Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the character appearing in the manga or television show. Nor am I making any profit off of this story.

Author's Notes: Oh man, I'm really sorry for the huge delay. Work has been running me ragged, and I've spent most of my spare time lately trying to get ready for university. Speaking of University, holy crap, I leave on the 28th! And as much as I hate to say it, I think the next chapter will probably take even longer to come out. To tell the truth, along with having little time to write, I'm not quite sure where I'm going now with PF, so I'm gonna need some thinking time…

And by the way, there may be several little mistakes (the kind spellcheckers don't catch) because when I got the beta back, something messed up and I got squares instead of letters…so I had to go on what she said, and I may not have fixed all the mistakes she pointed out (and there were a lot, since I was in a hurry!!)

*Special thanks to silversun101 for beta-ing*

19: When this trailer's a rockin', don't come a knockin'

Bulma's eyes narrowed and she set her jaw, determined to stand her ground. "No" she said flatly, refusing to allow him to run again.

"Excuse me?" Vegeta hissed, stepping closer in an attempt to intimidate her.

"I said no; I'm not leaving Vegeta." Bulma straightened her back, lifting her chin defiantly.

"You intend to defy me?" He laughed lightly, drawing himself up as every muscle in his body tightened visibly.

"Yes I do," she gulped, unable to keep her eyes from darting to the impressive show of his musculature, "and I'm not letting you get out of it again."

"It? And just what am I getting out of, little human?"

"A relationship" Bulma spat, annoyed by his mocking attitude, "with me."

"A relationship, is it?" He sounded amused, but then his eyes narrowed and he leant toward her, his face mere inches from her face. His voice dropped dangerously low. "Last time I checked, I did not attempt to get out of anything. In fact, I distinctly remember being forced out of it."

"That's a damn lie and you know it!"

"Oh, is it?"

"Yes, Vegeta, that's an outright lie. I seem to remember a little incident at a certain someone's apartment, where that certain someone freaked and severed all contact!" She shot back, her voice rising as the retort went on. Vegeta seemed taken aback and she paused in her tirade for a moment to watch the changing expressions on his face. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but shut it immediately when he noticed her intense scrutiny. Her eyes, piercing blue, were fixed onto his face, boring holes into his skull, and for the first time in his life, he found himself absolutely unable to speak. "What are you so afraid of?" Her voice had grown soft, as had her gaze, but still, he felt unable to say a word.

Afraid? The Saiyan no Ouji was fearless…wasn't he? Yes! He was! What gave her the right to say such a thing? Weak little human hypocrite! Why, she cowered at the sight of a spider! The Saiyan no Ouji was fearless…no…no he was not.

"I know you've lived through some pretty bad stuff…" Her gaze finally dropped to the floor, to the window, anywhere but his eyes, "and I'm not pretending to know exactly what happened to make you this way…but I know…I know…" she faltered, and Vegeta finally found his voice.

"What do you know, little Human?" He snarled, "Spit it out already then! Tell me what you know about me! Tell me how I should feel, how I should think, how I should act!" His voice rose and rose, till he was nearly yelling at her, "Tell me what it is that you know and I don't!"

"I…" she was stunned by the force in his voice, but stood her ground, once again staring him straight in the eye. "I know it's different now Vegeta…I know you're different, and I know that whatever happened in the past is exactly that; in the past!"

"You are wrong, Bulma." Vegeta turned away, his voice once again soft and sad. "It is with me forever."

"But…"

"No, I can't forget!" He spat, knowing instantly what she was going to suggest. "It is something constantly in the back of my mind an it will never leave me!"

"It doesn't have to be like that Vegeta… I know you won't forget," she paused, "but you have to know that it doesn't have to be like it was before."

Vegeta found himself standing still as Bulma stepped closer, reaching up to lay one hand, so delicate, on his bicep. Oh, how he wanted to take her in his arms at that moment! The yearning within him had grown so strong since that night at his apartment. It was getting so very hard to control himself.

"Let me help you," Bulma whispered, her hand moving up to cup his cheek, ever so gently pulling his head toward her own. She felt his body stiffen as their lips met, but he responded to her kiss just the same. Very lightly, she nibbled at his bottom lip, and shivered at his moan. Daring to take another lead, she took his hand and placed it upon her hip, before running her fingers up his arm to clutch at one broad shoulder.

Vegeta's fingers tightened around her soft flesh, squeezing gentle, while his other hand reached around her waist, subtly pulling her body closer to his own. He flattened his palm against her back, sliding it upward to press her chest tighter against his, feeling her soft breasts mold against his muscles. He grew bolder with his mouth, opening it to hers as their tongues danced together. Her kiss was like fine wine, lulling him into blissful drunkenness.

"Damn it, where the hell are those two?" Max groused, glancing at his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes. "They were supposed to be here half an hour ago!" He stamped his foot, raising a cloud of fine dust from the ground of the forest set.

"Last I saw, Bulma was planning on heading over to Vegeta's trailer to practice lines with him." Ray supplied calmly, as he sipped from a cup of coffee.

"Well, I'm going over there right now, to straighten things out!"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea Max." Ray cautioned.

"And why not?"

"One of the cameramen said he heard yelling from in there. Sounds like the two of them had a little fight, and you know what Vegeta's like when he's angry. Word is, Bulma's a little hellfire too, when she's mad about something. I wouldn't want to get in the middle of those two, or try and force them to work with one another if they're at each other's throats." He drained his coffee mug, "It might just be best to let it slide and just film the scene in the morning, after they've had a chance to cool down. Even with the whole Delaney thing, we're still ahead of schedule. One day won't matter in the end."

"I guess you're right…" Max sighed resignedly, "but if those two plan on making a habit of ditching work over their little hissy fits, you can bet there'll be Hell to pay." He nodded in affirmation of his statement, puffing up his chest as he did so.  "Yep, Hell to pay."

"Of course, Max."

"Don't you start getting all sassy on me too, Ray. The last thing I need here is a mutiny."

Vegeta blinked, wide eyed in shock, as Bulma pushed him backward onto the bed, quickly climbing on top of him before he had a chance to react. Her lips pushed hard against his own, her tongue diving into his mouth as her fingers tangled in his hair. She straddled his chest, leaning over his face as they kissed. One hand reached back behind her and began tugging at his shirt, pulling it from its neat place, tucked into his pants.

He could easily have pushed her off, if he so desired, but truth be told, he found her aggressive behavior rather interesting, and was quite curious to see exactly what she had in mind. He sat up after she had freed his shirt from his pants, and allowed her to pull it off of him before being pushed back down onto the bed.

"I feel a little bad, Bruce," Caleb signed, stroking the other man's hair. "I mean, I just sort of abandoned Bulma at the set the other night. I mean, she didn't really know anybody…and then she had to deal with Max all by herself…"

"He can be pretty pushy…" Bruce agreed, "but Bulma's a tough girl, she can handle herself. And besides, she told you to go." He smiled, good ole' Bulma! And to think, he had once been jealous, thinking that she and Caleb were dating.

"Yeah, I guess you're right…But I still should've gone with her today…I mean, first day of filming…it's got to be tough. And especially with the Vegeta situation like it is…"

Vegeta clenched his teeth together, trying to hold back a groan as Bulma pushed ground her pelvis downward against his. She held his wrists down against his sides so he couldn't grab at her, again, a hold he could have easily broken, yet her attempt at dominance was rather appealing to him. She wanted him and it was her intention to take him.

There was nothing one sided about the coupling that was to come. She was actively pursuing sexual activity, and not merely permitting it.

Bulma pushed her hips downward again, rubbing herself against his growing erection. She could feel the hard length, straining against the material of his pants, and her nipples grew hard at the knowledge of his arousal. She took his captive hands, bringing them up to cup her breasts as she continued to writhe against him. She guided him through squeezing and teasing, and when she left him to his own devices, was quite pleased to find that he was intent on getting her shirt off. She lifted her arms, never stopping the motion of her hips, and allowed him to pull the top up and over her head. Vegeta had sat up in the process, and now one arm had gone around her waist, pulling her tighter against him, as the other kneaded and fondled one breast.

He kissed her fiercely, his passion heightening as he took in her soft moans of pleasure. Her other breast was his next target, and he descended like a hawk to catch one straining, silk covered nipple in his mouth. The hand around her waist slid up to fumble with the clasp of her bra…how had the damn things worked? He had seen in a million times on those late night movies, but damned if he could get it open himself!

With a growl, he tore the flimsy garment from her body, delighting in the surprised squeak she emitted. "Vegeta, that was expensooooooohhhhh…"she broke off into a moan he flicked the bare bud with his tongue, before sucking it into his hot mouth. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, squeezing and scratching, while the tempo of her hips increased, rocking their bodies together in just the right places.

Her motions, her sounds, her scent, everything was driving him mad! She was so vibrant and lively and wanton, he couldn't stand it! He had never been with a woman like her before, and the sensation was driving him wild, making him want her more and more with each passing second. He had never thought it could be like this; so passionate…so…mutual! It was amazing! He felt more satisfaction drawing one little moan from her lips than he had ever gotten from the whole act with anyone before.

One of her hand slipped down from his shoulder to swipe over his nipple, plucking at it with her fingers. Vegeta started as the pleasant sensation rippled through his flesh, causing the little bud to harden. Bulma pushed him down again, so that he was lying on his back, and leant over him. Her tongue flicked out over his nipple and she let out a sultry little giggle as he sucked in his breath. He had never before been touched in the manner that she was touching him, almost as if she were exploring his body, mapping his every contour and committing it to memory.

She excited him, enthralled him, and captured him with her being; she made him want her more than anything he had ever desired before and her little play at dominance only made his need for her greater.

Her tongue tickled its way down his belly, under the waist of his pants as far as it could reach. Her hands followed, rubbing and caressing their way down between his legs, over the bulge in his jeans. He hissed at her teasing nature, but did his best to lie still, allowing her to do as she pleased to him. It was too interesting a game to stop, and he was curious to see what she would do to him. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her warm tongue, gliding over his flesh, but started at the feeling of his pants loosening. He craned his neck, looking down over his body to see that she had undone his button and was in the process of pulling down his zipper.

"Lay back, relax." Bulma whispered, smiling wickedly up at him as she eased the material down over his hips. "Close your eyes, just feel." Her hand slid over him, cupping him through his boxers, gently squeezing. He tried to do as she had said, but was unable to sit and relax when she began pulling his boxers down, over his legs. Almost timidly, he watched as she put her hand around his bare manhood, ever so slowly pumping up and down.

"Bulma…" he hissed, his breathing rapid and shallow.

"Vegeta…" she chided gently, "didn't I say to lie down and relax?"

"Just how am I supposed to do that?" He asked. His voice had grown rough with passion, and his husky words only resulted in a tighter grip around his shaft, and a tongue swirling around it's head. He gasped at the feeling of her warm breath over him and flopped back, his eyes squeezing shut with the effort to control himself.

"That's a good boy," Bulma teased, then flicked at the tip of him with her tongue, before taking him into her mouth. Vegeta's hips jerked, and he opened his mouth, unable to contain the low moan that escaped as she began to bob her head up and down. When she felt his muscles begin to tense, she let go, delighting in the agonized look on his face. She had cut him off just before release.

She kneeled over him, bringing his hands to the fly of her own pants, guiding them through the motions of undressing her. Vegeta obediently pulled them off of her, eager to have her naked with him. Her scent, stronger now that she was nude, was intoxicating, and Vegeta felt himself growing fuzzy, as if he had consumed a little too much alcohol. He reached for her, and she allowed him to sit her atop of his body.

Raising herself over him, she guided the tip of him into her, then gently eased herself down around him. She sat for a moment, panting lightly at the intense pleasure of his thickness within her. Bulma rocked her hips forward, eliciting a groan from the Saiyan beneath her, before beginning a slow vertical motion. She placed her hands on his chest, balancing herself as she quickened her pace; up and down, up and down, so much pleasure! She let out a soft cry as Vegeta's hands grasped her hips, his arms pumping to aid her movement. He brought her down harder, faster on himself, groaning at the heightened sensation.

Vegeta bucked his hips up against Bulma's as he watched her breasts bounce in time with their heated rhythm. They were so full and ripe, so enthralling! He sat up and pressed her body into his, feeling the soft mounds push into his chest, her pert little nipples tickling his skin. His hands shifted to cup her bottom, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he pulled her down around him.

Sam, a young stagehand, stared at Vegeta's trailer door, as a red-hot blush consumed his cheeks. From the earlier yelling, everyone had assumed that Bulma and Vegeta were involved in a heated argument, but there was no doubt to Sam that if it had been a fight, it had morphed into something entirely different, and had become no less heated.

He gulped, unsure of what to do. He had been sent personally by Max to summon the two 'stars' and though he didn't want to lose his chance at recognition by the higher ups, there was a definite reluctance to break up whatever was taking place in Vegeta's trailer. He heard the squeaking springs, he heard the moans, the ooohs, and ahhhs and 'oh, right there's, and he knew that it would not be a good idea to break things up…but what to tell Max? The truth was an option, but he feared the dark actor too much to go about spreading the story of hot sex between costars. Luckily, the decision would not be left up to him.

"Where the hell have you been?" Max yelled, coming up behind the young man. "I sent you to find Bulma and Vegeta over twenty minutes ago!" It was then that he noticed the sounds coming from within the trailer, and he too, felt the heat spread across his cheeks. "Oh…I see." And the two stood together, puzzling out the sticky situation, all the while staring at the trailer door.

Bulma arched and screamed as she came, sending Vegeta into a quick frenzy of pumping that led to his release moments later. Panting, they collapsed against each other, sweaty and sated. Bulma eased herself up, sliding Vegeta out of her, before lying on the bed beside him. She snuggled up to him, resting a hand on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, still pumping wildly, even as his breathing was returning to normal.

Vegeta shifted to pull her closer into him, craving the closeness that had never before come after sex. He wrapped his arm around her body, not quite sure of what to do or say. It was an awkward moment for him, but at the same time, he had never felt so comfortable before. She felt good to hold, he decided, and didn't plan on releasing her any time soon. There was an irresistible urge within him to just lay and hold her, and though he had fought tooth and nail to suppress the many other urges he had had concerning the little woman…this one was worth giving in to.

Bulma settled her body against Vegeta's, making herself comfortable within his grasp. They were both sweaty and hot as hell, but somehow the heat didn't bother her. In fact, the parts of her that were not touching him felt almost unbearably cold. She shivered, and he drew her closer.

"So I think maybe we should leave them be." Max said finally, still not taking his eyes off the door. The noises from inside had ceased.

"Yeah…probably." Sam replied with a nod. He too, could not take his eyes off the door.

"There you are!" Ray, the casting director, came up behind the two stunned men. "Everyone over at the set is getting really impatient! Are Bulma and Vegeta in there? Why haven't you gotten them yet?" He asked, striding toward the trailer door. "You two are acting awfully strange, you know that?" He raised his hand to knock at the door.

"NO, don't!" Max shouted, but it was too late. Ray's hand connected with the door, in a resounding pound that, it seemed to Sam, would deafen him.

"Oh, we are so dead…" The stagehand sighed. It was just not his lucky day.

Again, sorry for the shortness and extreme delay, but I really hope you enjoyed this chapter anyway!

Mp3 of the Day: Samantha Fox "I Only Wanna Be With You." Or as my friends and I call it, "The Clamato Song".