Fair warning. This fic is rated "M" for a reason. Lemons ahead ...

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Bulma screeched and pummeled Vegeta's back with her fists, and although he was bare chested from removing his armor, it was if he didn't feel her attacks at all.

Worse? His opposite hand was on her ass! Petting her! As if he had a perfect right!

"Put me down your arrogant jerk!" The young woman tried to kick but was in a poor position to really do any damage and she knew it.

It did earn her poor ass a smack though, one that stung! Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs, absolutely furious beyond belief. She wouldn't have been surprised if actual steam had come out of her ears!

And here she'd been thinking that Vegeta had been behaving like a gentleman just a few moments ago! How wrong could one genius-level girl get?

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Vegeta eyed his room. It suited him perfectly. It was very sparse and held mostly training equipment. And a cot. He eyeballed his sleeping cot and it's blanket. He remembered Bulma's mother being very upset when he'd ordered the nice comfortable spare bedroom suite out of the room.

At the time he'd been thinking of training, not son-making. Vegeta gave a squeeze to the fine ass under his right hand and then grinned darkly at the responding yelp coming from his mate.

Then he looked at the cot again. This would not do. They would break that thing in under five seconds, the two of them.

"Woman? What size bed do you have?" Vegeta asked, anxious to get on with it.

Bulma apparently was ignoring him or was too worked up to respond. All he got was a knee in the ribs, but the woman had no leverage and the blow was pitiful compared to the fights he was used to having with various enemies.

"Woman?" Vegeta gave her a jostle, making her screech louder. But still no answer. Pfft. Fine. He knew basically the layout of the house and turned to head back down toward his mate's bedroom. Even if her bed was small, it had to be sturdier than his utility cot.

His mate should appreciate the effort he was going to for her comfort.

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Bulma fumed and plotted, discarding one impossible plan after another. While reducing the stupid man to a pile of ashes with a ray gun was tempting, first she wasn't sure it would even make a dent in the Saiyan warrior and second? She didn't happen to have one on her.

What did she have? His bare back. She'd tried scratching him, but it didn't even seem to distract him. Bulma looked down and for a second actually admired Vegeta's tight buns as he carried her around, but the moment he squeezed her ass again she bit down and ground her teeth.

"Think girl, think!" She murmured to herself.

Bulma had seen some of Vegeta's fighting up close, but mostly when on Namek she'd missed a lot of the action. Which was good, actually. Except she didn't know any of his weaknesses!

Light bulb. Or did she? Bulma's eyes narrowed. How had Vegeta been defeated on Earth? HIS TAIL! A definite weakness. Then she sagged, but the tail was gone. She was definitely in an unique position to verify that!

Bulma eyed the tapering of delicious muscles down into his tight uniform pants. Hmmm? Deliberately her hands moved down his back and under the band. Yes. No tail, but a healed spot where the stump had healed. Barely anything there really. Rounded skin barely marring the smooth expanse of his backside. The man could no longer turn into a giant rampaging monkey, but she wondered, was this certain spot still his weakness?

For a second she hesitated, unsure what reaction she was going to get. Then she pressed down hard on the healed area, pushing in hard with her thumbs and waited.

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Vegeta was half way to Bulma's room, actually glad that her parents where out of town for the week at some conference. Not that he cared what they saw, but he knew Bulma would probably care a lot.

Moving swiftly, eager to bed his new mate, he barely registered her hands moving low down his back. It's not like she'd not been trying to scratch or hit him ever since he'd grabbed her. Which was perfectly normal for a Saiyan female, though a woman of his species would have been able to do some actual damage. Vegeta chuckled at her vain attempts to gain his attention. Just a few more moments and she'd have his FULL attention!

Three steps from her bedroom door he had a moment of registering that her hand was near where his tail had once been. He frowned. She dug in her thumbs to that one certain place and pushed hard. Vegeta saw red.

He roared out in shock and awe as his knees actually buckled.

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Bulma screeched again, but this time in shock as the big bad warrior and Prince of all Saiyans stumbled for just a small moment.

Fear made her stiffen up, had she actually hurt him?

Vegeta caught his balance, slapped her ass hard enough to sting and kicked down her bedroom door.

Bulma yelped. "Hey! It was unlocked you jerk!"

Suddenly she found herself airborne and landing on the bed with a small bounce or two. She eyed the furious warrior standing in her bedroom, hands on his hips and feet planted widely apart. Bulma swallowed hard.

"You ARE a good choice!" He informed her roughly. "A warrior in spirit if not in body!"

Bulma paused. He wasn't furious! The damnable man was turned on! His words had sounded like he was actually proud of her and she was distraught to find that she actually smiled back at him, pleased at the words! No! No, this would not do!

"Prince Vegeta! What in the world are you thinking?" She sputtered, trying to regain her mental balance.

Taking her question at face value, the Saiyan grinned purposefully. "I'm thinking your bed looks bigger and more comfortable than mine."

Bulma gave a chirp of surprise, her hand rising up to cover her mouth as she stared at him wide-eyed. Bed? Finally everything clicked into place. She looked down at her familiar comforter and then around the bedroom where she'd lived in her whole life.

The pillows on her bed were down, and very fluffy. The bed was wide and just the right firmness for her. The comforter was girly with a floral pattern. The entire bedroom was a mixture of her past and present, full of little-girl treasures and big-girl projects. Cluttered, but clean. She desk was covered in metallic do-dads and widgets for various projects, right next to the dolls that Yamcha had won for her at a local fair.

Yamcha.

Bulma's eyes flew to her nightstand involuntarily. Several pictures of her long-time boyfriend stared back at her, smiling from happier times. She caught her breath as she turned to stare at Vegeta. He too was staring at the pictures of the young Z fighter, only ...he wasn't smiling.

Before she could even mouth the word 'no', the Saiyan was across the room as he grabbed each and every picture and was heading toward her window. Bulma scrambled after him, catching his arm as he threw the window open with the grating sound of protesting wood.

"Vegeta, don't!" Bulma yelled as the Saiyan prince threw her pictures of Yamcha out the second story window. For a second, the young woman nodded, okay ...okay, she could just go down and get them. The frames or glass might be broken, but the pictures ...

Suddenly she gave a shrill cry as energy blasts from Vegeta's fingers disintegrated the images from her past.

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The Saiyan warrior felt a sense of peace watching the image of his rival disappear forever. He'd actually like to do that to the real Yamcha, but had a sneaking suspicion that his new mate would not be pleased with that. And while he didn't mind riling her, he did want her happy and healthy enough for giving him a child.

She should be thanking him. Not tugging on his arm and screeching in his ear. Vegeta sighed, turned and picked up his new mate, sitting her on the side of the bed.

He was pleased when she finally fell silent.

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Bulma stared at the veritable stranger standing in her bedroom. Her bedroom! Acting like ...a ...she paused ...a jealous boyfriend? Everything sort of clicked into place. Suddenly she giggled. The big bad man didn't want her looking at pictures of Yamcha? The Saiyan Prince was JEALOUS!

One kiss from her and he was that far enamored of her? Wow!

Fear melted into pride and a sense of womanly power.

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Vegeta paused, watching the fear melt away from his mate's face as she gave him a lopsided smile. He grunted. Yes. This was the woman for him.

"Slow down there, buddy." She crooned at him.

The Saiyan grunted. Not likely. He was ready. She was ready. The bed was right there.

Before he could move, Bulma stood up in front of him, but he'd not moved backwards so there was little to no room. She was nearly plastered to his body. Her breasts pushed pleasurably against his bare chest. Vegeta felt his eyes go wide.

Was this the same woman who'd been kicking and screaming at him while he'd been carrying her? With a shake of his head, he realized she was still talking.

"While my kiss may have been ...tempting." She smiled. "It was not an open invitation to ..."

He tuned her back out. Vegeta shook his head and interrupted her. "Enough talking."

Bulma narrowed her eyes at him, her mouth turning into a frown.

Vegeta put both hands on the side of her head and turned her face up to his. He leaned in and when she didn't open her mouth to him, took her bottom lip gently between his teeth and tugged. He felt the blush building up in his mate's cheeks and grunted in pleasure at the small victory.

She wasn't talking now.

Her hands came up to hold onto his forearms, but she wasn't tugging at him. She wasn't trying to make him stop.

Vegeta's tongue came out to trace the line of her lips and this time her mouth opened for him. He groaned with approval and took sure advantage, sinking into the generous warmth of her mouth.

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Bulma couldn't help it! He was so damned hot! And his kisses! Melting! Burning! Not sophisticated but not tentative either. The Prince kissed arrogantly, almost roughly, but with a neediness that she could not resist.

Thoughts and protests faded from her mind as she flexed her fingers into the iron-strong muscles of his forearms, grateful he had a hold of her so that she wouldn't melt away into a puddle at his feet.

Before she'd thought about it, before she could form a protest in her own mind, Bulma felt her hands travel up the line of hot skin from his forearms to cup the balls of his shoulders. She clung there, pulling him closer.

And he obliged her. His hands fell from her head and grabbed her around the back, pulling her tightly into his body. Then one hand traveled lower, coming to rest on the soft firmness of her rear end.

Bulma gasped against his mouth as she felt him press their hips closer together, where she could feel the prominent ridge of the proof his his desire for her, pressing demandingly against her.

For a moment, she waited. Waited for him to grab, toss and pounce. He was a warrior after all. Arrogant and used to getting his way. But his kisses seemed to go on forever. It was she that made the first move toward the bed.

Tugging at him as she sat back on the mattress behind her. He grunted with obvious approval and let her lay back on the bed, her legs still hanging over the side.

In this position her torn dress gaped, giving him tantalizing looks at her lace covered breasts.

Bulma watched, amused as he turned to sit next to her on the bed, tugging on his boots. She bit her lip with amusement as he scowled and cursed under his breath when the boot didn't pop off straight away.

She sat back up, scooting to the head of the bed and watched him with eager eyes. He glanced at her and sneered. She giggled and pushed the sides of the dress off her shoulders.

Vegeta's eyes widened in appreciation and the boot suddenly flew across the room knocking over her stuffed bear, quickly followed by the second boot.

Bulma couldn't believe she was doing this! She was not someone to be considered 'easy'. She'd had one serious boyfriend in her life. One. And it felt extremely disloyal to be THIS turned on by someone else. But she loved the effect she was having on the mighty Saiyan warrior. Reveled in the heated pleasure it brought her to watch him stalk her across the bed to grab her ankle and tug her down so she was flat on her back, staring up at him.

"Hello there." She cooed at him with a smile.

She watched as he scowled down at the lacy bra she was still wearing. "It hooks in back." She said helpfully, starting to arch upwards to give him access.

Vegeta grunted, hooked one finger in the center of the bra where there was a tiny red flower. With barely any effort, he tore it completely through.

Bulma sighed, mentally saying goodbye to her bra, one of her favorites. But the thought was lost as she saw the pleased look in Vegeta's eyes as he looked down on her.

"Mine." He said gruffly, before leaning in and taking one breast deep into his mouth.

The young woman had a moment's pause as she wondered at how possessive he'd sounded. But the feeling of warning dissipated as she felt the tugging sensation of his mouth suckling her. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer as her blood heated to impossible temperatures.

Breathing was becoming less than automatic as her lungs struggled, panting as she arched her neck and pressed her chest up toward him in supplication.

By the time she caught her breath, he'd divested her of the rest of the torn dress and was hooking his fingers into the sides of her underpants.

More warning bells, but these too faded as her hips lifted to allow Vegeta to tug off the last scrap of her clothing. Suddenly, she felt exposed. Without defenses. Almost helpless.

The Saiyan Prince had let go of her breast and was staring down at her nude body. Bulma held her breath. His eyes looked up to meet hers. Admiration and lust glowed out of his dark eyed gaze and she could breathe again. "Mine." He repeated and she nodded automatically, not really agreeing with his statement though.

"You're mine." She told him breathlessly. And he was hers, for tonight anyway.

Vegeta nodded in approval and reached down to push off his uniform pants.

Bulma had a second or two without his gaze on her to wonder at all the possessive wording, but she'd seen enough movies to know men said crap like that all the time.

Only ...Vegeta never seemed to say anything he didn't mean. He was a very blunt man.

She opened her mouth to ask, only to let her lips fall slack into an 'oh' of approval as Vegeta turned back to her, nude and impressive to say the least.

Her mouth suddenly dry, Bulma licked her lips.

The warrior's body was sculpted out of conflict, training, and necessity. Wide shoulders, lean hips, a few scars here and there only lent an edge of violence and virility to him. And the root of him jutted out toward her in an impressive display that had her eyes going really wide.

How was this going to work? The physics portion of her brain shorted out as her Saiyan Prince rolled on top of her, resting between the thighs she'd just parted for him. A blush took her face and spread down to her collarbone.

Had she ever felt this eager before? She pushed the thought away as unworthy of her.

Vegeta stared down at her like she was a prize that he'd somehow won. Bone deep possession stared down at her, but all thoughts of protest disappeared from her mind as he leaned over her.

"Your neck." The words were a grumble so rough she barely understood. And apparently she didn't move fast enough for him.

His head came down and nuzzled it's way between her shoulder and neck, right over her pulse. All of this was happening even as he positioned himself down below.

What was it with her neck? Bulma wondered just before he set his teeth back into the sensitive skin there, right at the same time as he surged inside her, right to the very core of her being. Vegeta took her and Bulma's eyes closed as she moaned, pushing up into him as he drove down deep to very impressive depths.

She screamed as he moaned. His hands roamed over her, but his teeth stayed in her neck as his hips began an ages old rhythm that drove her to the brink of insanity. Powerful thrusts pushed against her as she wrapped her legs and arms around the Saiyan Prince.

Her fingernails dug into the skin of his back as he rode her.

Bulma felt the edge of release chasing her as she spiraled to depths of pleasure she hadn't known existed. Shudders overtook her as her body nearly exploded. She screamed as she came, clawing at Vegeta's back, pushing her hips up at him demandingly.

But the Saiyan Prince kept on, never stopping. Bulma was unaware of herself for a few moments, but when she was finally able to think again, she moaned. He was still going! Powerful thrusts made her moan and cry out. Seemed Vegeta had a lot of staying power! Bulma smiled weakly, though she felt spent.

Wanting him with her, she pushed up against him with her hips some more, squeezing her internal muscles around his invading flesh. She was rewarded for her efforts with several groans, and Vegeta's rhythm grew faster and more ragged.

After a few more strokes, Bulma was amazed to find that she had more in her after all! Pleasure began to build up again and her own breathing was becoming a panting as she clung to her Saiyan lover.

Her hands roamed his back and down lower. Fingers traced the small mound of raised flesh where his tail had been. But instead of digging her thumbs down into him to cause pain, she caressed.

Vegeta stilled for a second, then thrust even harder, making Bulma moan with pleasure. She could tell his breathing was becoming ragged and sensed he was close.

Raising her knees made Bulma gasp herself, he was going so deep! She squeezed internally at the same time she pressed slightly on the place low on his back.

Vegeta's teeth left her neck as he threw back his head and roared in victory. Bulma felt him spasm inside her and it was enough to send her over the edge for the second time herself.

Long moments later, sweaty and replete, the two collapsed together in a boneless pile upon her bed.

Bulma sighed happily, not even able to open her eyes at the moment. And to think, all she'd wanted to know is if Vegeta was a good kisser! She nearly laughed, except that would have taken more energy than she currently possessed.

She felt Vegeta turn and look at her, one of his strong hands moving to rest on her chest, just below one breast. His fingers spread out as he touched her, rubbing the soft skin over her belly.

Bulma smiled, loving that he needed to touch her. It was a small thing, but very telling. He really was enamored with her. And she never would have guessed! Her pride made her smile. All the women in the galaxy and this Saiyan Prince was in HER bedroom. Holding her. It was a heady thought.

"What are you thinking?" Bulma asked. She waited for the inevitable compliment. Something about her skill as a lover, her body, or something. She smiled, waiting.

Vegeta didn't even hesitate as he answered truthfully, his fingers touching her belly. "I don't know much about Earth women. How long before you can tell if you're pregnant with my son?"

Bulma's eyes went wide with shock.

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Well? LOL. Hope you enjoyed!