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Disclaimer- I don't own DragonBall, DragonBall Z, DragonBall GT or anything else DragonBall related, Akira Toriyama does. I wish I could say that I did but I don't. *cries* I only own this story and my OCs Ki'ilina and Hertue.

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"Hi Bulma…"

Bulma's head whipped up to see Ki'ilina standing in the doorway. Her hair was messed up and going in all directions. Her armor was at an odd angle and her leggings were torn. Bulma could see numerous bruises and scars across her skin.

"Oh…Ki'ilina!" Bulma ran over to her, sitting the Trexilian on a chair. Bulma grabbed a first aid kit and began using the contents on Ki'ilina. She sprayed an alcohol-like substance on her skin and then wrapped gauze around it.

Ki'ilina sighed, "Don't bother doing that Bulma. It's pretty much once a week he does it now…ever since you arrived. By the time he does it again, the bruises are gone, waiting for the new ones."

Bulma's face fell into a deep frown, "I'm sorry…I wish I could-"

"Don't worry about it. Soon enough we'll kill him and Frieza."

Bulma nodded. She finished cleaning up Ki'ilina's injuries and put the kit away. She capsulated her designs, tucking it into her shorts pocket like usual. The two began their walk back to cell 732.

"So…how do you think I should bring it up?" Bulma asked.

"Well, considering since I've never done it…you're kind of shit out of luck on that one, Bulma."

"That doesn't help at all!" The aquamarine woman whined.

Ki'ilina laughed, "Sorry, but you have to do that on your own. Just casually bring it up…if he starts acting weird, alarms in your mind should be screaming 'Abort, abort, abort!'"

Bulma rolled her eyes at Ki'ilina's lame joke. "Seriously, you are not helping!"

The Trexilian laughed again, but grunted in pain from her abdomen. She held her side as Bulma looked on. "Are you alr-"

"I'm fine…I'll go to the med-bay. Don't worry about me Bulma. Really. I'm okay."

Ki'ilina opened the door to 732, let Bulma enter and shut the door, walking toward the medical services level.

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"Vegeta?"

A snarl erupted in the room and suddenly Bulma was pushed up against the wall. Vegeta's face came into view. His eyes were feral, swimming with desire.

"Woman…I've been waiting for you…" His voice was husky and low.

Bulma gave a small smile, "Well, that's good because you see, I need to talk to-"

Vegeta's lips crashed onto hers, enveloping her in a mind-blowing kiss. His lips separated from hers, trailing down to her neck, kissing and suckling on the delicate skin.

"Ah! Vegeta...I'm really not in the mood to do th-" Bulma let out a moan as Vegeta bit her neck.

"Why not?" He smirked up at her. "I am."

Bulma was beginning to lose her sense of thought as his lips moved down to her collar bone. She struggled to get out her response, trying to resist Vegeta's skillful temptation. "Well...because something happened to Ki'ilina and I'd rather not talk about-"

Vegeta's lips cut her off again, "I can make you forget about it and make you feel better all at once."

Nothing sounded better to Bulma than forgetting about the day's earlier events and she gave into the Saiyan prince's touch, returning his passionate kiss.

Vegeta collected her into his arms, leaped over to the bed and laid her on the bed hovering over her with his body. His hands began a slow exploration of her slender body, touching, caressing, and teasing. His eyes roamed with desire, slowly working his way down her body, he left no part of her unexplored. His hands massaged her small plump breasts, caressing down her stomach, down her thighs. Vegeta's tail danced lively behind him with excitement. Leaning back, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside.

Bulma whimpered when his body left hers. She sat up to look at him, her eyes opening wide at the site of his bare chest. All those rippling muscles right in front of her. She reached out and ran her hands along the hard, defined planes of his chest. She heard him groan and her confidence rose. Exploring further, her hands roamed down to his hard length. Vegeta grunted and grabbed her hands, holding them up.

Bulma cried out, "Vegeta..."

"It's not a Saiyan custom for a woman to touch the male there."

The blue haired vixen grinned slyly, pulling her hands out of his grip. She laid them on his pelvis once more, "Well I'm not a Saiyan."

Bulma's eyes dropped to his arousal as her hand slipped underneath his shorts. Her hand began to pump up and down the rigid flesh. It was like nothing she had ever felt, harder than any metal but still as soft as silk. "Woman..." Vegeta growled, shivers of pleasure ghosting over his nerves as her delicate fingers continued to massage his aching desire. Any form of coherent thought had quickly fled him. He practically melted from her touch and he was beginning to lose control until he suddenly became aware of the intense fountain of heat which had enveloped the tip of his shaft.

Vegeta tore Bulma's hands from his arousal and gave her a devilish grin, "My turn."

He pushed her back down and covered her again. His mouth covered hers ravenously, nearly taking her breath away. The Saiyan prince almost ripped Bulma's tube top from her person, tossing it to the floor. Trailing kisses down her neck he covered one breast with his mouth suckling and nipping at her skin, and then went to the other. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck. His eyes gazed at her breasts longingly, but his complete access was blocked by her bra. Vegeta's hands worked to Bulma's back side, but they soon struggled with undoing the hooks. Bulma giggled at this, making her mounds bounce. Vegeta growled impatiently and brought some of his ki forth, using it to cut through her bra.

Bulma gasped, "Vegeta! That was my only bra!"

He gave her a non-caring look as he flung the bra away. He started to suck on one of her pink nipples, flicking the tip with his tongue. He felt even more pleasure when he heard Bulma's moan. Smirking against her nipple, Vegeta continued his sweet torture, adding his hand to rub the other breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger before pulling it harshly. His tail snaked around, tracing her breasts giving her a new sense of pleasure.

His hands trailed down to her apex, quickly unbuttoning her shorts and tugging them off along with her panties. Vegeta slowly inserted a finger into her damp folds, plunging deep inside. She gasped at the sensations that coursed through her body at the small intrusion. Her eyes closed and her head fell back on the pillows moaning. Vegeta smirked and inserted another finger, slowly massaging. Hot liquid soaked his fingers as he moved them. Her hips lifted to move with the rhythm of his fingers.

Although a prison run by a ruthless tyrant was never once in her list of places in which to lose her virginity, Vegeta was certainly the one she wanted; never before had she met someone like him.

Vegeta's teasing hand pulled out of her, eliciting a cry from Bulma. "Vegeta...please..."

Not breaking eye contact for even an instant, Vegeta slowly reached his fingers to slide back up, seductively teasing her folds and making Bulma moan softly. Her ruby lips parting slightly as she expelled light moans, treating him to a view of her swaying tongue as she rolled her eyes and head back in a delicious show of pleasure; making his burning need for her grow all the stronger as the tips of his fingers curled.

All of a sudden, Bulma's hands wrapped around Vegeta's tail and she began to caress the furry appendage causing Vegeta to stop everything he was doing to her just to stay in control. His knees were failing him and his head found a comfortable spot on her shoulder. He groaned, mumbling her name and other incomprehensible words.

Then, Vegeta slid his shorts off in a rushed manner as her arms moved from his tail and wrapped around his neck. He gave her a moment to take in a breath before pressing his arousal forward. An important detail was forming in the back of his mind, but he pushed it aside being too enraptured by the naked aquamarine beauty below him.

"Woman...are you sure about this? Things will forever change betwe-"

Bulma's lips crashed onto Vegeta's this time, silencing him from finishing his sentence. She whispered, "Vegeta, I want you and I want this." A light blush stained her cheeks as she nervously spoke the words she had wanted to say since the morning.

Vegeta's obsidian eyes bore into Bulma's sapphire ones with intense desire.

"Please...Vegeta..." She pleaded.

Vegeta pressed forward without warning as he pushed his full length inside her. He moved within her, slowly at first, not stopping until his engorged head had pierced her body. Bulma's body went as tense as steel and a pained whimper passed her lips as her nails dug deep into the skin of his back. The sensation of just having that part of him inside her was incredible but he had to fight the urge to go full power, as doing so would quite probably damage the girl beyond repair. Biting back tears, Bulma gave a weak nod before suddenly burying her head in the arch of his neck; unwilling to let Vegeta to see her looking so fragile. Vegeta had already seen her weak so many times...this was not one she wanted to add to the list. He was so large and her virgin body could barely contain this small part of his immense girth. She had always known there would be pain the first time, that somberly joyous piece of proof which proved she was joining herself with the Saiyan prince.

A thrilling excitement that was laced with pain and pleasure flowed through her. Vegeta semi-impatiently waited for her to become accustomed to his size. He then slowly stroked out of her and then plunged forward again, driving himself to her core. She wrapped both arms around his neck, digging her nails into his shoulders as he surged forward again.

The pain eventually began to dissipate and Bulma found herself relaxing as he continued. The more she relaxed, the easier his gliding became. Bulma's moans of pain morphed into sighs and moans of satisfaction as Vegeta hit the mark perfectly. Bulma wrapped her legs around Vegeta's waist, allowing him better access. She desired and needed more. She clenched around his girth, drawing a deep rumble from his chest.

Bulma repeated his name over and over, she wanted him to go faster, moaning into his ear, "Vegeta...please...faster..." His thrusts quickened into an unsteady pounding, making the bed creak in protest. He steadied himself on his elbows and groaned into her neck. He was close to that moment of relief. Bulma's nails were starting to draw blood from his shoulders. The knot in her stomach morphed into a powerful orgasm, much stronger than her first. Her hands then tangled into his mane. Her throat tightened as she quaked in ecstasy, tightening her muscles madly around his member, working him into a frenzy. He slowed for more powerful thrusts, letting out monstrous groans with each one. Their cores melded as he achieved what he had worked relentlessly for. Vegeta bucked his hips as he spilled everything in him deep inside of her.

Vegeta's forearms gave out, and his body fell onto Bulma's. He regrettably pulled out of her, clearly not tired from their activities, while she looked exhausted. They gazed into one another's eyes for a brief moment before he rolled off of her. His tail trailed along her naked flesh, tickling her with the furry bristles.

Bulma laughed, "Quit it, Vegeta!"

Vegeta smirked at her, flicking her nose with his appendage.

Bulma leaned forward to kiss Vegeta's lips again, "I love you..."

Vegeta stiffened against her lips. He pulled back and his eyes stared at the blue haired minx in shock. "You...no. No. No, woman! You don't love me."

"Wh-what? Vegeta, you can't tell me what I feel or don't feel! I love you. What is so wrong-" Bulma glared harshly at the man she had just moments ago made love with.

"This is just the aftermath of the matin-" Vegeta stopped in mid-sentence. "...fuck."

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Surprise, surprise! I updated within two days :D A little known fact about me, I write the chapter with the lemon before I write the chapter leading up to it!

Uh oh! They had sex, but it seems that their differences in culture are clashing! Can they fix it before the showdown with Frieza? Which by the way is in about 1-2 chapters and will be the last chapter. Next chapter will explain why Vegeta is about to go pardon the pun, ape-shit. Reviews! :)

smalsa- Well, my only and really lame excuse for Frieza not having any cameras in B/V's cell is because he feels there's no need. He believes Vegeta will never be a threat, so why monitor him?

lazy logger- Lol I know...my chapter lengths vary all the time. But really it's because I write what I feel should go in a chapter and then stop. Sorry if that bothers you D:

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