I pull my shoulder length blue hair back in a ponytail, then check myself in the mirror. I'm dressed in a pair of camo-pants that cling nicely to my hips and waist. They're baggy and collect together at my ankles. A thick belt wraps around my waist with straps and pockets containing some of my equipment. On my wrist is a mini computer. I wear a dark green tank top, tucked neatly into my pants; no bra. Perfect. I'm ready to stalk my unsuspecting prey. It is important to look the part of the hunter and be prepared when on a quest to capture a creature of great power and cunning. So very little is known of this amazing race. They're rare and deadly. Said to be untamable and even more impossible to capture alive. I know it can be done; of the two pure breeds that remain, one was…somewhat trained. I aim to do the same to the other. I will capture the elusive dark Saiya-jin prince. I take one last look in the mirror, grab my green helmet, and place it on my head to cover my bright blue hair. Let the hunt begin.

Silently, I exit the house. It's hard not to miss the perfectly round structure, the Saiya-jin's den. I peek inside, to make sure that my intended prey is not inside, on one of his all night training sessions; he is not. I move to the door and press a flat square button on the panel. BOOM!

The smoke clears to reveal the incapsed gravity room. I hold my breath thinking the noise might have attracted his attention.

I sigh in relief when nothing happens and scoop up the incapsed gravity room. I hold it out to see, the perfect bait. Oh, he will come to me, he will know that I have it, and he will come looking for it.

I get in my car and turn the key. I have been planning this with great care and have a special place in mind for where to hunt him. I must hurry, the Saiya-jin never sleeps.

There is now a thick canopy of trees above my head. Everything is set. I come out of my hiding place knowing he must be out looking for me. Perhaps he has fallen into one of my traps, or perhaps he is waiting for me to show myself. He is a cunning creature indeed.

I check my traps; no Saiya-jin.

I have the strangest feeling, like I'm being watched. An idea comes to me. I pull a capsule from my belt and put it down in a clear spot, then quickly retreat to the cover of the trees. The trees will not protect me, should the Saiya-jin see me as a threat and decide to take me down before investigating the capsule. I hold my breath, hoping he will go for the bait. Minutes pass and I begin to think that perhaps it was just my imagination. Then I see him.

He is perched on a tree branch looking down at the bait. No doubt he knows where I am. He is overconfident, and proud; this may give me an advantage.

I hear him grunt and in a flash, he's gone. A trap goes off, but catches nothing. The sound of three more go off. Damn, he knows they're there, the clever bastard. I hear something behind me. I don't even attempt to turn, he's far too fast, and I hope....

There is a snap and soon follow curses of the worst kind. I stand up straight, and turn, a smile on my lips. I see my prize suspended in the air by thousands of silver cables that continue to wrap about him. He swats and breaks them, more annoyed than concerned. I know as he does so, that he will break free; it's only a matter of time. Thinking this, I pull a small pistol like gun from my belt, aim carefully, and pull the trigger. A thin dart embeds into his shoulder. He stops his struggles to look at it. His eyes roll back in his head and he go completely limp in the mass of silver cables.

I smile again to myself. The dart contained enough tranquilizers to knock out an elephant for a whole day. From the data I have, this will not last long on a Saiya-jin. They have a high resistance to poisons and drugs.

I pop open two capsules. Inside each are two square black boxes that look a lot like speakers. I place them around my captive pet and turn them on. A soft humming sound fills the air, and the air itself seems to vibrate slightly.

Now is the chance for me to study more closely my catch. He has broken many of the cords and is held almost completely upside down by his legs. One arm hangs free, almost touching the ground. The other is encircled by many cords.

Taking no chances of losing this exotic catch, I pull out a small round ball and roll it on the ground under him. It explodes in more silver cables and twists around his arms, legs, waist, and neck. I tap a few buttons on my wrist computer and he is pulled in a slightly laid-back upright position. He groans a little, and I realize that the tranquilizers are starting to wear off.

Before he wakes fully up, I take time to look at his perfectly sculpted body. He is a little smaller then the average person, about an inch or two smaller than myself. He appears taller because his jet-black hair sticks straight up, a trademark of Saiya-jins. Despite his size, he is wonderfully proportioned. Thick arms and legs corded with muscles that seem to overlap one another, a rock hard chest, and a chiseled stomach set on a slim waist. A thick neck leads down to broad shoulders and back. He is more compact than other men I've seen, giving him a sense of grace compared to most overly large and bulky muscle men.

I walk behind him. He also has the nicest ass I've ever seen ((naughty grin!)). I have thought him handsome ever since the day I got my first good look at him in person. He has never made any attempt to hide his beautiful body. His dressing habits consisting of tight fitting materials that stretch to allow complete movement and provide few hand holds. Right now all he is wearing are his normal white gloves and boots, black spandex shorts, and a white tank top. He looks best in dark blue; the color suits him.

His face is also handsome in an evil kind of way. He never really smiles, only his trademark smirk, which can't really be considered a smile. His eyebrows are always pulled down in a permanent frown, making him look angry. To my surprise, he looks quite peaceful now. I've never seen him asleep. His features still look hard, but compared to his normal stern mask, he looks calm, and even content. He tilts his head from side to side, semiconscious. My mother is right, he is cute.

Slowly he opens his eyes, colorless black coals. Quickly the peaceful look disappears as the Saiya-jin fully wakes, and is replaced with a look of rage when he realizes he is being restrained. He bucks and strains against the cables, unable to move. A look of surprise crosses his face when he realizes he can't break free.

I watch him squirm, feeling a sense of power over his helplessness. Walking into his field of vision, he growls animal-like at me.

I walk closer to him and move in between his legs, pressing my hips to his and lean over him. I feel muscles in his body become harder as he tenses at my closeness. I chuckle and press my breasts to his chest, leaning farther over so that my lips are by his ear.

"Gotcha," I tease.

He snorts and again tries to free himself, to no avail. He starts to glare at me, anger in his eyes. I shift on him, moving my much softer body on him. The only sign that he is affected by my touch is that he blinks once. I begin to pet him, running my finger through his stiff hair. There is so much I don't know about the Saiya-jins, I must study this male closely and find all their secrets.

"Bulma," it says.

Ah, so it speaks; I listen. Will this proud creature beg for its freedom? The idea of him begging sends a thrill though me.

"I don't find this funny at all. What the hell did you do to me?" he snaps, once again pulling hard on his bonds.

I chuckle and run my tongue along his jawbone. He tries to pull away. It seems he's growing nervous. I reach his ear and run my tongue across it whispering soft and seductively in it. "I find this very funny," then bite his ear. He growls louder. I push a button on my wristband again and the Saiya-jin is pulled down a bit more on his back, just enough for me to straddle his waist without sliding off.

I remove my helmet and place it on his head. He curses me and tries to shake it off. The cords around his neck prevent him from doing so; instead it falls down over his eyes, and he curses again. I giggle, and remove the helmet off his head and place it on the ground. I wrap my arms around his neck and look into his eyes. He scowls at me, and I get the impression he would really like to strangle me. I check my wristband—still plenty of time, I decide to explain his question. Playfully, I run my finger along his neck across the cord there. "Do you see those black boxes, Saiya-jin?" I indicate with a jerk of my head in the direction of one. His eyes look that way, he is unable to turn his head. "You may think me a weak human, but you under estimated me. You see, those boxes are generating negative moon waves."

His eyebrows lifted slightly, and I can tell he fully understands what I am saying, but I decide to continue any way. "Being a Saiya-jin, I'm sure you know that positive waves under the right conditions increase your strength." I run my hands over his arms, he's still tense. "So naturally, negative moon waves would decrease your power. Now who's the weak one?" He starts growling again at that last remark. I think about kissing him, but he's a little too mad right now to try.

Mental Note: Never tease a Saiya-jin of being weak.

Now that my Saiya-jin knows he can't escape, I begin my research.

I kiss down his neck and run my tongue along the well defined grooves of neck muscles. He tastes salty, I wonder if he didn't take a shower after his last exercise. I kiss across his collarbone and he shivers to my delight. I guess that means I'm making him sweat. I shift my leg between his to feel if he's reacting to my touch in other ways. Damn, he has great control. His temperature has risen, I can tell he feels hotter, but nothing more. I feel myself reacting, my nipples are getting hard from brushing again him, and my belly feels warm. At this rate I'll lose it before I can fully.... examine him.

I move back up and bite down hard on his neck. He grunts, not out of pain—it would take a lot more than that to hurt him—but out of shock. My hands begin exploring his finely tuned muscles, dipping into the spaces between them. I run them over his shoulders, down to his elbows, then back up. Lightly, I brush my fingertips over his broad front, touching him softly through the cotton tank top. I flatten my hands along his ribs and rub the sides of his breast with my thumbs. He tries to move to defend himself, but his struggles only encourage me. I feel his muscles move under his skin, like silk over steel. I note the feel of the Saiya-jin's skin: soft, not rough, as I thought it would be. The contrast of rock hard muscles and soft smooth skin is fascinating.

I want to see more of his chest, but the tank top is in my way. If I release his arms he will most surely find a way to escape. I study the tank top and decide on the best way to remove it. I sit up on his lap. He is watching me, a look of almost curiosity in his eyes betraying the carefully placed mask of control. I smile down on him cruelly, a smile not all that different from his own, grab two fistfuls of white tank top, and pull. At first the shirt just stretches. I met some resistance, and I pull harder. There is a ripping sound and now I hold two fistfuls of white rags. I toss them aside and look down at my captive. He is breathing different, not faster or passionately, just deep breaths. He is a martial artist, perhaps he is maintaining his control through this basic exercise. I brush against him again. Indeed still in full control of his body, interesting.

An idea comes to mind. How would the Saiya-jin react to a visual aid? I pull my own tank top out of my pants, studying his face as I do so. No reaction there, but his fists clench tighter, and he is covered with a thin layer of sweat. I pull the tank top over my head and toss it to the ground to join the remains of his. At first he refuses to lower his eyes. I reach up and pull the rubber band out of my hair. It tumbles down to my shoulders and frames my face. I toss my head to flip some hair aside. In doing so my chest bounces with no support. This catches the Saiya-jin's attention, and before he can think his eyes move down and lock on the soft curved flesh. I notice and smile, slowly I raise my own hands to my breasts and rest them there. He doesn't look away, his eyes widen a bit. Gently I begin to rub my breast, watching his reaction. He seems transfixed on my breasts and hands. I love the attention he is showing them. Gently I pinch my nipple and can't help, but make a small cry. He exhales sharply at he sound; he'd been holding his breath.

Mental Note: Visual aids work very well.

I am beginning to get worked up and stop. An almost disappointed look crosses his face. I laugh, unable to contain myself at his facial expression. He looks back up to my face and scowls, then refuses to look at me at all. Damn, just when I was starting to get a reaction.

Mental Note: Never laugh at a Saiya-jin.

I was getting a little off track. I came to study his body, not mine. Is he sensitive in the same places as a human? Will he react the same? Only one way to find out. I reach down and begin to stroke his own nipples. He jolts at the sudden touch and again looks at me, but I am too busy to return the look. I bend down and lick one nipple with my tongue. He breathes in sharply. I circle the almost flat numb with my wet tongue, and notice that it grows larger and harder as I do so. I bite down on it lightly, then more firmly, and a throaty sound escapes his lips. I drag my tongue away from his nipple and across his chest to the next one, repeating the process with this one. He is breathing harder now as am I, perhaps more then me. This isn't professional, I need to even it out more.

I pull a small bottle from my belt and rub some on my hands. The scent of vanilla fills his nose and mine. He snorts as if he smelt a skunk and protests as I begin rubbing the oil into his skin. I ignore him and concentrate on my work. First, I massage his chest and shoulders. Then, I recline on him, pressing my soft breasts to him, feeling them mold to him. My hands begin to work on his back, dissipating his tension. I feel his muscles relax to my skilled touch. I work down to the dip in his back right above his rump. I remember that as a Saiya-jin he once had a tail that was unfortunately removed during a battle. I begin to trace his spine and soon reach his tight, black shorts. Curiously, I move my hands under the black waistband. The Saiya-jin tail has both weaknesses and advantages. With the tail a Saiya-jin can transform at the sight of a full moon, but the tail is very sensitive. It can be a serious weak point if pulled.

I reach the base of his spine where his tail once was. The vertebrate are different then a human’s, and there is an extra one; the one that attached the spine and tail. One finger finds it and presses.

The Saiya-jin beneath me gasps loudly, his hips push up as best they can, and some thing hard presses into my thigh.

Mental Note: Tails and tail spots are VERY sensitive.

He shakes a bit and rocks his hips against mine. All the control and resistance forgotten with a single touch. He manages to close his teeth on my neck and is now passionately kissing it.

I flatten my hands over his rear, lost in his wild passion for the moment. He has forgotten it is useless to try and break free, and strains hard again the cables. I feel his wild passion infest me, and I think temporary of releasing his bonds and studying this new development. I pull off him to the ground; this is my game not his.

He snarls out loud in protest, and continues to strain against the bonds, holding him back from his passion. I see a need in his eyes to possess, to dominate. After a few moments he stops thrashing and holds still.

I also feel the need to dominate as I view him. He looks at me with a blank expression. Has he regained full control? I scan him and find he is still quite hard. I guess not even he can will that away; perhaps he doesn't wish to.

Carefully, I pick myself back up and start towards him again. I can smell vanilla, but over that I smell myself. I am unbelievably wet. As I walk my legs rub together slickly, panties cling to me uncomfortably. I reach him and wrap my arms about his neck. Maybe now I can have that kiss. I tangle my hand in his hair, pull his head to the side, and kiss him fully on the mouth. He seems a little confused, perhaps Saiya-jins don't kiss. I force his mouth open and dart my tongue inside. He jolts again as I taste him, moving my tongue inside him. I map out his mouth stating my claim. I run my tongue over his teeth, and as I run it over one of his canines, his taste is replaced by the taste of blood; my blood.

Mental Note: Saiya-jin's teeth are VERY sharp.

With teeth that sharp they must not French kiss, they would rip up each other’s mouths. I begin to pull back when I feel his tongue touch mine. It is my turn to jump. Gently, the subject laps at my tongue with his, running it across my cut. He seems to be enjoying the taste of my blood as it coats his tongue and fills his mouth. I smile against his mouth and pull my tongue away from his. His tongue presses mine, and I tease him farther into my mouth. Our tongues battle briefly, and my lungs start to complain for air. I finally pull away as his mouth begins to fill with my blood. He swallows and smirks, savoring the taste. He seems to like it. A chill runs down my spine.

Mental Note: Saiya-jins like the taste of blood.

The bleeding in my mouth goes down. I return my thoughts to the ever increasing wetness between my legs. I need relief badly, to my annoyance I have yet to remove his shorts. Ripping those off will take more work and wouldn't be as affective as last time, because several cords are wrapped high up on his thighs and waist pinning it to him. Again I think of removing the cables. No need, there are better ways to do this. I grab two tubes and a canteen of water and mix them together; thankful for once that I took chemistry. I grab the canteen and splash it across his waist. The liquid soaks his shorts and within second starts to dissolve my little problem.

I turn my back to him and begin to unbuckle my own pants. I stop for a moment to think, maybe that wasn't so great an idea. It'll dissolve the material no problem, and couldn't possibly hurt him, but it might also dissolve any hair as well.... Oh well, can't be helped now. I pull off my boots and pants and with great relief my panties. I'm now nude save my wristband. I check to see if he is ready as well, and do a double take. I turn around and lick my lips, my face flushes slightly. I had no idea he was…well, that well proportioned. I calm myself and turn back to the still imprisoned Saiya-jin.

He once again is expressionless, waiting for me to make the next move, not that he has much of a choice. I move my hand to my wristband and tap it again. The cables pull him to the growd, he struggles; stubborn. I move over to him and straddle his waist. Then I think, isn't this a lot like rape? I can still ask for his consent.

"Just ask me nicely and I'll stop".

He growls at the remark, as if he would ever ask for anything nicely.

Mental Note: Saiya-jins have pride in more than just fighting.

Fine with me. I start at his chin and work my way down with soft kisses. I run my tongue across his chest. This time he doesn't make a sound. I move past his chest to his abdomen, dipping my tongue wetly in the well defined groves. He squirms beneath me. I reach his belly button and lap at it, noticing he's an inny. He hisses at me, and curses. I playfully nip at the flesh around his navel, then move farther down, and stop. I have a very good view, of my ultimate goal. I feel myself heat up, perhaps I'm a little too eager. I move on. I'll come back to that part later. I notice that his body is hairless, he doesn't even have leg hairs. That might be my fault, I chuckle softly at the idea.

Personal Note: Remember that chemical mix next time I shave legs.

He tries to lift his head to see what I am doing, but the cords won't allow it. He growls, frustrated at his immobility. I place my hands on his hips and run them down to his knees. My fingers move around to his inner thighs and move slowly up, stroking as I go. I look up and notice his eyes are closed. I stop when I reach the top, then move down to the middle of his inner thigh and bite down, he twitches at the contact. I kiss down to his knee, than move back up his thigh.

I am now ready to return to where I left off. I straddle his thighs, and start bending over, when I hear a beeping. I jump with fright, the wave generators slowly stop humming. I look back at the Saiya-jin, maybe he didn't notice. He rips his arm from the ground, many cables still wrapped about it. Oh yah, he noticed, what a stupid time for the batteries to run out.

He violently begins pulling himself up. I fall back off his legs on my rump, and scoot back. I watch in terror as he breaks free, and rises before me, cords dangling around him. I am frozen with awe and fear, his face is cold. He raises one still gloved hand and points one finger. It glows white with energy. I scream as a small ki blast zips past my face and destroys the ground behind me. I shake, the Saiya-jin truly is a incredibly powerful being.

He crosses his arms and stares down at me. Then his cruel trade mark grin spreads on his face and he says a signal word.

"Run".

I don't need to be told twice. I scramble up and run as fast as I can, not caring which way I go. I keep expecting another ki blast, but thank Kami none come. I am cold without my clothes, I lost my Saiya-jin; well, not really he's probably behind me, I don't know where I am, and worst of all, my body aches some where between pain and pleasure. All my planning and work lost, I will never get to touch the Saiya-jin's beautiful body. I don't think he will kill me, he once promised me he wouldn't, but he looks pretty mad.

There is a blur and I run right into a muscular chest, thick arms wrap around me and lift me off the ground. I look into a pair of cold black eyes, the smirk still on his lips.

"Gotcha," he says.

I scream in terror and them faint into blackness.



Oh no! What shall become of our beautiful scientist. Has she pushed the Saiya-jin too far? Can she regain control of the situation? And what's this about life mates? Bulma, honey, you need to do more research. No, you perverts, not on the Saiya-jin, on Saiya-jins in general! Find out what happens in Chapter 2. Okay maybe a little more research on him (Grin).