(A/N)- I haven't named all the chapters….I'm so weird.

Chapter Five: Scratching an Itch

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, I do own a dog named Lyra though, but you cannot have her.

Heat rushed to the depths of her stomach and her body tightened so hard she thought she'd break. Her mind was fuzzy and could barely comprehend anything at all. The only sure thought that came to her mind was: more. She wanted more, more, and more. Harder, faster, hotter, she could barely keep up, she could barely breathe let alone talk, she tried to scream but it was stifled out by a new and more intense wave of pleasure. She had left her night gown on; it was red and short, and lacy. He had just lifted it up to fuck her, as if taking it off would've taken up to much time. They needed each other right than and right there. On her pretty little pink bed, with the pink canopy in her girly and pink bedroom. Pink? Her bed wasn't pink it was….

Bulma woke up in a heavy sweat; she was dizzy and gasping for air. She felt like all the blood in her whole body had flowed down under, and now her head spun while her clit spasm for more. More that is all she had wanted was more that was all she could think of during the dream. He was a machine, a well oiled, perfect running machine made out of flesh and blood. She desperately needed him inside of her and waking up to find it was all a dream was the most disappointing thing yet. The way he had needed her more than anything, the way he had gently, yet forcefully pushed her down and mounted her, like some sort of animal. She had never felt so much desire and passion burning within her. She had almost come, just from the mere thought of him. The cocky prince, the saiyin no ouji. Her worst nightmare and best dream.

Bulma decided to get up and go for a run, she needed to clear head, and also she needed to get her blood flowing to other parts of her body. She stretched and looked at the time, 4:48 AM, a perfect time to get up and start running. The summer heat had not yet started to sear into to world and it would be a comfortable 70 something degrees outside. Bulma quickly brushed her teeth and through her curly hair back into a ponytail. She put on some comfortable shorts and a sports bra, grabbed a light jacket and departed for a quick run. She had only just gotten started when she noticed the dull roar of the gravity chamber. Vegeta is up this early, he must really care about becoming a Super Saiyin. Bulma let out and exaggerated moan and decided to try and not think about Vegeta for a while. She continued running for the next twenty minutes, gathering up beads of sweat and letting out five days of sexual tension. It had really been almost a whole week….



Start Flashback

"Nice shirt." Bulma looked down at her tiny white soaked tank top, he could see everything. Frustrated she stomped out of the kitchen and into her room. She had not been that embarrassed and turned so much in a long time. There was something dangerous and sexy about how he had been staring at her, he had this hard longing in his eyes, she was his prize and he desperately needed it. Or had that just been wishful thinking on her part. Later that night she sat at home alone, since Yamcha had cancelled there plans that night, and couldn't sleep. She sat up most of the night thinking about him, when she finally did fall asleep she'd have wild, imaginative dreams about them entangled in passion, going at it like animals. Equally aggressive and passionate, it was amazing, even if it was just a dream.

End Flashback

Vegeta was working up a sweat in the GR; he had managed to go nearly a week without breaking the GR and only mangled half the bots. He was pissed off, his mind was somewhere else, or at least his penis was. She was always flaunting around in those tiny outfits, showing off her womanly curves, her tight ass and perfect breasts. No man, saiyin or not could keep his hands off of her for to long, and yet she wasted her time with that pathetic baka, who was constantly with other women. No he didn't want to think about that, why should he care. She was his servant, a pathetic lowly human slave. Yet she had a fire in her that fell nothing short of a full blooded saiyin warrior. She was brave, smart, passionate, and she had a body that was made for fucking.

Vegeta held his grounds and continued to push himself. He was not about to give up his life-long dream and goal to have five minutes of fun…more like five hours, I'd fuck her so hard… "Enough" he screamed out loud. "This silly woman she haunts me, but why? This is bizarre." He heard heavy breathing close by the GR door, he peaked out the window to notice Bulma rushing by. She looked serene, for once she was not opening her baka mouth and she just quietly went with the flow. Her whole body strained and squirmed just to do a short half-hour run and although it was weak and pathetic it was also noble, and he couldn't help but admire her ass in the tight running shorts. He could feel his own training shorts becoming tight in a certain area, so he decided to take a break and a cold shower.

Vegeta let the cold water run over his hot body, it felt amazing. The sweat dripped off of him and he felt the cool shivers of hard work. He was thinking of his morning now. Seeing her run around, such stamina for a small earth girl, such fire. He felt himself growing hard again, only this time he didn't 

care. He figure if he could release the tension than maybe she would be out of his thoughts for good. He slowly reached down to grab his aching member, he didn't want this to be good, he wanted it to be fast and get it overwith. Even his large hands could barely fit around the girth of his member (A/N no wonder he is so full of himself) he rubbed himself hard and unyielding. Thinking of the woman and her long toned legs. Her high tight ass, the curve of her hips, wrapped around him, pumping with all there might. He was so into his fantasy he didn't notice the bathroom door opening. Bulma still had her i-pod on and didn't notice the shower running (no steam remember it's semi-cold). She through off her work out clothes and started to admire herself in the mirror. Her mind was finally clear. She grabbed the closests towel and began to wipe at the sweat from her work out, she was hot and steamy, but finally she was thinking of something other than having her brains fucked out by the prince of all saiyins.

She was so into her thoughts of how she didn't want Vegeta (lol)that she didn't notice a shawdow sneaking up on her, she turned around and faced to mirror square on and lifted her head, and their he stood in all his saiyin glory. The chisled body, the hard muscles tightly wrapped in tan skin, and his aching member, in its fully erect state. Bulma's mouth dropped, for the second time since he had come back to earth, the saiyin no ouji had made her silenenced her. His signature smirk was still planted on his face and the water made a loud steady stream in the back ground. He was looking right at her, her beautiful naked form. He licked his lips never taking his eyes off of her, "Woman, fetch me a drying cloth at once."

(A/N)- I found this a good place to leave off. I hope you like, if anything offends you please let me know and I will change it. Thanks for reading and until next time, peace be your journey.