Passion vs. Rational Thinking

Passion vs. Rational Thinking

Okay here I go again!

Sorry for the long wait but I have been busy with all the wired things that I do in my spare time, besides I can be a little lazy.

Disclaimer: No, I still don't own DBZ and I'm not rich and…well, it's not always I'm happy either. But I get great pleasure out of writing this, so you better like it.

Warning: this fic contains dirty language, blood play and full blown lemon scenes. Now don't tell me you haven't been warned.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 2: Caught in the act!

Damn the bitch! She had no right to insult him like that!

He was the prince of all saiyans!

And as such it made him her superior. He was destined to achieve the status of The Legendary Super Saiyan, defeat Kakarot and become supreme ruler of the Universe. And she. She was just a weakling who hid herself behind his rival. Did she really think that parading him around in front of him would save her from his wrath?

Vegeta growled low in his throat, she'd better not breathe a word of this to anyone. Or he would make sure she would never be able to fuck anyone again. Vegeta paced the room like an agitated animal limited by its cage. If things got out of hand he could always take her with him into outer space where they could remain undisturbed. However, he doubted that he could return to Earth afterwards, since the woman would properly have died from his rough treatment a whole month without any medical facilities.

Vegeta ran a hand through his unruly hair in a frustrated manner laying the stiff flames flush against his neck before they sprang back into the black flare. Why would he care if he couldn't show himself on Earth anymore? He could always train on some distant planet until he was strong enough to kill Kakarot and then come back. Yes that plan would do. But, his frown deepened as he paced faster.

In that case the woman would be dead, and, he hated to admit it, but the bitchy little human had just given him the greatest fuck in his entire life. A life full of the rarest and most exotic space whores collected from distant planets for one sole purpose, to provide pleasure to all the sick rapists onboard Frieza's battle cruisers.

Well, he shouldn't care if the wench died. She meant nothing to him. All she provided him was shelter, training facilities and the challenge in their daily verbal spars which boosted his self esteem knowing that he could mock her so.

And now, he had had a taste of her. And he would have more. Although maybe he should exercise his control a little more, he had been very rough on her, especially when he had knocked the breath out of her delicate form.

Vegeta's eyes scanned the rumbled bed seeking out the blood stained mattress where her blood had seeped through the sheets. He shouldn't feel bad. She was nothing but his ticket out of this hormone hell.

`You're just saying that because you feel bad about making her bed you only because you needed a willing whore.'

`Who the hell says I feel bad about anything? I don't need her as my whore.'

`That's right; you want her to be more than that.'

`Shut up! I wouldn't touch that bitch if it wasn't because I was in heat.'

`Deny all you want. But no woman have ever given you pleasure like the little human just did.

Vegeta snorted. “Yeah, because she's a tight fuck and nothing more.” His eyes lit up with a smouldering pleasure that could almost pass as a sadistic look as he regarded the dark circle on his palm. “And there is a whole month left to make use of her services.” A dark smirk crept up on his face as he planned his come-back.

*****

Bulma woke up after having cried herself to sleep over the `horrible' event with Vegeta.

God, she felt so dirty.

Unsteadily she climbed out of bed but nearly doubled over cause of the pain in her abandon, she snorted with black humour while he stiff muscles cursed every move she made.
Stupid me! Of course I'm sore, Vegeta nearly crushed me. She gritted her teeth angrily as she supported herself on her way through the room she felt a stinging pain on her upper arm but she dismissed it, there were other more important places that hurt fare more right now. She stumbled into the bright bathroom and turned the water on. She was going for a hot shower to clean her dirty body and mind.

She went over to the mirror to have a look at herself. Her eyes widened and her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she stared at her own reflection in the cruel glass surface. Her sore and stiff hips were covered in purple and blue bruises formed as handprints, and on her left upper arm was a nasty wound which had the unmistakable shape as teeth marks. Bulma gasped as she looked it over. The teeth mark was framed with the remains of her dried blood and the skin was red and irritated. Bulma vaguely remembered Vegeta biting her but she hadn't thought it had been this serious.

It looked as though the wound was infected!

“How am I ever supposed to make this go away?” she cried devastated.

Her eyes glistened with moisture and she almost cried at the sight of her own horrible reflection. She grabbed some towels and placed them by the marble sink and stepped into the shower. She winced sucking in air through her teeth as the hot water drummed on her abused skin. Angrily she began to scrub her skin with long rough strokes until it was red and burning all over. She finished her shower and dried herself. As she went back into her room looking for something to wear she kept thinking about Yamcha and that she had actually cheated on him, unwillingly of course.

“He must never know” she thought out loud. But what if Vegeta came for her again? He had been rather rough during their hasty coupling. Nervousness tingled at the back of her mind and her gut clenched. What if she just had been so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she hadn't noticed that Vegeta had actually raped her? The thought was a frightening one. And now that she actually thought about it.

What did she know about Vegeta?

She knew that he had worked for some gruesome tyrant named Frieza purging planets. On the outside Vegeta appeared to be a cold and ruthless bastard who only had eyes for himself and his own needs. But she had never imagined how he was on the inside. Maybe that was why she invited him to stay at Capsule Corp. in the first place. She wanted to get to know him better. She had always considered Vegeta a mystery. And she found it challenging trying to get through to him. Though, his emotions were guarded more carefully than the rarest jewel. She snorted loudly; well, for all she cared he could remain that way. She had no desire to make friends with him anymore.

He could go to hell for all she cared!

But should she tell Yamcha what happened? After all he was her boyfriend, and a real relationship had a foundation of honesty, right?

Yes, she supposed so, but it would still be for the better if he didn't know. But she wanted to go see him. She had to get Vegeta out of her head, let alone avoid him from now on.

*****

Bulma entered the kitchen dressed in formfitting black jeans, on top she wore long crimson top with spaghetti strops and over that a sporty black and white cardigan. Her light blue hair had just been pinned on top of her head in a messy bun. Black mascara darkened the long lashes framing her big blue eyes and a transparent lip gloss to finish of her look. She looked alluring but relaxed the perfect outfit for going out.

She made a quick pit stop at the fridge to get refreshment before she went to see Yamcha. She pulled out a can of orange juice and went to get a glass. While she poured the juice into the glass she kept thinking of what she was going to actually say to Yamcha. He was properly pretty mad at her and she didn't exactly have much training in apologies. But she was a genius thus she could make up something on the spot.

“Well well well, if it isn't my little whore." The ever haunting voice purred from behind.

Bulma shrieked and dropped the glass out of her hand crashing loudly on the floor as she spun around to face the essence of her hot nightmares.

Vegeta stood in the doorway dressed for once not in his usual spandex, but in a pair of tight fitting black jeans and a plain navy blue T-shirt that hugged every muscle on his perfectly sculptured torso. But the somewhat surprising thing seemed to be the slash that went from the neck of the shirt down to the middle of his chest showing off steel muscles clad in glowing bronze skin. It surprised Bulma that Vegeta would even consider adding his own personal touch on his clothes.

The peek she had to his muscles made water gather in her mouth, and she had to tear her eyes from his assets to pin them on his face. Her momentary rush of heat however, vanished at the mocking shaking of his head. How dare he!?

“Tsk tsk, clumsy woman.”

Bulma instantly backed herself up against the counter as the same fear she had felt earlier gnawed its way back into the pit of her stomach drying up the water that had begun to gather in her mouth by his gorgeous appearance. Vegeta chuckled and pushed himself away from the doorframe and slowly stalked towards her, his fluid movements accompanied by the predatory gleam in his eye and that devilish smirk on his face making him resemble a panther.

Bulma regained her senses and walked hurriedly towards the front door, but was cut short by Vegeta's smirking face reappearing right in front of her. Her hands instantly snapped up as to stop herself from bumping into him while she took a step back glaring at him.

“Just leave me alone.” She forced her tone to be firm.

Vegeta just tilted his head lightly to the side smirking. “Aren't you going to clean it up, woman?”

Bulma's eyes widened in slight confusion. “Clean up what?” She asked annoyed. Vegeta nodded towards the floor behind them and Bulma remembered the shattered glass which she had dropped when Vegeta had so kindly informed her of his presence.

“I'll make my mother clean it up, I have to go now.” She attempted to side step him but he moved with her chuckling at her petty attempts to escape.

Bulma finally became agitated having had enough of this stupid game. “Move you jerk!” She pushed him away violently but he only laughed as his hands snaked out catching her and pulling her against his rock hard chest.

“No!” She yelled fear eating the edges of her voice, pushing hard against his chest with all of her strength. To her surprise Vegeta let her go and she stumbled back until she caught her self against the counter. She glared at Vegeta her azure blue eyes spitting fire at him, but she managed to keep her mouth in check.

Vegeta watched how the woman glared at him. Her fiery eyes sparkling with the anger that simmered just below the surface, threatening to boil. But she restrained herself; afraid of what might happen if she pissed him off. Vegeta caught the smell of fear rolling off her in waves and invading his senses as well as intoxicating him, hhmm, such a sweet scent.

Bulma was busy trying to predict Vegeta's next move, his stoic presence shredded her nerves as he watched her with the feline gaze of his.

The sound of a throatily chuckle snapped her out of her emergency plans. Bulma dared to glance up to see Vegeta nodding towards her feet.

Shit!

The glass.

Vegeta watched the drawing realization on Bulma's face and his smirk widened. Yes, her fear certainly was clouding her cleverness today.

“Fine, you bastard I'll clean up the fucking glass! But if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have dropped it in the first place! How dare you even startle my like that, you piece of shit?! You have no right to come here and treat me like some kind of cheap whore!" She stopped abruptly panting like a marathon runner and shaking lightly as if cold.

“Well, I wouldn't say it was exactly my fault since it was you who dropped the glass.” He grinned. He hadn't expected the bitchess to strike out against him. She was braver than he had given her credit for. But that would only make it that much easier for her, considering what he had in mind.

Bulma made a frustrated sigh. “Fine!” She spun around angrily and grabbed a towel before bending down and starting to pick up the pieces. “But I still wouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't startled me.” She mumbled and if Vegeta wasn't a saiyan he properly wouldn't have heard her.

“Whatever woman.”

Bulma sat on the kitchen floor her hands carefully snatching up the sharp tiny pieces of glass. As she was about to pick up the last few pieces she felt a pair of familiar hands settle on her lower back adding pressure as a sleek strong frame was lowered until it was flush against her back. She could see jeans clad thighs as his strong legs settled on either side of her trapping her against the kitchen counter. Bulma sighed and slowly closed her eyes in a knowing manner.

How could she have been so careless?!

A warm air was blown into her ear as firm lips settled next to it. The hands on her back started going lower fingers spread out eagerly to fell as much as possible of her womanly features, as the lips found and nipped at her earlobe. A hot tongue occasionally coming out to lick at the sensitive skin just below the ear. Bulma let out a tiny whimper of fear.

“Please don't do this.” She whispered.

She shivered as small puffs of warm air hit her neck raising the small hairs as Vegeta chuckled, his hands now invading her buttocks. “Don't worry woman. I'll leave you alone.” He felt Bulma's body relax at his words.

“For now.” He chuckled as her body immediately tensed up again.

“Please let me go. I have an appointment.” Not really true but anything to get away from this dark demon.

Bulma gasped lowly as she felt his hands which had claimed her buttocks grip the firm flesh tightly as he transferred his entire weight to his hands using her behind as support as he pushed himself off her body, squeezing the rounded flesh teasingly.

She stood and angrily turned to face him adjusting her pants a little as she flashed him the best glare she could muster. Vegeta merely stood there looking down at her with amusement dancing in his pitch black eyes.

“And who may I ask is it you are going to see?” Vegeta asked in his arrogant uninterested voice. Bulma's anger flared then, her fiery nature returning.

“Well, not that it is any of your business. But I am going to see Yamcha.” She crossed her arms defiantly in front of her chest raising her chin and looking Vegeta straight in the eye.

All mock amusement suddenly drained from Vegeta's features and replaced with that cold unreadable expression she knew so well. “Why are you wasting your time on that weak idiot?” it was said as a statement not a question. Though, Bulma had never heard anything more idiotic in her life.

“He is not a waste of time Vegeta. He loves me and that makes him a very important part of my life.” She said getting angrier by the minute. Of course Yamcha wasn't a waste of time. He was just a real ass sometimes. She looked at Vegeta and smirked inwardly. But then again, what man wasn't?

Vegeta raised his chin and glared sceptically down at her. “You misunderstand me woman.” When Bulma only lifted her eyebrow in acknowledgement, he closed his eyes pushing an impatient sigh past his lips he shook his head. “Woman, what I mean is that he doesn't love you.” He snorted as Bulma's dry laughter filled the room for a good time being before she found her self out of breath. She looked up at Vegeta with tears in her eyes still chuckling. She stood up straight and mimicked Vegeta's pose before she sealed her face with the same icy expression.

“And what would you know about love, Vegeta?”

Bulma stood her ground. She was positive that she had won their little mind game. Thus she was totally caught of guard when Vegeta lowered his mouth until those cruel teasing lips were pressed against her ear, the delicate velvet skin caressing the folds of her ear as he whispered. “I know that it is an emotion that you weak humans hold very dearly.” Bulma shuddered slightly his hot breath rolling down her neck and causing small vibrations of warmth to whisper down her spine.

“And I know for a fact that it isn't present between the two of you.” He held his lips pressed against her ear purposefully letting his heated breath wash all over her ear and on the sensitive skin just below. Bulma stood stiff, not moving having lost herself temporarily against the burning breath that seemed to have blown her thoughts away.

A sharp breath shot directly into her ear made her jump, flexing her shoulders up she brushed Vegeta's jaw as she tried to hide her ear in her shoulder. She felt Vegeta chuckle as he drew back. Almost shyly she raised her azure sapphires to clash with Vegeta's intense black orbs.

“And how would you know?” She asked in a whisper her flawless face slightly paler than before.

“You'd be surprised by my skills.”

In the next whisper of breath he was gone. Leaving Bulma to stand alone in the kitchen now doubting herself more than ever.

*****

`What does he mean?!'

That sole question had replayed itself in Bulma's mind the entire time while driving to Yamcha's apartment. Her brain was pounding in protest from working on overtime. She was not used to tackle questions which, until now, had no solution whatsoever. Vegeta could not be right about Yamcha not loving her; it just could not be true! They had had a steady relationship for over a decade; and that has got to mean something. She was not about to start telling herself that it had been some one sided relationship where she had devoted herself and everything she was to Yamcha. And then whenever he was finished with her he would go straight home and group fuck with a bunch of bimbos he had casually picked up at the local bar down the street.

No, she refused to believe that. He was not like that, not her beloved desert bandit.

But why would Vegeta want her to know that he had slept with other women? Was it because he on some sick, possessive and twisted level desired her himself? A part of her could not help but to swell with pride at the thought. After all, to catch the eye of the dark, sexy saiyan prince would be the secret dream of any woman who was capable of housing a dick in their pussy.

Frustrated she put her hand to her head, desperately trying to stop her world from spinning with the exciting no no thoughts. Groaning she closed her eyes for a brief moment trying to gain her vision back.

*****

Bulma angrily tossed her car in on the first available spot on the parking lot in one of West City's rather expensive neighbourhoods. Large white buildings that reached high up in the sky, containing luxurious apartments was scattered across a huge area complete with plain green grass cut to perfection as though not to disturb the symmetry of the sharp architect buildings.

Bulma centred her attention on one particular apartment. As she reached the door she came to a halt as she swore she could hear faint grunting noises from inside the apartment.

Slowly she grabbed the handle holding her breath as she forcefully pushed the disturbing thoughts as far back in her head as they would go. Slowly ever so slowly she cracked the door open and tiptoed inside. She nearly screamed out loud as the unmistakable noises of sex reached her crying ears.

Carefully she peaked through the bedroom door.

The sight that met her there was going to be branded before her inner eye forever.

There lay her beloved desert bandit, moaning and gasping with his head tipped back, mouth open and eyes wide with pleasure. His hands were braced on either side of a pair of firm buttocks belonging to the most gorgeous red headed girl whose cries united with Yamcha's as they swam in the sea of pleasure completely obvious to any other live.

Bulma stared with a broken heart as Yamcha lifted the girl higher and faster before slamming her down harder on his aching cock, as he duck his heels into the mattress lifting his hips to slam desperately with her core, their cries increasing in volume as the intensity grew.

Bulma now stood learned against the door frame perfectly exposed to the two lovers, but just as she expected they of course didn't notice her. Her face was twisted in pain but not a single tear escaped her azure blue gaze. Somehow she just could not bring herself to cry. It was not that she wasn't angry by him deceiving her with this…this…well, beauty.

As she watched them she just couldn't find the sin about this coupling.

She watched them as they left the basic plateau only to climb higher and higher up to the mind blowing orgasm she knew would be waiting for them.

Bulma examined the girl as she rode him. She really was beautiful. Long slightly curly red hair, shimmering brightly, although tousled and wild from bobbing up and down as she moved furiously. Smooth milky pale skin was draped tightly over her delicate frame and her body was finely sculptured with long limps and delicate bone structure. Bulma concentrated and separated the girl's pleasure filled gasps from them of her former boyfriend. It was sweet little sounds expressing purely the pleasure she felt. Bulma would have liked to see her face, but unfortunately she was facing away from her exposing only her ruby river of hair and her firm behind. She tried to imagine just how her eyes would look like, properly the most intense emerald green she could ever imagine.

Indeed, a true masterpiece of a female.

Bulma was jerked out of her observations as loud twin screams echoed throughout the room and Bulma's brain as the couple came in a giant rush of ecstasy, swamping their minds and robbing their bodies from the last remains of stamina. Bulma watched with hollow contentment as the ruby beauty crumbled on top of Yamcha's chest, her long hair following the contours of his body as she pillowed her head on his chest. Bulma watched with shimmering eyes as Yamcha raised his head and gently kissed the top of her head, sighing softly as she snuggled into him.

God they were so beautiful.

Bulma could almost feel the girl's fulfilment and happiness as she drifted asleep. It was something she had never felt with Yamcha. Well of course she was happy because she had believed that he had loved her. But she had never felt that kind of contentment after they had made love. Never had she experienced the same small gestures of love as Yamcha was showering this girl with. Maybe it was because he had never been able to fulfil her, simply because his skills and preferences in bed simply not matched her needs. A need the more she thought about it, and loathe as she was to admit it…

A need that only the dark prince could fulfil.

*****

A cleared throat snapped the dozing male out of his clouded haze. Smoke black eyes searched his luxurious bedroom before settling on a slender figure leaning against his bedroom door.

“Bulma!” he exclaimed in a hushed whisper, as not to disturb the peaceful woman in his arms.

“Hello Yamcha” came a dull answer.

Yamcha quickly slipped out from under the girl, and hurriedly pulled on a pair of black silk boxers, avoiding Bulma's gaze like she was a new girlfriend he had yet to be comfortable with in situations including nudity. After he felt decent he walked silently over to her looking at her intently.

They stayed like that for a while boring into each others eyes, each of them trying to uncover the others feelings while at the same time trying to mask their true emotions from the intruder.

At last Yamcha cocked his head to the side silently asking Bulma to follow him into the kitchen. Bulma turned her icy gaze towards the bed one last time where the girl still lay sprawled out on the rumbled white silk sheets before letting herself out of the door. Bulma walked to the kitchen but refused to take a seat like Yamcha had expected her to. Instead she spun around locking her arms in front of her chest as she regarded him with an uncharacteristic hollowness in her usually expressive eyes. It seemed only to make her former boyfriend even more miserable as he raised a hand to nervously rub the back of his neck, having eyes only for the floor.

“Look Bulma, it's not what you think I…I was just angry, and I missed you. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but I'll make it up to you. You are the one I love; I will never hurt you again.” He stated this with love in his eyes.

Bulma regarded him with an icy expression that betrayed nothing of her feelings inside. How much it really hurt to have him lie right in her face especially about love.

But he couldn't fool her! Not anymore, she had seen the love that had blossomed from their passionate coupling.

They were made for each other.

“I'm sorry Yamcha but I can't come back to you. I can't be with you anymore.” She stated her praise with a clear strong voice that gave away nothing of her inner chaos. She watched as Yamcha's shoulders slacked and his eyes sought out the floor once more. He lightly cleared his throat before speaking again.

“So does this mean that you can't forgive me? Bulma I know I've made mistakes but we can make this work. I was just upset and I needed you! Bulma please give me one more chance.” He pleaded forcefully and determined, trying to win back the blue haired goddess. Bulma's eyes darted from the closed bedroom door and back to Yamcha. He looked at her knowingly, filling his eyes with regret like a dog trying to earn a pat on the head even though it knew it had been naughty.

He looked at her pleadingly but she merely closed her eyes and shook her head `no'.

“No Yamcha, this isn't the first time that you have cheated on me. I know that you have slept with other women for quite a while even though we were still going out.” She said this quietly and calmly not letting her fiery nature get the best of her. But there was no need to; she preferred this stony expression over exploding in a mass of broken splints slicing through her hurt heart.

She could always deal with her broken heart when she got home.

“Why would you think that I have slept with other women?”

Without paying no head to her words Bulma looked him square in the eye as she uncovered the source of her information. “Vegeta told me. He said that he could smell other women on you.” There was slight annoyance in her voice but it was aimed at herself.

She hadn't meant to bring Vegeta into this!

It was right about then a shifting took place inside Yamcha. An emotion he had never felt before began boiling inside him. Why would she believe anything that bastard said? She hated him; he had had that fact confirmed in Bulma's never ending complaining about Vegeta's selfish demands.

Yes he had fucked other women, but Bulma was his prize! She was the heiress to the richest company on the entire planet and he was not about to give her up to some lost alien prince of some dead bastard race!

“So you are telling me that you would rather believe what that bastard is saying over me? What makes him more trustworthy than me.” he spoke with anger cutting the edge of his voice and his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were shinier and more expressive than before.

Bulma's eyes widened slightly as she watched the sweet and loving personality that she had always known. She knew what he was thinking of and she cursed herself for ever mentioning Vegeta; it would just complicate everything. She hadn't planned to separate from Yamcha in a mix of boiling fury and broken tears, it wasn't worth their friendship.

“Look Yamcha if you think that I have fooled around with Vegeta behind you're back, then you're sadly mistaken, I would never do that to you.” Now it was Bulma's turn to lie through her teeth, but it hurt her that he would think that she would do such a thing. Her little sex slip with Vegeta wasn't exactly planned, and in fact she was damn sure that it wouldn't have happened if Vegeta hadn't come crashing down on her like that.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the couple as they again tried to burst through their guarded eyes.

At last Yamcha squared his shoulders and the soul searching expression was replaced with a look of disgust. “You're a lying little bitch Bulma. You have been sleeping with him. He is too tempting for you, I know how you are. You've been fucking him behind my back and now he has tricked you into breaking up with me.” He stated it like the fact it was, except that breaking up with Yamcha was entirely her decision.

Whatever restraint Bulma may have had on her anger was quickly snapped as she exploded in a max of blinding furry. She stalked up to him and poked him the chest with her razor sharp nail. “How dare you! I don't think that we need to remind ourselves just who with the bad conscience is here. You've been fucking countless whores behind my back while I sat at home utterly alone because you had cancelled our date yet again!
And now you have the balls to accuse me of fucking Vegeta! Well I would like to see the expression on your new fuck toy's face when I tell her that she has been regarded as nothing but a cheap slut while you were in there fucking her brains out!…”

Bulma never made it any further as her tirade was cut short by a yelp of pain as her head snapped to the side by the impact of Yamcha's hand as it collided with her smooth cheek.

Bulma held her injured cheek, the skin felt hot and sore against her cool hand. Yamcha grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently. His eyes sparkling with an unknown wrath that Bulma had never seen before while her own aqua blue eyes welled up with traitorous fluid.

“Don't call her that! She is a far better fuck than you will ever be. And she doesn't go around hand piercing her boyfriend's dick whenever they are trying to please her.” He gave Bulma one last jerk before shoving her roughly away from him. She stumbled backwards and caught herself against the back of a chair, slamming her hip against the table in the process.

She ignored the pain and stood up to her full high as she glared at Yamcha her eyes shoved nothing but empty disgust. They stared like that for the time being before Yamcha finally tore his eyes from hers. They darted across the room and down to his hand where his fingers lightly trembled and Bulma felt a hot pang of satisfaction as she caught the regret in his eyes. But that wasn't enough she would make him pay.

No one humiliated Bulma Briefs and got away with it!

When she decided he had suffered enough under her icy glare, she walked quietly and calmly to the door and turned around. Locking her eyes with his once more she moved in for the kill.

“Well, at least Vegeta thinks that I am a worthy fuck.”

The words echoed with cruel truth and Yamcha felt the cold blow of the steel words as they stripped him off his pride and allowing the humiliation to slide over him causing him to shiver as he looked at the burning cerulean eyes of the ice queen.

It took him several minutes to realize that Bulma's words had stunned him so he hadn't even noticed that she had left. Left him standing there alone in the kitchen dressed in nothing but his humiliation and the anger that slowly ate away his self control inch by bloody inch.

The unknown feeling inside him boiled even hotter and allowed the anger to seize control of him as his hands curled into tight fists letting him gather all the frustration and the revengefulness that slumbered inside of him. His eyes hardened with determination as a ghostly promise echoed throughout the room.

“You will regret this Bulma.”

*****

Hn. The woman had locked herself up in her room, crying and screaming her guts out over that weakling, but, loathe as he was to admit it, judging by the nasty purple blue bruise the woman sported, the weakling apparently hadn't allowed himself to be crushed by Bulma's fury that often matched that of an alpha male.

Maybe that had been some scrap of self conscience left in the scared weakling after all.

Vegeta was in the process of wearing down the floor in the Gravity Room as his fluidly movements worked him hurriedly around the Gravity Room his pace picking up as his frustration flared every time he was attacked by undetectable waves of lust.

He groaned as by magic his senses succeeded in picking up small puffs of oxygen carrying the heavenly aroma of the woman's sex.

Vegeta growled clutching his head as wave after wave of thick arousal came crashing down at his defenceless sanity. He groaned as he had a phantom experience about the woman's body pressed against his as he…well, ravished her.

His whole body pulsed in longing for satisfaction, and the need to fuck became so strong that he could almost taste her thick spicy blood in his mouth while savouring the way her body had clasped around his. Rolling the memory in his mouth he felt the fur on his tail bust to two times its normal size shooting even more druggy hormones through his much too tight body threatening to snap the thin shreds of his sanity that he was desperately clinging to.

With a roar he collapsed to his knees, hand coming down to grip his own arousal painfully through his pants as he panted like life itself had been knocked out of him. He stayed like that panting and fighting the blinding urge to break down the woman's door and just fuck her already. His tail was beyond his control as it drummed excitedly on the floor feasting on Vegeta's thoughts about the blue haired genius.

Suddenly his mind and body was hit by a lightning bolt of shocking realization.

Why should he fight this?!

Had he not enjoyed himself hearing her cries of pleasure as he wildly feasted his staved lust on her sweaty quivering flesh?

Had he not enjoyed making her scream as he had explored the core of her sex with his skilled fingers, pleasuring her so intently that she had almost burst a blood vessel from the tension?

Had he not tasted a glimpse of the forbidden fruit as he had feasted on the salty tang of her warm thick ambrosia?

And, had she not enjoyed every second of it?!?!

Vegeta slowly rose of from the floor, his eyes were cleaned of any doubt about that he could possible want to fight his instincts anymore. He was going to have one hell of a time during his heat period.

And the little bitchess was going to help him.

*****

Bulma had been curled up in a mass of tear stained silken sheets and crumbled tissue as she had barricaded herself in her room for the better part of the afternoon. She had changed out of her date autumn clothes and had changed into a long T-shirt and a pair of loose fitting black silk boxers.

She was now curled up on her side as she used one leg and arm to hug the cover tightly to her body as she hid her face in the expensive material.

She cried the remains of her brave tears watching them being absorbed in the mass of the silken sea creating patterns where the salty water had discoloured it.

She couldn't stop thinking about why Vegeta had leaked this devastating information to her. Was it because he cared for her? She snorted at her foolishness. Of course that couldn't be it, not after the way he had treated her. It was all the cruelty of her broken heart, playing a trick on her making her open her arms out to anyone whom she might have a chance of squeezing just a little love out off. Though she must have been in a poor state since out of all the male people she knew Vegeta was the only one she could come up with.

She sighed closing her eyes and welcoming sleep. “It's not like he cares for me anyway, stupid monkey.” She dozed of her voice a low breathy whisper, with an almost soundless tone.

“I'm always here to help woman.” The quite familiar voice purred.

Bulma's standby mind had barely time to register the words before she found herself flat on her back her cover replaced with the heavy warmth of Vegeta's muscular frame as he melted against her soft curves. His breath spilled over her lips as he lowered his face next to hers, their foreheads pressing together.

Silence settled over the room making Bulma sweat with nervousness and excitement from her memories about what happened the last time they were in this position. She frantically searched his eyes for the beast she had seen earlier and felt her body slacken with slight relief as she found no trace of it this time. Yet his eyes shone with boiling undisguised lust and even though his breathing was slow and calm she could feel his heart as it beat rapidly against hers, her own heart speeding up to match its rhythm.

“If you will help me.”

“What?” Bulma automaticly voiced her confusion to the riddle like statement.

Vegeta merely growled a low impatient grunt, before he closed his eyes calming the ever rising lust in his mind. True he had agreed with himself that he would not try to fight his instincts and spend the time as best as he could. He would fuck her so hard, so long, so good, that even the gods would envy them.

But that didn't mean that she couldn't know what was actually going on.

“Really woman, are you that slow.” Bulma was just about to gather some breath for a snide comment when he chose to continue his explanation. “The reason for my interest in your body lately, is because I am going through a so called heat cycle. That means that my tail will release some hormones into my blood that makes me in the need of sex. One heat cycle will last a month and I want you to help me get through it by sleeping with me. Now, will you do it woman?”

Bulma looked at with Vegeta her expression shoving nothing but shock and a bit of surprise, to think that Vegeta would want to ask somebody for help to get through something as animalistic as a heat cycle. But she couldn't help to be fascinated the same time. So that was what Vegeta's odd behaviour had been all about, he had been in heat, that was why he had had that desperate look on his face yesterday. A part of Bulma felt sorry for him; imagine being addicted to sex.

“So…” She was cut off by Vegeta who had lightly started to rub the length of her body against hers, grinding his arousal against her. “If agree to help…what's in it for me?” she tried to sound sly and teasing but failed as a moan spilled from her dry lips when a throaty laugh vibrated against her neck, tickling the sensitive skin. He raised his head a dark smirk gracing his features.

“Honestly woman, are you trying to make me believe that what happened yesterday wasn't the best sex in your entire life?” again he had that annoying way of transforming the question into an embarrassing statement.

Vegeta chuckled again as yet another moan was torn from her lips as he grinds his hips hard against hers, smirking at her reaction.

`Oh to Hell with it.'

“Alright you bastard I'll do it.” She hissed the words, barely breathing before his face immediately descended on hears capturing her lips in a fiery kiss, sending sparks of hot liquid fire down her spine, making her arch her back just from sheer sensation.

Vegeta quickly ripped off both of the defending pieces of clothing before he quickly shredded himself of his own. He lapped at the thin sheen of sweat that was wrapped around her like a second skin. He trailed heated kisses down her neck stopping to nip and take as much of her collar bone into his mouth as he could while rubbing furiously against her dripping sex, making them both hiss as sharp bolts of pleasure raced through their bodies.

Vegeta tossed his head from side to side as the intensity grew; he threw back his head and expelled a primal scream as he came violently into the sheets between her legs. Small droplets of his boiling seed hitting the hypersensitive flesh of his cock making him gasp, treating him with a selfish orgasm before he could focus on taking care of his now willing bed partner.

Vegeta recovered from the rush of ecstasy and turned his blurry attention to Bulma's full ripe breasts. He lowered his hungry mouth to the glorious mounds as his lips gently nipped at the creamy skin his playful tongue coming out to bathe the flesh, making the skin of her nipples contract as he sucked on them. His hands were busy at her core torturing her clit and dipping his fingers into her core stretching her, while dealing her orgasm after orgasm.

He could faintly make out Bulma's pleasure filled screams and gasps as he tormented every pore of her squirming body. When he reached her glowing flower he grabbed her thighs pulling her down until his nose was pressed against her velvet folds. Inhaling deeply he groaned with pleasure as he felt his reborn arousal tighten as a reaction to her familiar scent.

Using his tongue he parted the skin that hid his prize from him. His tongue snaked over her exposed clit immediately triggering another mind blowing orgasm as Bulma arched her back like a cat, one hand clawing at his which was digging into her thigh, the other fisting in his hair as her scream shook the walls.

Vegeta pleasured her masterfully until her entire body was wrecked with the afterglow of her orgasms. Vegeta sought out her mouth once again and this time he timed his invasion with the moment he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He swallowed her scream but noticed that it was dulled considerably unlike last time, but he had succeeded better in preparing her this time.

His thrusts was just as rough as before but this time Bulma made sure to brace herself with her legs with she secured around Vegeta's trim waist.

They rocked the bed their cries mingling in the air, both fighting to stay on the plateau level before shooting off to the realm of bliss.

Walls shook, backs arching to the breaking point, hoarse throats delivering screams sounding like pure agony but meaning the complete opposite, glimpsing bodies slacking and collapsing before they blackened out, the heavy smell of sex replacing the air as silence ruled the atmosphere once again.

Then, there was silence.

*****

Phew, this was a damn difficult chapter to write, there was so many things to be explained and so many emotions to pay attention to. But I think I did pretty well.

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