The afternoon sun glares menacingly through the glass panel of the balcony, burning into the skin of Bulma Briefs. The heat was disturbing her slumber and caused her to open her eyes in mild annoyance. Blinking several times to adapt to broad daylight, she groaned as she pulls her body halfway off the bed. Rubbing the sleep off her eyes, she drags her mouth to release a soundly yawn.

A sudden breeze in the hot air blew into the room, causing her to shiver and squirm from her lack of clothing and nakedness.

'Naked?!'

Bulma's eyes widened as she looked down at her body, completely exposed. She frantically grabbed the nearby blanket and wrapped it around herself. Pushing herself off the slush mattress, she scampered across the room but stopped in the middle as she took in her surroundings. A sudden realisation hits her on the head that she has forgotten she is in Vegeta's room.

Continuing her steps towards her bedroom, she slaps a hand to her forehead and stopped again, mentally cursing herself for not returning to her room last night right after the shower. Abandoning all thoughts, she decided to romp into her room before she starts considering the events that happened the night prior.

Entering her room, she slammed the door shut behind her and ran to retrieve her medical kit. She was still sore with wounds and bruises on her body and cuts at her private from last night's unfortunate events and was eager to diminish all traces of Yamcha for ever having the gall to touch her that way. After applying a specialised medicated cream that heals wonders fast, she jumped into bed, belly down. She grabs her slushy pillow into her arms to rest her head and last night's events came flowing into her mind like a rapid river. She couldn't really recall how she ended up on Vegeta's bed, much less why she had stayed the night.

'Did he sleep through the night with me?' she brought her head up from the pillow as the question popped into her head. Turning over with a sigh, she stared blankly into the ceiling above her. She knew that Yamcha had done a horrible thing to her and that Vegeta came sometime after that and had brought her to his room and she had allowed him to carry her to his bed. Probably of the sudden display of kindness that he showed last night has given her a peace of mind portraying that he must have at least cared some for her. That was why she must have stayed.

"Yeah, that must be it,"

It would've been nice if he had lain down beside her to begin with. Things would've been different now. She remembers how he had soothed her into sleeping and even though he told her to sleep which probably was more of a command than a consolation, he still managed to make her fall into a deep slumber.

And Yamcha. Slamming the pillow on her head which she was holding on to, tears started to form behind her eyes. How he had humiliated her, used her mercilessly, and defiled her in the most horrific way. She was his girlfriend for God's sake. How could he have done such a thing to her? Did he not love her? Silently sniffling into the pillow, she bit onto the material and scream as loud as she can into it, finally letting out all her frustrations and anger along with her restrained tears. She had loved Yamcha, she had been there for him and gave him everything he could ever wanted. He wanted an apartment and she paid most of it for him, he wanted to be in the baseball league and with a snap of her fingers, she got him into the best team on the continent, all those with what money is able to buy, she has given him. All that but herself. They had some wonderful intimate times before and those sweet, caring whispers that they had always exchanged, so doesn't that meant something to him? And yet he strays from their relationship and all she ever did was forgive him time after time after time.

She felt really stupid and foolish and it was then she told herself – no more. No more chances. She can't possibly forgive him another time, and what had he said before he's decided to rape her? That the reason why he had done the things he did, was all because of her? Was it true that she was already smitten with the likes of the proud Prince of all assholes from the time he resided with her and didn't know it, thus, causing Yamcha to feel insecure about their new profound relationship? Shaking her head in disbelief, she told herself that she would never want to have anything to do with Yamcha anymore and this will be the last time she will ever forgive him by not going to the authorities, but she will kick him in the crotch should he come near her again. Letting out a sigh, she turned her head to the side.

Looking at the empty spot on the bed beside her, she sighs again as she ran the back of her hand on the smooth surface slowly, hoping that it should've been occupied by none other than Vegeta. She's really got it bad for the Saiyan Prince. 'I wonder where he is right now.'

Sitting up with a frown on her face, she pushed herself off the bed and headed to the shower. She's really got to get that alien out of her hair. She was stupid enough to even think that Vegeta would even want to look at her.

'I'll only be a good fuck to him. Nothing more.'

With a sad frown on her face, she got into the shower and turned it on without bothering to adjust to hot water. Since it is such a warm day out, she wouldn't mind letting the freezing ice cold water run down her already naked body.

Closing her eyes, she slowly lathered her body with her expensive scented shower gel. Starting from her neck, she slides her hands down to her breasts slowly, massaging the sensitive orbs in a slow tantalising, sensual manner. Parting her lips she leans back onto the wet walls and slowly trails her fingers lower to her abdomen as her mind started to sway further away from her current task, only to cluster it with images of Vegeta being in there with her.

It is when Vegeta would slide open the glass door and step into the shower with her. She imagined the arrogant man standing before her, placing both of his hands on the wall each beside her head as he stares down into her eyes with electrifying intensity. His gaze slowly slides down to her lips and back up to her eyes while his hands left the wall to trace down the sides of her arms and down to her waist. Sliding his hands around, he pushed her body up to his, causing her breasts to press against his hard chiselled chest.

Kissing her temples, Vegeta grabs onto her butt and hoisted her up to let her legs wind around his waist. Tracing those kisses slowly down to her jaw, his hand slid in between them down to her cleft, letting his fingers search for her nub.

She let out a shallow moan as his fingers press against the sensitive flesh. Leaning down to her, he captures her lips in a deep passionate kiss. Pushing his tongue deep into her throat, he presses his body to hers to support her while the other hand slides to the underside of her breast.

Releasing her mouth he trails his lips down to her collarbone, licking and kissing on her wet skin, sucking each and every droplet of water that flows down. Going lower, he captures one hard nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it roughly, causing Bulma to moan rapidly.

Without a warning, he slips two fingers into her core and sends her high into electrifying pleasure. She screamed in ecstasy as her half lids eyes pierced into his ebony orbs. Her lips parted, moaning to the pleasure that she was receiving.

"No.. Vegeta, stop... Stop it,"

But he wouldn't stop. Her fantasy felt so real, it was as if the real prince were pleasuring her, giving her exactly what she wants, how she wants it. Even outside of the fantasy, she could hear every breath that she takes, every moan that she lets out and feel every sensation that her own fingers are giving her, and it was enough to tell her how great the impact of having Vegeta to actually touch her for real is on her.

Her climax was reaching to its pinnacle as Vegeta continues his rough ministrations. She screamed one more time just as she was about to come and—CRASH!!

Her head snapped up to the direction of the sound, eyes wide with shock. Her breathing was still ragged. She quickly straightened herself up and finish off with her shower. Turning off the shower head, she slides the glass door slowly and peeked outside. At first she had thought that someone has probably entered her room, and if they did, they probably had heard her.

With that assumption in her head, she blushed a crimson red as her heart rate started to rise. She stepped out from the shower and grabbed the first towel she sees to cover her body. Well, if anyone is indeed in her room, they're not getting an eyeful. Turning around to face the door, she quietly crept out of the bathroom. Slightly frightened by the idea of somebody else in her private quarters is unnerving our little blue haired scientist to no end. She cannot believe that she has to watch out for her steps in her own house, in her own damn room, too!

Standing in the middle of her room, she looked around cautiously, searching for the fallen objects that came with the loud 'crash'. Her eyes fell to her vanity and a scowl, pretty much the exact imprinted scowl as our prince, was plastered on her face as she glared at the culprit.

"Kitty! What the fuck?!" She stormed towards her father's precious pet, who was occupying the now empty space on her vanity to claim as its own. Most of her expensive perfumes, cosmetics and jewelries were now scattered and some were even broken on the floor. Snuggled comfortably at the edge of the mirror, the oblivious kitten meowed in surprise and excitement to see its temporary master.

Grabbing the cat at the waist, Bulma carried the damned creature to the door. She had opted to just throw the stupid feline out from the balcony, but thought against it with a frown on her face. She wouldn't do such a thing. It's just not in her nature. If it was Vegeta, he'd definitely blast the poor little guy into oblivion for interrupting him in the middle of...

She blushed again as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She cannot believe that she had shamelessly imagined Vegeta in that way just after what happened. 'What will he think of me if he knew?'

*Oh, he knows a lot more than you do, our little blue haired beauty.* Well, she did try to get his attention time and time again, hoping that he would get the idea and approach her. Now that things have changed overnight, she wasn't really sure if she really wanted Vegeta that way anymore. Last night Vegeta had shown her a side of him that probably no one else in this universe knew about, but what did it mean? Did he really care about her, or was it all out of pity? Either one, she knows that her feelings toward the prince have changed drastically. She does not only want to taste him now, she wants all of him, and damn it to hell she will never let him go once he's hers. But will he want her? Will he even... love her?

With a sad sigh she opens the door to release the cat. Turning back to the room she prepared to get dressed. She chose a striking red halter top which the hem reaches at her mid thigh, complete with a brown leather belt around her slim waist. She wore a midnight black skirt that falls above her knees to compliment the striking red. With the final touch, she wore a black knee-high boots to compliment her height and long legs.

Leaving her hair flowing free behind her, she turned to head for the kitchen to find some food. In order to reach the kitchen, she would have to pass by the living room. Which she grimace at the thought of it. Having no choice but to go through the horror once again, she lets her head down as she strolls along the side of the couch, but to her surprise, everything was in order just the way it was before it happened.

Stopping in the middle of the room, she cocked her head to the side and wondered who has arranged everything in place. The broken lamps were missing, the carpets were nicely folded back on the floor, and the coffee table was neatly arranged as before. It could have fooled her that nothing actually took place last night, except for the blasted glass that was placed on the coffee table which she used to drug Yamcha, and the blood stains on the couch.

Shaking her head in confusion, she headed to the kitchen to fix herself some food. She was dead starving as she remembered that she had missed dinner last night and breakfast this morning. Before she could even bring out the ingredients for her uncooked meal, her phone rang and it caused her to yelp out loud.

Swallowing a gulp as she stared at the screen name, a sudden attack of bile threatened to escape from her throat. It was Goku.

After letting it ring a couple of more times, she finally decided to answer the phone.

"... Hello?"

"Hello! Bulma?!"

"Yes, Goku?"

"Erm... Bulma, where are you?"

"I'm at home... why do you ask?"

"Yamcha's been admitted to the hospital and... well, you're not here..."

"I-I didn't know... " her eyes widened when she heard that her ex-boyfriend's in the hospital. Walking towards the kitchen window and looking out over to the lawn which the GR was occupying, she wondered if it has anything to do with Vegeta.

"Wait, what was it Goku?"

"... I said, will you be coming over?"

"Erm... I uh..." unable to decide if she should go over to see Yamcha after what happened, she started to panic as she tries to find a suitable excuse to brush the issue of.

"I can't, Goku. I can't make it, I'm sorry,"

"... Is everything alright, Bulma? You can tell me."

"Everything's fine, don't worry!"

"He's in a coma, B. Perhaps you should consider coming to visit," Goku said with a hint of disappointment. Even though he knew that Yamcha should be out of the way of Bulma and Vegeta getting together for the sake of the future, he still thinks that it wasn't right to disregard Yamcha entirely that way.

After a long silence between the two life-long friends, Bulma finally agreed to show up after lunch. She was in a daze, trapped in her own thoughts throughout her entire meal. She didn't even notice that the GR was shut down and that Vegeta has entered the kitchen and is now standing across from her with crossed arms.

Feeling a presence in the room, she brought her head up from her food and stare at the man in front of her. There was no exchanging of words between them as they continued their staring competition for a good fifteen minutes. Being the one that couldn't take the silence any longer, Bulma opened her mouth to say something but was cut short when Vegeta suddenly turned to exit the room.

The staring battle wasn't something new between the two, but it was different. Bulma thought that she saw something flickered and flashed in his eyes, yet his face betrays nothing, but she couldn't bring herself to conclude what those expressions were. Getting up to empty her plate before throwing them into the sink, she prepared herself mentally before leaving to the hospital. She would need to find out more about Vegeta once she gets home, so she'll get a peace of mind, should Vegeta may never love her.