A/N: Thank you for those who have been reviewing. It makes me happy. :) I'm sorry it took so long for me to publish this chapter: I had the flu last week and pretty much did nothing but sleep. Anyway, this is the final chapter of the fanfic. Please enjoy.

Warning: For Mature Adults only.

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama

She was dawdling. Sleep had not come to her last night, and at five in the morning she had quietly taken a shower, disinfected the area, and put her nose to the grindstone. So many programs had to be tested; she was glad now to have so much work. Unfortunately, she could not avoid the prince forever. If she did not fix the gravity sensor, he would be back and angrier than yesterday, and she certainly had no desire to deal with him on any level. But she knew he would be in the gravity room, training, so she had no choice but to see him. Well, she could put it off for another few hours.

Those few hours were not long enough. Eventually she found herself so nervous about fixing the sensor that she could not focus on anything else. Damn it, he's just another stupid male. Just do it. She repeated the last several times as she gathered her tools and started her slow trek to the chamber outside. He was definitely inside, pounding away at the poor thing. Why did she suddenly have to be afraid of him?

Her knock was not very loud, but it seemed loud enough to attract the prince's attention. This time he did not ask any questions, he simply opened the hatch and stepped aside to let her enter. It was strange to not hear him bicker, but the faster she could get this over with the faster she could get away from him. She was not even really sure why she wanted to get away from him. What had happened last night seemed mutual, but that sort of thing did not happen between people like them, it just didn't. Perhaps that was the reason for her discomfort. Nonetheless, she made quick work of the sensor and left.

She had expected something from him. The whole time she worked on the sensor, he had just stood back and watched her work. When she left, he just closed the hatch and continued his training. It was odd behavior for him. Never had he be so cooperative and silent. It was not unwelcome, but definitely out of character.

That woman was going to be the death of him. It had taken just about all his strength to open the door for her. After last night, he was unsure of how his body might react to her, and he swore he would be done with her. She had caused his reaction, and she had fixed it. End of story. But he felt it would not be as easy as that. She was not, as he had first thought, someone to be ignored. No, he believed much more contact between the pair of them and he would be bending her over the closest object of waist height. He had already succumbed to temptation once, and he was determined to not let it happen again.

For the next two days, neither of them saw more than mere glances of the other. Bulma made sure to leave meals out for Vegeta far before he would need them, and locked herself away at her workstation for the remainder. Though uncomfortable, she even slept at her workstation, not daring to leave any hint of her scent near the prince. She was rather disgusted with herself for being so afraid of one man, but this one man did things to her psyche that no other had done before. In some deep, dark corner of her mind, those things were delicious and she wanted more. It was that corner of her mind that necessitated her keeping busy. If the prince asked for her to kneel before him and give her body to him for his pleasure, she might just do so.

The thought itself sent tremors to her core. By keeping away from him for so long, she was becoming more and more easily excited. It was maddening how the thought of him at all was enough to get her wet. She sighed and sat back in her chair, far too distracted to get any more work done. It was not a mealtime, so it was probably safe to leave the workroom for a little while: she desperately needed something caffeinated.

As she expected, the house was unoccupied aside from her. She made her way to the kitchen and perused the refrigerator for any cola, but the only drinks available were milk or juice. Coffee it is, then. It was not her drink of choice, as it was a warm day, but she could always ice it down. At least her mother had left fresh coffee for her. After grinding a portion of beans, she placed them in a filter and added water to the coffeemaker. Just a few minutes, and she would have caffeine. Fate, however, seemed to have other ideas.

A spark ripped through the machine, breaking the coffee pot and shorting the maker itself. She shrieked and jumped backward, glad it had decided not to catch on fire. As she looked over the machine she happened to look out the window. Vegeta was walking along the house, and it appeared as though he had passed by the window seconds earlier. Of course. Quickly, she cleaned up the glass and unplugged the machine. It was a nice coffeemaker, too. As soon as that big lug stepped through the door…

"You broke my coffee machine!"

The prince seemed stunned for a moment, but quickly regained composure. "Pardon me, but I did no such thing. I have better things to do than go around breaking your toys." He crossed his arms and stared. It was hard not to stare back.

"It was your damned energy! You stepped just close enough to the house to blow the fuse and kill the coffeemaker. How do you expect me to go through the rest of this week with no coffee?" She had not expected to be so angry with him, as things like this had happened fairly often since he had been around. But she felt the need to channel her rage towards him, and this seemed a good excuse as any to do so.

"Why do you not hole yourself up in that workroom of yours? It seems to have worked for you so far."

That was it, she was done with taking his flak. "I need coffee to do the work that is in my workroom. No coffee, no work. No work, no workroom! And that means I will be out here a lot more often, waving my great, big, offensive scent everywhere." She took a step closer to him and clenched her fists. "And no workroom means you can forget about breaking anything in that gravity room. 'Cause if you do, I won't fix it!"

That got his attention. He uncrossed his arms and took a step, pointing towards her chest. "Listen to me, woman. You have no choice in the matter. I will break what I want, when I want it, and you will fix it lest I decide to break you."

"Oh, like you would! You break me, and no more room for you. You're stuck with me, so you better play nice or—"

"Or what?" His tone was deadly soft. He moved closer to her and stopped within inches. "I will ask you once more: what will you do if I decide to not play nice?"

"I'll…" She couldn't think of anything, not really. It was the same old argument they had had dozens of times, but this time she was really mad. Before she knew it, her hand had smacked the Saiyan prince across his face. His face was probably the most stunned she had ever seen it.

He touched his face gingerly and looked back at her, and she wondered how many seconds it would be before she would be sent flying across the room. "That almost hurt." The kiss that followed would have sent her crashing to her knees if Vegeta had not wrapped an arm behind her. His lips were a bit rough, and the way he played with hers was almost as if they were sparring. It was a needing, passionate kiss that she had only read about in her trashy novels. She closed her eyes and sank into it, moving her lips in time with his. His tongue fought to enter, and she let him win. Their mouths joined in a hot passion that sent pleasure down her body.

After what seemed an eternity, she felt herself being moved, and then felt the cool wood of the kitchen table against her back. He relinquished her mouth and knelt before her, bringing her jeans and panties with him. Kisses were left upon her knees and thighs as he worked his way up and found her core. She braced for a touch that did not come and look over her stomach to see that he had paused and was breathing deeply. Was her scent really that intoxicating? Hmm, good to know she had that kind of power.

Before she could revel in her discovery, a soft pressure touched the center of her core and sent a wave up her spine. It moved over and around, up and down, repeating delicate circles. She gripped the sides of the table and tried not to cry out, but a finger joined the prince's mouth and the ecstasy escaped unbound. Once the pleasure left her lips, however, the pressure left and she was left unrewarded.

"I am afraid it is not that simple." Vegeta wore a smirk as he lifted her from the table and knelt her before him. He wore nothing but his training shorts and shoes, and she could see the outline of his arousal quite clearly. Unbidden, she slipped her fingers underneath the band of his shorts and pulled them to his ankles, freeing his member to the air. She had to admit, he was definitely well-equipped in comparison to the other males she had seen; not that she had seen them at full-mast, but she knew the prince would have no competition.

As she had done a few nights previously, she licked around the head and up the shaft to allow easier movement, and then took his length within her mouth. Indeed, he was a challenge, but oh so delicious. Her hand moved in time with her mouth, each stroke slower than the last. Finally, she stopped and removed her mouth, pausing only to give the head a tiny kiss. She would not be his slave.

Evil woman, he thought as she removed herself from his member. Well, she would learn soon enough that she would obey, and she would beg for more. He stepped out of his shorts and quickly removed his shoes and socks. "Stand," he commanded her and he was pleased when she complied. She was certainly a visual feast to consume. Her milky skin showed no imperfections: from her pink nipples to her sumptuous hips, she was perfect. And he intended to bathe himself in it.

He turned her around and gently bent her over the table. Over the years, sex had been obtained through various means, usually through exotic whores that did not like pain. He had learned to be careful, and now he was glad he had. He leaned over her, one hand steadying himself on the table, the other reaching to her front to fondle a breast. Her gentle cries hardened his arousal and it took most of his self-control to refrain from penetrating her prematurely.

His mouth found her neck and his tongue tasted the delicate flesh. From the nape of her neck to the edge of her shoulder blade, he left gentle bites. Each bite elicited a high moan, and she writhed in pleasure beneath him. He could feel how hard her nipple was, could feel how wet her core had become. And he could also feel how his seed longed to be freed. He could not delay the inevitable any longer.

Releasing her breast, he straightened himself and placed both hands on her buttocks, spreading them lightly to take a good look at her moistened core. He pressed himself against the slick entrance and teased with his head. When she was moaning and bucking her hips, he finally entered her, hilting himself with the first thrust. The noises she made were heavenly. She was so warm and felt so good. He moved inside her, each thrust calculated to evoke the most pleasure possible. When the woman began moving in time with him, he increased his ministrations and began to feel himself tumble over the edge.

It was difficult to breath. Each movement brought forth a grunt of exertion, a small declaration of the pleasure he was gaining from the experience. Forget weakness, a good fuck should never be silent. He felt himself begin to reach his climax, and he could hear she was reaching her own. As he steadily sped up, so did her moans until she was screaming. Suddenly, her core crashed around him, massaging his member. He was sent over the edge with her.

She rolled over to look at the prince and felt pleased at how exhausted he appeared. Occasionally he looked as exhausted from training, but it was a good feeling to know her vagina was the equivalent to a 300G workout. She sat up and stretched.

"So, are you going to play nice now?"

The prince gave her a sharp look and then looked away. "Perhaps. You are more useful than I thought."

The remaining days were filled with passionate coupling, but the end of the week brought her parents and quite enough distraction for the both of them. Whatever she and Vegeta had been, they were no longer. And nothing less than the death of their son would be the key to bringing them back together.

A/N: Thank you for reading this fanfic! It was a good ride while it lasted. So, a few people seemed confused by the last line, so I will clarify *Spoilers*: Near the end of the Cell Saga, Trunks from the future is killed by Cell, which makes Vegeta realize he actually cares for his son. Later, in the Majin Buu Saga, you learn Vegeta eventually marries Bulma. So, it is sort of inferred in the series that Trunks' death is what led them to get back together. Sorry for any confusion.

Anyway, I am planning on doing another couple fanfics in the future: one will be B/V during the seven years between the Cell Games and The Majin Buu Saga, and the other will be a Krillin/18 set during the same time period. Please look for them. Well, hope to see you all soon.