Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Against All Odds ❯ Whispers in the Dark ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Like I said, I don't own it.

Author's Note: Contains some lemony content. You have been warned. Also Bulma may come off as being a little crazy *squeezes her fingers just a little bit* don't flame me. She's in control, I just think we all have a nut ball running around in our head that gets free every once in a while. Or maybe it's just me…

Against all Odds

Chapter Six

Whispers in the Dark

She must have passed out because the next thing she knew she was slung over his shoulder like a bag of rice while he made his way back to the door. She reared up to look over his shoulder and saw Raditz and Nappa bowing slightly with a fist over their hearts.

"All hail Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans and his mate Bulma, Princess of all Saiyans." They said in unison.

Yippee I'm a princess.

She suppressed the urge to laugh hysterically and she vaguely recognized that she was in a mild form of shock. She was completely prepared to see a man die tonight, she was not prepared to see him eviscerated and his organs chomped on by her new mate. She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe calmly. By the time they reached his quarters she had gotten her rioting emotions under control.

The second step of tonight's plan was their consummation. They both agreed that was never going to happen, but they had to solidify their relationship in everyone's mind. Mainly the minds of those watching.

When Bulma arrived at the base, she had found plenty of listening devices and cameras in her private quarters. Logic dictated that Vegeta's quarters would be bugged as well. Vegeta was outraged when she had pointed this out to him and she lost a very pretty lamp to a ki blast in the wake of his ensuing tantrum. However, they or rather she decided to use this to their advantage. After a horrendous fight in which she let a little more of her self show than was wise, she finally got him to agree. For the past week the cameras had watched as they ducked into dark corners or necked in the elevator, but in the end they always ended up back at her room. Tonight they were going to give those voyeurs something a little more concrete.

As he entered the room the lights automatically came on, illuminating the small living quarters. He set her down in front of him and began to lean in for a kiss. She quickly backed away holding up her hand to ward him off. Kissing a man covered in blood was not a big turn on for her. He began to growl fiercely and for the first time she noticed a feral look in his eye. Killing a man and claiming a mate, fake as it may be, seemed to have ignited his Saiyan instincts. He did not like the idea of a female denying him.

"Vegeta, calm down. I just thought we could get washed up first." She said in a soft soothing voice. The light in his coal black eyes dimmed and they became hard and controlled once again. He turned on his heel and stalked into the bathroom. She let out a shaky breath as she heard the water turn on.

Once he had finished she took her turn in the bathroom to clean the blood off her face. As she leaned over the sink she stared at the woman in the mirror. She had beautiful teal hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her porcelain skin was perfection and her lips were full and red. She was gorgeous and she was a murderess.

Droplets of blood were scattered over her white face and her blue eyes were shadowed with guilt. She squeezed her eyes shut to block out her reflection and bent down to splash cold water on her face, scrubbing roughly at the delicate skin. It's not like she hadn't done terrible things before. She was a scientist under the employ of Frieza. Her inventions for the lizard had caused many people their lives. This was no different. Just a means to an end. Besides she had killed men before, it didn't matter that it was only in self defense. She pushed the guilt away and concentrated on her future.

She lifted her head and dried her face with a clean towel. When she looked in the mirror all she saw was a beautiful woman.

Vegeta paced as he waited for Bulma to exit the bathroom, cursing himself for the hundredth time for the mess he was in. He paused in the middle of the room, his arms crossed over his chest as he thought back to yesterday and the start of his current dilemma.

~Flashback~

"I will not lower myself to participate in such a mockery." He practically shouted.

"But Vegeta we need to make this as real as possible. There can't be any doubt in their minds that we are mated." She pleaded.

"No." He roared aggressively and she could see a vein throbbing in his forehead.

"We can't have security poking around here if they get suspicious." She was trying to be reasonable but her temper was wearing thin.

"You ask to much, woman." Vegeta's pupils were pinpoints of flame, melting her with the sheer intensity of his anger.

"All you have to do is go into the room with me, kiss me until the lights are off and I will do the rest." She was getting frustrated with his stubbornness.

"Listen here you stupid excuse of a female, I will NOT do it." He hissed into her face.

The tenuous hold that Bulma had on her rising temper snapped and the flood gates that she had kept firmly closed on her pain for so many years gushed open. Without thought of her life she advanced on Vegeta with a snarl twisting on her lips and her eyes red with rage. She poked a stiff finger at the center of the prideful Prince's chest.

You will do it Prince." She snarled into his shocked face. "If you want to avenge your people."

"You can only manipulate me with that so much Bulma." He growled at her. "Besides the display in the cafeteria will be more than enough." Her sudden switch in behavior startled Vegeta, putting him on the defensive. His fingers itched to blow her away right on the spot, but he still needed her, much to his dismay. He refused to acknowledge the other primal urge that was clawing at his gut to toss her on the floor and take her right there. She was exquisite when she was enraged.

"It will never be enough." She screamed with rage. "It will never be enough until he is dead." She drove her hands into her hair, yanking viciously at in her fury. "It will never be enough until my mother's screams stop echoing in my head every night." Her face had gone dangerously red and she began to froth slightly from the mouth. Vegeta stepped back to avoid being sprayed while eyeing the infuriated woman curiously. The extent of her fury was amazing. "It will never be enough until he is bleeding at my feet begging for me to stop, like I begged him to." She was clawing at her bare arms now, caught in some distant memory of shame and horror, just barely buried under a thin line of sanity.

Just as it looked like the whirlwind of her emotions would tear her apart something clicked in her mind. A sheer veil of reason fell across her eyes and she steadied herself before him. In a soft voice that he had to strain to hear she spoke. "It will never be enough." She turned and escaped to her bedroom with those whispered words. Through the thick walls he could make out her sobs with his sensitive hearing before he retreated to the GR to train.

Vegeta knew of the horrors woman and even men faced in Frieza's court. The only reason he himself escaped the lecherous claws of the lizard was because Frieza needed him to do his dirty work and Vegeta's temperament was unstable at best. A frenzied outburst wouldn't harm Frieza but Vegeta might get himself killed and the Ice-jinn couldn't take the risk. More than one person had taken their life after spending the night with the Emperor and survival was a macabre dance that only the strongest could master.

The more beautiful the people the more horrific the treatment and the onna was a very beautiful woman as he had become acutely aware of during their "make out sessions" as she insisted on calling them. It took all of his monumental control to remain detached while what he really wanted to do was ravish her. The spicy scent of her arousal that perfumed the air when ever he neared her didn't help the situation either.

He dialed the gravity up to 100g's and gritted his teeth as the weight threatened to buckle his knees. He moved to the center of the room and began to steps of a graceful kata.

He had to give the woman credit where it was due, her invention was ingenious. He had only been training for a week and his strength had already tripled. He would have had to train for a year straight or nearly die before making that kind of leap normally. He supposed that he should be grateful to the woman for providing him with the opportunity to defeat his enemy.

He did have to admit, though it bereaved him to do so, that she did have a point. People only see what they expect to see, so the more solid their story the better. The last thing he needed were people nosing around the lab interrupting his training. He just hoped that Frieza didn't catch wind of his "mating" until he was strong enough to defeat him or the whole plan would come crumbing down on their heads.

He sighed as deeply as he could under the heavy gravity. He would carry out this farce until the end, and then he would throw himself into his training for the year. He pushed the image of Bulma's tortured countenance from his mind as he continued to train.

~End Flashback~

So now he found himself in this ridiculous situation, where he was going to pretend to bed a woman for the sole entertainment of a faceless audience. Being put on display like a performing monkey should have disturbed him more than it did, but the real problem was that he didn't know if he could stop once he started.

In his mind he didn't want this woman, she was a weak human and he suspected a little insane, one of those mad scientist types, but his body had other ideas. All of the other women he had bedded he could walk away from in mid rut and feel no ill effects, but a few kisses from her lips and his body was screaming for release like an inexperienced adolescent boy. It was all he could do to dump her on the couch and make it into the GR before doubling over with need.

She sashayed out of the bathroom, looking like a luscious cherry tart and he nearly groaned. Her revealing dress coupled with the throbbing bite mark on her neck proclaiming that she belonged to him, nearly undid his precious control. No hint of the fierce battle waging inside of him showed on his sculptured features or in his onyx eyes.

He pulled her into his embrace, intent on getting this over with as soon as possible. He drank deeply from her lips while yanking her dress down until it fell around her ankles, before tossing her roughly on the bed. He snarled inwardly at the thought of some pervert feasting their eyes on her bare beauty, but a show was what she wanted and a show was what she would get.

He stripped off his armor and suit unaffected by the thought of someone looking at his own nudity. His smoldering gaze never left the woman who was lying prone in his bed, dressed only in a red lace bra and panties, her sea blue tresses spread around her. Never had he seen such an engaging sight as her displayed in all her splendor.

He crawled slowly over her, shielding her from unwelcome eyes, as he let his heated skin slide sensuously against her cool flesh. He could smell her heavy arousal and hear her heart beat faster as he nuzzled her neck. He ran his fingers down her side until he gripped her hip, pulling her leg up to encircle his waist. He sank into her softness and he almost sighed with bliss. Bulma had no reservation about displaying her pleasure and moaned with need.

Damn Woman

He felt his treacherous tail wind is way around her thigh that he had hiked up and he shuddered when he felt her buck under him. The tip of his tail slid down the underside of her leg to draw near her moist center. He gritted his teeth, yanking it away and thought of the most deplorable images he could think off.

Frieza grinning at him lustily.

Nappa wearing a dress.

Yep that did it.

Back in control, he ran his tongue from the hollow of her throat to her breastbone, savoring her salty taste. She furrowed her fingers into his hair, her arms pushing up her breasts invitingly as she did so.

Unable to resist he latched his lips over one of the jutting peaks, sucking it lightly as he rolled it in his mouth. He felt the roughness of her lace bra on his tongue as her hands tightened their grasp on his mane and he could feel her wet heat against his thigh. He began to trail kisses down her abdomen, determined that if he had to participate in this, he would at least get to taste her. An insistent tugging of his hair made him look up to meet the panicked gaze of the onna. She was flushed not only with desire but embarrassment.

Understanding her discomfort he moved back up to cover her body with his own and claimed her lips in a heated kiss. He felt his iron clad control begin to bend and his groin stir to life. It was time to retreat before he ended up mated for life.

"Lights out." He barely rasped out after breaking their kiss. He rolled off her as the shadows descended on them, throwing one arm over his eyes. He very nearly pulled her back to him when he heard her groan with frustration.

Now that their voyeurs were blinded, they only had access to audio, which the woman would provide for them. She began to moan softly at first, causing him to lift his arm and look over at her. With his perfect night vision he could see her lying on her back with her head thrown back, letting the soft sounds flow over her swollen lips. Her cries became more insistent with time until it sounded like a woman in full orgasm. She was so utterly erotic that he had to clench his fists to stop himself from taking her right there. He was grinding his teeth together so hard he was sure that he was going to chip a molar.

When she was done, he was almost disappointed. He could still smell her need and he couldn't resist leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"If you need to take care of yourself, don't let me stop you." He didn't know what possessed him to say that, but the thought of her pleasuring herself in front of him nearly made him explode. She blushed in the dark and violently shook her head. She crept under the covers to make herself comfortable while he laid on top trying to calm his raging body.

He had to be the most provoking man she had ever met. They had been in the most intimate of positions, but he didn't even get aroused by her. Then he had the audacity to tell her that she could masturbate in front of him if she wanted to. She was already self conscious enough, and now he sat over there as calm as could be while taunting her about her lack of control.

What an ass.

Not everyone could be as detached as him. She knew she was a beautiful woman, but maybe something was wrong with her.

Yah, you are the wrong species or maybe he just doesn't like woman.

That made no sense. His file said nothing about him preferring men, and it went as so far as to say that he did on occasion indulge in the opposite sex of various species. So it must be her.

You need to stop obsessing about this and go to sleep Bulma.

She sighed and stared at the ceiling for what seemed hours, before she accepted the fact that she wasn't going to get any sleep. She snuck a peak at Vegeta, but he had his arm slung over his eyes and was breathing evenly. She couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not.

"Vegeta?" She asked softly.

"What?" He sounded pissed that she had bothered him.

"Sorry, I was just checking if you were awake." She said even more softly.

"Well I am now." He snapped.

She frowned at him in the dark. "Well you don't have to be so rude about it."

He sighed deeply as if she was some sort of cross that he had to bear. "What do you want woman?"

"I just thought we could talk." She sounded hurt.

"No." He bit out the word.

"Why?" Her voice raised a fraction along with her temper.

"Not now." He said meaningfully.

"Oh." She turned on her side so she faced him and scooted over so she was lying against him and whispered in his ear. "We can talk if we whisper. Their equipment isn't good enough to pick up low sounds."

He stiffened when he felt her slide up next to him. What is she doing now? Is she trying to kill me? He very nearly threw her off of him, but when she spoke he was frozen into inaction. Talk? She wanted to talk? To him? Vegeta rarely had a conversation beyond ordering Raditz and Nappa around or threatening anyone in his vicinity. He was intrigued.

He turned on his side to face her, so now their heads were only an inch apart. Adopting her same low tone he asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

She shrugged, "I don't know." She paused for a moment, thinking. "Tell me about your home world?" Her question caught him off guard and he had to take a moment to collect himself. He analyzed her question and decided that answering it would not do any harm. Besides she could research anything she wanted to know anyways.

"Vegeta was large barren planet." He stated.

She looked at him expectantly for a moment, before she realized that was all that he was going to say. "And?" She asked.

"And what woman?" He looked blankly at her.

"Can't you be more descriptive than that?" She prodded.

"Descriptive how?" His brow furled only slightly, giving the barest hint that he was confused.

She decided to help him out a bit. "What color was the sky? What kind of plants and animals did it have? What did your house look like?"

"Violet. Mostly cacti type plants and large basilisks. I lived in a palace." Almost like an afterthought he added. "It was red."

She sighed. Obviously making conversation was not one of the Prince's skills. "Okaaay. How about if I describe my planet to you?" He nodded curtly.

"I lived on a planet called Earth. It's mostly water, so from space it looks like a blue gem. Most of the surface is lush and green, but we have our deserts too. We have this one desert called Death Valley and it gets up to 130 degrees." Her eyes were wide as she cited the number. To her that was unbearably hot.

He snorted. "On Vegeta a mild day was 130 degrees." She gasped and he almost smiled at her surprise. "Saiyans are more comfortable in the heat, but you weaklings need cooler climes." She huffed at his comment.

Catching on to what she wanted he went on to elaborate about his home. "The palace was red because it was carved from Kerithiam, the stone that made our deserts the same color. When the three suns set it looked like the whole planet was on fire."

She smiled at him. "That sounds beautiful; I would have loved to have seen it."

They fell silent for a moment, both remembering their homes. Their memories were dusty, but they would never be forgotten. Finally Bulma spoke again.

"What were your parents like?" She asked innocently.

He glared at her for a moment. Thinking that she was trying to trap him somehow, but then he remember that she was a genius and if she wanted any information on the King and Queen she could just crack open their sealed files.

He shrugged. "I remember that my father was impossibly tall and that my mother was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Beyond that I don't remember much."

She frowned, she knew from his file that he had been removed from his home when he was ten, so she was sure he knew more, but she decided not to push it.

"I miss my parents very much. My father was a scientist like me. I remember thinking that he was the smartest man in the whole world. My mom was beautiful too and she made the best chocolate chip cookies ever." She smiled at the memory.

"What are chocolate chip cookies? He asked curiously.

"Well chocolate is sweet and it melts in your mouth and a cookie is kinda like a sherita. Chocolate is a delicacy that is served at court now. It is one of the main exports from Earth now that the Nori has taken over. That and silk." Her eyes took on a distant sadness. Vegeta knew that the Nori were the race who had taken up occupancy on Earth after it had been purged.

"Well at least your planet still exists." His voice was gruff and stern. She looked at him like he had struck her, but then a small smile curved on her lips.

"Your right. At least my planet is still there." She may be the last of her kind, but her home still existed. Vegeta was only one of three left and his planet was completely annihilated. It is hard to feel sorry for yourself when you are looking at someone who was as bad or worse off then you.

"Maybe I will make you some cookies sometime." She grinned at him, catching him off guard with her abrupt change of mood, yet again.

"Hn."

She was starting to get drowsy and she could feel her eyes dropping. "Well goodnight, Vegeta." She whispered before drifting off to sleep.

"Goodnight, Bulma." Said the Prince as he watched her sleep.