Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. I do own several souls that aren’t my own but that’s another story…

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Bulma kissed Vegeta hotly with passion swollen lips, her arms wound around his waist as she pushed closer to him, desperate feel his toned body against hers.

“Oh Vegeta!” She gasped as his muscles arms wound around her in turn, almost crushing her to his chest. “How could I have been so naïve? How could I have loved Yamcha while you were here?” Bulma dropped to her knees, in awe of his presence and bowed at his feet in humility. “Vegeta I want you!” Bulma looked back up at him with lusty eyes. “I need you, and I love you Vegeta…Vegeta!”

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“Vegeta? VEGETA!” A shrill voice shattered Vegeta’s dream and he sat up in surprise at his rude awakening, not quite sure where he was for a heartbeat. He rubbed at his eyes and almost jumped out of his skin when he noticed that Bulma was standing over him, her hands on her hips and a very annoyed look on her face. Blinking Vegeta registered that he must have fallen asleep on his bed while waiting for Bulma to come to him, he’d wanted to speak to her some more…since their discussion in the car something had changed between them. Bulma now saw him as something other then the monster she’d always known him as – his sickly emotional speech had seen to that.

“What is it woman?” Vegeta asked gruffly as he ran a hand through his thick spiky hair, trying to forget his tormenting dream. Why the hell couldn’t the woman have waited another five minutes before waking him up? Another few minutes and the dream Bulma would have out of those clothes and pleasing him in bed instead of screeching at him.

Bulma cleared her throat to gain his attention before speaking. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something, well what is it? I didn’t expect to have to come down here and wake you up.” Bulma pursed her lips as she stared down at him, her eyes glittering as though she was uncomfortable to be around him. Vegeta chuckled at the thought of the woman fearing him, and smiled up at her as he slowly stood.

He had wanted to talk to the woman earlier…but since then his motives for asking her to his room had changed. Oh, he wasn’t planning on harming the woman; he was merely going to initiate the next phase of his plan. He had to make the woman want him and he knew just how to do that. Springing to his feet Vegeta crossed the room and stepped closer to his woman, bringing her body into contact with his. Bulma gasped and put her hands up to push Vegeta away but it was like trying to move a mountain. Vegeta stayed solidly against her, smirking down as though he was thinking very naughty things.

“V-Vegeta?” Bulma stuttered as she shakily tried to pull away, surprised when Vegeta covered her own hands with his and kept her to his chest. “What are you doing?” She asked, her voice coming out in a hushed whisper as though she was afraid someone might hear her. Her heart was hammering in her throat, but not with fear - some dirty little part of her was only too happy to have him holding her against him.

Vegeta stared into Bulma eyes; they were such a pretty blue. The same blue that that was present in the earth’s sky. He gently raised a hand to her cheek and traced the soft curve of her face, being incredibly careful to be as gentle as he could. “I’m doing what we both want.” He told her, knowing that his voice was a sexy rumble. He had been in the presence of enough earth women now to know what turned them on. “This has been coming for a long time Bulma, both of us know that it has.” Vegeta slowly lent in and took Bulma’s lips in a fiery kiss. At first her mouth was impassive against his, then Bulma began to kiss him back a small moan escaping her as though she wanted to pull away but couldn’t.

“No, no we can’t!” Finally Bulma pulled away, her blue eyes wide and frantic. “I don’t love you…”

“But you want me.” Vegeta told her. He deliberately drew in a breath of air. “I can smell your arousal so don’t try to dent it.”

‘But…but I’m still with Yamcha!” Bulma broken gasped as Vegeta began to nip at her neck and collar bone, arousing tingling sensations in her skin that made her weak at the knees. Maybe it was just the because of how nice Vegeta had been to her lately, or maybe it was because she had always felt the strange attraction to him under all her animosity – but whatever the reason was, she wanted Vegeta badly.

It was crazy and it was pathetic but it was true. Even though her boyfriend was in hospital and Vegeta was a murdering saiyan she could feel something inside of her warming to him. He was so different to any of the men she had known in her life so far. The only person who had ever before made her feel this way was Yamcha…and at the moment her thoughts were a light distance away from him.

“He isn’t here and he doesn’t have to know.” Vegeta said simply. He resisted the urge to smirk, knowing that the woman might see it as a smirk of conquest rather then what it was – a smirk of pure unadulterated lust. He reined his thoughts in as he gently pushed Bulma down onto his bed and began to kiss her again. This time the woman didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back. It was as though she had been possessed,

*Don’t blow it now Vegeta…you have her right where you want her…don’t blow it now…*

Vegeta managed to tear his lips off Bulma’s and he abruptly stood up and moved away from her, taking a deep breath to calm his raging hormones. Honestly! You’d have thought he was an inexperienced teenager the way he was carrying on. “You’re right, Bulma. We can’t do this.” Vegeta waited for the woman to respond. He’d given her the bait…all she had to do was take it.

“WHAT!” Bulma shot straight up, her face bearing a confused look. “What do you mean we can’t do this?” Was Vegeta turning her down? She folded her arms across her chest and watched Vegeta as he stared at the floor. He face was as impassive and blank as a mask; it gave her no information as to his real feelings. “But you just said…”

“I know what I said. But we can’t do this because you’re still in love with Yamcha.” Vegeta spoke softly and turned his back on Bulma for a second to try to hide his smile; the woman was as good as his! He understood her emotions even better then she did! She needed somebody to cling to while her lover was injured and, just as he had predicted, the moment he had begun to show her sympathy she had latched onto him like a parasite.

Not that he was complaining.

“But I…” Bulma paused, confused as to what she really wanted. She loved Yamcha but she wanted Vegeta so badly…her entire body was ringing with need! “I want to do this. I don’t want to think about Yamcha right at this moment. I don’t want to remember what’s happened to him. I want you Vegeta.” Bulma’s voice was softer now, as though she could barely believe that this was herself speaking. “I need you.” She continued. “I’m all alone and you’re the only one who knows what its like to be that way.” Bulma stood up and walked across to Vegeta, her blue eyes wide and pleading. “I just want to forget, Vegeta! I want to forget about Yamcha.”

Vegeta’s inner devil began to dance in joy again as he felt Bulma’s hands on his shoulders. She very carefully tilted Vegeta’s face up and kissed him, her lips incredibly soft and lush against his. It wasn’t a passionate kiss like the one he had given her earlier; it was softer, almost chaste…and yet Vegeta had a feeling that it was merely a taste of things to come.

He pulled back yet again, not ready to give in until he was sure that the woman was utterly convinced that this was her idea. “Bulma, are you sure?” Vegeta looked down into her sky blue eyes and saw the answer – she needed him. She wanted him so badly she was radiating heat and arousal.

“Yes. This is what I want Vegeta…” Bulma was cut off as Vegeta made his move. He slammed his mouth down onto hers and felt Bulma open her mouth to his. Smothering his groan in her mouth, Vegeta picked his prize up and laid her on the bed. Bulma gasped as he tore off her shirt with an animal like growl and devoured her with his eyes.

There was such fire in Vegeta’s eyes! No one, not even Yamcha, had looked at her like this.

Almost hesitantly, as though not entirely sure that this wasn’t a dream, Vegeta caressed her full round breasts. As his hands massaged her aching flesh Bulma groaned and wound her hands into his hair, pulling him closer for a kiss. As Bulma’s mouth met his, Vegeta growled at her and, surprisingly, she growled right back at him as they kissed deeper and deeper, their tongues dancing against each other in a primal rhythm.

“Oh…!” Bulma gasped in dismay as Vegeta pulled away from her. She tried to grab him but the saiyan Prince only laughed huskily under his breath, as though amused by her need for him. He wrestled his way out of his clothing, tossing it hurriedly over his shoulder, just as eager to feel his flesh against his woman’s as she was to feel his against hers.

“Patience, Woman. Everything is so much sweeter when you wait.” Vegeta purred, aware of the double meaning. After all, hadn’t he been made to wait for Bulma? Hadn’t he dreamed of this moment each night for the past few months? Vegeta groaned louder as Bulma dragged sharp nails down his solidly muscled chest and pulled him back into contact with her, gasping at the feel of Vegeta’s hot body against hers. His skin felt as though it was literally burning with heat – it was amazing!

Vegeta traced hot and colds trails down the side of Bulma’s body as he kissed and nipped her neck and ears and began to kiss his way down to her feet and then back up again with agonising slowness. “Woman…” Vegeta groaned, allowing Bulma to see the raw need in his eyes. Bulma reached out a hand and caressed his throbbing length softly, taking Vegeta by surprise - as half of him had been terrified that she would still reject him.

“I need you Vegeta.” Bulma told him in a parody of his dream from earlier. “I want you now.” She caught his eyes and lay down, openly inviting Vegeta into her arms and her bed. Moving carefully, Vegeta crawled over her, terrified that he might crush her with his weight or with his power. Unable to hold back he positioned himself and quickly thrust himself into her, moaning into Bulma’s neck and closing his eyes at the sheer pleasure he was deriving from her body.

Bulma’s eyes widened and she groaned as she felt his member fill her completely. It felt so wonderful to have someone inside of her again, someone who made her feel complete and filled that hollow. How could she have disliked this man for so long? Her every instinct was telling her that Vegeta was the one for her – especially now that she had given herself to him completely.

Vegeta quickened his thrusting, determined to prolong this experience no matter what might happen afterwards. He became aware of Bulma’s pants for breath as she began to near her climax, her body was tensing and her inner muscles were gripping him now, almost milking his member for his seed. Unable to hold out, Vegeta tossed his head back and yowled as he came, warmth flooding from his body and entering the woman. His aura flared round them brilliantly as together he and his woman climaxed, their bodies shuddering and shaking as they gave small grunts of pleasure.

When at last the last dregs of pleasure had faded away Vegeta pulled his now limp member out of the woman and moved to one side, pulling her limp and pliable form into his arms. Perfectly aware of what females humans expected from their mates, Vegeta kissed Bulma softly on the neck and murmured sweet nothing to her in his own tongue. The woman would not know what he was saying of course, but he knew that the tone of his voice alone would comfort her. Vegeta held Bulma in his arms as their pulses slowed, he was determined to make sure that she had enjoyed this as much as he had.

“Woman? Are you alright?” The Saiyan Prince looked down into Bulma’s face; she was lying very still in his arms with a satiated look on her face. She moaned as though his voice was an unwelcome distraction but answered him all the same.

“I’m fine, ‘Geta” The blue haired beauty murmured sleepily. Her eyes drifted shut and within moments she was fast asleep with a big grin on her face; a grin that matched Vegeta’s as he ran a hand over her shapely body and cuddled in closer to her, his black eyes gleaming in the darkness.

Now even if she still loved that loser Yamcha, she would still have this night to taunt her. Not that he intended to let her go back to that sickly idiot – if worse came to worse he would tell the human what his ‘girlfriend’ and he had done together – while he was in hospital no less! Oh yes, Vegeta was sure that if he spilt the beans to Yamcha it would be all over for Bulma.

Finally she would be his - all his.

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Bulma slowly and sleepily opened her clear blue eyes, wondering why her ceiling looked so unfamiliar, then with a jolt, everything that she had done came flooding back to her in a rush and she hesitantly looked sideways into the watchful coal-black eyes of Vegeta. He was watching her closely, like a predator watching his prey, and yet there was something so intensely adoring about his gaze that Bulma didn’t feel frightened. As she sat up she pulled a sheet over her body and struggled to cover the intense feeling of embarrassment.

Vegeta had on a pair of sweatpants and was lounging on the bed sheets, his ebony gaze still clinging to Bulma. The atmosphere was tense and despite wanting to say something to break the tension Bulma couldn’t seem to find the right thing to say. Saying ‘Gee, you’re good in bed!’ seemed too childish, and all of her small pillow talk phrases that she used with Yamcha would probably scare Vegeta away.

Somehow she couldn’t imagine Vegeta warming to her if she called him her ‘wild desert bandit.’

As Bulma stared at Vegeta with a dry throat and a racing mind she noticed that his chest was still bare and, through her obviously embarrassment, Bulma managed to notice a tattoo on one of pectoral muscles. Being eager to talk about anything except what had occurred last night she asked him about it, hoping her awkwardness wouldn’t be quite so evident once she stared talking.

“W-w-what’s that?” Bulma stuttered unsurely, reaching out a delicate hand and touching the odd tattoo. Bulma squeaked in alarm when Vegeta caught her hand and kissed it, his eyes narrowing as he watched her blush yet again.

“It is a tattoo that marks me a Prince of Vegeta. I was given it when I was a child.” Vegeta squeezed her hand softly, sure that the woman would understand now that she was to be his. It was unthinkable after last night that she would even consider returning to her old mate – she had tasted the prince Vegeta and would always be his woman now.

“A child!” Bulma gasped. “But that’s cruel!” She snatched her hand back from Vegeta, unconfutable with the possessive way in which he had been holding it. It was almost as if Vegeta was, in his own way, trying to be the perfect ‘morning after’ kind of guy. It was most unsettling, in fact the sooner she and Vegeta put things back on the old level the better! She must have been half crazed last night to sleep with him!

Vegeta laughed, unaware of Bulma’s thoughts. “That isn’t cruel woman, on Vegeta it was customary.” The saiyan prince yawned, his canines flashing in the bedroom light.

Bulma looked sharply down again, embarrassed by the intimate feeling of the bedroom. What had she done? She had slept with Vegeta! Vegeta! The one man who she couldn’t stand! Oh God! What would Yamcha say when he found out? Would he still love her? Still cherish her? He’d probably leave her and never speak to her again! If only she hadn’t throne herself so shamelessly at Vegeta last night! Se had almost begged him to take her! Who was she kidding? The poor man had tried to deny himself to her and she had begged him to bed her!

“Woman…” Vegeta tilted her head up and kissed her, following her train of thoughts through the emotions that were so readable in her eyes. Bulma stared at Vegeta in shock when he pulled away, the taste of his kiss still lingering in her mouth. It didn’t seem to matter what she told herself – she desired Vegeta on some primal physical level and it was making it impossible for her to stay level headed with him.

He was acting as though he cared for her - really, truly cared for her.

“Woman, I’m a afraid that I may have done something rash last night.” Vegeta narrowed his eyes again and decided that now was as good a time as ever to implement the next stage of his plan. It was obvious from the woman’s reaction that she was having second thoughts about last night and that could not be tolerated. Vegeta looked away from Bulma as if he was embarrassed. “I should never have slept with you last night. I should have been stronger and told you no.” Vegeta watched as Bulma’s looked back up at him in shock. “But you see woman, I ‘m attracted to you and have been for some time. When you came to me last night I tried to fight the feeling but I couldn’t. I’m not strong enough to deny you anything you want and last night you said you wanted me.” Vegeta looked down as though ashamed, although Bulma could have sworn she saw him grin to himself before he looked back up again.

“You’re attracted to me?” Bulma gasped. She had always been aware of Vegeta watching her but she had never dreamt that he had been attracted to her. Although with the clarity of retrospect, there had been something between them, only Bulma had always used Yamcha as a shield to black out that feeling.

Vegeta cleared his throat to gain Bulma’s attention. “There is more that I must tell you, and you may not like what it is that I have to say.” Vegeta looked Bulma square in the eyes, determined to succeed and win her as his mate. “I know you may not be happy about what we did last night, hell if I’m honest I was surprised and uneasy about it myself when I woke up. The thing is, on the planet Vegeta we didn’t just sleep with anyone. Sex was tantamount to a commitment – if you slept with a woman then it was a huge step in a relationship; it’s like getting engaged on Earth.” The saiyan prince took a deep breath, he knew that Bulma knew what was coming next - he could see the uneasiness in her eyes.

“I now see you as my fiancé Bulma.” He paused and met her eyes with a sizzling look. “Even if you don’t want to be.”

‘Even if you don’t want to be.’ Such final words, Bulma shivered as she realised just how much last night had really cost her. Vegeta wasn’t the kind of person who would have done something like what he had done lat night on a whim. She should have known that there would be a price to pay. She should have known that he wasn’t likely to make love to her once and then walk away.

“You mean I can’t go back to Yamcha?” Bulma couldn’t meet his eyes and she ore her gaze away, a lump quickly forming in her throat as she realised what Vegeta would do to Yamcha if she did return to him…but then maybe Vegeta really didn’t’ want her anymore. Maybe she was being sill and he would just let her go…

“You could.” Vegeta surprised her by saying with a shrug, but then she saw the cold glint in his eyes. “But should you return to Yamcha I would feel compelled to attack Yamcha. Saiyan males are extremely territorial.” Vegeta ran a possessive hand down her arm, and Bulma shivered again – this time because despite how frightening Vegeta was being she was becoming aroused by his touches and the soft intimacy of his voice. “I’m not sorry I slept with you Bulma, I do like you.” Vegeta pulled away and stood up. “I think you need to be alone so I’ll be downstairs. Come down when you’re ready to talk to me.”

Vegeta walked out of the room and left Bulma all alone with her thoughts - but Bulma could only think of one thing; “Vegeta likes me.”

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