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Here are a few Japanese words I use in the story:
Vegeta no Ouji: Prince Vegeta
Vegeta Sama: polite way to address a person
Saiyajin no Ouji: Prince of the Saiyans
Baka: idiot/stupid
Onna: woman
Kami: God

Bulma rubbed sleep off her bleary eyes as she walked into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. She went to sleep fairly late the night before, wanting to finish the blue prints of her latest invention she was going to present to the board of Directors this morning. She tried to focus her gaze and looked for the dress she had left hanging over one of the dining room chairs last night for the servo-bots to iron before her meeting but she couldn't seem to find it anywhere.

"Where the hell is it? I could have sworn I left it on this chair," Bulma muttered to herself. Hearing the beep of the coffee maker her mother walked into the kitchen and helped herself to a cup.

"Hi Mom, do you know where my new dress is? I need it for the presentation, and I am already running late as it is!"

"Oh good morning dear!" her mother said taking a seat at the table, slowly sipping her coffee. "I tell you, you just wouldn't believe how strong that handsome man is, he..."

"Mom, stop this nonsense! I'm not in the mood to hear about him. I was asking you about my dress!" she said sharply, cutting her mother off.

"Well honey, I was just getting to that. I was saying that Vegeta showed me his incredible strength this morning. He made that ball of blue fire at the end of his finger and poof something in the dining room was gone!" Bulma couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mother's mouth.

"What did you say," Bulma asked her mother, her voice barely a whisper.

"That man is a true Prince. He really is husband material! You should think about it," Mrs. Briefs said with the biggest smile on her face. The blond hair brained giggled, obviously delighted with the morning events. She picked up her coffee and left her stunned daughter in kitchen alone.

Bulma couldn't believe her ears or her mother!

"That fucking bastard, I can't believe him!" she said through gritted teeth. "Vegeta! Come here right fucking now!" She screamed so loudly that her voice broke. Bulma crossed her arms and waited for the monkey to greet her with his presence. After about a minute of waiting Vegeta slowly walked into the kitchen; donned in his workout gear, wearing a smirk on his face.

"What the fuck do you want, onna? I could have gone deaf with all your screeching!" he said mimicking her stance, crossing his arms.

"What the hell did you that for, you ungrateful bastard?" Bulma said throwing her arms up in the air.

Vegeta chuckled internally; this was going to be so much fun. What a good way to start his day? He enjoyed nothing more that to infuriate the blue haired harpy.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Vegeta smugly said. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to begin my morning training."

"I'm talking about my dress! The dress my mother told me you incinerated this morning! How dare you destroy my things? I have an important meeting this morning and I need to be perfect…"

"Ha, you mean the rag cloth that was sitting in MY chair?"

"Excuse me? You're chair? Don't forget you are nothing more than a guest here, you stupid monkey!" Bulma yelled.

"Do not talk to me that way, woman. If I were you, I would watch your tone; I could very well blast you into oblivion right now, like I did that thing you call a 'dress'."

He stood menacingly before her but she was too furious to let herself be afraid of him in that moment.

"Don't you care about anything besides yourself? I gave you a bed to sleep in, enough food to feed a small country, and the best training equipment you could wish for! Will it kill you to show a little respect?" Bulma asked, knowing good and well he would never be able to show anyone respect. It was a loss cause.

"Why would I care? You are nothing more than a mere servant woman! I owe you weaklings no respect!" Vegeta said.

Those words cut Bulma deeply and she couldn't help but see red.

"I am NOT your servant; maybe you haven't figured this out yet but you are the Prince of NO ONE. Your people are dead and nobody cares about you. Even your own father didn't give a shit about you. Hell, he even gave his own son to Frieza. I am not surprised you don't know what respect is, you Saiyans are just retarded space monkeys!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta's face. It felt good to be expressing the bottled up feelings she had kept cooped up for months.

Vegeta looked like he was going to throttle her through the wall; his hands were trembling with rage wanting to reach for her neck.

"You dumb bitch, you don't know anything," he snarled as he walked out the door and shut it violently after him.

Oh no, Bulma thought to herself. She dropped to her knees, shaking.

"Kami, how could I have been so cruel?" she said out loud sigh with a whimpered breath. It is not as though he hadn't seen it coming. He ruined her dress for Kami's sake.

The truth was that she really did hate herself for saying those hurtful words to him. The flash of hurt that appeared in his eyes couldn't have been missed, even if it only lasted for a split second.

"He is right after all. I really am a mean bitch; I don't even know him that well. Who am I to judge," Bulma said softly to herself. Realization slapped her in the face. She couldn't really fathom what it was like to lose everything you have ever known; to be the Prince of a planet that doesn't exist anymore. Vegeta was basically all alone in the world. How could she say all those hurtful things to him? Though, Bulma did wonder why he had been hurt by her words today. When they have yelled at each other in the past he never really paid any attention to what she said then. He must actually experience feelings. Just like every other living being with a conscience; even if they are buried deep underneath that cold hard attitude of his. Feeling like Bulma had a mental breakthrough with the Prince of all Saiyans she stood with high hopes. She was going to have to find a way to make it up to him. But what? With newly found resolve, the blue haired woman left for her lab to gather her supplies for the board meeting.

"There is certainly a way to get to him I just have to find the right one..." she said muttering under her breath.

Later that same day, the Saiyajiin no Ouji was taking a shower, trying to wash the filth of his training and the thoughts that were plaguing his mind since the argument with the woman this morning. Vegeta wiped a hand down his face trying not to let his mind become empowered by the stupid onna's words. He had already spent way too much of his time replaying the incident. It was bullshit. He shook his head.

Not that I care anyway. Why does she have to be so infuriating all the time, those beautiful blue eyes blazing with anger...What the fuck? Beautiful? I am really losing my mind on this mud ball of a planet! Vegeta thought quietly to himself. I will not entertain such thoughts toward that baka. Besides, it is time she learned her place. I will not tolerate her way of speaking to me; she should be kneeling before my royal self. Not barking orders.

Feeling he was adequately washed he stepped out and started toweling himself dry when he suddenly sensed her insignificant ki entering his private quarters; stopping just before the bathroom door. Vegeta hastily wrapped a dry towel around his narrow waist; his muscular chest still dripping with water and opened the door.

And there she was, kneeling before him, in a skimpy, see-through nightgown, leaving very little to the imagination.

"Onna" he roared. "What... you" He stared at the woman, at loss of words for the first time since landing on this blasted planet; his brain unable to form coherent thoughts as his eyes drank every inch of her in.

Bulma look up from the floor and locked eyes with him.

"Vegeta Sama, I'm not here to apologize because I know you would be too proud to accept it but just so you know I do regret my words earlier." And with that, she reached for his towel and snatched it from him.

The naked prince stood frozen, unable to react, let alone speak as she scooted forward to close the distance and began to run her nose along his now semi erect virility.

Taking in his strong masculine scent Bulma showered him with little kisses until she reached the tip of his head and started licking it. She slowly wrapped a soft hand around his fully erect member. A groan escaped the strong man as she engulfed him in her warm mouth.

"Onna, just what . . . do you think . . . you are doing? I . . . have to train," Vegeta said in between strokes. He was dumbfounded. Vegeta was sure she hated him; but now here she was giving herself to a mass murderer. The blue haired minx released him for a second.

"For once just allow yourself to keep your mind off training," she said rolling her eyes, as she caressed his hard member slowly.

A smirk appeared on the prince's face. He had to admit he admired the guts she had. No one has ever taken him by surprise like this; and he was thoroughly enjoying it. After gathering his jagged thoughts he spoke.

"I will allow you to stay in my presence tonight, but it will only be for the night, do not expect anything else," he said looking into her eyes.

"I wouldn't ask for anything else, Vegeta no Ouji," coyly replied Bulma.

Even thought Vegeta loved every minute of the pleasure he had slight feeling the woman was playing him. He had to take control again.

"If we are going to do this, we are doing it on my terms. I am the one in charge here and don't you forget it! Get up; being on your knees does not suit you, onna."

Bulma wondered if he was aware he had, in fact, just paid her a compliment but said nothing as she slowly stood up.

For a brief moment, Vegeta considered what to do next. He had never been in this situation before and he never would he have thought she would voluntarily place herself in such a position of weakness in front of him. But was it really weakness when this little woman had the guts to stand up to him? She wasn't even afraid of him when she was very well aware that he could end her life in a blink of an eye. The woman was strong, he had to give her that, but he would never tell her. For now, Vegeta just decided he would make the most of it, after all, the onna was gorgeous and willing; and this night might just be what he needed to get rid of the distraction that stands on his way to ascend as a super saiyajiin. Having his thoughts in place Vegeta grabbed her by the arm and with a flick of his wrist, he threw her flying onto the bed, face first in the mattress.

"Ouch, you jerk, you could have hurt me!" Bulma cried. She shivered as a chill crept up her spin when she heard him getting closer to the bed. Feeling trapped by his predatory behavior; Bulma started to ask herself if this was really a good idea. She never had felt so defenseless. She was almost naked with the most dangerous being of the universe. How stupid was she?

"Starting to have second thoughts, are we?" chuckled the Prince while eyeing the woman spread out on his bed. He couldn't read her thoughts but he could read her facial expressions and they were telling him that she was regretting ever stepping foot into his living quarters.

"No. I'm not," Bulma said boldly. She was now anticipating his next move while hoping he would be gentle and not harm her. Ha, Vegeta, gentle? Who am I kidding? She thought to herself. I just hope he has enough self control so that he won't hurt me... much.

Suddenly, he pounced on her, ripping the piece of cloth she was wearing and the black lacy thong, leaving her spread out on the bed in all her naked glory. He slowly leaned over her body and lightly chuckled in her ear.

"What am I going to do with you now?" His soft seductive voice sent chills all over her body making her want him. Bulma was tempted to grab his arms but refrained, not wanting to push herself.

Vegeta knelt between her now bare legs, making her whole body convulse with need. Bulma took a sharp intake of breath when she felt his tongue tracing a path from her stomach to her legs, yelping when he suddenly but not too gently bit her left inner thigh.

"Relax, woman, I won't hurt you, much" he said. Vegeta grabbed her ass firmly with his hands, lowered his face, and started licking her wet folds. He continued nibbling and lightly biting her clit until she was writhing beneath him. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, savoring her taste when her orgasm hit her like a forceful wave.

Bulma did not have a chance to recover from the mind blowing experience when Vegeta abruptly stopped and towered between her spread legs. She looked in his dark eyes that were now not as empty as they used to be, expressing lust and a hint of something else, whatever it was. Bulma took in the frame of the man before her, sheer force emanating from the warrior. Her eyes roamed over his massive body until her eyes landed on the now fully engorged member between his legs, she gasped.

"Do you like what you see, onna?" Vegeta said with a smirk of confidence on his face.

"Y-es . . ." she gulped staring at his massive virility. "I'm just not sure if . . ." her voice trailed off. She wasn't sure how to tell him she wasn't sure if it would fit.

Understanding what the woman was trying to express Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"Surely you have done this before, woman?"

"Of course, I have," Bulma said sitting up, feeling slightly appalled.

"Well I fail to see where the problem is, unless you are too weak to be with a saiyajin male," he taunted her.

"I am not that weak, you stupid monkey ass!"Bulma backfired, angered at his cocky words. She will be damned if she was turning down a challenge like this, especially now that she had an opportunity to prove herself to him. Despite her slight apprehension, she now realized how much she desired this man and she must admit that there was nothing more she wanted than close the distance between them and let him ravish her.

Vegeta stared hard and long in her eyes and what he saw gave away what he was looking for.

"Then you will take it and you will like it."And with his final words, she felt herself stretched to the maximum as he entered her tightness in a swift movement with a satisfied grunt. He gave her a minute to let her adjust to his girth then slid his hands behind her and grabbed her ass, pounding into her at a rough pace.

Soon the burning sensation subsided and she felt like dying from the pleasure brought on by his shaft, rubbing her insides in all the right places. She pulled her arms around his torso, savoring his closeness and his scent, his thrusts matching her own. She even heard herself moaning his name. His movements became erratic as he spilled his release in her womb, feeling her walls contracting at the same time sending her over the edge. After his breathing became normal again Vegeta rose up from her and looked into her eyes to secretly reassure himself he hadn't been to rough with her.

"Wow, that was...something else," Bulma said slightly dazed.

"You did well, woman, now sleep, you will need your strength later," he said as he rolled onto the bed beside her. Vegeta was surprised that she had withstood his punishing blows. He was even more surprised at the reaction he received from her. The women he had been with in the past had all went running away in pain after he was through with them.

Bulma thought that she was now ruined for any other man, by the way Vegeta made her feel tonight. He was such a domineering male, so intense and she loved it. Bulma knew that one night with him would never be enough. But she knew it would be just a onetime thing and that fact would be a hard one to accept. For know she was glad he didn't send her back to her room she didn't want to leave his presence just yet. Bulma slowly turned over and caught a glimpse of the Price of all Saiyans laying coolly next to her his chest rising and falling evenly. Bulma was amazed he tolerated her presence enough to sleep next to her. Comforted by that thought, she reached down for the comforter, snuggled closer to his warm body, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The morning sun found them tangled in a mess of limbs; Vegeta was snoring lightly as Bulma slowly woke, surprised as she took in her surroundings. She gasped silently as she realized she was still next to the sleeping Vegeta. The events of the previous night slowly crept back into her mind. She blushed as she tried to remove herself from the naked Sayajiin's sleeping form when an iron grip on her forearm stopped her.

"Where are you going, onna? Now is not the time to rise. I am not finished with you yet." He pulled her back to bed next to him and covered her with his body.

This is my first fic, please be gentle and drop me a ligne to tell me what you think. The second chapter should in up in 2 weeks. A big thank you to my Beta VegetaXxXInuyasha. She is awesome and you should go read her story , Razorblade Romance, it's amazing !