Sorry, there were some technical difficulties and I couldn't access this chapter until an hour ago. But I got it as soon as I could, and here it is! Won't happen again. Also, I've finally finished DBZ! Amazing.

In this chapter, things start to get a little more interesting! But I'll stop blathering about this and just let you read it.

Ka-POW!

Opposites Attract

Chapter Three

A few uneventful days later, Bulma woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty. She stepped into a pair of fuzzy slippers next to her bed and shuffled to the bathroom to get a glass of water. Gulping it down, she closed her eyes and spun in a slow circle. A flash of movement caught her eye and she turned towards the huge glass window that lead to her balcony.

A shadow alighted gracefully onto a nearby rooftop, sillohuetted against the full moon. There was just enough light for Bulma to see the lean, muscular stature and the jet-black hair pointed to the sky. It was him.

Vegeta perched on the roof, hands folded, arms resting on his thighs and leaning forward, staring up at the sky.

He almost looked like a different person from the man she had seen just a few days ago, all the blood and sweat washed away. He wore a simple black bodysuit, though no armor. With the exhaustion gone from his face, he seemed years younger. But there was something else, too.

The expression on his face was almost... peaceful. His usual defiant smirk was missing, to be replaced with serenity. In fact, Bulma would say that he might have looked sad, if she didn't know any better.

And that's when it happened.

Bulma became aware of a strange feeling. Much like the booming sound of Vegeta training that never got past her subconscious, but different. A sort of ache in her chest. An ache that got stronger when she looked at Vegeta. And, all of a sudden, realization struck her, hard and cold across the face.

She liked him.

"Oh no," Bulma muttered, turning on her heel and beginning to pace. "Oh no, no, no. This is bad. This is very bad," but it was too late. She was starting to... to care about him. And that was a very dangerous thing to be doing.

For the first time, Bulma began to sympathize with him. Oh, Bulma knew that he had done some bad things. But that didn't nessecarily mean that he was all bad. Then she remembered that he had blasted his partner, Nappa, to pieces without batting an eye when he got defeated by Goku. He had decided, on a whim, to spare her and Kuririn's lives because he was in a good mood. How he had threatened to kill her at least three times.

But, even though her mind told her that there was no way this could end well, Bulma felt... drawn to him. She looked at him, sitting on the roof, and her heart sped up. Just being within sight of him made her feel nervous and jittery.

She traced the shape of his body with her eyes, drinking in the sight of him. His hair, a dark flame burning forever and always, his strong jawline, his legs, everything. He kept staring up at the moon, seemingly lost in thought. And Bulma wanted more.

Hardly aware of her actions, she slid open the window and stepped out onto the balcony. Wind swept past her, the hem of her satin nightgown flapping against her bare legs.

"Vegeta!" she whispered, the breeze taking the word from her lips.

Instantly, Vegeta whipped around faster than lightning, his eyes wide, face twisted in rage... and then he vanished.

"What-?" Bulma had scarcely turned her head to look for him when he appeared in front of her, out of thin air. He'd moved too fast for her to see.

He'd grown taller since they got back from Namek, before he was just bigger than Kuririn but now he was as tall as Bulma herself.

He was standing there, barely one and a half feet away, glaring dangerously. But that just made Bulma want him more.

"Er, hi," she said nervously, waving a little. Although, it was more like a spasm than a wave.

"What is it?" he snapped. And Bulma came to her senses. What on earth was she doing? This was stupid. She shouldn't have gotten out of bed. But she was here now, and it was up to Bulma to get herself out of this mess.

What happened? Was she in love with him? She stared at Vegeta, trying to make some sense out of all this. He was beautiful, even more so than before. The moonlight softened his sharp features and made him seem to almost glow. His dark hair was ruffled from the wind, a few hairs had blown loose and were settled around his face, fluttering in the breeze. Despite the speed that he'd moved, he was completely still, not out of breath at all. Bulma cleared her throat. She was getting distracted.

"Well, you see... the thing is..." right away, she knew she was in trouble. She couldn't exactly tell the truth. That she... felt things about him. Maybe not love, but there was definitely something. If there wasn't, she would be having an easier time resisting the urge to jump him. Looking at his handsome (yet growing more and more impatient) face, she knew she couldn't lie to him.

And before she could think of a million reasons why she shouldn't do this, she bridged the last few feet between them, flung her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his.

Vegeta made a noise in the back of his throat, whether a squeak of shock, a growl of anger or a moan of pleasure, Bulma couldn't say. His arms found their way to her shoulders, either to push her away or pull her closer, but Bulma didn't wait to find out.

"Please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just for tonight. It doesn't matter what what happens afterwards, but tonight... I need you," Bulma wrapped her arms around his body, almost shaking with lust. She had never felt so vulnerable with someone, certainly not with Yamcha, and she wasn't sure that she liked it. But she couldn't help herself.

Vegeta sighed, but he didn't pull away. After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke.

"All right," he agreed, and he drew her to him, pinning her arms against his chest. Bulma shivered in delight at his touch, and crushed her mouth against his, kissing him as if her life depended on it. While she was at it, her hands slipped free and explored his back, stroked his cheek, slid into his hair. It was soft and warm from his body heat, it had an almost alien quality about it. The strands moved out of the way when her fingers got near to them, and gently curled around her hand when she moved, as if wanting her to stay. It was very unlike Vegeta.

Vegeta stayed completely still, just letting her do as she pleased, his arms solid as rock, locking her to him. His eyes closed, he returned the kiss, but slowly, with restraint. Also not like him at all. It was very strange.

Bulma shut her eyes tightly, wanting to block out any distractions. She gave all of her attention to Vegeta, immersing herself in him. She savoured the taste of him, which she couldn't describe. It was as alien as him, though for some reason it reminded Bulma of soil after a rainstorm. She concentrated on how he felt beneath her hands, the one cradling his lower back and the other still tangled in his hair, which happened to rival a cat's stomach in terms of softness.

She noticed that she had pushed Vegeta against the wall. She didn't want to stop. Bulma couldn't remember the last time she had felt this attracted to someone. Her heart hammered as if it would burst out of her chest with happiness at any moment. She wanted to go all the way with him.

Bulma had only had sex once before. Yamcha had been away training, and she had felt so bored and lonely that she went to a bar. It was with a man she had never met or seen since. It hadn't lived up to her expectations, not at all. But she had at least had the foresight to use a condom, so she didn't have a bastardized child on her hands.

Afterwards she had felt horrible; ashamed, regretful, terribly guilty. She couldn't even look Yamcha in the eye for weeks. And when she finally started working up the courage to tell him, she found out that he was sleeping with another woman. That sealed things, she had slapped him across the face and dumped him.

Bulma broke herself away from Vegeta long enough to open the sliding glass door. Leading him by the hand, she walked back to her room. Pulling the door shut, she kicked off her slippers. Bulma turned to Vegeta and smiled hesitantly, suddenly nervous. She took a few small steps forward.

"Is this okay?" she asked quietly, tugging a bit on the collar of his suit. Bulma did most of the talking with her eyes, looking at him hopefully, making her request clear. He stared her in the eye, the intensity of his gaze making Bulma blush a little and duck her head.

"Sure," he said nonchalantly, a smirk on his face. Vegeta obviously noticed her shyness.

Bulma couldn't help but note his not exactly enthusiastic response, but she didn't let it give her much pause. He didn't seem like the kind of guy to show things like that, anyway. Besides, he was sliding her nightgown off her shoulders while rubbing circles on her back, so she wasn't really thinking about things like that at the moment. Bulma grasped his upper arms to steady herself. She grinned at him, her nerves disappearing as quickly as they came. Once her dress was pooled around her bare feet, she returned the favour and helped Vegeta out of his bodysuit in much the same way he did to her, tracing the defined lines of his back.

And they did it. Bulma was completely overwhelmed with the sensation of it all, this was eons better than her one-night stand. No doubt about it, being with Vegeta was more incredible than Bulma could have dreamed, he seemed to be the lover from heaven. Although he didn't really do anything different than what Bulma had gotten from the stranger, there was something here that was missing before. It seemed almost like they were meant for each other, which was odd. After all, they weren't even the same species. At that point, Bulma turned off her brain and gave herself over to instinct.

Hours later, Bulma was curled up against Vegeta's warm chest in her bed. She giggled to herself, a bit giddy. She had just screwed Vegeta, the uncaring hot-tempered prince of the Saiyans!

"Heh... I guess you did do something naughty after all," Bulma yawned sleepily. Just as she was drifting off, Vegeta's voice came to her from the darkness.

"Whatever,"