Amazed with the size of his alien manhood, Bulma traces her hands from his inner thighs to the base of his shaft. She held onto it and looked to see his reaction. Vegeta had his eyes closed as he dwells in the feeling of anticipation. Bulma leaned in closer and slipped out her tongue, tracing his head in circles. Vegeta hissed in a breath when he felt the tips collide and turned to look down at Bulma. His hand still tangled in her hair, motioned her to go further with a gentle jerk.

Bulma smiled cheekily at his sudden desperation, he was like a small boy seething in anticipation, waiting to get his candy. She batted her eyelids seductively and without a second thought, she took all of him in her mouth.

Vegeta groaned aloud as he tossed his head back, his fist clenching in spasms in her hair. She was moving so rapidly, each and every thrust hits the wall of her throat sent Vegeta to a milestone of ecstasy.

His breathing grew frantic, the animal in him was threatening to unleash itself. He could lose control anytime if Bulma didn't slow down her sensual antics. Gripping tighter at her hair, he jerked her away and pushed her backwards.

The sudden action sent blood to rush to Bulma's head when he pulled her up, making her dizzy. She almost hit herself when he pushed her back towards the headboard. She tried to focus back at him, but all she saw in his eyes was the untamed animal that was slowly taking over his senses.

Vegeta straddled her and pinned her hands over her head with a hand. He crashes his mouth to hers and kissed her roughly on the lips. Bulma let out a shriek when he bites down hard, causing blood to ooze from her lips.

Tears began to form in her eyes when Vegeta licked the open wound, causing her further pain but Vegeta was thriving in it. The raw taste of fresh blood made him compelled to go on further. He didn't mean to hurt her but he likes it this way. It was the only way he knew how to during his serving years when he had to resort to nothing but whores who doesn't mean a thing to him in order to satisfy his needs.

He parted her legs with his knee and lay in between her. He settled himself at the apex of her thighs and slips the head of his penis at her opening, and stayed still. Bulma was now sobbing quietly, slightly frightened with Vegeta's sudden change in behaviour. She knew that he can be ruthless, but not like this.

Vegeta felt her hesitation and return his swayed focus to her. He searched her eyes and saw confusion and fright. He rests his head beside her ear and whispered soothing words to them. Although he was speaking in a language that she has never heard before, it was so soothing it comforted her in just a manner of seconds, and that was enough. Bulma wondered why he didn't speak to her in a language that she understood but discarded the thought when he turned to stare into her eyes. Bulma furrowed her brows in confusion when a playful smirk starts to form on his handsome lustful face.

"There is one thing I'd like to know," he stated, his head slowly leaning down next to her ear once again.

"Is hurt painful... " Bulma widened her eyes at the question. It sounded vaguely familiar, she knew she heard it before.

"... Or is it pleasurable?"

She gasped as she recalled the question but there wasn't enough time for her to process an answer to it when Vegeta slams into her wet opening. She bit down hard on her wounded lip, causing more blood to flow out. She choked onto the wailing moan that was threatening to burst out when Vegeta pulled back, only to slam into her again.

'Damn she's tight,' thought Vegeta but it wasn't going to stop him. Not when he was already in – finally.

On the third thrust, Bulma couldn't keep it in any longer and let out a shattering wail as she began to squirm beneath him. That wailing moan sent Vegeta on the edge and he released her hands only to hold onto her hips to control their movements. Each time he thrusts forward he would pull her in deeper and each time Bulma would scream her lungs out, sending him more over the edge.

Vegeta pulled her upright, supporting her by the shoulders. He pushed her down deeper by pressing on them at every thrust. Vegeta was gone, way over his head as sparks started to form in his focus. His breathing grew frantic and every time his dick hits her inner walls, he was afraid he might lose control. He was afraid he would hurt her, or worse, kill her.

He slid his hands around her tiny body and cling her against him. Bulma wound her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulders as she was drained. Her moaning turns more appreciative as Vegeta finally slowed down his thrusts, basking in the feel of the ride.

"Say my name," Vegeta demanded gently as he continues to slide in and out of her slowly.

"... V-vegeta,"

"Again,"

"Vegeta... Vegeta.. Vegeta!"

Each time she calls his name, his senseless animal instincts returned, unveiling the tame-less beast. He pushed her down to her back, each hand pushing her knees backwards, exposing her opening in the air and giving him better access to go deeper.

He even leaned forward till their noses were almost touching just so he could penetrate even deeper into her womb, sending her immense pain and pleasure altogether. He capture her lips with his, swallowing her cries as he continues to ram in and out of her roughly.

Swirling his tongue in the depths of her mouth, he tastes the copper-like scent of blood and it turned him on even more, sending him higher to the brink of ecstasy. His thrusts got faster, deeper, and more frantic as he felt his release nearing.

Bulma felt her release coming as well as Vegeta's pace increased. Her eyes rolled backwards into her head momentarily as their mouths were still locked, making her breathing even harder. Vegeta released her mouth and bend his upper body upright while pulling her closer by the hips. Bulma took in a full breath and held onto it. She choked on her cries as their release reaches the tip.

Feeling his muscles tensed, they knew he was coming. Vegeta's pace increased ten times and this time, Bulma couldn't hold in her cries anymore and screamed his name one more time and that was it. Vegeta let it all go and let out a feral howl, finally spilling his seed deep into her womb.

Keeping still at their position, Vegeta tried to calm his breathing and stare intensely down at Bulma, who was also doing the same thing. Vegeta had never exerted this much energy in sex before and he must admit, it felt pretty good. Exhausted but good. Feeling that his eyes were rolling backwards, he quickly shut his eyes and fall towards Bulma.

Landing atop of her, Bulma quickly brought her hands up despite the tiredness. She didn't know if she should push him away or hang onto him.

She chose the latter.

Despite his heavy weight and the difficulty to breathe, Bulma held onto the Saiyan Prince like a mother soothing her baby. Staring blankly into the ceiling above them, she played circles on his back with her fingers, soothing the mass of muscles above her.

His breathing calmed as moments passed. He opened his eyes and quickly snapped up, giving Bulma a confused look. He wondered why she did not say a word or make a sound when she suffered in breathing beneath him.

Frowning hard, he rolled off and lay beside her. Bulma sucked in the air that she was desperate for and turned to look at him. He was staring into the ceiling as she did earlier with a distant expression all written on his face. She left him alone with his musings only find herself seeping into one of her own.

She had never felt this good when she was with Yamcha before and she too admitted it felt really good. Vegeta made her feel like she's a woman. So woman-like to the point where she wants more of it, like she couldn't get enough of it and just thinking about it made her wet again.

She turned to Vegeta, who now has an arm slung over his eyes and was breathing evenly. She couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep. She turns her body sideways and shift closer to him until their skin meets. Vegeta tensed at the sudden proximity and jerked his hand away to glare at her but after seeing that she was bunched up like a foetus, he knew she was freezing. His expression faltered and turned to pull the comforters that fell to the floor due to their previous activity.

Pulling the blanket over them, Vegeta turned to the side to face Bulma, their noses less than an inch away from the other. He draped a hand over her waist and stared into her face. Bulma could feel her lids were getting heavier and let out a small yawn.

"Good night, Vegeta," she whispers. In a matter of seconds, she seeps into slumber, leaving Vegeta to his wake.

He continued to stare into her face as if she was all that was left to see in the world. He's so confused about everything and everything that happened tonight, was it a mistake? Will he be able to get her out of his system? Will he still love her in the morning?

He had absolutely no answer to these questions that kept popping up in his head. All he knew is that an angel, so pure and untainted from the real evils of life was sleeping soundly next to him in his arms. She was his now, he will declare that. And no one should touch what is his for she belonged to him the moment he deemed so.

He gripped onto her appreciatively, unable to let go. It wasn't everyday that the Saiyan Prince who was once known as the Prince of Evil has someone to care for him the way Bulma does and definitely someone whom the prince has his heart for.

He didn't understand the reason behind the attraction he had on this woman, or the spell that he thought she had him under, but he knows that if she should get hurt, the person who hurt her will definitely pay ten-fold and if he was to lose her, he would rather die to exchange her life with his.

He silently gasped at the horror of the truth that played in his mind. When had he resort to playing martyr anyway? Looking down at the sleeping woman, his brows furrowed and a frown formed on his lips. This woman will be the cause of his victory, someone who will help him strive to achieve his goals in order to protect what is his, but she will also be the cause of his downfall and that was a pity.

Is he willing to play it like that? – Perhaps, perhaps not.

He will never be able to sum up answers for the questions he has in one night. Time will unveil everything but for now he shall sleep and wake up in the morning, before the woman does.