A/N - This fanfiction contains strong language and scenes of a sexual nature! *grins evilly* If you find either of these situations offensive or you are not old enough, click on the back button now! As for the rest of you… enjoy!

Disclaimer - DBZ and all its characters belong to Akira Toriyama. I'm simply manipulating his genius for my own sick and twisted purposes mwhahahahaha!

Feeding Genius

The tiredness falls over me in waves of ever-increasing drowsiness, feeling as though it is pulling my whole body to the floor. I could feel the beginning of it in my laboratory an hour ago. It magically appeared, clouding my thoughts, nipping at the edges of my mind and numbing it completely, but at least I can silently rejoice at living and working in the same compound. Surely I would have killed someone if I had attempted to get behind the wheel of my sky car tonight.

Revelling in it its comfort, I now lay sprawled on the plush lilac sofa of the den trying to rid my mind of the veritable hurricane these passed few days have swept me up in. It seems that my body is catching up to the agitation and stresses I have endured, and surrendering to the feeling, it sinks further into the soft cushions. I relax for a minute but it's hard in the stark lighting, so I fling my hand out to reach for the remote dimmer switch. The tips of my fingers are within grasp of the devices smoothed surface, but the sound of softly padding feet just above my head, followed by the softly whispered words of "Momma?" stop it short.

I rub my eyes, trying to get the haziness out of them and focus on the room. Chibi hands rock my arm determinedly backwards and forwards, adding to the persuasion for me to wake up. The groan that creeps along my throat is little more than frustration, because in all fairness I don't feel like dealing with anyone right now.

"What is it Trunks?" I ask wearily.

"Papa's training." he sighs, kneeling down at the edge of the couch, his young head resting gently on top of balled fists.

"Your papa's always training." I reply unable to stop the yawn that distorts the sentence.

"No momma… Papa's training really hard!"

"Trunks" I say, not having the energy to try and fathom the disjointed brain pattern of a five-year-old semi-Saiyan, "It's late sweetie, and momma's tired. Go back to bed." Saying as much my hand furls around one of the large cushions, bringing it over my face.

A couple of minutes pass and something doesn't seem right. Cautiously I lift the cushion only to be arrested by the blur of purple and blue, "Trunks! Go to bed!" I demand, a little more persistently this time.

"But I can't momma, papa's ki keeps waking me up." As if to prove the point he looks dejectedly down at the sofa and releases a dramatic sigh.

Personally I can relate to the sentiment, and sitting up to rub my aching forehead against an open palm, I mutter, "why me?" under my breath, whilst ramming my feet grudgingly back into uncomfortable black work shoes.

"Go back to bed Trunks," I say calmly, patting him gently on the head, "I'll go speak to your papa."

He runs to the hallway, but doesn't make it that far. Something distorts his usually calm features and his eyebrows pinch in the middle, the mirror image of Vegeta's. I know that look all too well, the battle of pride rages in my son, but unlike his father he puts it silently to the side. He turns back to me, simply opening his arms without a word.

Smiling, I kneel down to his level and he runs at me, knocking me backwards, and squeezes me tight, "I love you momma?" he says quietly against my chest.

"Oh really?" I question for the sake of our usual ritual, "How much?"

He smiles up to me, having expected the question, "Up to the stars!"

I giggle despite everything as his arms tighten around me. My Kami! If Vegeta ever heard him say that he wouldn't speak to me for a week! I feel my agitation return, No change there then, I note with a sigh. "I love you too Trunks." I say, shelving the thought for now, "Night, night."

Once again my son heads for the door, only this time he doesn't hesitate and I can hear him clamouring his way clumsily up the stairs and back to his room.

Still trying to gouge the sleep from my eyes, I stumble blearily out of the hall and into the crisp night air. Subconsciously I tug the corners of my three quarter length jacket as the drop in temperature instantly wakes me up. The low humming of the gravity room is the only sound that intrudes on the scenery and my feet instinctively walk in that direction. Rubbing my hands warm, even though the journey outside was short, I enter the structure it now resides in.

Apprehension is my current friend and it throws my thoughts back to the main reason my body is shutting down. The sleeplessness I spent last night enduring, and the proceeding three. I could never imagine that his absence would have such an affect on me, but it does. There was a time not so long ago that he refused to share a bed with me at all, but now I have become used to him, and even though his sleep is as tense as his wake, I miss his presence.

Tentatively I knock at the door, my knuckles barely making contact. "Vegeta?" I whisper. "Vegeta open up."

The longest of pauses ensues, but I will not call him again. He knows I'm here, and to confirm this there's a slight whirring as the computer stops the gravity program and the door opens. Knowing better than to enter I wait patiently at the exit as the form of my prince walks haughtily up, unfolding an arm and resting it on the frame above my head. The sweat clings to his body and I note with a vague hint of concern the untreated lesions that adorn his chest and face.

His eyes meet with mine and his lip curls in distain, "What?" he sneers into my face, his breathing heavy.

I turn away from him, "Your ki's keeping Trunks awake, tone the training down a bit." Sighing I walk back towards the door, not wanting to deal with him tonight. A certain portion of me is still mad at him, despite the need my body screams for his touch.

"And is that all?" he questions in a hushed growl, staying my feet.

"Yes." I reply, "I have nothing else to say to you."

"Not sorry for acting like a complete baka the other day Vegeta, and overreacting?"

Like a volcano on the brink of erupting I can feel the anger boiling up through me, my tiredness adding the extra fuel it needs to over flow. The rage shakes through my body as I turn on the spot, "I'm overreacting!" I scream at him, "Ugh! I have no idea how you spun that one into logic Vegeta. For fucks sake! You are the one who overreacted mister! Do you have any, any notion of the repercussions this is going to have for Capsule Corporation?"

His eyes narrow dangerously, "You explained them in meticulous detail to me the other night onna. I disregarded them then as I do now. It's not as if I killed the pathetic little fuck, although with your permission I gladly would."

"And is that supposed to impress me, huh? That you'd have willingly killed one of the biggest investors in our company for the last twenty years, because of one minor indiscretion by its managing director?"

"Indiscretion do you call it? I call it 'attempted suicide'. No one touches what is mine!" he snarls grabbing my wrists. He runs a calloused hand up my skirt, his eyes locking with mine as they express a need, which under normal circumstances I wouldn't be able to refuse.

"I'm not having this conversation again!" I retort, freeing myself of his caress. It is harder to do than I would care to admit, but I can't let this go, I have to make him understand what he has done is wrong, and denying his advances this way is the only way I know how, "I've had the shittiest few days of my life thanks to you, and now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to bed. Just keep the ki down, because if Trunks wakes up again, I'm sending him to pester you instead, you got that?"

Ignoring the contemptuous glare and sputter of curses he spits venomously in my direction, I open the door and leave. This time I avoid the den and go straight up stairs to my bedroom. As I enter I fling my shoes angrily off my feet and walk to the bed, flopping down onto its soft covers.

As much as my body demands the comfort of sleep my mind just won't yield to it. Without Jorsindan LTD's backing this next financial year is going to be rocky for the Capsule Corporation. Investors like that just don't miraculously materialize over night. It's gonna take one hell of a lot of budgeting to see us through. I've already had to cut ties with the charities we support, the youth training apprentice schemes, and all courses we offered to Western Capital University. I'm trying hard not to have to make any redundancies, but it looks more and more likely that there will have to be early retirements for some of my more mature employees.

My temples ache just at the thought and I rub them furiously as I remember that night. The evening had started so perfectly. Vegeta had finished his training early, for one reason and one reason alone… me. It isn't often that he willing chooses to do this, but he never fails to amaze me. One minute he can be as curt and short with me as he is to everyone and the next he manages to spin it around and I find myself pushed up against his body, feeling all the electricity that his very essence stirs within me.

That day he came storming into my laboratory, his whole demeanour letting me know that opposition was pointless, as he stated that work was over for the day. No other words were exchanged and I found myself being gently, but determinedly marched out of the room.

The blood rises to my cheeks as I remember that we only managed to make it into the hall before both our vestiges of control filtered out. He pushed the full length of his body to mine, silencing any protests I might have had as he pressed his lips firmly to mine. Even if I had any then they wouldn't have been able to surface long under the persuasiveness of his expert touch.

Instantly my hands were on him, feeling along the muscular curve of his back, clawing at the skin, the contact being insufficient to satiate my lust for him. I needed more and so did he. His strong hands pushed up against the partition wall, encapsulating me, his lips trailed from my face and down my neck. When he was sure of my submissiveness one arm relented its position to lift my blouse up and over my head. His kisses continued down my chest and he nuzzled at the peeks of a breast through the lace of my bra. I groaned and felt my need for him multiply at the touches, and not liking the barrier anymore than he did, I slipped the straps off my shoulder, allowing him full access.

After seven years of pleasure unlike any I could have imagined, it still amazes me how much we still crave for each other. I would have thought that the familiarity with each other's body would dull the enjoyment, but it is quite different. If anything I would have to say that it does the exact opposite, almost as if we are working from the foundations up, because every time we share each other's bodies its as if we are laying a new brick, the mortar binding all the other bricks together and adding to the pleasurable milestones we have previously reached.

By some contrivance on his part Vegeta's hands had by this point worked their way up under my skirt running mini circular motions up my thigh, tantalisingly within reach of my most sensitive area. It was at that precise moment that things started to go wrong.

The synthesized beeps of William Tells Overture broke noisily, and unwontedly over the slight panting Vegeta's ministrations had managed to already elicit from me.

"Shit!" I cursed, "I forgot to put it on silent."

Vegeta however was completely unperturbed, and carried on with his purpose. I squirmed pleasurably at his touches, but the tones of my mobile nagged at me through his touch. It could be important. "Vegeta stop."

"Not a chance!" he replied, carrying on with renewed vigour, "Turn it off and forget all about it. As I said earlier, work is over for the day."

"B…but," his fingers skimmed over my covered clitoris, rubbing it gently through the silk of my panties as extra inducement. "It… it could… be… important."

"Not as important as what I have planned for you onna, now turn it the fuck off!"

Perhaps if he had left the swearing out then I might have done as he asked, but Bulma Briefs does not step down from a challenge, and I couldn't help but secretly smirk at the frustration on his face. It isn't often that I get a chance for one-up-man-ship on him. I reasoned that the tortured look of sexual repression, might just be worth answering the phone for, and so making sure he was distracted, by pushing my pelvis out to him, I managed to reach for my mobile and pressed answer.

I paled as I heard the voice on the other end. He was most definitely not the person I needed to speak to when I had my very own hunk of a Saiyan pleasuring me in between the legs. "Uh… hi daddy!"

Stopping his ministrations Vegeta's eyes met mine, the anger contained in them burning through me as he growled his annoyance.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, "I'd forgotten all about it. Thanks for reminding me. What time will they be here?"

I tried my hardest not to look up, but could already feel Vegeta's body leaving mine, and the wall shaking behind me as his fist drove into it above my head. "Six! Damn that only gives me half an hour to get ready. Yeah, don't worry dad I'll be there I promise… No its ok I have the presentation all ready for them. I'll see you then… ok… Bye."

As I turned my cell phone off, I looked up only to see that Vegeta had turned his back to me, as he tried to control his temper, not something he has ever been good at. "I'm sorry Vegeta, but I have a dinner meeting tonight. I can't put it off, but I promise," I take a step forward and lay a tentative hand on his shoulder, "I'll make it up to you tonight."

His body flinched at my touch, but he didn't turn to look at me. "Vegeta?" I question nervously, not liking the feeling of guilt that his actions flooded through my body.

"Do as you wish."

The chill in those words! "If there was any way around it I would get out of it, but these are important investors in Capsule Corporation, we need their backing. I can't afford to ignore them."

My words must have done some good, because he turned his head ever so slightly to look at me. Still he remained silent, but taking encouragement from his body language I continued, "To be honest I don't like the thought of it anymore than you do Vegeta. Mr. Simmons is a strange man. He seems to be going through some sort of midlife crisis, he creeps me out, but I have to be nice to him or he'll stop his funding."

I left out the part about him being an even more lecherous old man than Master Roshi, because knowing Vegeta he'd not let me anywhere near him. OK I'm used to dealing with lechers, but at least Kamesenin is openly blatant about it giving me some warning. Mr. Simmons on the other hand, well he's careful and devious in his groping, adding the smarmy charm you'd associated with a multibillion zeni businessman. Even now it makes me cringe as I think about the way he looked at me during those meetings.

Vegeta must have seen me give something away in my countenance and his face hardened, "Then I will come to this meeting also."

Oh great! That's all I needed, Vegeta sitting at the table, glaring death at my biggest investor over the canapés. "It's ok," I say, running my hands up his chest, and curling my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, "I can deal with him."

"Don't try and fool me onna, you just don't want me to mess up your precious meeting."

I knew there was no use lying to him. I nodded silently, hoping the ground would eat me up.

"Do not fear saying it to me Onna. Out of every creature in the universe you are the only one I do not wish to instil with that feeling. If you do not want me there then you should say as much. Lying gives you no credit."

He turned away and his words were barbed-balm, full of the contradictions that define him.

"Quite frankly I couldn't care less what you do." Without another word, or giving me a chance to understand him properly he walked angrily away.

Cursing him out under my breath I chanced a glance at my watch only to see that thirty minutes had morphed into twenty and I still needed to shower and change. Leaving worrying about the oddities of my mate far behind, my mind switched from that of a romantic to that of the businesswoman. I had no time to do anything else. Vegeta be damned - I had to get ready.

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The candelabrum in the main hall was shining its crystalline magnificence down on the business associates as they arrived, all dressed up in lavish black suits. Expense was nothing during a gathering of this magnitude. The wives wore their finest jewellery and we supplied the champagne in abundance, anything to help our cause. I stood at the top of the railings in my long black velvet evening dress, strangely depressed even amongst the activity that surrounded me.

Not so long ago I wouldn't have had that feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, but being with Vegeta has changed me. Perhaps for the better! If it hadn't been for him I would be just like the snobs down there by now, dependent on their alcohol and being victim to all their mercenary dealings instead of controlling them.

Indeed I might even have acquired some of their taste for the white elixir if he had been absent. Even as it was I dabbled in the designer drug scene after my split with Yamcha, only Vegeta's keen eye kept me in check. I thought he was doing it just to piss me off, never once did I consider that he did it because he cared.

After it became obvious that I was stalling and cognisance screamed that I shouldn't linger any longer, I walked carefully down the sweeping stair case, making sure to tread carefully in my heals. By sheer luck my clumsiness was spared reparation and I made it safely to the bottom step, only to meet a gaze that I hadn't expected to see.

"I thought I told you not to come?" I whispered into his chest.

"And I distinctly remember you lying to me. Consider this your punishment!" he snarled.

"Punishment?" I enquired, gazing over that beautifully formed body of his as it moved so well under the silk of his shirt. The angled curve of his back that seemed to compliment the lines of his toned backside in the black dress trousers. Like most of the other guests he had a relieved himself of his matching jacket and had unbuttoned the top. "If you think dressing like that for me is punishment then you're losing your touch."

He smirked wickedly at me, but there was a hint of red that silently burned his cheeks as he looked away. "You'll be the death of me woman. How am I supposed to behave with you looking like that? Tell me do you always dress this way for investors?"

I felt a little insecure at his words and nervously adjusted the spaghetti straps to try and hide my cleavage. He laughed out loud at me. "I'll take that as a yes. No wonder your business thrives!"

He meant to say it casually but I could feel the tension in the words. "Vegeta you know full well that the Capsule Corp. Empire is built on my genius, not my body!" I snapped.

Automatically he relaxed, the anger in my voice placing us firmly back on safe ground. He turned to me making sure his lips were mere millimetres away from my ear, his voice hushed to make sure no one would overhear. "There's no denying that your beauty can only be eclipsed by the brilliance of your mind Onna. Now go mangle or whatever it is that you are supposed to do at these horrible parties, but be warned I will be watching your every movement."

In a breath he had gone and even if he had stayed I wouldn't have been able to tell him the correct term was 'mingle' as the heat rushed to my face. I reached up with the back of my hand trying to tame the burning, and walked off into the crowd, prepared to face anything, the huge smile plastered across my face doing rough justice to the elation I felt.

It was so rare for Vegeta to complement me and to do it so completely was a boost that I couldn't have dared to hope for. Even the warning that he was watching me, did little to control the nervous flutter his words spun me into. To be perfectly honest it spun my senses into even dizzier heights, because I could practically feel his eyes pouring over my body. It was nothing short of erotic and damn would he pay for making me feel so incredibly good.

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A/N - I hope you enjoyed the opening chapter. I'm not sure how long this is going to be, but I'm going to be using this story as a lemon vent lol. It will definitely not be one for the kiddies. ;) Let me know what you think!

*huggles*

Ember

Special thanks go to Little Ninjin, who unwittingly gave me the inspiration for this story.