OK guys, here is the first lemon. If you are squeamish or just plain offended by this type of material, please do not read! You have been warned!

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Vegeta sat there on the bed waiting for the earthling's return to Capsule Corp. To his astonishment, it was only 11pm when he heard the car pull up and a door slamming shut. The five minutes between that time and when the door to the bedroom opened seemed like an eternity. The light flicked on.

"What the - ?" Bulma started at the same time as she let out a gigantic gasp. "Vegeta! Don't ever do that again! You nearly scared me to death!"

Vegeta smirked. "Where is the weakling?" he inquired.

"I'm sure he is on his way home at this very moment," Bulma replied.

Vegeta felt relief, though he showed no sign of it on the outside.

"What business is it of yours anyway?" she added.

He stood up and walked over to the edge of the room where she was standing.

What…is he doing? she thought to herself.

"If I do this….if we do this….we do it on my terms," he stated to Bulma.

"Uh…do what?" she asked, still apparently clueless where this was leading.

He kept walking towards her and she started to back away…that is, until her back hit her bedroom wall and there was nowhere else to go.

"Vegeta - ," she started, still attempting to figure out exactly what was going on.

He rammed his lips onto hers with all the passion and need that had been building over these past months. Her eyes opened wide with surprise at first before she finally came to terms with what was being done to her. She slowly allowed herself to ease into the kiss and began to kiss him back – gently at first, then with the same amount of passion he had used on her.

Oh how I needed this, they both thought at about the same time.

She made the first bold move by running her tongue across his lips asking for entry to his mouth. He immediately knew what she was asking for and allowed it. They continued like this with their mouths moving in a furious, regular rhythm. Their arms began to grope each other's bodies, not quite knowing what they were trying to feel. All they knew was this urge – the urge to be as close as possible to the other person.

She managed to insert a few words as she gasped for breath in between the kisses. "Vegeta. Bed. Now."

He swooped her up in his arms all the while their tongues continued to swirl in and out of each other's mouths. Bulma reached off to one side and turned the light switch to the 'off' position.

He got her onto the bed in no time at all. Bulma lay flat on her back as Vegeta edged next to her on his side. She felt his excitement on the side of her thigh through his pajama pants. Just knowing that she was having this effect on him turned her on even more.

That being said, Vegeta was savoring the recent smell of pleasure that had seemingly overtaken the room. Unlike a human male, a Saiyan male could easily smell when a woman was even the slightest bit turned on. Vegeta was pleased that Bulma was enjoying herself – and that she was obviously thinking along the same lines as he was. There was no question what was going to take place tonight.

Vegeta left Bulma's mouth and started sucking down her porcelain neck. She was unusually sensitive there and moaned loudly as he nipped behind her earlobe every so often.

Bulma started clamoring for Vegeta's T-shirt as she was desperate to feel skin-against-skin as soon as she could. Vegeta could feel her tugging at him and stopped what he was doing for just a nanosecond so he could bring the shirt over his head.

Bulma caught a glance of his god-like upper torso before he went for her shirt. She raised her arms above her head and shimmied so that he could easily push it over her head. He looked down to see that she still had her bra on underneath.

"If you want to wear that contraption ever again, I suggest you get it off immediately," he ordered.

Bulma knew he wasn't exactly in the waiting mood – then again, neither was she – but because she tended to wear very expensive lingerie, she wanted to save it if she could. She arched her back so she was able to reach the clasps. She unhooked them and tossed her frilly undergarment onto the floor.

Seeing her bare breasts was too much for Vegeta. He dove in right away and started to lick and suck on her left nipple while he gently kneaded her right one with his hand. Bulma closed her eyes and enjoyed the stimulation it was providing her.

He did this for the next few minutes before maneuvering his way between her legs and ridding her of her pants. She now laid there completely naked except for the soaked-through lace panties that still adorned her lower half. Vegeta situated himself between her legs and started kissing the blue-haired beauty on her sultry lips once again. He couldn't help but start to grind against her with the same rhythm their mouths enjoyed. And in turn, she pressed into him.

Bulma's arms started by wrapping around his large muscular frame and gently rubbing his back. But soon she decided to reach down her front and grab the object of her current affection through his pajama bottoms. She could tell right away that it was larger than a normal man's appendage. Not that she only went for size – she knew from past experience that it was how the man used it that was the key to being a great lover.

She gently rubbed Vegeta's protruding manhood through the thin fabric. He closed his eyes and moaned aloud, halting any other activity he might have been involved in just for a few seconds.

"That's it," he encouraged quietly. "Oh, that feels so good."

She slipped her hands down the front of his elastic waistband to feel his hardness for the first time ever with her bare hands. She spread her hands apart and gently pushed down his bottoms so that they were down at his knees. Bulma grabbed his member with her right hand while gently massaging his balls with her left.

It didn't take long before he was trembling. After the trembling came the slow, heavy breathing that led her to believe that she should probably stop what she was doing for the time being.

She stopped her stroking and pushed on Vegeta's chest so that he would roll over next to her. At this point, he wasn't going to argue against anything this woman wanted. Every touch by her sent immeasurable pleasure streaming through his body. His mind was already gone. There was no stopping this act, at least by him.

Little did he know, she was in a similar mental position. It had been a while for her as well. It definitely wasn't as long as it had been for Vegeta, but she had to admit that as much as she liked Yamcha, his skills in the bedroom were mediocre at best. He definitely left her wanting for more. Now, it seemed, she was finally getting it.

Bulma leaned in to Vegeta's crotch and took his manhood into her mouth. Vegeta gasped at the sparks that he felt by her doing this to him. He grabbed her hair and felt each thrust of her head as it went up and down over him.

His breathing once again became loud and erratic. Every once in a while, he would let out a grunt or a moan – and it was getting more and more frequent the longer she sucked.

He held back for as long as he possibly could before he yelled out that he was about to release. She didn't need the forewarning – she had done this enough that she knew the tell-tale signs of a man's peak. She had already decided that she wanted to see what he tasted like so when the moment finally happened, she took it all.

With one final gasp, he arched his back and let loose his creamy liquids straight down her throat. Bulma was still extremely turned on and this last event made it even more so. Here she was with Vegeta's pulsing manhood in her mouth and she sucked up every last drop. He was extremely sensitive after coming so every last suck and lick caused him to slightly tense from a bit too much stimulation.

Bulma stopped her oral work and looked up at Vegeta's face. She noted the familiar smirk he was now wearing.

"What?" she asked, herself smiling from ear to ear. "Don't even try telling me you didn't enjoy that. I could tell that you did."

"Shut up and turn over," he said. "It's your turn."

Bulma knew what was coming next and was a bit surprised at Vegeta's willingness to provide her with pleasure. She wasn't sure, but thought he might be somewhat stingy and self-centered in the bedroom. She was apparently wrong.

He situated himself between her legs and ripped off the only remaining garment she had on – her panties.

"You didn't have to…oh!" she exclaimed just as he took his first taste of her. She was delicious to him. Of all the whores he had had in space, the only reason he ever did this was so he could see what they tasted like. It was a turn-on for him as well. Bulma taste was different though – perhaps because she was from earth? He didn't know for sure. But he did like it.

Vegeta started slowly by running his finger, then his tongue, between her folds. Every so often he would concentrate on her nub, making her squirm and moan as he did so. He reached up and caressed her breast while he sucked and licked at her womanhood.

Vegeta put one, then two, then finally three fingers inside of her and kept flicking his tongue at her nub. Bulma couldn't help but cry out from the sensation. It wasn't long before she had had enough of the foreplay.

"Vegeta, please! I need you now!" she panted.

With no words in reply, he crawled up so that his large member was at her soaking wet entrance and he shoved his entirety inside of her with one strong push. She let out a gigantic exhale-grunt when he had reached her internal limit.

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

Vegeta was not violent – but he wasn't gentle and soothing either. Rough and hard would probably be the best two words to describe his style. He pushed and pulled at a frantic pace. Bulma cried out in ecstasy.

It didn't take much of this before an already stimulated Bulma cried out that she was about to reach her peak.

"Yes, Vegeta! I'm going to – ahhhh!" she cried out.

Her body went rigid for just a split second and her head fell back against her pillow. Vegeta could feel the spasms of her internal muscles against him and it nearly sent him over the edge as well – but he caught himself. He didn't want this to end quite yet.

The blue-haired beauty looked up at her lover when the sensations finally died down to a reasonable level. Vegeta noted that she had streams of tears running from the corners of both her eyes. He paused for a few seconds to give her a chance to recover while remaining inside her hot center. His attention was turned yet again to her perfect breasts and he began to suck again on one of her nipples.

Bulma grabbed his head with both her hands as he attended to her.

"That was….amazing," she whispered.

"We're not done yet, woman," he retorted. "Turn over." With that he exited her.

Bulma got down on all fours. She was both excited and a tad bit concerned about this new position. The sensations she had historically felt from behind were far more intense than the normal missionary style. This was probably her favorite way to make love, but then again, she normally wasn't quite this hypersensitive either. It took a lot to make her come and normally it was the last thing that happened during one of her love making sessions. Now she had already peaked and there was still more to come.

Vegeta grabbed the top of her hair and rammed himself back into Bulma's womanhood. She screamed out – not in pain, but in pleasure. The feeling of electricity and fullness overwhelmed her.

Vegeta continued his frenzied pace not letting up for one second. Bulma continued to scream at each thurst. Vegeta's breathing became heavier and faster and he would let a grunt or a moan escape every now and again.

He let go of her hair and leaned down so their bodies were now cupped together in an animalistic style. The smacking of their bodies changed into more of a friction as he continued to move in and out of her. Vegeta reached around and felt her breast as it swayed backwards and forwards with his every movement.

Bulma's face and eyes had been squinched for most of this most recent turn, but suddenly, her eyes opened wide. "Oh yeah, oh yeah….YES!" she cried out. Her spasms started yet again and this time, it was too much for him to take.

Vegeta sat up straight on his knees again – his head fell back and he let out a giant roar as he released into her.

They both hardly moved at all as they waited for their organs to stop pulsating and for their respective climaxes to die down. Vegeta, not quite ready to break the contact he had needed for so long, laid down on top of Bulma and rolled her over to one side so that they were now in a spooning position on the wet bed.

They just lay there silent for quite a while. Both were equally satisfied with the outcome of their session. It felt so good to just let go and not think about emotions or what-ifs. Slowly but surely, they drifted off to sleep, more content than they had felt in a very long time.