Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Against All Odds ❯ Dinner, Anyone? ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter Five

Dinner, anyone?

They both agreed that no one would believe that Vegeta, The Prince of All Saiyans, would "claim" her after one brief encounter in a boiling room and a visit to her room. So they contrived to be seen in different places throughout the base for the next week and each evening he "stayed over." During those times he would train straight through the night, before leaving the next morning. When he slept she did not know.

Their first make out session was scheduled for the next day. He had taken Nappa and Raditz aside after their talk in her quarters and explained everything they needed to know. They agreed to keep their distance while she and Vegeta "courted."

The next afternoon he went to train in the gym provided for base personnel, while she lingered outside. This area was always teeming with activity since the soldiers had little to do between missions other than keep in shape. She had more than one offer for a good time and at least one made her blush. She turned them down, making sure that they knew she was waiting for someone specifically. She stayed in an area where she thought the cameras would be pointed and made of show of primping. She made sure her hair was in place and her lipstick was fresh. In short, she looked like a woman waiting for her lover.

Vegeta exited the gym with another warrior at his side as planned. He stopped short of her, letting his eyes rake down her body insinuatingly while she smiled at him seductively. He tossed the towel that was draped over his shoulders to the other wide-eyed male, while stepping forward and sweeping her up into his strong arms. His firm lips devoured hers as he leaned her back in a breathless kiss that seared her down to her toes. He drew away from her to glare at other men who had gathered around to watch the jaw dropping show before dragging her off to the nearest lift. He growled at the three men already occupying it and they hastily exited.

Once the door closed he pinned her up against the wall and began to kiss her hungrily. She knew it was an only a game, but she couldn't stop the desire that bloomed deep inside of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, reveling in the intoxicating taste of his lips. His hands slid down her sides to cup her derrière, pulling her against his hard lean frame. One hand moved under her short skirt to rest against her soft skin and she moaned longingly into his mouth.

She had to admit that kissing him was a pleasure, his dossier said nothing about how skilled he was. Time stopped as she lost herself in the sensation of his warm lips on hers. She didn't even notice when the doors popped open and she groaned in disappointment when Vegeta pulled away. She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her dispassionately and her newborn desire wilted and died.

He bent down and hoisted her up so she was draped over his shoulder to stride down the hall to her lab.

What is he a cave man?

They had set up his access yesterday before he had left so he was able to walk passed her startled employees and straight into her rooms, pausing only to get scanned. He dumped her unceremoniously on the couch and without stopping proceeded into the GR.

She huffed, sulking on the couch for a minute, before she picked up a technical manual and settled herself for a long wait.

This went on in pretty much the same manner for a couple of days. She would always end up getting hot and bothered by their activities, no matter how much she told herself not to. Vegeta however much to her frustration was always coolly detached. She didn't know why that annoyed her. It's not like they would ever go to bed together, but it hurt her pride a little. She knew she was a beautiful woman, and to have no effect on a man whose tongue was down her throat was more than a little disheartening. She pushed her feelings aside and concentrated on the goal instead.

The man they had settled on to assist them with their coup was Magin Rox. According to Vegeta he was a coward of a warrior, who had abandoned his own men when he was in danger on the battlefield. He was pompous prick, to quote Vegeta exactly and once more he thought of himself as a ladies man. He was also off the base on a mission, which was perfect. He would not have witnessed any of their staged encounters so far, so he wouldn't know that Bulma was off limits.

She chuckled at that. Since it became apparent that she and Vegeta was involved she was treated with a certain amount of deference from the other warriors. She was surprised to find that she enjoyed the sense of power she felt at being the woman of the most powerful and feared warrior on the base. Coupled with her already building reputation of a man killer, you could say that they were afraid of her. Magin wouldn't know about this however, so it would be easy to lure him into a compromising situation. She brushed away the brief feeling of guilt in her gut. The battlefield was no place for regret and this was the most dangerous battle fought since Frieza had come into power.

The most crowded place on the station was the mess hall at dinner time. People would skip breakfast or miss lunch, but almost everyone in the base showed up for dinner. It was the perfect stage. About a week into their plan Magin came back from his mission and he was sure to be in the cafeteria.

Bulma dressed carefully in a slinky scarlet dress. The bright color would attract everyone's notice and low cut top would undoubtedly gain Magin's attention. She breezed into the room, pausing after a few steps to make sure everyone saw her. Of course, they couldn't help but see her, she was a shinny lure in a sea of sharks. She saw a few mouths gape and she couldn't fight the smile of female victory that etched across her face. It's good to be beautiful. She thought with a renewed sense of self worth. A few of the wiser warriors dropped their gaze immediately and concentrated on their food instead of the gorgeous woman. Magin however, was not a wise man.

She picked her way daintily towards the food counter being sure to pass right next to Magin. He was a handsome man, in a greasy sort of way. He had black hair that he slicked back into a long pony tail at the base of his neck. He wore bright green armor, which had been polished more times than it had seen battle. He had a certain glint in his eyes that told her that he was used to getting what he wanted from a woman, whether she wanted to give it or not. Bulma was not surprised when she heard him attempt to compliment her.

"You are more radiant than a cerulean sunset." She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. At least he didn't try to cat call her. She flashed him a flirtatious smile over her shoulder before proceeding ahead. She quickly gathered some food items on her tray, not really paying attention to what, then headed back the way she came. As expected, Magin stood up in front of her, blocking her path.

"Please join me at my table, I insist." He gave her an oily smile, which was meant to be debonair while motioning to an open seat. She flashed him a warm smile before putting her tray down.

"Thank you, that is most kind of you." She purred while she took her seat.

"Are you new here? I haven't seen you around." He questioned smoothly.

"Yes, I have only been here for a few weeks." She twittered and fluttered her eyes at him.

"Oh, well that explains it. I have been away for the last three months on a very important mission for Frieza." He smiled boastfully and began to deluge her with false information of his prowess. She smiled at him while she allowed her mind to wander. Did men actually think this kind of stuff worked? Where was Vegeta? If he didn't come soon she was either going to die of boredom, or kill this guy herself.

Just then her savior arrived, looking very much like a demon knight in his royal armor. He was flanked by Nappa and Raditz, who towered intimidatingly in the background. He scanned the room and she pretended to not notice that he was there, while watching him from the corner of her eye. His eyes locked onto her form and if she didn't know that this was a ploy she would have been running for her life. His face was hardened into a callous mask of ruthlessness and she felt the sensation of the room growing colder. How does he do that?

"Woman!" He bellowed causing everyone to jump including her. The entire room fell silent and she scrambled up from the table trying to look nervous, which wasn't that hard.

"Oh, um Vegeta. Hi." She squeaked.

He frowned at her, before he let his gaze slide to the man next to her. When he caught sight of Magin his lips peeled back in a snarl.

"Get away from my woman." For the first time ever she saw Vegeta's tail unwind from his waist. It swayed violently behind him as the hair bristled up. Bulma was fascinated by the sight, she was struck with the urge to reach out and stroke it until the hair laid down smooth. She briefly wondered if it was soft like cat fur or course like a dogs.

She pushed the thought out of her head as she noticed the flurry of activity in the room. Apparently Vegeta's swaying tail meant something other than puppy dog tails, to the soldiers. Quicker than she could spit a path was cleared between the door where Vegeta stood and the table where she was with Magin. Unfinished plates of food were left on the tables and a more than one chair was knocked over in their haste to evacuate the line of fire.

The soldiers lined up on either side of the room, trying to get as far from the two men and her as possible. The icy sense of foreboding crept up her spine and she could have sworn she saw a man wordlessly mouth a prayer. Some looked exceedingly frustrated that Vegeta blocked the only avenue of escape. She barely resisted the urge to slide away herself.

Magin held his hands up in front of him in a supplicating manner. "Now Prince Vegeta, it's not what it looks like. I had no idea she was your woman." Magin began to bead with sweat and even with her underdeveloped nose, she could smell fear rolling off of him.

That twinge of guilt surfaced again, but she shoved it back down as she said the words that would seal his fate. "Vegeta, he forced me to sit at his table and when I refused he held me by the arm." She could feel the men in the room shrink from her. They knew she was lying, but they really couldn't blame her for trying to save her own skin, they would be doing the same thing in her position. However, she could see people filing mental notes, never to get anywhere near her. Shucky darn no new friends for me.

Magin's skin lightened a few shades at her words before it bloomed into a brilliant tint of red. He whipped around, snarling furiously at her, ejecting spittle from his mouth as he did. "That's a blatant lie. I never did any such thing, you whore." At his words she edged away from him. Well it was nice knowing you Magin.

Vegeta let out a roar of outrage and too late Magin realized his mistake. You shouldn't call Prince Vegeta's woman a whore. It happened so quick that she didn't even see it. One second Vegeta was across the room the next instant he was right beside her, thrusting his fist through Magin's chest. Blood sprayed across her white face and onto her dress. She distantly applauded her choice to wear red.

Magin slumped to the floor in a heap and Vegeta held his still beating heart in his hand. He held it up to the hushed room, turning in a slow circle to show everyone his victory, before bringing it to his mouth and closing his gleaming white teeth around a ventricle. Blood spurted out splattering over his face and gushing down his chin as he bit into the muscle. Bulma barely suppressed the urge not to vomit all over the ground.

He dropped the mangled organ onto the floor before grinding in into the ground with his heel. He turned to her and she took a fearful step back. His eyes blazed like a black inferno through the crimson coating on his face. He really did look like a demon knight, but she wasn't so sure she wanted to be saved by him anymore. What possessed her to trust this man? This killer.

He took another step towards her and she forced herself not to move. Over and over she chanted one word in her mind. Freedom. She allowed him to take her into his arms as she shuddered in revolution. She felt his tail wind around her waist, pulling her flush against him. With his bloody fist he grabbed a handful of her hair pulling it back to expose her delicate throat. He leaned down with a gore covered maw and claimed her in front of all, with a single bite to the neck.