Half of me is toasty warm, the other half feels a cold draft. I can hear crickets, and a crackling noise close by. Something is roasting, the air is filled with the smell of meat, maybe beef, maybe not, and one other scent that seems out of place, vanilla.....?

I bolt up realizing what that means. As I thought, there is a fire in front of me. Above it is some deer-like animal sliced up on poles; behind the fire is the Saiya-jin. He is eating his kill, cooked, I note, and seems to have eaten most of it already. Saiya-jins require large amounts of proteins to maintain their bodies, and they can eat nearly their own body weight (maybe more). It is night, over 12 hours have passed since I trapped him; naturally, he is hungry. The light from the fire plays off his body, taking my breath away. He sits with one leg bent in Indian style, the other leg pulled up to his chest. His eyes stare at me as he tears all the meat off a rib, chews once, and swallows. He tosses the bone to a large pile at his side. He reaches up and grabs another, his eyes never leaving me.

"Eat," he says suddenly, causing me to jump. I can't tell if it's a command or if he's offering. I decide not to test my luck, and besides, he's not the only one that hasn't eaten lately. I choose my own rib, juggle it a little; it's pretty hot. I take a bite. It's surprisingly very good. The flesh is tender, with little fat, and there seems to be some kind of thick sauce coating it.

Mental Note: The Saiya-jin is damn good cook.

Personal Note: Remember to invite to next barbecue.

I finish eating the rib and lick my fingers. I really like whatever sauce he put on it. It has a salty taste to it. Wait a minute! Where did he get steak sauce out here? I decide to ask the Saiya-jin what's in it. Everyone knows I'm not the world’s greatest cook.

"I didn't know you could cook", I start off. He grunts.

"When you’re shipped off to another planet at the age of one, you learn what to eat and how."

Ah, this is good background information, maybe I can learn some more about this mystery man's past. "What did you put on it, the meat, to make it taste so good?" He smirks again.

"You really want to know?" I nod.

"It's blood."

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

He throws away the bone he finished and grabs another, eyes still fixed on me.

It takes me a long time, before I work up the guts and appetite to eat another one. I just pretend I hadn't asked what's on it. It's A1, I keep telling myself.

We finish our meal in silence. I realize that even if the Saiya-jin doesn't know it, he's being very romantic. I mean, he made me dinner, we're out under the stars, he's not wearing a shirt.... Wait a minute! What was that last part? I notice for the first time that he's only half dressed, and so am I. I’m wearing my green tank top that barely covers me, and he's wearing my pants?! Yes, he is. He gets up and begins taking apart his make-shift roaster. Damn, I note, he looks so much better than me in them. I am slightly jealous of the idea.

He finished quickly, then returned to his place opposite me by the fire, and once again just stares at me.

Several minutes pass in silence. Then to my surprise, he asks me a question. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you rip off all my clothes and try mounting me?"

"You still had your gloves and boots," I tease; a blush creeps up my face. He growls.

I am not sure what to say. I've been trying to get his attention since forever, it seems, but the guy is totally dense when it comes to flirting. All he ever seemed interested in was becoming stronger. I should have tried the Chi-Chi method and tricked him into it, but then again, Vegeta is a lot smarter then Goku. Why do I want him so much? I've been thinking about how I would trap him for so long, I never stopped to think why I wanted to. Sure, he's handsome, but it was more like an intense feeling, or instinct to make him mine.

"I'm not sure," I say quietly. "I've just been thinking about it for some time".

He is silent, still staring intently at me. What must he think? That was a really stupid answer. Really, Bulma, couldn't you have at least made something up so he wouldn't think you were desperate? To my surprise he gets up, walks over to me and crouches down in front of me.

"The reason you've been thinking about it is because I've been thinking about it."

"What? What's that suppose to mean?" He moves to sit next to me, and gazes up at the stars.

"Saiya-jins don't really plan things out. We live purely by instincts. We know things, like when it's time to kill, to die, to mate....."

"Mate.... but why would I have these instincts? I'm not Saiya-jin." He frowns at that remark.

"No, you're not," he says more to himself. "Saiya-jins also develop bonds with other Saiya-jins. Through these bonds, you might say we share our instincts. Two rivals will know at the same time when they will have their final fight together, when one or both are going to die."

"Does that mean we have a bond?" He snorts at that, his pride flaring up.

"My instinct have been telling me things. You're just so damn nosy, that you picked some of them up."

I ignore the rude tone in his voice, I know him well enough to know it's a natural reaction to any kind of weakness. He has always considered emotions, other than anger and amusement, a weakness unsuitable for a Saiya-jin prince; I guess that was just how he was raised. My mind turns around his words in my head, an interesting question forms.

"Your instincts tell you it's time to mate?"

He is silent for a moment, the mask slipping from his face for a brief second, and when he speaks his voice is deep and low.

"No, it tells me I should be ready, my mate would decide when it's time."

His words shock me, but not nearly as much as when he grabs and rolls me, pinning me beneath him.

"Just remember you started this."

"You’re the one on top."

He smirks.

"There's one more thing you should know."

"What would that be?"

"Saiya-jins mate for life."

Before I can say anything he leans close to me and gently bites the tip of my nose. Something inside me tells me this is a sign of affection, not lust; the equivalent to a deep passionate kiss. I bite down on his chin, not knowing why, it just feels right. I feel invisible tension ease from him. Did he think I wouldn't return his affections? He said he has instincts for me? Were these instincts in fact the Saiya-jin's true feelings that he claimed Saiya-jins didn't have?

My questions disappear as he breaks the love bite, and looks down at me. I feel that heat in my belly return ten fold, with his warm body pressed to mine, and his eyes fixed on me as if I were something to worship. I never thought someone's eyes could show so much, yet leave me with no idea exactly what it is I am seeing.

One still-gloved hand raises to brush several blue strands of hair from my face. The hand lingers in my hair and strokes it softy, feeling the silky touch though his white glove. He picks up a tassel of hair and studies it; twisting it around one finger. His brows come down, as he stares at the lock of silky blue.

What, he doesn't like my hair? I have always thought it was one of my best features, healthy and soft. What man wouldn't love it? Then again, he is an alien, and I doubt any Saiya-jin female ever had my bright blue hair color. I remember him once saying that almost all Saiya-jins have black hair, not much variety. He sinks his fingers in my blue mane and watches it slip through his fingers, tangle free. I wonder at the texture of his own hair, despite some pretty interesting theories, I have never come up with a logical answer for how Saiya-jin hair naturally stands up straight, even in extreme gravity.

I am beginning to get annoyed at his frown and grab his hand. He raises an eyebrow at me. I grin up at him, pull his hand close to my lips, bite one of the finger tips of his glove, and pull it off. I throw it over my head, and pull his ungloved hand back to my hair. He obediently runs his hand through it, feeling how soft it is. To my surprise he grins, and pulls his other glove off, throws it away, and sinks both hands in. His fingers just tangle, and it feels really good. I have always loved it when people would play with my hair. I remember asking my mother to brush it for me when I was young, just because I loved the feel of it. His hands move down to lightly brush against my neck, still tangled. A shiver runs down my spine, causing goose bumps to form.

He gathers the hair away from the left side of my neck and leans down to kiss my smooth, ivory skin. His lips are so light I barely feel them. Warm breath tickles me. Then they press down firmer, and he opens his mouth to set his fangs against my soft skin. Is he going to bite me?! The idea is not at all bad, but does he know his own strength?

He slides his mouth down my neck, scrapping his teeth across my skin as he goes, leaving behind a hot trail. I sigh softly feeling the pleasure of his fanged kiss. He stops at the crook of my neck and shoulder and sets his jaw. I wonder briefly why he stopped, when I feel a quick pain, that is gone almost before I realize what it is. He did bite me!

"Vegeta, what are you....." I am unable to finish as a wave of pleasure hits me. My hands move immediately under his arms to his shoulder blades, flattening against them, pulling down more of his weight on me, as if in doing so I can increase my own pleasure. He purrs softly, increasing that wonderful feeling. I whimper out loud when he removes his teeth, and the sensation stops. My protests are cut short as his tongue runs over the bite, bringing with it light pleasure, which teases me after the intense rush. I realize he is tasting my blood once again.

"You little vampire," I say to him. He chuckles against my skin, tickling me with his breath, and continues to lap passionately at the shallow puncture marks he gave me. He then sucks on them, trying to draw out more blood. I wonder, with a small amount of panic, if he plans on killing me slowly with his love making. He did say something about mating for life. The question then becomes how long do I have to live?

"Just what do you think you're doing," I ask, a playful note in my voice, hiding my nervousness.

"Marking my property," he states. I snort, and grins evilly at him. I tighten my arms that are already wrapped around him and lift my head, latching my own teeth to his neck. I damn near break a tooth. He laughs.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to mark my property", I answer around his neck. He chuckles again, making his throat vibrate under my still hard pressing teeth.

Without warning I feel something in the air drop, like it thinned suddenly, and his skin softens. My teeth sink in deep, and I taste his blood on my tongue. I'm too surprised to react. His blood is thick, thicker than a human's, and sweeter than my own, with a sugary taste to it. I can feel his pulse, and my heart beats with it.

The feeling in the air returns, the flow of blood stops, my teeth are still embedded deep in his satin skin. The blood is replaced by a jolt, that leaves my whole mouth tingling. I feel like I'm kissing a battery, and in a sense I am. I must be feeling Vegeta's power, at least a small portion of it. My heart quickens at the seductive pull of it, raw power. It's incredible, and for a brief second I understand why Goku and Vegeta train so hard to get strong, why they are called to fight for the shear joy of fighting; it's in their blood. I pull away, almost afraid of the strong feeling that I have to bite down deeper and harder. I have the strongest desire to hear his voice cry out in pain and pleasure. I had no idea I was such a sadist. I want him, the idea of anyone else having him makes my blood boil. I won't let anyone have him this way, I'll kill them myself if they try to touch my Saiya-jin.

I lap gently at the wound, cleaning off the extra sweet blood left from my bite, and my head clears a bit from my blood high. I have never felt so possessive of anything, save the magic dragon balls, but this is a person; I can't own him like an object. He pulls me away from his neck.

"Silly girl, you have blood all over your face." I start to reach up to wipe my lips, but he stops me.

"Let me," he purrs with amusement on his face. He leans down and kisses me gently on the lips, then runs his tongue across and around them. He continues down to my chin, and then my neck with soft butterfly kisses. He reaches my collar bone and kisses across it, making me shiver.

His hands glide down to my hips, grasping them firmly. Fingers slide under to the small of my back, and I keenly feel his strength as he squeezes. I make a soft moan, he's being so gentle and skilled with me. I never would have dreamed it'd be like this, he always seemed so cold, and rough.

He moves farther down my body, his hands are now on the back of my thighs, his head lined up with my breasts. He gently nuzzles them, while his hands move up under my tank top. He sits up, pulling me with him, his hands lift the tank to my belly. I obediently lift my arms so he can pull if off. He throws it aside, returning his attention to my breasts, and I gasp loudly when his hot mouth finds one while his hand works on the other. His free arm holds me close to him, fingers lightly stroking the spot above my ass were my tail would have been if I was Saiya-jin. I don't care if I don't have a tail, it still feels wonderful. The stroking hand continues down to firmly cup one buttock. I moan, and he pushes me back still nibbling on my skin. He switches to the other breast and his hands start to roam, touching places I would never have thought could feel so good, and some I know feel good.

Before I know it, one of his hands is between my legs, feeling the wetness there. My already flushed face turns even redder, and I dig fingers into his thick hair to none-too-gently pull on it. He stops his teasing of my breast, but I don't notice as my attention is focused on his hand between my legs. Two finger run over the wetness, rubbing slickly back and forth. I arch my back at the pleasurable feeling and cry out when his fingers find my entrance. I hear him "hu" smugly and I bite down on my lip to silence my cry as he continues to move his hand. I wrap my arms around his neck, my face buried in his hair. I can smell his own personal scent over the vanilla strongly now, a musky scent of ash, distinctly masculine. His fingers find a spot that is heaven, and I care not about his smug sounds. I make my own noise of soft Ahhs that escape as I feel myself slowly reach a climax.

He stops before I can and pulls away. I gasp, missing his warm body, wishing for him to continue. I fix my eyes on him, hoping he doesn't see my need engraved in them, my desperation; he would think me weak. He lifts his hand, and I blush a deeper shade of red, seeing it covered with my love juice. He lifts it to his mouth and tastes, his eyes laughing at me. Kami-sama, he is sexy doing that! He licks his lips and I pull myself close to him, claiming those lips, tasting myself on him. He allows my human kiss and wraps his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips. I feel the power of his body as he breaths, his body pressed tight to mine. I feel his arousal brush my sex and I want him. I want him NOW! Still kissing him, my hands wander down his sides, till they meet the fabric of his pants (correction, my pants). My fingers trace around the rim till I find the zipper and pull it down. He tries to pull away from our kiss, but I only kiss him more hungrily and remove my hands to his chest trying to push him back. He refuses in the beginning, but then allows me to have the dominate position. My hands return to the pants and push them down his hips, he lifts his rump up, making it easier. I move down his legs till I come to his feet, and not without some amusement note that he has already toed off his boots without me knowing. I finish pulling them off and glance back at him. His eyes show amusement also, and he stretches cat like for my benefit. I pounce on him, showing I can be a daring mouse. He wraps his arms around me and we roll together, little bits of leaves and twigs get in our hair, and for once I don't care. We stop with him on top, biting down on my neck, not hard; but not gentle either, positioning between my legs. He lets go and looks down at me and I smile back up. That's all the permission he needs.

He slowly moves in, returning to biting my neck, and I gasp. It is a wonderfully tight fit and I move my hands to his back. He waits a while before beginning his thrusts, and I feel instant pleasure wash over me. His thrusts are powerful and slow. They are so intense I bite delicately on my lip and wrap my legs around him, allowing him to move deeper. His hands move to my breasts and begin kneading them in time to his thrusts. My whole body moves with his. He maintains his slow pace, and I wish he would go faster. I can feel an orgasm building up so slowly, but powerfully too; just like his movements. The feeling becomes too intense, I think each will bring me over the edge, but it just continues till I'm shaking. It feels so good it almost hurts, and I dig and rake my nails across his back. He doesn't seem to care and maintains his pace. My breath is ragged, while his is deep and controlled. He must be planning on killing me, this feels way too good. I feel like I will die if I don't cum soon. Finally it hits and I can do no more than silently scream. I shake violently in his arms for a few seconds before he pulls away. He allows me some quick breathes before he flips me on my belly. His hands move on my bare skin once again touching those secret places, as my body still hums with waves of pleasure.

He slides one hand under my belly and pulls me up. I support myself with my arms, as he lifts my hips and spreads my legs. Once again he thrust in to me this time fast. I take small gulps of air and try to push back to meet him; I can't. He holds my hips in place, not allowing them to move at all, as he pistons against me. I feel, to my amazement, another orgasm start to build, something rare for me after such a short time. With his fast movements it doesn't take me long to almost reach the point, but he stops and waits till it passes before he continues, this time pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts. I pant as he does it again stopping and waiting, and again.

"V..V…Vegeta", I moan his name, pleading for him to not stop. He leans over me his hands release my hips to grasp my breasts, fondling them. He kisses my back and nips my shoulder, till I catch my breath. He then straightens, his hands returning to my hips, and I bite down on my finger. He begins again, this time faster and more rough. I feel myself go beyond the point of return and my orgasm crashes down on me. He moves in me a few more times before my arms give out.

He pulls me to him and my head rests on his chest. I can hear his heart pound and his breathing, slightly out of breath. He takes my chin and tilts my head back to look at my face. Tenderly, he swipes some hair out of it. He pulls me back to straddling his waist. I know that he is still not satisfied, but I don't know if I can take another ride like that. He doesn't move in, our sex's brush and rub together, as he begins to rock back and forth. His arms hold me while his hand massages sore muscles; I relax totally. He works for several minutes, continuing rocking. I lean against him as he works, feeling the pleasure of his strong hands and hard length on my body. I wonder how he can possibly maintain himself like this. I have loved men before, but none could hold out this long, and none worked this hard to please me. That's just like him, he doesn't do much, but what he does he tries to be the best at.

An exciting feeling washes over me when he begins lightly moving his fingers along my sides. He runs then up and down continuously. I squirm, slightly ticklish, with the touch. My squirming causes me to brush against his length more, and I feel new strength and desire with every move. Finally I'm so worked up that I take matters into my own hands. I lift myself and position above him, then push down till he is forced deep inside me. He continues to rock, and I lavish kisses on his neck, shoulders, and chest hungry. I will not be the one ridden this time, I decide, as I push him to the ground. He reaches up the grab me, but I grab his wrist instead. He raises an eyebrow at me and I smile down with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"My turn," I say, moving his hands up above his head. "Leave them there, stay just like that". He scowls at me, but obeys. I can see the interest and excitement in his eyes, though he does a great job of hiding it.

I begin moving on him slowly, almost rocking as he did. His face remains stony, but his fingers twitch above his head. I know he wants to grab me. I again feel that sense of power as I gaze down at him, at his defenseless position. I begin to move faster with my growing excitement. I watch the muscles in his jaw clench, and the twitching goes down the whole length of his arms; his face still remains stony. Finally his mask breaks, his eyes close, and his head snaps back, showing me more of his olive colored neck. A groan escapes his lips, and he begins panting with me. I'm so hot now, the sight of him doing that, giving into pleasure, drives me mad. I can feel yet another orgasm coming on.

He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, his face in my chest, and thrusts up to meet me. I wrap my arms around his head, cradling it to my breasts. We move together with a wild passion, he's a god. My orgasm breaks over me sweeter and stronger than the others, and he lifts his head and howls, reaching his own climax with mine. A soft glow surrounds him, and for a brief second I thought his hair turned gold, like Goku and that boy from the future's did. I must have been mistaken, Vegeta isn't a Super Saiya-jin yet. I sob softly, as our grips loosen and rest my head against his shoulder and neck, breathing deeply. He too breaths deeply, his arms wrapped around me.

He is the first to recover and leans back to lay on the ground. I roll off him to lay beside him on my back, his arm under me, as we gaze up at the stars. When I recover, I feel very sleepy, and snuggle closer to him, using his shoulder as a pillow and pressing my body to his warm side.

"Good night Vegeta," I say softly, feeling completely safe in his arms. He does not reply, only wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer. I am too tired and comfortable to stay awake any longer and I drift into a peaceful slumber.

(("HELL-o!" Piccolo and Kami yelled in unison, staring at the TV screen, VERY impressed by Bulma and Vegeta’s ‘performance’.

"Holy shit, that makes me wish I had a gender!" Piccolo whined. "Kami, can’t we use the dragonballs and—"

"NO, Piccolo. It’s not right, see—" Kami reassumed his dutiful attitude.

"Ah, you bastard! Gimme the dragonballs RIGHT NOW!" Piccolo snarled.

"NO, it’s NOT NATURAL!"

"So what!"

"Go to a gender correction clinic or something!"

"You SUCK!"

And everyone wonders why Piccolo hates Kami so much…))