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Chapter Twenty-Three: Makes Me Scream

Bulma awoke to find herself entangled in top sheet and slightly disorientated as to her surroundings. A low rumble of a snore from her bedmate brought the memories of the last few hours flooding back with her consciousness. She was in Vegeta's bedroom, naked with the exception of the bedding twisted around her waist with the Saiyan Prince sleeping very soundly at her side. They had pleasured each other to the point of exhaustion and now catching her second- wind, she crept carefully out of bed to hunt down a very much-needed post-multi-orgasmic cigarette.

The shift of her weight caused Vegeta to stir and she froze watching him with a wary eye. The man was insatiable and she had no desire to awaken him or his long dormant libido.

Relieved to find him still very much asleep, Bulma picked up Vegeta's hastily discarded dress shirt from the bedroom floor and slipped it on, not bothering with any of the buttons. She found her "emergency" pack of cigarettes and tiptoed outside to enjoy the late night solitude of the Capsule Corp Compound.

She closed the sliding deck door quietly and settled her self on one of the wooden deck benches to light up and take a long drag from her smoke.

The evening this far had been endless, but amazing none-the-less. Who ever had penned the phrase, "I'm a lover…not a fighter…" had certainly never met Vegeta. The man was as equally skilled in bedroom tactics as he was on the battlefield, although in the sexual arena he possessed a great amount of gentle intimacy. A side Bulma doubted, no other Z Fighter would ever see, or believe.

"Vegeta"…the name rolled beautifully off her tongue, so much so that she breathed it aloud once again. The man was almost God-like to her after their impassioned coupling. His skillful caresses still had her body singing with joy and screaming for more. She could still feel his hot breath on her neck, his finger tracing her every curve, his demanding mouth devouring her own…

Bulma inhaled another luxuriously long drag from her cigarette and let her mind wander back over the past few hours. She closed her eyes and sighed, allowing her free hand to travel down the opened expanse of Vegeta's shirt, stroking the softened skin between her breasts as she remembered…

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Vegeta carrying her into the house with full intentions of taking her straight to his bed, but stopping to oblige Bulma's plaintive request to visit the bathroom in order to clean up. Vegeta granted her wish somewhat begrudgingly, setting her down with a gentle ease, without loosening his grip on their embrace. He tilted her face upward by nudging his finger under her chin, his hand then straying to her wild blue mane of hair.

"Do not keep me waiting Woman," he said with a sexy growl, brushing his lips with a feather-like sweep across her mouth. There was no threat in his voice, only a hint of the raw untouched storm of desire raging beneath his surface. She sensed his emotions, as if telepath to the savage fury of carnal need. He had never let anyone get this close to him before, this much she knew.

For too long he had held himself in his self-imposed exile, keeping all others at bay with his brazen display of arrogance and pride. But deep in his eyes she read his thoughts so clearly. He wanted her…yes…but he wanted as much for someone to hold him, love him, embrace his heart and never let go.

For reasons unfathomable to Bulma, she was captive to this lonely and tortured soul. He had chosen her to warm his heart and his bed, to love him as completely and unselfishly as she was capable of…"Was she up to the task?"…His eyes questioned.

'Yes,' she told him with a single nod…yes she was…

Bulma cupped his chiseled face into her hands and kissed his mouth with an urgent kiss. "You get naked, I'll be with you in a jiffy."

Another growl from the Prince as she skirted his seeking arms, attempting to pull her back into the enfold of his body.

'No way,' she told him with a shake of her head and she pointed him in the direction of his bedroom.

Entering the bathroom she was dismayed to find her self in disastrous disarray. Her appearance had made her smile though; the Prince had wanted her despite the fact that she looked like Hell.

She took a quick shower, lingering long enough to see if Vegeta would join her for a sudsy romp. Disappointed when he didn't slip into the spray with her, she cut the water and toweled her hair and body dry.

Slipping on her skimpy blue robe she ventured to find the Saiyan Prince, praying that he had not fallen asleep…or worse…abandoned her for the Gravity Room or food…

…And found him desperately struggling out of his designer tuxedo. Bulma had stifled a laugh upon entering the room as she found him in a foul mood. His dark prominent eyebrows furrowed into a deep scowl, he let loose a string of curses at the tiny buttons on the cuffs of his shirtsleeve.

"Don't just stand there gloating Bulma, help me out of this damned thing!" he growled thrusting his arms out expectantly.

Bulma approached him, unbothered by his irritation. In fact she found his frustration appealing. Gone was his usual arrogant buffer zone that kept most sane people at bay, replaced instead with a child-like vulnerability that she couldn't help but find adorable.

"How did you ever dress yourself?" she asked with a giggle. Her slender fingers began to navigate the buttons with natural ease, releasing his wrists from the restrictive material.

Vegeta massaged each appendage as if they had been imprisoned in irons and muttered, "Kakarott assisted me in dressing. I am a warrior unaccustomed to wearing such costumes, apparently the Third Class fool has had such experience."

Bulma slid the suspenders off of Vegeta's broad shoulders letting them hang at his waist and began to slowly undo the tiny buttons on the front of his shirt. The image of Goku standing before the naked Saiyan Prince was shockingly homoerotic. She finished with his shirt and took an appraising step backward. 'Had anything sexual occurred between the two men and if so…how would she feel about intimacy between her long-time friend and her present day lover?'

Vegeta shrugged off his top and took a menacing step towards her. "I'm not gay Bulma…if that is what you're thinking."

Bulma, totally busted by Vegeta's strange mind reading ability, blushed violently. "No…not gay…but definitely gorgeous and irresistible. Who could blame Goku for being as attracted to you as I am?" she asked, flashing him a sultry grin.

"Hnh…" was all Vegeta had to say on the matter. He stood shirtless, his gaze silent but full of scrutiny. 'What was this God-like creature thinking?' Bulma couldn't help but wonder if she had just blown her chance with the moody Prince by questioning his sexuality.

The air was thick with tension, both sexual and temperamental and Bulma suddenly found it very hard to breath. She noticed his gaze had focused on her mouth, which she found odd, as most men seemed to see only her breasts when addressing her.

"You find me attractive then, do you?" he asked with a lusty grin. He flicked his attention back to her eyes and suddenly breathing became impossibility, which was just as well. She did not want to miss one single delicious word spoken by the Prince and by drawing in one deep ragged breath she might do just that. His voice was so low it was almost a whisper. She willed the pounding of her heart to lessen as he spoke again.

"Perhaps it is a shame that I have never taken a male to my bed. I must warn you Bulma; I am not a gentle lover. I have been known in the past to leave even the most accomplished whore a puddled mess. Maybe my strength and desire would have been better suited to a sex life of sodomy. Does that frighten you, my power? I could easily rip you in two if I lost control…" he said quietly, while searching her face.

Bulma smiled and stepped towards him. "I'm not afraid of you Vegeta. Nor am I worried that you will hurt me. What we did in the garden was beautiful beyond words. I've no doubt in my mind that sex with you will be just as wild and wonderful. I just worry that you will grow bored with me once your hunger has been fed. Then I will be a mess; longing for you after you have no use for me anymore."

"No use for you anymore…Woman are you insane?" he asked he with a wry smile. His gaze suddenly filled with intense longing as he reached out to the blue-haired woman before him. The exposure of her insecurities touched him deeply and felt enduringly familiar. They were so much alike…the two of them…how perfect.

"The mere sample I had had of you in the garden tells me that even if I were to ravish you for the rest of your life, it would still not be enough to satisfy me," he told her, his voice betraying rare emotion.

He reached his hands out to untie the thin strap of her robe and Bulma forced herself to resume breathing. The air around them was heavy with arousal and it amplified the sound of the silk falling from her body to the floor.

She stood before him, naked, shivering with the anticipation of his touch. Her nerve endings frayed and screaming for contact of skin on skin.

He made no move towards her, captivated with silent appreciation, "My Gods…you are beautiful," he said with a murmur. The craving in his eyes matched the hunger gnawing at her insides and she closed the distance between them to end the torture.

"I'm going to kiss every inch of you Bulma Briefs and when I am done you will never have reason to doubt yourself or the feelings I have for you," he told her huskily. He then kissed her, long and hard, cupping his hand on the back of her head.

It was the most breath-taking kiss the blue-haired scientist had ever received, scorching in intensity, sweeping her off her feet with weightless delirium.

'How could one such simple action be so completely divine?' she wondered as his mouth and hands took control.

He moved her over to the bed and in no time he was on top of her, naked, grazing her face and neck, liquefying her body and heating it to a wicked boil.

"I've wanted to taste you since Namek," he moaned, trailing his way to her voluptuous mounds. "I didn't understand my feelings at first…wanting you…needing you like this. I tried to fight my attraction to you…by bedding another…but…there's only you…it's always been you, Bulma," he whispered with an obscenely sexy rasp.

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The memory of his hot mouth, the low sensual growl emanating from deep within, his hands melting her body under his very touch was enough to cause Bulma's free hand to travel down to the re-awakened desire between her legs. She dropped her cigarette upon contact and groaned as her fingers relieved the ache caused by the memory of their previous coupling.

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His mouth had found the source of her heat and she soon found he was not only orally eloquent, but gifted as well. She managed to glimpse his royal flame of hair bobbing ferociously between her legs and that was more than the human woman could withstand. She came with an impassioned cry, her toes curling, fingers clenching, eyes rolling back into her head…it was all that she had dreamed about…and more…

And then he was inside of her, even as her internal muscles continued their maniacal convulsions. She screamed for the pure joy of it all.

He took her forcefully, angling her long legs up over his shoulder to allow for the ultimate penetration. His thrusts accelerated by his panting, her cries of pleasure, his groans of approval…

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Bulma's tickling fingers brought her to an explosive climax. She called out the name of her Saiyan lover, just as she had hours before, her head swimming in a myriad of colors all painted in the hue of Vegeta.

"Why that fool ever thought you frigid is beyond me," came a low voice from the shadows. "You are the epitome of all that is sexy in this world and beyond. Oh well," he said as he stepped into the her view, "His loss is definitely my gain."

Vegeta had awoken the moment Bulma had snuck from his bed. What had first been assumed as a quick bathroom trip soon turned into an absence worth investigating.

His curiosity had gotten the better of him. His sex drive was still dominating his senses and he crept off to search for her with every intention of bringing her back into his bed.

Vegeta was ultimately surprised to find the Earthling woman outside, smoking. It was a habit he had never seen her take part in, although her father was never seen without a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

His silent surveillance quickly turned into an erotic peep show as Bulma began to pleasure her self, lost in a fantasy unknown to the Saiyan Prince. He could scarcely believe his eyes and rubbed them hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming. This most delectable creature was giving him a front row seat to an incredible show.

He had never been so turned on in his life.

That she even was horny after the royal pounding he had just given her was fantastic enough, but the mere fact that she cried out his name as she came was more than he could handle. He was only a man after-all.

With a subdued growl he announced his presence, steeping out of the shadows and grinning at the woman's prudent embarrassment.

"Vegeta…" she stuttered, "I thought you were asleep!" She leapt up from the bench seat flushing with all of the modesty she could muster. She clutched the open dress shirt around her swollen chest, as if to hide her arousal.

The Saiyan gave her a lecherous grin, moving towards her with the grace of a panther…a very stimulated panther.

"I enjoyed watching you Woman. You have no reason to be ashamed. You were thinking about me…weren't you?" he asked, knowing full well that she had been.

Her eyes took in his naked form, his rock hard erection jutting forth invitingly. She smiled and released her hold on the shirt and trailed her hands over the exposed flesh.

"I don't know what it is about you Vegeta, you bring out the bad girl in me," she said with a sexy wink.

A snarl from the Prince told her he approved of her "naughty" side and before she knew it she was in his arms, his mouth devouring hers.

"Bulma…you will be the death of me one day," he said with a moan. Holding her soft and supple body tight against his own, he was unaware of how those very words would someday haunt his memory…standing bloody and desperate on a distant battlefield.

They were both sound asleep on the over-stuffed sofa, when the sound of the telephone broke their peaceful slumber. Bulma pulled her self out of Vegeta's warm embrace to answer the insistent ringing.

Vegeta pulled her back into her former sleeping position. "Don't answer it," he advised with a yawn.

They were still very much naked and exhausted from their numerous love making sessions. Bulma was more than happy to oblige, lying in the Saiyan's arms felt amazing and it was a comfort she was not ready to lose.

"It's probably Yamcha," she murmured drowsily.

"Then all the more reason not to answer," replied Vegeta. Bulma couldn't help but giggle. The last thing either of them wanted was further interference from her ex-boyfriend.

She snuggled against him, feeling truly happier than she had ever felt in her entire life. She pressed her face to his chest and was content to doze off again listening to the steady rhythm of Vegeta's heart.

The phone rang again and this time the Saiyan let out a string of curses, none of which painted Yamcha in a very flattering light. Bulma sat up and smiled at the peevish Prince.

"I'd better get that…if I don't answer he might get worried enough to come over looking for me."

Vegeta released her, unhappy to lose the sensation of her velvety skin heating his own. "Get rid of him Bulma," he warned, "If that stupid bastard shows up here…I swear…I'll kill him!"

Bulma nodded with a smile. She knew Vegeta was all bark and no bite, but she agreed that a visit from Yamcha was the last thing she wanted to scar this more than wonderful evening.

Vegeta settled back into the plush cushions of the couch and listened as the blue-haired woman answered the phone. 'It would be amusing,' he decided, 'to listen in as Bulma told the weakling to get lost once and for all.'

He found himself wondering (again) how it was that a woman as unbelievable as Bulma Briefs would ever end up with an idiot like Yamcha. He knew Kakarott had been a mere child when they had first met, but even as a babe the Third Class had to have been stronger than the self-proclaimed "Desert Bandit".

It was true that Bulma possessed an uncanny ability to look past certain faults in order to see the good within people. But …Yamcha? As far as Vegeta was concerned the Earthling fighter had zero redeemable qualities; he was stupid, weak and certainly not good-looking (only he himself was worthy of that description).

Vegeta's musings were cut short as he realized the call was not from the woman's ex-lover, but from her father. And if Vegeta's sensitive hearing gave any indication, the man was as mad as Hell.

The old man was irate over something his daughter had said during the course of her speech. (He gathered this much from Bulma's half of the conversation.) Relieved that for once he was not a named culprit, the Saiyan Prince hoisted his body up from the comfortable crevice of the couch and wandered off to the bathroom.

For once Bulma was glad that Vegeta had little interest in trivial matters such as her family. He had left the room as soon as she addressed her father. She could now hear him showering.

She could also hear her father raising Holy Hell on the other end of the line. He was angry with her, angrier than he had ever been. She didn't blame him. In her quest for Vegeta she had turned a blind eye on her responsibility to the Capsule Corp Company. She had involved her father's life work with a lame-ass warning of the future android invasion.

And in doing so she had inadvertently caused a political uproar. According to her father, he had been besieged with calls from the Government, reporters and had sent the company's publicist to the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Daddy…I'm sorry. I will fix everything, I promise. I made a really stupid mistake and I will take full responsibility for any trouble I caused," she vowed.

Her confession worked it's usual magic. Her father softened his tone and sighed, "Very well Bulma, I will trust you to resolve this. Call the office first thing in the morning and notify my assistant of your plans. Your mother and I will be home at the end of the week."

Bulma let out a sob of relief and finally allowed her tears to flow. She was so glad her father was a good-hearted and forgiving man. She was truly lucky and she made a silent oath to never disappoint her parents again.

"Bulma…is there anything else wrong?" her father asked with concern. His only child was certainly acting strange, even by his standards. Her sudden outburst only added to his worry.

"No…everything is just fine…perfect in fact," she admitted in a shaky voice. "Vegeta and I are now an official couple and I should be floating on cloud nine. Instead I feel like crap for failing you and my duties to Capsule Corp."

The paternal side of Dr Briefs took over, "Don't fret Bulma…I'm sure everything will be as it should in a couple of days," he soothed. "Your mother and I will be home and I will help clear up any loose ends…did you just say what I think you said? You and Vegeta…?" he asked incredulously.

Bulma smiled through her tears and prayed Vegeta would not freak over her indiscretion.

"Yes daddy, Vegeta and I…well…we…are together now."

Dr Briefs cleared his throat, uncomfortable as to where the conversation was leading. "That is great news darling. Now that we have cleared the air I will let you get back to…what-ever it was that you were doing."

Bulma laughed, "Relax, we were just sleeping when you called. I will see you and mom later this week. I love you both."

The elder Briefs reciprocated the sentiment and ended the call. He hung up the phone, staring at it with awestruck consideration. "I'll be damned," he said with a smile.