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Vegeta was on edge; the mating drive was driving him insane. It took all he had in him to not throw Bulma on the table and have his way with her at dinner. He had instead contented himself with putting his arm around her and keeping contact with her to try to abate the hunger. All night he had to be content with holding her close while they danced and during dinner when they talked and ate. His other urge was at least sated this way. His need to protect her was off the wall. Holding her helped that at least. He tried to not let her sense, and his people sense, that the purists were not pleased that his men were finding mates with the refugees. Lord Nappa was amassing an army to rebel against him because they felt that it was degrading to mate with non-Saiyen females. What Nappa didn't realize was how badly their race was dying out. They needed these females and Vegeta for one didn't care that they were non-Saiyen. They were all delicate and precious; they had to be protected at all costs.

Vegeta guided Bulma back along the halls towards their room. His arm was around her shoulders and his tail around her waist. It was almost like he was afraid she would run away as soon as he let her go. He could feel her tension in her body through her shoulders and assumed it was in anticipation of what was going to happen once they entered the suit. He knew that he was feeling quite excited but he knew he would have to tread cautiously because his mate seemed very skittish. He smirked to himself, his mate's skittishness made courting her more of a challenge. This also excited him, he would bore of her quickly if she didn't challenge him. After all, he mate had to have certain characteristics if she wanted to be respected by his people. They were a rough, brutish race that prized strength, be it physical or mental.

Bulma once again found herself inside what was hers, and apparently, his bedroom. She shifted nervously. She knew he expected something physical in nature from her. Sex was something she didn't really understand. From what she knew of it, she learned on Frieza's ship. Sex was not about the female's pleasure but the male's and it was the female's duty to make sure the male experienced pleasure or else. She shuddered at the horror stories of those who failed to bring the males pleasure. They were horrible. Those who failed were punished, mostly in private but sometimes the punishments were made public. Public punishments ranged depending on how severely the person had failed in the task they were preforming. Bulma remembered the case of poor Jane who had been forced to strip for everyone and let Frieza's elite do an act of their choosing. She had survived that day but was never the same. She had killed herself by biting off her tongue and sewing her mouth shut while the others were sleeping one night. She chose to bleed to death and choking on her own blood rather than let anything else be forced into her mouth.

"What is wrong?" Vegeta sensed her distress but without the completed bond he was unsure as to the cause of it. He pulled her into a hug, seeking to comfort her. Her distress was putting him in a fighting mood, he wanted to destroy whatever was upsetting her.

"It is nothing," Bulma said, trying to hide her distress.

"It is something, Woman, I can feel your distress and it's making me want to murder something. Just tell me what so I can go do it." Vegeta said.

"It's just…what if I fail?"

"Huh?"

"What if I fail to please you? Will you punish me in front of people? Will you hurt me? Will you abandon me? What will you do to me?" Bumla said quietly.

Vegeta turned Bulma in his arms and grabbed her chin gently forcing her to make eye contact with him.

"You could never fail me, little one. You are my pride and joy and hopes and dreams manifested into a person. You are the light to my darkness. You calm the raging beast within me. YOU ARE MINE." Vegeta emphasized each word to the strong woman in front of him. How could she be so silly as to think this? She was able to please him by simply existing. He slowly lowered his head to hers and brushed his lips with hers in a gentle kiss. He pulled away slightly to gage her reaction and winked at her. That seemed to pull her out of her reverie. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to her for another kiss. This one more rough than the soothing one he had given her a moment before.

Bulma was lost in the sensation of being kisses as though she were something precious to be worshiped. She wasn't nervous at all. Vegeta pulled her closer into his embrace; she became aware of something poking her and froze.

It was the night before her escape and she was working late in her lab when Frieza walked in looking happy about something. He walked over to Bulma.

"Working late again my pet?"

"Um, yes this project for the new armor has hit a snag that I'm a bit stuck with." Bulma admitted sheepishly. She rather pretend she was stuck than risk her plans being uncovered.

"Oh, that is a pity, perhaps, you need to take a break to refresh your mind so you can look at this problem with new eyes." Frieza said, coming up behind Bulma so that she was pressed up against the table from behind.

Bulma fought a wave of revulsion as she felt something distinctly hard press against her butt. This couldn't be happening, not now, not when she was so close to achieving her freedom. She had to think of something and quick or she would end up like the girls in Frieza's harem.

Bulma pretended to yawn, "You know? YAWN, perhaps you are right Lord Frieza. Maybe what I need is to get some sleep, I haven't, YAWN, been sleeping much, YAWN, lately because of this project, YAWN. Maybe, I should go get some sleep, YAWN. If you don't mind, YAWN, I think I'm going to bed, YAWN." Bulma made to side step Frieza but he stopped her.

"Very well, but not before a kiss, I have been watching you and you have grown quite beautiful. Perhaps, we should consider having a cherry party?" Frieza purred as he slammed his lips on hers.

Bulma went limp inside with dread but now she had an idea, Frieza did like his victims fully awake after all. She yawned more pronouncedly and Frieza backed away, disgustedly.

"Perhaps, we can continue this after you've properly rested, say in two days? I'm feeling generous, I think you'll be worth the wait."

"Yes, YAWN, my lord, YAWN, I appreciate your kindness." Bulma said as she was allowed to ease away from Frieza. She turned and left her lap, inside she wanted to run and cry but outside she remained calm. He needed to believe she wanted him.

You guys thought this chapter would have a sex scene didn't you?