DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters from it.

A/N - This is a Vegeta/Bulma AU get together! This is supposed to be slightly humorous, so please don't flame me complaining that Vegeta is out of character because I know he's out of character - I wrote him that way!

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#1. Crush

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I would die for you

I would die for you

I've been dying just to feel you by my side, to know that you're mine

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Vegeta watched Bulma through heated narrowed eyes as she made him breakfast. His gaze followed her around the kitchen like a hungry predator and occasionally a muscle jumped in his arm as though he were imagining grabbing her and forcing her to acknowledge the attraction between them.

Did she know how sexy she looked in that nightgown? Vegeta wondered idly as she smoothed it down over her thighs. It wasn't fair! He knew she did this to torture him. It was typical of women like her - women that liked to tease! Here he was, Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans, staying on this mud ball of a planet so he could train to beat some androids, and did she say thank you?

Of course she didn't! She just had continual fights with her baka boyfriend and went shopping with her mother. Admittedly she did ague with him a lot, that was fun, but the fights never went anywhere like Vegeta hoped they would. No matter how angry he managed to get her she never let out that anger in, say, a sudden onslaught of passion.

Vegeta grinned as Bulma bent to pick something off the floor, and her nightgown rode high up her thighs again. She straightened and turned around, smiled smugly as she caught him looking at her, then gave him a flirtatious look from beneath her lashes as she turned back to cooking him breakfast.

Oh yeah, she wanted him.

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I would cry for you

I would cry for you

I will wash away your pain with all my tears, I'm drowning on fear

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Should he make his move now? Vegeta grimaced to himself as he considered her possible reactions. He'd been putting off asking the woman how she felt about him for weeks now. He knew she wanted him - she'd be mad not to - he just wasn't sure how he'd feel if it turned out she didn't want him at all. Rejection wasn't something he'd ever had to deal with when he'd been conquering planets.

Bulma laid two plates of food down in front of him and inadvertently flashed her ample cleavage. Vegeta grinned again; he'd like to conquer her planets!

"Vegeta! Stop staring at me, and eat your breakfast! I didn't spend hours slaving away on a hot stove so you could peeve on me!" Bulma berated him testily. She glared at him and made a show of banging around the pots as she dished out more food.

Vegeta ate slowly, enjoying her obvious frustration. She was so beautiful, so unique and sexy! He had to have her; he'd die if he didn't!

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I will pray for you

I will pray for you,

I will sell my soul for something pure and true, someone like you

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Vegeta wondered how the woman could look so young and pure to him even though he knew she'd been with several men since Yamcha had dumped her. He knew she wasn't a blushing virgin, and yet she still looked as yummy as ever to him - it was madness to feel like this about a female.

How could he resist her when she flaunted herself in front of him? Vegeta stood up and slowly crept up behind Bulma, licking his lips in anticipation as he grabbed her waist and brought her body back against his, barely able to curb his natural instinct to place a love bit on the back of her neck.

"Vegeta what are you doing?" Bulma sounded short of breath - from fear or lust Vegeta wasn't sure and didn't really care; both emotions were a turn on. "'Geta?" She sounded unsure as she turned around to face him.

"Hush woman," Vegeta ordered. He could hear her heart thundering in her chest, and he smirked as he kissed her neck. She moaned softly, and Vegeta felt some of the tension leave her body.

He'd been waiting for this moment ever since he'd seen the woman on Namek. She had been so gorgeous that if Krillen hadn't been there he'd probably have taken her there and then. No, he wouldn't think like that, he wasn't a murderous plundering bastard any more, well, not really.

Bulma moaned louder as Vegeta's hands crept down and pulled her lower body into contact with his obvious erection. "Tell me woman, do you want this?" Vegeta licked the bite mark he had put on her neck, and she shivered.

"Good Kami I want this!" Bulma breathlessly whispered. Her hands traced over his muscled arms, and she tugged his unbuttoned pink 'Bad Man' shirt off, letting it flutter to the floor behind Vegeta.

"Why do you want me?" Vegeta questioned as kissed her again and backed her up against one of the kitchen cabinets, trapping her between his arms. "What do I have that you need?" He nuzzled her neck.

"You're…" Bulma gasped and pulled his face away form her neck. She looked at him with hungry eyes, and Vegeta saw something dark and animal like slit through them. "You're bad, I want something bad!" Bulma placed her hands on his chest and traced the curve of his pectoral muscles.

"I can be as bad as you like," Vegeta growled, smirking as he lifted her off the ground and kissed her forcefully. Bulma wrapped her legs around his and hungrily kissed him, arching against him as he carried her to his bedroom.

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See your face every place that I walk in

Hear your voice every time that I'm talkin'

You will believe in me, and I will never be ignored

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Vegeta dropped Bulma onto the bed and pulled off his white muscle shirt with a distinct lack of finesse. Bulma almost coyly waited on the bed panting slightly, her sexy black nightdress pulling tight against her breasts with every breath she took.

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat," Bulma purred, pulling him onto the bed and straddling his waist. "I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time. You should have come onto me sooner." Bulma leant down and kissed him hungrily.

"I know, but I liked seeing you squirm while you waited for me to make my move, it was very entertaining," Vegeta laughed huskily and gripped Bulma's small waist, surprised to find that the feel of her body through the silk of her nightdress was incredibly sexy.

"You like entertaining?" Bulma chuckled. "How 'bout this for entertaining." Vegeta let go of Bulma's waist as she slowly pulled her nightdress over her head, letting it drift to the floor beside the bed. She shook out her unruly locks of aqua hair and swayed above him, moving in time to music he couldn't hear, but music to which he could definitely feel the beat to.

Vegeta sat up and pulled her in close against him, letting his hands slowly drift up her body, lingering on her full breasts before moving to her back to press her in hard against him. "Tell me you want me," he ordered against her mouth, gently kissing her as his hands kneaded into her back. "Tell me you need me."

"I want you, I need you," Bulma moaned as she raked her nails down his back, reveling in the hiss of pleasure that came from Vegeta as she did so.

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I will burn for you

Feel pain for you

I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart, and tear it apart

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"Tell me you want me Vegeta," Bulma countered, kissing his chest. She licked and gently bit every inch of his muscled skin as she ground herself against him erotically. "Tell me you need me too," she whispered hoarsely.

"I want you woman. From the first moment I saw you I wanted you." Vegeta looked at her, unashamed of his attraction. "You're the sexiest creature I've ever laid eyes on. You were wasted on that weakling boyfriend of yours, you deserve a real man." He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, pleased when Bulma shivered with pleasure.

"Are you a real man?" Bulma whispered against his lips, loving the wicked feeling that came from lying with Vegeta.

"As much a man as you're a woman." Vegeta laid back and looked up at his woman through heavy lidded eyes. "You're a bad girl on the inside aren't you?" he asked as she dug her nails into his chest like a cat.

"As bad as they come, I just hide it well." Bulma's voice was low and husky. "Is this what you want?" She undid the drawstring on his pants and made a pleased sound with what she saw. "Do you want a bad girl to play with tonight?"

"I want more then that woman." Vegeta watched her as she undressed him, his tone surprisingly serious. "I want you to be completely mine forever." He caught her eyes with his and smirked. "I never want to let another male touch you."

"Forever's a long time." Bulma told him as she slowly pulled off her panties and threw them to some forsaken corner of the room. She pouted down at him. "Sure you won't get bored?"

"With you?" Vegeta laughed and rolled on top of Bulma, trapping his tiny mate beneath him. "Not damned likely," he growled and kissed her hungrily.

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I will lie for you

Beg and steal for you

I will crawl on hands and knees until you see, you're just like me

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Vegeta watched Bulma as she slept, tired from the daylong bedroom activities. Outside the sun had long since set, and the stars were now up. He decided that Bulma looked more mysterious by night, more dangerous somehow.

Bulma stirred and opened eyes that were a blazing cobalt blue in the shadows of the room. She wrapped her arms around him and slipped him a lazy smile. "Do you know that Chichi once told me that you and I were so alike we were either going to end up killing each other or fucking each other," Bulma chuckled. "I guess we found out which."

Vegeta smirked in the darkness and kissed her with passion-swollen lips. "Well I always knew which one I was going to do to you." He smirked as he caught the bemused expression that crossed her face.

"Very sure of yourself aren't you?" Bulma caught his face in her hands and looked into his endless ebony eyes.

"Of course, I'm the Prince of all Saiyans." Vegeta smirked even harder as Bulma giggled and pulled him down besides her, crawling on top of him with intent.

"Yeah, hail to the prince alright," she praised as she kissed him sexily.

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Violate all the love that I'm missin'

Throw away all the pain that I'm livin'

You will believe in me, and I can never be ignored

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The next morning Vegeta dressed and decided to let an exhausted Bulma sleep off the past day and night's rigorous activities. He paused by the bed and sat down on it, running his hand through her soft, fine hair appreciatively.

She shifted in her sleep, and he saw the mark on her neck that branded her as his woman - his mate and only his. A bite mark on the neck was the Saiyan equivalent of a human wedding ring, and Vegeta felt a small surge of pride that he'd caught himself such a beautiful and talented mate.

She was the only one he cared about, the only one he wanted. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, nothing he wouldn't be. He'd always be there for her now, and whether or not the words were said he cared for her.

She was his number one crush.

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I would die for you

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THE END

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