Author's Note: Hello! I apologize for the tardiness of this chapter. Things were a little crazy! I did get my license so I am officially an RN and right after that, I got a job! Again, I'm not trying to make up excuses. I'm going to try to get better. This story is not far from my thoughts so I am very determined to finish it! Especially since the story is falling into place and almost near the end.

For this chapter, there is a lemon scene at the very beginning. You are free to skip over it and you will not miss much of the story line. I also wanted to let everyone know that I have been watching a lot of Grey's Anatomy and listening to Mumford & Sons so this chapter may be written a little differently from the rest. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy.


Her white blank page and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink
You desired my attention, but denied my affections, my affections

-Mumford & Sons

Set Me Free

Chapter 14


"Are you sure, Bulma?"

The question rang throughout her head as she sat contemplating the answer. Bulma stared into the dark eyes of the man perched above her. The prince was so close to her, she could feel his hot breath on her face.

Bulma hesitated and bit her lip unconsciously. She wanted him more than anything else in the universe but something in her mind was holding her back. The young woman had never experienced…intercourse. She mentally frowned at the word. Love-making. Yeah, that's better. In fact, the more she thought about it, she had never been in this sort of relationship ever. The blue-haired beauty had her share of "boyfriends" – young men that would seek out her love and attempt to court the dame. But alas, they were nothing like Vegeta.

Finally, she turned her attention back to the man in front of her and once again, gazed into the black depths. Without speaking a word, she slowly nodded her approval to the prince and gave silent permission for him to continue his work.

The prince was satisfied with this answer and crashed his lips upon hers in frenzy. Both hands seized his black mane and grasped handfuls, pulling him closer into her. As their tongues collided, Bulma released a small moan, urging the prince to take the next step.

Slowly, Vegeta grabbed Bulma's wrists and removed her from his flamed-hair. He pushed her arms to the side, still holding onto her wrists as he broke the kiss and began his exploration down her body. Hot kisses trailed southbound, beginning behind her ear and moving towards her slender and delicate neck. She bit her lip, containing herself as he sucked gently before continuing his journey to her collarbone before reaching her perky breasts.

The prince took his time with each, planting kisses around the areola. He nipped at her rose nipples, gently before enveloping it whole in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. The pleasure sent chills down Bulma's spine and she attempted to reach forward but was held back by Vegeta's strong grip on her wrists.

The prince cast a glance at his partner to check her response and smirked at the reaction he received. He proceeded to move downward on her flawless body, placing kisses along her inner thighs before he reached her silk folds.

A warm sensation filled her body that reached her loins. A mixture of excitement and fear of the unknown filled her. She bit her lip; afraid of the next step but all the while praying he would continue. The young woman could feel his lips grace her sensitive skin, his hot breath against her.

"Vegeta…" She breathed his name, pleasure laced in her voice.

The prince looked at the beautiful woman lying before him. He had the pleasures of other women, though none compared to the one in his presence at this moment. A different emotion paraded about as he thought of her. Bulma. The name rang in his head as he stared into her eyes. Those oceans of blue beckoned him to continue; pleaded with him. This look was no different than the other women he had conquered. All of them begging for him to continue his mission. However, Bulma was different. Vegeta had never felt this way about any woman. This new sensation he felt was… strange. But not entirely bad, he thought.

"Vegeta, please…"

The plea awoke Vegeta from his thoughts and he smirked at her request. Nodding to himself, he placed a passionate kiss on her ruby lips before releasing her wrists. Slowly, he danced two fingers around her entrance in a rhythmic motion.

Bulma moaned with the sensations that flowed through her body. She bucked her hips furiously against him, urging him to continue. A grin made its way to his handsome face and he dove the fingers further inward. Her hands searched for his arms, hoping to grab onto something.

Heart rate increased. Temperature rose. And breathing amplified. Bulma noticed her chest heaving and could feel her heart pumped viciously against her chest. But as soon as the feeling had come, it disappeared and was quickly replaced waves of pleasure wracking her body.

Bulma grasped the silky sheets beneath her as she cried out to him. And then-

It stopped.

The young woman gasped for air and turned to look up at her partner sitting before her. "What… what are you doing? What's going on?"

The prince could no longer restrain himself. Hearing her moans and seeing her satisfaction drove him to the edge. Once again, he pressed his lips against her, using one arm to hold her close and the other to free himself from his pants.

Before another word could be spoken between the two, Vegeta pressed his swollen member to her entrance. A look of panic crossed Bulma's features for a brief moment. She had heard the stories about sex. Horrible stories. About the pain and agony of one's first time. However, she also heard the good and remembered what pleasure the man in front of her brought her.

The prince stopped, seeing the look on her face. He pulled back from the kiss and sat back, studying her. "Bulma…" He breathed, attempting to calm himself down.

Without saying a word, Bulma immediately reached up and grasped his face between her hands and crushed his lips against her own. That was her approval.

Vegeta wasted no time and pushed himself into her. Bulma broke the kiss and gasped loudly, a pain erupting between her legs. Silent tears fell from her eyes as time seemed to slow dramatically down. The prince moved in and out of her at an even tempo, keeping his eyes on her and brushing away the faint streaks.

Soon, the pain faded and the tears stopped falling. Bulma's blue eyes matched his dark ones and they became in rhythm. A growing warmth returned, now stronger than ever and she clenched her eyes, feeling the eruption approaching. She released a moan and cried out the prince's name, feeling numb. Shortly after, she heard the prince stiffen and hissed a curse.

Bulma smiled at the man now lying beside her, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist, pulling her into his rock-hard chest. There was no place she would rather be. Pure bliss.


The bright sunlight hit the young woman's face like a slap. She released a loud groan and turned over, attempting to snuggle up to the man beside her. However, she was greeted with a cold space and frowned.

Bulma immediately sat up and rubbed her eyes, staring down the empty spot that was held the prince. Was she surprised? Hardly. Then she realized he could have left for a reason – to specifically not be around when she awoke. Did the prince have a bad time?

The young woman frowned at the horrible thought but quickly dismissed it as she leapt out of bed to get ready for the day.

On her way out of the suite, Bulma ran into a very busy Kakarott, who was busy juggling stacks of papers, a few caffeinated beverages, and several tools.

"Kakarott!" Bulma called, waving at her male friend.

The man looked in her direction and managed a grin. "Hi Bulma! How are you?"

She quickly gained speed and soon was at his side, stretching out her arms to lend a hand. She grasped at the papers and filed them nicely in her arms, stealing a glance at the cargo he was carrying. Blueprints.

"Kakarott, what are these?" She asked, perplexed as she studied the prints intently. Her friend became white and quickly ripped the prints out of her hands.

"Sorry Bulma, Vegeta's eyes only."

"Oh! You're on your way to see the prince? I'll join you. I would not mind seeing him myself."

At this comment, the young soldier suddenly stepped in front of Bulma, preventing her from advancing any further.

"Sorry Bulma… I don't think Vegeta would be too happy if I let you tag along…" Kakarott slowly grabbed the blueprints back and looked solemnly at the marble floor.

Bulma was speechless. She narrowed her eyes at the statement and glared at the man before her. Although he could not see her, the sting of the gaze was clear and he mumbled another apology before continuing his journey without her.

The young woman watched the soldier disappear down the hallway before she stomped off in the opposite direction. She was absolutely furious! She had given herself to the prince… and for what? To be shoved aside like a piece of filth and trash? And to think, she had feelings for this man. To think, one would even consider those feelings… love. She was disgusted and humiliated. Stupid, stupid girl!

How could she be so foolish?

Angry tears rolled down her pale cheeks as she continued her march through the palace. Bulma swiped her fists across her eyes to clear her vision. She reached the end of the hall and collapsed onto a nearby oak-wood bench. Sobs were begging to be released and she panted, attempting to keep the hysteria at bay.

A failed attempt…

The young woman buried her face into her hands, curling her knees to her chest. Thankfully, she was in the least populated section of the palace. Truth be told, she could not care less at this point what sort of scene she was causing.

Pain swelled in her chest. The rejection was becoming too much. She was drowning.

"Oh gods!" She sighed, clutching her chest.

No, he would not win. She is not something to just toss aside after he is done. Bulma Briefs is not a woman to mess with!

Bulma proudly stood up from the bench and headed back in the direction of her friend to track down the prince. She was going to be the one to end it.


"Where the hell were you?"

"I'm sorry, Vegeta. I saw Bulma in the hallway. I think she was looking for you."

"Idiot! She didn't follow you, did she?"

"Psh, do you really think I'm that dumb?" Kakarott replied, grinning at the prince who was currently rolling his eyes at the statement.

"Whatever. Get over here and hold this."

The burly soldier quickly ran to the large machine as the prince began screwing pieces into the nearby wall.

A sudden turn of the door handle interrupted the men at work and their heads cocked in the direction. "Kakarott… Tell me you locked that fucking door."

The soldier did not reply but merely gulped loudly and continued staring as the doorknob turned and revealed their visitor.

The prince's black eyes connected with two blue ones. Before he could utter a word, the woman spoke.

"Vegeta, I know you don't want see me but guess what, I don't want to see you either. Not ever. Again! You are a fucking asshole and I can't believe I slept with you last night!"

She felt a rush of wetness hit her eyes. Damn those tears. She prayed it would not happen in front of him. He does not deserve them!

"I'm leaving. Don't worry, I'm no longer your 'problem'…"

The prince opened his mouth to stop her but Bulma was already out the door. He sighed. Women and those fucking emotions!

Vegeta leapt to his feet and quickly chased down the woman. Grasping her upper arm, he spun her around and clutched her. They were now face to face, only inches apart.

He stared into those blue oceans as she glared back like a feral animal.

"Bulma…" He whispered. "Don't go."

This was not what she expected. Unable to form words, she stayed silent waiting for him to continue. However, he said nothing but never broke eye contact.

She cleared her throat, preparing herself. "But why have you been avoiding me?"

This time, the prince was slightly confused. "What?" He barked, a little too harshly.

"Well, Kakarott said you didn't want to see me…"

The prince glanced back in the direction of room where Kakarott was occupying. "Imbecile." He muttered then turned back to the woman in his arms. "That idiot was suppose to keep something a secret…"

Bulma raised an eyebrow. "A secret?"

Vegeta released Bulma's arms and stood back, folding his arms across his chest. After much debate in his head, he released a sigh and motioned for her to follow.

The two walked in silence until they came across the same door that Bulma previously barged into uninvited. Vegeta stood in front and then slowly, stepped forward and pushed the door open to reveal the inside. Bulma followed suit and took in the surroundings of the room.

The room was very… plain. White walls, white tiles, and a grey marble floor. She began to study the room more intently, pacing back and forth and examining several different machines that were present in the room.

Suddenly, her face paled and the confused look turned to shock. She quickly turned back to the prince.

"A… lab?"

Vegeta nodded but said nothing more. Bulma gasped at this response and could not contain her excitement any longer. She released a shout of joy and ran into the prince, nearly knocking him over. She threw her arms around his neck and whispered a 'thank you' into his ear before tearing herself away to study the equipment in the room more closely.

"I guess we'll give you some privacy." Kakarott said, putting his hand behind his head and flashing her a wide grin.

Bulma turned back to the men, a smile still plastered on her face as she nodded her approval. She grabbed a nearby wrench and began her work on the different machines scattered about the room. The two men disappeared from the room, leaving the woman to begin her work.


A knock interrupted the woman's thoughts and she glanced at the double wooden doors.

"Come in."

A young soldier obeyed the orders and entered into the private quarters of Princess Chi Chi. In his right hand, he held a bouquet of brightly colored wild flowers. Pink, purple, and yellow colors peppered about on green stems and filled Chi Chi's dark eyes with excitement.

"For me?"

Kakarott nodded and grinned, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. The princess ran into his arms, embracing him. After a moment, she pulled back and grasped the flowers from the man.

"But… why?" She questioned, now confused at the gesture.

The young man shrugged. "Well, Vegeta surprised Bulma with a lab so I thought it would be nice to surprise you with some-"

"He what?!"

"Oh yeah! I did not tell you? The prince felt it was best to provide Bulma with a lab so she has something to do while here on Vegetasei."

Chi Chi nodded and smiled to herself. She could not believe the prince would do something such as this for her best friend. Truly smitten. The woman could not wait to talk with her friend about this new "present" of hers.


Vegeta sat in front of the stone fireplace, twirling his amber-colored liquor in one hand while the other scratched his chin absent-mindedly. He of course, was deep in thought about the woman. A new battle was approaching with this leader known as "Frieza", whom Vegeta did not trust one bit. Who knows how long it was going to be? He had no knowledge of the enemies he was going to be up against but that was not the subject that was bothering him at the moment. No, right now his new concern was that of Bulma. What if the battle waged much longer than expected… and she left? He did not want to lose her again. Sure, the new laboratory would keep her around for a while but then, what? She would surely not wait around for him forever. Men were falling over themselves trying to be around her. Vegeta was no fool – she may one day take a mate.

So why not him?

The prince did not care much about mates and spouses. He was much too busy with political affairs and fighting battles. A silly mate would only slow him down. But then, in the back of his mind he still thought about her with another man. The thought made him sick to his stomach and anger rage inside him. The thought of another man touching her…

A crack alarmed him briefly from his thoughts. The glass in his hand seemed to crumble beneath his wrath. He released a growl and tossed the remains into the brawling flames before him.

Well, it is settled then. It is forbidden for any man to touch this woman. His woman. The prince released a sigh at the argument occurring in his head. What would Bulma say? She would probably prefer something a little more… formal.

A snarl emitted from Vegeta's throat. No! The Prince of Vegetasei was not going to just "settle-down"! But – then again, what would change? Although he would never admit it, Bulma was beautiful and smart, a truly perfect woman for him. He no longer yearned for the whores and concubines that lingered about the palace or in his bed at night. Not after he had a taste of her the previous night…

A hard rap at his door ceased the thoughts and he stood to greet the guest. Without waiting for a response, the caller threw the double-wood doors open and met eyes with the prince. She bounded across the room and once again ran into his arms.

The surprise gesture nearly knocked the prince over but he held his ground and waited for the young woman to speak. He shoved his hands into his pockets as her arms tightened around his slender waist.

"I love the lab." She mumbled into his chest, his spice-scent filled her nostrils.

They stood in silence until the prince placed hand on the small of her back. She sighed in relief then pulled back and looked into his dark eyes, flashing him genuine grin. Vegeta swallowed hard, attempting to find the words to continue.

Finally, the dark man broke the grip and proceeded to pace the room slowly. "Bulma, I have to leave for a battle soon."

The young woman nodded, slightly confused and unsure of what to say. Instead, she sat in silence and watched the man continue.

"And I don't know how long it is going to last." He paused, facing the fireplace, his arms folded neatly behind his back as he stared into the flames. He drew in a breath, forcing the courage to continue on with his mission. "What I'm trying to say is…"

He turned back to face her this time, making direct eye contact. The young woman stood in front of him, waiting for him to say what he needed to say. She patiently listened, the look on her face urging him to take the next step.

"What I'm trying to say is I want you to be my woman. I want you to be my mate."


Author's Note: Oh boy! Did ya see that coming? I've never written a lemon before so I apologize if it's kinda... poorly written. I hope you enjoyed the rest of the chapter. I really enjoyed writing this one plus it is an important one to get this story going. The Chi Chi and Kakarott (Goku) section was kinda small but I really did not have much else for them to do but at the same time I haven't had them do much lately so I apologize for that. Review please! I want to hear your thoughts.