's been so long, my Prince. I need you. I need you hard and fast."

'Why must she be so bold?! I'm barely containing myself as it is!'

"Hard and fast won't make for a lengthy fucking, woman."

They stared at each other as if daring the other to make the first move. Then, Bulma did, tightening her walls around him and squeezing hard. Vegeta moaned, grasping the bedsheets in his fists for dear life. Never in his life would he have imagined something so pleasurable being given to him so freely. She clearly didn't care for it lasting long, she wanted him the way he wanted her.

He began thrusting, slowly at first and then giving her exactly what she asked for. The room filled with the sounds of wet slapping and loud moans, both completely giving in to the pleasure. Vegeta could feel every inch of him pulsing, he was almost there.

"Uh….ah…..B…Bulma….I…"

"Oh fuck, Vegeta! Yes! Yes! Right there! I'm almost there! Oohhh GOD!"

She tightened around him so fast he hadn't noticed her moans had stopped – just opened-mouthed, silent screams were left as her orgasm struck hard. Vegeta let out a loud, aggressive-sounding growl as he came hard, his body jolting forward several times afterward to ride out the last remnants of his own orgasm. He almost didn't notice how her body had reacted, trembling all over with eyes rolled back as she tried and failed to catch her breath all the while her walls pulsed around his throbbing dick.

His body gave way and he collapsed partially on top of her. He immediately rolled off after hearing the ungraceful "oof" that accompanied the small thud of their bodies colliding. They laid there for a while, coming down from their highs and catching their breaths.

'That was….I can't…even explain it. It was just…wow….'

"Vegeta?"

"Hm?"

"That was amazing! Is… there a chance for a round 2?"

"You've drained me of all life, woman. I have nothing left to give…"

"Liar. Chi-Chi says that Goku always gets the job done at least 3 times in a night"

"Kakarot is a freak of nature! Not even his brother could do it more than twice!"

"His brother? Wait. No! Vegeta, you didn't!"

"NOT ME! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! That idiot brought women into our shared space constantly!"

Vegeta's whole face turned red and he faced away from her, the humiliation from her implication alone made him shudder in anger. He thought about getting up and leaving. It was so much easier to leave when all he had to do was wake up. Then her voice gently melted away his anger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply…"

"Forget it."

******Bulma******

He was absolutely adorable when he was embarrassed. She probably would never have thought that about him in a million years had she not seen it up close and personal. Bulma smiled as he stayed on the bed, face turned away from her. He wasn't leaving. She had almost expected him to get up and leave after getting what he wanted from her, let alone after her comment.

She wiggled herself under the blanket that had been pushed to the side to make room for themselves and inched closer to Vegeta. Acting as if this was a completely normal and regular occurrence, Bulma laid her head on his shoulder and traced the scars on his torso again.

"So. Tell me how this happened; the Yamcha possession stuff. I need to know for….scientific reasons."

"There isn't science behind it. More like a cursed gift of sorts."

"How did you get it?"

"I don't want to talk about it. I want to sleep."

"Please, Vegeta. I always answered your questions about my inventions…"

******Vegeta******

He turned to stare at Bulma's childish pout and eventually gave in. He told her everything about Hivrum and the paths but left out almost everything regarding his past and that humiliating moment in Kakarot's head when he unintentionally appeared naked to give him history about Frieza and their race. As far as he was concerned, he had all the time in the world to tell her more about himself. Maybe.

The End.

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