Submission
		Bulma just had a huge blow out with Yamcha.  `It will be the last time too,� she thought.  She quietly entered, hoping that HE would not be around.  Her soul has been whipped and tortured which left her deathly exhausted. She quickly started for the stairs when she heard his snide remark,  �You wouldn�t be sneaking into the house to avoid me would you?� She had one foot on the first step and dared not turn around, but her body went rigid and she shuddered at his words.  She new that trying to make a run for her room would be frivolous, for he was in the mood to taunt. �Judging by the way your muscles, pathetic as they are, are tensing, it would be my guess that you found out what a pitiful loser that Yamcha is.  So did you catch him with one of his 5 girlfriends?�  He laughed. �Don�t do it Bulma�� she told herself.  Too late, she whipped around, her face seething with pure unadulterated hate.  Her chest started heaving from the hatred seething through her body. `That a girl Bulma.  Give me all you�ve got.� He sadistically thought.  This was pure entertainment for him.  If he couldn�t fight with Goku, then irritating Bulma was the next best thing.  The corner of his mouth went up into an evil smirk.  He couldn�t believe his eyes, �So she can turn a darker shade of red�. She did something that she has never done in all of their many months of quarreling.  Part of her mouth went into a smirk.  She gritted her teeth, relaxing her body muscles.  Her face had an expression that has never crossed her face before.  He was intrigued. �Alright Vegeta.  It seems you want to fight tonight, however, I�ve just been through hell and back, so I�m not going to give you the satisfaction.�  She said calmly.  She watched the smirk drop from his face, and saw him trying to study her face to see what she was thinking.  �I will give you this, I am going to do something to you that will drive you mad.  It won�t be tonight, and perhaps not tomorrow.  It will happen when you�re not expecting it.  Then maybe when you leave Capsule Corp. it will be for good.� �A threat now.  Huh, how interesting woman, I didn�t think you had it in you.�  The smirk reappeared, and he crossed his arms.  She slowly turned around and continued up the stairs, but much slower then before and there was definitely an air of confidence in the way she moved.  <><><><><> The next day, she never left her room.  She had other plans.  Bulma watched the gravity room all day, for she new he was in there, and that evil smirk appeared on her face once again.  He didn�t emerge till mid afternoon.  She knew he would come in, take a shower then go find Goku.  After fighting him Vegeta would come back, grab something to eat and head back to his gravity room till nightfall.  For that�s what he always did; and Vegeta was a creature of habit.  She heard the water running in the room next door.  She waited, and didn�t realize that she was holding her breath, and she slowly released it making a quiet hissing noise.  He flew out of his balcony doors and headed towards Goku�s. She jumped up from her bed and ran out of the house.  She went to the side of the house to get the already prepared supplies that were waiting for her like a secret lover.  Her smile radiated her entire face.  She picked up the heavy bag and headed for the gravity room.  As she casually made her way to the room she looked up into the sky, hmm looks like a nasty storm is brewing, she thought.  That smile widened even further. She installed a bomb, strategically placing it so it would level the room upon detonation.  Then she worked on setting up the trip wires 10 feet away from the door.  The plan was to destroy the room and possibly hurt Vegeta, just a little, in the process.  She marveled at her ingenuity.  Her work was finished, and the storm that was brewing earlier had covered the blue sky making it look bruised and swollen.  Nightfall was also approaching, as quickly as the storm.  She moved quickly for she knew Vegeta would be coming home soon. Lightning seared the sky, and the thunder roared shaking the house.  She just waited in the darkness of the living room.  Suddenly he came into view and instead of coming in he surprised her by heading towards the gravity room.  He tripped the wire and the gravity room exploded into a fury of fire and debris.  He threw up his arms defending his face from the attack of metal that was hurtling in all directions.  Her eyes widened as she watched her plan unfold.  Lightning streaked across the sky, killing the electricity.  She gasped in horror, staying motionless hoping the lights outside would come back on.  Lightning streaked again and she saw him coming towards the house.  She could see his face by the next flashes, and what she saw made her jump. �Oh Kami, he�s going to kill me!�  She screamed.  When devising and implementing the plan, blinding rage motivated her.  She never thought of the ramifications of her actions, especially the possibility of death.  She darted through the house, thinking of a place she could possibly hide.  `I need you now mom and dad.  Why did you have to leave?� she mentally cried.   There was an old wing that had been closed off for sometime, and she headed in that direction.  She opened the door to the wing, and quietly closed it behind her. Before she could go deeper into the wing she heard him roar, �BUUUUULLLLLLMMMMMAAAA!� �Ooohhhh�, she quietly moaned.  Shaking, she started backing down further into the long forgotten hallway, not daring to take her eyes off the door.  Her back hit the cold stonewall, as the door that she had gone through flung open, splintering as it made contact with the wall.  He stood in the threshold, and she could hear his heavy breaths.  Not from exhaustion, but from rage. She knew there was a window behind her, and she was going to use that as an escape but when she tried to open it, the window just would not budge.  She was petrified, and she heard his footsteps slapping the stone floor.  She knew he could be silent, but he purposefully made noise to scare her even further.  It worked.  She kept trying to get the window open.  Out of desperation she rammed her naked elbow through the window, cutting herself in the process.  The heavy rains were now gusting through the window, blinding her as she climbed through the shattered glass.  Vegeta grabbed her foot and held her half hanging out the window.  Knowing that escape was now hopeless she slowly slinked back down from the window to the floor, turning as she went to face her doom.  He saw her trembling uncontrollably, with fear radiating from her face.  The smell of that fear quickened his heartbeat, and drove him crazy.  He reveled in it, wanting it, needing it. She fought the urge to pass out, for she didn�t want to die like that.  The rain was now beating against him with force, but he enjoyed the cool blasts as the lightning and thunder continued their own battle. He grabbed her by the wrists slowly bringing her up to eye level with him.  He felt the shaking, and a smirk appeared on his face.  He glared into those wide frightened eyes, and this sent shivers through his own body.  He realized that this scared creature was actually doing something to him.  He couldn�t control it either.  He wanted to� �What do I want?� he thought. �Pl�please Vegeta...be swift.�  She pleaded.  He was shocked; he�d had no intentions of killing her, he just wanted to hurt her for trying to kill him.  For that�s what he thought she�d tried to do by blowing up the gravity room.  Her plea further stirred that unknown feeling in him.  He saw her mouth quivering in fear.  Oh how he wanted to kiss that mouth�`what the hell, where did that come from,� he questioned himself.  He never understood why Yamcha abused her the way he did.  `Kami why am I thinking about that now?�  He growled at the feelings and thoughts that started running through him.  This made her flinch. She hated this fear; she knew that it was feeding him.  Bulma could just not help herself; it was instinctive.  She saw his rain soaked face in a flash of lightning and it appeared to be in question.  Like he was having a personal debate about something.  `What is he waiting for?� she screamed in her mind.  His grip on her wrists was so tight, that it was threatening to break her bones.  She felt the need to get his attention back on the situation, so she started thrashing wildly.  She threw kicks at him, trying to go for the crotch, but he was too quick for that.  Her back was being stabbed by the rough rock that she was held against, and each thrash scratched at her.  But her fury was overwhelming, she had to try and get from under his hold.  She twisted her body as she continued to kick at him.  He only sneered at her.  She was growing tired.  Her body ached from thrashing, and it soon died out. That was it; the little fight that she gave made him snap.  It was turning him on.  He was going to take her, and now. She saw him lean his face towards her.  Her eyes widened in bewilderment.  `What is he doing� she thought.  He planted his lips on hers, she felt him prying then slipping his tongue through the slit that he made.   She was perplexed, this sent her into rage and she tried to bite his tongue.  He quickly pulled back, and stared at her still with that smirk. He put both of her wrists in one hand so he could have free roam with the other.  He then raised them over her head, making her breasts come together to make the cleavage more prominent.  With his free hand he ripped her rain soaked t-shirt away.  She never said no, and this gave him the right to continue.  He kept giving her the chance to say no, for his intent was not to rape her.  No, he just wanted her.  To show her how a real man/Saiyan treats a woman.  He nuzzled her neck as his free hand slithered around her waist drawing her closer to him.  His head moved from her neck down to her still covered breast, and through the white lacey bra he teased her nipple. `Why am I allowing this?  He frightens me, and angers me, but yet I�m not begging for him to stop.�  Her mind was reeling with so many mixed emotions.  `Is it that I have subconsciously wanted him all along, and now it�s happening?�  She was desperately searching for an answer, but kept getting distracted with his mouth all over her body.  She started spasming in pleasure, not wanting it to end.  She feared that maybe it was a trick. �Vegeta please�� Her voice trailed off, and he stopped what he was doing waiting to see if she is going to deny this to continue.  For she did hold the power to stop this, he just didn�t tell her.  Satisfied that she wasn�t going to say no, he started back to the seduction. Annoyed with the bra, wanting to feel all of her skin uninhibited by clothes, in one fluid movement he ripped the bra away exposing her tender breasts.  He put his mouth to flesh this time, teasing, sucking, and biting.  He removed the hand that was around her waist, and started to undo her jeans.  Those were off in seconds, along with her sneakers.  He felt her shiver against him and this gesture made him erect.  He now removed his shirt, wanting to feel her skin on his.  He moved his free hand down her abdomen to her thighs.  He gently pried them apart, and started rubbing her vigorously. She moaned at his attention to the proper areas.  Suddenly his lips were on hers, and this time she did not fight it.  He ran his tongue over her teeth, and gums wanting to know every inch of her inside and out.  He slowly stuck his two fingers in her vagina while his thumb gently massaged her clitoris.  This rocked her body uncontrollably.  During this time he lightened up his grip on her wrists; still not convinced that she would try to run, he didn�t let go. He stopped massaging her before she climaxed, and a moan of disappointment escaped her lips.  He smiled at the knowledge of her arousal.  He brought her hands down and with one hand, he held them behind her back.  Ending the kiss, his tongue slowly traced the curves of her neck, and on down to her breasts.  After a moments pause there, he continued on down till he reached between her legs.  His tongue licked up and down from the opening of her vagina back up to her clitoris.  She thrust her body towards his face, and he gently nudged her back.  He had control, not her. Vegeta felt the unmistakable signs of the beginning of an orgasm and he discontinued with the oral sex.  Hearing her moan of displeasure he knew that she wanted him.  Now he released her hands and held his breath to see if he was wrong.  She put her hands to his slick chest and hungrily explored his muscles.  He released the held breath, and started to remove his pants.  His aching penis had been bound way too long, and taking off the offender was shear relief.  Her mouth was all over his and slowly making it�s way down on him to return the pleasure that she had felt.  He groaned in anticipation of the pleasure that would ensue upon her reaching the final destination.  She licked and moistened his erect manhood, then entered it into her mouth.  He ran his hands through her wet hair as she worked him.  He threw his head back and took in a deep breath, exhaling as he started to pant.  He felt the pleasure welling up inside him and he pulled away from her before the pleasure was released.  He bent down grabbed her by her soft elbows and brought her up face to face with him.  He grabbed her left leg, lifted it high off of the ground, and held it as she wrapped it around his body to pull him closer.  Their bodies pressed together sending electrical currents throughout both of them, and he slowly penetrated her. �Oooooh Vegeta� she moaned as he entered her.  Yamcha never made her feel this way, for he would get off and never return the pleasure.  This filled her up completely.  All the anger and hatred washed away with each thrust of his muscular body only to be replaced with pleasure. His thrusts quickened as she massaged his penis with her strong vaginal muscles.  This sent him into a frenzy and he loudly moaned into the nape of her neck.  Both were panting and moaning in unison.  He felt her body stiffen with the onset of an orgasm, which made her muscles contract and release even faster.  His body shook with the wave of pleasure and allowed it to spill into her, which in turn racked her body into a long wavering spasm. He released her leg, and as she put it down for support she felt her knees give way.  He caught her before she could fall to the ground, and he swept her up into his arms carrying her down that long forgotten hallway to his bedroom. �Vegeta?�  She said quietly.  He looked down into her big blue eyes, and waited for her to continue.  �Thank you.� �For?�  He asked �For not killing me.� �Bulma?� �Yes.� �Don�t ever try to kill me again.�  He said with a dead serious tone.  He saw her nod, and then he smirked at her. In his bed they laid together, her head on his chest and she drifted asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat. THE END.
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