Pleading Truths
By: Kahlan Nightwing
Chapter 7
 

    Vegeta opened one eye, then the other. Slowly, he levered himself up, grunting at the stiffness of muscles, especially a certain one that had been exercised a lot more than he was used to.
    Now he was grinning as he swung his legs around and practically jumped up out of bed. Who knew the woman would be that good in bed? Not once…but twice. And she was quite willing to just have sex without all those complicated relationship attachments he’d seen the humans deal with. It was good sex. And he wanted more.
    Within minutes, he was downstairs, dressed in only a pair of drawstring gray sweats Mrs. Briefs had gotten for him that he’d never used. He had full intentions of finding the woman and just doing it wherever she was, but the smell of food cooked and waiting drew him irresistibly toward the kitchen.  As luck would have it; or not considering she was sore; Bulma was in the kitchen, talking to an exasperated Yamcha over the phone with her back to the entrance. She didn’t hear Vegeta enter, so she didn’t see his hungry gaze divided between the steaming meats and vegetables and her curved body half-hanging over the countertop.
    After a minute of dark eyes boring into her back, Bulma fidgeted and finally turned around to alleviate the sudden tension between her shoulders. A pair of demanding onyxes inches from her own met her suddenly widened eyes. As Yamcha continued to chatter at her, not realizing she was no longer listening, a tanned hand plucked the phone away from her ear and limp fingers and pressed the button that cut off the annoying voice.
    “Woman….”
    Bulma gulped audibly, finding her mouth very dry. The voice was a husky whisper that stirred her bangs. She felt a cold drop of sweat travel down her back. She swallowed twice and blinked once.
    “V-Vegeta, the food’s r-ready. Surely you’re hungry….”  Vegeta’s eyes scraped her form; down, up, down, and finally back up to her eyes.
    “Very.”  Bulma almost squeaked a reply as she squeezed around Vegeta to the food-laden
table.
    “So am I. Famished for food. I better eat it quick, eh?” She heard her own voice produce a nervous laugh as she continued to babble aimlessly. “So, that was Yamcha. I’ll have to call him back. But right now I need to eat. You know, before it gets cold and—”
    “Woman!” This time the voice was a sharp bark that made her whirl around; plate in one hand, fork in the other. “Stop that incessant chattering!” As her mouth closed with a snap and a huff, Vegeta smirked and walked around to the other side of the table, picking up his own plate and filling it with food. “What were you calling that weakling for anyways?” His voice carried just the right tone she was looking for, a slightly peeved one with a hint of disgust.
    Bulma grinned lightly as she put about half of what Vegeta placed on his. She watched as he set down the first and filled the second the same way.
    “Oh, I just wanted to ask him if he’d come with us to search for the dragonballs.” The nonchalant way she produced the words made Vegeta’s head jerk upwards. He noted the glimmer in her eyes and looked back to his food. Oh, two could play at this game.
    “Really? Think he could keep up with me?”
    “Huh?”  Vegeta sat down, arranging his plates around him and looking up at the woman, who was still standing and trying not to look confused, but failing horribly.
    “Well, I am a Saiyan at my peak, woman. I hardly expect a mere human to be able to keep up with my flight speed, no matter how good you may think he is. And since you’ll have the radar and the gravity room, you’ll be coming with me. I hardly think we should put all this on the slowest man’s shoulders…. Besides, I want to have sex with you. I don’t want an audience while we do so.” Bulma choked on the piece of food she was eating, sending it sailing across the table to land squarely on Vegeta’s lap. He raised a brow as he looked from it to her; then flicked it off himself with a look of disgust. “Do you mind?" Bulma went two shades of red, her voice cracking a bit at the beginning.
    “Sorry. I thought I’d just pay you back for that bit of barbarism.” The comment was dry. Obviously, Vegeta had gotten back his power, along with the arrogance that came with it.
    Vegeta openly mocked her with a smirk.
    “Barbarism would be me saying I wanted to fu—”
    “Okay, Vegeta! It’s understood! You want to have sex with me. Good, okay, fine, great. Wait till tonight!”
    Vegeta rolled his eyes.
    “Don’t get too excited about it.” He had to hide his smirk this time. He could smell her from here and it was driving him nuts. Obviously she wanted subtlety. Well….
    After a few minutes of silence, Bulma chanced a look up from her food to see Vegeta putting all his concentration on his own food. She breathed a sigh of relief. All she needed was to have Vegeta throw her on the table and just do it.  She didn’t think she could have any of her friends over for dinner if that happened.
    “What’s that?”  Bulma’s head came back up to find Vegeta looking at her curiously.
    “What’s what?”
    “That.” This time, he helped her out by pointing to a piece of chocolate cake she’d gotten out of the fridge for herself.
    “Um, that’s chocolate cake.” Vegeta was eyeing it avidly and Bulma couldn’t help
her grin. It must look really good if he was looking at it like it was rare meat. “Want some?”
    His eyes locked on hers with what could only be an assent and she dipped her fork into it, scooping up moist, thick, dark cake topped with light brown, swirled icing that started to immediately drip over the cake and toward the side of the fork. Bulma held one hand under it and transferred it to Vegeta’s plate.  Her eyes widened and she stifled a gasp as Vegeta’s head descended to catch the fork in his mouth before she could deposit the cake, gently bringing it and her hand up so he could slowly slide full lips over the metal. His eyes locked onto hers with a fire that must’ve matched the one that she felt heat up her entire body. She bit off a moan as the lips left the fork, all evidence of the cake gone.
    Vegeta let a seductive smile ooze onto his face as he swallowed.
    “Good.” The way the word was stated clearly said he wasn’t speaking of the cake. “Want to try
some of mine?” His fork pointed down to the cheesecake he was having as dessert, topped lightly with heated strawberries in red sauce.
    Bulma nodded silently, not trusting her voice, and watched as Vegeta filled the fork with stiff, firm filling and crumbly graham-cracker crust, adding just a bit of a strawberry to the end. Instead of leaning over, he stood up and walked to where she was, crouching down next to her chair and turning it and her so that they were facing him.
    Bulma didn’t have time to say anything as a smirking Vegeta forced the fork into her mouth. She allowed the fork to slide slowly out, almost rolling her eyes at the look from Vegeta and the flavor of the dessert all at the same time. This time she did moan as the fork left her mouth.
    Vegeta swallowed the disappointed sound with his lips, immediately slipping his tongue in. He leaned in, his hand creeping around and weaving through Bulma’s blue hair as his eyes slowly closed over the combined taste of silky chocolate and smooth cheesecake. Bulma was suddenly very glad she hadn’t gotten that chocolate cheesecake. This was much better!
    Realizing he could hold his breath a bit longer than the woman, he released her, watching in satisfaction as her head bowed forward to rest on his shoulder.
    “Not the table.”
    “Hm?” Vegeta managed to lean back, causing Bulma’s head to rise so they could look each other in the face. Managing to blush, Bulma almost turned away.
    “No sex on the table. We eat at the table.” Vegeta smirked, rising smoothly and moving back to his seat.
    “What are you talking about, woman? You said to wait till tonight.” Bulma glared at Vegeta, who was studiously ignoring her but not his smirk as he once again attacked his food. She gritted her teeth, blue eyes blazing, before standing up deliberately.
    “I have to call back Yamcha. Tell him I don’t need him to come after all.” Vegeta glanced at her as she walked to the counter to pick up the cordless.
    “You better not need him to come.” Bulma whirled, mouth open at the very obvious innuendo. She clicked it shut with a snap at his mischievous look and replied instead in an almost bored tone,
    “Shut up and eat, Vegeta.” The Saiyan merely chuckled and went back to consuming the rest of what was on the table as Bulma dialed Yamcha’s number and waited out the two rings it took
him to pick up.
    “Hello?”
    “Hey, Yamcha? Sorry. The phone got disconnected by an annoying little prick.” A
low growl behind her made her smirk a bit. “I just wanted to tell you to cancel that dragonball hunt.”
There was a pause before Yamcha wisely discarded the description.
    “I thought you thought we’d need it…in case someone got hurt.” The voice on the other end
sounded skeptical, yet paused at the last part. Bulma winced. She’d told that little story to Yamcha because it was the only way she was assured it would get his help. The ‘someone got hurt’ part was actually just a nice way of saying in case they needed to resurrect someone. Bulma seriously didn’t think it would come to that. Goku had the heart medicine and Super Saiyan power. Vegeta was sure to get the same soon. Then there was that kid from the future. He had the Super Saiyan thing too, which must have rankled Vegeta to no end.
    Funny. He wasn’t obsessing much over it since this lycanthropy thing had begun. Then again, it wasn’t like he had time to either.
    “Well, that was just me; having a bout of anxiety. I—kinda realized I have more faith in all of you. We won’t need the dragonballs.” At least, they wouldn’t need them for the battle with the Androids.
    There were some more words traded, a general exchange of pleasantries and information about the changes in both their lives; some portions obviously omitted, and Bulma was hanging up. She turned around and shrieked as she was grabbed by two hands around her waist and sat on the countertop firmly.
    “Hey—”
    “Whatever you are going to say, don’t finish it. We’re not on the table.”
    No, now they were on the place where the food was pre— Oh Kami! As Vegeta’s hands slowly and languorously slid up her thighs to a place that was already warm and moist, Bulma had only one question: why did she wear a skirt?
    Vegeta’s head lowered to suckle on her neck and Bulma eagerly bent it back to give him access, sliding as close to the edge as she dared to make Vegeta’s hands skim closer to her panties. The hands paused, fiddling with the elastic seams of her panties until she squirmed. She turned her head ever so slightly to whisper lightly in Vegeta’s ear. “Touch me.”
    Vegeta’s entire body shivered against his will as the warm breath brushed across him. He removed one hand and grappled it in the back of her hair, fingers entwining in the blue strands to not only support her, but himself. Slowly, his other hand lifted the elastic and slipped inside, lightly trailing over the surface.
    Bulma let out a breathy moan, leaning forward as far as she could and trying to thrust her hips into Vegeta’s hand. He held it back though, teasing and taunting the skin there until Bulma was lightly shaking against the strain. This time her protest was more vehement. Grabbing his head with both of her hands, she turned it sharply and took his mouth, tongue forcing into it to map out the inside,suggesting exactly what he should do with his fingers.
    Vegeta had paused in surprise at the deft move on Bulma’s part, but after a few moments, he got the hint. Slowly, he slid down her panties.
    Bulma’s head whipped back; and would’ve hit the cabinets if not for Vegeta’s hand keeping it in place; as two of Vegeta’s fingers entered and pushed themselves as deep as they would go. They stilled inside her and she let out the shaky breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and lowered her head to look at him.
    Vegeta’s black eyes were narrowed slits as he stared at Bulma’s own half-lidded ones. The tight state of his pants confirmed just how much he too was enjoying this.
    “Good?”  Bulma wordlessly nodded before lowering her head further and planting light kisses over his face, encouraging him to move. He did so; lightly curling the fingers to stroke her walls and delighting at the warm and wet sensation that allowed them to slide easily. He pulled them halfway out, only to thrust them back in, making sure to brush against the sides. Bulma let out a low moan, hands lowering to grab at the back of Vegeta’s shirt and twist it under them.
    A full minute of the same movements had Bulma gasping for air, thrusting aimlessly at Vegeta, her head rocking back and forth occasionally. It was then that she concluded that it wasn’t enough. She managed to let out one word that aptly expressed that conclusion.
    “More.” Vegeta smirked, leaning in toward Bulma’s ear as he continued to pump his
fingers vigorously in her.
    “More?” Her hands scrambled on his back for purchase before slipping around and down to
the front of his pants, trying to reach him. Vegeta almost bucked into the countertop’s side as those fingers slid lightly across him, not able to gain any kind of purchase. He let out a grunt and removed his hand, earning himself a moan of disappointed loss and her hands moving to do the job herself.
    While Vegeta would have liked to see her pleasure herself, she had already teased him past the point of return. He grabbed the hands.
    “Pants.” Bulma struggled against the grip half-heartedly before acknowledging the one word by helpfully tugging on his pants. Once she had stopped tying up both his hands, he was able to use them to pull off his pants, kicking them off with his feet. He quickly returned them to caress her body briefly but firmly, making her eyes roll in their sockets.
    “Wrap your legs around me.” She mentally shook herself at his hoarse words, doing as told, wrapping securely and locking her ankles much as she’d done in the Gravity Room. This time,
Vegeta’s hands came around to cup her securely, pressing him into her and lifting her off the countertop at the same time.
    Before the Saiyan could even fully gain equilibrium or control, Bulma pushed down on the hard pressure at her entrance, taking him in a move that made him suck in a breath as his eyes widened.
    Bulma felt the breath pushed out of her lungs as her back was rammed into a nearby wall. She threw back her head to rest on the cool plaster behind her as Vegeta slammed up into her, his own eyes closed as he simply drove her into the surface.
    It was only a few minutes later that they were slumped on the floor, practically curled around each other, not having moved after their respective climaxes. Bulma blinked sleepily at Vegeta, who watched her with an interest that would’ve been disconcerting had they not just had sex.
    “We leaving?”  He nodded; then punctuated it with words.
    “Yes. Gravity Room?”  She nodded back.
    “Everything’s packed.” Vegeta curled his head into her shoulder, breath hitting her back in a deep and slow rhythm. They lay like that for a good hour before either felt the inclination to move.
~<*>~
    “Are you sure?”  Bulma sighed in frustration.
    “I told you. It’ll be fine! You’ll be in the Gravity Room; I’ll look for the sixth dragonball. It’s only a few hours away. I’ll be back in enough time to watch you transform.” While Bulma’s face practically lit up at the thought, Vegeta grimaced.
    “I wouldn’t advise it. It feels like I’m being turned inside out. I don’t imagine it looks any better.”
Bulma had the sudden urge to stick out her tongue but quelled it, instead looking at Vegeta over the fire they had built; well, he had built; with wide eyes.
    “Are we having a conversation?” Vegeta raised a brow as he tore into the piece of meat he held in one hand. He swallowed before speaking.
    “No. I’m telling you not to be an idiot. And you’re not going to listen. I think we’re arguing politely.”  He frowned. “It’s not like you could find the thing if it were placed under your nose. You can barely find your shoes in the morning.” He smirked. “There. Politeness gone.”
She rolled her eyes.
    “It’s only been for two days, Vegeta! And both times you moved them.”
    “They were in my way.”
    “Of what? You weren’t doing anything. You went out of your way to kick them!” Despite the frustration contained behind the words, Bulma did nothing more than reach for more food.
Vegeta stilled, black eyes twinkling in the fire’s light as it began to burn brighter in the growing darkness.
    “Now this is confusing me, woman. How could you have known I’d done that if you ‘lost’ them?”
Bulma stopped herself, meeting Vegeta’s eyes with her own wide ones. She ducked her head to hide the sudden blush that crept across her face.
    “Um, good guess?” He gave a short bark of laughter.
    “Little bitch. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Considering the smirk he sent her way, the words were most probably a compliment.  Bulma took them as such and smiled at him, but still added an extra bite to her next words.
    “Don’t you have a Gravity Room to be locked in?” Vegeta cast the horizon a nervous glance that was not unnoticed as he slowly stood, stretching limbs as he did so. Bulma frowned lightly and Vegeta was just in time to turn around and catch the last bit of it before she was able to hide
it. He folded his arms across his chest, scowling down at her.
    “What?” Shrugging, Bulma stood with him.
    “Nothing. By tomorrow afternoon it’ll all be over. I, for one, am glad!” Vegeta nodded, not looking at her as he stalked to the Gravity Room, already set up and opened. He walked straight in, not turning as Bulma followed him to the door and pressed a button, sealing him inside.
    Sighing, Bulma turned and headed back to the fire, picking up the capsule that contained all the necessary items, along with the dragon radar, which she turned on to pinpoint the dragonball nearest her. She flicked the knob on top twice, until it was set correctly, and pointed herself in the correct direction, starting out.
    But not without a backward glance at the now dark Gravity Room.
~<*>~

    Bulma swore that if this dragonball hunt lasted any longer, she’d fall over. Day in and day out it had been the same. Collect the dragonballs till dinnertime; eat; sex; eat the little food that was leftover; lock Vegeta in the Gravity Room; and sleep in a sleeping bag on the ground. Sometimes they would have sex in the morning, after breakfast; sometimes as a break for lunch. Sometimes Bulma would stay up and watch the black wolf pacing inside its cage.
    Now, she was traipsing through the woods once again, eyes locked on the radar as the slight blip on to the top of the grid told her the dragonball was right in front of her. As she walked, the blip slowly relocated to the center of the screen. When it was exactly in the middle, Bulma looked up, come face to face with the mouth of a nicely sized cave.
    She hesitated, remembering her last run-in in the woods. Anything could occupy this cave, and it was most likely some predator knowing her luck. With a deep breath, Bulma entered the cave; intent on getting the dragonball and getting right back out.
    She’d not taken but two steps inside when a low growl sounded. Envisioning huge black bears, she immediately stilled, eyes wide as she tried to peer into the inky blackness. It did not take long for her curiosity and fear to be given a visual.
    Steeping into the little light that Bulma herself stood in, the gray wolf raised her head, scenting toward the intruder to her den. Her lips curled in a snarl as yellow eyes lit with malice. This was a human, an enemy in her den. She would protect her home and life.
    Bulma gaped at the wolf, her memories of Vegeta as such making her somewhat thrown off by the real thing; not that Vegeta wasn’t real, but as a wolf? It wasn’t Vegeta.
    This, this was a wolf. One who wouldn’t suddenly become a person judging by the size of it. Werewolves were slightly larger than regular wolves and why was she thinking of this when the wolf was crouched down and slinking at her, a low growl rumbling in its throat?
    Giving out a shriek similar to the one proclaimed during the bear run-in, Bulma turned and ran; sprinting out of the cave and hearing the wolf’s paws suddenly strike the ground as it leapt forward and gave chase.
    As if her luck couldn’t get any worse, Bulma felt her foot twist on an odd rock in her path. As she crashed to the ground, she had the idle question of why exactly she always fell during these chase scenes.
    She rolled around to catch a glimpse of the gray wolf leaping right at her and covered her eyes with both hands, not even able to scream so sudden was the attack. Behind the blackness of her hands she heard a thump and a muffled yelp.
    More sounds; scraps, snarls, whines, and shuffling; cut the night before Bulma lowered her hand, her eyes widened to twice their own size.
    A huge, black wolf was tussling with the gray one, rolling her beneath it and taking the ruff of the wolf’s fur under her neck, pulling slightly. The gray wolf immediately stilled, letting out a low mewling that sounded exactly as Bulma would’ve imagined a person pleading for their life would’ve.
    The black wolf seemed to hover over the smaller one, letting out a growl around the mouthful of fur it held. The other merely raised its whining a pitch, still not moving and tail tucked securely into her stomach. Finally, with Bulma just rising to rest on her elbows, the black wolf released
the other, watching with impassive golden eyes as she jumped up and took two faltering steps backwards. Finally, with one last lip-raised snarl, the female wolf turned and fled.
    Bulma was frozen as the black wolf slowly turned to her, as golden eyes the color of the sun’s rays locked onto her. One paw was raised, head lowering slightly to be even with his shoulders. The other paw came up as the first lowered, its tail stuck straight out behind it. Bulma had the distinct impression she was being stalked.
    As she moved a cramping hand, the upper lip of the wolf in front of her curled and a low rumble sounded. Her eyes widened and she felt herself trembling as it continued to growl lowly, still approaching her.
    Quietly, so quietly she almost didn’t hear herself, she whispered into the air between them.
    “Vegeta?” The wolf completely halted, ears pricking as it looked at her. Then it raised its nose slightly, taking in air and letting it back out in a huff. Tilting its head to the side, it continued, head completely lowered this time, but eyes still keeping contact with her own.
    Bulma literally held her breath as the wolf stopped inches from her, tensing all her muscles in anticipation of anything. Cautiously, the wolf inched its head forward, sniffing the air around her and then sniffing her herself as it pressed its nose into her clothes. Then it silently sat back on his haunches, watching her expectantly.
    Bulma let out the breath she’d been holding slowly and moved her hand, wincing at its stiffened condition. The wolf merely blinked at her, staying where it was.
    After a minute of the wolf doing nothing, Bulma laboriously climbed to her feet. Still the wolf did nothing. Obviously, this was Vegeta. But she had locked the Gravity Room, hadn’t she? Suddenly she couldn’t remember doing that. She kept her eyes on the wolf—on Vegeta, and moved to the right, those shining eyes following her as she walked back toward the cave. She stopped completely as the wolf rose and turned to her. It too stilled and she suddenly realized that
he could tell she was afraid of him. He was trying to be as non-threatening as possible.
    Hoping she was right, Bulma again walked toward the cave, still keeping an eye on the wolf. After a few steps, the wolf started to walk after her. This time she did not stop or react, just hurried into the cave.
    There, just in the entrance, placed in a nook on the side of the cave, was the dragonball she looked for. Letting out a sigh of relief, she grabbed it and turned around. The wolf stilled once again; then slowly backed out of the cave and to his left, so she could pass. As she walked past the wolf, she had the odd wish that Vegeta was this polite. He would’ve reveled in scaring her to death.
    She made her way back to the campsite, the wolf—and she was finding it difficult to call him Vegeta—following her like an obedient dog followed its master. She stopped in front of the Gravity Room, seeing that the door was open. She hadn’t locked it. He’d gotten near the door and it had automatically opened. She couldn’t be too angry with herself for forgetting. She might be wolf food
otherwise.
    She opened the door and turned to the wolf, who looked at her and then the door that slid open passively. Without another look at her, the wolf entered the room. This time, when the door shut, Bulma made sure she locked it.
    Numbly, she put the sixth dragonball with the others and crawled into bed, deciding not thinking about what had happened would just make it all better. It would be over with tomorrow.
~<*>~

    Her senses had just awoken to that fact that it was day, and very late in the day, when she heard a strange noise. She started to rise, only to be pushed back down as insistent fingers moved across her clothes now revealed by the unzipping of her sleeping bag.
    She opened her eyes and stared up at the concentrated gaze of Vegeta, which was centered where his hands roamed. He spoke without looking at her.
    “Got the last one.” Bulma was completely awake now, trying to ignore the sensation centered down below when Vegeta’s hands went under her shirt and skimmed over her stomach.
    “Why didn’t you wake me?” He met her eyes this time, smirking devilishly as his fingers increased their pressure and shifted lower. Bulma couldn’t stop her breath hitching in her
throat.
    “I wanted you to have plenty of energy.” His fingers stopped at the hem of her panties, pulling the elastic out and snapping it back into place. Bulma let out a yelp and glared at the still smirking Saiyan. Seeming unmoved by her look, he moved from her side, leaving her cold and wanting. Judging from what she could see now that he standing, he was wanting too. Vegeta watched her slowly rise, climbing out of the sleeping bag and still glaring at him. He chuckled before turning on his heel back to where the packs lay. “Lunch is ready.” Bulma almost fell over trying to unwrap the sleeping bag from her legs.
    “You made it?” Vegeta turned, walking backwards to the fire and frowning at the now freed
woman.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bulma rolled her eyes and tried to shove the hem of her shirt down further as Vegeta trailed a look down her, smirking.
    “It means, you sex-aholic, that you can’t cook and I don’t want to die from whatever you fixed.”
Vegeta stopped and blinked innocently at Bulma, which caused her to raise a brow.
    “But, woman, wouldn’t poisoning you be detrimental to the sex-aholic thing?” Before she could retort, he continued. “Come eat. You had pre-cooked stuff. Some kind of bean substance with meat shaped in cylinders.” He winkled his nose as he turned and knelt before said items. “They don’t smell good either.” She knelt down beside him and picked up a can of the beans with wieners, getting a spoon as well.
    “You’re supposed to doctor it up. Put ketchup in it; heat it up, maybe a little brown sugar.”  Vegeta managed to wrinkle his whole face after taking one bite.
    “Bland.” Bulma giggled and forced down her own canister as fast as possible.
    “Mm-hm. Hence the doctoring. Say, if you could use the dragonball radar, why was I dragged along to suffer bad food and a sleeping bag?”  Vegeta moved onto the tenth can, a growing heap of empty ones piling up beside him.
    “Gravity Room. Lock me in it. Remember?” The stilted sentences were produced in between shovelfuls of food. Bulma suddenly went very silent, concentrating on her food much too eagerly. Of course, Vegeta immediately noticed. And who wouldn’t notice a person that almost talked twenty-four-seven not saying anything? “What?” He stopped eating enough to divert his whole attention on her, even going so far as to halfway put down the food. Bulma started.
    “Huh? What? Nothing.” Vegeta couldn’t stop the snort at the hurried words and slightly dazed look Bulma was giving him.
    “Woman, you keep secrets as good as Kakarott kills. Spill.” Bulma sighed, ignoring the reference toward her best friend that should have been a compliment.
    “I ran into some complications getting the dragonball last night. You don’t—” Her sudden halt made Vegeta lean forward slightly, his dark eyebrows furrowing over even darker eyes.
    “What complications?” His voice was almost a rough growl.  He hadn’t sensed any wounds on her; no scent of blood, no other animal scents. However, the way her eyes suddenly shifted away from him, the way her whole body tensed up…. There was something she didn’t want to tell him and though he had a sudden urge to yell and shake her, he thought it was time to employ some new tactics.
    Bulma almost choked on the food she had just put in her mouth when Vegeta leaned forward and took her in a crushing kiss, sucking the food right out of her mouth and into his. He drew back, smacking his lips purposefully and raking his tongue slowly over them for the gaped-mouthed woman’s benefit.
    “You know, woman, you’re right. Doctoring is just what it needed. Now,” Putting down his own food, Bulma could only watch apprehensively as Vegeta again leaned forward, this time almost seeming to stalk her. It reminded her so much of the wolf, “what was this about—” A heady pause laced the air as Vegeta practically hovered above her, “—complications?”
    He watched with half-lidded eyes as she sucked in a breath, noting with a bit of smugness that from the time he had kissed her until now, she hadn’t been breathing. Now she was, and it was almost a heavy pant that hit his neck in even draws. “Woman….” Bulma blinked, coming out of the trance she had been in as she traced the body of the man above her with wide eyes.
    “What?” Vegeta sighed, lowering himself slowly until his body barely brushed her own. His head lowered and veered from her lips at the last moment. Bulma gulped as his voice reached her, his whispering like a caress against her ear.
    “What complications?” She answered without even realizing she was doing so. “The dragonball was in a cave. A wolf was in a cave. It—” She blinked again as the weight was lifted, feeling cold without his warmth on her. However, it cleared her head enough to catch her words. “It ran away. Just shocked me I guess.” Vegeta arched a brow, sitting back down and picking up his food again.
    “It just ran away. A wolf? After you entered what we can assume was its home?” Bulma shrugged, frowning. If the man thought he was getting any more information for that after the stunt he’d pulled, he was in for a surprise.
    “You’re the wolf. Tell me.” Vegeta half-lowered his food to glare at her.
    “I am not a wolf. It’s temporary. As soon as we wish it away, it will be gone and I can—” His brows furrowed then.
    “What? You can what, Vegeta?” At her slightly anxious tone, Vegeta’s head came up from where it had been studying the ground in front of him.
    “Well, I’m done. Let’s get this over with, woman.” Both eyebrows rose as the importance of his very bad change of subject hit her. He lived to become stronger than Goku. He lived to reach Super Saiyan. He lived to train and fight. Yet how much of that had he been doing? How little had he seemed to care? What if all this—with him, was a result of the wolf and not
really Vegeta? That meant—
    She rolled her shoulders, as if rolling the thought away. It was just sex. It would end. It would have to. So what if it ended after today? Standing without replying to Vegeta, she moved to where the seven dragonballs were gathered, staring down at them with a hint of trepidation she wouldn’t admit to.
    “Well, woman? Wish me back to normal.” She turned at the voice near her ear and drank in the sight of a cross-armed Vegeta, blue bodysuit stretched over layers of muscle and sinew; hard, angular face looking just confused enough to seem hostile.
    “Yes….” At the almost hissed word, Vegeta tilted his head, a slow smirk forming.
    “Now or later?” She let her eyes deliberately trail over Vegeta’s form, noting the tight state
of his lower regions as her eyes lingered there. She took a determined step forward, body barely brushing his own and almost forcing a moan from her lips. One hand trailed down to the seam of his pants, caressing what she found there.
    She circled it; then came back up to covered abs. On the way back down, she lightly raked over his flesh with her fingernails.
    And that was where Vegeta’s intake of breath came into play, causing her head to come up and meet his black eyes, which seemed to be burning. The smirk that played across his mouth proved to be irresistible, but managed to stay itself even as Bulma tried to erase it with her lips.
    Her hand began a frantic pace with him, but it didn’t seem to be enough, no matter how hard Vegeta pushed himself into the contact and stifled grunts and groans. She broke off, not able to stop a grin at his moan at the loss of contact.
    He growled lowly at her, pushing himself into her until he realized she was trying to free him, unsuccessfully.
    He chuckled as her hands worked futilely, trying to find some hidden catch that would undo him fast and efficiently. He finally decided to have mercy on her and him and stepped out of her reach, chuckling again at her frown and whine.  He stripped out of his bodysuit, not being patient enough to tease her by going slowly. He wanted her now, right now, no waits.
    Bulma however, did not have the same plan. She stayed where she was, blue eyes literally devouring the prince where he stood in all his natural grace. She admired slowly the layers of muscle laid over the compact frame of the smaller-than-average Saiyan, wondering why she had never noticed before how good he looked. Like raw and primal need thrust into a deadly package that could crush whole planets with one blow.
    And she had no idea why that suddenly had her panting in a wanton abandon that was as primitive as the man before her.
    Vegeta paused in the look the woman was giving him, realizing they had never really taken the time to admire the other as she was doing to him now.
    Underneath her eyes, he felt—something. The way she looked at him…. Certainly no one else had ever done so. It made him feel…good.
    Lightly purring, he stepped toward the other, watching her blink out of her inspection and meet his eyes with her own. He waved a hand silently at her as he stopped mere inches from her.
    Bulma caught her breath, realizing Vegeta wanted to— And there came a blush she didn’t know she still had in her.
    Taking a deep breath, she raised her shirt above her head, hiding her blush and giving her time to capture the heat that had flushed her face back into her body. As she brought the shirt over her head and down, that same heat hit her full force as the look in obsidian eyes ignited at the sight of her.
    Vegeta growled lowly in his throat as she was partially revealed to him. He had no idea why the women of this world all needed those cups of cloth, though it seemed to lift them up a bit. Still, it was quite—irritable when combined with his need to see all of this woman; to drink in the sight of her until there was nothing left.
    Bulma watched as his hands rose slowly, cupping toward her. She moved slightly; only a hand rose toward the clothing he himself reached for; and he stilled, nodding for her to continue, the arms lowering with quiet restraint. Bulma let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding as his hands lowered and she was free to remove the rest of her clothing. She did so quickly; knowing neither of them had the patience to do any sort of teasing. Suddenly, this had turned serious, and both could sense it, as if it was a taste in the air between their lips.
    Vegeta’s black eyes scanned her body, feeling like a dark caress to the woman who was being inspected. He took in a shaky breath, going over the round curves and hints of musculature in the woman before him. He’d never seen such pale skin before, never noticed how her hair curled just right, to accentuate her hips that cried for hands to cup them; a body that screamed to be held and
worshipped.
    With one movement, he was doing just that, hands touching everywhere his eyes had roamed, so thoroughly that Bulma could not move for the sensation. Instead, her head fell forward, lips finding the junction between shoulder and neck and pressing there as if giving silent thanks.
Vegeta let out a small sound, his own head resting on the woman’s shoulder as his hands continued to move across her body in feather-light touches that were driving Bulma nuts. Eager to make him do more than just barely brush her skin, Bulma started her own assault.
    Vegeta head jerked back up as he felt the woman’s hands start a downward path on his back, knowing where they were heading. One part of him screamed at him to stop her, while another was content to just still and allow the pleasure that bordered on a sweet pain to envelope him when she touched him there.
    It was his indecision that decided for him as Bulma’s fingers lightly pressed onto the place his tail had once been; nothing but a scrap of a stub left from the slice of a sword. A low groan fled from pressed lips as the fingers continued to swirl around and onto the sweet spot, Vegeta’s hips rotating and pressing into Bulma’s in perfect sync with her own movements.
    Bulma hissed breath from between her teeth and raised her head to capture the Prince’s lips, immediately assaulting him as her tongue curled around his own and pulled it into her mouth, practically inhaling it.
    That was the border for Vegeta’s control. Wrenching her away from him, he cradled her at the back of her head and the small of her back, staring with something akin to wonderment at this captivating creature that seemingly could do anything with him she wanted—and….
    Vegeta’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as both of Bulma’s hands met at his center, wrapping around him and gently pulling in smooth and long strokes. The purr that had been lightly rumbling his chest now erupted into a sound that made Bulma’s eyes grow half-lidded from pleasure at the vibration and sound.
    Vegeta lowered his head to anything of Bulma that his lips could touch, showing her his appreciation as she had showed him hers earlier. He didn’t think he could hold himself back much longer. He didn’t think he’d even been trying to hold himself back, so intense was it this time.
    He wanted nothing more than to feel her incase him, to let go inside of her, as if he was giving a piece of himself. He wanted to give her a piece of himself.
    He trusted her.
    His eyes popped open as far as they could go as the thought firmly entrenched itself in his mind. He trusted her.
    Blue eyes met black as they read each other in that moment as they never had before. Bulma let go of Vegeta at the same time as Vegeta lowered her to the ground gently. They still stared into each other’s eyes as he entered her, her breath hitching as the hollow ache was suddenly filled, his breath catching as he was surrounded by her warmth.
    It was over much too soon, neither one feeling an inch of regret as they both came at the same time, yelling the other’s name into the empty wilderness. They’d both been held back for much too long to regret their subsequent completions.
    Bulma curled instinctively around Vegeta, wrapping her limbs around his as if afraid he would simply fade away if she didn’t hold onto him. Vegeta’s arms wrapped around her trembling form, eyes still wide as his tired mind tried to deduce what had passed between them in those last moments. It had been foreign…and—nice.
    A slight sigh from the woman being held in strong, sturdy arms was the only sound for long moments as both rested, heartbeats regulating, breathing slowing. Vegeta moved, feeling muscles warm and content protesting, insisting he simply close his eyes and enjoy the moment of warmth, without any of the attachments that usually dogged his life. He needed to—
    Looking down at the woman looking up at his form hovering half-risen above her, he stared for a long moment into blue eyes, knowing they mirrored his own confusion. Choosing not to speak, he rose fully, disentangling the woman from around him. He picked up his body suit and slowly dressed, hearing the woman silently getting up and following his lead with her own clothes.
    He turned to her once he was sure she was done, not meeting her eyes, but instead glancing behind her at the dragonballs that still rested on the ground.
    A slight frown blemished once relaxed features at the reminder they presented. He silently waited, standing with his arms lax beside him.
    Bulma took the hint faster than she would have expected after whatever had happened had happened. She didn’t think she wanted to think about it any more than Vegeta seemed to. Right. The dragon.
    Turning, she faced the dragonballs and intoned the words that would bring out their own form of a genie.
    “Shenlong! Arise and grant my wish!” A bright light filled their surroundings to the point where both man and woman had to look away. The dragonballs seemed to burst where they were on the ground in a ball of whiteness that shot upwards toward the sky, swirling serpentine through the clouds that gathered and darkened the sky to a night-like quality. The light slowly faded from the dragonballs and the form hidden within the sinuous strip of light that they had produced; leaving a huge, green dragon in their wake. The power from the creature’s size and poise was alone enough to make even Vegeta stare up in awe.
    The voice made the ground beneath both present tremble in its bass quality.
    “What do you wish, mortal?” Bulma stared blankly up at the dragon for a bit before blinking at it, blue eyes not quite able to meet the ruby ones that bored into her.
    “Dragon, I wish for you to rid Vegeta of his lycanthropy.” There was a huge pause from the beast as it considered the woman’s request, checking all the variables of the problem to be solved. Finally, it nodded its shaggy head solemnly.
    “Your wish cannot be granted.” Bulma heard the gasp of surprise and anger from behind her over the sudden pounding of her heart.
    “What? Why?” The dragon again considered the question; then proclaimed in a voice that
brooked no doubt or response,
    “Vegeta is dead.”

Ah, that last sex scene? Whew. I’m thinking that’s my best yet right there. Inspired by Evanescence’s Haunted. If you haven’t heard them yet, you need to. IMO, they rock! If you have it, play it and then go back and read the last sex scene. See what I mean? Lol

Vegeta’s lover: ß You are? Coolness! So, how long do you guys last? Lol *sigh*
You people with your low self esteem. Actually that is a good question. *shrugs*
I think I have to figure that one out myself…. ^_~

Lupa: There is no moon. *gg* Well girl. I’ll be emailing you….

JadedBest: Have I scarred the boy for life now. *smirk* Told you you’d regret
having him as a co-reviewer. Poor thing. I think I edu-ma-cated him a bit too
much, eh? Lol

Elbereth in April: Interesting indeed. I think they just got Fu—ed.

Susan: Yep. He was a wolf…. Um, waitaminute. How can—? Oh. Guess again.