Hello to all my faithful readers, oh how I've missed you so. What can I say, I have absolutely no excuse but pure laziness and lack of inspiration.

Anyway I hope to update more frequently now that I have my momentum back.

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I hope you enjoy.

Timeline: 1955, Vegeta, age 30

Little Man Parts

"Vegeta, I would like you to meet Bulma Briefs…my fiancé.

For the very first time in his entire life, Vegeta was irrefutably at loss for words. 'Fiancé? That cannot possibly be what Frieza had just called this woman.' He thought.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that, I must've misheard you. Did you just say fiancé?"

Blinking rapidly out of his thoughts Vegeta shook his head as he awaited Frieza's response.

In the meantime, Bulma took the courteousy of answering Vegeta's question for him, absolutely loving the perplexing look upon his face.

"Oh no, you heard right, Mr. Vegeena, is it? I am his fiancé." She clarified as she showed off her massive engagement ring, shoving it right in his line of vision.

"It's Vegeta, you mouthy, little, bi . . ." he growled out, but never finished his sentence as Frieza immediately intervened seeing how ugly this was becoming.

"Now, now Vegeta, I know you two just met, but that is no way to speak to my soon to be wife." Frieza warned.

Seeing as how Frieza had put his guest in his place, Bulma took it upon herself to take her leave. "I'll be in the parlor waiting for you, my love." She stated before making her way out of Frieza's personal office, but not before giving him a luscious kiss, while eying Vegeta through the corner of her eye. Vegeta saw the unspoken message in the blue haired beauty's eyes, as he witnessed their disgusting display of affection. This, whatever 'this' was between them, wasn't over.

Not by a long shot.

As the door closed upon Bulma's departure, Frieza made his way to his side table to poor himself a glass of water. It was rare that Vegeta came to his home to see him, so he knew it had to be something serious.

"So, Vegeta, alone at last. Not sure why you're here since I don't have you on my agenda today, but anyhow, what is this meeting about?" Frieza inquired.

"Yes, well I came to. . .wait, you mean you didn't know that we had a meeting today? Isn't it in your log?" Vegeta asked, perplexed as to why Frieza wasn't aware of their meeting. This wasn't good. Frieza hated unplanned meetings, something about it throwing his whole day off. If Frieza wasn't even aware of Vegeta's visit, that just made it even harder for him to break the news about his expansion. Oh this was bad.

"No, Vegeta, it wasn't." Frieza answered sternly. He hated being questioned of his surety of things.

"Do you think me that incompetent that I don't know what is and what isn't on my own agenda for the day?" He asked, annoyed.

"No, it's just, I thought you. . ." Vegeta growled, as realization slowly hit him.

"That douche bag, Ginyu, you call head of your security, must have 'accidentally' forgot to add me on your list of people to meet with today. I'll remember that one on my way out." He uttered that last part to himself.

"Well, never mind that now. Let's get down to business." Frieza responded, not wanting to waist anymore time.

"Yes, well the purpose of my visit is to inform you of my plans for expansion with the business." Vegeta paused for a moment to let that bit of information sink in. When he didn't get a response from Frieza, he continued.

"My transactions are mainly domestic, within the busiest cities in the nation, but my desire is to conduct business overseas, however, let me assure you that I'm not in any way planning on taking over any of your territories or stepping on your toes. Believe me this isn't in any form, me wanting to be your competitor, I just…"

"Oh but isn't it, Vegeta?" Frieza probed.

"You come to my home, with the intentions of announcing your plans for expansion. Surely you didn't come for my permission because you and I both know that it's not necessary, since you are your own boss and the leader of your own crew. All you do is buy my supply, sell it, and pay me a percentage of your profit. Of course, if you expand overseas, then there will be no need to come to me for your supply, since you'll be able to buy directly from the suppliers themselves." Frieza concluded as he explained the rundown of their normal business routine.

"But you see that's not my. . ." Vegeta tried to explain, but Frieza wasn't finished.

"So please, Vegeta, do tell me how this isn't, 'in any form', you becoming my competitor. My patience is wearing thin." Frieza threatened.

This wasn't good. Vegeta could see Frieza slowly growing annoyed with this whole expansion meeting. He had to find a way to convince him that he wasn't going to be his competitor or, eventually, try to take over his empire.

"Look, my plans for expansion include, trading weaponry, laundering money of higher currency and even taking jobs of taking out any unwanted leaders in different countries. No drugs will be bought overseas. As I have said before I have no intention of competing with you in that department." Vegeta reassured.

"As you have said before, I don't require your permission. However, out of respect I am indulging you in my future plans for expansion and that is all." Vegeta finished.

"Is that so? Well then, if that is all Vegeta, consider me fully indulged. You have my blessing. But know this." Frieza threatened. "If I even think for a second that you are becoming, even a small problem, I'll have no second thoughts about taking you out. Do I make myself clear?" Frieza concluded with his underlying caveat.

"Yes, Frieza, you have." Vegeta responded fully aware of what was to come if things went awry in his expansion.

"Good then, well if you don't mind excusing yourself, I have more important dealings that I must tend to today. I'm sure you know your way out." Frieza surmised as he stood up, gesturing toward the door.

"Of course." Vegeta nodded as he took his departure, glad to be out of Frieza's presence.

As he made his way to the main entrance, he caught sight of something blue in his peripheral, to his left. He turned his head in that direction and made eye contact with the blue haired woman, and for the second time today, he felt like he was in such a trance that he would and could do anything she asked of him. 'No wonder Frieza fell so hard', he thought.

Shaking his head out of his thoughts, he saw her dangling her fingers in the form of a goodbye, with a dangerous smirk on her face. He knew that was her way of saying that this wasn't over between them. Vegeta accepted her challenge by awarding her with a two finger salute, silently replying that it indeed was not.

Vegeta made his way out of Frieza's home and down the steps just as the valet brought his car around. He tipped the young valet and made his way out of the compound, with the primary objective of meeting with his men and discussing their next move to begin their expansion.

Frieza had every right to be hesitant with Vegeta wanting to expand his business overseas, because Vegeta had every intention of taking down the sick bastard's empire and making him pay for everything he'd made him do. From such a young age, Frieza had slowly turned Vegeta into a mad, crazed, killing machine, making him kill even women and young children. Vegeta became every bit the opposite of the man that his mother wanted him to be, and that was his biggest disappointment.

Vegeta planned on starting off small with his expansion, starting with a country or two to begin trading his weaponry, money laundering and the occasional assassin jobs. Gradually, he would buy his time and earn the trust of his new overseas clients, while networking at the same time to gain more clientele. After gaining their trust, he would start to make deals about the drug supply and even pay a little over what Frieza was paying.

That way they would start to stock the product away especially for him since he would pay the most money for it. Vegeta would then, anonymously of course, buy out the entire product, or at least most of it before Frieza could get his clutches on it. Then he would resupply them throughout North America, mainly Mexico, which is where the most money would be made.

Frieza would have no idea it was him, since he caused him to be distracted by his interest in only expanding for weaponry and hit jobs. Now Vegeta knew Frieza was far from inept and would strongly keep his eyes wide open and on him, which is why he would be making his purchases anonymously. Although he would still need to buy from Frieza and give him his percentage, if Vegeta's plan worked, Frieza wouldn't have much to supply to Vegeta since he would buying most of the supply directly overseas. Once Frieza's profits start to diminish, Vegeta would take him out slowly and end his existence once and for all.

With Vegeta's plan set in motion, he made his way toward the exit of the compound, with the sole purpose of meeting with his men to discuss the strategy of this plan, but not before paying the front entrance security a little visit. Approaching the security booth, he spotted Ginyu and gestured for him to come toward his window. Ginyu cockily made his way over to Vegeta, knowing full well that the Saiyan could do no major damage to him. Frieza didn't make him head of security for no reason.

"What do you want, Vagina?" Ginyu joked.

Vegeta uttered something really low under his breath. Ginyu was unable to hear so he stepped closer toward the vehicle.

"What was that?" Ginyu asked.

Vegeta spoke again, but this time lower than before. This time Ginyu stuck his head all the way in Vegeta's window fully intent on telling him off, but before he could say anything. Vegeta rolled up his car window and drove off, with Ginyu's head still inside.

"Ah, you son of a bitch, let me out!" Ginyu tried to roar out but ended up choking, what with his throat being crushed by the glass of the window.

Vegeta laughed as he drove down the block with Ginyu's head still inside.

"What was that Ginyu? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you." Vegeta asked playfully, he was enjoying this too much.

"Shlow dorrgghhnnn!" Ginyu gargled out. He was losing oxygen and his legs were getting tired from trying to keep pace with the car.

"Go faster? Sure, why not." Vegeta sped up a little bit causing Ginyu to yell out.

Vegeta finally stopped when he reached the end of the block and released Ginyu's head but not before punching his face and knocking him out.

"The name's Vegeta, asshole." Vegeta said to the unconscious man as he turned the corner and sped off.

On The Other Side of the Block . . .

"Aren't we going to do something? That has got to be illegal." Said the bald man sitting in the passenger seat of the black unmarked car that was parked right up the block from Frieza's compound. He witnessed the entire exchange between Vegeta and Ginyu.

"Why should we? Anyone who works for Frieza deserves worst treatment than that anyway. Hell, I probably would've run his ass over." Said the scar faced man sitting in the driver seat of the unmarked car. Yamcha Greene along with his long time partner Krillin Mack waited patiently, giving Vegeta enough distance before tailing him to his next destination. Both men had been staking out the place from last night, taking pictures and notes, describing everyone and everything that transpired.

Yamcha couldn't stand Frieza and everything he stood for, but most of all he hated Vegeta with a passion. It kills him every day that no matter how many laws these men broke, they always seemed to find a way to walk from it.

But no more.

This year Yamcha was determined to take down Frieza's entire empire, and taking down Vegeta was his absolute favorite part.

Yamcha's vendetta against Vegeta was the only thing fueling this investigation of Frieza and the Saiyans. He and Vegeta had a very dark past. One Vegeta made sure that Yamcha would never forget.

Flashback . . .

Vegeta sat patiently as he awaited the arrival of the irritating detective, whose sole purpose in life seemed to be to annoy the hell out of him. He knew exactly how to deal with men like Yamcha Greene. He would strip him of his manhood, right in front of him. Vegeta sat up as he heard the keys to the front door rattling, signaling someone's entrance. As the door opened he could see the shadowed silhouette of his latest victim.

Yamcha turned on the light, not expecting to see his arch nemesis sitting right across from him on his living room couch. He didn't need to ask how Vegeta gained access inside his home, for Vegeta was professional criminal. Breaking into someone's apartment was child's play compared to what he could really do.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Vegeta?" Yamcha queried the man.

"I came here to teach you a lesson." Vegeta retorted as he leapt off the couch and onto the center table, drop kicking Yamcha dead in the face. Yamcha fall back, hitting the ground hard and before he was able to react, Vegeta was already above him, dealing him blow after blow, fracturing his jaw, breaking his nose and leaving him two permanent scars on his face. Once Vegeta was done with his assault, he sat the beaten man up and gagged him so that he couldn't speak or utter a sound.

"Let me fill you in on what I plan to do here tonight. You see that pretty little wife of yours?" Vegeta pointed at the wedding photo of Yamcha and his wife.

"I'm going to wait until she comes home, and when she does I'm going to fuck her right in front of you." He began.

"No, no I'm not going to rape her. You see, Yamcha, it's not rape when the woman is actually begging for it." Vegeta teased. He loved how red Yamcha was getting about his plans to screw his own wife in front of him.

"How, you say? Oh don't you worry about that. I never have trouble in that department." Vegeta continued to taunt.

"And don't worry, she won't see you. No. She won't even know you're home. But you will see and hear everything. And if you make so much as a peep or even blink loudly to alert her of your presence, I'll slit her throat right in front of you, and then I'll cut your dick off." He threatened.

"Do I make myself clear?" Vegeta asked his rhetorical question.

Yamcha said something incoherently, that of course could not be deciphered, what with him being gagged and all.

"Hmm, I'll take that has a yes, since I'm assuming you wouldn't want your wife to die or your little man parts to be removed." Vegeta jested.

He grabbed Yamcha by the hair and roughly pulled him into his bedroom and stuffed him in his closet. The closet door had shutters so one would be able to see out from inside the closet but one could not see in from outside of the closet. Vegeta carried on back to the living room to await Yamcha's wife.

An hour later, the door opened up revealing a red haired, green eyed woman. To Vegeta's amazement, she wasn't bad looking at all, in fact, she was very beautiful. Much different than the wedding photo he pointed out earlier and too beautiful to be with a guy like Yamcha Greene. 'This is actually going to be better than I planned. Thought I was going to have to fuck an ugly woman for a second there.' Vegeta thought, relieved of the new turn out.

The woman gasped in horror upon noticing Vegeta's presence. She knew exactly who he was. Who didn't know the leader of the Saiyans? He might as well be a Prince. With the way she fantasized about him every night, especially during the nights she had to make love to her husband, there was no mistaking that he was indeed standing in her living room right now.

"Ca-can I he-help you?" She stammered out. Although this man was the object of her fantasies, he was also a well known, ruthless killer, and he could very well be here to kill her right now.

Vegeta gave her that sexy smirk that she always dreamed about, as he slowly swaggered in her direction.

"Yes, you can." He replied before kissing her sensually.

The redhead couldn't believe what was happening. This man, a stranger, well not really, was in her home and giving her the kiss of her life. Sure, she dreamed about days like this, but they were only dreams, she never thought that they would come true, and she was married for God sakes!

"Wait . . .please . . . we have to stop." She begged between kisses breathing heavily as Vegeta backed her up to the nearest wall, lifting her up while kissing and sucking on her neck. The woman was scared shitless. There was a killer in her house who, by the looks of it, planned to rape her. Her heart was beating so loud out of her chest. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to fight him off. She knew that she should. But she couldn't help how turned on she was getting by this whole ordeal.

What woman hasn't fantasized about a tall, dark, and handsome, mysterious man sneaking into their bedroom at night and tantalizingly making love to their body all night long? Making her scream their name in pure bliss, as he makes her cum over, and over and over again. Kissing her, licking her, touching her in all the places that make her hot. Making her body crave his body more and more.

What woman doesn't like that feeling of the loss of control her body gets when a man, a real man, does your body right and she's unable to stop the intense orgasm that shoots through her whole body, while he tells her in her ear that 'her body is his' and that 'no man could make her cum hard like he could'? What woman didn't want to yell out 'Oh yes, fuck me Vegeta, don't stop. Fuck me hard baby, make me cum!'?

Every woman has had that dark fantasy at least one in their life. Especially about Vegeta!

The redhead dreamed, about this day for the past five years since she first saw him at a club one night. And now her dreams were playing out right now. Her mind was reasoning with her to stop this, but her body had other plans.

"Please stop. My husband will be home any minute." She tried to warn but even she didn't believe her own threat. She knew that she didn't want to stop, not for anything. But she also knew that no good could come from this infidelity.

"Is that so? Well then, I guess that makes this all the more thrilling, now doesn't it?" He breathed out against her neck as he lightly brushed his finger against her hardening nipples, giving them a light pinch when he began to hear her moan.

She bit her lip when she felt her nipples being pinched, grinding her hips into his growing erection below.

"Oh God, take me. Take me now!" She finished her mind losing the battle against her body.

"Gladly." Vegeta responded, lifting her from off the wall and taking her into her bedroom where he planned to have steamy, raw, passionate sex with the woman, while her poor husband watched the entire exchange.

Six hours, and eight orgasms between the two, six of which were hers, Vegeta decided to take his leave after he was confident that the woman was fast asleep and fully satiated. He untangled himself from the sheets and her clutches, gathering his clothes and making his way out of the bedroom, but not before bending down and giving the woman the woman a light kiss on her forehead, whispering out 'this was fun' while looking at the closet that Yamcha was in, watching the whole ordeal.

When Yamcha was sure that Vegeta was out of his home, he walked out of the closet and removed the gag from his mouth. He walked over to his bed and saw his wife laying there, in their bed, motionless in the deepest sleep he had ever seen her. It killed him to have to watch Vegeta fuck his wife. And he couldn't make a sound else he'd become a dickless widower and he knew not to take Vegeta's threats lightly.

But what hurt him the most was how much she liked it. How loud Vegeta made her scream out his name. She never screamed like that when they made love, she never even came like that when they did. Now that he knows how she really sounds when she cums, he figured she'd probably been faking it throughout their entire five year marriage. He was disgusted by how much she enjoyed it. How she told him no one has ever made her feel this good. How she willingly accepted when Vegeta told her that her pussy was his. Worst of all, that she told him how much she fantasized about this night.

It destroyed him that the love of his life, freely let a man take advantage of her like that. And not just any man, no. She let Vegeta, of all people do this to her, to them. But as he stood over her watching her, he was at loss of what to do. He could never forgive her for this, but at the same time he still loved her so much. It was his love for her that kept him quiet the whole time while Vegeta took her over and over again.

Yamcha didn't know what to do and with that thought he left to go to a bar and drink all of his sorrows away. The love of his life had cheated on him with his worst enemy, he couldn't pleasure his own wife, or any other woman for that matter as Vegeta so kindly just showed him, and he also had the unfortunate chance of seeing how well endowed Vegeta was compared to him. 'Little man parts', as Vegeta so eloquently stated earlier, was putting it mildly.

His marriage was over. Vegeta, successfully stripped him of his dignity, and that was the end of that.

. . . End of Flashback.

'You're going down this time, Vegeta.' Yamcha internally chanted to himself as he spotted Vegeta's car and continued to follow him.

Vegeta's Car . . .

As Vegeta drove to Pete's Diner for breakfast with his men, to hash out his plans, he couldn't seem to get the blue haired female out of his head. 'What was her name again? Buruma?' He thought to himself. He couldn't remember. He knew she was nothing more than a gold digger trying to get a hand out. 'Why should I care if Frieza marries the broad, hell this might be the distraction that I need to start making moves overseas.' He surmised. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

That wasn't it though and Vegeta knew it. What was plaguing him the most was where Frieza had met this woman. Vegeta liked to think that he knew at least every gorgeous female in the entire city. Not once had he laid eyes on such a beautiful, sexy, mouthy broad like the blue haired beauty. In fact, he could think of a few things that she could do with those cherry bomb lips of hers.

He knew that they would meet again, seeing as how she was now Frieza's fiancé, he would be seeing her around a lot more. And this time he'd be ready and fully prepared for their next heated encounter.

At the diner Vegeta could already see Raditz wolfing down his breakfast, while Nappa leisurely sat across from him reading the paper. Vegeta parked his car across from the diner and made his way toward the entrance. He made sure to glance over to his left, making direct eye contact with Yamcha Greene and his bald headed partner parked up the block in the black unmarked car. He knew Yamcha was tailing him the whole time, and since he wasn't doing anything wrong he gave him a little head nod as his greeting before disappearing into the diner.

"Heya boss." Raditz greeted between a forkfuls of pancakes. Nappa scooted over to give Vegeta room to sit, just as the waitress made her way over to refill Raditz's coffee cup and take Vegeta's order.

"What'll it be today Mr. Vegeta, sir?" The young waitress asked.

"Steak and eggs, medium rare and over easy." Vegeta replied.

"And to drink, sir?" Said the waitress as she scribbled down his order.

"I'll have some coffee, black with two sugars, thanks." He finished.

"No problem sir, coming right up." The waitress collected the remaining menus from the table and made her way into the kitchen to put in his order.

"So how'd the meeting go this morning boss?" Nappa inquired eager to get right down to business.

"Better than expected actually. I got Frieza right where I want him. Oh and get this, the prick's engaged." Vegeta informed his crew.

Raditz, who was drinking the remainder of his coffee while Vegeta delivered the news, spit his coffee out off to the side all over a passing waiter. He kept it moving, knowing better than to challenge a Saiyan and simply dapped at his uniform with his towel.

"What!" Raditz yelled out.

"He's getting married? To what? A money machine? I mean seriously, who would marry Frieza? Raditz rambled out his questions, shocked that someone would marry Frieza. He didn't even know the bastard wanted to get married. Hell, he didn't even know the bastard liked women.

"Wait, it is a woman right?" He asked thinking about his previous thought.

"Yes and she's not bad looking either." Vegeta answered. Nappa didn't fail to notice the glint in Vegeta's eyes when he spoke that last part, but left it alone.

"Anyway, that's not important. What's important is that we get started with our expansion. The sooner the better." Vegeta began as he strategically broke down his entire plan to his crew, taking every input they had into consideration.

All the while Yamcha sat in his car as he watched the crew, knowing that they were devising their next plan of action but pissed off since he couldn't her or even read their lips to make out what they were saying.

"So what's the plan, Greene?" Krillin asked his partner already growing bored of this investigation. He didn't understand why Yamcha volunteered to take this case, but he saw that Yamcha was determined to take this man down.

"Not sure yet, but until we figure out what their next move is, we wait and see." Yamcha retorted.

Hours Later . . .

Vegeta finally reached home after a long morning. Upon entry of his condo, he saw a beautifully crafted envelope on the floor. 'Hmm, must be an invitation' he thought to himself as he bent down to pick it up. As he stood up, he walked over to his bar to poor himself a glass of Scotch. He picked up the envelope and opened it. He did not expect what he saw inside.

Dear, Vegeta

You are cordially invited to the

Engagement Ceremony for

Frieza Cold and Bulma Briefs

Great!

Booya…Chapter 5 completed. Thank God!

Anyway for those of you perverts, like me, in case you're wondering, YES there will be lemons in this fic but ONLY between Bulma and Vegeta. I don't write lemons of Vegeta with other women. That is complete TABOO! I only imply it But that's it!

Also I'd like to point out that everything that I write is for a reason and that you should pay attention to every detail in this fic.

Marilyn Monroe was in the last chapter for a reason. I described Vegeta's condo in detail with her portraits hanging up for a reason. What ever happened to Vegeta's dad? You'll find out later. What are Vegeta's dreams about? You'll find out later but just make sure to pay attention.

Don't worry you'll see plenty of Bulma and Vegeta in later chapters, I just need these chapters for character development.

Next Chapter, the inside scoop on Ms. Bulma Briefs herself. What's her story? AND WHY THE HELL IS SHE MARRYING FRIEZA?

Anyway I love you all and please do review. Until Next Time.