A/N: Warning: For adult audiences ONLY! Heed the rating! Read at your own risk! ;)

Disclaimer: All things associated with Dragon Ball Z belong solely to Akira Toriyama.

Something in the Water

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Animals

"You can't eat," she sighed, lolling her head back against the pillow.

"Well if I can't eat then how am I supposed to fucking SURVIVE?" he snapped back.

Bulma and Vegeta sat on opposite sides of the room and glared at one another.

"Digestion takes fluids. It dehydrates you more. I vote we just drink and get it over with," she replied evenly, looking down her full lashes to the man sitting against the wall with his hands dangling between his knees.

"No," he hissed back. Rising with knees cracking and acid burning in his throat, Vegeta struggled to get on his feet and wander back into the hallway where he could watch for any signs of nearby planets.

"You're going to let yourself die before we find a planet," she chanted to the empty room, and it took her a few minutes before she could force herself to get up and follow him. "Vegeta..." she called lazily, meandering towards his prone figure against the window, "Give up."

As he measured up the woman stumbling before him -- her ivory top dangling down on one of her shoulders and her green shorts rumpled against her hips -- Vegeta realized that his brain was working much slower than usual. He was having to force himself to remember why he didn't want to tear into the water tank and submerge himself in the treacherous liquid below.

"Shut the hell up," he muttered, ebony eyes flickering from her figure to his body.

"Tell you what," she replied as she took an aching seat against the wall opposite him and closed her eyes like she was sipping on sweet tea, "I'll sit here and irritate you until you get up and get something to drink, because I'm about to die here."

"Why the sudden eagerness?" he growled, wishing that he thought it was funny.

Bulma shook her head and stared out into space. "At this point, why not? I'm literally and physically dying for a drink, and you're going first."

Scrutinizing her weak presence for a moment and realizing that he didn't really give a damn either, Vegeta assumed her position and closed his eyes, waiting for the signal from the ship that there was an inhabitable planet nearby...

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A/N: Refer to Preface if need be.

Bulma remembered, tasting the acid on her tongue and feeling the aches in her joints. Just moments ago he had left... Her deranged mind conjured up images of the Saiyan bathing in the precious water, spoiling her chance to drink for herself. That bastard, she seethed with the remaining energy left in her body. What the hell is taking him so long? He probably just wants me to die here...

But she forced herself to calm down. She was fine. All she needed was a taste of that water.

But Vegeta told me to stay here and keep quiet.

What did he know anyway? He may have not even been affected by it. He was probably just back there guzzling away and forgot about her.

Bulma had made up her mind. She needed to drink too, and that was final. Nearly screaming with the effort, she hauled herself up against the wall and shoved off to propel herself towards the kitchen. Bulma staggered towards the light at the end of the hallway as her vision swam slightly before her. "Vegeta," she called weakly, grasping the doorway as she entered.

When she saw the Saiyan hunched in the corner with his hands crushed through his hair, Bulma felt her brain tell her something, but the sound of a tiny drip snatched her attention away, at the sight of the water tap Bulma flew to the sink.

Wrenching the tap open, she greedily plunged her face into the stream and gulped down the spilling liquid, sputtering and coughing in her haste. Water poured from her mouth and nose, but she inhaled all she could anyway and ground herself against the counter to get a better angle beneath the frothing stream.

When she could take it no more, Bulma stumbled away from the faucet and backed into the opposite counter as she coughed and wiped her dripping chin against her forearm. Looking down, she found that her shirt was nearly soaked at the neck and chest, and water had slipped its fingers into her hair that hung against her shoulders. "Shit," she muttered, wiping off her shirt and beginning to feel more lucid -- albeit waterlogged -- as her body responded to the desperately-needed nutrients.

It was then that she finally took in her surroundings and noticed the Saiyan crouched in the corner, his eyes blazing into hers and his muscles bulging. One of his bronze arms propped him against the floor while the other gripped a knee as though he had stilled mid-movement, but his face revealed more of his intentions than his body: Instead of his normal to-hell-with-you scowl, he peered at her through his brows, and his nostrils flared as he breathed. There was no frown -- no expression on his face.

Slowly her hands stopped their motions as she appraised his stillness and his intensity, and her thoughts began to hearken back to her original fears.

Fuck.

Very slowly, as her eyes opened wide and her hands gripped the counters around her, she began to back out of the kitchen with adrenalin pulsing through her veins.

The moment her toes touched the hall, a growl rumbled from the animal in the corner, and she froze. Maybe it makes Saiyans murderous, she thought in alarm, eyes scanning the room for immediate weapons, and one quick moment her muscles tensed up as she shoved off the counter and flung herself into the hall.

She had gotten two steps before she heard a crash behind her, and on her third step she twisted her neck to find a dent in the wall with Vegeta sprung in midair behind her.

Bulma gasped and closed her eyes.

Tangled limbs and snarls crashed into the floor, but the Saiyan had wrenched his hands through her hair and behind her neck to roughly cradle her head against his chest, and when Bulma opened her eyes again she ached everywhere but her skull. Jumbled beneath him on the floor, Bulma cried out when he immediately wrestled her into his arms. A growl thundered through her ears as he violently grabbed one of her hips while snapping her head back by her hair at the base of her neck.

"NO!" she cried as his eyes bored into hers and he bared his teeth in a feral grimace. Screeching with all her might, eyes rolling in terror, Bulma shoved her palms against his face and viciously kicked her legs until a heavy grunt told her that she had hit the spot, and his loosened hands let her scramble away to the window where she tried to pull herself upright, her hair flowing wildly about her shoulders and her eyes brimming over with tears.

"Vegeta don't!" she begged as the Saiyan slowly stood with eyes blazing in fury and his muscles shaking with restraint. "It's me -- Bulma!"

His irises -- so defined before with their umber and ebony streaks -- had disappeared. For a moment she thought that he was no longer the Vegeta she knew and -- well, loathed.

Putting her palms up in meek surrender, her voice came out trembling as he pulled himself into a fighting position. "Please remember what you said, Vegeta," she whimpered, trying to sound authoritative despite her meek stance, "You wouldn't kill me."

His voice found its way out, rough and gravely from the snarls and growls. "I don't want to kill you," he said lowly, baring his teeth in intimidation as his chin declined and his eyes gleamed maliciously.

Bulma's breath caught in her throat as she felt a familiar wave of warmth slide over her bones. "You mustn't hurt me, Vegeta," she squeaked, plastering herself against the cold glass as he began to encroach on her.

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," he hissed. Suddenly his hands lashed out like lightning, and he pinned one of her arms down against the glass and shoved his legs between hers, forcing her to straddle his thighs as his other hand gripped her neck and jaw.

"Please don't hurt me," she sobbed, and she closed her eyes to keep out the penetrating stare of the monster before her.

Though before he had barely recognized her as anything other than humanoid, Vegeta felt a stirring of thoughts alien to this hormone-driven body as her tears splashed down his fingers and her sobs shook her body.

You're going to kill her, some part of him said in warning, and the ruthless Saiyan pinning his next female down snarled in defiance to his conscience.

Bulma opened her eyes at his snarl and frantically shoved her loose hand against his face with a terrified squeak, pushing him away by the mouth and jaw.

Instinctively he snapped his teeth over the offending appendage, and Bulma cried out in pain, ripping her hand away.

But his own actions had registered a thought in his mind again.

Bulma.

Suddenly, despite the blaze searing his limbs and the need filling his stomach, Vegeta remembered her, his little companion, and saw the terror wading in her brimming eyes.

Tears coursed down her cheeks, her arm was going numb from his pressure, and she could barely move her face against his hand. "Vegeta, please," she begged at his hesitation, even as her own heart began to race with something other than fear.

You're going to kill her, his thoughts reminded him again.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" he screamed to himself, gnashing his teeth together and cowing the woman before him.

"Save me," she begged, her voice breaking. "Don't hurt me."

Vegeta's eyes, nearly gone with madness, landed on her jaw -- his hand over her neck -- and suddenly he remembered. He had told her he would do whatever it took. Barely keeping still beneath the ardor that threatened to overwhelm his self-control, Vegeta raised his eyes to her large, blue oceans, and he could see his reflection in them.

An animal.

He would not kill her. Not today. Not this way.

With a snarl he dipped his head and moved his hand to the other side of her neck as his teeth sunk into to the skin beneath her jaw.

Bulma screamed in terror and pain as Vegeta pushed her body up against the glass to keep her still as he sucked the blood from her wound, trying desperately to ignore the fire in his groin that made him want to forget her name and just fuck the woman.

At first she thought she had never felt pain that intense. Every pull from his lips brought out her blood, and she thought he would drink her dry like a vampire, but then something changed. Soon, pain mixed with the molten heat that surged through her veins, and Bulma's agony became pleasure. She felt hot and confused, panting as the the muscular man feasted on her life's blood and held her up with his iron body. The feeling of his mouth on her neck, his body pressing hers, and the blaze in her stomach thrilled her, and on its own accord her free hand snaked up around his shoulder to clutch his muscle there.

Suddenly she felt the absence of his mouth on her neck, and his bloodied lips appeared before her nose as Vegeta stared down on her in agonized restraint. "Here," he groaned, and he pulled her face to his neck as he raised his chin and shut his eyes.

Bulma peered stupidly at the skin before her as her lips rested gently against his neck before the fire raced through her head. Suddenly she found her mouth moving against his skin like a lover, licking and tasting and kissing. Vegeta groaned again, letting go of her head to hold himself up against the window while her ministrations nearly drove him off the brink of sanity.

He was salty and electric all at the same time, and Bulma whispered his name before she sunk her teeth into his neck, eliciting hiss from the man crushed against her. Blood spilling into her mouth, Bulma lapped at the iron taste and suckled his wound as her hands roved about and clutched his shoulders.

Her eyes opened as she felt the blood spark in her mouth.

Spark?

Immediately she felt that electricity pulse down her throat and through her veins. Gasping for breath, she flung her head back against the glass, moaning as she fiercely clung to his shoulders, and Vegeta opened his eyes to watch the transformation of the woman before him. Shudders ran through her frame, and he nearly lost control as she arched her back into him and moaned again, her hands snaking up into his wild mane of hair.

Blue sparks skittered across her skin where their skin touched, and Bulma nearly screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the electricity joined the fire in her hips. "V -- Veg -- eta --" she gasped, her body trembling involuntarily as his power surged through her system, tingling her toes and igniting her chest.

The Saiyan could take it no longer. With a growl he swooped his lips back to her neck to nip his way across her jaw and down her slender column, skimming over the pulsing bite mark on her neck. The sharing of his energy was almost like sex itself as it pushed in and out of her body through his own.

"Please," she panted, her hands slipping down his chest to meet with the seam of his sweatpants, "I need... I can't --"

Pulling his lips from her neck for one small moment, Vegeta looked into her eyes and saw with pleasure her aching need and her dilated pupils. He had done what he could. Snarling with ferocity, he pulled his hands from the window down to her shirt to rip it up from her body, and Bulma screamed in surprise as the fabric tore across her back.

She was too far gone to be irritated.

Her hands trembled as they shot out to tug against his shirt. Still propping her up on his hips against the window, Vegeta put his hands in the air so she could pull the offending shirt over his head and toss the it away.

Meanwhile, the pulsing Saiyan took one half of her shorts in both hands and ripped it in two as Bulma's fingernails scraped against his shoulders. She cried out as he roughly shoved a hand between her thighs and lifted her from his hips to let the rest of the shorts fall down her dangling leg. Stepping back, he let her feet down to the floor so she could yank his sweatpants down to reveal that he wore no underwear, and he swiftly stepped out of the pants before she could even get a good look at him.

Slamming her back against the glass, Vegeta pressed his fully-erect manhood against her core, and Bulma cursed herself for daring to wear her bra and panties. With a frustrated squeak she arched her back and awkwardly unclasped her bra to toss it away, letting her breasts bounce down to meet the glistening muscles of his chest.

Their breaths mingled in the air between their faces as Vegeta slid his hands down her waist to her hips, where with a spark of electricity he singed the corner of her underwear and snapped it off, letting it slide to the side of her thigh.

For one moment their eyes finally met as he paused minutely between movements. There was a tacit understanding as they panted and she bit her lip, looking with pleading eyes into his dark orbs.

But that connection was broken as he slid his hand between her thighs and into her wet lips, roughly massaging her nub. Bulma cried out as she flung back her head and closed her eyes in bliss. The fire coursed through their veins, urging them on as Vegeta plunged two fingers into her depths and stroked, feeling that she was ready for the taking.

"Vegeta," she moaned, and he brought one hand behind her to clutch her bottom and lift her while his other hand clutched the back of her neck. He positioned himself beneath her, rubbing his tip across her entrance, and with a snarl Vegeta dropped her against his shaft and shoved up with his hips, impaling her on his manhood. Screaming in pleasure, Bulma arched her back to rub her tingling breasts against his chest.

Wasting no time, the bronze Adonis slammed into her in waves as sweat began to drip from his neck down his chest, and he brought his lips to her neck again, moaning "fuckkkkkk...."

Her arms reached down across his back to dig her fingernails in as electrical sparks glittered across where their skin met. The cold glass warmed where her back pressed against it, and later she would be thankful that there was no one in space to see the scene at the long window.

Their bodies clung to each other, united by sweat and sparks, and Vegeta ruthlessly pounded in and out of her body as she panted with him, her voice too raw and dry to keep screaming long after he began.

The two beat into each other wildly, heeding no rules and savoring no touch as lust thrust them into each other. Though their ardor pushed them, their bodies were weak from exhaustion, and soon Bulma began to lean against him, feeling the indescribable pull in her gut as he pushed in and out. The fire began to dim as her hunger was sated, but she thought she would never want this unbelievable pleasure to leave her.

Vegeta could feel her beginning to wilt against him, and with a growl he pulled away from the window with her in his arms to lay her down against the cold floor, still moving in and out of her with a vengeance despite his weakened state.

Bulma laid her head back against the floor and moaned, letting her hands drift up into his hair as he leaned over her and drilled into her, and her legs stayed wrapped up around his hips as she scraped her fingernails across his scalp.

Suddenly he began to shudder as his movements picked up speed. Bulma was left gasping for breath as he grunted heavily and felt himself sliding over the edge.

"Vegeta!" she panted, arching into him as he roughly rubbed against her, and he was not unaware of her enjoyment. Leaning over, he finally let himself get a taste of her skin as he nipped one of her breasts, moving to suckle on her tip as she mewled in pleasure. Bulma thought her skin would light on fire every place his tongue touched, and she felt an ungodly pressure building in her core.

Feeling himself beginning to spill into her, Vegeta moved his hand to her clit and rubbed while he slammed into her faster and faster. Bulma bucked off the floor with a blood-curdling scream, her hands leaving his body to desperately clutch at the floor. Vegeta joined her with a strained stream of curses before she began to shake and explode with her toes curling up in the air around his hips as her entire body convulsed. Never had he experienced such a tightening around his member, such a mind-blowing pull...

A high-pitched keening echoed through the hallway and signaled their release as Vegeta dropped to her chest with one last grunt, letting himself stay inside of her as he panted against her body.

Trembling wildly as her mind raved to keep up, Bulma kept her legs held tight around his hips, afraid that if she moved she might just fall apart. His body against hers was heaven. She reveled in the feeling of his heavy muscles pressing her down, his sweat sliding against hers, the dimming burn of their groins together, and his musky scent like a bouquet around her.

As their breathing quieted Vegeta finally opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows to look at the woman beneath him. Though he could still feel a certain need coursing through his body, he felt that he could ignore it to look at her flushed cheeks, shining eyes, and wild hair. His intense gaze brought a blush to her face, and Bulma began to peer up at him sheepishly as she realized just who she had been ruthlessly fucked by.

Vegeta's mind felt blank as he put together the pieces of the last half hour, and he looked down to see their hips joined below. Mindlessly he gave a little thrust into her, and Bulma squeaked in pain from her now-sensitive nub, causing him to bring his eyes back to her face.

Embarrassed by her weakness, Bulma blushed again at his scrutiny, and Vegeta's eyes settled on her mouth. Didn't even kiss her, his mind remarked in irritation, scowling as he saw the bite mark on her neck and the trails of blood all over her ivory skin from his wandering lips.

Bulma saw his gaze and brought her hand to her neck, gingerly touching her wound. "What's this?" she rasped softly, her voice heavy from screaming.

Vegeta's stomach plummeted at his own realization...

A/N: So there's my first lemon. Rather tricky to write since they're both not exactly sane at the moment. To be continued... Please review!