A/N: It's up! It's finally up! I hope the chapter fits together nicely. I was at such a loss for this one that I actually wrote it in pieces. It was a hard chapter to write. On that note, an update will definitely never take that long again. Especially since in one month the end of the semester will be here! I'm so happy I could cry. I think I will. I am crying.

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Annoying Narrator: Last time, on Dragonball Z! ...

Who would've thought he was such a good kisser? Much better than her dreams. She would never sleep again.

"Vegeta," Bulma breathed, tilting her head so that he dove at her neck. "The d-door…."

Without pause, he outstretched an arm and punched the door close button. As the stairs began to ascend, Bulma pulled away, gasping for air.

"Vegeta… let's go to my room…." She tried to say between hot kisses.

"No," he said firmly, not taking his lips from her skin. "… Here."

He was really going to go through with this, wasn't he?

Vegeta was pulling at her clothes, ripping them really, and throwing loose articles to the side of the training room, pressing his lips on each inch of her skin as it was exposed to him.

Pale.

Soft.

His.

For now anyway. While she was entertaining.

"Vegeta," Bulma groaned as he buried his face in her neck, lingering there to bite her flesh.

The way she said his name caused him a split second hesitance in his administrations. Why had he bothered to wait so long for this?

Curse this attitude of mine! Vegeta thought bitterly, tearing off the blue-haired woman's bra in one swift movement of his hand. It went sailing across the room and hit the wall. A pair of white underwear followed suit, as well as two perfectly shiny white training boots.

Vegeta positioned himself over top of her, allowing his eyes to travel up and down the slim, creamy body underneath him. He curled his upper lip out of habit. There was no doubt about it. Bulma Brief would be the most beautiful out of them all.

If they ever even started.

"Open your legs woman," he ordered, feeling extremely impatient now that she was completely undressed.

Bulma scrunched her face and sat up instantly. "I know what to do Vegeta!" She narrowed her eyes. "I've done this before, okay?"

And for some reason, her statement bothered him. He realized then that he did not wish to think of the woman with that inferior pseudo warrior. Not when she could have him, Vegeta… a First Class Elite.

He chose to give her a physical response, rather than the angry verbal one she had probably expected. Vegeta grabbed her legs, bent them upwards and spread them apart forcefully.

She was breathing hard, staring up at him with large blue eyes. Anticipating his next move.

To know that this woman desired him, had probably desired him for some while now... it was almost too much for the alien prince to fathom. He wanted her to enjoy him, to want him, to need him.

Vegeta locked his eyes with hers. Instantly something exploded within him and he knew, though he certainly did not care to admit it, that this was going to be different.

She was going to be different than the others and he wasn't sure why.

I can't keep thinking like this!

He took the plunge, quickly, erasing cursed thought. Underneath him the woman called his name, dug sharp nails into his arms as she pulled him into her.

He clasped her naked body to his. He wanted to feel her around him. On him. He wanted, as long as he could, to merely have her.

"Don't… don't stop…."

He didn't.

Vegeta prepared himself.

Prepared himself for the undeniable frustration he would feel once this moment had gone.

Prepared himself for untold consequences.

Prepared himself for the most enjoyable workout he would experience during his bothersome stay on Earth.

Bulma woke up on a hard surface. Her cheeks felt as though they had been molded into a completely different shape. Groggily she allowed her eyes to adjust to the bright light.

Why was she laying on the Gravity Room floor?

Not bothering to rise, the young woman merely placed a hand under her head to make her rest more comfortable. She yawned and closed her eyes, a dark haven that protected her from such harsh luminosity.

Wait. Why the fuck was she on the Gravity Room floor?

Alert and a bit distressed, Bulma ventured to look around. Near her face lay a pair of blue sweat pants. Hers. A pair of black ones.

His.

And now she could remember why she was laying on the ground.

The scientist sat up so quick that her neck cracked. Next to her lay Vegeta, facing the opposite direction, in shorts and a white undershirt.

He must have been asleep. He hadn't stirred once she had looked over. Usually just blinking in his direction could cause the Saiyan to attempt an assault.

What have I done?

And as she thought that horrible thought, a generous smile began to unravel upon her face.

She had done what she had wanted to do from the very beginning. No more and certainly no less.

Bulma sighed pleasantly, sat with her legs crossed and contemplated getting dressed again. The Gravity Room was hot and sticky though, and she really had no desire to feel the soft constraints of fabric around her bare body. In fact, she had no desire to do anything whatsoever, save lay on the Gravity Room floor with her perfectly sculpted Saiyan Prince.

A sound like a bee buzzing rippled quietly through the air. Bulma turned her head to see where it was coming from. Leaning forward, she began to rifle through various undergarments for her phone.

Her father was calling.

"Uh, h-hello? Dad?"

"Hi sweetheart! I couldn't find you around the compound to ask how it went with Vegeta earlier."

Bulma's heart nearly leapt from her chest at his statement. "What are you talking about?"

Her father's tone seemed very confused. "I meant when you took the droid over to him, Bulma. Did he seem to like it? He's hard to read."

He sure is.

"Everything went really well dad," Bulma replied, trying to sound offhand and wondering if her father could see right through her façade. "He even said thanks."

"Well that's splendid! And to think I've been pacing in my office for no reason!" Her father paused briefly. "Are you alright dear? You sound exhausted."

Even though her father could not possibly have known what had transpired in the last hour and a half, she blushed ridiculously. "I haven't been up to much actually," she lied. "You know, the usual."

Her father obviously didn't go to the trouble of decoding just what 'the usual' was. If he had, he probably would have suspected something immediately. Nothing Bulma did was ever usual.

Especially when it came to sleeping with an alien bent on destroying Earth.

"I'll let you go dear," her father spoke into the phone, sounding slightly hurried, "I just activated a bot and it's… and it's destroying my office as we speak."

Bulma heard her father shout something in the background and made her goodbye quickly. She placed the phone back on the ground, glad to have dodged a bullet. What if her father had gone looking for her? He surely would have checked the Gravity Room, and what then?

She gave a sigh of relief and turned her sights back to Vegeta's still form. She chuckled.

"Better than Yamcha!"

"Of course I am woman."

His deep voice scared her and Bulma's entire body tensed up at the mere sound of it.

Vegeta lay just as still as before.

"Get out."

Rolling her eyes, Bulma lay back down next to him, grabbed one of his shoulders and turned him over so that he was facing the ceiling. She lay her head on his chest.

"You heard me woman. Leave."

"No," Bulma said airily, lightly tracing his skin with her finger so that chill bumps appeared.

"I want to do it again."

Sorer than she had ever been in her life, Bulma had taken it upon herself to dress and leave Vegeta's presence. She walked as well as she could, but it was more difficult than she would have liked to divulge. She had never been so sure of something in her entire life.

Vegeta was an animal.

The way he ravaged her, took her, grabbed and ruined whatever innocence she had left… it was maddening. He was maddening.

She already wanted him a third time.

A part of her warned her that what she had done had already caused a series of events that could deconstruct the perfect life she had imagined for herself. What if she began to feel for Vegeta in the same way she had once felt for Yamcha? What if this happened again? How could she say no to him when she had said yes so many times before? What kind of power could she ever have over Vegeta if she handed to him exactly what he wanted from her when he asked for it? Would he ask for it?

The questions were agony! Bulma ran a shaky hand through her hair and walked into the front door of Capsule Corp. Her mother was standing in the doorway, putting on her coat.

"Hi there!" she said in greeting. "It sure is windy today isn't it?"

Bulma, who was in no mood for small talk, nodded her head and kept ahead.

"Oh, and Bulma?"

She turned and raised her eyebrows.

"What is it mom? I'm kinda in a hurry. I need to take a shower and help dad in the lab. One of his robots is going haywire-"

"-Oh then don't mind me! I just wandered where you had been all day!"

That grin on her mother's face, she couldn't gather it's significance or why it had made her so damned uneasy. Bulma smiled casually and waved her hand in the air.

"I haven't really been anywhere. I just needed some time to myself today."

Her mother's smile grew. "I could use a little time to myself with Vegeta too!"

As her mother giggled delightfully, like a school girl who had just discovered the juiciest secret and intended to tell it to whomever would listen, Bulma's insides began to melt one by one. Her knees almost sank beneath her.

"What are you talking about mom?"

"Your father sent me to look for you earlier," her mother replied, placing her hand on the front doorknob and pulling it open. "I stopped by the Gravity Room."

Smile.

"Really?" asked a calm, cool, and collected young woman.

Kill me. If she saw anything at all I want to die. Here. On this very spot.

Her mother frowned a little and squinted. "I was going to bring you two some food -it's so nice that you two are talking!- but I couldn't get the door open. It's a shame too! I think you could have used some extra help in there dear! Talking to Vegeta can be very taxing you know!"

She could have fainted from her reprieve. Placing a hand over her chest to steady her breathing, Bulma managed a real smile.

"It's alright mom. I think I've finally made some headway with Vegeta."

If only they knew how very true that was.