Inappropriate Behavior
Part 1: No Rest for the Weary
by Ginia

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Vegeta stalked down the seemingly deserted corridors of the station. Some type of warning must have escaped one of the earlier bases he had destroyed. They knew he was coming and had prepared for his arrival. Prince Vegeta, Frieza's 'Saiyan Lap Dog,' had come calling to repay their bill of insolence. Now that Kakarott had defeated Frieza, only the bases still loyal to Frieza's name were left for Vegeta to vent his anger on.

Vegeta could sense some sort of energy field a short distance ahead. ~'A trap, of course,' he thought. Vegeta hoped that this base would offer him at least a light workout. The other bases had been pathetic in their attempts to stop him, no challenge for him at all. As Vegeta approached the focus of the energy he examined every detail of his environment. Even when faced with sure victory he would not be reckless. Vegeta attempted to prepare for whatever trap had been laid.

A faint hum whispered in Vegeta's ears and a strange vibration seemed to tickle his skin. Without any further, warning Vegeta's senses reeled, sending him stumbling against the corridor wall. He shook his head trying to clear his vision and his mind. Vegeta wiped a shaky hand across his face, the glove came away bloody. His nose had begun to bleed. Staring at the blood Vegeta understood that he would have to act quickly. They were using some sort of automated sonic attack, attempting to tear him apart one cell at a time. It was working.

Even as he felt his body weaken, Vegeta concentrated to bring his energy up to a useable level. He created an expanding sphere of destruction, which gradually moved through the levels around him. At last the sound stopped and Vegeta settled slowly into the shallow crater the upper levels of the station has become. He found that he could not maintain his balance and sank to one knee.

Anger flooded Vegeta's veins, ~'The cowardly bastards! If they won't face me then they'll die where they hide!' After a few more deep breaths, Vegeta stood and began to power up. Vegeta could tell that their attack had diminished his energy, but that wouldn't save them. As he rose into the air he sent blast after blast throughout the perimeter of the station until nothing but charred rubble remained.

Vegeta flew slowly back to his waiting ship. He wasn't seriously damaged but he wasn't in great shape either. With his ship's fuel already running low, Vegeta decided that now was as good a time as any to find out if Kakarott had returned to Chikyuu.

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'BRRAAaaaAAaaa…!' Another alarm brought the weary warrior back to the ship's control panel. "Kuso! What is it with all these patrols?" Vegeta carefully adjusted his trajectory to avoid the intruding ship. Chuckling darkly, he decided that whoever had taken control of Frieza's forces must be getting tired of having their bases destroyed.

The Capsule Corp ship he'd stolen nearly a year ago had allowed him to train at high g's while seeking out any sign of Kakarott. It had also provided convenient access to many of the planets that still harbored Frieza's bases. Unfortunately, the speedy ship was also unarmed.

On any planet Vegeta was confident he had no equal but he also knew that the only way for him to survive in space was to avoid the armed vessels that had begun to hunt him. Professor Briefs had built his ship with advanced electronics that made avoiding unwanted attention possible, but not easy. As long as Vegeta remained alert and altered his course as needed, he should be able to stay beyond sensor range of the any patrolling ships.

Satisfied with the new readings, Vegeta was finally able to return to the sleeping mat he had arranged near the controls to try and get some much needed rest. "At this rate it'll take me another two weeks to reach Chikyuu," he grumbled. As Vegeta dozed, he thought about his dwindling fuel reserves and his annoyance that he hadn't found Kakarott. In his weary state, one wandering thought led to another: ~'Annoying… those annoying humans… blue hair… so easy to annoy…' With that final fading thought Vegeta slept once again.

* * * * * *

On a sunny balcony overlooking the Capsule Corp grounds, Bulma and the gang were enjoying cold drinks and the peaceful atmosphere. Bulma broke the quiet; "I had a weird dream last night that Vegeta came back." 

Yamcha sputtered "What! Vegeta? You dreamt about him?!"

"Ya know, actually he was pretty nice to me in the dream… and a good kisser to boot." 

"What?! You kissed him?!" Yamcha couldn't believe what Bulma was telling them. 

"It was just a dream Yamcha," scolded Bulma. 

"You poor sap," teased Oolong, "You're jealous aren't ya? Admit it!" 

"Yeah, right," humphed Yamcha.

Mrs. Briefs was refilling their drinks and added, "Speaking of Vegeta, your Dad said he should be running out of fuel soon." 

This caught Bulma's attention, "Hmmm? Vegeta's running out of fuel?" With that comment Bulma sighed deeply, leaning on the balcony railing and looking out into the distance. Yamcha watched her sad and thoughtful face with unease. 

* * * * * *

For nearly a month, Vegeta had been dodging the sensors of other ships. He couldn't risk detection by any unknown vessel. He had pushed himself past the point of exhaustion and was operating on pure stubbornness. As Chikyuu approached, staying awake was now his biggest challenge.

"Almost there….stay focused….stay awake….almost…." Vegeta's ship crashed near the Capsule Corp main house. ~'Feh… Any landing you can walk away from…' He opened the hatch and started down the canted walkway breathing deeply of the fresh air. His eyes even then wanted to drift closed.

Yamcha was once again visiting Bulma, trying to dig himself out of his latest female fiasco. "Bulma, please! She was a sports reporter, it was nothing but a business dinner!" Whether Bulma believed him or not was suddenly overshadowed by the appearance of the missing Capsule Corp spaceship as it crashed a bare hundred yards away.

Yamcha flew towards the ship, placing himself at the ready between the quickly approaching Bulma and their unwanted guest. "Vegeta! You have some nerve coming back here!" Vegeta's eyes flashed open at Yamcha's challenge; shocked that his energy was so depleted he hadn't sensed the fool's presence. Vegeta had hoped to determine Kakarott's whereabouts without dealing with more of these annoying humans than possible. He looked at the pair before him, sighed and rubbed his forehead with one gloved hand. The sooner he got rid of this fool the sooner he could rest.

"Not that it's any of your business, baka, but I had hoped that Kakarott had finally returned!" With his question hanging, his eyes met Bulma's where she hid behind Yamcha - neither broke their gazes. 

Yamcha did not like Vegeta looking at Bulma for any reason and answered him sharply. "No, he hasn't! Now get back in that ship you stole and get the hell out of here! If you can't find Goku on your own don't expect us to help you! So, leave! You're not welcome here!"

Bulma could almost see the flames of rage spark to life within Vegeta's eyes at Yamcha's words. There was no way she was going to let a battle erupt on the patio of her home; especially after Vegeta's crash landing had already ruined her mother's garden.

Bulma stepped between the two warriors, "Hey guys - ugh! What is that awful smell?" Stepping closer to Vegeta and tapping him on the chest she continued, "Oh, it's you! When's the last time you bathed there, bud? You need a bath… Please, this way." Pointing towards the house, Bulma began to walk away leaving both Vegeta and Yamcha with expressions of extreme surprise behind her. Looking back at the unmoving Vegeta she asked, "Well, what? Did you want me to roll out the red carpet?" 

Anger again surged through Vegeta followed almost immediately by waves of exhaustion. With no more than an annoyed "Humph!!" Vegeta stalked after her into the house. A hot shower and a short period of uninterrupted rest did sound good right then…maybe even better than beating that sorry excuse for a warrior to a pulp. After all, chuckled Vegeta; there would always be time for that later.

* * * * * *

Once they reached the bathroom Bulma began to tell Vegeta about the Nameks' departure for a new planet, along with anything else she could think of to fill the ever-lengthening silence. As she started the water, she noticed Vegeta sitting on the vanity stool completely ignoring her, but also just barely awake. 

"Vegeta?" she called softly, gesturing to his clothes. "Give me those smelly things and I'll get them washed. Oh, and after you've finished in here you can rest up in your old room if you want. No one is using it." 

Vegeta 'humphed' and began to pull off his armor. "No! Wait! Not in front of me!" squeaked Bulma. "Foolish woman!" Vegeta spat, "Get out then! I'm ready for my shower!"

Bulma shot out of the bathroom door and waited for Vegeta to hand out his dirty clothes. Instead she heard the shower door shut as the Saiyan Prince began his shower. 

"That inconsiderate prick!" Bulma stormed back into the room and stooped to grab Vegeta's clothes off the floor. As she arose, she saw Vegeta standing in the shower propped up by his hands in the water's path, his head resting on the wall tiles, and completely unaware of her presence. Concern touched her heart. ~'He's so tired. I wonder what he's been through these last few months?' She left quietly, gently shutting the door behind her.

* * * * * *

Once she had returned to the patio Bulma suggested that Yamcha go on home. He definitely did not agree! Bulma countered his objections by reminding him that Vegeta had already lived at Capsule Corp for several months. In all that time, he had neither killed anyone nor destroyed the place, and that was without Yamcha being alive and hovering about. "So, unless you really want to stick around and discuss your 'business date' with that 'reporter girl' some more…?"

Yamcha decided that maybe it would be all right to leave Vegeta where he was for now and get out while he still could. Bulma was obviously in no mood to be reasonable.

A few minutes later Bulma heard a bellowing call from the house, "Woman! Woman, are you out there? Where are the drying cloths? Woman!"

"Keep your shirt on Vegeta!" An image of Vegeta naked in the shower flashed through her mind bringing a blush to her cheeks, "I'll get you some towels in a second." Bulma quickly grabbed a couple of towels from the linen closet and took them to the soggy Saiyan. "Here ya go, Vegeta."

A dripping hand reached out as Vegeta snatched a towel from Bulma through the partially opened door. Grunting, "About damn time, Woman!" He slammed the door in her face.

"Fine, then!" she shouted at the closed door, "Next time you can just get your own stupid towel!" The door suddenly opened and Bulma stumbled back in surprise as a very wet Vegeta stomped out wrapped in the towel.

Vegeta glanced at Bulma's startled face, snarled, and pushed past her, heading for his old room. Looking at the liquid trail he left, she tried to give him the other towel. "Here Vegeta - you're dripping everywhere! You need a second towel to dry off with since you're wearing the first one!"

"Damn fool Woman," grumbled Vegeta, shrugging away from Bulma's repeated attempts to hang the towel around his shoulders.

"Damn it, Vegeta! There's a river of water dripping from your hair! You're flooding the floor!"

"Woman, quit pestering me!" Vegeta stepped into his room followed closely by Bulma.

"But, Vegeta you're soaking wet! If you don't dry that mop on your head you'll never get dry! Do you want to get sick?" Vegeta just growled and with his towel still wrapped around his waist, lay down on his bed with his back towards Bulma. "Why don't you use your ki to dry your hair? That's what Yamcha does when he's in a hurry.

"Woman, I'm not that -(yawn)- that weakling human you're Mated to -(yawn)- I don't get sick… mmm… I'm a Saiyan warrior… strongest warrior…" With a final sigh Vegeta's voice faded and he was fast asleep.

Bulma took the towel she had been trying to force into Vegeta's hands and began to softly rub his exposed back dry. "Yeah, tough guy, and I'm sure your shivering just because you want to," whispered the now smiling Bulma.

As Bulma continued to dry Vegeta's beautifully shaped back she examined his many scars, tracing each one with her fingers, wondering what kind of damage would leave such scars on the nearly indestructible Saiyan. Low on the small of Vegeta's back, just peeking over the towel he wore, was a mark Bulma recognized. "Hmmm," she murmured, "his tail scar, looks just like Goku's," but as her fingers outlined that small circular nub, something unexpected happened.

At her touch Vegeta groaned softly and thrust his hips forward, away from her curious fingers. Bulma backed away quickly thinking she had awakened him but as she watched she realized that he was sound asleep and still moving his hips very slightly. She giggled softly, ~'Guess he liked that,' and with a mischievous grin, all too similar to Vegeta's habitual smirk, she approached the bed again.

Peeking over his back, she could see the bulge within the towel he wore. "Yep," she whispered, "I'd say he liked that a lot." Her fingers searched out his tail scar once more, gently stroking over the slightly raised bump. Again a soft groan rewarded her, but this time Vegeta shifted position as he thrust his hips forward in need, leaving him lying upon his stomach. As Bulma continued her soft massage of his tail spot his groans became louder, his thrusts more desperate.

His hands gripped the bedspread and pillow, soon pushing the pillow away from his face. He turned his head from side to side as if seeking something. Bulma backed away to watch as the show continued on without her encouragement. Vegeta squirmed, rubbing himself against the bed in his sleep, becoming more and more agitated. Bulma found herself rubbing her fingers against her own sex as Vegeta's burning need stirred an answering heat deep within her.

"Who are you dreaming of, Vegeta?" wondered Bulma as she slowly backed toward the door. Vegeta's thrusts had taken on the unmistakable pattern of approaching climax and she didn't want to be caught still in his room if he awoke. She held his door barely open, watching until he began to cry out in words she couldn't understand, needing to see as much of his pleasure as possible before fleeing to her own room.

 

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End Chapter 1

Inappropriate Behavior
Part 2: An Attitude Adjustment
by Ginia

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The next morning, the Briefs family began the process of adjusting to Vegeta dwelling within their walls once more. Mrs. Briefs began stocking up on the foods Vegeta ate in such massive quantities. As a special treat for his sweet tooth, she had even tucked away several pounds of fine chocolate.

Bulma and her dad examined the wrecked ship to determine the extent of the damage and her best options on how to remove it from her mom's flower garden. As Professor Briefs entered the ship to get started on the repairs a rush of wind announced the arrival of Yamcha.

"So, where is he?" grumbled Yamcha.

"Good morning, Yamcha. Not even a 'Hello' first? Vegeta is still asleep. I'd be surprised if we saw him before lunchtime. He was really beat yesterday." Bulma pretended to examine something on the ship because she was sure her face was a rosy shade of red from recalling just how out of it Vegeta had been after his shower.

"Bulma! How can you be so casual about this! He's not some out of town guest here for a visit, you know! He originally came to kill us all! Have you forgotten all that? I sure haven't!!"

"Good Grief, Yamcha! Calm down. I haven't forgotten anything but the situation IS completely different now and like it or not, Capsule Corp is the best place for him to stay."

"Oh yeah, it's completely different!" he snapped sarcastically. "Now he's just moving in with my girlfriend and she's happy about it!"

"What is your problem!" screamed Bulma. "Are you angry because Vegeta came back or jealous because he is staying at Capsule Corp?"

"I saw the way you two looked at each other when he first arrived," Yamcha continued bitterly. "What went on between you when he lived here before? Back when I was still dead?"

Bulma could not believe what she was hearing. "THAT'S IT! You've said ENOUGH! You're the one always looking for an easy fuck, not me! LEAVE, Yamcha! NOW! And don't come back until you start thinking with your head instead of your DICK!"

Bulma stormed away from Yamcha and into the house. All those months she had waited for Yamcha's return. All her hopes and dreams for their future. Her mother had often teased her that every other word she said was about how it would be when Yamcha returned. Sadly she had discovered that when Yamcha finally did return, he'd become even less faithful than he had been.

Even though she'd always been faithful to Yamcha, his words still caused her to feel guilty about watching Vegeta dream, well OK, causing his dream. ~'I rub Vegeta's back dry and it turns him on! So What! He was asleep, for Kami's sake. It's not like we were messing around! Yamcha's the one with the revolving door on his apartment! So why am I feeling guilty? Forget it! He's the one out of line here!'

"And HE'S the one accusing ME!!" Bulma ranted as she entered the kitchen to be greeted by her mother.

"What's the matter, dear? Isn't Yamcha staying for lunch?"

"No, mom, he's gone! We're finished! He thinks I was fooling around with Vegeta when he lived with us before! Can you believe that! I've never gone out on him!"

"Of course not dear, but since Yamcha does have other girl friends…"

Bulma sighed, ~'Isn't anything private around here?'

Her mom continued, smiling warmly, "Maybe it's time for you to start seeing someone else. Ya know, honey, that Vegeta is such a nice young man and handsome too, don't ya think?" Bulma had to smile at her mother's naïve approach to life. "Sure mom, he's a beautiful statue complete with a heart of stone." Mrs. Briefs' eyes lit up with Bulma's very qualified agreement. "Relax mom! I'm not looking for a new boyfriend any time soon. I think I'm a little bit mad at all men right now - so NO matchmaking! Got it?"

"Oh, Bulma, you know I'd never do that!" Mrs. Briefs grinned brightly. "Now why don't I pack up some of the lunch I'm making so that you and your dad can have a nice picnic while you work on that thingy in my garden? That'll help you feel better, won't it?"

Bulma sighed and smiled, "OK, but if Vegeta wakes up you'll call me? He's really not a very nice guy, mom."

"Don't worry, honey," giggled Mrs. Briefs, "I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to work before Vegeta wakes up. I just checked on him a bit ago when I left a little snack and a fresh change of clothes in his room. He's still sound asleep but I've made a huge lunch just in case."

* * * * * *

He held her in his arms, their tails tightly entwined, her legs wrapped around his waist urging him deeper within her. Their moans of building pleasure echoed in his ears. She was so warm and tight around him. Her muscles squeezed him from both the inside and out. "More, I need more!" he called hoarsely to his partner, thrusting harder and deeper, her hips rising gladly to meet him stroke for stroke. So close, he was so close… with a final thrust Vegeta found release, crying out in the language of his dead home world, "You are my Mate, my Chosen!"

Then there was nothing. Vegeta blinked his weary eyes, recognizing his room at Capsule Corp. It had all been a dream. "Well not quite all…" he mumbled as he unwrapped the messy towel from his waist and cleaned himself off.

He had not been troubled by a dream like this since puberty and he had believed he never would be again. Raditz had explained to the young Vegeta that dreams like this were a kind of dress rehearsal for when his instinctive need to mate would kick in. But why would the dream return now? There were no Saiyan females to ignite that dormant urge so that couldn't be it. Could it? No, of course not. This was just a dream - a fluke. Nothing worth losing sleep over and that was what he needed now, sleep and lots of it. Burrowing into the sheets of his bed he let sleep take him once more.

Vegeta's sleep was filled with dreams. Most were pleasing, some were not, but one strange dream visited him again and again.

Vegeta would find himself in a field of tall grass. Around him danced a rainbow of female forms. So many colors, but all with eyes of flame and lashing tails. As they danced one would spring forward to tease him, touching him softly before leaping back from his grasp. Again and again they would leap forward caressing his arms, his tail, creating such a burning desire but never could he capture one of the lithe creatures. When it felt as though he must posses one or die, all would simply spin away from his grasp and fade into mist.

Here the recurring dream would end only to return again with increasing intensity later on.

* * * * * *

As the sun rose on his second morning back on Chikyuu, the demand for sleep finally released Vegeta's mind and body only to be overshadowed by his need for food - among other things. ~'Damn fool dreams…' Vegeta sat on the edge of his bed, his groin annoyingly hard and sensitive. ~ 'I have no time for this, and no Saiyan females either,' he thought ruefully.

Looking around, he saw the covered plate and large bowl of fruit Mrs. Briefs set out for him the day before. He quickly ate the dried meat and fish he found, washing down each bite with the juicy fruit. Once his snack was finished, he dressed in the clothes that had been left for him. Satisfied that his 'condition' was adequately concealed, Vegeta headed for the kitchen in search of a more filling meal.

* * * * * *

Bulma's first clue that Vegeta was finally awake came when he appeared in her doorway demanding that she get out of bed immediately and repair the gravity control unit on his ship so that he could get back to his training! She hummed to herself, ~'Things are back to normal - I guess.'

Before Vegeta had left in search of Goku, he had constantly been appearing in the doorways of her bedroom or workroom demanding her attention for this repair or that new training device. The self-centered prince treated her and everyone else as tools, never as a person. No way was she about to hop out of bed just because he said so!

Bulma sat up, stretching her arms over and behind her head. Vegeta's eyes popped open and his breath caught in his chest as Bulma's shapely breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her nightgown. He could clearly see her nipples, soft and full with the warmth of her bed, just beginning to harden as the room's chill reached them. He moved towards her even as he struggled to control his racing thoughts and demanding anatomy.

Her eyes had been closed as she stretched and she didn't open them until she finally felt content to face the day. She looked towards Vegeta, startled to find that he had moved into her room. "So you want a gravity chamber…" she began, only to stop at his suddenly murderous statement. ~'Kami! What's set him off!' she gulped as a surge of fear ran through her.

"Woman, I've changed my mind!" Vegeta shouted. "I want that ship fully operational as quickly as possible!" As Vegeta spun from her room he continued to roar, "Kakarott's not here, so I'm going back to space until he returns!" Alone in her room again Bulma murmured, "Uh, yeah sure…" and wondered what the hell just happened.

Vegeta left Capsule Corp as quickly as possible, flying to a thickly wooded area where he hoped to be able to meditate and control this absurd reaction. He had wanted her, Gods how he'd wanted her. No! This is just another weakness to be overcome. There was no way he was going to let his mind and body be ruled by a bunch of stupid hormones. He shouldn't be reacting to her at all! She's not Saiyan and she's a Mated female! All those months of listening to her sickening mooning over her 'lost love' plus that fool's territorial challenge when he first arrived could leave no doubt about that! None of this made sense!

And yet… the memory of her scent filled his mind, the vision of her sitting on the bed, her firm breasts… Vegeta groaned as his body ached for her touch.

* * * * * *

After Vegeta's strange behavior in her bedroom, Bulma decided that the sooner he was off the planet the better she would like it. Heading for the ship, she began to mentally list what materials would be needed to make the ship at least minimally space worthy.

As she approached the circular craft dread flooded through her. ~'Oh no! Dad, you didn't!'

Around her goal were strewn parts, panels and pieces of who knew what vital ship components while through it all walked a very happy Professor Briefs. As he poked here and there he made short notations on the improvements he planned. Catching sight of Bulma he exclaimed like an excited child, "Look here! With just a few weeks of modifications this propulsion system will be faster and far more fuel efficient than my original design! There's room for improvement on the gravity control unit too!"

As Professor Briefs spoke, he pointed to the various items scattered about the ground. Bulma could only sigh. With the ship now a seemingly permanent part of her mother's garden, Bulma decided to handle safety issues first. She began ordering up the equipment needed to lift and stabilize the precariously tilted craft. Once that was finished all Bulma could do was assist her dad and wait for Vegeta's return. It was obvious that the ship was not going anywhere and neither was Vegeta.

* * * * * *

Three days later Vegeta reappeared, demanding to know the progress on the repairs he had ordered. His attitude was almost more than Bulma could take but she forced herself not to snap back at him. As calmly as she could, Bulma explained that it would be 3-4 weeks before the ship was ready. Vegeta's temper blew. After listening to Vegeta shout for several minutes that there was 'No Way' he was staying on Chikyuu for another 3 weeks, Bulma began to relax. ~'He's taking this better than I thought.' Then his anger shifted. Instead of continuing to rage on at the world in general, Vegeta's temper suddenly focused on Bulma.

"Baka Woman!" Vegeta shouted, "Can't you do anything right! I told you I was leaving! Are you trying to keep me here?!"

"Keep you…? You Arrogant Ass!!" screeched Bulma, stepping right into his face. "I'd personally kick your conceited butt into orbit right now if I could!"

Just as Vegeta took a breath to respond he paused, suddenly aware of how close she stood to him, her body lightly brushing against his, her scent engulfing him. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her, taste those perfect lips… ~'NO! This is unacceptable, I will not yield to this!' Vegeta turned and stalked into the house shouting over his shoulder, "Just fix it!!" before he slammed the door.

Bulma saw the strange shift of emotion within his eyes as he had unexpectedly paused. Her breath caught as she realized just how close to Vegeta she stood. Then he was gone and for the second time Bulma was left to wonder what the hell had just happened.

* * * * * *

There was plenty of work that needed her full attention but Bulma found her mind wandering to more interesting things. The heat of Vegeta's body when they had stood so close, that flicker of emotion in his eyes, the way he had moaned when she…. "Argh! This is not accomplishing anything!" She decided to take a break and then hopefully return to her task with a clear mind. Perhaps a snack would do the trick.

As Bulma exited the ship she noticed - for the first time really noticed - Vegeta working out nearby; practicing handstand pushups and back flips that would put any gymnast to shame. His every move so precise... so powerful... Vegeta glanced at her with a scowl but Bulma smoothly continued on her trek pretending to be unaware of his presence. Once in the kitchen, Bulma made a sandwich then stood near the window to nibble at her snack, continuing to watch Vegeta from the shadowed interior of the room.

Vegeta had begun shadow boxing; kicking, dodging, and throwing punches at his invisible foe. His every move a play of muscle on muscle that held Bulma's rapt attention. Without warning, Vegeta froze mid-movement and turned to face the house. Bulma took an involuntary step back further into shadow but never took her eyes off Vegeta. As if they were standing five feet apart, Vegeta looked straight into her eyes. ~'He can't possibly see me,' but even as the panicked thought flit through her mind, she knew it was a lie.

She held his gaze, the distance between them giving her courage. His eyes were so dark, so deep… A tingle of warmth began deep in her center and a flush moved across her cheeks. She glanced away briefly, surprised at her reaction. When she looked back, Vegeta was gone.

 

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End Chapter 2

Inappropriate Behavior
Part 3: Conflicting Choices
by Ginia

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After a night of tossing and turning, Bulma realized she would get no peace until she settled a few things in her own mind. ~'OK, Girl, snap out of it! You can't possibly be attracted to Vegeta! He's a homicidal, egotistical jerk - who just happens to be absolutely gorgeous!' "ARGH!! I must be insane!" she shouted to the empty room. Just the thought of Vegeta's dark eyes sent another wave of heat through Bulma's body. As much as she might have wished otherwise, there was no avoiding the simple fact that Vegeta turned her on - big time.

As Bulma dressed for the day, she found herself leaving an extra button open on her shirt to better display her ample cleavage. ~'Well, why not? I'm definitely going to be looking at him, it can't hurt to give him something to look back at now, can it?' With a last check in the mirror, Bulma adjusted the position of her hip hugging shorts and headed to the kitchen for breakfast and maybe an accidental encounter with Vegeta.

Mrs. Briefs was alone in the kitchen, just finishing up the dishes from Vegeta's enormous morning meal. "Good morning, sweetheart," chirped the ever-chipper woman, "Would you like some pancakes?"

"Morning, mom, no thanks - Vegeta's already training, huh?" Her mom nodded as Bulma dug through the refrigerator. Selecting some yogurt and fruit, Bulma sat at the table to eat. She momentarily considered discussing her dilemma with her mom, then realized how useless that would be. Her most reliable choice to talk over problems with was Yamcha - but that was definitely out! She hadn't heard a word from Yamcha since they'd broken up and now would not be a good time to meet. Yamcha somehow always knew when she was aroused and she had no doubt that he would try to exploit the situation, broken up or not! Sighing heavily, she decided this was one problem she would just have to work out alone and she headed out to begin the day's session of repairs.

Bulma's mother watched her leave, a knowing smile and a surprisingly sneaky glint in her normally innocent eyes. "Now, what tempting snack can I send with Bulma for delivery to Vegeta? After all," she giggled, "there's no sense wasting all Bulma's effort at attracting attention on a bunch of machines!" Mrs. Briefs happily set about her task of what could not possibly be considered matchmaking! Why, of course not! She was just assisting nature!

Reaching the grounded craft, Bulma was surprised to find Vegeta inside pacing next to Professor Briefs. "Well, yes - of course Vegeta. Hmm, how about we ask Bulma to focus on the chamber's structural integrity and then get the gravity control unit rebuilt? That way you'll at least have use of the gravity chamber until the propulsion system is ready." Vegeta just growled. "I'm afraid that's the best I can offer, young fellow, it'll be at least 3 weeks before she's ready for space again." Professor Briefs patted the wall of the ship lovingly.

Vegeta angrily spun on his heel to storm from the ship, but as he turned he plowed smack into Bulma instead. His arms came up reflexively, catching Bulma against him before she could fall. Vegeta felt the bare skin of her waist and back under his hands. Her body was so soft and firm… abruptly Vegeta pushed Bulma away from him, dropping her onto her butt. 

"Watch where you're going, woman!" he yelled as he continued out of the ship.

Bulma sat there stunned; not because of Vegeta's actions but because of the sudden firm growth she had felt pressed between their bodies in those few seconds that he had held her to him. Professor Briefs helped Bulma to her feet as anger began to take charge of her emotions. 

"Who the hell does he think he is! Oooo, that - that JERK!" she screamed to her father.

"Now, Bulma - " he began, but she was already charging in the direction Vegeta had gone.

Shouting his name, Bulma found Vegeta only a short distance away, stretching in preparation for his workout. As she approached, Vegeta quickly dropped to the ground and began a set of pushups. He cursed himself silently for not having left Capsule Corp immediately after he emerged from the ship. He hadn't thought the idiotic woman would follow him and now he was stuck. Doing pushups may have been the simplest way to conceal his obvious erection, but it also left his mind open for some vivid mental pictures!

"All right, Vegeta! What's with you lately? And what's the big idea of knocking me down?" she demanded.

"Can't you see I'm training, Woman?! Get away from me!" Vegeta growled, not even glancing at Bulma.

"I can see a lot of things, Vegeta," smirked an angry Bulma. "Care to discuss a few of them?"

Vegeta's eyes flashed toward Bulma for only an instant before he continued his workout. "Baka! I have nothing to discuss with you!" Bulma just crossed her arms and stood there smiling smugly at Vegeta, awaiting the outburst she knew must come. In one fluid movement Vegeta was on his feet, surrounded by a blue glow, his back coldly toward Bulma. "I've had enough of your fool distractions, Woman! Just repair that gravity chamber so I can train in peace!"

In a rush of air, Bulma was left alone. "I'm a distraction, huh?" whispered the grinning woman. "You have no idea of just how distracting I can be."

* * * * * *

Bulma's mind was surprisingly settled after her encounter with Vegeta. His was not. Vegeta flew in the icy chill of high altitude, deliberately letting the cold penetrate deep into his bones. The idea that Bulma might be aware of his dishonorable attraction to her was deeply disturbing. He had previously accepted that with her fiery temper and burning tongue, Bulma was about the closest thing to a Saiyan female on this pitiful planet. Although physically weak, she was undeniably beautiful. She would have made him a most desirable Mate - if she were not already Mated, her soul already bound for eternity to another.

His decision to ignore his body's reaction to her was based on both his pride and his honor. She belonged to another. He would not degrade himself by approaching her - he couldn't. But neither could he continue to flee the area whenever she confronted him. From here on he would stand his ground. He controlled his choices, not some blasted female!

* * * * *

Later that afternoon, Yamcha came to visit Bulma. Sitting on the grass under a shady tree, Yamcha tried to apologize for his outburst earlier in the week. Bulma listened silently as he explained that he had no idea why he'd said such things to her. Finally, she spoke up. "It's because, in the same situation, you would have fooled around," she said quietly. "No - Yamcha, wait," she interrupted when Yamcha tried to speak. "You know it's true and you also know it's been that way for a long time." They each dwelled within their own thoughts for several minutes.

"I'm sorry, Bulma, I'm so sorry," Yamcha eventually murmured in reply. They continued to sit quietly for a time until Yamcha spoke again. "This is it, then? It's really over after so many years?"

Staring into the cloudless blue sky, Bulma whispered her answer. "I think it's time, Yamcha, don't you?"

She laid her head onto his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around her waist. "You know, Bulma, you're the best friend I've ever had -" he began, his voice fading.

"That hasn't changed, Yamcha." The two friends stood, embracing each other tenderly. Yamcha stepped back and kissed Bulma's forehead before walking away. "Don't be a stranger, Yamcha," she said. He just smiled and left.

From across the compound Vegeta glared at the seemingly cozy pair before turning his back and resuming his workout.

* * * * *

Bulma sat alone on the grass feeling sad but satisfied. This was as it should be. She sighed, then looked up, hearing her mom's voice. "Oh, Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs tittered from the kitchen window, "Can you give me a hand with something, sweetheart?" Bulma went to lend a hand.

Entering the kitchen, Bulma found her mother in the process of loading dish after dish into a large picnic basket. "What's up, mom?" she asked. "Well, honey, I thought that nice Vegeta would have come in for lunch quite a while ago. The dear man must be simply starved by now! If you have time, would you mind taking this out to him for me?" Mrs. Briefs asked sweetly.

Bulma's first impulse was that Vegeta was welcome to starve - but then she remembered his rather obvious discomfort around her, and her private decision to be absolutely the best distraction Vegeta had ever encountered.

With a huge smile, Bulma answered her mom, "Sure, no problem! Umm, did you happen to put a dessert in there for him?" she asked, looking into the basket, "Or how about some chocolate?" Ideas on how to torment Vegeta into admitting he was attracted to her danced through her mind. Minutes later, Bulma was on her way to locate Vegeta with the basket, a box of chocolates, and a plan.

* * * * *

Vegeta had returned to his workout on the far side of the ship seething at the twist of fate that decreed once he finally desired a true mate, his perfect choice would already be united to another.

It never occurred to Vegeta how drastically his attitude had altered from that first morning he had realized his need for a mate. His view of Bulma had gradually changed from the cause of an annoying hormonal reflex, to a delicate treasure forever forbidden to him.

That very treasure approached him now, smiling and bearing a basket that smelled very interesting. Vegeta tried to ignore her as she stopped nearby spreading a large blanket which she quickly covered with a mouth-watering assortment of dishes. Even as Vegeta continued his workout, his growling stomach and quick glances betrayed his interest.

"Vegeta? I brought you some lunch, can you take a short break?" Bulma asked while filling a large plate for him. Vegeta concentrated, reminding himself that he would treat the woman no differently than her father - she was just another worker assigned to repair his ship. Completing a few more exercises Vegeta felt he was ready to face Bulma and walked toward the meal awaiting him.

Bulma reclined comfortably along one side of the blanket and smiled sweetly at Vegeta. "I even have a special treat for you after lunch," she purred as she stretched out onto her side. Vegeta looked at her coldly and sat down to eat with one knee drawn up in front of him, the other leg bent 'Indian' style. He kept his eyes and his mind focused on the meal quickly disappearing from his plate, only to have Bulma rise and lean forward to refill his dish and also place her cleavage front and center in Vegeta's view. Filling Vegeta's plate for a third time, Bulma took special delight in noticing a bulge had begun to press outward from Vegeta's snug shorts.

With Vegeta's meal nearly complete, Bulma kneeled before him to whisper provocatively, "I have something I know you want, Vegeta." Before he had a chance to answer, Bulma brought out the box of chocolates, opened them and held them pressed to her chest level with the low opening of her shirt.

Without his expression ever changing, Vegeta reached forward and took a sweet morsel, popping it into his mouth. Bulma smiled and held the box still. Vegeta's expression may have been steady but his hand was not; the slightest tremor betrayed his unease as his eyes flicked back and forth between Bulma's soft mounds and the rich chocolate treats snuggled so close together.

When Vegeta had consumed the last of his dessert, he stood and returned to his workout without any comment. As she watched Vegeta resume his training, there was no doubt that he was aroused even though he was ignoring that rather prominent fact. Smiling, Bulma packed up the dishes and decided this round of distraction had gone quite well.

* * * * *

As the days went by, Vegeta's physical frustrations grew. He found himself watching Bulma every chance he could. She seemed to be fully aware of his observation and delighted in provoking his need any chance she had. Even with as much determination as Vegeta had, he began to fear that if the ship wasn't ready soon to free him from Bulma's torments, he would eventually fail in his resolve and betray his honor.

* * * * *

Progress was gradually being made on the gravity chamber. The structural integrity was at 100% and Bulma's repair work could now shift from within the ship to her lab for the design improvement on the control unit.

Bulma felt that progress of sorts was also being made with Vegeta. She'd found hundreds of tiny ways to flirt with him and Bulma could usually count on getting at least some form of physical response but she felt no closer to getting any kind of emotional response. Turning to catch sight of Vegeta in her lab doorway again, she decided that perhaps a bit more intensive flirting was what he needed.

Bulma felt that she had to get through to him, and soon. Constantly trying to entice Vegeta was taking its toll on her as well. Her body now ached for his attention during most of her waking hours. Approaching him, she declared quietly, "I'm tired, Vegeta, I'm going to bed early tonight." As she passed him, she boldly let her hand drift slowly across his abdomen; she heard his breath catch but he didn't move away from her. "Care to walk me home?" she whispered in his ear. Vegeta stood for a moment without moving, then looked her in the eyes and snarled, "If you're too stupid to find your own room, that's your problem." Abruptly he turned and walked away.

A tear slowly slipped down Bulma's cheek; briskly wiping it away she told herself, ~'Steady, Girl, just hang in there, he'll lose it soon. He has to.'

With renewed determination, Bulma retired for the night.

* * * * *

Work on the damaged ship was going far slower than Bulma would have liked. Nearly two weeks after her father had begun his modifications, the propulsion system was still scattered around his workroom. At least her task had gone a bit quicker. Bulma sighed as she finished the adjustments on the improved gravity unit. Bulma reminded herself to put an auto lock on the ship's hatch so no one could wander in while it was in use and wind up as two-dimensional art.

Without turning, she knew that her "audience" had returned yet again. Vegeta paced back and forth across the open hatchway as if trapped in a narrow cage. Sometimes he would make derogatory comments, at other times he remained silent, as he was now.

"In or out, Vegeta, you're creating a draft," stated Bulma with a hidden smile.

"Humph! How much longer must I wait, Woman! I need a hard workout!" As Vegeta spoke, she kept her back to him, smiling and thinking of how she could use a hard workout too, but probably not the type he had in mind… or maybe it was. Turning toward Vegeta, Bulma had noticed two interesting things: first, that a 'woodie' in bike shorts is really hard to hide, and second, that if she didn't stop smiling at his discomfort, Vegeta would probably kill her.

"Don't worry, Vegeta," she seductively murmured, as she moved to stand beside him in the narrow hatchway, partially blocking his entry. "The gravity unit repairs are finished. So unless you'd like a different kind …" Bulma didn't even get to finish her proposition as Vegeta's body brushed against hers in his rush to enter the chamber. She stared after him, her body tingling from their brief contact.

"I'm starting this thing up, so unless you want to find out how it works with the door open - LEAVE!" Once the hatch was sealed he tried to calm his thoughts. There was no doubt that Bulma was deliberately inflaming his desire. Even now his body screamed for relief, but he would not yield to that weakness. He quickly adjusted the gravity control unit to 150 times normal gravity and began a vigorous training session.

 

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End Chapter 3

Inappropriate Behavior
Part 4: A Plan of Attack
by Ginia

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That night, Bulma punched her pillow in frustration. What else could she do to get Vegeta to realize she was attracted to him! She had increased her flirting to shameful levels for the last few days - still with no results. ~'He can't be THAT dense! Hmmm, no, not dense,' she reconsidered, thinking back over the last week, ~'He's just resistant.' Bulma had seen undeniable evidence that he both knew she was flirting with him and fully understood what she was offering. She smiled at the memory. He might be able to hold a cold expression on his face, but his physical responses were not so easy to control or conceal.

"OK, Bulma, settle down and think this through. He is attracted to you, but flirting isn't going to break down that barrier he's hiding behind. Hmm… Yes, time for something more direct, more aggressive, more - Saiyan?" Bulma wore a smirk worthy of Vegeta as she considered different ways to apply her new strategy. "Watch out, Vegeta, you haven't got a chance," whispered Bulma as she settled down to sleep. She had a big day planned for tomorrow.

* * * * * *

Vegeta had already been training in the gravity chamber for several early morning hours when he decided to take a short break for something to eat. Entering the kitchen he found Bulma already there making herself a snack.

"Mom's gone grocery shopping, Vegeta, but I'll make you some toast and honey if you want," Bulma informed him with an innocent smile. Looking around, Vegeta realized that there wasn't much else to choose from and agreed to toast as his snack.

Bulma bent low from her waist, knowing her short skirt and thong panties were giving Vegeta a nice view, as she brought out a second toaster from a low shelf. "Will eight slices be enough to start with?" she asked, turning her head slightly before she stood back up.

"What? Oh, yeah, fine," was Vegeta's distracted response.

Vegeta leaned against the counter while waiting for his snack, trying to keep his mind focused and his body calm. Bulma had other ideas. Raising up on her tiptoes and reaching across him, she brushed against him with her chest. He tried to move out of the way, but she put a hand on his shoulder as if steadying herself, saying, "Oh, you're not in the way, I just wanted to get the honey for you."

Bulma stepped closer to Vegeta as she very carefully slid down to stand again, the front of her body mapping out every inch of his until their hips were gently pressed together. It was all Vegeta could do to remain still, and not grab her hips to more firmly press his throbbing shaft against her. ~' Doesn't she understand that she cannot be the one for me! Gods, how I want her!' Vegeta's eyes were tightly shut and his hands were held as fists at his sides. ~'I will not, I must not' echoed loudly in his mind.

"Here's your honey, Vegeta," Bulma murmured, stepping back from him slightly.

Vegeta's eyes snapped to her face and then to the jar she offered him. Grabbing it quickly, he moved toward the table. ~'Fool Woman! Why must she stand so close to me! Why can't I push her away? She's MATED! But she's perfect… so soft, so beautiful…' None of Vegeta's tumbling thoughts showed on his face as he sat down at the table, spreading honey on each slice of his tall stack of toast, seeming to ignore her.

Bulma smiled remembering the feel of Vegeta's hardened manhood as she leaned against him. Knowing this battle was all but over, Bulma continued her assault.

She leaned over his shoulder to whisper softly in his ear. "Have you ever tried mixing the honey with peanut butter? I bet you'd really like it if you gave it a try." Flicking her tongue ever so lightly along the arch of his ear, she felt him shiver as she pressed her chest against his back.

"Leave me in peace, woman!" Vegeta pulled his head away from her invading tongue. "I know what I like! I'm not some human child that's so stupid it has to be coached to eat! I'm the Prince of Vegeta-sei and I'm hungry! SO GO AWAY!!" With his final word, Vegeta threw his toast back on the plate and pushed his chair back from the table to face Bulma with a scowl.

Instead of leaving, Bulma smiled seductively, and pulled up a seat next to him. Leaning forward, she ran her finger up his wrist, capturing the trail of honey that had escaped during his tirade. He sat frozen as her honey-covered finger approached his lips. Bulma whispered, "If you're hungry, you should eat…"

Vegeta helplessly closed his eyes, opening his mouth to accept her finger, savoring the taste and texture of her digit along with the honey. She finally withdrew her finger only to place it between her own lips, sucking gently as Vegeta stared, entranced.

Vegeta finally found his voice to groan, "Woman, why are you doing this to me - you're already Mated - why…?"

"Hmmm? Mated? Vegeta, what are you talking about?" Bulma murmured as she drew his arm to her and began to lap the remaining sweet substance from his wrist, planting kisses as she did so. "Yamcha and I broke up long ago - it just took us a while to figure that out."

Vegeta had to make her understand. His honor and pride would not allow him to be with a mated female, but even so, he could not pull away. "On Vegeta-sei a Mated pair often fought or even separated for a time but - Gods, Woman! - but they are always drawn back together. You are Mated! - unngh - Woman, stop, I can't…"

Bulma had shifted the attention of her lips from Vegeta's wrist, up his arm, to his shoulder. Reaching his neck, she punctuated her words with kisses as she continued. "Listen to me… Yamcha and I… dated for many years… but, Vegeta… I'm not … mated… or involved… or anything…" Her mouth had found its teasing way to the tender spot behind his ear, making it almost impossible for him to keep from grabbing her.

As her words penetrated Vegeta's desire-clouded mind, Bulma had one final comment to share with him as she shifted to straddle his lap, feeling the bulge of his need press into her. "If you truly want me to go away," she whispered as she gently rocked over him, "You're going to have to find a better way to show it."

~'She's not Mated… she's not Mated…' That thought pounded through Vegeta's mind as he pressed himself firmly against her and wrapped his arms around her. One hand buried itself in her hair as he desperately drew her lips to his in crushing passion. ~'She doesn't know what she's getting into, doesn't understand what she has done...'

The need she had deliberately sparked over the last few weeks had grown to a raging fire that he could no longer fight, and now there was no longer any reason to try. Vegeta stood, supporting Bulma's body tightly against his, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands deep into his hair. With their lips still locked together, he carried his chosen Mate towards his bed.

* * * * * * SOUR LEMON ALERT! * * * *

As much as he wanted to take his time, to savor every detail of Bulma's body, Vegeta didn't think that would be possible. He was determined to please his new Mate, but his need was almost overwhelming. He had been with the occasional female before, but never had he felt like this.

Even before they reached his bedroom, he had torn open Bulma's shirt and begun to devour her breasts. She threw her head back; her hands clutching his hair while Vegeta aggressively suckled and licked her hardened nipples. As the attention of his lips lifted to her neck, his hands squeezed her butt, pressing her mound against his throbbing shaft. Bulma lowered her feet to the floor; freeing Vegeta's hands to explore her body even as his mouth once more claimed her own. He removed the scraps of her shirt and pushed her short skirt over her hips and thighs, releasing it to fall to the ground.

When his hand rubbed over her womanhood, a moan escaped her lips, and she pressed the wet silk of her panties more firmly against his caress. Pushing the thin barrier aside, his fingers traced the curves of her flower, dipping briefly into her entrance, then continued on as Bulma clung weakly to his arm, her hip and thigh stroking his aching need with every shift of her body.

She shuddered at the incredibly intense sensations his light caress generated. As his questing fingers discovered her hidden bead, Bulma groaned loudly, her fingers digging sharply into Vegeta's arm and shoulder as her legs failed her. Without his support, she would have fallen. Having received such a strong reaction, Vegeta smirked, and stroked over the sensitive area once again. Her hips arched forward as he circled her bead lightly with his fingertip and then more firmly stroked her. Bulma cried out again and again as his gentle torture continued.

Vegeta's own need had increased painfully, but still he held himself in check as Bulma began to buck strongly against him, her need cresting. Screaming, she reached her peak, "Oh Kami! Yes, Vegeta! Yes! Oh, oh - VE - GE - TA!!!" her body convulsed within the circle of his arms, her womanhood grinding against him.

As Bulma slowly calmed, Vegeta could stand it no longer. "Bulma," he groaned hoarsely, "I - I - need you! I need you now!"

A quickly lost thought flashed through Bulma's mind, as she wondered if Vegeta had ever admitted any kind of need before. She stepped back slightly freeing her hands to tug at his clothing, demanding access to what lay beneath.

Together they pulled off his tank shirt and shorts, releasing his swollen member from its restraints. She kneeled before his painful length as it bobbed inches from her eyes. "N-n-NO! I need…" Vegeta intended to draw Bulma to the bed but he was never able to finish that thought, let alone the action. Bulma's tongue reached forward to delicately stroke just the velvety tip of his manhood and then pull back.

The effect was everything she could have hoped for. "Aaahhh!" Vegeta cried out, his knees almost buckling at the wonderfully unexpected sensation. Bulma almost growled, "Why don't you have a seat?" as she gestured to the bed.

Vegeta was stunned; this was nothing like he'd ever experienced. Bulma directed him to lean back on his elbows with his feet still on the floor. Spreading his knees, Bulma again knelt before him and looked him straight in the eyes, promising him, "You'll like this."

Bulma began to gently lap at the pre-cum from his slit before drawing the glistening head into her mouth. Vegeta cried out, falling onto his back and thrusting his hips up so high that only his toes remained touching the floor. Bulma drew his shaft deep into her eager throat as her hands joined the assault her tongue had begun. One hand rolled his hanging balls in a gentle massage while the other stroked his shaft in time with her bobbing mouth.

It didn't take long for Vegeta's hands to find their way to Bulma's head, holding her steady as he thrust desperately into her mouth. Her tongue pressed his shaft against the roof of her mouth as he thrust, creating both friction and suction. Bulma's special attention quickly pushed Vegeta past the point of return. The pressure within him mounted beyond his ability to control. There were no words, nothing one could understand in the almost painful sounds that escaped his lips. Then, in a moment that stretched to eternity, he found his release and the world seemed to explode with his pleasure.

As the torrent of hot semen flooded her mouth, Bulma swallowed rapidly, not wanting to waste a drop. Nonetheless, when she released his softened member, her fingers wiped white trails away from her chin. Bulma climbed over his prone body until their lips met once more in a slow savoring kiss.

Moving to the center of the bed, they lay facing one another, softly stroking the others body. Vegeta slid his hand along Bulma's shoulder and arm, following the curve of her body from breast to thigh, appreciating the beautiful creature before him. His fingertips stroked her full breasts, gently pinching and rolling her nipples between them. The urgency of their first encounter had passed; now he meant to take his time. Vegeta leaned toward her, pressing her onto her back before he began this new assault upon her senses. He stroked over her smooth belly and kissed her neck, burying his face in her hair, breathing deeply of her scent.

Bulma gently traced one of the many scars that moved across Vegeta's chest, remembering, with a grin, another of his scars she had explored once before. She brushed the thumb of one hand over his nipple, feeling it tighten at her touch. Her other hand slid slowly down Vegeta's back, seeking the small circular nub of his tail scar. Finding it, she rubbed her fingers over its slightly raised surface, earning a loud shuddering moan from Vegeta.

"Woman," Vegeta growled, pulling her hand away even as he pressed his hardened manhood against her thigh, "No - Not so fast." Lacing her fingers with his, Vegeta held Bulma's hands to either side of her head. He returned his attention to his previous task. Lightly his lips and teeth moved over her neck and shoulders, down to her chest, leaving a burning trail in their wake. His tongue circled one breast then the other, nipping and then teasing her flesh with butterfly kisses, finally making his way to her sensitive nipples. Bulma's back arched as Vegeta plucked at each one with his teeth, then suckled and licked them to erect peaks.

With Bulma's soft moans to encourage him, Vegeta's trail of kisses moved slowly down her belly to the tiny mound of blue curls at the apex of her thighs. He looked up at Bulma with questioning eyes. "Yes, Vegeta," she moaned. "Please, I want you to taste me!"

Vegeta needed no further enticement. He drew up her knees and spread her legs, giving him unhindered access to her treasure.

Her scent was strong and sweet, making him ache to plunge himself into her depths. Vegeta lowered his mouth to her flower, kissing her lower lips and tasting the moisture that flowed from her center. Releasing Bulma's hands, he shifted to cup her warm butt in his hands, lifting her to meet his lips. Vegeta's tongue reached into her depths, caressing her from the inside of her flower. Bulma's soft sounds reassured him, and he replaced his tongue with his fingers, massaging her inner chamber while his tongue sought her bead of pleasure.

Bulma sank her hands deep into Vegeta's hair as his attention brought her closer and closer to her climax. Before she could reach it, Vegeta pulled away and returned his lips to hers in a bruising kiss as he positioned himself over her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself completely within her; both Vegeta and Bulma cried out at the wonderfully tight fit. As Vegeta began his long, slow thrusts, Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist and arched to meet him.

Gradually, Vegeta's thrusts became faster, harder, as his need built higher and higher. Bulma's circle of muscle tightened rhythmically around his shaft, making it hard for him to hold off the explosion that was so close to engulfing him. Bulma's body began to shudder as waves of pleasure crashed through her body, squeezing even tighter the muscles enclosing Vegeta's shaft. Just a few more short quick thrusts led Vegeta to join Bulma in her release.

* * * * * *

The sun had begun to set as Vegeta silently held his Mate within his arms. He softly brushed the hair from her sleeping face. ~'You have no idea of the trouble you put me through.' Someday, he would have to explain what was now between them, but not now, not yet. Vegeta's honor was satisfied, as was his body. Leaning his head against her soft, sweet hair, Vegeta closed his eyes and slept.

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