Okay everyone, this is the last part of Masquerade (finally). This is rated M and there is sex in it but I wouldn't say it's any worse than some of the other M fics on here but if you don't like that kind of stuff don't read. Also I won't say that I'm bad at writing mature content but I will say that it took me forever to get this the way I wanted it to be. Hope you enjoy. :)

It was disturbingly easy to manipulate the environment to his liking. One switch flipped in the breaker box and the exterior house lights were out. Pull one little wire from the lamp's circuitry and the entire thing was useless. Really, did these humans not consider things like this when they designed their homes or did they just not believe that anyone they know could be a blood thirsty murderer or a horny pervert? Security at the front of the compound was useless if they just invited their attackers inside. Even now the Woman was aware of the possibility of one of her guests coming around the 'by mistake' though she was foolishly mistaken if she truly believed that a potential attacker could be swayed by the concept of her knowing he was there. Luckily for the panicking woman, the only attacker this night was him. Then again, he was probably more of a blood thirsty murderer than any perverted human could imagine.

It was so amusing to him, seeing her fret and run. Once again her mind was far too quick to fully accept that fact that she was in danger but the sweet scent of her desire reminded him that that was for the better. She was still scared but at least she would be willing to play instead of terrified of actually being hurt.

He loved the reaction he had gotten out of her when her 'fight or flight' instinct kicked in from something as simple as him breathing on her neck. He couldn't help the chuckle that left his throat as he thought of the self-assured, strong Bulma Briefs' first instinct was to run. But then she was his prey: She would instinctively know that her predator was too strong to fight. Not that running saved her either since he easily moved to catch her, her eyes unable to see anything in the darkness.

He ran his fingertips down her goose bump-covered arm chuckling at the shudder of desire that ran through her. However his amusement was cut short as Bulma's face changed from the mixture of desire and fear to that of anger and determination. It was confusing but he didn't have time to dwell on it before she lashed out as quickly as she could. A normal man wouldn't have been able to move back quickly enough to avoid their face being slashed by her sharp nails. Luckily he was not a normal man and he dodged the swipe.

"Stay back! I'm warning you!" She cried out shakily.

He raised a brow in confusion, a little more than stunned that she was capable of such a violent act. 'Maybe she didn't catch on to what was really going on. But no, that can't be it. I know that she was reacting to my touch earlier and it wasn't with fear so she must know that it's me. Or could it be that she'd react this way with anyone?'

He didn't like the thought of that. They weren't in a relationship so he shouldn't expect her to only react to him but he couldn't stop the surge of possessiveness that raged through him at that thought. It had been bad enough having this obsession with her when she was tied to the weakling and it had been extremely gratifying seeing her severe that tie. She was now free to pursue by this planet's customs and even though he had no plans of staying on this planet long-term that didn't mean he was willing to share his prey with anyone else.

She swung her arm again but he easily caught it. Unfortunately, in his attempts to gently subdue her, he missed her other arm which came in contact with his chest. With a hiss, he let go of her arm and examined the damage. Surprisingly she managed to draw blood though the wound wasn't deep enough to call anything more than a scratch. He'd had more serious injuries in his life but the fact that someone as weak as her had inflicted damage was a big hit to his pride.

Growling, he looked up and saw Bulma turn on her bare heel and flee towards the lit area most likely thinking that the light would save her. 'I don't think so, Woman.' He took a few steps and was about to grab her when she tripped and fell to the ground. He would have chuckled had she not thrown a large clump of dirt at him before pushing herself back up.

Barely glancing at the clump as he swatted it to the side, he decided to end this pointless act of hers. "Enough," he growled out as he grabbed her and threw her down behind one of the hedges lining the garden. At her attempt to get back to her feet he fell on top of her pinning her arms to the ground.

Even in his state of annoyed fury, he couldn't help but take in her disheveled appearance. Her once white dress was now covered in splotches of brown mud. The thread holding the wings in place was torn causing them to fall away from her back. Her perfectly pinned haired was tangled and fell around her heaving shoulders and chest moving with her as she tried to catch her breath from her parted lips.

Suddenly he was brought back to the reality of the situation and let go of her wrists, examining her to see if he had been too rough. His observation was cut short when he felt her arms slowly wind around his shoulders and her lips skim his neck.

"Oh no," she spoke in mock fear, "you caught me. Whatever shall I do?"

Vegeta was stunned as it occurred to him what had just happened. She had recognized that he was the one out here with her but instead of giving in she had decided to continue as if she hadn't. "Sneaky little bitch." He clearly felt her smirk before she parted her lips so that she could suck gently on his neck. He nearly groaned as her tongue toyed with a particularly sensitive spot before he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her away.

"I'll give you some credit, Woman, you fought better than I thought you could. Unfortunately it's my turn now," he leaned forward so that she could only see his eyes, "And this time, no matter what interruption comes, I'm not letting you go."

Bulma's shiver this time had nothing to do with the cold. With Vegeta's last action she was completely unable to move and though her eyes had adjusted to the darkness a bit, all she could see were his dark eyes burning directly into hers. She tried to calm herself down enough before she hyperventilated but it was hard with everything going on.

Soon Vegeta got tired of just staring at her and angled her head up to meet his lips. Their first kiss was fierce and passionate, more about domination than the tender loving kisses she was used too. It was driving her crazy and it was only the beginning.

Pulling away, Vegeta grabbed the collar of her dress with both hands and ripped it in half. Bulma couldn't hold back the started gasp as the cool air hit all of her exposed skin at once and even though she was still wearing undergarments she naturally moved to cover herself from Vegeta's eyes. His hands beat hers though as he started to cup and massage her breasts. "Ah, Ve-Vegeta, don't…don't tease me," she cried out, surprised that she had managed to form a coherent sentence.

A slight nip to the lip made her jump and Vegeta smirked down at her. "You're not in any position to give orders, Woman. Though I suppose if you're that desperate I can help." And just like her dress, he grabbed her bra and twisted it until it came off; his smirk widening as he watched how the rough movement caused her breasts to bounce. Bulma sighed in relief as his hands covered her bare breasts and resumed his massaging. "Yes, you like that, don't you? You've body was severely neglected, wasn't it? That fool was so inadequate it's no wonder you ended your relations with him."

"N-no, Yamcha didn't neglect me. He was a good boyfr-ah!" Bulma's protest was cut off as Vegeta changed from gently massage her breasts to roughly pulling on her nipples. It hurt but once again he was showing off his skill by knowing just how much to apply without taking away her pleasure.

"I told you earlier that I don't want to punish you tonight so let's get this little bit of denial out of the way, shall we?"

"Bas-tard," Bulma muttered out as Vegeta began switching his motion between her breasts and her nipples again with a sadistic look on his face.

"You did end you relations with him, did you not?"

Tossing her head back and forth, her mind tried to ignore the sensual torture on her body long enough to reply. "Y-yes."

"Why?" Vegeta asked innocently even though the smug look on his face said that he already knew the answer.

"I didn't want to cheat on him."

"And why were you worried about 'cheating' on him?"

Bulma glared up at Vegeta the best she could. "Surely that's obvious. Or are you unaware of where your hands are at the moment?"

Apparently that was the wrong answer since it earned her nipples another rough pinch, this time so hard that it made her cry out loud enough that he had to cover her mouth.

"But why? If you were satisfied with him then you wouldn't want my hands to be where they are. So that would mean that he didn't satisfy you and that your body has needed real action for quite awhile."

"You're so full of yourself, you know that?" Bulma asked rolling her eyes when he just chuckled.

"Jealous? Don't worry you'll be full of me soon enough."

"You're a pervert, too? I never would have guessed… Ah!" her comments were cut off as Vegeta ignored her and started teasing her nipples with his mouth.

She didn't want to admit he was right, he really didn't need an ego boost, but in the end he was right. She had craved a more passionate romance for years and Yamcha's delicate touches hadn't delivered.

Not wanting to be the only one overcome with desire from teasing touches, Bulma ran her hand down Vegeta's chest only to come across some freshly risen skin and something wet. Bringing her hand back up so she could see it she was shocked to see a trace amount of blood on it. 'He's bleeding? How? When?' Just as quickly as she asked herself she knew the obvious answer.

"Vegeta did I cut you earlier?"

A growl was the only answer she got. 'Apparently I did. I doubt it hurt so he's probably more embarrassed than anything.' She had to chuckle a bit at that but a sharp glare shut her up quickly. Vegeta liked to 'punish' by nipping and his mouth was currently occupied in a very sensitive area. She'd have to enjoy that minute victory later.

Returning to her original plan, she gently ran her fingers over his pectorals; feather-light touches that made the muscles underneath jump. Moving down, she ran her nails over his six pack to the band of his pants before sweeping back up. She repeated the motion, enjoying his firm body until a growl interrupted her.

"Stop teasing, Woman."

"You stop teasing me first then."

Shifting his weight, Vegeta grabbed her wandering hand and moved it furthered down so that it covered his erection. Bulma's eyes widened as she groped him through his pants. 'Wow, I thought I knew his size when he ground against me last night but apparently I was wrong.'

"I had thought that with your only partner being the weakling that your body wouldn't be ready for such rough action without a bit of preparation."

Swallowing, Bulma ran her hand down the firm length again. 'Not to mention that Yamcha probably couldn't even compare to Vegeta's stamina.' Vegeta often trained for 10 hours straight so who knew how long he could last during sex.

Bulma froze in fear as a particularly cruel smirk spread on Vegeta face.

"Perhaps I was wrong though." Bulma's completely calm and collected questioning of what he meant quickly turned into little more than a yelp as she was roughly grabbed and moved to her hands and knees. "No, you don't want to take your time tonight, do you?" Vegeta stated as he dragged his palms down her sides to cup her panty cover bottom. "You just want to be fucked."

Everything had happened so fast that her mind struggled to take in what was going on. Finally her eyes took notice of something white beneath her. Looking down, Bulma realized that it was the remains of her costume. 'Oh Kami, what am I doing? I'm almost completely naked with the exception of my panties, outside, just steps away from where people are cleaning up after the party with only a three foot row of hedges blocking the view of anyone who comes around here.'

"Um, shouldn't we go inside?" She looked back but Vegeta seemed to be more interested with playing with the hem of her panties. "Vegeta!"

"I heard you, Woman."

"We should at least go into the GR."

"We would have been in the GR had you not gotten lost on the way."

She reached back and smacked him the best she could from her position. "I was on my way before you started trying to freak me out."

"Just setting up the mood, Woman," he answered back with a lazy smirk.

'Damn, I can't tell if that smirk is more sexy or infuriating.' She was brought out of her mixed feelings when Vegeta's fingers got tired of playing with the hem and moved under the satin. "Vegeta, please, it's, um, it's freezing out here."

"You'll be sweating in a bit."

"But…"

"But?"

Bulma's head dropped between her arms. She knew what he was doing. Earlier she had been perfectly fine with what was going on. It wasn't until she stopped to think about the little details that she had started the protest.

"I won't force myself on you. If you honestly want to go inside we will."

"… No. I… I don't want to go inside. I want… I want…," she jumped as she felt him rip her panties off with one tug.

"You want what, Woman?"

Bulma didn't know when he'd removed his pants but she couldn't deny the raging desire flooding her at the feel of his skin against hers. She was tired of the teasing, just like she was tired of the doing things 'properly' when all she wanted… all she wanted…

"I want you to fuck me! I want to know what it feels like to be truly satisfied instead of coddled and disappointed. I want you to show me what it feels like to let go and ignore the world."

And with that she finally felt Vegeta enter her, stretching her passage to its limits. Without pausing for her to adjust he kept on starting a slow but hard pace. He had been right: her body wasn't fully prepared for it but it was just what she wanted. Her fists clenched beneath her as she pushed back to meet each of his rough thrusts. Her sweat slicked arms trembled with the strain of holding her position

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes… oh Vegeta's, it's so good." She barely finished the words when Vegeta pushed on her back making her collapse to the ground. "Hey! What…?"

Vegeta covered her mouth with his hands as he pressed himself tight against her back, all the while never slowing her rough thrusts. "Shh."

"Why do you want me to be quiet?"

"What happened back here? Why are all the lights off?" an unknown voiced called out.

Bulma froze. 'Oh no, it's the security guards.'

"Maybe Dr. Briefs shut them off so people wouldn't go back here. Nothing says 'off limits' like complete darkness, you know? In any case, whatever we heard before must have come from somewhere else."

"Yeah, anyone crazy enough to walk back here when it's like this wants to be attacked."

Vegeta, who had been sucking on her neck, chuckled at that comment. She would have smacked him had she been able to move her arms from under her. "I knew this was a bad idea," she whispered. "I knew someone would find us. I…"

"Shh."

"You, Shh." Looking back to see Vegeta's calm look and lazy smirk, she nearly had a panic attack when he pulled out and away from her. "Are you crazy?" The guards may have already left but the risk of being seen still lingered.

Reaching down, Vegeta grabbed her and turned her onto her back before covering her body again, all the while making sure to say below the hedge line and out of sight.

"Vegeta, ah!" She gasped out as he entered her but luckily Vegeta was fast enough to kiss her before she became too loud.

"What's wrong, Woman? Do you want to stop? Go inside where it's safe and 'snuggle'?" Vegeta asked tauntingly without pausing his actions.

Bulma narrowed her eyes before smiling suddenly enough to catch Vegeta off guard. "I don't think so, Bad Man," she said ignoring his growl at the name and wrapping her arms and legs around him to meet his t. "You want to prove that letting go with you is better than loving and gentle embraces with Yamcha? Then prove it. I'll admit that this feels amazing but will the end be worth it?" She shrugged before grinding her hips into his and smirking as he had to grit his teeth to hold back the groan. "So far you seem to be a lot of talk."

That, apparently, was enough to set Vegeta off. "I'll show you talk," he growled out as he pulled her legs from around his waist and pushed them forward causing her body to fold over. From the new, deeper position he started to thrust harder and faster than Bulma thought was possible.

'I know it was a bad idea to tease him but damn if the results aren't amazing.' Her body was quickly crossing over from 'neglected' to 'abused' though she could tell that Vegeta was still holding back and likely paying close attention to whether or not he was being too rough. "Ah, Vegeta, a-ah!" She could feel herself tightening around him as her tension mounted. It all felt so good and though she wasn't doing much in return, the glazed look in Vegeta's eyes seemed to suggest that he was getting as close to his finish as she was.

She was proven right only a few seconds later when Vegeta suddenly let go of her legs and dug his fingers into the ground. "Woman. Damn it."

Bulma moved her legs back down so that she could pull him back for a kiss. Brutally they moved their lips together as they reached their peak and crashed over the edge with smothered moans.

Her arms felt like they weighed a ton as she forced them to remain locked around Vegeta's neck. She was completely out of breath but the elation she felt was still overwhelming. Looking up at Vegeta, she smiled to see that he seemed slightly shell shocked. 'Looks like I did more than I thought.'

Vegeta jumped as she moved her hand to cup his face. He still didn't seem entirely back yet but she moved her head forward to gently kiss him anyway. As she pulled back, she smiled again. "Okay, you're more than capable of backing up your talk."

"Of course," Vegeta scoffed, "and I thought I warned you earlier about teasing me, Woman."

"You did, but there's a small problem."

"Oh?"

"Despite your warnings I've only had positive results from teasing you so I have no reason not to."

"Is that so?" he growled out and Bulma shivered at the smirk that suddenly spread on his face. "Let's see if I can remedy that then," and with that he crashed his lips against hers again.

'Here we go again. Something tells me that I'm going to hate my big mouth in the morning.'

However she didn't think she'd be too angry with herself. In the end, in this world of masks, she was free to do what she wanted and she was going to make sure that Vegeta knew how much that meant to her, even if he complained about her teasing.

And that's it. I hope you all enjoyed the story despite it being a bit short and choppy at points. Please feel free to read and review, I love hearing from everyone. And thanks to all of those that supported the story with your reviews, alerts, and favs. I hope that you'll enjoy my other stories in the future. I'm still working on Bizarre Earth Customs and I'll soon be posting my AU fic from the Bulma Vegeta livejournal community here as well. Thanks again :D