A/N: Should be the end. Did I mention this is kind of AU? There's no way this would work in the real timeline.

Disclaimers: I only own the ideas in my head. Also some citrus all up in here.

Chapter 3 - Shooting Stars

Vegeta was irritated. No, he was pissed. He couldn't focus on his training, and his mind kept wandering to a pair of blue eyes. Finally he could no longer repress his urge to find Bulma and… yell at her? Glare at her?

Pin her down and make her gasp like that one night?

He shook his head and knew that was impossible, but he still turned off the gravity and left the room, immediately heading in the direction he remembered her car going.

Searching for her ki, he pinpointed her flaring energy signal. His heart stopped as he noted it wavering, and zipped to her location.

He landed in front of two men stuffing something into the back seat of a black car. He saw a pair of legs and heels that he'd recognize in a heartbeat sticking out of the door.

"Give her to me."

"Fuck no," the blond man said. He immediately pulled a gun on him. "Move along little man, you saw nothing."

Vegeta sneered. "Oh? And what are you going to do with that toy?"

Three shots were fired and three bullets were caught in the Saiyan's powerful grip, leaving blondie in shock as his jaw dropped.

The other man attempted to tackle Vegeta to the ground, but it was like running into a brick wall. The dark haired man fell to the ground, rubbing his head in pain.

Then he heard a moan from the car.

"Vegeta…"

Unbeknownst to the humans, Vegeta's eyes burned with vengeance when he heard her whispered plea. He wasted no more time with the fools, and punched each of them once, knocking them out cleanly. He quickly checked to make sure he hadn't killed them, since the woman would surely screech at him if he did. He noticed that they had scratches and bites from his little war maiden.

When did I start thinking of her as mine?

He leapt over to the car and saw her lying in the back seat, trying weakly to get up. He gently lifted her out of the car, and flew her home. Her head lolled against his chest, and his heart thundered as he looked upon her pained features.

Reaching Capsule Corp, he landed on her balcony and opened the sliding glass door. He lay her on her bed and sat on the edge, touching her bruised cheek. She winced, and he pulled his hand away. He eyed all of her scrapes and went to find a first aid kit.

Bulma, figuring that he was done with her for the night, closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She was grateful that at least he had brought her home, and didn't expect any more from him. I'll thank him in the morning, she thought as she started to doze off.

She awoke to the feeling of the bed dipping under his weight as he leaned over to clean her scratches and tape gauze to the larger abrasions on her shoulder and arm. She watched him quietly, just taking in the fact that the homicidal alien that had tried to kill them all a few years ago was now caring for her in such a sweet manner. There was something surreal about the moment, and she didn't want it to end.

He set the first aid kit on her nightstand, then immediately turned to find those two bastards to vaporize them, but a soft hand stopped him.

"Did you kill them?" she asked in a whisper.

"...No. But I will."

"Don't."

Vegeta sputtered, "Why not?! Why do you care if they live?"

Something in Bulma's eyes made him stop his rant. "I don't. But they don't deserve death. It would be a mercy." She looked away from him, but he could tell that the cold fiery look in her eyes was still there. "I'll deal with them on my own."

Vegeta stared at her, suddenly wanting to pull that icy flame against him and turn it into a hot blaze of passion.

Bulma finally looked back at him, and noted that he was staring at her rather strangely, like she had grown a second head or something. She immediately felt ashamed that she let her colder nature come out. She had always repressed it, but sometimes, when things like this happened, she couldn't help the anger that flowed through her veins.

Of course, she fully intended on finding the two hooligans and making them pay. She had access to all of the police records in the city, and it was nothing to her to hack in a couple extra crimes to make their sentences longer or worse. And of course, she could always appear in court as a victim and play up the injuries on her. The scratches on her shoulder and the bruise on her face weren't that bad, but they would certainly sway the jury.

But for now, she turned her attention to Vegeta, who had come out of nowhere and saved her. Twice now he had been there for her. Twice he had saved her and been uncharacteristically gentle. She reached up and touched his cheek.

Vegeta closed his eyes and leaned almost imperceptibly into her touch. In an entire universe where he had no home, on this mudball of a planet filled with fools, he had found a single bright star.

"Get some sleep," he said gruffly as he tried to pull away. But her hand, though her strength was pitiful even for a human, held him in place as if it was the strongest metal in the universe.

"Stay, please," she asked quietly. After a few moments, he finally assented with a slight nod. Taking off his boots and gloves, he crawled into bed with her. She lay next to him, not touching but barely a hair's breadth away.

But within a few minutes of staying so close to her, his body wanted more, and he started to leave again, unsure if he could control his clawing desire.

Bulma looked at him with sad eyes. "Why are you leaving?" she asked quietly.

Vegeta looked away. "You're… hurt. I…" He couldn't complete his thought outloud. I can't lay next to you and control myself right now.

Bulma smiled and sat up. Can I do this? Yes, I think I can. She let her dress slide off her shoulders. "You want this?" she whispered as she crawled into his lap, taking advantage of his momentary shock to bring her lips close to his. "Do you want me?"

Vegeta's eyes darkened. His resistance was done, and he pushed her down on the mattress, his hands holding her wrists down. He nudged her legs open so he could grind his hips against her core, and she moaned, wanting him more than anything.

"Last chance," he rasped in her ear. "After this, I won't hold back."

"I made my choice," she whispered.

Vegeta growled and left ki rings encircling her wrists, locking her in place as he tore her dress open, touching her everywhere as he made his way down her body to her legs. Grabbing her ankles and spreading them apart, he made two more ki rings to keep her open to him. He leaned back and pinned her with a dark, lustful stare.

Bulma shivered at his hot attention on her. Her dress was in tatters and her legs were open for him. Her body was on fire from his rough fondling. She could feel her black lace panties getting wet as she watched him take off his shirt and slide his training shorts off. Commando, I should have guessed. And… Wow.

Vegeta slid back up her body until he was holding her neck with one hand, his other stroking her inner thigh, first one side, then the other, making her skin extremely sensitive. The pressure on her neck increased slightly, and Bulma gasped, wondering if this was a good idea after all.

"Remember, no turning back," he whispered, and grabbed her panties and tore them off in one swift movement. His fingers started to circle her inner lips, skirting past the one place she wanted him to touch the most.

"Please," she gasped as he started to suck on one of her breasts, biting down on her skin.

"Please what," he said in a low voice, stroking her neck then reaching to the back of her head and pulling her hair to expose her neck. He started nipping at her soft, delicate skin, finally reaching her pulse. He licked her then, and kept nibbling on her until his lips were above the point where her neck and shoulder met. He took a deep breath there and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Please take me," she moaned, his fingers near her core driving her mad with want. She shifted her hips, unable to move her legs and wrists, trying to get him to touch her where she wanted him to. But he then removed his hand from her and lifted himself up from her. The loss of his warmth made her cry out with need.

Vegeta smirked. "Then you need to be good."

Bulma nodded slightly, his hand still holding her hair. She had become desperate for his touch.

He stayed above her, but started to play with her lower lips again, circling, always circling, but now with the occasional flick on her clit. Each time she'd gasp and want more, but she didn't dare move lest he give up on her completely. She could feel herself winding up like a spring, tighter and tighter. Her eyes closed as she focused purely on feeling.

"Look at me," Vegeta snarled, and she her eyes snapped open to stare into his.

Then he suddenly forced two fingers inside of her, and his thumb stroked her clit hard. She screamed as she came, the buildup having been oh so worth it.

As she came down from her high, she felt him release the ki bands around her wrists and ankles. However, she didn't dare move other than her heavy breathing; she wanted more, so she had to play his game. She looked up at him for what was next.

Vegeta watched his little minx as she recovered, her breasts heaving prettily with her breaths. When it looked like she had caught her breath, he flipped her over. She yelped in surprise as he lifted her hips up and started grabbing her ass, massaging her in a rough manner.

"Hey, what-"

Bulma felt him grab her hair with one hand and pull her up, arching her back. He leaned over and bit her neck as he entered her with a swift stroke from behind, stopping her words as she let out a wordless cry instead. He filled her to the hilt and stayed still, his teeth still locked into her neck.

Her body accepted his intrusion, and he began to move, slowly at first. He let go of her neck with his teeth finally, tasting a small drop of blood. Grabbing her hips, he started to take her faster, harder, until she could barely breath from the force of his impalements. With one hand he pushed her back into the mattress, her breasts rubbing against the sheets. He reached around and rubbed her core until he could feel her shaking around him. Leaning over her, he pulled her hair back once more and spoke low into her ear.

"Come for me."

Bulma felt her climax rock her whole body, making her shudder violently as she gave a strangled cry. Vegeta slowly let her slump down to the mattress, pulling himself out of her and then flipping her over onto her back. As he grabbed her thighs and spread her open, she gasped.

"We're… not done?"

"Clearly not," he said snarkily as he drove into her once more, making her moan. "We won't be done until I've completely taken you." He started moving in earnest, touching her everywhere while he penetrated her body, driving her back to a frenzied high.

Vegeta didn't want to stop, it felt far too good to have her pliant and submissive underneath him. But he could feel his completion nearing, and as he looked down at her, panting and moaning, he reached down and started playing with her clit again. Bulma writhed a little more and then suddenly arched her back and went rigid as her eyes rolled up in her head and she cried out.

It took him a moment to realize she was crying out his name like a mantra.

Hearing her say his name like she worshipped him was a heady feeling. He leaned down and bit her neck again as he came, muffling his growls of pleasure against her skin. His climax felt so good and lasted for so long that he wasn't sure when he finally collapsed beside her.

Bulma's eyes slowly slid shut. She was exhausted, but extremely satisfied. Before she fell asleep, she felt a blanket being pulled over her, and an arm wrap around her and pull her into a wall of warmth.

A few hours later, Bulma awoke to an empty bed, and her alarm clock showing 3:18am. She stretched, pulled on a robe, and went outside to climb the roof. At least I can catch the meteor shower tonight. Besides, I think I know where Vegeta went.

She climbed up to see a familiar form and smiled, knowing her hunch had been correct. Vegeta lounged on the roof platform in just his training shorts, staring up at the night sky. She lay down next to him, and he glanced at her for only a split second. She turned her head to look at him, and winced at the sore spot on her neck.

"Did you have to bite my neck?" she said, only mildly annoyed.

Vegeta looked at her and just shrugged gallingly. "You're mine," he said simply.

Bulma stared at him as he returned his gaze to the stars, and her mind immediately went to a nature program she had idly watched recently. The narrator had said that many animals bit their mates during sex to hold the other down as a safety measure, or to show dominance. In a strange way, it made sense to her that he would bite. Like a wild animal, still not trusting her to hurt him in the end, he had done what he could to ensure his own safety.

She doubted a repeat of tonight's passion would happen, but at least he wasn't telling her to get lost.

Laying next to him and feeling like she understood him a little bit better, Bulma looked up at the skies as the meteor shower began.

A/N: Done! Thank you all who have reviewed and favorited. You've made my day.