When Bulma came into the den, a towel wrapped around her body in the form of a dress, she was carrying the dragon radar in one hand. "It's just as I thought." She said, glaring down at its screen. "See, for anything, there is a tipping point. It's well known that electronical devices can overheat. Well, they can suffer from the opposite of that if they're exposed to temperatures that are cold enough."

She walked over to the table but didn't sit down. Instead she stood facing it, narrowing an eye as she clicked the button on the radar with no success. "The dragon radar might just warm up on its own, but I'd like to open it up and make sure there's no damages to the circuit."

The saiyan eyed her from where he stood by the couch, fighting back a groan to see that fuzzy towel laying on her curves. Now, why did this seem to distract him even more than her naked figure in the bath did?! All he wanted to do was see that wretched piece of cloth being torn from her skin. "How long will it be out for?" He muttered through gritted teeth.

"Mm..." Bulma shrugged. "Well, it might be a few days if the circuit has damage. I have all the parts I'd need to fix it, but it's been a while since the last time I messed with this thing. It'll take me a bit to reacquaint myself with the design."

"We don't have a few days..." Vegeta replied stiffly. Now he was stepping towards the Bluehead, who still had her back turned to him as she continued to inspect the radar. "We are here right now, Woman... We can't keep suffering from these setbacks..."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it, is there?" She shrugged. "That's just our luck, isn't it?"

And that was the precise moment when her eyes widened. Frozen in place with her fingers clutching the radar, Bulma's breath caught in her throat as she felt a rough palm dragging across her shoulder.

It was just that – the calloused bottom of a hand, rough fingertips leading the trail. Vegeta was touching her, and this was so unlike him to do. The Bluehead could feel a warm breath of air hitting the back of her neck, she could smell the scent of his body as he stood so close.

It was amazing that such a simple gesture could have her stomach tightening so immediately with anticipation. His was hand moving across her shoulder now, and around to her chin. Bulma felt as the top of his chest began to ease down onto her back.

"We need to get something else out of the way first." Vegeta's husky voice commented, the muscles of his chest sinking even deeper into her skin. He was sliding his hand down the front of her neck now, only stopping when he reached the area just above her bosom.

There was no reason to question what that certain something was. She didn't need any elaborating, and she wasn't appalled at the idea of it either. In fact, she was pleased with the way things were going. She wasn't going to complain! "That would push back the completion time. I thought you wanted this done as soon as possible." Bulma said with a smirk, placing one of her hands on his own.

"Screw it." He hissed in her ear.

"And I thought you said you shouldn't have kissed me." She replied as she placed the radar on the table with her free hand.

"And that was true." He set his lips on her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth. "I shouldn't have."

Bulma gasped, and her eyelids fluttered shut. Her grip on his hand tightened, and she leaned back into his chest. He was proceeding with a lot more self-assurance than she would have expected. If his stone demeanor wasn't enough to make her think he'd be a lot less eager in doing something like this, then the way he had reacted when he'd kissed her back in the garage was. But now he was acting with no hesitation at all... He was only working with desire, and it was certainly waking her up.

The Bluehead turned to face the saiyan, taking both of his hands and placing them on her hips. She raised a sly eyebrow. "So, you've changed your mind."

He was watching her with an expression that she didn't quite recognize. It was as if he were unworldly angry, yet amused at the same time. Stern, yet light hearted. His already dark eyes were exponentially deeper than she'd ever seen, and the side of his mouth raised into a crooked smirk. "Well," He growled, tightening his fingers around the curves of her hips. "You seemed to enjoy it last time."

"You're the one who showed remorse." She shot back. "Not me."

"So, you don't regret it." Vegeta hissed, his smirk widening. "Good."

That was when he put a hand to the back of her head and pulled her in. For the third time ever he kissed her, and there would be no abrupt end to this like there had been before. Bulma's fingers trailed up Vegeta's torso and to collar of his shirt, pressing down on the material of his deep blue garb that he was always wearing.

Her tongue was the first to explore the other's mouth, finding the slit of his lips and sliding across it threateningly. Bulma stepped closer to the saiyan, and this was when she felt the true extent of his desires for the first time.

It hit her in the lower stomach, a specific type of nudge that the Bluehead hadn't felt in a very long time. Pleased with his undeniable enthusiasm, Bulma rocked herself against his groin – just to be sure that his craving was as strong as possible.

"Good." He growled before deepening their kiss. His tongue began to dance with hers now, his hand still firmly holding the back of her head as if she might require the added support. He began to move his feet, guiding the both of them back towards the table. Bulma resisted, placing a hand on his chest and giving a slight push to indicate her protest. "No." She said after breaking her lips from his own. "Not there. We'll break it."

He grunted an acknowledgment before slamming his mouth against hers again, and this time she was the one to start leading them across the room. She put her hand around Vegeta's shoulder this time, giving a slight tug that indicated she wanted him to walk.

He obliged.

Vegeta was sucking on her lower lip now, grazing it with his teeth as he did so. Bulma's eyes had already been closed, but they began roll to the back of her head anyway. Kami, she just couldn't think clearly anymore. Any awareness of her surroundings was void at the feel of that!

This became especially clear when she nearly toppled backwards over the side of the couch. The saiyan, who still had his arms around her body, easily caught the Bluehead and kept her feet balanced when she jolted. He abruptly tore his lips away from her mouth now, grunting under his breath as he leaned to the side of her face. "Where?" He growled, mouthing her earlobe.

"Ah-" Bulma gasped sharply, raking her nails along his back. She bucked her hips into his, throwing her head back from the sensation. "I- ahh -"

"Will we break the couch?" He growled impatiently.

"It's stronger than the table."

"Okay."

It was somewhat ironic that the saiyan, who had initially protected her from stumbling onto the couch, was now deliberately pushing her on it. Bulma pulled Vegeta down with her as she went, so that he was laying on her when she landed in the plump cushion. His excitement was hitting her again – digging straight into the bottom of her stomach as he groaned. "Take that towel off." He used his arms to push himself up off her body. "Let me see you as you were in that tub."

"Not yet." She replied. "First you need to tell me something."

"What?" Vegeta bit his lip. He had done a lot of waiting throughout his life, but that didn't particularly mean he was a very patient man. Right now he didn't think he could handle going a single moment longer without getting the only thing he had his mind on.

This was something he'd tried to fight, but in reality he'd been wanting it for weeks.

Even on the first day he'd encountered this girl, Vegeta had known she was unusual. He couldn't explain what it was back then, but she'd had a certain way of rendering him flustered. It had caused him to go rather easy on her when he was supposed to be the brute monster that kept her too scared to resist his demands. Something about her had left cracks in the ruthless demeanor that he'd spent his entire life perfecting.

It had left him wanting to keep her safe.

Their dynamic had completely changed from what it was when they'd first met, and he much preferred it this way.

He couldn't wait another moment longer for her.

"Do you really want this?" She asked. "I mean - do you really?"

"What are you on about?" He growled, sinking back down onto the Bluehead. "I know you want this. You knew what you were doing when you called me into that bathroom, clad in only your flesh. You knew what I would see and how I'd react. So don't play coy with me now. Don't ask me what I want..."

His fingers were trailing to the top of her towel now, and she put her hand on his to stop him. "I really didn't plan this." She breathed. "I honestly did not. I just didn't mind if it happened, that's all. I didn't try to prevent it."

"Then-"

"I need to know if you really want this." She hissed. He furrowed his hips against her in response, causing her to gasp out as his member lurched against her pelvic region. She arched into his body as her head fell back, yet she was still holding his hand in place as she dug a nail into the top of it. "If you regret this..." She breathed. "Are you going to blame me."

"You question my certainty." Vegeta grunted before burying his face into the arch of her exposed neck. Her fingers went straight to his hair line, curling her nails into his scalp. "You seem like the type…" She breathed. "I'm not going to let you do that to me…"

'Smart girl' He thought. Vegeta pulled his face away from her body so he could look down at her torso. He grabbed the top of her towel carefully, pushing himself off her figure to allow room for the cloth's removal.

Did she read minds? He may have told her he shouldn't have kissed her in the first place, but this prediction was strikingly accurate to his past. He'd done exactly as she'd said – his younger self really had reacted to all those girls by putting the blame on them. Yet Bulma didn't know all of that – how could she? The Bluehead had no grounds on making such a generalization, yet she'd been so spot on.

Vegeta may have acted impulsively and woken up to regret his decisions before, but he couldn't foresee such a thing happening this time around.

Not with this Woman - not with her.

Still holding himself off her body so he could get a clear view, the saiyan ripped the soft towel away with a mere flick of his wrist. A low sound elicited from the back of his throat as he eyed her figure, his pupils falling on her bare chest for the first time. To him they were perfect - the absolute size, shape, and color that such delicate mounds should be. "I am going to touch you." He said huskily. "And I will not regret a thing."

That was the only bit of precursor Bulma received. She shot a hand to her mouth to muffle the involuntary moan that came out when she felt his calloused fingertips tracing across her sensitive folds.

Vegeta grinned, pressing his hand a little deeper against such a reactive bundle of nerves. His experience wasn't rich in quantity, and none of it was recent. But what he may not have known from personal encounters, his instinct was making up for. Her body worked as an insightful guide as well, her physical responses telling him to proceed with what he'd started. To continue exploring her body, to keep rubbing her just where it made her body jerk.

Another moan erupted from underneath Bulma's hand when his knuckle grazed her moist flesh, and Vegeta used his other hand to grab at her wrist. "Don't hide it." He ordered, pulling her hand back from her mouth. "Let me hear you."

But his exploration of her nether region did not continue after this. Instead he used both of his hands to slide down his pants before returning to his position on top of her.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" The Bluehead grinned breathlessly.

"I've wasted enough." He growled back.

When he pulled her hips against his and positioned himself at her entrance, she allowed it. And when she felt his tip nudging against her opening, Bulma began to realize that he wasn't quite the size she had grown accustomed to during her previous relationship. A small sense of hesitation clouded as she remembered just how long it had been since she'd participated in such an act. It was a voice in the back of her mind that said 'this might sting a little,' though it wasn't enough to make her change her mind.

But it was when he pushed himself in that her eyes flew open, and she swung an open palm at the side of his head. Her core was quivering with shock at the strength on his thrust, stretching so fast that it nearly felt like she would tear in four different ways!

In the time since her last sexual encounter her body had relaxed. It had tightened – it had grown dormant. As for any natural body to do, the lack of intrusion had resulted in a return to a more conservative size. It would take some reacquainting before she was completely back in the painless swing of things again. And when this fact was combined with his size, it felt as if she were a virgin all over again.

"Hey!" Vegeta rasped. His hips were still bucked against her own, but he wasn't moving as he studied her expression. He didn't seem offended, but rather looked a bit amused. "What was that for?"

"You could be a little more gentle!" Bulma hissed. "I haven't done this in over two years, you know!"

"Two years?" He raised an eyebrow before licking his lower lip. "You think that is long? Well, it's been closer to fifteen for me."

"Har-har... Don't joke. Look, I'm sorry I hit you. It was just a reflex thing, and I-"

"I didn't even feel it." He growled, his member slicking in a little deeper as he adjusted his weight on top of her. Bulma closed her eyes at the feel, her arms instinctively wrapping around the saiyan's neck. "... What?" He breathed, carefully lifting himself back out until only the very tip was remaining inside. She gasped at the sensation, her nails digging into his skin. He stifled a groan of his own, and if Bulma had her eyes open at this point she would have seen just how strained his expression was to be moving so slow. "Do you like this better, Woman?"

There was no reply to that, but Vegeta didn't necessarily expect one. Instead she simply bucked herself against him, setting a slow, careful rhythm. It was a cautionary dance that gained enthusiasm in repetition, leaving her eyes closed and her body writhing within seconds.

The Bluehead was adjusting to his size well enough. No longer was she in pain and feeling as if she might be ripped apart. All she felt was him, and each crevice of his skin that was slowly thrusting into her. Allowing for a more natural stretch. Allowing her to adjust.

The sensation was pleasant enough as it was, but when Bulma opened her eyes to see his chiseled face looking down at her, her senses heightened even further.

She was really doing this - she was doing this, and with him. And he was peering down at her, staring into her eyes as if he were lost in a state of appreciative disbelief.

Vegeta was holding her figure against him with one arm, using his other for leverage as he worked. The saiyan had his jaw clenched as he fought to keep himself together. She was rocking against him with more determination now, but it was still much more slow than his impulses desired.

He wanted nothing more than to grab her by the hips and slam into them briskly and repetitively, until he lost all energy for such a thing and collapsed into her bosom.

But he just couldn't.

Such a thing would really harm this frail woman underneath him. And she seemed to be so damned content with the pace they had adopted, anyway! She was so lost now, rocking back and forth with his motions and moaning incomprehensible nothings in her bliss.

He could feel every centimeter of her warm flesh with each careful stroke. Every soft bit.

And, even though he was having to hold himself back, he found that he was more than okay with it. If anything, this calm pace they were keeping worked in prolonging the experience - something he hadn't considered even wanting to do until he knew just how incredible it felt to be inside.

When Bulma's peak came she lurched up off the couch to wrap her arms around Vegeta's torso, burying her face into his flesh. Gasping into his shoulder as she convulsed against his member, she twitched and moaned her approval as she rode through her waves of ecstasy. The friction became even more slick, her pace quicker in speed.

Any thoughts Vegeta had of prolonging this experience vanished when she bit his jawline. It was as if all of her lust had multiplied in those few seconds of climax, her rhythm faster than ever as she pressed a sweaty forehead into his shoulder. The saiyan bit his lip, but the growl that came from the back of his throat couldn't be stifled as he reached his own release...

.

A few moments later the two were laying in a sweaty heap on the couch that they had just broken in, silently catching their breaths as they considered what they'd just done.

Bulma, who had already been unaware of the time after her nap in the tub, had now really lost track of time. She wasn't sure how long they had been going at it for, nor how many minutes had passed that they had been laying so still during the aftermath. It could have been midnight for all she knew, though it hadn't even been noon when she'd started her bath.

It almost appeared as if Vegeta had fallen asleep when he finally pulled himself off of her. His eyelids drooping, his hair ragged. He didn't even look at her as he groggily pulled his pants back up, letting out a low groan as he did so.

Then, without a word, he stood. Bulma watched him go, noting how exhausted his posture looked as he made his way across the house and into the bathroom.

"Oh man." Bulma breathed, pushing herself into a sitting position. She couldn't recall ever feeling quite so desired and wanted during her previous sexual encounters. Vegeta hadn't just screwed her – there had been more to it than just that. The way he'd been looking at her, watching her face the entire time she moved. The way he had listened to her, the way he'd compromised to her body's needs.

This had felt completely different, and it hadn't just been due to the physical aspect…

The Bluehead was fairly certain that this had been the best sex she'd ever had…

.

Now, THAT had been quite the physical session.

Vegeta stood under the shower head, piping hot water drizzling down his body as he rubbed his skin clean with a bar of soap. The sweat he'd worked up during his encounter with Bulma had been unexpected, and so was the aching muscle of his lower stomach. The position he'd been in, his tight abs working so slowly and repetitively with his hips, had left the saiyan feeling as if he'd just spent his time doing a series of push-ups.

It was as if acting so carefully was a harder strain on his body than if he'd just gone full force, and perhaps that was true. It certainly took more mental concentration to be so slow in his thrusts. It made sense that such a pace had been challenging for his demanding muscles as well.

Vegeta set the bar of soap down and began to rub his hands over his chest to make sure that every sud was swept off. As he began to reach for the tap to shut off the shower, he got hit by a mental wave that shot a jolt down his spine.

What was that?

Vegeta paused in action, the steaming water still hitting him over the head as he concentrated on what he'd just felt. It was as if he thought he might lose his focus if he moved - that the wave of ki he suddenly felt might go away along with the running water if he shut off the tap.

It was coming from a distance so far away that Vegeta couldn't deduct where exactly the source was. But this aura was so strong, so unlike anything he'd come to expect of this planet.

And it had erupted out of seemingly nowhere, too.

"Frieza?" He muttered, though that didn't seem right. If Frieza had landed on Earth, then Vegeta would have likely traced his arrival while the tyrant was still lightyears away. It would have come to Vegeta slowly, growing stronger with every hour that passed. It wouldn't have hit him all at once like this ki did. It wouldn't have been so abrupt.

The ki was lingering, not growing weaker nor stronger as the saiyan considered its power. Feeling less taken aback now, Vegeta finally shut off the tap and stepped out of the tub. That aura he felt stayed with him as he ran a towel over his hair. And it did not retreat as he got dressed.

It started to feel as if the ki were fluttering when he stepped into the hall. It was pulsating, as if it were fighting to stay steady and was failing in its struggle.

What was going on?

Vegeta walked right past the den area and continued towards the kitchen. He didn't even glance at Bulma as he passed her on the couch, too perplexed at this strange aura to take note of anything else around him.

And then, as the saiyan began to step onto the kitchen tile, the ki suddenly vanished.

It did not dissipate, and it had not dulled. It was simply gone, just as abruptly as it had appeared.

A death.

It had to have been those teenagers. The sudden spike of energy, followed by the harsh cessation of ki. It was just as all of those other fatalities had been. That peak of vitality when the person being slaughtered felt the panic of the situation, and they were trying everything they could to flee. Exerting all of their power to its edge, focusing on only one thing - to stay alive - until they finally lost the battle and were blown down where they stood.

This one had been different, though. Whoever those monstrous kids had just killed had been strong. Really strong. It had taken nearly 20 minutes for them to die. Almost half an hour of what must have been an incredible battle…

Vegeta heard the bathroom door slamming shut on the other end of the house, and only then did he snap out of his thoughts. Suddenly he was back in real time, standing in the kitchen of the capsule house, feeling dehydrated and hungry after an unexpected toss with the Blueheaded woman that he had tried so hard to resist.

Should he tell her what he'd just felt? Vegeta considered it, but not for more than a second. Bulma didn't need to know. Whoever had just died was now, well, dead. It was an anonymous person whose identity would never be known, and the only thing this information would do is cause the Bluehead to grow even more distressed than she already was.

'We really need to get that dragon radar working.' Vegeta thought. It was becoming clear with each passing day that the teenagers were taking down anything in their paths. Just as the saiyan had predicted, they weren't going to stop until there was nothing left. The rest of the dragonballs needed to be retrieved – now.

.

Two days.

Bulma had said the dragon radar might require adjustments, and she hadn't been joking. It took the entirety of two days with her tinkering on that device before she announced it was ready.

It was two days that felt like they wouldn't end, and for once Vegeta didn't think this was necessarily a bad thing. So far away, in the middle of a land so remote that only ice and snow could be seen in any direction, there was nothing to distract either of them. The saiyan had utilized his time by training in Bulma's gravity room, and by now he had worked himself up to level 100 on the machine. He was getting decent progress made, which he couldn't really complain about.

Bulma seemed less stressed, herself. Hours away from the closest society, any internal nagging that the Bluehead had about trying to go see her parents or Gohan was put on hold. It was as if the remoteness had settled things in her mind - as if she'd told herself "now there's no turning back", and it had given her the assurance she'd been needing.

Who would have imagined that the land so cold that it almost killed her had also brought her a strange type of peace?

When Bulma and Vegeta had gone at each other on the couch, the saiyan had told her he wouldn't grow to regret it. This hadn't been a lie. It was as if he had discarded the vow he'd made to himself about staying celibate, and instead had replaced it with this new one he'd made to her. Vegeta didn't intend to begrudge what they had done, but he had expected it to be just that.

Just a shag. That was all it was going to be.

After having her body and getting such a strong craving off his shoulders, Vegeta had thought that his issues would be resolved. A quick tumble, which in reality hadn't turned out to be so quick, and he'd return to his right state of mind. He'd finally be able to move on, and he'd even be glad he'd done it.

But that hadn't worked out so well. In reality, this assumption ended up backfiring on him.

Because after Vegeta lost that sense of ki in the kitchen, he had immediately locked himself away in the gravity room. And exactly four hours later, at the end of the day when the two had been eating dinner together, the urge had struck him again.

All it had taken was one look at Bulma popping a steamed vegetable in her mouth as she stared down at her plate.

That single glance that the saiyan made was all it took for the image of her inviting thighs came drifting back to his head...

Vegeta hadn't even finished his food, which was a first for him. He'd just pushed himself up from the chair, pulled Bulma out from her seat, and took her right then and there under the table.

And he'd done it again a few hours later, as they sat together in bed so she could fall asleep. Bulma had asked him to tell her about his experiences traveling to different planets. She'd wanted to know what it was like to have seen so many different worlds - what were the commonalities he'd noticed? What was his most unusual encounter?

Vegeta had just been starting to explain to her that she'd be surprised at how many life forms were out there that required oxygen to live, when she had traced the smooth palm of her hand down his forearm. That simple gesture, along with a serene smile on her soft face, was all it took to have him pushing her down on the mattress and sucking the arch of her neck…

The following morning he'd woken her up at the crack of dawn. She'd told him to leave her alone - that she needed another few hours of sleep before she started looking at the dragon radar. But that hadn't been what Vegeta had woken her for. All the saiyan wanted was another round with her body before he started his morning training session. She could go back to sleep after that if she still required it, he just needed a taste to get his day going…

Kami, what had he started? It was as if he couldn't get enough!

The more he had her, the more he grew used to this. Something that seemed so horrible and forbidden just 20 hours earlier had become an expected perk between the two of them. He began to look forward to it, even, when they were both busy throughout the day. The knowledge that he'd be able to have her again kept him hyped up during his training sessions, kept him motivated to push himself harder during his workouts.

And he did know that he'd be able to have her. Bulma hadn't complained or turned him away even once. Any time he asked, he would easily receive. It was an incredibly addicting high that was available for him any time, and his impulses wanted to take full advantage of it.

After a two day cycle of training, eating, shagging, and repeating, the two were sitting across from each other during the evening meal. That was when she did it - Bulma finally announced to Vegeta that the repairs to the radar had been completed.

She explained that she'd added thermal coating to the interior to protect it from freezing up again, and she said he would find the dragon ball without any more unexpected delays. With that Bulma had handed the device to him, happily stating that he could go get the ball whenever he wanted.

Looking down at the radar as if it were a foreign specimen, Vegeta frowned. He twisted the device in his hand, noting that it was heavier than it had been before. That added weight probably had to do with the thermal coating she'd mentioned…

'Well,' Vegeta thought.

It was official.

The cycle was coming to an end. They could now move on with their hunt for the dragonballs, and they were now one step closer to him getting his wish. This was terrific news to be certain, but it was still news that the saiyan could have gone another two days without.

Three chapter in less than 7 days! Phew!

I really hope you enjoyed this one!

Note : In this story, Bulma is about 26 and Vegeta is closer to 28. He said it's been fifteen years since he last got some action, but it's been closer to thirteen. Remember that he hasn't been keeping an exact count of the time that's passed, and he also is a little inaccurate with his estimate because he isn't completely used to Earth years.

Also - if you are currently following my other story, you can expect an update to The 7 Year Gap really soon. :)