Oh, he knows where she had been. With that suck up son of a bitch, of course. But because he had suddenly developed this sense that she is his woman, she has to tell him her whereabouts. Slightly unreasonable though, despite the fact that he couldn't really be bothered much with her daily activities. With a smirk, he added, only to rile her up, "How's your pathetic, weak mate?"

Widening her eyes to his words, she cannot believe that he has the nerve to actually say that. If it wasn't because of him, she wouldn't have ended up feeling bad about Yamcha being hospitalized. So she stormed up to him and poked him in his chest with her finger.

"You have some nerve, Vegeta!" she hissed at his name, each word spilt was filled with thick venom.

"Do you even know what the hell you actually put me through?" she poked some more. "Did you do it, Vegeta?!"

Vegeta only raised a brow at her sudden outburst. It seems like she knew what had happened, but that doesn't prove that he did it. He smirked at her as he made her think that she was delusional to think that way. After all, it wasn't like she knew the truth.

He turned on his heel but stopped with his back now facing her. He turns his head to the side and gave her an evil smirk, "Perhaps. Perhaps not – depending on what you're talking about." He said with a chuckled and strolled towards the kitchen.

He was eager to get to his training, but at the same time he would want to know what Bulma went through since the last time he saw her, but also at the same time he wanted to get away from her.

"You know you can't do this, Vegeta! It's not right to hurt Yamcha that way, even if he was the one who hurt me first!"

Still, there was no answer from the arrogant man who is currently waltzing away in all his glory. It was as if he doesn't give two hoots about hurting the human weakling or not. At the end of day, he got a kick out of beating the shit out of him, and that was enough to satisfy his blood hunger ever since he resided in a fucking mud-ball of a planet that does not kill for any apparent reason. Just like her, too many things to have a reason to it. He can't do this, he can't do that, he shouldn't do this, he shouldn't do that. There was just too much restriction for his own good, and that was as much as he can take.

"You are an animal," she seethed through her teeth. Her voice was dead calm as she glared daggers at the back of the retreating Saiyan's head. She was angry with Yamcha, with Vegeta but more so with herself.

Vegeta stopped walking when he heard her statement. He didn't felt half insulted at all, in fact he's quite amused. Turning around once again to look at the small raging frame that is Bulma, he let out a half manic laugh.

"Whoever said that I am not an animal? What you humans called us, monkeys?" he laughed harder.

"You're worse than a monkey, Vegeta. You're a lowlife fucking senseless beast! You do not have any sense at all! Why can't you be like everyone else?! Why are you always doing the things that people hate the most?! Why do you make people hate you?! Why do you always carry yourself around with your honourless murderous nature?!"

That did it. She shouldn't have called him honourless because if Vegeta is anything, he's definitely been deprived in that department. Throughout his entire life, he was not given the chance to redeem his honour. He had been stripped of his title, his family, his life, his people, been insulted all his life, been looked down upon, been mercilessly enslaved and all he has left in his name, is his pride. Before she knew it, Vegeta's hand caught her arm and twisted it behind her in a flash, while the other held her loosely but firmly by the neck. He lowered his head next to her ears and hissed harshly.

"Watch who you're speaking to, you fucking wench. I can kill you now if I deem so,"

"Don't threaten me, Vegeta. I am not afraid of you!"

"Oh, no. You should fear me," he retorted as he tightens his hold on her arm, twisting it further back.

It caused Bulma to scream in pain and only then she realised that Vegeta might go through with his threat and she wouldn't be able to live through the hour. So what was she to do now? She can't die. She can't even afford her arm to be snapped off. She's got too much to live for and much to live yet!

"Vegeta, you're hurting me--"

Vegeta was now blinded with rage. He cannot believe that the small creature which he thought he had taken a liking to had just insulted his race, which he initially does not bother much. But a slap at his face by insulting him in his name has sucked out all sanity out of him. In a swift reflex, he spun Bulma around, he slams the back of her body to his chest, capturing her and holding her in place like how Yamcha had before he raped her.

"What do you know about hurt?!" he screamed.

Bulma's eyes widened in terror, for that moment she thought she was reliving her nightmares once again, and this time there will be no Vegeta to bring her away from it all because the man behind her is Vegeta himself.

"Is hurt painful?!" his hand grabbed onto her throat and tightens it while the other moved up to cup her breast, squeezing it super hard until she wails in pain. Her tears were now flowing freely from the pain and also from the thought of being man-handled this way once again. On top of it, it's Vegeta who is doing it. He was frightening her and she admitted to herself that she really feared him at this point of the moment.

Releasing her breast, Vegeta spin her around again, this time facing him. He pushed her until her back hits the couch as he leans down onto her until her torso was bent backwards. Their noses were less than an inch away and her breath was getting heavier by the second. Looking up at him with wide eyes, she pleaded at him silently to let her go but to her astonishment, Vegeta crushed his lips to hers and devoured her in an electrifying kiss. Her eyes went wider as she was completely shocked by his sudden action, thus causing her own limbs to freeze.

Vegeta was so lost in the kiss he was momentarily numb as he finally tastes the one thing that he has been fawning, lusting, craving over for the past several months. Feeling that she wasn't responding he glides his hands up to her throat and pressed on it gently until she finally opens her mouth.

Once her mouth was agape, he pushed his tongue deep into her throat, caressing her tongue with soft sensual twists. Lowering the hand that was on her neck, he traces it down to her breast, the same one which he squeezed earlier only this time it was soft and gentle as he massages it in slow tantalizing circular motions.

Moving his hand lower, he slides underneath her top, pulling it halfway up along with it. He smirked when he found out that she wasn't wearing any bra. His fingers found her hardened nipple and with a twist of his fingers, he pinched it hard causing Bulma to release the moan that she has been restraining.

His senses shot up to his brain he thought he was in heaven and fell back down only to fly back up again. He wasn't going to stop until he has fully tasted each and every fiber of her being. God, he wanted her. He wanted to know how it feels like to be inside of her, how tight she would be and how high the level of ecstasy he can bring her to. He wanted to make her scream his name as he pounds in and out of her beneath him. He traces his kisses down to her neck, licking and sucking her salty skin. She wasn't resisting his touches, in fact she welcomes them and he wasn't going to stop - until he heard her moan pleasurably the second time.

Snapping his head up, eyes wide, he looked down at the lustful face beneath him. Her head was slightly tossed back as her eyes were closed and her mouth was parted. Her hair was covering part of her face and it flows down to cover the other half of her breast. It made her looked like an exotic sinful angel. Taking a deep breath he tried to control his ragged breathing as soundless as possible as he moved his head to rest at her shoulders. He heard Bulma whimpered from the lost of contact but he wasn't going to yield in to his cravings – not just yet.

He had to teach the little tramp a lesson and show her who's in charge of whose life. He needed to show her that she should fear him but at the same time worship him. Bringing his lips closer to her ears and with a smirk, he whispers seductively.

"... Or is it pleasurable?"