It was almost three weeks that I had been travelling in space, wide awake. At least this time, I was able to move around and do what I normally do best; train to be the best. It wasn't enough that Oika would constantly try to stand in between my training and I to help her to contact her home planet, but each time when I tried to help, the communicating device would annoyingly beep non-stop. I'd ignore it completely because it was most probably the woman trying to reach me.

They were definitely, completely two different people. Hell, they're from two different worlds, literally. Oika was from a race called the Nephils from the Planet Nephalon. From what I gathered they were a peaceful and gentle species, but horribly dangerous when angered because they are a race of mystique powers. I had asked Oika why she didn't fend for herself using her known powers when she was captured and her reply was that her people are only able to obtain the power through practices of a certain level. She never got the chance to start.

Once again, I scoffed at the irony of it. While Bulma and Oika resembled each other in certain perspectives, they were a complete opposite in strength and culture. Bulma, who is an earthling and is one who knew nothing about energy control, fly or magic, hell she doesn't even know how to cook a decent meal. On the other hand, her will power and determination is unbeatable and she is an intelligent being. In other words, she's weak but strong, stupid but brilliant, fiery but gentle, fragile but unbreakable. A balance trait.

Perhaps that was the main reason as to why I was painfully attracted to her. She gave me a sense of equity and balance. When I am around her, I felt somehow or rather at peace. And that made me angry. I can't let a female control my emotions or actions that way. I am a warrior, the strongest of its kind and no mere weak human earthling is going to manipulate my very being.

I remember after a long vigorous training on the upper deck, I had finally decided to retire to bed. I was overly exhausted, I felt like my limbs and bones were going to snap. I stumbled down the staircase and into the shower. It didn't take long for me to finish up as I emerged from the bathroom and staggered towards the bed. Thoughts of Bulma had made me really exhausted more than usual.

I totally forgot the existence of Oika as I lay down on the bed, preparing to rest until I felt something jerked up from beneath. I thought I had crushed her as I a sudden remembrance of her flashed in my mind. She was not a dream, unfortunately.

I resumed sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling rather uncomfortable as she scooted to the other side of the mattress, giving me space to sleep… next to her. I frowned as I glared at her from the side but shook my head in exasperation as a no.

Well, she was persistent in trying to make me feel comfortable because she must have felt that she was an unwanted burden to me thus, tried to make the best out of the situation. She shifted behind me and carefully, placed both of her hands on my shoulders. I tensed when she started to massage them in a slow circular motion. I could feel the tension slowly seeping away as my limbs and muscles started to relax but it was still uncomfortable and awkward nonetheless.

I closed my eyes as I imagined it was Bulma touching me. As her hand slides down to my chest, I grabbed it and squeezed it gently, playing the insides of her palm with my thumb. Slowly I pulled her to the front and seated her on my lap.

When I opened my eyes, all I see was Bulma. Behind my mind, I know that this is not her, but a stranger who looked like her. But I am a man, and I have urges, I have needs. I know that if I take this female, I am no better than Dorian, or the mob in the town or that blasted Yamchuck. I will be a bastard, just like them. On the other hand, whoever said I was an angel?

Without a second thought, I crushed my mouth to hers and pushed her down onto the mattress. Kissing her roughly on the lips, I could taste a tinge of blood flowing from the insides of her mouth as I pushed my tongue deeper into the depths of her mouth, grazing the sides of it with my teeth, thus causing them to bleed.

It didn't help much as the blood only excited me more to go further. I shifted in between her legs and she gladly opened them for me. Supporting my body with one hand, the other slid underneath her shirt, reaching for her breast. Feeling that her top was interrupting, in a swift movement I tore it away and threw it over my head.

By now, my member was throbbing hard it was painful and I could hear her breathing got rougher as I captured one of her hardened nipple with my mouth. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into the air as I licked, sucked and grazed it with my teeth while both my hands traced at her sides from her hips up to the undersides of her breasts, squeezing them in the process.

I brought my head up to look at her as I squeezed both her orbs again and she released a silent moan. Her head was tossed behind as she arched her back again and I kissed her collarbone and slowly to her exposed neck.

I took a deep breath, and that was when I stopped moving. I closed my eyes as I ceased my ministrations. I breathed in one more time and this time, I looked away.

She is not Bulma.

I frowned while I pulled myself up from Oika and felt a tinge of regret for touching her. I realized that Bulma's scent was imprinted deeply in my soul and because of that, I can never touch another woman again the same way as I would want to touch Bulma. When I had inhaled Oika's scent, it was nothing like the fresh flowered fragrant that Bulma always emanated and the best part was that she was all natural. Oika smelt more musky and heavy in natural odor and I guessed she probably smelled just fine, but my system could never accept the difference. I had to face it. Bulma will be the only one who is able to bring me to the heights of everything.

I shifted away from Oika and once again I saw the dejected expression on her face as she pulled the blanket to her chest to cover herself. I looked at her with a firm expression, hoping that she could understand why I couldn't go further with her, but of course, how would she know that it isn't her that I want, but someone else who looked like her.

"That was… uncalled for," it was the only way I know how to apologize. On the other hand, why am I even apologizing? Back in the days, I could just take any female that was to my liking whether they want to or not and I didn't feel a thing when I dumped them outside of my quarters, with or without clothes on when I was done with them.

The only difference was that those women were pleasure slaves. The lowest of the lowest and I am a prince, thus they do not deserve any acknowledgement or sympathy from me. This, female, I came to know her as a person running away from her unfortunate life. Not as a prostitute. So, I can't take her as when I liked to. On the other hand, I thought once I have tasted another woman, Bulma will be out of my system. But it seemed the need I have for the despicable earthling was much stronger than I want it to be.

"Get out," I quietly demanded Oika. I needed to be alone.

I guess she was afraid of me now, or perhaps she felt awkward too, as she quietly gathered herself to the upper deck and hopefully, she'll be able to find the clothes I left on the floor.

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In another eight and a half hours, I will be arriving earth which meant that I am getting closer to the woman. I didn't know how long I had sat moping in the lower deck but for the past thirty minutes or so, the communicating device hadn't stopped its annoying beeping.

Getting rather irritated with the noise, I cursed Oika for being mute because she wasn't able to answer whoever the fuck it was on the other side. Probably it was the old man or the woman. Pushing myself off the mattress, I stormed to the upper deck and headed straight to the communicating device. I lifted my palm to face the damned thing, ready to shut it up with an attack while the other hand pushed Oika to the side.

As I was forming a small energy ball, Oika grabbed my hand and tried to push it away while she shook her head frantically, silently telling me not to be too hasty. I glared daggers at her as the beeping continued. Without any warning, Oika turned around and clicked onto the green button to receive the call.

"… stupid, dumb shit bastard! Doesn't he know it isn't courteous to NOT answer people when they are calling? How dumb can he—"

"You called me from a million light years away just to curse at me, woman?"

I was angry because even by a million miles away, she was still insufferable. Hmph! How predictable. I bet she felt all sorry for herself and will try to beg me for forgiveness. I frowned harder as the woman didn't reply me.

"Speak, Woman! I have more important things to do than waste my time answering your annoying calls."

"Vegeta, are you coming back?!"

Coming back?! She obviously doesn't know that I am or she wouldn't be asking. That sly old man didn't tell her a single thing. I had to hand it to the old man for he had not only kept this a secret from her, but has also caused me unnecessary problems like for instance, the nagging that I would be getting right about...

"What's it to you?!"

Now.

"God, Vegeta can you be anymore naive than this?! There's not enough fuel for you to go around venturing in space, you have to come back!!"

How dare she tell me what to do?! By now, I was fuming. I was angry beyond repair because this particular woman has the gall to actually think she can order me around every single time she opens her damn mouth!!

"Vegeta?! Are you there?"

"Shut up, woman! Do you think that I am that stupid and not check the fuel tank? You idiotic humans only left that much fuel in the tank and don't think that I will appreciate that you had called this far to tell me just that!!"

"I-I..."

"And don't think I've forgotten that you were the one who told me to leave and now you tell me that I have to come back?! Well, tough luck because I don't have to!! Stopping at the next planet is even under consideration now than to look at your face!!"

That's right. I told her off. She deserved it all, in fact. If she thinks that I would let her do whatever the hell she deems is right for me, she's got a thing or two coming her way. I am the Prince of Saiyans and I will not let a mere puny earthling wrap me around her little fingers! If she asks for my forgiveness, I will not give it to her, unless she is able to offer me something that no one else in this world can then I might think about it.

"... Vegeta, I'm sor—"

"Save it, Bulma!"

And then I released the attack I was holding onto the entire time and sliced it through the machine, causing it to burst into flames. Oika was really frightened as she backed up all the way to the end of the room. I turned to look at her once and stormed to the lower deck with my hand clenched at the sides while cursing in multiple languages.