Here you go, the second and last part of my little fic. Sorry it took me so long to update, I didn't have Internet. Please leave a review and let me know what you think; it will help me become a better writer :)

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Vegeta Sei: planet Vegeta

Bulma was lying curled up on her bed recalling the night with her and Vegeta. She couldn't believe three weeks had passed since that glorious night. While they were laying in a tangled mess that next morning Bulma's mother came up to investigate to why her saiyan guest hadn't shown up for breakfast. She tried very hard not to dwell at the mortifying event that had taken place but she, nonetheless, felt herself becoming red in the face at the memory of her mother's expression when she opened Vegeta's door to find her daughter in bed, naked, with her guest. To say that the moment had been embarrassing was an understatement. So since that night, the two most stubborn beings in the entire universe went out of their way to avoid each other, keeping any words they exchange to the absolute minimum. Bulma started to spend all of her time in Capsule Corp headquarters and the rest in her lab, pretending she was too busy to even share meals with her parents.

Vegeta kept up his routine, eating, sleeping, and training day in and day out as nothing had ever happened between them. Save that he didn't bother her every five minutes with absurd requests, which was so unlike before.

Since then, life at Capsule Corp has become dull for Bulma. She tried to go on with her life but she had to admit she did a poor job at it. Lately when she glanced at a mirror it reflected a tired and pale face with purple bags under the eyes. More often than not, she felt like smacking herself for what she has done with the Prince. How could she have been so stupid as to think she had found a way to reach out to him? Bulma thought that her being submissive to him would open him up. She couldn't have been more wrong. Vegeta avoided Bulma like the plague. Hell, she could be dead and he wouldn't even notice the difference. The realization of that made Bulma confused. She didn't know if she was mad at that fact or if it made her sad. It was very clear she meant nothing to him. Sure the sex had been great; who was she kidding? It was the most amazing, mind blowing, sweaty raw sex she had ever had but he hadn't even kissed her once; barely even touched her. I was just a mindless fuck, Bulma thought to herself. She felt sick and dirty to think about how he used her but if she had to be completely honest with herself, she couldn't blame him. It was her that made a move on him not Vegeta. He never lied to her from the beginning about how he felt about her. She had offered herself to him. What did she really expect from him? That he would come around and be a nice sweet guy? He made his intention clear that night and never promised her anything. Even though he didn't hurt her during their magical time together, the fact that he could have had given Bulma false hope. Quite the contrary, she thoroughly enjoyed herself the night and she figured he did too. Bulma huffed, she knew she only had herself to blame but she couldn't help but stay bitter.

"Well what is done is done; I won't dwell on that bastard anymore!"

In the mean time, Vegeta was trying his hardest to keep up appearances and pretend to be immune to the blue haired woman. He had hoped he would be able to fuck her out of his system so he could start concentrating again on his primal goal and focus on his training but he could hardly stop thinking about her. The woman's hair, her body, even her scent stayed stuck in the forefront of his mind. But most importantly remained the interrogation as to why? Why did she come to him? Why would she behave like that? She must have been somewhat attracted to him but he always treated her like the dirt on his boots and yet she didn't despise him and more she wasn't afraid of him. She had proven that again and again. The mighty warrior had to admit he respected the woman for that. Indeed, very few didn't fear him, hell, even Nappa had been afraid his Prince would kill him one day. Vegeta rarely saw Bulma for she was always hiding in her lab but he couldn't help but to stare at her discreetly whenever it was possible. His mind silently screaming questions at her that needed to be answered. The fire that once lit her eyes had been extinguished. The shining blue orbs were now dull and lifeless. The woman he grew to silently appreciate her feistiness; she was now only a shadow of herself. He hated himself for making her suffer and he hated himself more for even caring about her. He kept replaying their night together and felt regret for his actions; a feeling he never experienced before and he wanted to hate her for it; but deep down he knew he never could. He should have refused her; he should have banished her from his room, because now the situation had become complicated. It was eating at him and he couldn't stand it. He was a man of action, not a fool on a pity party. If he did not lie to himself, he wouldn't have to admit he couldn't reject her. It had felt good to be regarded as a man for once and not the soulless monster everyone saw. It warmed his stone cold heart to see the feelings Bulma held for him twirling in her eyes during their night of passion. Now Vegeta knew he would have to treat her differently if she came onto him again. After all, she was not some cheap whore he can toss aside the moment he was finished with her. He cringed when he realized that was exactly what he had done to her. Vegeta was torn. He knew she was the closest thing to a Sayian jiin female he could ever find and now that he had actually admitted everything to himself he wanted her, and he feared he had ruined his chances with her. He knew she would never place herself in that kind of situation again. She held too much pride for that, and his own pride would not allow him to apologize but maybe explaining. Yes, explain, that, Vegeta knew he could do, he would just need to find a way to approach her.

Bulma came home from work that evening, encapsulated her sport car, and headed inside to her room. She kicked off her sandals and decided to take a warm bath. For once, she wasn't in the mood to sulk in her lab. Instead, she decided she would spend some time relaxing in a bath and then end the night with a good book she had wanted to finish for ages.

After her nice bath Bulma was well onto her book when she heard a gruff voice outside her bedroom door.

"Woman! The gravity room has broken down. Come take care of it at once!" Vegeta commanded from the other side.

Bulma felt her heart stop at the sound of his voice then after his words soaked in and she realized he wanted her to repair the chamber she started to fume.

"That arrogant jerk! How dare he order me around at this time of night," she griped as she slammed her book shut and slid on her bedroom shoes. She stomped towards the door and once she opened it she was stopped dead in her tracks. Bulma figured that Vegeta would be down at the gravity room when he heard her coming but when she opened the door she stood face to face with the Prince. She locked eyes with him for the first time since their last physical encounter. Her heart raced. Bulma wished she could read his expressionless face. Vegeta turned and headed downstairs and Bulma followed him in silence.

Once they entered the chamber Bulma decided to break the uncomfortable silence.

"So, what's the problem?" she asked putting her hands on her hips.

Vegeta gestured toward the control panel.

"The gravity won't engage."

"Alright, I'll take a look at it," Bulma huffed and walked over towards the panel. She turned her back to him and started investigating; looking for what could have caused the break down. After a short while Bulma found the problem. She examined the wire that had a break. Oddly enough it looked as if it had been cut. She shrugged and began working fast; ready to get the hell out of there. Once she was finished she took step back, only to find herself backing against Vegeta who had come much closer to her while she was working. She turned around, narrowed her eyes at him.

"There I fixed it, now go back to what you do best and let me go!" she spat at him.

Vegeta took a step closer, forcing her to back against the control panel. He put one arm on each side of her, effectively pinning her with his massive body. He smirked at her.

"And here I thought you were a genius, I am beginning to think you are lacking in the brains department," he said with a cool voice.

Offended, Bulma opened her mouth to yell at him but found herself shushed by one of Vegeta's digits. He leaned onto her and whisper in her ear.

"Now woman, I know you know I did it on purpose..."

Bulma gasped to his words, becoming dazed with the feeling of his muscular bare torso pressed against her chest; all her fighting spirit evaporating when she looked in his eyes. Never taking his eyes of her, Vegeta licked her lips. Too stunned to react, Bulma opened her mouth a little to grant him entrance and soon felt his tongue massaging hers slowly. Under the sensations he created, she felt herself becoming weak in the knees. He embraced her in his strong arms to support her weight. She let herself get lost in the kiss and responded by wrapping her legs around his strong shoulders, her hands tugging at his hair. He held her flushed against him with one hand while the other started to roam freely at her curves, this time taking his time to caress her. When he took one of her nipple his mouth through the thin cloth of her night shirt, she couldn't take it anymore and breathlessly begged him to take her. Vegeta complied, discarding his shorts on the floor and ripped her panties off her at the same time. He lifted her up so her legs were tightly wrapped around his narrow waist. Vegeta pulled up her long night shirt and bunched it around her hips; then proceeded to impale her with his length, inch by excruciating inch, until he was fully inside her. Once he was in all the way he didn't move, just smirked at her.

"Damn it, Vegeta, start moving or I'll-"

"Or what, woman? You'll hurt me?" He chuckled darkly as he started to move inside her. Soon, the only sounds heard in the gravitation room were their ragged breathes and slaps of their bodies meeting together.

"Bulma," rasped Vegeta in her ear as he was sent over the edge. Hearing him actually call her by name made her follow suit. After he expelled his seed in her Vegeta rested his forehead against hers and sighed, feeling content for the first time in years; but at the same time he was a bit apprehensive of the necessary talk that was to come. He tensed and slowly detangled himself from her warmth.

As he backed away from her Bulma mistook his actions for rejection and she was instantly mad at herself for her weakness. To think she almost fell for the lie of his embrace, his almost tender gestures during their coupling yet again. Here he was walking away from her. She was starting to feel the tightness around her heart, crushing her in a sorrowful grip. Fighting herself very hard not to show her weakness, she decided to be strong; she would have the whole day to cry, but for now she would be strong. She would not give him the satisfaction knowing his rejection brought her to tears.

"Well I can see this was obviously a mistake that won't be repeated and for once, I agree with you. I can't even imagine how stupid I am to fall for your stupid plan twice!" she yelled at his back. Feeling satisfied at her rant she grabbed her broken underwear off the floor and headed to the door.

"Foolish woman," he chuckled and grabbed her by the shoulders to prevent her from leaving. "I indeed made you come here for some reason but that was before I got sidetracked."

"Huh? What the hell are you are talking about, Vegeta." He let out a huge breath of air before continuing.

"Listen carefully now woman because this is not something you will hear from me twice." Bulma blinked, stunned. What was he about to tell her? She looked him him in the eyes and nodded, deciding to hear him out.

"When I was five, Frieza invaded planet Vegeta and demanded to talk to the King, my father. He asked for my life in exchange of the planet and all its inhabitants. And to make his threat more effective, he killed my mother in front of me. Regretfully my father had no other choice than to let me go with him, trying to buy time in order to get stronger to one day get me back. You know Saiyajin were warriors, one of the strongest races in the universe, but is wasn't enough against the tyrant Frieza. My father, with ten of his best elite warriors, went on a mission to retrieve me from Frieza's ship but they were crushed like flies; Frieza obliterated Vegeta Sei as a punishment for his defiance. Since then, I was forced to serve under his orders, a servant to his madness."

Vegeta stared in the woman eyes as he released years of pent up frustration about his past. She was the first person he had ever told about his life. Bulma quietly wondered why he was spilling his guts to her but kept quiet while he continued.

"You must understand that it was all I knew before I was killed by that insufferable bastard and brought back to life by the Dragon balls. But I liked it. To destroy, to kill and torture, it was a thrill! Are you really willing to be with a monster, knowing what kind of damned soul I am? I am darkness; blood and war personified. Are you really willing to be tainted by evil? Your life is perfect on your pretty planet, why are seeking me out? Why would you offer yourself to the most despicable man of the universe? Have you lost your mind?" Vegeta's tone had turned to anguish in the middle of his tirade. A part of him was wishing to frighten her, to make her flee from him, far away where he would not be able to tarnish her brightness. The rest of him was hoping to bask in her warmth, to be comforted by her in his miserable life.

"Vegeta..." Bulma's heart broke for the man in front of her. "I don't believe you are not evil anymore, I saw it. And in a weird sense I trust you." She finally admitted what she had been keeping deep within her heart and it felt good.

"Well you shouldn't! Little onna, you were the first to actually stand up to me. You are not afraid of me despite your obvious physical weakness and for that I deem you worthy, that is, if you wish. I can be a lot of things but I will not take you against your will."

Bulma stood speechless. Never would have she imagined that Vegeta, of all people, would make such a proposition. Vegeta was starting to get angry with her lack of response, he was never one to take rejection lightly and the thought she might refuse him, left him unnerved. He wanted to make sure she knew what kind of man he was before she answered.

"Well woman, state your answer and we shall never speak about it again."

Bulma knew that she will never be given this opportunity ever again and she knew that she had grown to love this man. Since she has been with him, she never felt so alive before, she could never go back to her life without him. She threw herself in his arms and kissed him passionately giving her his answer. Vegeta smirked and slapped her playfully on the ass.

"Now get the hell out of here! I need to train," he said with an actually smile on his face.

"You are still an asshole, you know?" She smiled back at him, her eyes dancing with joy before heading back to bed in a daze.

The end

A big thank to all readers, and those who left a review, It means a lot to me! And of course my beta VegetaXxXInuyasha. Without her, I wouldn't have dared to post it.

Go check out her story Razorblade Romance, it is amazing!

Actually, I am very excited to say I have started to translate Razorblade Romance in French; it should be up soon ;)