A/N: The same old score…I do not own any rights to DBZ or the lyrics to any Cure songs…

Chapter Twenty-Four: Asleep For Days (Part I)

Vegeta finished with his shower wandered in search for Bulma. He found her in her lab, of all places, typing away on her computer. He frowned and entered the brightly lit room. He had been hoping to find her tucked away in his bed, ready and waiting for another ride on the "Vegeta Express". Unfortunately the recent call from her father must have precipitated this sudden burst of productivity.

He cleared his throat, so as not to startle her as he made his way over to her desk. "What a job you have. The working hours may be a bitch, but I have to say that I really like the dress code."

Bulma had been hit with sudden inspiration as to how to fix her previous faux pas. She had scrambled into her lab as soon as she hung up with her father and had sat down to work, forgetting that she was bare ass naked at the time of the call.

She smiled at Vegeta, who hadn't bothered to dress after his shower either. "We wouldn't get a single thing done around here if this is how we chose to go about our day," she said as she eyed his perfect form.

Vegeta grabbed her office chair and swiveled it so she faced him, giving him a very pleasant full frontal view of her body. "What makes you think we'll get anything done otherwise?" he asked with a mischievous grin. He leaned down and captured her mouth with a swift kiss, his hands instantly beginning to roam along her soft curves.

Bulma uttered a surprised "eep" and propelled herself around to once again face her computer monitor. She smirked at his outraged growl and began typing once more. "Honestly Vegeta, do you Saiyans ever think about anything else but sex?' she asked. Her fingers began another furious assault on the keyboards, but her attention was elsewhere. She kept Vegeta in her peripheral vision to gage his reaction.

He crossed his arms tightly across his chest and glowered. "For your information we Saiyans are very deep thinkers!"

The blue-haired scientist paused in her typing to shoot Vegeta a look of disbelief.

"Deep thinkers, huh? Do you care to enlighten me?" she asked with a wry smile.

The Saiyan Prince blushed, uncomfortable under the caustic scrutiny of the blue-haired female. "Saiyans are warriors. We live and die for the taste of battle and bloodshed. I am no different from my ancient ancestors or from your precious Kakarott for that matter. The ultimate thrill of victory is what has sustained my people for centuries. That and the taste of a luscious female…" he said turning her chair towards him once more, pulling her up and into his arms in one fluid motion.

"…And you my dear are the most delectable female I have ever had the pleasure of consuming." His mouth was upon hers before any further protest could be vocalized and Bulma found herself accepting his persistent kisses with graceful submission. There was no refusing the man, for she would be only denying her own hollow, infinite need for him.

He moaned as her hands became entangled in his hair, her lips yielding with gentle suction. His hands traveled down to her lushly padded bottom and gripped it tightly as her returned kisses turned feverish by his touch.

There was so much her wanted to tell her…if he had ever been trained in emotion. He would have thanked her for her kindness these past few months and her generosity in giving him a home on this foreign planet. He had no means to communicate his gratitude for her friendship, her reverence, and her love. All that she gave him was changing him…not for the worse, as he had always feared a relationship would…but for the better. He was an improved man for knowing and caring for Bulma Briefs. He had bowed before her feet earlier in the night and would forever be loyal to this woman. This beautiful, succulent creature that even after several couplings was causing his loins to ache with desire.

What was simple pride when your heart was unwillingly (at first) wed to the most fantastic woman on Earth? Vegeta was no fool…he knew from his travels, his years of loneliness and battle…that there was no better place in the Universe, then in the arms of the blue-haired femme fatale.

He removed one of his hands, allowing it to skim her soft skin, moving upward towards her breasts. This action caused her to shiver and to wiggle. Her body moving against his in anticipation of his skilled touch, his hot deep throated kisses making her legs weak, her sex hungry.

Vegeta's hand lingered at the heated junction between Bulma's legs. She was ready for the taking; so eager to be filled, she lifted one long leg to wrap around his waist.

"I want to feel you inside of me," she whispered, as his tongue tasted her neck. His hand moved up to cup a large breast and his mouth moved down to claim it. Her nipples were hard, almost as hard as he was and her soft moans were driving him wild.

He lifted her small form onto a nearby counter, sending tools and training bots crashing to the floor. Neither Vegeta nor Bulma noticed, both driven past the point of distraction by their frenzied lust.

Bulma removed her leg from the waist of the Prince and opened herself wide, inviting Vegeta's entry, her head tilted back, loving the feel of his mouth suckling her breasts. Vegeta loved it too. He moved closer, his erection grazing the inside of her thigh, causing her to buck with desire.

The Saiyan Prince lost track of all time as he caressed the soft, silky velvet of Bulma's skin that he scarcely even noticed when her hand took a hold of his hardened staff and guided it slowly in her moist folds.

Both gasped from the raw jolt of pleasure induced by this act. This sacred unification, as timeless as the Universe itself, was fueled by the raw passion of both beings so different, yet so alike.

The Saiyan Prince began to thrust, his gaze steady upon the beautiful woman he was riding. Her head was again thrown back, her body rocking in rhythm to the pounding pelvic movement, her breasts flailing with every insertion. Bulma's cries of approval echoed throughout the lab as the counter began to savagely bump against the wall, additional debris falling in the attack. Vegeta began a series of self-satisfied grunts, which only added to the musical cacophony of their lovemaking, which ended in a cataclysmic "Big Bang" from the Saiyan Prince's erupting gun.

Vegeta collapsed onto Bulma's plush body, exhausted once more from the intensity of their coupling. The blue-haired goddess wrapped her arms around his still shaking form and ran her fingernails in an exotic pattern along his back.

"I've always wanted to have wild sex in the lab," she said with a complacent sigh. "Yamcha was never this adventurous…his idea of excitement was doing 'it' with the lights on. Vegeta…you are amazing. You have managed to awaken feelings inside of me that I never knew existed." It was true, Bulma had always expressed an interest in "enhancing" her sexual relationship with Yamcha, but he simply lacked imagination. Bulma eventually gave up trying to spice up their love life after several embarrassing and miserable attempts…but with Vegeta…the possibilities were endless.

Vegeta lifted his head, which was becoming progressively heavier with every waking moment and sighed, "Forgive me for not sharing your enthusiasm Woman, but I can't say having my sexuality compared to that of your former loser of a boyfriend ranks high on my list of compliments."

Bulma giggled and pulled him in for a fierce kiss. "There isn't any comparison, my Prince. You are a true master and I'm afraid poor Yamcha is but a mere novice," she whispered as they parted.

"Damn straight," Vegeta muttered as he hoisted himself into a standing position. The kiss had done the trick of refueling his desire for the woman, but he was exhausted. He required a good solid nap before he could have another go with Bulma.

"Speaking of the Weakling, I have devised a plan to get that idiot out of our life once and for all," he stated, watching her pounce down from the counter. Her breasts jiggled attractively with the movement and it did nothing to quell his revitalized arousal. He turned his back to her and willed his tired body to remain dormant.

"This plan doesn't involve death and destruction does it?' she asked suspiciously.

He snorted his response, refusing to turn and look at her.

"Vegeta…you can't just kill him!" she exclaimed circling around his form to face him. Vegeta snorted again and closed his eyes. Bulma wondered what on Earth was wrong with the man. Why was he so unwilling to look at her?

"No, I'm not going to kill him Bulma…although I have to admit the thought is intriguing," he smiled at her gasp. The "old" Vegeta was returning…full-force…and for the first time in ages, he decided that it actually felt pretty damned good to be the Prince of All Saiyans.

He opened his eyes to see her astonished expression and grinned. "Now get me some food Woman!" he said with a growl. "And get dressed while you're at it. How is a man supposed to concentrate with your tits bobbing about?"

Her mouth dropped open, words unable to form in light of his sudden attitude change. Her blue eyes flashed with a hint of anger. "Yes Master!" she drawled, placing her hand on her hip. "What ever you say MASTER!" Her sarcasm was evident and she wheeled around to do his bidding.

Vegeta sighed. This was exactly what he had been trying to avoid in all of his celibate years. Women with attitudes were noting but trouble. "Was this female worth it?" he wondered.

He watched as she stopped momentarily and turned to give him a playful wink and a sexy smile.

"Yeah…she's worth it," he decided with a smile of his own.

It was mid-morning by the time Bulma finally finished "band-aiding" her errors from the night before. She hit the "send" button on the fax machine and sighed with relief as her report was transmitted over the wire to her father. She hoped this would quell the rising panic her speech had caused, but at this point in time she could really care less. Yes, she had screwed up, but now with Vegeta's help, the problem had been resolved.

Vegeta had put the perfect "spin" on her press release and his ideas for future retribution were amazing. She had nearly salivated on the spot, watching him in action as he dictated the precise words to use.

The man was skilled (in more ways than one) and she found herself marveling still at his proficiency and diplomatic artistry. It should not have been such a surprise; the man was royalty, after-all. Had Frieza not intervened, Vegeta would have become King to the most powerful race of warriors the galaxy had ever known.

Bulma sighed for his loss and wondered how he coped with the decimation of his people, while he lived on. It was hard to say how deeply anything affected him, as the Prince would sooner die than admit any weakness such as sadness.

She had praised his acumen over breakfast and he had effortlessly reflected her compliments with an uneasy shrug. "It was what I was born to do," he had told her with a quiet detachment. He had refused to comment further, instead concentrating on the piles of food before him. She had let the subject drop, knowing there was so much more she had yet to learn about the difficult prince.

True, as his lover she had already been privy to a facet of Vegeta's personality she doubted anyone had ever seen before. But there was so much more to the man that she had yet to discover and that included his past life as the Prince of Vegeta-sei and as a brutal soldier under the command of Frieza.

The man was an enigma, but she was stubborn and madly in love with the man. She had no choice but to have patience and hope in time he would trust her enough to share the secrets of his darkened past.

Bulma cast an affectionate glance at the slumbering Saiyan, who had dropped off into a coma-like state after receiving a "reward" for all of his hard work. He had been too tired for intercourse, so she had coquettishly offered to "suck him dry". An offer the Prince of Saiyans did not refuse.

She would join her sexual Lothario as soon as she heard back from her father. She hoped his reaction would be positive, in light that Vegeta had solely devised the idea. Her father's acceptance would give the Saiyan the confidence boost he so desperately needed in his assimilation into Earthling society.

"I'm going through with this plan, even if Daddy doesn't approve," she decided. Showing solidarity with the arrogant prince would prove her loyalty and respect, two things that meant more to Vegeta than life itself.

With him, she knew, actions would always speak louder than words. So regardless of what her father (or her friends) thought, she would continue her allegiance with Vegeta…as it was…there was no place she would rather be.

A persistent ringing broke her quiet train of thought. It was her father calling to give her his endorsement on the proposed outline. He was thrilled by her ingenuity and professionalism.

"Why the sudden interest in charity work?" he asked her. He spoke in regards to her offer to finance a series of free martial arts clinics for the community. Dr. Briefs had been trying to persuade his daughter for years to become involved in out-reach programs with the citizens of West City, but until now she had resisted any participation. He was so proud of her, he thought his heart would burst and he told her as much.

"Thanks daddy, but you should give all of the credit to Vegeta. This was all his idea." Dr. Briefs listened as Bulma explained how Vegeta believed defensive training techniques taught to all of the people of West City, would provide beneficial life-saving skills should the android threat prove to be more severe than expected.

The Saiyan managed to weave this idea with Bulma's earlier speech into a blanket of security for the future. The fact that Yamcha would run the clinic provided the bonus of keeping the fighter occupied and therefore unable to meddle further in their intimate affairs. This proved to be most clever, as Yamcha would not turn down the extra monies involved or the free publicity.

"Well, I must say your Vegeta continues to surprise me," Dr. Briefs admitted with sincerity. "And while we are on the subject of Vegeta…your mother wants to know when she can refer to the boy as her son-in-law?"

Bulma groaned and did a quick check to make sure the Saiyan was still asleep. She would seriously die of embarrassment if he had heard any of this conversation. "Vegeta and I are just friends who…who…enjoy each other's company. So PLEASE tell mom to back off on the wedding plans…OK?" she entreated.

Her father laughed heartily and promised to run interference with her mother. "It won't be easy though, you know how fond she is of Vegeta," he added. Bulma pulled the receiver from her ear and made a face at the phone. It was no secret that the elder Briefs woman lusted after Vegeta almost as much as her daughter did. For Bulma, the thought was more than mildly disturbing.

She talked with her father a few minutes more, touching base on a few more business related aspects and then said good-bye. Disconnecting the call, she released a heavy sigh of relief. It felt like a giant weight had been lifted from her shoulders and she felt wonderful…wonderful and tired. She had but one matter to see to before she could pass out once and for all; she had to call her ex-boyfriend.

Bulma utilized the speed dial to ring Yamcha and almost cried in relief when his voice mail announced that he and Puar were on a sabbatical in the desert. As much as she would have liked to put closure on things, any excuse to not have to rehash their past was welcome. She left an order for a return call and hung up the phone. Satisfied that all bases had been covered, she crawled into bed next to the sleeping Saiyan.

Vegeta's eyes snapped open as she slid into bed. He was a light sleeper; a lifetime of sentry duty and warding off failed assassination attempts had left him cautious especially when defenseless.

"So, what did the old man have to say?" he asked. He knew the answer even before she spoke. Her body language signaled success and relaxation, both signs that her father had accepted their terms.

"He loved your plan…says it will be good for the community and for the company," she said with an exaggerated yawn. "I tried to call Yamcha but he wasn't home. I think he's banging some bimbo in his desert retreat. I told him to call me when he gets back."

Vegeta answered with a rude cough, settling back into a comfortable sleeping position. He didn't care where Yamcha was or what he was doing, just as long as the fool relinquished any further thoughts of interference. He was just closing his eyes to drift back into sleep when Bulma spoke again.

"There is something else you should know…I told my parents about our involvement."

Bulma watched warily for the Saiyan's reaction to the news. She was relieved when he met her gaze with an even stare.

"They would have found our sooner or later," was his response. The heiress breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you agree and for the record, they approve of our coupling. They are really anxious to 'welcome' you into the family." She settled herself onto her back and imagined the multitude of ways they would humiliate her by doing so.

Vegeta heaved himself up on his side so as he could look down upon Bulma. "Your parent's considerations mean little to me. I am solely concerned with resuming my training and screwing you senseless, whether they agree with my actions or not."

Bulma blushed, her eyes widening at the conviction in his voice. "My parents have no control over my personal life, if they did I would have been married to Yamcha long ago," she said softly. She stared into the blackened depths of his eyes, trying to read the swirling mass of emotions within.

"They wanted you to mate with that idiot?" he questioned. "Your parents actually thought him worthy of you?" The idea was so preposterous that any parent would encourage such a disastrous arrangement.

"My parents thought Yamcha would make me happy. I guess that's way they offered to pay him to propose to me," Bulma said lost in memory. Oh yes…her parents had embarrassed her before, to the point of mortification.

"Obviously he didn't accept their offer," Vegeta said with a smirk. "Not that it would have mattered…I would have taken you even if you were wedded to that fool," he whispered as he nibbled on her ear.

Bulma gasped, her body instantly dissolving under the weight of his words and touch. "What would you do if my parents were to bribe you? What if they paid you to stay away from me?"

Vegeta chuckled, indulging his senses with the smell of her arousal. "I would accept their monies…and continue to screw you senseless." He smiled as she laughed, her body instantly molding with his.

"You are such a bad man, Prince Vegeta," she panted. She caught his mouth in an urgent kiss, which fused into an adventurous carnival of erotomania. Vegeta untangled his tongue from the woman's mouth long enough to murmur, "You haven't seen nothing yet."

Yamcha called two days later, eager to hear Bulma's voice and to be assured of her well-being. Luckily for the Desert Bandit, his call came during a down period for the amorous couple. They had been engaging in a non-stop sex-a-thon, which had ended that very morning with both parties returning to their usual routines.

Bulma was at work in the lab when her cell phone trilled and she was pleased to find her ex-boyfriend on the calling end. "Yamcha, how are you?" she asked pleasantly. There was nothing that could bring Bulma down from her cloud nine, not even Yamcha's usual negativity concerning Vegeta.

"I'm fine Bulma, but I should be the one asking you. I'm not the one after-all, who is living with an assassin," he spat. Immediately the Earthling fighter felt regret at his tone. He had promised himself that he would remain cordial with his ex, but the memory of Bulma choosing the Saiyan over himself made his heart sting. Even two days in seclusion, nursing his broken heart hadn't eased the pain.

Bulma chose to ignore the comment. She was so blissfully sated; nothing Yamcha said would ruin her cheerful state. "Yamcha, I am really glad you called. I have a proposition for you. Can you meet me for dinner tonight?"

Yamcha's spirit soared. Proposition…he liked the sound of this and the fact that Bulma was springing for dinner was also a good sign. "You name the place and time Babe. You know I'll be there!" he told her in his most "rico suave" voice.

As luck would have it, Bulma was far too distracted with watching Vegeta on the video screen to notice the expectation in her former boyfriend's delivery. She named off a restaurant and given time and signed off. The conversation barely registered, so transfixed was she in watching the bulging biceps and graceful moves of her lover.

Yamcha hung up, pumping his arm victoriously. "Hot damn!" he shouted, drawing the attention of Puar, who hovered curiously by his side. "Bulma wants me back!" He grabbed the little blue cat and gave her a celebratory squeeze. "I knew she would call when she got bored with Vegeta, but I never expected it to happen so soon!"

Puar squirmed out of his grasp and trilled happily for her master. The little shape-shifter was glad to see Yamcha's spirits lifted, although she wondered if his assumption was correct. She didn't want him to get his hopes up too high as she feared his ego could not handle another blow so soon. But she floated happily as he dug through his wardrobe and helped in pick out the "perfect" outfit…just in case.