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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.

Chapter 6

Bulma changed her outfit for the third time that evening. She only had one more song to do and then she was done for the evening. Thank god for that! She just wanted to crawl into bed and fall asleep.

It had been two weeks since Bulma's encounter with Prince Vegeta. She thought of him every day since that evening. She couldn't believe how well they'd gotten along; and she still couldn't believe how much money he'd given her! What boggled her mind even further was the connection she thought she felt with him. She wondered continuously if he had felt the same thing she had.

Every night, she'd step out onto the stage and glance up to the VIP area from the stage in hopes that maybe he was there. Maybe he came back. And every night she was disappointed. Every night she headed back to her room and kicked herself mentally. He said "Not likely" when you asked him if he was ever coming back. Those were his exact words. And why would he? He also said he doesn't like places like this. He's not coming back. God, life isn't fair!

She couldn't believe it! She finally had accepted, more or less, that this was going to be her life for the next while until she had figured a way out of here. But she had definitely accepted that her life was never going to be what it was before and then she'd met the handsome Prince. Just forget about it, Bulma, she thought bitterly to herself. He's not coming back. No sense in hoping and dwelling on something that isn't going to happen.

With that, she pulled her hair into a high ponytail and headed out and onto the stage. Since she was so tired, she decided on the track "Feeling Good". It would be a nice, mellow song to finish off her evening. She hadn't done a ballad in a long time either, so this would be good. Something no one would be expecting. Lately, she's upped her efforts up and had been doing more of a sexy retro burlesque theme with 30's and 40's hair and pin-up style outfits. It had been a huge hit, everyone loved it. Thank god she had a ton of Christina Aguilera on her ipod! She had even gone out a few nights and sang some of the songs herself and everyone still thought she was great.

Tonight, she decided for her last song, she'd actually sing it herself.

She started to sing the song; slow and husky. She moved sensually and very slowly. It was very quiet in the club this evening. She knew she shouldn't, but she looked up at the VIP area and there he was; standing there with his arms crossed smirking at her.

Bulma almost forgot her line and froze the second their eyes met. She had to do a double take. Was she really that tired and obsessed that now her mind was playing tricks on her? She continued on with the song, not missing a beat. However, she could not take her eyes off the handsome prince that stood in the VIP lounge. How long had he been there? Was he here to see her? Should she go out and see him after she was done on stage? She wasn't sure what to do. In the meantime, she just continued on, as planned, with her song. The rest would have to wait.

A little while earlier…

Just as Vegeta had predicted, it took them a week to make it back to Planet Vegas. They landed the ship and headed into the tavern as quickly as they could without drawing any attention to themselves.

The same hostess as before with the iridescent skin and light pink hair greeted them. "Hello, gentleman. Welcome back, Prince Vegeta. Would you like seating in our VIP area again?"

"Yes." Vegeta barked a little more harshly than he intended. He just wanted to get in and get the damned Woman and be out of there.

"Right this way, please." The hostess said, leading them up to the VIP area. "Is there anything I can get for you gentleman?" she asked once they had chosen a seat.

"Nothing for me." Vegeta replied looking out on the stage to see if Bulma was on, she wasn't.

"I'll have a couple of orders of that noodles and meat dish you guys have here," Kakarott said. He had been looking forward to it the whole way back. Vegeta glared at him. "What? We're probably never coming back here anyway, right? So I want that again."

"I don't want to stay long. Just long enough to find the woman and get her out of here."

The waitress returned a few minutes later with two bowls of the noodle dish Kakarott had asked for. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" She asked.

"Yes, can you bring your manager here? We spoke with him the last time we were here about a certain woman that works here. I'd like to speak with him again." Vegeta asked.

"Of course! That's Toma. I'll send him over right away," she said with a nervous smile and left to find Toma.

After a few minutes, Toma arrived. He was really nervous now. "Hello, Prince Vegeta. How are you this evening? I hear you were looking for me?"

"I was. I was fortunate enough to spend an evening with a blue-haired woman you have here named Bulma a few weeks ago. I wanted to know if she is still here." Vegeta asked, standing up to speak with Toma.

"Bulma? Yes. Of course. She's still here. Why do you ask?" Toma asked. This wasn't good. Bulma had told him things with the Prince had gone well.

"I wish to see her again this evening." Vegeta stated.

"Oh, well, you see-" Toma started.

"You will bring her to me," Vegeta stated. "As a matter of fact, you will tell me how much you paid for her and I will purchase her from you."

"What? Your highness, I'm flattered, but I couldn't-" Toma stuttered.

"You can and you will." Vegeta interrupted him, looking him right in the eye. "I could very simply walk back there and take the Woman and burn this place into the ground with the snap of my fingers if I wanted to, but I'm choosing to not do that. Now which is it?"

Toma was shaking like a leaf. He had never been as afraid in his life as he was now at that moment. He had never experienced a bad run-in with a Saiyan, but he had heard many stories. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to turn Bulma over to this Prince. On the other hand he'd lose the tavern and his life by not going along with what the Prince wanted. So, to his never ending shame, he nodded his head.

"Which is it?" Vegeta repeated, growing impatient.

"I'll let you buy her off of me." Toma agreed, not looking Vegeta in the eye. He was too ashamed of himself.

"Excellent, now bring me to her," Vegeta said with a smirk. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face.

"Well, actually, she's just going to be going up now for her last number of the evening. If you wouldn't mind, please let her finish the one song and then you can go on your way." Toma asked.

"Fair enough." Vegeta nodded. "When she is finished, you will take me to her." He stated, taking a seat again.

"Y-yes, your highness." Toma nodded, leaving the two Saiyans.

"That was almost too easy." Vegeta said with an arrogant smirk.

Toma returned a few minutes later with a small piece of paper with a sum of money written on it and handed it to the Prince. "This is what I paid for her."

Vegeta looked at it and looked at Toma. He then pulled out a sum of money and handed it to him. "And here's an extra thousand for being cooperative." Vegeta said to him.

"Th-thank you, your highness." Toma said, bowing and leaving the Saiyans. He certainly wasn't expecting that!

Vegeta heard a new song starting and stood up and walked to the end of the VIP area to watch his blue-haired beauty dance. My, won't she be surprised, he smirked to himself.

He watched her. She was doing a really slow song and dancing very slow and sensually. She just every bit as beautiful as he had remembered she was. Finally she looked up and right at him. She paused slightly, not messing up the words to her song, but was able to regain her composure quickly enough that no one probably noticed her slight slip.

He smirked at her as she continued on, pleased that she was surprised to see him. He couldn't wait to see her in a few minutes.

They continued to watch each other as she finished her song; eyes, never breaking contact. He could see the faint blush on her cheeks. Finally, she was finished and hurried off stage.

"Wait here." Vegeta said to Kakarott, who was still eating, as he turned and headed towards the exit of the VIP area where he was met by Toma.

"This way," Toma said, leading the Prince down to the back of the large room. They went through the door and to the back where there were many rooms and doors. There were girls running around changing and getting ready, Toma stopped at a door and turned to Vegeta. "This is her room. May I talk to her first and let her know myself?" He asked, pleadingly.

"Hmmn. Make it quick." Vegeta nodded.

Toma knocked and walked into her room. "Bulma?"

"Yea, Toma, I'm here," she replied. She was behind her changing screen changing. "Hey, was it just me, or was that handsome Saiyan Prince in the VIP area earlier?" she asked. She needed to know if he was actually there or if she was just hallucinating.

"No, he's here." Toma replied. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain this one.

"And?" she asked, hoping he had come to see her.

"Well, that's interesting," Toma stuttered. "He umm… How do I put this?"

"He paid to see me again? That's alright. I'll see him again," Bulma said excitedly, zipping up a beautiful backless red dress. She wanted to look amazing for him.

"He paid me for more than that." Toma said, quietly.

"What do you mean?" Bulma asked, her face turning red. She had a feeling she knew what that meant. After all, they didn't actually do anything the last time. Sure she had thought about what she would do if he had returned and had dreamt up several scenarios, almost all of them ending with her in his arms. However, now that she might actually be faced with it, she wasn't sure what to do.

"He paid for you. You no longer belong to me," Toma said, finally looking her in the eye.

"He what?" she exclaimed! She couldn't believe this!

"I know, I'm sorry! He threatened to burn this place down if I didn't!" Toma wailed. He felt bad. He really did.

"No, that's alright." Bulma said, trying to process what Toma just told her. Did he just say that, or was she imagining things?

"Just be careful! The Saiyans aren't known for being the nicest of people to serve! And he didn't say what his intentions were for you!"

"I'll be fine, Toma." Bulma reassured. "I've made it this far, thanks to you."

"Well, I…"

"No need to explain. Just know that I appreciate everything that you've done for me. If it weren't for you, who knows where I'd be?" She said, smiling at her now former manager. She wouldn't miss this place, but she would definitely miss him.

"Well, if you ever need a place to come back to, you can always come work here," he offered.

"Thanks, Toma!" Bulma said, not sure if she should give him a hug or not.

There was a knock at the door. "Is she ready yet?" They heard the impatient Saiyan on the other side huffing.

Toma answered the door. "She's all yours, your Highness." Toma said, exiting the room as quickly as he could. He still felt really bad.

Vegeta came in and closed the door behind him and found himself once again face to face with the blue-haired woman who had haunted his every thought and invaded his dreams every day for the last two weeks.

"Hey." Bulma said, not sure what to say or do. Now that he was here, she wasn't sure how to act around him.

Vegeta smirked as he quickly strode up to her and put an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him before she could even think. "What are you doing?" she asked; her face flushing.

"What I should have done the last time I saw you," he said and before she could respond, he crashed his lips onto hers and kissed her fiercely with everything he had. He had obsessed repeatedly about what her lips would feel like on his. He put his other arm around her waist and pulled her even closer into him, if that were possible.

I took Bulma's mind a second to process what was happening to her before she responded. When she kissed him back, she kissed him back with just as much passion as he was kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer to him. Wow, he's an even better kisser than I had dreamed he would be, she thought to herself.

When they finally separated to breathe they looked at each other. "Now that was a kiss." Bulma giggled.

"Hmmn," Vegeta smirked. "Of course." He kissed her lightly on the lips again.

Bulma smiled against his lips. "I'm so happy you came back."

"I had little choice," he replied, still mesmerized by her eyes. "I'll explain later. Let's just get you out of here. There will be plenty of time for everything else once we get back to my ship." he said, letting go of her.

Bulma sighed in protest. She wanted him to kiss her again, but she supposed he was right. "Alright. I can get all of my things packed up pretty quick," she said. "I don't have much. Remember that capsulation technology I told you about?"

"I do." He nodded.

"Okay. Well, watch carefully!" she said with a wink as she tossed a capsule down and a huge suit case appeared.

Vegeta blinked. A second ago, there wasn't anything there and now there was a clothing case. "Woman, how?"

"Capsulation technology. Neat, huh?" she said proudly. She quickly open up the suit case and began throwing in random clothes and outfits inside as fast as she could. She grabbed all the makeup on the dresser. She then turned to the stunned Prince when she was finished packing up the essentials. "Watch closely," she instructed, throwing the capsule down again and the suit case disappeared, leaving only the capsule in its place on the ground.

"Hmmn. Impressive." Vegeta nodded. He wasn't sure what to say. However, he was relieved that she was right about it in the first place. "Do you have any more of those?"

"I have a bunch, yea. I had them stuffed in my socks when they took me. And I was able to keep them hidden," Bulma nodded. She went back behind the screen and began to change into something more comfortable.

Vegeta blushed and looked away from the screen, not knowing what to say to her. He knew she was naked behind the screen. "We have a stop to make to another planet before we head to my planet," he explained awkwardly, trying to distract himself from the fact that she was naked behind that flimsy screen.

"Okay," she said, tossing the red dress over the screen and coming back out with a red t-shirt, tight black jeans and sandals. "Let's go then!"

"You're not taking that red dress?" Vegeta asked.

"I could. Why? Do you like it?" Bulma asked with a grin, poking the tip of her tongue out from between her teeth.

"Hmmn." Vegeta grumbled. "Let's go."

Bulma chuckled to herself and grabbed the red dress, draping it over her arm. "Wait!" She called, running back to where her bed was. She grabbed the large stash of money from under the mattress. "Here. You can have this back." She said, handing it to him.

"No, that is yours." Vegeta said, shaking his head and exiting the room. Bulma paused for a moment, again in shock for a second, but put the cash in her back jeans pocket and followed Vegeta out of her room. She followed him all the way back to the VIP area where Kakarott was waiting for them.

"Let's go." Vegeta barked at his companion. He just wanted to get out of there and back to the confines of his ship where he would be more comfortable.

Kakarott paid for his meal and followed his prince and the blue-haired girl.

Toma was standing at the exit, looking very solemn. "Good luck, Bulma. I hope I haven't failed you."

"I'm sure you didn't, Toma." Bulma said with a smile. She felt bad that he seemed to be taking this so hard. "I'll find a way to send word to let you know that I'm fine once I'm settled. How's that?"

"I'd like that very much." The manager nodded with a small smile.

"Can we leave now?" Vegeta asked her, trying to hide the impatience he was feeling.

Bulma nodded. She was ready to go and start this new adventure with this mysterious prince. She wasn't sure if she should be excited or nervous. She still had no idea why he had done what he did. She only hoped it was for the best. Her adventurous side was telling her to enjoy every minute of it. At least now she was able to see more of the galaxy and another planet! However, the common sense side of her was telling her to be very cautious. She didn't even really know this Prince Vegeta. What if he turned out to be not such a nice person with bad plans for her? Bulma shrugged to herself, I guess I'll just have to find out. Not like I have much of a choice now, do I?

They exited the tavern and headed to the ship. Bulma was impressed. It was quite large, like a small private jet. They boarded the ship and she watched in fascination as the Prince started up the ship and they took off with such ease, she couldn't believe it. Within minutes, they were in outer space.

Vegeta put in the coordinates of the dead planet they were heading to and turned back and walked up to the stunned blue-haired girl. "Don't you have to fly this thing?" She asked.

"I set the coordinates to our destination." Vegeta stated.

"Oh, like auto pilot, right?" she asked, feeling dumb. Vegeta nodded.

"This is Kakarott, my first lieutenant." Vegeta said, gesturing to the younger Saiyan in the second seat, realizing only now that he hadn't introduced them. "When I am not around, he will accompany you at all times. I trust him implicitly."

Bulma nodded, "Hello. My name is Bulma." she said, extending her hand out to the other Saiyan.

Kakarott looked strangely at her hand and took it in his, not sure what to do after that. "I'm Kakarott. Nice to meet you! I've heard a lot about you over the last two weeks. It's nice to see you again, as I didn't really get a chance to meet you last time."

"Oh, really?" Bulma asked with a blush, turning and looking at Vegeta, who was standing there pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment. She could see his ears burning.

Kakarott looked at Bulma's hand in confusion, still not sure what to do with it. "Sorry." Bulma said, taking her hand back. "It's an Earth tradition."

"Ohh." Kakarott nodded, still not understanding.

"Woman, follow me." Vegeta said, leaving the front of the ship and trying to get as far away from Kakrott as he could before he said anything else to embarrass him. Bulma followed him towards the back of the ship.

"Here are your quarters," he said, gesturing inside a small room. Bulma walked in. There was a small bed, dresser and mirror and a very small bathroom with a shower stall, sink and toilet. Not bad! She thought to herself. "Mine are right here across from yours," he said, pointing to a closed door right across from where they were standing. "And Kakarott's is at the end of this hall."

"Wait, I get my own living quarters?" Bulma asked in confusion.

Vegeta nodded. "Of course, I could change that if you'd like," he said, turning red again. "I just thought you would be more comfortable with your own."

"No, no! I'm grateful, actually! Thank you!" Bulma blurted out, also turning red. Her stomach had been turning knots since they left the tavern. She wasn't sure what his expectations of her would be now that he "owned" her. She was actually really touched by his thoughtfulness. "I just wasn't sure what... You know, your plans were for me, is all. I just assumed…"

"Ah," Vegeta nodded, understanding what she was trying to say. He wasn't sure how to answer her because he wasn't entirely sure what his intentions were either. He hadn't thought any further than picking her up and bringing her here. He knew he wanted her. That much he was certain about. But he wasn't sure if he was going to make her his personal concubine or an assistant scientist to Bardock. He decided in that moment, he would decide that on the way back to Vegeta-sei. He knew she was smart, but was she smart enough to work alongside Bardock? He wasn't sure. Also, there was the matter that she was a woman. Not just any woman, an alien woman. He hadn't thought about it until they were half way out to Vegas, but he knew she wouldn't be welcomed in the science department, no matter how intelligent she was. At least he knew Bardock was looking forward to working with her. Or at least, he seemed to be the last he had spoken with him. The thought that she was an alien woman didn't seem to faze him in the least.

"It's okay," Bulma said, seeing the obvious confusion in his face. "Is it alright if I take a quick shower?"

"Hmmn." Vegeta nodded. "Of course."

"Alright. When I am done, we can talk about it, alright?" she said, looking him in the eye.

"Absolutely. Come find me in my quarters. We do have much to discuss. I will prepare us some drinks and you can change into something more comfortable," he nodded, turning away abruptly, leaving her standing in the hallway alone.

What did he mean by something more comfortable, she wondered to herself with a shrug, heading into her small room and shutting the doors. They obviously had to figure out the boundaries of this relationship or whatever it was they were walking into; she was so confused.

Bulma turned on the shower and stepped in, relishing in the feeling of the warm water. Is it a relationship he wants with me? Does he like me that way, she wondered to herself, lathering up her hair. After Toma had left them alone, he boldly walked up to her and had kissed her within an inch of her life. Her stomach did flips and she felt her body grow warm just thinking about it. She had never been kissed with such intensity. Not even by Yamcha. What did that mean? They barely knew each other! What kind of relationship could they have if he was a prince? Surely they had rules of hierarchy there. She was just a slave. And an alien slave to boot. So what kind of future could they really have together? She just didn't know. She didn't think she would ever actually see him again so she had entertained all sorts of silly fantasies. But now that her fantasy of him returning and taking her away with him had come true, she really wasn't sure what to expect; especially that now since they had reached the ship he hadn't touched her once and he was acting somewhat distant.

I guess I'm going to find out soon enough, she thought, stepping out of the shower and starting on her make-up and drying her hair. She still wasn't sure what he meant by wearing something more comfortable. Did he actually mean that she should wear something comfortable? Or did he mean that she should wear something sexy? She contemplated that the whole time she was getting ready in the bathroom.

"Kakarott!" Vegeta bellowed from down the hall.

"Hey, Vegeta." Kakarott said with a smile. He wasn't expecting him to be back anytime soon. "What's up?"

"Do we have any more wine?" Vegeta asked.

"I think so. Check the back storage room." Kakarott said with uncertainty. He didn't drink ever. "If not, then Raditz and Nappa probably polished it all off."

Vegeta grumbled something unintelligible and stomped off. "Do not disturb me. I will be in my quarters with the woman." he called over his shoulder.

Kakarott grinned to himself. He was glad they had gone back for her. He still wasn't sure why, but he was anxious to find out.

Vegeta returned from the back storage room with a few bottles of wine and went to his private quarters. He straightened it up a bit and poured himself a glass. He felt stupid being so nervous. He wasn't sure if he should make a move on the Woman or wait? He knew it was his right to do whatever he wanted, he did own her now. She was his property. His father had kept many concubines since his mother had passed. He knew they were at his beck and call at all times. Why should she be any different? She should be grateful. He got her out of that place.

For some reason he didn't want to just jump all over her once she walked in. Well, he did. But something was holding him back and he wasn't sure what. It was making him feel very frustrated. What was taking her so long?

As if she had read his mind, there was a soft knock on his door. Vegeta leaped up and opened the door. There she stood. Her hair was still damp and she had pulled it up in a loose bun on top of her head. There were wavy tendrils falling around her face, framing it nicely. Her makeup was minimal. She looked very fresh and rejuvenated; not at all over done. She had chosen to wear a pair of black silk pajama bottoms that fit loosely but were still flattering and her top was a tight spaghetti straps tank top with a v-neck that showed off just enough cleavage to be sexy yet was still modest at the same time. It fit snugly in the bust and down to her hips, showing off her tiny waist. All in all, she still looked stunningly beautiful even though she was dressed down comfortably.

Bulma assessed the look Vegeta gave her and sighed inwardly in relief at his reaction. He didn't seem to mind how she was dressed. He didn't know, of course, but she had opted to wear a sexy bra and thong set under her clothes. Just in case this occasion called for it.

"Come in," Vegeta choked out, moving to the side of the door frame so she could enter his room. It was much larger than hers, of course. There was a large bed with black satin sheets, a small sitting area with a huge black couch and a full bathroom and small kitchen. The carpet was a dark royal blue. "These are my personal quarters."

"Very nice!" Bulma said with a nod, genuinely impressed.

Vegeta, suppressing the urge to throw her over his shoulder and dump her on his bead right that second, walked over to the table by the couch and poured Bulma a glass of wine and offered it to her.

"Thank you," she said with a shy smile. She still wasn't sure what he expected of her. She opted to take a seat on the couch and thought to go from there. "So?" she asked, looking up at him.

"So." Vegeta replied, still not having any idea what to say to her. He was getting really annoyed with himself. With a heavy sigh he sat down next to her on the couch, almost close enough that they were touching, but not quite. She could feel his body heat.

"Thank you for getting me out of there," Bulma started. "It really wasn't that bad. Toma was really good to me, but I'm sure if enough time had passed, I would have had to do things there that I really didn't want to do."

Vegeta nodded. Why was she telling him all this?

"So, why did you come back for me?" she asked. She was dying to know.

Vegeta turned and looked at her. Her blue eyes shining back at him. He was so fascinated by their depths. They were so big and blue. "It is complicated," he said, remembering she had asked him a question.

"I'm glad you did," she said with a shy smile. "But I'd still really like to know why? You're a Prince. I'm just an alien hostage."

"I," Vegeta sighed. He really didn't know how to tell her what he felt. He couldn't even explain it to himself what he felt and why. "I couldn't get you out of my head." he blurted out before thinking. It was the truth; somewhat.

Bulma smiled. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either."

Vegeta nodded; happy that he had obviously affected her as much as she had him. What the hell, he thought to himself as he turned to her and kissed her. Gently at first. As the seconds went by, he cupped the side of her cheek and continued to kiss her. It didn't take long before she surrendered and opened her mouth to let his tongue explore her mouth.

It didn't take long before they had slid down the length of the couch, still kissing. Their lips moving together in a perfect rhythm as they let each other explore the other. Vegeta steadied himself up with one arm, not wanting to crush her with his weight. She was so delicate. Bulma reached up and ran her hand through his thick spiky hair. It was much softer than she had thought it would be. She tried to pull him closer to her but couldn't.

It was Bulma who finally broke their intense kiss. She needed air. Vegeta continued to kiss her along her jaw line and started working down to her neck.

"Vegeta," she moaned. She was loving every minute of this, but this was moving way to fast for her. Part of her was telling her to be careful and not go further. The other part was screaming at her to continue. "Vegeta, please."

"Hmmm," Vegeta replied, kissing back up to her jaw again. "Please what, woman?" he growled hoarsely into her ear.

A shiver ran up her spine at the sound of his voice. She wanted this to never end, but she had only just met him and she needed to find out why she was really here before going any further with him. "Please stop." she moaned back with great difficulty. She didn't really want him to stop, she just needed things to slow down a little bit.

To her surprise, he stopped. He looked down at her with an unreadable expression. He kissed her chastely on the lips and sat up, away from her so she could sit up.

"I'm sorry," she said, suddenly feeling very silly. What was she thinking? She had an incredibly sexy Prince on top of her wanting to ravage her. She shook her head trying to think straight again. "I just need this to slow down a bit, is all."

Vegeta nodded. What had he been thinking? He shouldn't have come on to the woman like that. "It’s fine," he said, taking his glass of wine and offering her more, which she accepted.

"I just wanted to find out from you why I'm here. Why me?" Bulma asked, sipping her wine. She was still trying to catch her breath and lower her heart rate.

"What do mean 'why you'?" he asked in confusion.

"There were so many beautiful girls there at the club. Why me? You could have chosen any one of them to like that your friend could have picked for you that night."

"I don't know. Your hair and eyes are very unusual. I never met anyone with your coloring before," Vegeta answered honestly. "Then when I actually met you and we spoke that evening, you surprised me with your intelligence and knowledge. You weren't the usual tavern wench."

"So you did feel something that night." Bulma stated. She knew it hadn't been her imagination.

"I must have. I couldn't stop thinking of you from the time I left." Vegeta nodded. He couldn't believe he had admitted that to her a second time that evening. "Then when I made it back home, my father had a council meeting in which there is an issue of moving a large sum of weapons from our planet to another in such a way as to not draw attention to ourselves. I thought of your capsulation technology you told me about."

"Oh." Bulma replied. Not sure if she should be flattered or offended. Is that why he was making out with her? Was he actually attracted to her or was he just trying to use her for her knowledge?

Vegeta noticed her abrupt change in demeanor. He knew what she was thinking. "I do not want to use you," he said quickly. "I mean, I do. I want your knowledge and technology. It could help us in our fight against the Ice-jin. You could be a part of that. There will be a war soon enough."

"And what would be in it for me?" she asked. "Once I help you, that is. If I decide to help you."

"Woman, I just spent a great deal acquiring you. You will help me." Vegeta growled. How dare she even think about not helping him after the time and effort he put in coming to get her!

"Alright, I'll help you but again, what's in it for me?" she argued, not shrinking away from him.

"As in? I do not understand your point. You are my property, you do as I say."

"Exactly. So once I've shared everything I know with you and help you, what will you do with me? Will you just kill me when I'm of no use to you?" she asked. She had to know.

"Why would I kill you?" Vegeta asked. When had he suggested that or given the woman that impression?

"When you don't need me any longer, what is to become of me?" Bulma rephrased, taking note of his shocked expression.

"I don't know, woman. It wasn't my intent on killing you," he said, getting irritated. "I told our head scientist about you and he is very intrigued. He wants to meet you and work with you."

Bulma thought about that for a second. "If I help you and you win this war on these creatures, can you set me free?" she asked, knowing the odds weren't in her favor, but not seeing the harm in throwing that out there. He seemed to have been honest with her up until this point.

"I'll consider it," Vegeta said after a long pause. "There is still much to fill you in on."

Bulma yawned, sleepiness setting in. "Alright," she agreed. "Tomorrow though?"

"Yes. I will let you know tomorrow." Vegeta agreed.

Bulma wasn't sure whatever possessed her, but she slid over on the couch next to him. She took his left hand into her right hand and laced her fingers through his and examined his large hand and giggled to herself. His hands were so big compared to hers! She rested her head on his shoulder as she had that first night they met, and closed her eyes.

Vegeta watched her. She was a bit of a strange woman, but he liked her. He looked at her small hand resting in hers. It crossed his mind at how small and delicate it was by comparison to his. It would take no effort on his part to crush it if he wanted to. The thought disturbed him. He knew that he had to be very careful around her if he didn't want to hurt her.

He turned and looked at her again and noticed she had fallen asleep. Again! What was with this woman and falling asleep on him? He wondered. He decided that now was a good time to go to bed. They would be reaching the dead planet tomorrow at some point.

Not wanting to wake the sleeping woman, he gently picked her up and laid her in his bed. Once he changed out of his armor and into a pair of shorts that resembled boxer shorts, he crawled into bed next to her and pulled the covers over them.

He laid there for a minute. He had never slept with anyone else in his bed before. It was strange. The woman smelled good too. He just wanted to be near her. Without thinking he put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him so that they were spooning. He liked how she felt in his arms. He lay there with her quietly as he thought of their short evening together. Thank goodness she stopped me when she had, he thought to himself as he remembered their very intense make out session. A few minutes longer and he wasn't sure he would have been able to stop. A part of him wished she hadn't stopped him.

Bulma stirred a little as she felt his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. She felt safe. Oh no, did I fall asleep on him again? She thought to herself, suddenly very aware of her surroundings and the close proximity he was in relation to her. "Sorry, I fell asleep." she murmured to him.

She felt him exhale on her neck, obviously smirking at her. "I'm not sure if I should start taking that personally or not," he joked.

"No, I just had a long evening before you even showed up and we left," She explained. She shifted a little in his arms, trying to face him. The room was so dark; she could just barely make out the outline of his face. She touched the side of his face, running her hand down his cheek and feeling his strong jaw line before settling her hand on the side of his neck. She tilted her face up towards his and kissed him on his lips. "Thank you," she whispered to him.

"Hmmn," he replied. He let her kiss him again, unsure of how to play things with her. He let her take the initiative. She ran her hand up and through his hair again, loving the texture of it; pulling him closer to her. He allowed it and positioned himself above her, all the while kissing her back. Again, he was very careful not to put his full weight on her.

Bulma continued to kiss him. She could kiss him all night. She slowly brought a leg up around his hip in an effort to draw him even closer to her, but she couldn't get him to move. She giggled at him. "I don't want to crush you." He mumbled into her neck.

"I don't think you would," she replied, running both her hands through his hair.

"I am from a race of superior strength. You are delicate and breakable by comparison," he replied, looking down at her. "I could very easily break you in half without trying."

"Good thing I trust you," she said, playfully nipping his chin.

"Hmmn," he replied, capturing her lips again with his. "And why is that?"

"I don't know," she replied. "For some reason, I just feel very safe when I am around you."

"You shouldn't be so quick to trust," he said, taking her hand and lacing his fingers through hers. "Many males from my planet would have taken advantage of you."

"Yet you haven't." she said, touching his cheek with her other hand.

"I told you the night we first met, Woman. You need not fear me."

"Hence maybe the reason I trust," she said trying to look up at him. The room was too dark for her to be able to see his eyes.

He leaned in and kissed her again; exploring her mouth with his tongue. As he continued to kiss her, he put a little more weight on her as he relaxed and began to slowly grind against her. Bulma moaned a little; kissing him back with just as much passion, completely lost in the moment. It wasn't until he slipped a hand up through her top that she realized how far things had gone so quickly once again.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to him, breaking their kiss.

"Woman, make up your damned mind," Vegeta growled in irritation.

"I'm so sorry," she breathed again.

"Well, you’re really trying my self-control." he said, rolling off of her for the second time that evening.

"I haven't done this before," Bulma confessed, suddenly feeling very stupid. She was ever thankful that he hadn't just decided to take advantage of her, but she didn't want him to think she was just teasing him. "I want to. I just think we are moving too fast."

Vegeta chuckled to himself. "Neither have I," he admitted to her. "Get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow before heading back to Vegeta-sei." he growled.

"Alright." she said, turning over again to try and sleep, her heart still racing. "I'm still sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"Forget it." Vegeta grumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist again, breathing in her scent. He was too wired to sleep after that, but thought he'd at least stay with her until she fell asleep. Then he would go and train for the rest of the night to work off his frustration. He couldn't believe he had lost control of himself like that.

Bulma settled into his warm embrace, still feeling safe, but feeling terrible for allowing herself to get carried away like that with him. What was she thinking? She still barely knew him. She knew she was extremely lucky. He could have easily taken advantage of her, not that she could really blame him if he had. She had instigated it. Maybe it was because of his own inexperience that he hadn't pushed her to continue on? She didn't know, but she was thankful.

As her heart and mind began to finally settle down, she drifted off to sleep in just a few minutes. It wasn't long before Vegeta fell asleep as well.
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