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Enough Heat for Two Frozen Hearts

Lemonade starts here! Don't read this if you're underage because it's M! Means language, adult situations of a lemony lime flavor!

Silence predominated between the couple hugging one another in the steaming shower. Although neither would admit it in a million years, they actually felt at peace with their arms binding their bodies together. Vegeta's nostrils flared at her enticing scent that he had now memorized. Simultaneously Bulma allowed her hand to steal down Vegeta's backside to feel where the small circular scar was. With every inch of her chest squeezed to hard muscle she felt the hunger tingling inside her that had nothing to do with food.

Then a small smile of amusement crossed the Prince's face. He snickered into her ear, "You really think I have a million zenni ass, woman? How amusing!"

Bulma blushed bright red, lifting her head. She pushed lightly away, glaring into Vegeta's grinning face, "Shut up! You're the one thinking that I've got a set of tits that would put out the eyes of the Ginyuu force, even though they're mostly batting for the other team!"

"Am I truly the best endowed male you've seen? How fortunate considering your dismal experience," he teased her.

"Damn it," she cursed, glancing away from him.

Vegeta grasped her chin in one hand, still restraining her with his other at the small of her back. He tilted her face to behold his visage again. Dark eyes twinkled with the same humor with only a hint of mean spiritedness. Rather it resembled the devilish glint in a naughty little boy's eyes. He rested his widow's peak covered forehead against hers, whispering, "I suppose if you continue to think those low class dirty thoughts that are one good way of hiding the things I don't care to see. For some reason you and I have a connection we cannot ignore. And it behooves you to follow my orders unless you want to drive yourself insane."

"What does it mean?" she sighed.

"It means that in order to be able to stand one another, we must continue to mate," he laughed. "We can make the most of this annoying situation, can we not? I'm horny as hell and so are you, and you cannot deny that I'm the best male you've ever been with. Just as long as you don't get any delusions that you can somehow tame me like that harpy wrapped Kakkarot around her finger."

"Tame you? Are you NUTS?" she shuddered. "Nobody could do that. Or you'd kill them."

"You know me far better then you comprehend. Both of us hate overly emotional mushy displays. And we both cannot abide foolish wastes of energy and time. You know how important public image is, being Vice President of this corporation. As I have found this the ideal base for my operations, you are required to maintain my training facilities and provide nourishment and a place to sleep. Instead of bitching that I contribute NOTHING to this household you can keep your mouth shut if I pleasure you discretely, correct?" Vegeta asked, with a small lascivious smirk.

"You mean if I use you for sex, then it pays me back for you being a royal pill? Vegeta, somehow that doesn't seem like you," Bulma said dubiously, shaking her head.

"Not when you belong exclusively to me," he said. Vegeta wrapped his other arm behind her waist, pulling her so their chests were flush with one another.

"Hey nobody owns me, jerk face!" Bulma shouted, pounding his chest with a thump.

Vegeta again grabbed her chin, bringing his nose within inches of her. Forced to stare into his eyes, she swallowed hard when he said, "Nobody but the Saiyan Prince that is. Accept my protection and you'll be well rewarded. Refuse it and be sorry that you rejected my generous offer."

His deep voice vibrated through every inch of her being, compelling. It held a note of command she dared not disobey. Tentatively Bulma stammered, "Okay, so if we… become lovers… or sex partners, does that mean you won't kill me or my family?"

Vegeta slid his hand from her chin up to cup her cheek. Reflexively Bulma slid her hands up his wet chest to lock in place at the nape of his neck. His lips barely brushed hers, but the contact froze her solid in her tracks. At his mercy Bulma tilted her head to the side, opening her mouth to flicker her tongue over his. Then his lips seized hers in a kiss that forced them to share their breaths as their mouths merged. Unfortunately he withdrew just as she fell into it.

Instead Vegeta then said, "You I will not kill, Bulma. But you cannot presume to sway me on other matters. A Prince cannot rule without subjects and I need but one being in my thrall. You knowing what you do subjects you to my protection whether we like it or not. But this reality should remain a closely guarded secret."

Bulma rolled her eyes at this, "Come on, they'll guess we're screwing."

"Screwing's all they'll presume. Because that's what it is. But the why and wherefore will not leave these walls," Vegeta said.

Immediately a great weight unlatched from Bulma's heavy heart. Whatever made her hold her breath now caused her to release it in a loud whoosh that puffed his wet hair before his eyes. Bulma's nose scrunched playfully and she cooed, "Naturally you can't resist my charm."

Vegeta countered with a devilish grin that showed his sharp white teeth, "No, you cannot resist my irrepressible will."

"Yeah whatever," she returned fondly.

Bulma slid her hands down and lightly brushed her hand over his handsome chest. Grateful he was her height she slid her hands along his ribs. He smirked, letting her know he wasn't ticklish. Pressing her against the wall he lifted her like she was nothing, holding her legs apart.

"I'm dead," she gasped in mock horror and renewed desire. Vegeta tossed her a smirk, then positioned himself. At that moment Bulma dragged him towards her. Bodies fit together perfectly with their vertical dance. Each strove for the ultimate prize of giving the other the most pleasure they could. Bulma gritted her teeth; afraid he'd killed her. Barely could she catch her breath before he was making love to her with reckless abandon.

Vegeta turned his head to the side, not making eye contact. Bulma threw her head back, yelping as he shifted the bulk of her weight to his hips. Her scrabbling fingers seized his shoulders, digging her nails in so she couldn't flop backwards. Vegeta slid his elbows under her knees to make stirrups and hold her legs in place. Finally Bulma buried her face in his shoulder and hung on for dear life. An instinct to surrender fell over her, and she simply let go.

"Oh Vegeta!" she cried, shivering against a force of nature she couldn't control.

Growls and snarls filled her ears, and she opened her eye slightly to look up at Vegeta's expression of extreme concentration. It was as if he were putting all his concentration into feeling every nuance of their lovemaking. Reflexively she clenched onto the Saiyan prince, clinging to him with all her strength in the aftermath.

"Better that you yielded or every bone in your fragile body would be broken," he panted, voice cracking with a low growl of lust.

"How can you do that… without killing me," she panted, hiding her face in his neck and cheek.

"What, you mean mating with you, woman?" he asked, holding her securely in his strong arms.

"Uh huh," Bulma nodded, eyes squeezed shut.

Vegeta slid open the shower curtain, carrying his prize with him into the bedroom. Relief overcame her when Bulma realized he was laying her out on the bed, and opting to continue where they'd left off. Another warm sense of fondness melted her last cold reserves. Bulma reached up to tug the Prince down alongside her. Soon they lay together in his bed, entangled in another rapturous embrace that would skyrocket them to an oblivion of ecstasy.

"Why should I wish to kill you when I'm having fun eh?" he laughed.

"I'm gonna die, but what a way to go," she gasped.

His teeth seized her ear where he'd bit her before, causing her to arch her back. Vegeta straddled her possessively, pinning both her hands in one of his over her head. Bulma giggled, her eyes daring him to try and conquer her.

"This is nothing compared to what I have planned," Vegeta answered, kissing the hollow of her throat.

"Mmm I can't wait," Bulma whispered, closing her eyes. Soft nips traced down her bare skin, with hot blasts of his breath. Vegeta wrapped her in a blanket of sheer sensuality with his fingers and lips alone.

"Don't stop," she whispered longingly, sliding her fingers through his spiked cone of hair.

Vegeta pulled away for a moment. He chuffed, "One more word of caution. If there is this disturbing whatever it is, then I must not let it be a weakness. And that means you cannot get this close to anyone else. The effects would be detrimental. On Vegetasei, sex partners learn to block one another during mating by focusing solely on the lust. Once you learn to tune into the lust of me ravaging your body you'll learn how to keep the rest out."

"Vegeta, you're insane," she glared down at him. He sat on her hips with a satisfied laugh, still holding her wrists in one hand while gliding his other down her sides. She shrieked at the tickling sensation.

"In simple terms, you don't get to screw anyone else but me, woman. Even you can understand THAT," Vegeta laughed.

"Should I be thrilled or devastated," she gasped.

"I hate the fact that you're so disgustingly similar to myself. Someone, who's known privilege all her life, living the life that I should have," Vegeta answered, bringing his lips close to her ear. Bulma shivered as she clung tightly to his scarred body, shaking with the revelations.

"You can't compare it, dorkbrain. Everyone thinks I'm some freaking prissy princess who has it all easy, well they don't know shit," Bulma yelled at him.

"All those damn times you remained in my presence cleaning my wounds when I was half dead didn't help either, woman," Vegeta answered, slipping his hands up and down her thighs. "Your were in contact with me when I was in a state of weakness."

"So you're blaming ME?" she asked.

"Of course. You had to get close. But no matter, what's done is done," he laughed mischievously.

"Uh huh, just you put your money where your mouth is, Monkey Prince," she shot back. Then she was rendered breathless by another assault on her body from above. Over and over they rolled as he conquered her again and showed her how much pleasure he could deliver.

"Isn't it a fantasy of yours to be ravaged for a full day by a nonstop assault?" he hoarsely gasped. Bulma nodded, biting her lip to stifle her moans. Each strong motion was tempered with the action of his fingers on places she had only found through careful self-exploration.

"Yes, oh hell yes," she laughed. Vegeta chuckled in amusement when he allowed her to draw him in and then felt her hands grab his shoulders. She leaned up, and then seized his mouth with hers.

Caught off guard, Vegeta growled in protest at such an intimate act. Bulma forced her tongue past his lips, latching onto his body with small circular motions of her hips. A kiss only seemed a foretaste when he really desired the sex, but now the ante had been upped. At least it shut her up, he admitted with pleasure.

A long incredibly satisfying time later, Vegeta bruised her lips with his stifled cry. Together they shuddered, convulsing against one another at the white-hot supernova of their dual release. Her lips tore from his allowing her loud moan and his final cry panting and hearts pounding inside their heads. Neither of them could admit now that they were cold anymore in the least bit. Between them they had enough passion to warm them for a lifetime. The thaw had begun, for the raging fire ahead.