(A/N)- You guys have given me inspiration, thank you so much for your reviews, many of you who review I notice also have stories out, I have been reading some of them and they are great. Also, I want to apologize for the last chapter, it wasn't up to standards and I left a lot of things undone so to speak. Hope this makes up for it.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, I do own a kitkat, which I will eat quickly before anyone can take away the chocolately goodness.

Chapter Eight

Her red nails glistened under the warm, soapy water as she casually splashed at the remaining suds. A bath just what I needed to calm my… err nerves. She placed her hand palm first on her flat abdomen and rubbed small circles. It had been almost three weeks now, since the "scandalous bathroom adventure" as she had recently dubbed it. Of course, it had also been three weeks since she'd had sex. She couldn't bring herself to be intimate with Yamcha, not after what had happened. It felt so wrong, so dirty. Sure she had kissed him a few times, and obviously his hands had wondered, but she would always make up some excuse, although today her dilemma stood as to what excuse she could possibly make next. Yamcha was no genius, but he was a cheater, and he could easily decipher between what excuses held water, and which ones were complete crap. Still he gave Bulma the benefit of the doubt and well… plenty of space.

Bulma sighed heavier than necessary, and stared at the pink clock on her bathroom wall. The big and little hands were both nearing the ten. Three hours, I guess it's time to get out. The bath water was warm now and most of the steam had gone away, she stood up and let the water out of the bath as she walked over to the mirror. She looked up at the image of herself, thin and toned; her pale skin glowed in the dim lighting of the bathroom. She admired herself for a few more minutes and than pulled her warm, terrycloth robes around her naked body. She shivered as her temperature increased, and because she had the strangest feeling in her stomach. She wasn't quite sure what it was that made her stomach suddenly drop, but if she had the strangest suspicion that she was no longer alone in her large, dimly lit, bathroom. Suddenly she felt a cool night breeze as the wind blew from the nearby window. I swear I closed that damned window. She walked over to the window and slammed it shut hard. She shrugged off her strange feelings and decided to try and get some sleep.

The big clock in her living quarters struck one and she turned for the umpteenth time that night. She couldn't sleep and she didn't know exactly why. Every night after the "scandalous incident" she had slept at least six hours, but tonight that didn't seem possible. In fact, every night she felt a little more 

hot and bothered and tonight was no exception, things were definitely getting worse and worse for Bulma Briefs.

After another twenty minutes of tossing and turning she threw back her head, and sighed. Hesitantly she stripped the covers off of her petite figure and started to trace the edges of her body with her small white hands. She came to the hem of her silky, pink nighty and pulled slowly until in was just about even with the top of her matching silk panties. She slowly slid her small hand in between her underwear and her skin and quickly found the spot of all of her frustrations. One little nub of skin and bundle of nerves was causing quite a stir in her behavior, at least that is what she gave credit to her past three weeks of odd behavior to. She pressed gently at the swollen end of nerves, until she could feel her opening start to become slick and wet, she slowly tilted her head back and closed her eyes, she started to lose herself to her ministrations and as her pleasure raised, all her other senses seemed to be slightly, if not fully impaired. She started to moan and sigh, louder and louder. Until at last she finally came and with a breathy, heated voice she said one word. One word that had a thousand meanings.

"Vegeta."

After her orgasm she felt at least a little satisfied and feel deep into a slumber, not waking or moving for four whole hours. When five AM came around she stirred for a moment, than shivered in the cold, she had forgotten to pull her blanket back over herself and she felt chilled, but as she sat up to grab the think comforter, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Through the conjoining door she saw her bathroom and the large, single paneled window…open.

Bulma was not as quietly as she had hoped rummaging through the house trying to find her midnight visitor. She realized just how unquiet she had been when her mom's small hand landed on her shoulder. "Bulma darling…what are you doing?"

"O" Bulma gasped, "just you mom, I'm just tired. Didn't sleep much last night. Hey do you happen to know if Yamcha has been around lately?"

"O my, you probably just need some tea, I'll fix us some. And Yamcha left to train with that cute little Krillin remember? You are so silly sometimes Bulma, I don't know where you get it from."

With that said Bunny turned towards the kitchen, smacking straight into the doorframe, "O my, who moved this wall."



Bulma rolled her eyes and a little more quietly continued her search for any clues or signs of her mysterious audience. She knew deep in her heart the answer, but she was still afraid to admit it. Just as she was about to go back to bed receive some much needed rest, a hand grabbed her around the wrist and strongly pulled her into a darkened doorway. Even though Bulma was in her own house, she was seemingly unaware of her surroundings. She could only make out shadows and shapes in the dark room and even though she was afraid she was even more intrigued.

She let the strong arm wrap around her waist and bring her into a hardened body and Bulma looked up to greet the man's eyes, but all she saw was black, blacker than the night and the dark, blacker than the bottomless pits of hell and much more vengeful. Vegeta.

"Quiet, woman." Came a silky voice, with a rich and deep accent. A low grumble started in his belly and quickly charged up his spine and to t he back of his throat, Bulma's spine quivered in return and she could feel herself becoming aroused. "What, why are you hear?" He didn't say anything but let his hands do the talking, they wondered up her long slim arms and rested slightly on her shoulders. He than started to pull at her small, slight frame and move her closer towards the bed. Even though it was pitch black, he could see perfectly, something being a prowler of sorts had taught him well. "What are you doing? I can't?" Even though she couldn't see his face, she knew he was smirking at her comment. He knew she'd be writhing and thrashing underneath him in a matter of minutes, and there was not a damn thing that was going to stop her.

He pushed her shoulders roughly and she landed on the bed face first with a small bounce and an louder thud. "How dare you." She started as she began to lift herself up and attempt to turn over, but a firm, large palm pushed down on the middle or her back and she was once again tasting his comforter. She was protesting viciously despite the fact that all of her cries were muffled into the mattress, when she came to a sudden and abrupt halt.

The warmth of his tongue tasted her sweet skin and made small semi-circles under the sensitive skin of her ear. His breathing was smooth, but deep and even the mere sound of it turned Bulma on. She started to relax and enjoy his ministrations, pulling onto the covers with her balled fists and turning her head to the side so he could taste her lips. He did so, and the kiss only intensified. Things were getting sensual and almost….sweet ((yeah right)) when Vegeta pulled her head by the hair and lifted her up slightly and smirked at her, he kissed her hard on the lips and she gasped at the pressure. He was being rough, and she knew she'd be bruised, still a little part of her really liked it. He shoved her head down into the mattress and again she protested, she could hear him snickering at her which only caused to make her more upset. "You jerk," Came a high-pitched, very distorted scream. She silenced when she 

heard a very distinct sound, metal on metal, a metallic zang (so not a word). Is he doing what I think…? For a genius Bulma could be quite slow. His pants came off with a quick tug and next was her night gown up around her hips. She could feel his hard cock pressing up against her entrance and her muffled moans came out in longs strands. He massaged her ass with both hands, roughly, but not hard enough to bruise. He than moved his hands up her back and massaged her shoulders, all the while pushing the nightgown off of her and kneeling in between her legs. He continued to massage and kiss her shoulders and than without warning he tugged her hips up, so her firm ass was pointed in the air and with a hard thrust he was inside of her. She screamed loud out of surprise, out of pain, and out of pleasure. Her slickened entrance and she position made the thrusting motions ten times faster than they had been before and only a minute into it Bulma had her first orgasm, "AAAAHHHhhh..." Came a loud growling scream, her head now raised off the covers and her hips thrusting back to meet his.

"Already woman?" He snickered again and continued his ministrations for what seemed like hours, and at the same time seemed like only seconds. She finally collapsed and he on top of her, panting, their chests heaving with each breath. Covered in sweat and juices they made quite a sight. Vegeta quickly stood up and pulled up his pants. He stretched his shoulders and with an unceremonious thump he through Bulma on the floor as he crawled into bed.

Bulma was stunned for a mere second but quickly regained her composure, "You asshole how dare you." She screamed. She was met with his loud snores and no matter how hard she shook him, he would not budge. Either he was in a really deep sleep or he needed an Oscar for his performance. Not knowing what to do Bulma got up and ran to her only sanctuary. The bath tub. She didn't cry, she didn't shed a tear or even sniffle, she wasn't sad she was pissed. How dare the likes of that monkey bastard treat her, Bulma Briefs, rich, beautiful and smart like a regular whore? She stomped her foot, clearing away the steam from the mirror and looking into the mirror in front of her. In spite of her recent activities and the fact that she had gotten little sleep, she seemed to glow. What was this strange aura around her? Was she happy? She wrapped a towel around her body, looking at it as she did and when she looked up into the mirror she saw not her own eyes, but black dark onyx ones. Before she could gasp, he had her around the waist and hunched over. That night he fucked her in his room, in the bathtub, on the bathroom floor and twice on her bed.

Bulma woke up at about two in the afternoon, still dazed and tired. After all she had just come off of an extreme high. She sighed biting her swollen lip. She could still taste him on her, and his masculine delicious, spicy flavor made her tingle all over again. "Mmmmm…" She could barely contain her pleasure as she nearly orgasmed from the thought of him touching her. She shook her head, what the hell was she doing. She needed to call Yamcha, she had to talk to him. She swallowed hard and bit her lower lip, this time because she was thinking. Having just woken up and still being a little dazed she figured her nerves would be numb to and it was now or never. She picked up her cell on the night stand 

next to the bed and started dialing his number, ignoring the 7 new txt messages she had gotten during the night. Now or never Bulma, now or never.

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