A/N: Thank you for all your reviews! Hope I'm not disappointing anyone yet! YOU GUYS! This is a long ass chapter! Thirteen freakin' pages! Uh, I guess I got a little carried away (Insert giggle). I guess my writers block disappeared with my excitement about Kenya and Vegeta's relationship.

Warning: Lemon! AWWW!

Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

19

She was floating in front of Goku, talking over whether she should just cut her losses or not, when she was suddenly whirled around. An arm snaked around her waist, a hard chest pressed against her own. A very angry saiyan glared down at her. An angry saiyan prince! Kenya stared up at him as he snarled, gritting his teeth.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" he shouted, tightening his hold on her. She sucked in a breath, momentarily stunned as her eyes widened. "I..." she paused, still a little speechless. She cleared her throat, her gaze sliding away. She looked passed his shoulder, her hands resting on his forearms. Kenya swallowed, glancing back at him. Yep! He was still glaring at her. She felt him cup the back of her neck, before yanking her towards him. His face was a hairs breath away from her.

"You really think I'm going to let you leave that easily?" he growled, talking through clenched teeth. She opened her mouth, then closed it. She felt her muscles quiver in her stomach as she studied him. Kenya glanced over her shoulder. Goku had disappeared. She frowned, a scowl appearing on her face. Damn you Goku! You little twerp! Leaving me alone to face the prince by myself. She turned back around, her eyes resting on Vegeta's massive chest. She swallowed, her hands squeezing his arms for a moment before backing away.

"Why do you even care?" she asked softly.

Vegeta studied her, eyes narrowed. What the hell is she talking about? Of course I care! How can she think that!? I never gave her a reason to think I don't! He balled his hands into fists. Did I!? He studied Kenya's face, noticing the hurt and resigned look in her eyes she was trying to hide. The prince floated closer to her, watching as weariness crossed her features. She suddenly looked very tired. He watched her close her eyes. Vegeta reached out and tugged her to him, more gentler this time. He studied her face. She didn't open her eyes as she sighed, seeming to lose any fight in her.

"I don't want to fight with you Vegeta," she whispered, her voice laced with tiredness. "I don't have the strength, and to tell you the truth," she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze before continuing. "I really don't believe you care." Kenya paused for a moment. "Is this nothing but a chance to win against my brother? Because if it is, leave now. Please." They studied one another.

Her face became impassive when he didn't respond. She quickly lowered to the ground, listening with half an ear as he did the same, his body mere inches from her own. She didn't look back at him as she started walking away, taking his silence as an answer.

She was suddenly yanked back, Vegeta's arm tight around her waist. Before she could say anything, they disappeared.

Kenya felt her breath leave her as they appeared in a room. Vegeta kept his arm around her waist, his body hard against her back. She shuddered, his breath fanning the back of her neck. "Where are we?" she whispered, looking around. There was a bed situated in the middle of the floor, two nightstands on each side. A white lamp stood on each one, a phone on the left side. A dresser was pressed against the wall, a mirror situated above it. There was a desk in front of the window, some pamphlets and a directory book sitting on top of it. There were two doors located on the right side of the room. One obviously led to the bathroom, while the other had a bolt on the door. This one led outside. She took note of it, noticing Vegeta hadn't moved his arm. He pressed her against him as she felt him lean down near her ear.

"I told you, I'm not letting you go that easily," he whispered, his voice sending shivers through her. Kenya gulped. "Where are we?" she asked again, turning in his arms. He kept his arm around her, looking down at her with a frown on his face. She resisted the urge to reach up and caress his cheek. She balled her hands in the fabric of her pants, clenching her jaw. His eyes met hers, a growl coming from his chest as he swooped down and captured her lips. Kenya whimpered, his heat enveloping her as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Vegeta moved, pushing her back until her legs hit the bed. She fell back, bouncing a little as she quickly sat up. He looked down at her for a moment before walking towards the bathroom. She stared, a little dazed, as he rummaged around in there for a moment. He came back, a white bottle and gauze in his hand. He held a small box in the other. He sat the objects on the floor, kneeling in front of her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, watching him curiously.

He narrowed his eyes at her, not saying anything. He reached over and ripped her pants legs off her, right at the thigh. Vegeta rolled his eyes as a little scream escaped her. She swatted him on the shoulder, catching the action. He didn't say anything, flinging the fabric aside as he opened the bottle. He poured some of the clear liquid on one of the square pieces of gauze. Kenya hissed in a breath at the sting as he pressed it to one of the scratches on her legs. He lifted his gaze, studying her face. Their eyes met. Kenya frantically tried to fight the tears surfacing, but it was a losing battle. She closed her eyes, sobbing as she lifted a hand to dispel it. She heard him move, a hand suddenly cupping the back of her head. She refused to look at him, embarrassed that her body chose this moment to break down. Tears leaked out of her eyes, trailing down her face and landing on her legs. She didn't open her eyes to look at the man in front of her, just continued to cry as she felt a shudder go through her.

"It doesn't hurt that bad!" Vegeta said softly, resting a hand on her hip.

A laugh escaped among the tears, as she quickly wiped them away. She took a shuddering breath, finally meeting the prince's gaze. She shook her head, turning and looking out the window. Vegeta studied her profile for a few minutes, before gently continuing with cleaning the bloody gashes on her legs. She didn't move as he took shards of glass out of her skin, quickly wiping the spots with alcohol as he studied Kenya's face. She still gazed out the window, her hands balled into fists against the bed. Her head whipped around as she felt him gently blow on the cuts, the sting abating after a few seconds. She shivered, meeting his eyes as he blew on her skin again. They studied one another, neither saying anything. He finally stood, slowly getting to his feet and grabbing the remaining medical supplies, throwing the bloody clothes and gauze into the trash. Her eyes followed him as he went into the bathroom. She turned her head, studying the cuts on her legs as he walked back towards the bed. She didn't look up as he paused in front of her. Kenya could feel his gaze on her bent head. She bit her lip, fiddling with the strands of the new shorts she had acquired, thanks to a certain impatient saiyan. A towel appeared in her vision. She finally looked up. He studied her for a moment before speaking.

"You should get a bath," he murmured, watching her eyes narrow. She yanked the towel out of his hand, but didn't move from the bed. They studied one another as he leaned back against the dresser, crossing his arms.

"Where are we?" she asked for the third time, watching his eyes narrow on her face. She turned when he didn't say anything, her legs sliding on the bed as she fully faced him, crossing her arms.

"In a hotel," he stated, watching as she took a breath. "Why?" Kenya asked, looking around the room again. She looked back at him when he started to speak.

"So we can work things out."

"Does anyone else know where we're at?" She frowned as he slowly shook his head. "Why?" she eyed him, her brows narrowing.

"Don't want any distractions," he murmured, watching her face flush slightly. He watched her study him for a moment, pressing her lips together, before getting up and going into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. He smirked as he heard the lock slide into place.

His head came up as she suddenly jerked the bathroom door back open. Her head popped out, a scowl on her face. "And what the hell was that? Did you use instant transmission!?" She narrowed her eyes as he slowly smiled. Grumbling to herself, she disappeared, slamming the door closed again. He heard her mutter "Figures," before the lock clicked a second time.

"You know, you really didn't think this through, seeing as how I have no clothes." Kenya stated, walking out of the bathroom an hour later. Vegeta lay on the bed, his arms crossed behind his head. He looked over as she came out. She had on the same clothes he brought her here in, a towel wrapped around her hair. He smirked, watching her plant her hands on her hips, a frown appearing as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Yes I did," he murmured, watching a confused look appear on her face. She opened her mouth, only to close it again. "What?" she finally said, eying him. He jerked his head towards the dresser. "There's clothes in there for the both of us," he stated, watching her slowly walk across the room, studying him the whole way. She looked down as she opened one of the drawers. Pausing to glance back at him, she took out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. "Did you think to get me any undergarments?" she asked, not turning around as she closed the drawer. She flushed as he murmured yes. Opening the second drawer, she paused. She turned her head, glaring back at him. She growled, shooting him a dirty look. She yanked a pair of the "underwear" out of the drawer.

"Why the hell did you get these!?" she snarled, holding up the flimsy, flossy material. Her cheeks burned as he sat up. Vegeta quirked an eyebrow. "They were in your drawer," he explained, watching her face redden even more.

She looked down in distaste. "I don't own anything like this," she glared up at him. "You must of went into the wrong person's dresser."

Vegeta smirked. "Nope." He watched her huff, rolling her eyes as she slammed the drawer closed, shooting him another look before stomping into the bathroom, the clothes clutched in one hand. He chuckled softly, laying back down. He listened in amusement at her swearing and muttering on the other side of the door. A few minutes later she emerged, her hair cascading down her back. She lifted a hand, shaking the mass of hair before sitting on the end of the bed, crossing her legs. She reached behind her, not looking at him, as she grabbed the remote. She clicked the TV on, ignoring the man laying beside her. He watched the play of light on her profile, before nudging her with his foot. She ignored him, crossing her arms. He did it again, grinning as she glared back at him.

"What?" she asked, frowning.

"Come here," he murmured, crossing his ankles. He watched her eyes travel down his body, before meeting his gaze again. She didn't say anything, just turned back towards the television. He narrowed his eyes, reaching out and tugging her by her shirt. She resisted for a moment, before sighing, allowing him to pull her back, her head settling on his shoulder. He laid his hand on her arm, hugging her close to him. Her wet hair was cool against his skin, her soft curves felt good pressed against his body. They didn't say anything to each other, just continued to watch the screen as they both drifted off to sleep.

She woke on her stomach, slowly opening her eyes to the morning light. Sighing softly, she didn't move. She listened as the air conditioner unit kicked in, briefly closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of the covers over her. Vegeta had his arm around her, resting on her lower back. She didn't hear him move as she wiped the hair away from her face. She sat up on an elbow, pausing for a moment before slinging the covers off her. She sat up, her feet meeting the carpet. She sat there for a moment, shaking her hair away from her face before getting up. She pulled drawers out, searching for a brush. Finally finding one in the little drawer underneath the television, she went to the bathroom, quickly brushing her hair into a pony tail. The action reminded her of their first sparring match. A small smile appeared on her face as she took the plastic off one of the tooth brushes located in a drawer underneath the counter. She brushed her teeth, thinking about what the hell she was going to do. She was pretty sure she should still leave, but didn't think she would get the chance anytime soon. Vegeta sure is stubborn! Basically kidnapping me like that, and going through my stuff to boot! I wish he would make up his mind! Does he want me to stay? Does he want me to leave? Kenya felt a scowl appear as she spit into the sink, rinsing her mouth with water from the faucet. Wiping her mouth on one of the hand towels hanging on the wall, she paused, studying herself in the mirror. What does he see in me anyways!? Just a body to satisfy, or something more!? He hasn't let me know what he feels, if anything, for me. What the hell am I expected to think, when things aren't even clear between us! She stepped out of the bathroom, turning the light off. She glanced at the bed. Vegeta lay on his stomach, the covers low on his hips. She noticed he had taken his shirt and pants off. The waistband of his boxers just visible above the covers. She pressed her lips together, crossing her arms. She went towards the door, glancing back at him one more time before opening it, stepping through and closing it softly behind her.

Two hours later she stepped into the room, a cry escaping her as a pair of hands grabbed her. The door slammed shut, Vegeta glaring at her as her back hit the wall. Her drink fell, bursting and splattering both of them with cold liquid. She pushed him away, leaning down and scooping the ice off the floor. Not looking at him, she slung it in the bathroom sink, grabbing a towel and cleaning the liquid spreading on the carpet. Vegeta still stood in front of the door. She glared at him again, balling the towel up and flinging it in a corner. Kenya crossed her arms as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well!" she said loudly, as he kept silent. He crossed his arms, still in his boxers. Apparently he just woke up. "Where did you go?"

"What! Now you thinking of keeping me prisoner!?" She smirked. "Like to see you try it, princess!"

He scowled at the nickname, taking a step towards her. He laid a hand beside her head, studying her. "No," he finally murmured. "You're not a prisoner Kenya. I thought..." he looked away for a moment, before meeting her gaze again. "I thought you had left."

"I did."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "Smart ass!" He straightened. "You know what I mean."

Kenya sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine! I went downstairs to eat. Then I glanced in some of the shops next to the hotel. Then I came back and put in an order for you, which.." she glanced at the clock on the wall, "should be coming up any minute." She watched him study her. "Do you need to know when I went to the bathroom too?" Vegeta rolled his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. He called her a smart ass again, before walking over and grabbing some clothes from the dresser, strolling into the bathroom, starting the shower, not even bothering to close the door. She marched over, scowling at him as she yanked the door closed, his low laugh reaching her ears as she sat on the bed.

The food showed up a couple minutes later, the small cart groaning under the amount of food on it. The waiter lifted a brow at her, but didn't comment. She smiled at him, thanking him as a blush rose on his face, before he bowed, backing out of the room. Wandering at his curious demeanor, she closed the door, strolling over and lifting the lid off one of the platters. She grabbed a piece of bacon, jumping a moment later as Vegeta spoke behind her.

"Thought that was mine," he said softly, standing right behind her. Kenya looked at him over her shoulder. She smirked, taking another bite of the bacon, letting the lid fall back onto the cart. She watched his eyelids lower, looking at her mouth. She quickly walked around him, sitting on the bed and turning the television on. Not really paying attention to the show currently on, she watched out of the corner of her eye as he turned towards the food, lifting the lids off all the dishes, the muscles in his back bunching and stretching as he moved around. Kenya felt her face flush, still not believing how she can react like they've never slept together, even now. She bit her lip, staring at the T.V. Swallowing the rest of the bacon, she pushed a button, changing the channel, a love scene appearing on the screen. She quickly changed it, finally resting the remote on her thigh as she paused at a cooking show.

"Why are you watching people cook?"

She didn't turn towards him as she answered. "I like to watch it. Learn new recipes." She heard him pause, feeling his eyes studying her.

"You cook?"

Kenya finally looked over at him. She studied him, watching as he shoveled food into his mouth, his eyes never leaving her. "Yes," she stated, watching an eyebrow raise. He didn't say anything else, just focused on his food. She turned back to the show, watching with interest as the woman on the television demonstrated how to make a signature meat dish, the bubbling cheese and sauce making her mouth water, even though she had just ate an hour ago. She got up and got a drink, popping the can open as she settled back on the bed, propping a pillow behind her. She could feel Vegeta studying her. She looked over. He was sitting back in the chair, his arms crossed, his legs stretched out in front of him with his ankles over one another, watching her. She felt a blush rise. She looked back towards the television, though she couldn't for the life of her focus on what the woman was saying. She saw him move, slowly getting up and setting the dishes back on the trolly. He turned towards her, walking around the bed. She looked up as he paused beside her, looking down at her. Vegeta yanked the pillow out from behind her.

"Hey!"

He quickly slid behind her, settling his legs on either side of her, a blush appearing on her face as he jerked her back against him. She felt his hands rest on her hips, the heat coming off him comforting. They stayed like that for a few minutes, before she felt his voice rumble through his chest.

"Training," he murmured.

She looked at him over her shoulder. Her brows furrowed. "What?"

"I like to train."

She faced forward. "Well, duh!"

She felt him flick her hair, and looked back. "Brat," he scowled, a small smile playing on his lips. She rolled her eyes, looking forward and settling back against him as a new show came on. They watched for awhile, until Vegeta started complaining he was hungry again. Rolling her eyes, Kenya flicked the T.V off, sitting the remote on the nightstand, fixing to scoot off the bed. She felt Vegeta tighten his hold on her waist, and looked back. He raked his gaze over her, meeting her eyes with his own heated ones. She felt an answering tingle in her abdomen, and frowned.

"No," she stated, finally moving and going to the window. She glanced outside, at the restaurant across the street. "The place across the road isn't too packed, if you want to..." she trailed off, feeling him at her back. He turned her around, swooping down and capturing her lips. He pushed her up against the window, a hand coming up to settle on the back of her neck. Vegeta grabbed her around the waist, turning and laying her on the bed. He continued to ravish her mouth, sliding a hand under her shirt. She moaned, running her hands up his bare chest. She felt the heat of his hand thru her bra, moving her head to break the kiss. He trailed his mouth down her neck, feeling her shudder. She pushed his shoulders, finally managing to get him to raise up. He looked down at her, his face flushed.

"Get up," she said softly. She heard a breath escape him, before he stood up. She sat up, biting her lip at the bulge in his pants. He smirked down at her, reaching for the waistband of his jeans. She jumped off the bed, taking her hair out of the hair band as she walked towards the bathroom. Quickly brushing her hair, she put it back up, stepping out of the bathroom. She noticed he had finally donned a shirt, the dark blue looking too good against his skin. Kenya bit her lip again, looking away.

"If you still want to eat, lets go," she said, opening the door leading to the hallway. She didn't look back, feeling him right behind her. She quickly walked down the hall, stopping at the elevator. He came up beside her. Their eyes met in the reflected metal. She looked down after a moment, sighing with relief as the elevator dinged. She walked quickly through the doors, sitting on one of the bench's located inside the contraption. Finally making it down to the lobby, she waved at the desk clerk, the woman beaming at her as she walked across the carpet.

"Making friends fast, I see."

She heard him whisper in her ear, but didn't comment. They walked quietly to the restaurant, the man behind the counter smiling at her as she stepped in. She sent him a small, friendly smile. Vegeta growled behind her. Rolling her eyes, she sat at the same booth she had occupied hours earlier. Vegeta sat across from her, scowling at her. She ignored him, grabbing two menus behind the napkin dispenser. She slapped one in front of him, not looking at him. Kenya laid hers down as the same boy that was at the counter walked up, pad in hand.

"You're back," he said, his voice squeaking a little from adolescence. He took a pen out, smiling down at her. "The same as last time?"

Kenya shook her head. "Just bring me some eggs and toast. And I guess a coke." She looked over at Vegeta, kicking him under the table as he continued to glower at her. He grunted, looking down at the menu. He rattled off a couple things, looking at her beneath his lashes as he stated he wanted water to drink. The boy didn't say anything as he quickly walked away, feeling the tension between the two occupants at the booth.

Vegeta sat back, studying the woman across from him. He tilted his head after a moment, watching her raise an eyebrow. He stuffed the menu back where she had snatched it from, never taking his eyes off her.

"How are you paying for this?" he finally asked, crossing his arms. He watched her smirk, reaching into her pocket and withdrawing a card. She laid it on the table, watching him raise a brow.

"It was at the desk this morning. The woman said it was for us to use as long as we were here."

They studied each other. "Bulma!" they said simultaneously. Vegeta slowly shook his head.

"I guess there's at least one person who knows where we're at," Kenya murmured, watching as he scowled. She crossed her arms. "She is the one that got the room, isn't she!?"

Vegeta reluctantly nodded, looking out the window. Kenya put the card back in her pocket, grabbing her drink when the boy set them down, smiling at them both before leaving. Their food came soon after, both digging in, not talking. Kenya sat back after awhile, full, watching the man across from her eat. She slid her gaze away, looking out the window. Her brows furrowed as she thought about the last couple weeks. I guess I jinxed myself. I guess my life can get more complicated than it has! She thought about the man in front of her. He is the most complex and frustrating person I have ever met! I wish he wasn't so closed off, so that I could know what he truly feels, instead of both of us skirting around the issue, not wanting to admit anything to each other. I don't know about him, but it will kill me if he doesn't feel anything in the slightest for me. This is so frustrating! Why can't anything ever be easy in my life? My childhood! That was no picnic, seeing as how I was constantly ridiculed for having a tail, then my parents having it removed. That was 'real' fun. Meeting Goku, finding out what I really am, then having his friends, this man...Kenya looked back over at Vegeta. The roller coaster we have gone through since I came here, the arguing and yelling, why would he even want to bind himself to me? Kenya scowled, her gaze resting on the table. She slowly shook her head. This just makes everything even more complicated. Why can't he just leave well enough alone! What's this about not letting me leave that easily!? Has it gone over his head that all we do is argue! All we do is fight, if we're not having sex! Kenya felt her face heat, a frown appearing. Even that results in an argument! Damn! Is it because we are so much alike? Is that it, or is it a sort of love/hate relationship? Kenya sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. She looked up. Vegeta had stopped eating, apparently for a while now, as he watched her. He met her gaze, worry apparent in his eyes. Why does he display these sort of emotions for me one minute, then act like he hates me the next!? She watched a brow raise.

"You alright?" he said, his voice low. She studied him for a moment before blinking, looking back out the window. She nodded, feeling his hand reach underneath the table and squeeze her leg. She looked back at him. He had a serious expression on his face. Not a smirk, not a scowl, not even a frown. His face was, for once, showing a sort of real emotion. "You ready to leave?" he whispered, taking a sip of his water.

"I guess," Kenya murmured, standing and taking their ticket to the counter. She glanced back at him, noticing his eyes had followed her. She quickly looked away, thanking the waiter for her receipt and turning towards the door. Vegeta was already standing there, holding the door open as she walked up to him. She quirked a brow at him, walking outside. Vegeta looked around, then back down at her. "What do you wanna do now?" he asked softly.

Kenya avoided his gaze, shrugging. She started walking, slowly strolling down the sidewalk, hearing him fall in step beside her. They walked a little ways, Kenya stopping every now and then to look in some of the windows, but she didn't enter into any of the shops. Vegeta watched her pause at a window displaying a wedding dress on one side, and a nursery on the other. He watched her whirl away from it, quickly walking back towards the hotel. He studied the display for a moment, his lips quirking, before he caught up with his mate. He didn't say anything until they were back in the room.

"Kenya," he said gently, watching her sigh as she sat on the bed. She kicked off her shoes, raising a brow at him as he said her name, before clicking the television on. She laid back on the bed, her hair fanning out beneath her. He walked up to the side of the bed. Grabbing the remote, ignoring her protest, he cut the screen off. Throwing the remote behind him, he leaned over her. She scowled up at him, pouting a little bit.

"Why did you do that?" she demanded, crossing her arms. He smirked in amusement, looking down at the woman who he was quickly realizing he couldn't live without. He lowered his head.

"We need to talk," he said softly, watching her eyes sharpen on his face. He leaned back as she sat up. "About what?"

Vegeta studied her for a few minutes. Her brows furrowed at the continued silence. He sat beside her, leaning an arm across her, his hand resting on her other side. "We have a little problem to finish," he murmured.

Kenya snorted. "You have several! I don't have any!"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes, suddenly straddling her. She fell back on her elbows, staring up at him.

"Don't start that, little brat!"

"Start what?" she said innocently. Kenya heard him growl, a scowl appearing on his face.

"A fight," he said through clenched teeth. She smirked a little. "What do you mean!?"

He jerked her flat on the bed. "You know damn good and well what I'm talking about!" he whispered against her lips. Kenya closed her eyes, biting her lip. She heard him groan, and peered up at him through her lashes. He was studying her, his eyes shining from the light coming from outside. Half his face stood in shadow as the room darkened. Kenya gulped, a thrill running through her. Desire started in her abdomen, her heartbeat quickening as he continued to stare down at her. He suddenly sat up, moving to sit beside her. She blinked in surprise. She stared at the T.V, trying to get her heart to slow down. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! She scowled, sitting up. She didn't look at him as he sat against the headboard, moving the bed a little at his movements. His voice cut through the silence, making her jerk.

"So, have you made a decision?" he asked softly, his voice just above a whisper. She didn't move for a moment. Clearing her throat, she finally looked back at him. "About what?"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her. "You know what, you little minx!" He watched her turn away from him, shaking her head. A sinking feeling started in his chest. His eyes widened a little as he waited in the lengthening silence. He waited in the dark room, willing his heart to slow as she didn't say anything. He finally couldn't stand it anymore, and sat forward.

"Kenya," he said harshly. He grabbed her arm, turning her. His eyes widened a little as she smirked at him. A burning started in his gut. "Why you little-" he cut off, growling. He yanked her down, pinning her as he slapped his hands on either side of her head. He snarled down at her, eyes blazing. She continued to study him, a smirk on her face.

"Why the hell did you do that!?" he growled, watching her eyes light up with laughter.

"Do what?" she asked, an innocent expression passing over her features. Vegeta gritted his teeth, not saying anything, just glared down at her. After a few moments, he felt her squirm underneath him. He didn't move.

Kenya sighed. "Fine. It was payback," she said, looking at him with an expression that shouted, So what!.

"For what?" he asked through clenched teeth. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her put pressure on the back of his neck. He didn't budge. She scowled, a frown appearing.

"For not telling me how you feel, dammit!" she finally said, the words bursting out of her. "How do you think I feel? Not knowing if I'm just another notch on your bedpost, or if you want me to stick around! How do you think it feels, not knowing how you feel about me or what sort of relationship this is!" She felt his hands slid down her arms, squeezing slightly. She could feel tears threatening. "God, Vegeta! Why do you think I was going home!?" A sob escaped her, as she closed her eyes. She felt him move, his arm wrapping around her waist as he buried his face in her neck. She tightened her hold on his neck, choking back another sob. He held her to him, feeling her body shake slightly. He kissed her neck, a hand burying in her hair. He felt her move her head, her lips touching his ear. He heard her hesitate. "I love you," she whispered, feeling his arm tighten around her. Vegeta kissed her neck again, letting his tongue slid along her skin. She groaned, letting her head fall back. He kissed her exposed neck, lifting up and looking down at the woman in his arms. He waited until she opened her eyes, her face flushed with desire, her eyes heavy lidded, before lowering his head and gently kissing her. She clutched his neck, pouring all of her feelings into the kiss. He lifted up, bringing her with him as he settled her on his lap. He parted their lips, yanking her shirt over her head before capturing her mouth again, unclasping her bra and letting it fall on the bed. She ran her hands up his arms, feeling the muscles bunch underneath her hands. Groaning, she rubbed his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt rasping against his skin. He yanked it over his head, burying his hands in her hair again as he made love to her mouth. She rubbed against him, groaning as she felt the hard ridges of his body. His hands went to her waist, untying her pants before yanking them down. She slowly stood on the bed, stepping out of them as he flung them off the side of the mattress. Her hands clutched his shoulders as he looked up at her, hunger apparent in his eyes. She felt a blush rise on her cheeks as he rubbed a hand over her bare behind. He smirked, squeezing, watching as she bit her lip. "You planned that, didn't you?" she whispered, narrowing her eyes down at him. She watched a smile slowly slide across his face, before her legs were yanked out from under her. She landed on her back, Vegeta appearing over her before she could take a breath. He swooped down and licked her collar bone, making her groan. She rubbed his back as he kissed down her chest. Her stomach muscles quivered as he kissed and licked down her skin. She gasped, lifting her head to look at him as he ran his lips across the top of her panties. "Vegeta?" He met her eyes, before trailing a hand up her thigh. Her breath hitched, watching him. He squeezed her thigh, sliding his hand over the top of the fabric. He kept their gazes locked as he grabbed the underwear, slowly pulling it down her legs. She felt a blush rise at his face being so close to her center. She bit her lip, feeling as shy as when they had woken up next to each other, that first time. She watched, eyes widening, as he leaned down and licked her. Gasping and groaning, her head fell back. A hand grabbed his hair as her breath hitched, her body strung taunt as he continued to lick her, grabbing her legs and spreading her. "Oh God!" she sobbed, a hand clenching the sheets. A moan escaped her as she felt her release close. Moaning again, Vegeta's lips crushed hers as he plunged into her. Tingling burst in her abdomen as he thrust into her, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. Her head thrashed from side to side, her hair in wild disarray. He increased his pace, watching the woman beneath him. A scream ripped from her throat, her back arching off the bed as she came. He groaned seconds later, breathing heavily as he followed her. He rested his weight on his arms, gazing down at Kenya. She had her eyes closed, mouth open a little as she gasped for breath, her face flushed a rosy color. He leaned forward and gently kissed her, hearing her moan. Vegeta jerked the covers down, lifting Kenya up and resting her on the cool sheets, laying beside her as she sighed, snuggling up against him. He gently pushed the hair away from her face, studying her as she closed her eyes, her body relaxing after a while as she fell asleep. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, pulling the covers over both of them. Pausing, he studied the wall for a moment before looking back down at his mate. "I love you too," he whispered, settling back down against her and wrapping an arm around her waist, before sighing, letting his eyes close. Kenya cracked her eyes open, a gentle smile appearing on her face before she snuggled deeper in the covers, feeling his arm tighten around her before slipping back into sleep.

A/N: Hope you liked it! I went a little more *clears throat* in depth with their relationship. Man! What a roller coaster! Please REVIEW and tell me what you think! Oh! And also let me know if you think I'm putting too many Lemons in this story! I'm not trying to make this a sex story, it's just that, like I said before, Kenya and Vegeta's relationship is a passionate and intense one, so please let me know!

P.S- I was listening to "How deep is your love" by Sean Paul while writing this. Maybe that explains it!

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