Author's Note: I'm sorry for the lack of updates! For the past several weeks I've been so busy with work and my uncle just passed away like two week back. A lot of things were on my mind and I have tried writing this chapter for like 2 to 3 times. I hope this is good. ^_^

The earth stood still, the wind stopped blowing, causing the ruffles of the leaves in the trees cease. The only things that Vegeta hears are the sounds of the crickets chirping endlessly as they scattered in the lawn and the loud and deep thumping of their hearts. He narrowed down his eyes, being rather skeptical or amused with her last statement.

"Heh," he scoffed, freaking out a little bit. "Don't make me laugh, woman."

"What—I mean, it's true!"

"Why would you want a prince in the first place?"

"Alright, fine, it was a stupid wish but what the hell, I was only sixteen! Every young girl is entitled to have a prince of their own even if it's just a wish." Bulma huffed and pouted, slamming her fists on her knees and looked away. Vegeta felt rather annoyed as she looked like a little girl who's no younger than a spoiled five year old brat stomping away when she couldn't get her candy. Same thing now, just at a different age and with different wants.

Vegeta smirked as he was amused by her childishness, naivety and stupidity. Inside, he was laughing at her, mocking at her every existence and her intelligence but at the same time, he felt… something else. Perhaps it was a feeling something close to being flattered with the fact that she wished for a prince, and for a fact that he is one, even though he's of a different race from galaxies away.

He shook his head in disbelief and looked away. She couldn't actually mean that the prince she wished for was him. It's ridiculous, or so Vegeta thought. When he turned to look back at her, he noticed that she was looking at him with an expression which changed from one of hurt to one that is dead serious. He was taken aback when she continued to stare at him with those piercing cold blue eyes.

"Vegeta," she whispered his name.

'What brought on the sudden change?' He thought as he took in a deep breath and held it while waiting for her next words. His heart raced as it beat faster by the seconds until she's decided to finish her sentence, while in his mind he was already planning his escape. Just then, a sudden feeling of longing and want swept through his veins. He can't continue running like this. Not when opportunity was staring at him in the face.

[I saw it in her eyes. To her, I am no more than a rival. The only way she can have a peace of mind with me is that you would have to make the first move with her. To show her that she is the one that you want, unless... she is not the one who you want after all.]

The words of Oika flashed through his mind. What she pointed out was right, but is Bulma the one that he wants? His brows furrowed as that question popped in his mind. There will only be one way to find that out and the answer is now sitting in front of you, staring into your soul. That, is the opportunity.

'No. No more bailing,' he thought firmly. They would have come to this point of confession sooner or later, it might as well be tonight. If he wanted Bulma, he has to put down his guard and actually be there to make it happen. Be the first to make the move, or not.

It didn't matter to him anymore when he leaned in next to her ear and whispered huskily, while one of his hands slid to her waist. Bulma tensed as he closed up the distance between them.

"Tell me," he breathed into her ear, causing Bulma to close her eyes as chills ran down her spine when Vegeta's words crawls onto her skin.

"What kind of a prince did you had in mind when you wanted to make that wish?"

"W-well…," she stuttered. "Prince Charming, of course," she opened her eyes as she whispered back into his ears.

"Too bad," he smirked; knowing full well that one of their infamous mind games was taking place. May the best alien wins, was what they always say.

"I'm the only prince around here," he taunted as his fingers traces the curves of her body, slowly rising higher to the underside of her breast. "I'm ruthless, insane and uncouth. A murderer of billions and I kill just for the fun of it," he described himself as he grazed her earlobes gently with his teeth. "The women I've had for the most nights, all ended up dead at my doorstep after I was done with them. Every one feared me just by hearing my footsteps as they cower before my merciless hands."

"Sounds dangerous," she said with a playful smile as she turned to look into his eyes. Alright, that totally backfired, Vegeta thought. He was hoping that he could make her shiver at the thought of him being evil and bad but, a smile? He raised a brow as he stared at her in disbelief and confusion.

"I've always thought Prince Charming was getting a tad too sissy for my liking," she whispered playfully while a sly smirk plays on her lips.

'Is this woman for real?' he frowned as his eyes narrowed.

"And you are no Prince Charming." She continued as she shifts even closer to him, if that was possible, while Vegeta wound his arm tighter around her waist.

"Did I tell you that danger," one hand now on his chest. "…always turns me on?" she looked at him with half lid lustful eyes as she climbs over to his lap, straddling him. Now his other hand joined the first as they slid to her waist, slowly tracing down beneath her shorts simultaneously and squeezed her buttocks gently while his thumbs traces the line of her laced panties.

"And you, almighty Prince Vegeta, is a merciless soul," said Bulma, emphasizing every word as she placed both her hands on his shoulders, staring into his eyes. Placing her forehead against his, she closed her eyes and let out a deep emotional sigh. She never thought that she was actually doing this, being the person that was trying to seduce the devil to succumb to her sinful desires. She had never imagined herself acting like a shameless temptress for the sake of getting what she wants, what she craves and what she needs - the Saiyan Prince. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. Their eyes met as she sets him paralyzed in her gaze.

"Vegeta," she whispered. "Do--" she turned her head slightly to the side, her eyes darting aimlessly beside them. What does she say to him? God, she knows she wants him, but does he want her? Would he reject her? So many questions, so little answers and the only way to get these answers is to ask the impossible man in front of her.

Vegeta brought a hand to her face, startling her as he gently pushes her back to face him. Raising a brow, he silently urged her to ask him whatever she had in mind, though he already had an idea of what it is.

Giving a little frown and staring bluntly at him in the eyes, she felt a sudden boost of confidence and finally gathered the courage to ask him the question which has been bothering her to no end for a very long time.

"Do you like me, Vegeta?"

Vegeta held his breath as those words rolled out from her tongue, capturing him in a paralyzed motion. He stared into her eyes, his expression - nameless. The freezing of time and the shortage of breath was unnerving Vegeta greatly.

'Do I like her? Well, she annoys me so much most of the time I'd like to kill her, but…'

No, there were too many questions. Having couldn't keep it in anymore he leaned closer to her very slowly and carefully without breaking eye contact as he brushed his lips gently on hers.

Bulma closes her eyes as he leaned in on her and felt the brush of his soft moist lips. As she began to respond to his featherlike kisses, she slides out her tongue very slowly and wound her hands around his neck and pulled him towards her. Vegeta deepened the kiss and pulled her closer by the waist, causing their crotches to collide and brush against each other by the hips.

"Oh, God, I'm always a sucker for danger." Said Bulma breathlessly as Vegeta began to trace the kisses down to her jaw and to her neck, licking and sucking her salty skin. Bulma to toss her upper body backwards, exposing her entire neck and chest to him as she lock her fingers together behind his head for support. Vegeta's hands slid underneath her top, gliding higher and slowly to the buckle of her bra.

"I like you at the sucker part." Smirked Vegeta as he looked at her with eyes filled with lust, his arousal plainly obvious as it presses painfully at Bulma's groin.

"Oh, do you?" teased Bulma. Vegeta seemed to be having some difficulties searching for her bra opening as he couldn't find it. Grunting in impatience, he looked at her, silently telling her that something better be done about it or else.

"Patience, my prince," Bulma said as she pushes Vegeta's hands away, took off her top and threw it behind her shoulders. Exposing her bra and chest to him, she slowly traced her forefinger from her collar bone and down to the middle of her chest, indicating that her buckle was in the front instead of the back.

"Seek… and you shall find," pouting a little, she gave a little hurt face, teasing the prince further. Vegeta growled at her mocking, totally disliking the change of roles. He muttered under his breath, complaining about stupid earth under garments.

Without thinking twice, Vegeta grabbed hold of the bra from the middle and tore it off from her body. He discarded the thing to some god forsaken corner as if it was nothing but trash.

"Vegeta, that was expensive!" Bulma gasped, her eyes widen at the fact that Vegeta paid no mind to one of her designer lingerie.

"So, buy another one."

He squeezed both of her now exposed breasts and captured one of her nipples with his mouth, sucking, licking and biting it at the same time. Bulma groaned at the back of her throat and wound her hands tighter around his neck, clinging to his body and finally unable to hold it in any longer, she gave out a loud moan as a sudden jolt of ecstasy swam through her veins, causing moisture to flow from her core, making her really wet.

Bulma closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, suppressing another moan as Vegeta moved to the other nipple, devouring it as if they were all there was left in the world.

One of his hand glides up to her back and held onto her as he stood up while the other hand supported her entire body by holding her buttocks. The sudden action caused Bulma to snap her eyes open and it was only natural that she wound her legs tighter around Vegeta's waist.

Swiftly jumping into the air, Vegeta planned to take them to his room using the balcony which was just two floors above them. He suppressed a groan when she pressed her body tighter to his, her crotch rubbing against his erection as she struggles to stay put so that she would not fall.

"Quit moving, woman!" snarled Vegeta who was now getting rather agitated. He was sure he almost dropped her just seconds ago.

"If you would have told me you're taking the express way, I would have prepared myself better, you stupid jerk!"

'Great, she's spoiling the mood. Darn this earthling!'

Vegeta wanted to retort something snide but thought better of it. If he wants to get even, he knows just the right way to punish that vulgar mouth of hers.

As the tip of his boots lands softly with a thud on the balcony, Vegeta strides toward the bed. He all but gently threw Bulma on the mattress, making her jugs bounce as she hit the bed ass first. He turned around to undress himself and it only took him a matter of seconds.

"Vegeta, wha-"

"Silence, woman!"

He waves her off with his hand as he jumps into bed with her, completely naked, his erection plain to see. Crawling up in between her thighs he puts both hands on each side of her head and looked down. Bulma could only look back speechless as he stared down at her with such intensity and such fire, she thought she could melt.

'… Gorgeous.' She never failed to amaze him with her beauty. Never had a woman stayed on his mind for this long, constantly tugging at his mind, unwilling to wilt away. To top it off, she was a weakling. One miscalculated rough jerk would cause her immense pain, Vegeta had to remind himself that for what is about to occur. How such a creature had him on the unseen leash is a mystery to him. If Frieza knew about this, he would have laughed and mocked him in the face, and would most probably kill her just to spite him.

Vegeta shook off the images of what would happen if what he thought just seconds ago came true. He turned to look down and noticed that she still had her shorts on so he got up, kneeling on the mattress in between her legs and held onto the top of her shorts. With one swift jerk, he pulled them off, leaving her in nothing but her lacy panties.

Gazing at her entire length, he traces a hand from her toes to the sides of her thigh. Bulma bit her lip and suppress a moan as she tingles from the touch of his fingers which was making her even wetter than before. She felt rather violated as he raped her with his eyes.

Vegeta smirked as the heavy scent of her arousal infiltrated his nostrils. Still kneeling on the mattress, he lowered his upper body towards Bulma and tangled a hand in her hair at the back of her head. He dragged her up slowly, afraid that he might hurt the fragile little creature if he was too rough.

Their height paralleled as they were both now kneeling in the middle of the bed, looking eye to eye. None of them broke eye contact as Vegeta lean towards her and slides out his tongue, slowly and sensually across her lips. He wanted to see her reaction when he lowered his hand in between her legs.

Bulma's eyes snapped open when his fingers pressed onto her clit, sending sparks and shivers altogether down her spine. As he massage and pinch it alternately, she suddenly felt it hard to breath. He slipped two fingers in and Bulma's knees instantly weakened and gave way causing her to lose her balance as she clings onto him tightly.

Her breathing got heavier as she bites down hard on her bottom lip. She gave out a deep moan at the back of her throat as Vegeta's fingers delved deeper into her core, cleverly massaging her G-spot and sending her closer to her climax.

Bulma couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a wailing moan as Vegeta got rougher. Just as she was about to come, Vegeta released his fingers. Bulma groaned at the lost of contact and was getting angry that he didn't let her come.

Vegeta grabbed her cheeks with the same hand and gently pushed her upright. Bulma looked back at him with half lid eyes, her body now completely drained of energy.

"Lick it off."

Bulma obediently opens her mouth as Vegeta slipped his fingers in. She closed her eyes and let out a moan and she tastes herself with her tongue, twirling and swirling sensually around his bulgy fingers, licking and sucking all of her cum off.

"That's enough," said Vegeta as he retrieved his fingers and captured her mouth with his and kissed her deeply. He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, caressing the top of it as their tongues battled for the juice.

'She tastes so sweet,' mused Vegeta as he slowly release her mouth and push her down gently at the top of her head. A very confused Bulma turned to look up at him but all she got was a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"Call me names, eh? Well let's see what you can do with that vulgar little mouth of yours."

Bulma held her breath as she stare wide eyed at the enormous bulge in front of her, waiting to be devoured. She's never seen anyone with such a huge appendage before, and it was not like she's ever tried with anyone else other than…

She closed her eyes as the images of Yamcha entered her mind. She hesitated a little, a slight guilt crawled up her senses but when she reopened her eyes, she turned to look back at Vegeta who was looking down at her with eyes that resembles an animal in heat… waiting.

A/N: AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Sorry guys, I was finishing this off in the office and guess what? Time's up! Got to head home since its Friday night!! Hope you like this chapter. I had a hard time writing the scenes though, so I hope it is ok. Pls don't flame me!! I hadn't got the inspiration and well, I don't really like writing lemons and I suck badly at it! Anyway, Thanks!!! and remember tuh review!!!