Hey guys this is chapter two

Just a warning this chapter does conatin a lemon.

And it should be a bit longer.

All reviews welcome and appreciated.

I don't bragon ball z or any of the characters (sadly)

She looked herself one last time in the mirror before finally getting up. She had finally perfected her makeup and her hair and now just needed to pick the right dress.

"Bulma, honey, were leaving now," Dr breifs called up to her daughter.

"Have fun with Vegeta, dear," her mother said. Panchy really wished that her daughter would just get with that handsome man and thought some time alone might just be the key.

"Bye mum," she said through gritted teeth trying hard not to get angry, her mother just didn't get that she didn't like him that way. Did she? She sighed and turned back to her giant wardrobe she had just two hours to pick up an outfit. Ughh. And to make matters worse Trunks just woke up. She quickly looked through her wardrobe for a the right dress and finding no luck looked for her robe.

"Woman! Shut the brat up" a very irritated Vegeta yelled. His saiyan hearing affected him much worse than Bulma regular human hearing.

When the brat did not cease his wailing Vegeta got pissed; quickly sensing the woman's ki he flew up the stairs and almost knocked her door down...only to be greeted to the sight of a very naked Bulma.

"What the fuck Vegeta!" She screamed.

"It wouldn't shut up l, fix it."

"I'm busy, jerk. He's your son to." But Vegeta didn't move, he was too busy admiring the body of that woman staring intently at her very exposed breasts and and her vegina which was half hidden behind her hands l.

When Bulma realised he was still there she looked up at his naked chest and his tight spandex shorts which were giving a clear view of his lenghty and very errect manhood. She felt herself getting a little wet down there.

"Vulgar woman," he smirked and left, leaving Bulma blushing in embarrasnent.

-(m)-

She was finally ready wearing a little, figure hugging, black dress and finishing it off with diamond jewellery and a sexy set of heels.

"Vegeta I'm leaving now have fun with Trunks."

"Hn," was all the response she got and not expecting anymore she left.

After the door slammed shut Vegeta was left alone in the kitchen barely eating the leftovers that woman's mother had made for him. He couldn't eat, she was on his mind. The cute way she blushed and tried to hide the body he had alrdy claimed. He couldn't deny that he wanted her. 'No he wanted sex not her,' and yet no human was good enough for him, except one. And then the baby cried 'damn that brat.'

As he walked up the stairs he really regretted satyung to train it. As he got closer he was almost screaming, his ears unable to shut out that little terror.

He looked at his son, 'he needs to learn to stop.'

"Boy, stop,"

"Dada," Vegeta couldn't help but stop the child recognised him.

'Stop!" But it was still no use the boy kept in crying stopping only to dub Vegeta "Dada" and then continue.

He stared at his son trying to recall what he was supposed to do. He grabbed a bottle a gave it too him. He stopped crying immediately and drank a lot of milk in a little time. He looked as his dad showing the empty bottle with excitment. Vegeta leaned over to pick it up and instead got covered in a sticky substance: the damn child had thrown up on him. Vegeta was now very angry,

"Boy you are coming with me," he announced whilst picking up his son.

The price dragged the boy to the gravity room and made sure to destroy any cameras the woman kept in there. Vegeta then started to lecture his son on being a tough saiyans warrior and began his lessons in independence and fighting.

-(m)-

Meanwhile Bulma was having fun, she had consumed quite a bit of alchohol and was now dancing with the single elite of west city, any thing less would have been unsuitable for the heir of capsule corp. As she was dancing she realised how much she wished Vegeta was doing this: did her feelings run deeper than she thought. No she was just lonley and with what happened earlier was just storing up some sexual tension.

Sick of being so close to so many sweaty people Bulma went up to the bar to order another round of shots.

"I'll pay for that ms. Breifs." Bulma smiled at the man who approached her. He was definitely handsome and, for a human, well muscled and yet she found herself completely uninterested.

"Thanks," she beamed up at him gesturing for him to sit down. Maybe a bit of conversation might get her arroused. But after hours of benine conversation, Bulma was bored. The man was so boring and never fought back to the richest woman in the world. She missed Vegeta wishing he was here. And yet knew that the feeling would not be mutual. She sighed,

"I've got to go l, relieve the sitter." The man nodded and let her go.

As soon as she stepped outside she regretted taking the front door due to the paparazzi waiting, like insects, outside. They asked the same questions they always did: this the father of the child, where is he now, did you have a secret wedding, etc. She wqlkednoff trying to ignore them but like a pack of wolves chasing their prey thaey followed, stalking her untill they found the right time to pounce.

Unfortunately, that time never came. All the cameras exploded.

"Vegeta," Bulma called out.

"No," came the response from a familiar voice.

"Yam..Yamcha."

"Yes," came his reply; although it didn't sound happy.

"What are you doing here."

"I was in the neighbourhood and saw the flashes and then you." Her heart pounded; it was so sweet of him and yet she wished it had been vegeta. "Mind if I walk you home."

"Not at all." And so the two walked along the silent streets of west city talking and catching up. Although things hadn't ended well between them, Bulma still considered Yamcha a good freind:; after all they were together for a long time. Yamcha was happy after all that drama they could still be friends, and maybe in time they could pick up where they left off. After all Vegeta was just a rebound who didn't understand what contraception was.

They arrived at capsule corp. and Bulma went to say goodbye and then couldn't. Yamcha's lips were pressed against hers. Her moment of shock wore off and she kneed him right in his manhood,

"What the fuck Yamcha," she screamed, " its over between us don't you understand that." And with Yamcha still rolling on the floor in pain she entered her house...to be greeted by a confused looking Vegeta.

"Wash yourself Woman, you stink off weakling." He had completely forgotten to be angry at her.

"Fuck off Vegeta."

"Why? Your smell is offensive, its smells of that weakling."

"You mean Yamcha. Why you jerk, I can hang out with whoever I wish."

"Anyone except him." She felt her heart skip a beat; was Vegeta jealous. She laughed, "you're jealous aren't you."

"No. I just don't want our child exposed to such a weakling."

She laughed, all her anger turning into unobtainable laughter.

"Stop it Woman," he ordered, yet he couldn't help but find her laughter smiling face such a turn on. He wasn't sure if he could contain himself much longer. The combination of this morning and that scent made him wild. Since when did he the prince of all saiyans have so little self control.

"Make me," and he did; faster than she could comprehend she and Vegeta were joined at the lips. She didn't even resist, she just fell into the kiss her knees starting to weaken.

Both of them fell deeply into the kiss and soon Vegeta had lost his shirt and was moving his lips down her neck breathing the scent of the weakling. That drove him over the breaking point. He ripped of her expensive dress leaving her completely naked.

She just sighed enjoying this too much to complain. She shuddered in pleasure as his lips find her tender nipples still slightly swollen from her pregnancy. But now she wanted more and moved her hands down across his hard muscled stomach and down to his shorts. She pulled them off exposing his cock to the air; but not for long as he drove it straight in; with such a ferocity that Bulma had never experienced before. It hurt so much but felt so good. Her knees could barely support her weight and so Vegeta pushed her up against the wall.

"Oh kami," Bulma screamed. She was experiencing bliss. Never before had she had sex so passionate and violent, she didn't even care that she would be bruised afterwords.

Bulma pulled away pointing to the sofa, her back sore from the wall, and he literally threw her on to it and entered her again, pushing harder than he ever had before. As Vegeta's pace quickened bulmas hands moved across his back scratching his sweaty skin.

Bulma shuddered as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her vagina pulsating around Vegeta cock which was soon throbbing too as came into her.

The two lay there breathing heavily both had attacked the other with so much passion that they were exhausted, and not wanting to move they lat there in each others arms. The weaklings scent completely gone.

To be continued...