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WARNING: This chapter contains adult situations that may not be suitable for an immature audience. In other words…this is not meant to be read by those unable to understand or are easily offended by graphic material.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Soft and Only

Bulma let loose a screech of pure terror as Vegeta catapulted them into the night air. She had wanted a quick exit, but not one that would cause her heart to stop beating! Bulma had always entertained her passion for aviation, having received her pilot's license before obtaining her automobile permit. She loved flying as long as her method of transportation was an air- craft complete with engines, seatbelts and an autopilot. What she couldn't handle was this wild and reckless aerial assault into the moonless West City sky.

"STOP VEGETAHHH…" she shrieked, locking her arms in a death grip around his neck. "Please stop!"

The Saiyan Prince complied, locking the brakes on his turbo-boosted ejection. To Bulma, his sudden stop felt the same as the equivalent as slamming into a concrete ceiling. Her stomach did a flip-flop, heaving at the force of his stoppage.

"I think I'm going to throw-up," she moaned as her fear was replaced with a surging dose of motion sickness.

Vegeta plucked her from his form and held her out at arms length; getting puked on was not his idea of fun. "That's quite a provocative statement," he snorted. Her eyes were closed and her face had taken on sickly gray hue that was most unbecoming on her. Vegeta gave her a gentle shake as if to snap her out of her miserable reverie. "Do you use that line on all of your lovers? "

Her eyes opened and flashed a glorious shade of fiery blue, the anger adding a soft blush to her cheeks. Vegeta found her much more attractive this way. Her passion, whether fueled by anger or lust…had always been an incredible turn-on for him. He had never realized how much she affected him until now. He pulled her in close and enjoyed the rapid acceleration of her inflamed pulse-rate.

"No…I don't use that line on all of my lovers…only on the ones that eject me into outer-space," she retorted. She noticed the playful look in Vegeta's eyes, which told her he was only teasing and it lessoned her anxiety, that and the incredible sensation of her body smashed up against his. The feeling of his hands nearly burned through her thin dress and she trembled at the thought of those same strong hands sculpting her bare flesh into a sweat soaked ecstasy.

She shivered and snuggled in closer to Vegeta, who readily accepted her into his embrace. "It's cold up here Vegeta…I'm not wearing much…in case you haven't noticed," she purred into his ear.

The Saiyan Prince took her last statement as an "open invitation" to explore. Apparently she was recovering from her motion sickness. Keeping one strong arm secure around her waist, he dropped his other down to the hem of her gown. "How could I not notice, Woman. This dress leaves very little to the imagination…not that I'm complaining. I've enjoyed player voyeur all evening...along with every other male in the room."

"Don't tell me that the mighty Prince was jealous tonight?" she said with a giggle (which quickly turned to a moan as Vegeta slipped his hand under the sheer fabric of her dress.) The feeling of his hand on her bare thigh was shockingly erotic and she encouraged its slow sensual caress towards the inferno burning between her legs. Her anxiety over their incredulous altitude was diminishing quickly, her passion making her reckless and unafraid.

"I was fine with coveting you from afar until that idiot decided to propose marriage," he replied nestling his face into her neck. Her skin was softer than anything he had ever touched and the scent of her desire was sweet and exciting.

His words took Bulma by surprise; was he still teasing her or was he serious? She pulled away so she could look into his face. "Did you honestly think I would possibly choose Yamcha over you?"

The Saiyan blushed and shifted uncomfortably. The extent of his feelings for Bulma made him feel vulnerable, an emotion he was most certainly not used to dealing with. "I didn't spend an entire night picking flowers for you only to watch you jump back into the bed with that Weakling," he said with a shrug.

He swore that if she laughed he would drop her. As much as he wanted her at this moment, his pride would not withstand her ridicule.

Instead she kissed him, a warm, sexy kiss that translated the very essence of her heart and soul, every ounce of her love and eagerness to be with him. Vegeta responded with equal fervor and they were soon all consumed by the primal passion each had repressed for so long. Neither was shy about their intentions as the kiss deepened and Vegeta's inquisitive hands found Bulma's radiating heat.

He probed into her smooth moistness and grinned at her pleasure- filled reaction. Bulma nearly bucked out of his arms at the sensation of his entry and moaned her approved as those same digits began a teasing little dance of discovery.

She gasped his name as he fingered and probed her hot sex, making him break into a raunchy smile. The woman was far from frigid, writhing in his arms like a serpentine seductress. He liked her reaction to his touch and was pleased to find the Earthling female perfect for compatibility. (Not that he had expected otherwise…Kakarott had actually sired a child with a woman of this race and he was certainly no genius). What did surprise Vegeta was his incredible attraction and need for the delicious creature currently riding his thrusting fingers without inhibition and begging for more.

Bulma's pleasure had given her a heady intoxicated feeling and she nearly screamed when Vegeta's mouth began a tortuous assault on her neck. Kisses on her neck always drove her wild and Vegeta's mouth proved exceptionally talented. She was quickly nearing her first release and they hadn't even gotten naked yet. The Saiyan Prince was proving to be as amazing as she had fantasized and in her heightened state of arousal she told him as much.

"Vegeta…you don't know how long I've dreamed about being with you…" she murmured, lost in the ecstasy of his touch.

A throaty chuckle from Vegeta brought her back to reality. He gave her a leering grin as he ceased his stroking, "You dream about me often, do you? Tell me Woman…am I in your thoughts when you play with yourself? I've been wondering if it was me you were thinking of the morning I blew up your proto-type…"

Bulma let out a strangled cry, caused by both embarrassment and desire. She was about to tell him off for his egocentric perversion, that only a first class jerk would ask something so personal and private, when she realized he was right. She had been thinking of little else besides getting nasty with the Saiyan Prince…for months!

And further more, the idea of confessing this to the very man she had been aching to be with, was…well… a total turn on!

It must have been appealing for Vegeta as well, for when she met his eyes she instantly recognized the predatory hunger no longer masked within his obsidian gaze. His fingers once again began to dance inside of her and she moaned her approval of their movement.

"Yes…I've been lusting for you since the day you moved into Capsule Corp. I thought…I thought I would get over my feelings when you left to search for Goku… and Yamcha was wished back to life. But I only wanted you more…it didn't matter that you had no interest in me…you were so beautiful and cold…completely unattainable…"

Her words were cut off as she uttered a soft gasp. Vegeta's fingers and mouth were really doing a number on her sanity. Her body was burning under his demanding touch and she had lost the ability of all reason, speech and control. She rocked her body in rhythm with his frenzied stroking, never before had she felt so alive, dizzied by the delight of being held in Vegeta's embrace. The one man she had actually pined for these many long months. The cold and aloof warrior was a man after-all. The urgency of his kisses and the pulsating heat between her legs caused her to murmur, "I want you Vegeta…I've wanted you for so long."

The Saiyan Prince raised his face from the warmth of her neck and gave her a lusty grin. He pulled his hand out from under her dress and used his free hand to hitch her legs around his slim waist, grinding his pelvis against her pulsating desire.

"Not up here Vegeta…someone will see us," she whispered.

"So?" he challenged. He was beyond caring about the opinions of the prudish Earthlings. Never had he encountered a civilization so fucked in the head when it came to sexual relations between consenting adults. He was a Saiyan Prince, who would do what he wanted, whenever he wanted! He was more than ready to take the luscious beauty in his arms and allow the pathetic mongrels of this planet see him in all of his glory.

He shifted, preparing his entry, when Bulma cried out with a whimper of protest. He stopped and looked deep into her eyes and understood her meaning. She wasn't afraid of purging her sexual inhibitions, but rather another unwanted interruption from her idiot ex-lover.

Vegeta nodded, respecting her wish, but added, "I'd fly you home…but as you can see…I'm in no condition for travel." He gestured his eyes down towards his raging erection, which strained threateningly against the expensive fabric of his trousers.

It was Bulma's turn for comprehension as she gave him a sweet but seductive smile. "There is a deep, dark garden underneath us. Maybe we can find a way to unload some of your 'excess' energy in there."

A low growl of approval came from the Prince. He kissed her inviting lips as he lowered their entwined bodies slowly into the shadowed security of the opulent garden.

It seemed to Bulma that time might have halted while they made their slow descent to the garden. Their passionate embrace sating (for the moment) the now ravenous hunger that screamed to be fed. Vegeta somehow managed to navigate them into a darkened patch of soft grass, all the while kissing her with wild abandon. Their little niche was privately obscured from the still heavily traveled garden paths, yet there was still ample light for Bulma to watch her Saiyan love disengage from her embrace and remove his jacket.

He placed the coat onto the ground and then took her once again into his arms, nudging her with gentle urgency onto the discarded clothing. Bulma was dimly aware of an orchestra playing somewhere inside the mansion, providing a sexy soundtrack to the now initiated coupling.

Vegeta groaned as his weight fell upon the beautiful heiress, her body so supple and inviting. He plundered her mouth with his tongue while entering her with a frantic-driven thrust. Bulma cried out as she raised her hips to try and meet his next plunge, but the sheer force of his strength flattened her back onto the ground. She moaned in appreciation of his width invading her neglected body with savage cadence, his need for her evident in his demanding kisses and the rough foraging of his mouth. He was by no means a gentle lover, but she found his power exhilarating. She had never felt so alive, so desired, so swept up in a passion beyond her control

Bulma broke her mouth free to pant her approval. She had imagined he would be strong and well endowed, but Kami…who knew he would feel so damned good? Her ragged breathing soon turned to crazed cries of release, her arms locking around the Saiyan's neck as she shuddered through endless waves of ecstasy.

Vegeta found himself gasping in shock at the intensity of her climax, her internal muscles punishing his invasion as he rode her with commanding force. "What is this?" he wondered vaguely. He had never before encountered a female species whose body reacted so wonderfully violent during an orgasm. He quickly lost his will to continue and let himself erupt with a strangled roar, spilling his royal seed inside of her still undulating sex.

They rocked together, the pace slowing as each rode out the mind rippling euphoria of their shared climatic finale. Vegeta spent of all energy, pulled out of the female and rolled off of Bulma with an unceremonious thud.

"Holy…shit!" he managed with a rasp. Sex with Bulma was hot and raw and he found himself wanting to take her again. But first he had to regulate his breathing and regain control of his exhausted and languid muscles.

"That was just the appetizer Vegeta, I hope you are still hungry for more," murmured Bulma as she crawled atop her Saiyan lover. She refused to deny herself of the chaotic heat emulating from the connection of their bodies. She sighed and snuggled in happily, intoxicating herself with his scent and lulling her post-coital sleepiness to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Vegeta chuckled, lifting his heavy arms to pull Bulma against him. "Oh…I plan to have you again woman, I just need a few moments to regain my senses."

The blue-haired female shook her head in admonishment, "Not out here again. My fantasies about you never included being fingered in mid-air or ravaged in a public place. The next time we have sex I want it to be in a bed, with candles burning and you in all of your naked Saiyan glory." She caressed his neck with soft kisses, enjoying the acceleration in his breathing.

Vegeta gasped in reaction to her soft lips grazing his skin. A powerful jolt of sexual electricity shot through his body, awakening his desire and restoring his immense hunger for her. But the thought of that warm little mouth covering his naked flesh with those same feathery kisses was motivation enough to motivate him for travel. Reaching out a shaky hand he grabbed his jacket and maintaining a firm hold on the succulent female, took off into the night air, destination…Capsule Corp.

The flight back to the bungalow was uneventful if one could discount the number of times he nearly dropped her in anticipation of the wild night of sex that lay in wait. Bulma spent the entirety of the trip licking his ear and probing it with her tongue. She giggled at his near loss of control, who knew the unflappable Alien Prince could be so easily un-nerved? Her mind was still reeling from their last encounter and she secretly plotted the number of ways she would torture his beautiful body with her own. The whole idea of another coupling with the sexy Saiyan had her body screaming in eager delight and the looming sight of the Capsule Corp compound left her incredibly grateful for Vegeta's expeditious flying abilities.

No one was as happy to see the familiar domed rooftops of Capsule Corp than Vegeta. The damned woman had been (pleasantly) torturing him the entire fight with her persistent probing tongue and he was nearly half-blinded with lust by the time they touched down. He immediately grabbed the little "tart" and smashed her up against the outer-wall of their home. He ravished her with his own feverish kisses while grabbing a hold of the hem of her dress, pulling on it as if to rip the entire garment off of her body.

Bulma swatted his hand away from her gown and managed a protest when his demanding mouth moved down to her neck. "No…" she panted while motioning towards the house," Inside…"

Vegeta sighed in frustration and moved away from her with dramatic disapproval. "You're no fun!" he said with a growl and then began to snicker upon catching a glimpse of her under the outdoor lights of the compound. "You are a total mess, Woman," he said with a smirk. In truth, it looked to Vegeta as if he had dragged the woman home by her feet, rather than flying her in the chivalrous manner that he had.

She frowned not understanding until she looked down and realized her dress and legs were smudged with dirt. A quick check of her hair brought the horrible discovery that the pretty blue flowers adorning her now destroyed coif, were shattered and sharing space with twigs, leaves and various other layers of sediment.

She howled unpleasantly and marched her way over to the door to punch in the security code to gain entry, sputtering the entire time about uncivilized Saiyans and the lack of sexual modesty of the race.

Vegeta grinned, happy to have set off that fiery temper once more and pulled her back into the rough embrace of his arms. He cupped her beautiful face in one hand, securing a hold with his other arm. "I happen to like you down and dirty, you little brat". He proved this point by crushing her mouth with his own, practically immobilizing the anger from the temperamental heiress.

He drew away and gave her a look that spoke volumes. Bulma knew then, he wanted her…body and soul, for better or worse. She nearly melted under the power of his serious regard and "told" him through unspoken body language that she indeed felt the same. This was more than mere infatuation or lust. This was the real deal, a love that would shake any barriers of race, custom or creed.

She kissed him, easily conveying all off these thoughts bad feelings into one show of affection. "I really do need to get cleaned up and there is the that little matter about getting naked with you," she murmured.

Vegeta, eager to oblige blasted the door down, scooped her into his arms and carried her inside.