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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. I make no money and/or profit off any of this.

Chapter 8

After Bulma got up from her nap, she changed her clothes and headed out of her room and to the kitchen to try and scrounge up some dinner.

She remembered how much the two Saiyans ate that morning and decided that she might as well make lots of food. Unfortunately, there wasn't much she recognized and anything in boxes was written in a language she didn't know. She reached up in one of the cupboards and took out a box with what looked like rice on the front. She looked inside and sniffed it. Yup. Definitely rice. So she started boiling water up and looking for anything else to go with it. She found some spices and frozen meat, which she had no idea what kind of meat it was, but decided to defrost it anyway.

After about an hour, the meat was ready to be cooked. The rice was done.

Vegeta happened to stroll in. "What are you doing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Trying to make us some dinner," she replied casually, turning around to look at him. He had startled her.

"Don't cook that," he said, pointing to the defrosted meat.

"Why not, it’s meat, isn’t it?" she asked. She was sure it was meat of some kind.

"Yes, but it tastes better raw." he said, taking a strip off the counter and eating it.

"Eewe!" Bulma squealed. "That's disgusting!"

"No it isnt. Why burn it and ruin the flavor?"

"Because eating raw meat makes you sick!" she exclaimed.

Vegeta shrugged. "Maybe for your weak digestive system."

"My digestive system is not weak!" she argued back, grabbing a strip for herself that she was still going to fry up. If they didn't want it cooked, then fine. But she wasn't going to eat anything uncooked.

"It must be, if you can't even consume a little raw meat," he challenged, liking how annoyed she was already getting over this. "How do you think we eat when we are out on a mission in the bush?"

"Umm. Build a camp fire and cook it? Even cave men, the must unintelligent beings of the first humans knew how to do that," she said, rolling her eyes. How barbaric!

"And risk having the enemy figure out where your camp is located?" he asked, leaning against the counter, getting closer to her.

"Well, this isn't an enemy camp, is it?" Bulma replied.

"True. It isn't. But why spoil yourself with luxuries you can do without when you never know at any moment when you may be stranded on enemy territory or in a situation where there are no amenities?" he explained.

"Okay but-'' Bulma started.

"You would allow yourself to starve, in such a case?" Vegeta interrupted, crossing his arms.

"Well, no. But-"

"But nothing. You should always condition yourself to be able to handle the worst case scenario," he replied. "Take nothing for granted."

"I agree. But there are other things to eat other than meat I'm sure," she argued. "In which case, I'd rather settle on plant life if I can't cook something."

"And on a foreign planet that is not your home, how do you know what plants are poisonous and which ones are not; hmm?"

"Well, how do you know you'll even find anything to hunt anyway, Hmmm?" she challenged.

"We are warriors. It is our job to hunt. There is always small prey, vermin, or aquatic life in a nearby pond that would suffice. All, just as good when eaten raw and less chance of getting poisoned than if you decide to eat something off of an unknown tree or bush."

Bulma sighed heavily. As much as she hated to admit it, he did have a point. "Well, I'm not in that situation. So I will be cooking my meal tonight, thank you very much."

Vegeta shook his head. "You spoiled woman."

"That I may be, but I won't be eating anything raw."

"Well, if you ever happen to be in a position like that, know that none of us will be risking our necks so you can have a cooked meal," he said, still shaking his head at her.

"I don't get it though, I cooked up the meat this morning and you were fine with it," she said frowning and recalling the breakfast she'd made.

"I will eat cooked meat. I will eat raw meat. It matters little to me," Vegeta replied, reaching for another strip of raw meat. "But why should I weaken my body's resistance to it when I do not have to? For all I know, I may spend all next month in a situation where I cannot consume a cooked meal."

Bulma sighed again. "You're impossible." she said.

"No, I am practical. Never do anything that may decrease your chances of survival."

Bulma turned and looked at him for a long moment. He actually looked somewhat relaxed. His usual scowl wasn't as angry-looking as it usually was. "Speaking of decreasing your chances of survival," she said, changing the subject, "I had an idea for that metal you found."

Vegeta nodded, interested to see what she had come up with.

"Well, I do agree with you, it is strong and flexible. But you were still able to get through it with that laser beam technique that you did," she started. "Wouldn't that make it susceptible to damage if someone shot something at you?"

"Hmmn," he replied. "But there isn't a race of beings nearly as powerful as we are."

"Okay. But what if those Ice-jin things had like laser guns? I saw them when they came to my planet. They had either laser guns or did it like you did today. What good would the ship be to you if it's unable to sustain an attack like that?" she asked.

"What do you propose then, woman?" he growled, slightly annoyed that his idea for ships was obviously not a good one.

"Armour and weapons." Bulma replied with a proud smile. She had been thinking about it for a while before she fell asleep. When she woke up, she had thought about it some more.

"If the metal is not good enough for a ship, why would we clothe ourselves with it?" he asked dryly.

"Well, that's a good question. But it is light weight and flexible so it could withstand hard physical blows. You could also line it with a fire retardant material that could deflect any heat, should someone shoot a laser thing at you," she replied.

"Couldn't we do that with a ship too?" Vegeta asked. It was a good idea.

"You could," she nodded. "I just think making armor with it would utilize it better. I mean, how many ships can you make? I estimated maybe four?"

"True." Vegeta nodded. "Hmmn. We will have to look into that when we get it back to Bardock."

"And as for weapons, we could build guns and swords with it." she continued. "They're light weight, so they wouldn't weigh a warrior down."

Vegeta nodded. He liked that idea, but he wasn't going to let on that he did. Not just yet, anyway. "I do not carry weapons around though."

"Okay. But some of your other soldiers might." she replied.

"Only the low-ranking, barely useful ones."

"Okay. So since they aren't as great as you, then why not give them an edge?" she asked, getting frustrated with his lack of interest.

"I guess," he shrugged.

"Awe, come on!" she whined. "I put a lot of thought into this! Okay I don't have the ins and outs figured out yet, but admit it, they're good ideas."

"Hmmn. They're not bad." Vegeta replied, trying to push her buttons. In honesty, he was impressed that she had come up with something so quick.

Bulma glared at him and went back to frying up her dinner. She had been really proud of her ideas. Okay, so they weren't the best ideas she had ever come up with, but she didn't think they were the worst either. She fumed silently, forgetting the Saiyan Prince beside her was watching her carefully.

Vegeta smirked to himself. She was very alluring when she was pissed off. He was tempted to throw her over his shoulder and take her back with him to his private quarters to help her blow off some steam. Now that could make for some interesting entertainment. He thought to himself.

"You're not used to anyone shooting down your ideas, are you?" he laughed, still watching her fume.

"They were good ideas! I don't know why you don't see that." she said, still not looking at him.

"I never said they weren't good ideas, but there is still a lot of work to be done. It's not that simple."

"I know that. I'm not dumb, you know." she said, rolling her eyes and glaring at him.

Vegeta chuckled. "We'll figure it out when we get to Vegeta-sei," he replied, not even wanting to think about going home. "Come here." he said, reaching for her hand and pulling her towards him.

Bulma looked at him suspiciously with a raised eyebrow and resisted for a second before allowing him to pull her into his embrace. She was still annoyed at him.

"Look," he said, looking at her. "Things aren't going to be easy for you once we arrive at Vegeta-sei. There are some things I need to warn you about before we get there." he said, gently rubbing up and down her arms.

Bulma shivered at his touch and leaned in closer to him, quickly forgetting why she was mad at him in the first place. "Okay," she nodded. She was very curious as to what to expect once they got there.

"Finish eating and come to my quarters," he said, stepping away from her and heading out of the kitchen, leaving her in a bit of a daze. He smirked at seeing her disappointment at his leaving her.

"Alright. I won't be long" she said, regaining her composure. She loved and hated how she lost all coherent thought the second he touched her.

He smirked at her and left.

Bulma quickly finished frying up the rest of her meat and quickly scooped up some rice on her plate and finished her meal as quickly as she could.

Kakarott walked in just as she was finishing up. "Hey, Bulma!" he greeted. "Did you make dinner too?"

"Yea," she nodded, putting her washed plate away. "Or I tried to. There's rice and defrosted meat. I was going to cook it for you guys but Vegeta said not to."

"Oh. You don't have to cook it. Its fine raw like that." he said pointing to the defrosted meat on the counter.

Bulma shuddered. "Okay, well there's a lot there either way. Dig in."

"Great! Thanks, Bulma!" Kakarott said, grabbing a plate for himself.

"No problem!" Bulma called back and headed to her room. She wanted to put something a little nicer on.

She rummaged through her stuff. She wanted to wear something nice, but not make it look too obvious that she was trying to look good. Once again, she had no idea what to expect this evening. She settled on the same black silk pajama pants she wore last night and the matching low cut silk top. It was quite form-fitting. She didn't need to wear a bra underneath it. It had a mock lace up the front to look a little like a corset. She took her hair down from her sloppy bun and ran her fingers through it. She was one of those lucky girls whose hair had a nice natural curl but if she combed it while blow drying it, it would be perfectly straight. She sprayed a little product in her hair and scrunched it and tousled it a little, giving it some body and lose curl. She gave herself a quick once over and decided all in all, she looked pretty good. She didn't look like she was trying too hard.

She knocked on his door and patiently waited for him to answer. It only took a second or two and the door opened, revealing her handsome Prince. Bulma smiled inwardly to herself at the obviousness that he had just been sitting around waiting for her.

"Hello." she greeted him.

"Hello." he replied, looking her over. She looked gorgeous, as usual. "Come in." he said, moving over to let her in and closing the door.

Bulma took a seat on the couch as she had the previous night.

Vegeta poured her a glass of wine and offered it to her and sat next to her. Both of them sat there in silence, sipping their wine. After about a minute, Bulma scooted over next to him so that they were touching. To her surprise, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. She took advantage and snuggled right into his side.

Vegeta looked down at her. For once, she wasn't falling asleep on him. What was it about her that he just liked having her close to him? He just wanted her near. He silently breathed in her scent. It was subtle like the same night they had met. He closed his eyes briefly as though he was trying to imprint it in his mind.

"So?" Bulma finally asked, breaking the silence.

Vegeta exhaled. He really didn't want to talk about Vegeta-sei. He knew he had to warn her though of what to expect. He didn't even fully know what to expect. What he did know was that he would not be letting anyone take her from him. That much he was sure of.

"Tell me about your home," she said, really wanting to know. She was nervous and excited at the prospect.

"It's very hot and dry," he replied. "You'll not want to wear anything too heavy. When we get there, I will take you to our tailor to have some clothes made."

That sounded exciting! Bulma smiled at the thought. She loved shopping and getting new clothes. Learning a whole new style would be fun. Maybe they'd let her put her own personal twist on some of her clothes too.

"I will have to find someplace safe for you to stay," he continued on. "We do have an area in the palace for servants, but I will not have you staying there. In the meantime, you will reside with me in my quarters."

"Thank you," she murmured.

"Hmmn," he replied, deep in thought. "I do not know how well you will be received. You will be seen as a slave."

"Didn't we establish that already?" she asked, slightly annoyed at being reminded of that fact.

"We did, but I do not treat you as such, nor will I treat you as such," he said with a heavy sigh. "My father will more than likely see you as my personal concubine."

Bulma frowned at that. "I thought you said you wanted my help in the Science and Technology Department?"

"I do, and you will be," Vegeta started. "Hopefully."

"Hopefully!?"

"Well, that is my hope; that you will be able to work in the science wing with Bardock." Vegeta said. "But the fact that you are an alien and a woman is not going to go over well."

"Why not?" Bulma asked frowning, wondering if she was headed to a planet full of chauvinists.

"Women don't work in the labs." Vegeta replied. "Their sole purpose is to train and be strong and bare strong Saiyan children to advance our race. Only the strongest females are allowed to mate with Elite warriors. So it is very important they be strong. As well, some of our finest warriors are female; both physically and strategically."

"Alright. So why can't a Woman work in a science department?" Bulma asked.

"I do not know, it is just not considered proper." Vegeta shrugged, looking for an actual answer. In truth, he didn't even know. He only knew that there never had been a female in the science department. "And anyone who's not a Saiyan does not have a place of any importance. They are usually servants for cleaning and cooking staff or concubines."

"Oh," was all Bulma could say. She had been worried after this morning about what all would be included in being a slave. She just hadn't thought being a concubine would be one of those possibilities.

"If I say you are my concubine, you will be left alone," Vegeta said, trying to look at her, but her face was turned away.

"And what will that all entail?" Bulma asked, purposefully not meeting his gaze.

Vegeta chuckled. "Well, for all intensive purposes, you will be seen as my personal property to do with as I wish and no one will be able to touch you without my permission unless they want to die. I will try to get you a spot in the science lab but that may prove to be a problem; other than that not much. Be assured, the life of a royal concubine is one coveted by many."

Bulma nodded. "I see."

"It will be for appearances only," Vegeta replied, still looking down at her, wishing she would make eye contact with him. "Bardock, who is the head of the science department and the most intelligent Saiyan on the planet, is more than interested in working with you. So for the time being, you will stay with me in my quarters at the palace and during the day work with Bardock. No one can know that, though."

"Okay." Bulma said, processing everything he had just said to her.

"You cannot leave my room or the science wing unless you accompanied by Kakarott or myself. It will not be safe for you to wander on your own."

"Why isn't it safe?" Bulma asked, frowning again.

"Because it isn't." Vegeta bit back a little more harshly than intended.

"I thought that if I was considered your personal concubine, no one would dare touch me." she challenged, finally turning to look at him.

"No one in the right mind would," Vegeta agreed. "But there are a few that won't care and still seek out to harm you. There are those you must watch out for."

"Like who?" she asked.

"Like my father," he replied with a heavy sigh. "He has a weakness for beautiful women."

Bulma blushed a little at the thought that he obviously thought she was beautiful if he was fearful enough to warn her of his father, then gave herself a mental kick in the head. This could be serious! She chastised herself. "Alright," she nodded. "Who else?"

"Asia." Vegeta growled. He hated even saying her name.

"Pretty name! Who's that?"

"The bothersome wench I told you about that seems to think I'm going to mate with her," he said with as much distaste as he could muster. "She is very possessive of me and will do anything to get to anyone whom she sees as a threat."

"Oh, nice. So me being announced as your personal concubine will go over well, I'm sure!" Bulma said sarcastically.

Vegeta nodded. "She's no one. I can assure you that. She's diluted herself. I have never expressed any interest in her what so ever. Yet she tells everyone that we are to be mated in a few years time," he said, looking into her eyes.

"Really?" Bulma asked, already feeling jealous of this girl whom she knew nothing about.

"Really," he replied. "I will find a way of being rid of her. However, in the meantime, stay as far away from her as you can. She is one of the strongest female elite warriors on the planet."

Bulma nodded. "And why aren't you interested in her? Is she not pretty enough?"

"No. She's beautiful. There is no doubt about that. I just can't stand to be around her. She is extremely manipulative and only interested in the throne and advancing her family's political position. As it is, her father is one of my father's top advisors; which is why it is difficult for me to simply dismiss her."

"I see." Bulma nodded.

"Just stay away from her at all costs. She will destroy you if she sees you a threat, which I'm almost certain she will," he said with a chuckle. A part of him could not wait to see her reaction to Bulma when they arrived.

"Great," Bulma said with a heavy sigh. "Thanks for putting a target on my head."

"There is no other way," he said, trying to look at her again. "Any other way would have you sleeping in the servants' quarters with everyone else, and I will not have that. You will stay with me to ensure your safety or not at all."

Bulma sat there in silence for a moment. She turned at looked at him. He wore an unreadable expression on his face, but his eyes reflected something more. Something she wasn't sure what it was. Was it concern? She wasn't sure. "Alright," she agreed. He had proven to her so far that he was trustworthy and would not take advantage of her.

"Good." He nodded, still looking at her; glad she had agreed so easily to stay with him. He really wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to hold her close and never let her go. Then he would know she would be safe. He would never let anything happen to her. Not while he was still breathing.

"Will I ever have a chance to meet this Lord Frieza?" she asked, abruptly bringing his train of thought to a crashing halt.

"Not if I have anything to do about it," he growled. "Do not go near him, he is evil incarnate. He does nothing but destroy lives. Do not give him any information about anything, ever. Not about your capsules, not about anything you may do in the lab. Nothing about your past life, and nothing about me, ever. He will use it to destroy you. Most importantly, do not ever allow yourself to be left alone with him. He is sick and demented. He takes pleasure in the discomfort and pain of others. He would think nothing of violating someone like you, just because he could or because it would be a way to get to me, should he believe I hold any such attachment to you," he cautioned, barely able to contain his rage.

“Yea I heard about him. Kakarott mentioned that he was a horrible person,” Bulma replied, feeling nervous under Vegeta’s arm as she felt him tense up. She could feel the hate he held for this lizard tyrant.

"Kakarott told you about Frieza?" Vegeta asked, glaring down at her.

"He did," she nodded.

"And what exactly did he tell you?" he asked, angrily. How dare that third class talk about their experience with that perverted lizard!

"Nothing, really," Bulma shrugged. Uh ohh, she thought to herself. "Just that you guys were sent as young boys into his service and that it was hell, which is why I should help you guys out."

Vegeta chuckled. "That's a nice way of putting it."

"That bad, huh?" she asked, not wanting to let on that Kakarott had given her any details at all.

"Let's just say, Hell would have been a better place to grow up than under Freiza's service." Vegeta spat.

"I'm sorry." Bulma said, looking at him.

"Do not pity me!" he grumbled, getting up off the couch and walking away from her. He suddenly needed his space.

"I don't mean to pity you." Bulma said quickly, remembering that Kakarott had a similar reaction. "I only mean that I'm sorry that you had to suffer."

"And what would you know of suffering?" he spat at her.

"If it's as bad as I'm under the impression it was, then not a whole lot. Nothing I have been through comes close in comparison," she replied boldly, refusing to show him any fear. "My apology does not mean to insult or demean anything you have been through. I only meant that no one should have to suffer; especially if you are a child. Kakarott indicated you were both very young."

"I was ten years old. Kakarott was eight." Vegeta replied, calming down a little. He hated discussing anything about his time with Frieza. "You asked me this morning how we are different from them."

Bulma nodded.

"We would never take child slaves," he said. "If I destroyed Freiza tomorrow, that would never happen again. I would even see to it personally if I had to."

"That's terrible. I'm sorry for what I said this morning," she said looking at him. "That wasn't fair."

"It wasn't," Vegeta agreed. "But how could you know?"

Bulma nodded. She still felt bad for her horrible accusations she had made that morning. "I'm behind you all the way. Whatever I can do to help, I will do."

"Good," Vegeta said, grabbing another drink and refilling Bulma's glass. "The first order of business is to teach Bardock the secret behind this capsulation thing your father invented."

"Alright," Bulma nodded. "It's really quite simple. He'll shake his head when I break down the whole concept. What's he like? You mentioned that he would be okay with working with me despite me being an alien woman. He's okay for me to be around? You trust him?" she asked. From the impression she was under, aside from Vegeta and Kakarott, everyone else sounded very scary.

"Bardock you can trust," Vegeta said sitting back down. "He is the smartest Saiyan on the planet. Where he lacks in fighting strength, he makes up for with his intelligence. Every bit of advanced technology we have was invented by him. Not to mean he isn't strong. He is. Should something happen to you, he could protect you."

"What could happen to me in a science lab?" Bulma asked. She was getting more and more worried by the minute.

"Who knows?" Vegeta shrugged. "There aren't many I do trust. But Bardock is trustworthy. You need not fear him."

"If you trust him, then I will trust him." Bulma nodded. "What's he like?"

"He is Kakarott's father." Vegeta replied. That made her feel a little better. She liked Kakarott. "He's more serious. Not a clown like his son."

Bulma giggled at that. "I'll look forward to meeting him."

"You'll like him." Vegeta said, sitting back down next to her. "And he is looking forward to meeting you and working with you."

"Good! It'll be fun!"

"Aside from Bardock and me, no one is to know what you are doing in the science lab. No one is to know about your capsules." Vegeta said seriously. "If anyone asks, you are my personal concubine."

"Hmm." Bulma replied, not liking that part of the plan, but nodded anyway.

"I am serious, it is the only way I can protect you." Vegeta growled.

"And what if I want to be more than just your personal concubine?" Bulma asked boldly, knowing she may be overstepping her bounds; but she didn't care. She wanted to know where this was going. She felt an intense connection to him and she was sure he felt it too. She just needed to know whether she should get her hopes up or not. Either way, she was willing to work for him and help him to accomplish his goal.

Vegeta turned and looked at her and held her gaze for a long moment. There wasn't anything he would like more. He knew that with her by his side he could accomplish anything. He didn't know how he knew that after only knowing her for such a short period of time, but he just did. He didn't want her as his concubine though. She was worth so much more than that. She even deserved more than that. "There isn't anything I wouldn't want more," he said honestly. "But I am a Prince. At this point, I am not free to make my own decisions. But you have my word, that as soon as I am able, you will be appointed as much more than just my concubine."

Bulma nodded. She wasn't quite sure how to take what he had just told her. Of course she knew he wouldn't want something serious with her, she wasn't that naive.

"I cannot have any attachments, woman," he said looking intensely at her, wanting her to understand that he did care for her, but at the same time just couldn't. "Even placing you in a position as my concubine is risky. But it's the only way I can think of to make sure you are kept safe at the moment."

"I know. It's just that-"

"You think that me making you a concubine puts a target on your head?" he interrupted. "If Frieza found out you were anything more than that, I cannot even think what he would do." He said shaking his head, trying to dismiss the thought. It was too much for him and yet was something that had been on his mind ever since last night. He hadn't considered that not long after his returning, Frieza would be paying them a visit. He had to find a way to keep her hidden. He was sure that shouldn't be too difficult to do. What he did with his time behind closed doors and with whom was nobody's business.

"Why is this Lord Frieza so determined to get to you?" she asked. It didn't make sense.

"He just is. His purpose in life is to make me miserable." Vegeta growled.

"But why?" Bulma asked.

"It doesn't matter," Vegeta snapped. "All you need to know is that you need to stay away from him." he added, indicating to her that the topic was closed for any further discussion.

Bulma nodded. This situation was very quickly becoming more complicated and confusing by the minute. "I'll keep my distance."

Vegeta looked at her. She looked so delicate and vulnerable in that moment; more so than usual. He knew he had to protect her at all costs. At least he knew that he could rely on Kakarott and Bardock to watch over her when he couldn't be around. "I won't ask much of you, Woman. But I will ask that of you."

Bulma nodded in reply. She still wanted to find out what it was that he really felt for her. Did he actually care for her or was he just being possessive because she was technically his property? She decided to just leave it for the time being. "I should go to bed." she said, getting up to leave.

Vegeta got up and followed her to the door. He didn't want her to leave. He wanted her to stay with him. He wanted to tell her that he felt much more for her than just having her around as a concubine to help out in the science department. He just didn't know how to communicate that to her.

"Goodnight," she said, giving him a small smile and turning to look at him briefly before leaving.

Vegeta did the only thing he could think of in that moment and kissed her. He needed to let her know that he really did want her. He just couldn't claim her as his at the moment. He leaned into her, pushing her against the still closed door and kissed her with as much feeling as he could muster up. It was the only way he could communicate his feelings to her. He just hoped it would be enough for her.

Bulma closed her eyes and let him assault her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he took control over the situation and effectively trapped her against the door. Soon enough, he slid his hands around her thin waist and pulled her tightly against him. Bulma was so caught up in the moment that she began to feel dizzy as she kissed him back with as much intensity as he was giving to her.

"Stay here," he whispered in her ear giving her a break so she could breathe once more. He began to kiss down her neck and back up again to her jaw line slowly making his way back to her mouth.

"Alright," she breathed back to him as he captured her mouth once again with his own. He smirked against her mouth and picked her up and carried her back to his bed, his lips never leaving hers. He gently placed her on his bed and continued to kiss her. He wouldn't lose himself again like he had last night. However, he wanted her to have no doubt in her mind that she was his. At the moment this was the only way he could answer her question as to what if she wanted to be something more to him than just his concubine. He just hoped it would be enough for her for now.

After a few more minutes, Vegeta broke away from her and got up off the bed before things got out of hand. He was already wearing loose pajama pants. He thought those might be a good idea just in case things with the Woman did get heated. He didn't want her to notice his obvious desire. He couldn't believe how he seemed to be affected by her so strongly when he was alone. She didn't have to do anything. He cursed his lack of self control.

Bulma scooted back up into a sitting position and licked her lips. She couldn't believe how passionately he had kissed her just now. It confused her. She wanted more of him but then thought better of it. She quickly got under the covers and watched him as he paced the room. He obviously had something on his mind. It was then that he took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Oh my god! She thought to herself. She had noticed his perfect physique, but had never seen him without his shirt. He was absolutely perfect. His chest and abs perfectly chiseled, but not bulky or overdone.

Vegeta smirked at her gawking and turned around to shut off the lights. It was then that he heard her gasp. He turned around quickly to see what was wrong with her.

"What happened to your back?" she asked in horror. It was covered in scars. It was then that she noticed that he had them on his chest and abs as well. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed that as well. She had been too busy drooling, she thought, embarrassed with herself.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and shut off the lights. "Many years of battles, wars and life with Frieza." he growled, heading back to bed and sliding under the covers.

"Those are terrible!" she exclaimed.

"Some were. Most are trophies," he replied, reaching for her and pulling her close.

She allowed him to pull her close and snuggled into his embrace. "Still, they must have hurt!"

"I don't really remember," he said, wanting to end the conversation. He kissed the back of her neck in hopes of distracting her.

Bulma sighed and giggled as he assaulted her neck. This was getting harder and harder to do. She turned her head to try and look at him and caught his mouth. He kissed her deeply again and then pulled away, earning him a small growl from her. He smirked at her, pleased that she was obviously as effected by him as he was by her.

"Did I answer your question sufficiently?" He asked in a very deep voice.

Bulma nodded. "I think so. Yea."

"Good. Do not question my intentions or affections for you," he continued. "I may not be able to express myself freely with words. Let my actions however, speak in place of words."

Bulma nodded again, her stomach doing flip flips. "I understand," she said, settling in to sleep.

Vegeta pulled her in closer and wrapped his tail around her waist. She was already asleep. He breathed in her scent and followed in sleep not long after.

Every night for the rest of the week they fell asleep together. They visited and got to know each other better forming an intense bond. Both of them wished they could just live out their lives together, care free like this forever, but that was a luxury that wouldn't happen yet.

Time passed quickly, and it wasn't long before the night they fell asleep together in the comfort of each other's embrace, they would find themselves awaking to the day they would finally land on Vegeta-sei.
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