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Moshi Moshi!

I originally began to write this story for Adimra’s contest but my computer lost it when I first started writing it so I gave up on it. But I found it recently and so I finished it. ~: ) This is story is trying to prove the point that what Vegeta and Bulma had in the beginning, like Mirai Trunks said, a lust thing.

Beware, this becomes a major lemon, to my terms, and so if you don’t like such stories, please leave.

Song: Even & Jaron - Crazy For This Girl

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Many worlds had died in his hands. Pain equals pleasure in his little sadistic game. He had no morals, no rules, no shame, conscience. Love was not on his agenda, nor were emotions or feelings. Just give him an immortal, eternal life of battle and you might see a spark of happiness flash in his impassive eyes. He was a cold, dark prince deprived of emotion. He knew only of fight, knew only of win. He trained incessantly from dawn to dusk whether he was tired or not. He punched and kicked constantly whether hurt or healed. He threw his ki blasts against the chamber and watched them glint as they bounced against the metal walls. He dodged them with his cat-like movements and breathed heavily. Raising his head slowly he stared lustfully out the small window. There she was like a goddess walking like the norm. She didn’t belong there, her beauty contrasted with the world. He stared at her intently through his little window and sighed as he soon remembered that he had no time to think such thoughts. Taking one last glance at her beauty he turned back to his training. He had to overpass a third class Saiyan, to him, his life depended on it.

His body glistened in sweat as he stepped out of the chamber. The moonlight reflected from his beads of sweat gave him the appearance of an angel though one look at his eyes and you would know he was far from that. He stalked slowly into the house each step rattling the enormous Capsule Corporation. There she was again. Bulma… Her beauty was just so amazing! His eyes stared at her sleek body staring adamantly at her shoulder length hair. Oh kami how he wished to run his hands through her hair, or hold her face by his as he would lay a passionate kiss upon her rosy lips. How he wish to feel her against his body, moaning his name over in ecstasy. "Is something wrong Vegeta?"

His train of thought was broken. How long had he been staring at her? How long had he been entrance by her beauty? Witchcraft… Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her as she looked at him obliviously with her ocean blue eyes. "Nothing is wrong woman."

She placed her delicate hands on her slender hips. She pursed her lips swallowing any insult that she was willing to spit at him. "Well it sure looks like something is wrong." She poked him in the chest with her soft index finger, though he wasn’t even jostled by it.

"Errrrrrrrrrr. Nothing is wrong! I’m just hungry! There better be food when I come out of the shower!" He brushed past her. *I had better start being more inconspicuous when I watch her. *Besides, I shouldn’t even look at her any ways. Stupid baka.*

Stumbling up the stairs he breathed a sigh of relief. How lucky he was to escape her intoxicating presence. If he wasn’t more careful he would have been there with his mouth gaping open. He stripped from his training attire and turned on the shower as if washing off all the feelings he had for Bulma he scrubbed himself thoroughly. He needed help, lots of help. He was becoming more attracted to the earthling each moment and if he didn’t stop it, he might… He might do something he would regret. He closed his eyes as the water poured down on his body. He had no time to worry about this woman. No time to show emotion towards her, or comfort her, or kiss her, or feel her under him… NO! He had one goal, one ambition to succeed in. All he wanted to do was become stronger, invincible. All he needed in life was to have bright golden hair, turquoise eyes and a countless power level! He needed nothing more but to gain the strength of a super saiyan! Anything that was off that topic was off of his list. He had no time to deal with these feelings he gained each time her looked at her, or each time he passed by her. She was a mere distraction that he would deal with once becoming a super saiyan.

The water stopped as he turned the faucet off. Wrapping a towel around his waist he placed his two strong hands against the base of the sink and stared blankly into the mirror. He was once a majestic prince, feared by his people; his power was unbelievable! What happened? Where did that fear go? Even the woman didn’t fear him. *I’m becoming weak.* His onyx eyes seemed older than he really was. His whole life story replayed in them if you just took the time to stare deeply into them. He closed his eyes and bowed his head in false defeat. But he would never let anyone stare into his eyes so intently that they might catch a glimpse of the dejected prince. Not even the woman. She would never have to chance to stare into his eyes as intently as he stared at her. Never.

His mind wandered back to the time that the gravity chamber exploded and she had helped him despite him telling her he needed no one to help him. How she stayed by his bed waiting for him to wake up. How he stared at her wondering why she had stayed with him. *Didn’t she know I could kill her if I wanted to? Why does she even care? Why would she even care?* He sighed as he splashed cold water against his face.

He opened the door to his room and sat on his bed, still in his towel. He barely spent any time in his room. A door lead straight into Bulma’s room, but that door remained locked. He glanced at the door with bored interest. He could wander into her room whenever he wished, but he didn’t. He could sneak into her bed and seduce her. Dive deep into her luscious body and spill himself within her, but he didn’t. *I’m turning into a hentai.* He discontinued his wishful thinking and walked over to his dresser. Pulling out a gray shirt and khaki pants he walked towards his window. There they were, irises; they were Bulma’s favorite flower. They were all over the house. In her bedroom, in the kitchen, living room, dining room, there was even one in his room. He grunted as he walked over to the vase that contained one iris. He lifted his finger to touch it almost frightened that it might fall apart if he laid his finger on it. He brushed it against its petals, his hand intertwined with the flower. Its beauty did not belong in the prince’s cold room. His hand slowly closed on the flower crushing it slowly, killing it softly. He released the iris watching it limp over the vase. Brushing his hand of the flower’s residue he opened the door and went down for his dinner.

His eyes kept wandering from his food to her face. How she slowly picked at her food sometimes giving a few of her opinions to her family, but never a word to Vegeta. *Like I care, she has an annoying voice any ways.* He ate quickly yet without mess. His hunger, though, was far from satisfied. He hungered for something that food could not give him. He hungered for her. *Ugh, I’m spending way too much time around her.* He could not concentrate on his dinner his thoughts continuously wandered to Bulma. The many ways he could hold her, kiss her, show her he felt something for her… The many ways he could make love to her. Thinking how grand it would be to sink his sharp teeth into her bare neck drawing blood and claiming her as his mate. He stuffed a bowl of rice into his mouth. How he wanted her to hunger for him only. He slammed the bowl against the table trying to stop his disgusting thoughts. Bulma jumped and stared at him, a flame of anger flashing in her eyes. "Why did you do that Vegeta?"

He stared at her strongly, too fierce for comfort. Dropping his eyes from her own he stared at the floor and smirked, "Did what?" He stared back up at her with an evil glint.

He was trying to get her angry, to watch her yell and rant at him. She was beautiful when she bitched at him. Her eyes flashing before his, her cheeks gaining a red hue from the blood that rushed to her face. "Why did you slam the bowl onto the table?!"

Her screech echoed in the dome shaped home. Her mother and father looked at each other and shook their heads before they silently excused themselves and left to do whatever they had to do. Vegeta smirked again catching her eyes in his own. "Because the food sucked," he spoke bluntly.

She gave a soft growl beneath her breath, "Well I’m sooooooo sorry that it wasn’t to your liking!"

Vegeta just kept his smirk on his face, "Well you should be."

She pounded her hand against the counter, "Damn it Vegeta! Why can’t you just be civil once in a while!"

He titled his head to right and narrowed his eyes at her, "I’m not the one being uncivil."

Bulma placed her hands on her hips, "And what are you trying to imply there?"

He bared his teeth at her, "Just that you act like an animal."

Bulma was just about to pounce on the prince. Why did he always do this to her? Did he like watching her get furious??? "An animal??? How do I act like an ANIMAL?!"

Vegeta shrugged as he stared at Bulma. *Now to have some fun.* "Well first by the way you walk. Haven’t you ever heard of walking more lady-like? And what about your voice? Your cry reminds me of these little annoying bird we had on Vegetasei that we would kill for sport." He snickered as he saw her face turn red and her eyes water up. She looked utterly pitiful. His heart was bending in sadness for her, telling Vegeta he should stop but he couldn’t, she might see that he actually cared for her.

Bulma tried to smile despite her apparent sadness, "At least I’m not a forgotten prince."

Vegeta tilted his head hiding his shocked emotion, "What do you mean by that, woman?"

She giggled immorally, "I mean that at least I don’t go around flaunting a princely title for a planet that had long ago perished." She watched his smirk falter, "At least I don’t have to try to overpass someone that is supposed to be weaker than me or try to seem better than something you know you’re not."

His smirk fell, his eyes fell, his face fell. *How dare she… How dare she say such crap.* "Bitch. At least I don’t go giving my heart to someone then take it back because he ended up being something you didn’t want. At least I don’t cry over every little thing. I may be a prince of a dead planet but I still have my pride. Why don’t you?"

He watched her tighten her fists at her side. He watched a tear fall lightly from her face. She walked up to Vegeta only inches away. Vegeta’s breathing became tight at how close she was with him. Their eyes locked and for a moment Vegeta almost wanted to kiss her, then she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. Though it did little to faze him, it was enough to shock him. How could she do such thing to a prince! He placed his hand onto his cheek feeling soft tingles where her petty hand hit. His eyes narrowed at her as she stood defiantly before him, "Bitch," he sneered.

She said nothing, did nothing, just stood before him. Back straight, shoulders high, her lips slightly pursed. Weeping was out of the question, all she wanted to do was kill him, a slow agonizing death preferably. "I… I don’t believe… I hate you so much." Blunt as it was it pained him to hear her announce her hatred for him. Hurt him to hear that someone, someone that he possibly cared for, could hate him. Was it possible that he hid his true emotions so well she thought he only felt disgust for her?

He stepped up closer to her, his eyes remained narrowed and a smirk that hid his emotions graced his face. Her faint shivering was apparent to him as he was so close to her that he could almost feel her breath on him. It was quick, only momentarily that sadness became plastered on his face. Sadness too great and powerful for him to understand that he turned away from the woman and turned his back to her. He heard her breathe a sigh, a sigh a relief. Had she felt anything more, anything more of that single moment was beyond him. He stared blankly at his hands as he saw them quiver before him. He growled as he turned back around to face Bulma. To face her and perhaps tell her that he felt something that he could not understand but when he turned around to tell her, she was gone.

He was slowly losing his mind. Slowly losing any rational thought he had once had before. He plopped himself down into a chair at the kitchen table. Burying his face into his muscled hands he sighed heavily. What he would give to spend just one night with her. One night to prove how much he… he loved her. It was some odd love-hate relationship that neither of them understood. Or perhaps he just didn’t understand it. And something he refused to believe was that she could not even know how much he actually cared for her. He growled beneath his breath, he was crazy about her. There was ABSOLUTELY no doubt whatsoever. He raised his head and stared lustfully out the window. To spend one night with her, perhaps that would fill that empty space in his heart. *Tonight.* He stood up from the table and walked to his bedroom. He needed to think.

He paced—had been pacing. He couldn’t think about any thing else but her. He tried to do some pushups, tried to do some sit-ups. He could nothing! No rational thought, no clear mind. He needed… He needed her. He needed to be with her, in her. He desperately needed to hear her cry his name in ecstasy and feel her nails scratch along his back. He wanted to feel her heavy horse breath in his ears as he would take her time after time. Oh what he would give to taste that sweet salt of her skin, to see her arch her back at his every touch and kiss on his very lips. He wanted to hear her beg him to stop his pleasureful adventure and listen to her moan as his hands would roam freely over her damp body. He shook his head in mid pace. *I can’t handle this any longer.* He stared down at his throbbing straining member in his suit. He wasn’t sure what to do any more.

She breathed slow and softly in her sleep. Her steady breaths put a trance on the peeping Vegeta. His own breath got stuck in his throat as he watched her sleep. The door shut softly with a small click as he stood in the darkness of her room. He felt sick. He felt so confused and so angry with himself for allowing his sexual yearnings to take the better of him. Everything was so quiet that his own heartbeat pounded in his head. He slowly made his way to her bed. She groaned softly as the bed creaked under his body, but nothing more. He sighed. Tracing her with his eyes he stared lustfully at her. His member straining in his pants his breathing hardened. *Kami… What is wrong with me?*

He finally reached out with for her trailing his index finger along her spine. She arched her back towards him as a seductive shiver slithered down her body but she still slept. Vegeta sighed again. He drew his finger along her jawbone feeling her soft skin beneath his own. His thumb came over her lips tracing their outline wondering, dreaming about how it would be like to place his lips on them. His hand fell upon her collarbone and as his hand caressed it he heard her faint giggle under his ticklish touch. Then her breasts. Those full mounds on her body making it hard to resist. He licked his lips as his hand came upon it feeling it within his own hand squeezing it to tantalize it some. His thumb rubbed her nipple hardening its sensitive skin. He listened to her breathing quicken as his hands wandered over her body. Along her thigh as he felt his heat and her heat mix. His touch burning trails along her body. He finally stopped his traveling as he moved back up to her blue, blue hair. Her hair that had enticed him to run his fingers through it finally caught his own hand. He was slowly going mad. He needed her to feel him in her. He needed to tell him that she wanted him. He rolled her slowly onto her back and brushed his lips against hers.

Her eyelids fluttered as she felt his lips brush against hers. She felt his hot tongue slither into her mouth playfully licking her mouth and everything within it. She gasped slightly as she felt him bite her lip before pulling himself off of her staring down at her with a passionate gaze. She shook her head slightly afraid to even lift her arms. His arms were on either side of her in a false embrace as he held himself above her. His breathing was heavy as he stared deeply into her azure eyes. Bulma just stare at him. *Had he liked me all this time?* Her heart raced as she tried to think rationally or at least for a reasonable explanation. "Ve… V… Vegeta?" she finally stuttered out of her mouth.

He didn’t answer her for the first time. She braced herself for some rude comment, but none came. He just stared at her propping himself above her. "Vegeta… Why," she swallowed, "Why are you in here?"

He closed his eyes for a moment, those once black emotionless eyes, and opened them back to stare at her. With that same glint in his eyes that any man would give a woman that they loved so. "I…" He turned away from her. He hmphed slightly and picked himself off of her and lied next to her.

Bulma turned over to her side to face Vegeta. *Why didn’t he just leave? Oh, this is so hurting my head.* She sighed as she stared at him, tracing, sweeping her eyes over his muscular body. His arms, his chest, she smiled, his throbbing manhood. She reached over with her hand and traced his jawbone as he traced hers listening to his air getting caught in his throat. She stifled a giggle as she stopped at his lips. His eyes closed as he tried to regain his composure but he felt her place her hand over his heart. She sat up feeling it beat under her touch. "So," she mused, "You do have a heart."

His eyes flickered upon her statement as he grabbed her hand, his intention to pull it off of his heart. But instead… He sat up with her holding his hand to her heart. Her feeble hand being softly crushed beneath his. He looked down. *This was how Saiyans bonded…* he thought sadly. He looked back up at her staring at her shocked face. His restricted manhood kept hardening as he stared at her. He couldn’t wait; he couldn’t keep prolonging it. He leaned forward and caught her lips with his unlocking his hand with hers in order to place them on her back and run them through her hair. Vegeta lowered her onto the bed finally getting fully on top of her. He ran his tongue along her lips, along her teeth, then entangled it with her own. He raised her hands above her head intertwining their fingers with one another. Their kisses locked and unlocked numerous times as he finally moved to her neck.

He kissed lightly and sucked listening to her quicken breathing. *Finally,* he thought. He bared his teeth and then sunk his teeth into her neck hearing her scream and groan in pain. He felt her muscles tense as she tightened her hold on his hands squirming helplessly from under his form waiting for the pain to subside. He sighed as he lapped the blood from her neck finally sure that she was his, forever.

She whimpered as he removed his lips from her neck and then himself from on her but in after a few moments he returned bare and rid of all his clothes. His cold skin melted on hers as he worked on her clothes. Her tight spaghetti strap shirt was snug on her and being the impatient type ripped it quickly from her body listening to a small yelp he received from her when the material was dropped from her body. He reached down to the hem of her pajama pants and pulled them down and off along with her panties and stared down at her. Oh kami, she was the most lovely thing he had ever laid eyes on. His lust for her became great as he allowed his impassive eyes engulf the site of her. He leaned back on her hearing her moan in pleasure arching her body against his in hopes of him pleasuring her before she too went out of her mind.

He kissed her again gasping each time her stopped then moved down her body. Her chin… Her collar bone… Her chest… He lowered himself more to her belly button listening to her laugh as her fingers entangled themselves in his spiky Saiyan hair. He looked up as he reached her intimate spot. He thrusted his tongue inside of her nibbling as he went. Gaining gasps from her he slurped and blew and licked at her hungrily awaiting her juices to overflow his waiting mouth. He thirsted for her and finally she released herself as she groaned and pulled at the sheets in sheer rapture. He smirked as he lifted his head back up to hers to kiss her once more. She licked at his lips tasting herself upon his lips. She smiled, "My turn."

She pushed him down onto the bed on his back as she crawled on top of him straddling him in a seductive manner. She leaned forward and kissed him feeling his hands caress her sides as she trailed her kisses over his sleek chest and past his stomach and finally to his long awaiting member. She smiled as she placed the tip in her mouth sucking on it rubbing her hands along its side. She heard him purr as she took in his length until it was completely inside of her mouth. Slowly she drug her mouth over it her teeth sometimes grazing his tip listening to him trying to suppress his moans and groans. "Onna…" he gasped.

She didn’t stop but continued to suck voraciously. "Woman, please, I think…"

Bulma could feel his cum about to burst and she sucked one last time before removing her mouth. She licked her lips as she stared down at the closed-eyed Vegeta. He opened them slowly realizing she was not allowing him to release. He growled as he grabbed her and threw her on the bed crawling on top of her forcing his body to meld with hers. Bulma groaned as she was pressed against him feeling his hands roam along her sides. He captured her mouth in his and used his knee to spread her legs. Their breathing quickened as he deepened the kiss and thrusted completely into her. He paused for a moment listening to her heartbeat and stared into her eyes. She closed them and instinctively wound her legs around him and urged him silently to continue.

The thrusts were fast, deep, hard, the way she liked it. It wasn’t how Yamchua did it. It was clumsy and fumbled but this was more pleasing, pleasurefilled. Her nails scratched along his back as he continued to pull himself in and out of her diving deep within her tasting the salt of her skin. Nothing had filled her so completely and put her in such a state of oblivion. Vegeta couldn’t think straight, colors danced around him as he thought only of pleasing her and himself without significantly wounding his mate. Their gasps mixed with one another as he continued to push himself further and further to the edge. Bulma held tightly onto him as if her own life depended on it. She groaned at the crook of his neck begging for him to stop or to go quicker. Her mind spun as she thought about how much pleasure Vegeta was giving to her. She tried to match his pace but he was so fast she ended up only having to try and go faster. He pounded in and out of her, the sound of their bodies hitting, their groans mixing, and the bed creaking filled her room. Time did not exist at these final moments while their heart felt as though they were about to leap from their chest. "Vegeta!" screamed Bulma as she finally climaxed, her juices coating his length. Vegeta did nothing but thrust one last time then growled as he spilt himself inside of her. Their hot liquids swirling with one another and finally, they fell onto the bed.

They tried to slow down their breathing as Vegeta pulled her closer to him. She moaned as she felt him brush himself against her and tightly wrapped his arms around her. The room became silent once more and the only sounds that echoed in the capsule corp. room was their breathing and their heartbeats. The only light that peered in through the window was the dimness of the moon and flickering of the stars. The time was unknown but both knew neither was going to wake up soon. He held her possessively against the sheets and bed. She curled against the Saiyan as she felt him kiss her shoulder then rest his chin on her head. *Had he liked me… The whole time?* she wondered as her eyes slowly began to feel too heavy to hold open any longer. Her body finally relaxed as she fell asleep. Her breathing normalized as she fell into her peaceful sleep. Vegeta stared down at her sleeping form once more, his finger tracing the bite mark left on her neck. He smirked. He could almost feel the small ki radiating from her womb. She would be his always.

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Well, this was my first MAJOR lemon, as in, one I actually tried to write nicely. How’d I do? I hope you liked it. I think it turned out pretty good. Heeheehee

~*~Laura~*~