Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Dangerous Love ❯ Vegeta’s Malicious Plan Begins ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter 9: Vegeta's Malicious Plan Begins

Vegeta just started to drift to sleep when he heard the door open. Assuming it was just Goku and Gohan he grunted.

"Will you at least keep it down Kakerot, I'm trying to rest." Vegeta grumbled, turning on his side facing the wall. He felt a cool hand on his bare arm and it sent goosebumps over his flesh. Jerking upright he opened his eyes quickly to find himself staring into a pair of midnight blue pools.

"Well hello to you too." Luana said, her voice holding an edge to sensuality to it. She sat down on the edge of the bed gliding her fingers up his side. "Expecting someone else?" She questioned, smiling wide. Vegeta smirked and pulled Luana closer, kneading her sides. (AN: :O!)

"I thought you were that pathetic excuse for a Saiyan Kakerot, and his son." Vegeta replied, kissing her jaw line. She leaned forward to kiss him and he moved his head to the side avoiding her lips, kissing the side of her neck. She frowned for a moment then moaned softly as his tongue danced along her neck. He slid his hands up her body, then slowly back down stopping at her waist. She shivered in satisfaction and licked a wet line over his shoulder. Luana closed her mouth around the base of his neck, beginning to suck slowly. Vegeta closed his eyes, grunting his satisfaction as Luana's hands played along the edge of his boxers, aching to take them off and expose all of the luscious Prince. He slowly took her hands in his, holding them tight. She smiled, closing her eyes as well, still sucking tenderly on his neck. A few minutes passed, and all that could be heard in the Saiyan's room was the sucking sounds of Luana's mouth as it worked at his neck. She pulled her head back, licking her lips as she stared at the mark she had made on the Prince's olive tan skin. Licking her lips once more she closed her eyes again, savoring the taste of his warm tender flesh in her mouth. Slowly gliding her hands up his sides, Luana felt Vegeta's lips on the skin of her bare upper chest. Her body shivered in the light caress, as she tipped her head back. He slid his hands to her hips, caressing tenderly.

"Ooo Vegeta, lower." Luana pleaded. He kissed the exposed mounds of her breasts, sliding his fingers just the tiniest bit up her skimpy gown. "Please Vegeta…" She moaned for him to continue. Vegeta licked her neck slowly thinking, `This is going to be a long night…'

***

Bulma was being nudged quite violently by Yamtcha as he tried desperately to wake her up. Bulma rolled over, putting her back to him mumbling dream non-sense. Yamtcha shoved against her back, getting a growl from her.

"What the…" Bulma yawned, breaking her sentence in two. "Hell is going on?" She rubbed at her eyes, sitting up groggily.

"It's morning!" Yamtcha screamed, burping as he was getting impatient. Bulma frowned and glared at Yamtcha who immediately took a step back. He didn't quite look like himself and she tilted her head.

"Where's the clock?" Bulma said slowly and Yamtcha stumbled over to his bed grabbing his watch. He threw it, meaning to throw it at Bulma, but it went wide and hit the far wall. Bulma sighed heavily and grumbled as she got out of her warm bed to go pick it up. She felt as if she had been hit by a truck the previous night as she stooped, picking up the fallen watch. She frowned at the watch, it had a crack across the lens but it still looked like it was working properly except..

"Yamtcha, this watch says it's 3:29 a.m." Bulma whirled to look at him and he had a bottle in his hand, chugging down the clear liquid. "What the hell is that?" She questioned angrily.

"Oh…err thish…ish some waters…" He nodded swaying and finished off the remaining liquid.

"Yamtcha, have you been drinking?" She asked and grabbed the bottle, though she didn't know what good it would do since the bottle was now empty.

"Of course," Yamtcha giggled "I ish drinking the darnest fine waters in the spaced ships." He giggled once more and fell onto his bed, kicking his feet in the air in a sort of in a bicycle motion. "Wee!" He screamed, drool trailing down his cheek as he looked over at Bulma. "You hash gots to try thish!" He rolled over on his bed giggling giddily. Bulma shook her head sympathetically and walked to the door.

"I'm going to get you some real water," She sighed and smeared her finger over the word for open. The door vaporized and she stepped out, looking along the darkened hallway. Damnit! She thought in her head. I forgot where the damn kitchen is. Maybe Goku will remember, his stomach has a pretty good memory when it comes to food. Bulma giggled and walked to the Saiyan's chambers. She smeared her finger across the word open, without even considering to knock since she was used to being around the Saiyan's so much. The door vaporized and she stood frozen as she looked in on the members of the room. Vegeta and Luana lay asleep together. Vegeta was spooning Luana, holding her very close and they were both under the blanket. Bulma's breath quickened as tears threatened to slide down her face. She sobbed softly nearly hitting her knees but catching herself using the frame of the door. She quickly stepped backwards out of the door framed and the door reappeared by itself. Putting a hand to her mouth she slid to her knees and cried. What has Luana got that I don't? She cried and got up, running down the darkened hallways. She ran until she got as far away from the Saiyan's bedroom as she could. Bulma stopped, doubling over a bit and clutching her chest as she panted. She closed one eye and began walking down the hallway she was in. She didn't recognize it, even though all the hallways were the same color…they all looked different from each other somehow.

"Well, if I get lost, at least someone will find me…" She said unsure. "I hope.." She looked around and came to a wall. Left or right? She contemplated in her head. She shrugged and finally decided to go right. Tears continued to stream down her face as she walked. She didn't care where she was going or where she was going to end up. Anywhere was better than what was in the room she had put far behind her. She sighed lowering her head and tears dripped to the ground as she walked. Vegeta…I love you.

***

Vegeta sighed softly, remembering the look on Bulma's face as she had opened the door and saw him and Luana laying together. She didn't notice that he was awake, his eyes were hardly open but he was awake. He sighed a bit heavily and Luana snuggled her back against him in a sort of reflex. The Saiyan no ouji kissed her head and let sleep over take him.

***

"…but Piccolo!" Gohan panted, bruised and bloody. "We've been doing this for 6 hours!" He looked at his father, pleading with his eyes. Piccolo, Goku, and Gohan were training in the gravitational room, getting ready for battle on Monteazul. They could only hope that they'd be ready for what was to come.

"Alright Piccolo…I think Gohan has done all he can tonight." Goku said and placed a hand on his son's head. Gohan laughed meekly and let himself fall to the ground panting.

"How about me and you have a go Goku?" Piccolo asked impassively. Goku tilted his head, thinking about the offer for a moment.

"Alright! Lets go!" He said excitedly and got into a stance. Piccolo got into his own stance and Gohan quickly ran to the sideline. Gohan watched as the fight begun, rooting on both fighters.

***

"Isn't this the Sire's doorway?" Bulma said thoughtfully aloud, as she stopped, staring at a door she had just come across. It didn't look any different from anything else, but for some reason she was really sure that this was the Sire's door. She slowly walked up to the doorway and found the word that looked like open. Bulma wiped her tear stained face and she pressed her finger to the beginning of the word, ready to smear and she shivered in a jerking motion. Power marched up her skin, thrumming in a silent tune, making the hairs on her arms stand at attention. She had never felt power like this, but she had felt power before whenever she touched Vegeta whenever he was about to fight. His Ki always danced over her skin, not along it. She gasped and suddenly felt like she was choking. She felt like she was trying to breath in water and she slid to her knees, taking her hand away from the door. She felt a wave of nausea and slowly passed out.

***

Small hands were shaking her.

"Bulma…Azul beauty, please wake up." A warm candy voice cut through the darkness in Bulma's head as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Sire?" She choked out, coughing. The Sire had chosen the name Azul beauty for her. It meant Blue beauty which was perfectly fine for Bulma. Blinking, Bulma looked around at her surroundings. The room was completely black and there was a window. Bulma gasped, eyes widening as she took in the full view of what was outside the window.

"Oh my goddess, Sire it's so beautiful." Bulma sat up slowly and gazed at the bright stars of space.

"Yes, I come here to clear my mind when my thoughts are scattered." The Sire replied calmly. "What is wrong child?" She questioned.

Bulma frowned. "I am not a child." She said haughtily.

"I am 403 years old Bulma, everyone is a child to me." She smiled blankly, giving nothing away.

"Oh…" Bulma said, blinking, unsure of what to say.

"What is wrong Azul beauty?" The Sire repeated patiently as if she could wait for the rest of eternity for an answer.

"What makes you think anything's wrong?" Bulma said nervously and stared down at her lap.

"I heard your crying before you passed out, I assume you were not crying out of sheer nothingness?" She said intelligently.

Bulma mumbled, "No, I had a reason for crying…I'm very confused and heartbroken." She said slowly, embarrassed to be talking about her feelings with a total stranger.

"Blood thirsty Warrior." She made it a statement more than a question. Bulma only nodded. That was the Sire's name for Vegeta. The Sire placed a hand on Bulma's shoulder comfortingly. "Does he not know you love him?" She questioned curiously.

Bulma blushed deeply shaking her head "It's sort of difficult between me and him…I'm almost sure he cares for me…but he won't admit it because of his pride." She took a deep breath. "I won't admit it until he admits it.." She looked up at the Sire, seeing if she understood. Bulma stared into the Sire's eyes. She had the most extraordinary eyes, tropical waters so pure.

"I understand child, but I can not help with such matters." She moved her hand to the side of Bulma's face and caressed her cheek gently with finger tips. Bulma smiled, feeling like a small child given a big treat by mommy.

"I'd like to go back to my room now…" Bulma said slowly, "I suddenly feel very tired." She put a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. "But I don't remember where my room is.." Embarrassment threaded through her words.

"Then take this, it will be my special gift, just for you." The Sire said softly, her accent like a dreamy lullaby making Bulma feel even more tired than she already was. Bulma took a small ball from the Sire, which seemed pretty ordinary.

"What…" Bulma started but the Sire smiled and replied before she even finished her sentence.

"It will lead you to your room, just say `sleeping chamber' and place it on the ground, it will lead you back to your room. Anywhere you want to go just say it to the sphere and set it gently on the ground." The candy voice said surely. Bulma tilted her head, following a ball seemed sort of weird.

"Sire…I have a question." She said thoughtfully.

"Yes, you may call me by my nickname." She smiled sweetly reading Bulma's question off of her face before she even asked. "Celerina, you may call me that instead of Sire if you wish." She nodded her head in a semi bow. "After all, you are not one of my people." She kissed Bulma's head lightly as Bulma stood to leave. Stepping out of the room, when the door closed Celerina smirked. Not one of my people yet. She laughed full throated. Sleep well little one. So I can steal more of your precious energy. She laughed again and flexed her fingers. I'd almost forgotten how it felt to steal another person's energy. She will only feel tired…she'll never suspect anything. I'm such a genius. I'm very clever! She laughed, feeling refreshed from stealing some of Bulma's energy force.

***

Bulma continued down the hallway, following the now glowing ball. She felt semi silly, but she'd try just about anything to get back to her room.

"Goddess I'm so tired.." She said drowsily and nearly stumbled to the floor as she dragged her feet. "I feel so drained." She yawned so wide, tears watered her eyes. The ball finally stopped and Bulma was too tired to search for words. "I don't suppose you could open the door too?" Bulma laughed, snorting as she stared down at the ball. The ball turned from a bright red to a soft blue as it floated up right in front of her face. It stopped in front of a word and Bulma shrugged. "Why not…" She smeared her finger across the word and to her amazement the door opened and she stared transfixed at the ball. She held her hand out and the ball dropped lazily into her palm as she walked into the room, the door closing automatically behind her. Bulma frowned.

"Wait, this is …MY ROOM!" She looked around frantically. Luana must have rehabilitated the door. She shrugged not really caring anymore. Without another care she plopped onto her bed and started to fall asleep when she jerked upright. Oh my Goddess! I forgot all about Yamtcha! She frowned deeply. I don't feel like getting up thought so he'll just have to deal with being drunk. He's his fault in the first place. Bulma reassured herself and laid back. What could he possibly to do harm himself or anyone else if he can't even figure out what time it is, let alone open the door? Without another care in the world she gave herself over to the darkness eating at the edge of her vision and fell asleep.

***

"Wee!" Yamtcha hiccuped. "I didn't know that wash down theres." Yamtcha poked his limp manhood. "I wonder what it'sh for?" He tilted his head and poked himself again, shivering. "Whoa, that feels weirdish." His face lit up. "Oh I hash an idea! I hash an idea!" Yamtcha stepped over the clothes he had carelessly discarded when Bulma left. He picked up a screw driver that Bulma had used earlier to fix her watch. He licked his lips and held it in both hands, point down towards his manhood with a devilish look on his face….

***

Luana nearly fell out of bed when a scream had echoed through the hallways. Vegeta's arms held her tight, keeping her from any cruel mishaps.

"What the hell was that!?" Luana squeaked, her voice drenched in sleep as her accent slurred her speech.

"It sounded like Yamtcha screaming…" Vegeta kissed the side of her neck. "Calm down Luana, it's alright, whatever he's screaming about it's not important." He smirked. "Hopefully the bastard got a good ass whooping." He kissed the silk of the gown that covered between her shoulder blades, feeling her muscles relax under his lips.

"Are you sure?" Luana questioned, a light purr to her voice. Vegeta's fingers slid along the smooth skin of her thigh, pushing her gown up the tiniest bit. She shivered, a soft moan protruding from her full lips.

"Luana…" Vegeta growled against her skin.

"Y-yes Prince?" She replied, hoping she knew what he was asking for.

"What time is it?" Vegeta couldn't help but smirk against her skin, feeling her body stiffen under his touch. He knew what she was hoping he would say, but that's not at all what was on his mind.

"Earth time?" She questioned softly, relaxing her body once more. Vegeta couldn't help but roll his eyes as his fingers traveled lightly over her panties, teasingly slow. An echoing moan filled the room as Luana's body jerked in pleasure, willing his fingers to enter her panties and her warmth.

"Yes woman…" The Saiyan no ouji breathed against her skin, watching the goosebumps march over her flesh.

Luana gasped, swallowing hard as she concentrated hard at the clock. "I-I-I-It's 9:13 a.m. E-earth time…" She pushed her groin against his light caressing fingers. He pushed his palm back against her womanhood to find her getting wet under his hand.

"Not right now…" Vegeta whispered, sitting up behind her. "I have to go shower and train now." He lightly pushed her so she sat up and he got off the bed, fixing his boxers.

"Later?" She questioned, whimpering softly like a needy child. He shrugged and walked to the door, opening it and stepping out. Once the door closed behind him he leaned against it, closing his eyes and rubbing them lightly.

AN: Sorry this one took so long…I've had it done for awhile, but my computers been down soooo sorry ^_^'' hope you enjoy, dont be too mad ><