Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Balance ❯ Unhinged ( Chapter 3 )

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Crapola! I messed up!!!! I set the story to before Goku came back and ten I went and gave Vegeta information on the android. Crap! I'm surprised that no one noticed but anyways hers the deal. I have made the decision to place this story after Goku returns home from Namek. Sorry for the confusion!

***Little citrusy watch out (nothing too bad I think nor too hot but whatever I'll warn ya anyway)! Don't read if you'll be offended.

Last time on Balance:

"Here's the deal. The gravity goes off you when you say the words `I'm Sorry.' That's all I'm asking you for a simple apology."

"Like hell, whore, I'll just blast this thing to HFIL."

"Oh, and don't try to break the GR to get out of it. Besides the fact that it would be a bitch to fix; since the last little mishap when the thing exploded I added a few layers of an alloy I developed myself. I am a genius after all so the alloy will reflect your ki blasts and even if you did manage to have enough strength to throw a punch it's strong enough to withstand a punch from Goku. So the only way you're getting out of here is by apology. I might let you out when I get home out of sympathy but I won't be until morning, so tough luck and have fun."

And with that the image was gone.

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Bulma was up against a wall. Which was good because her entire body currently felt like jelly. She was currently having the most mind blowing kiss. His tongue was in her mouth playing with Bulma's as it examined every crevice of her mouth. His hands ran down her form, settling on her hips. He fisted the fabric and with one swift motion he ripped the dress, which was more than likely worth more than him, off her. She could feel somehow his need to see her naked. Bulma felt it pool at her feet as he attacked her neck, nipping and licking in intervals. Want, no utter need coursed through her. She moaned. She heard her make out partner chuckle. His mouth went up to suck on her earlobe as his hands began to play games against her thighs and stomach almost but not quite going to the place in between. Her hands dug into his hair, his lovely, soft, thick gravity defying hair. He seemed pleased by this reaction-

Wait, gravity defying hair?

"Vegeta," she questioned in a small voice.

"Yes onna," he answered in an annoyed voice. Apparently he did not like to be interrupted.

With a start Bulma woke. She sat clear up in bed. The sudden movement awoke the sleeping Yamcha who turned his head to look at her.

"Something wrong, babe," he asked sleepily.

"Nightmare, I don't remember what it was about though" she said wondering if the guilt was clearly etched on her face. Yamcha did not seem to notice because he simply flipped back over and slept again.

Bulma looked over at the alarm clock next to her lover's bed. Hoping that it was time for work, there was no way she was going to sleep again. Not when her tricky subconscious was producing dreams like that. It read 4:30. Too early for her tastes but now she didn't really have a choice did she have?

As she showered she came to the conclusion that the dream was the result of two things. One) her not getting any the night before. After dinner they had decided to go dancing. Although most times the blaring rhythmic music and the movement of bodies around them usually acted as an aphrodisiac this time it served to tire an already training exhausted Yamcha. As soon as they got back to his apartment he had fallen asleep on the bed. Bulma had changed into some of the clothes she always left at his place for good measure and had climbed in beside him, still hot and bothered.

Two) what had happened in the kitchen the day before. She had been affected more than she wished. It was supposed to be a game but she had left the room feeling as though she should have kissed him. Which was a preposterous notion considering that she was dating Yamcha and the Saiya-jin beast was not attracted to her. The only reason she had rendered him speechless she had supposed was because he was surprised for one and secondly she was a very beautiful woman. Even if he was not attracted to her per say, any man would have the same reaction if they had a gorgeous woman coming on to them.

Or at least that was what she thought. Frankly thinking about it now, she did not understand why he did not just rip off her hand for touching his princeliness or whatever.

Bulma stepped out of the shower and dried off. She giggled at the thought of Veggie-head trapped under all that gravity with his only way out to be to swallow his pride. She knew once he apologized his pride would be too hurt to go anyway near her. And if he did try to kill she would threaten to broadcast that confession of guilt across the entire earth and into space. Yep there was nothing he could do to her.

Or so she thought.

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Vegeta stared at the blank ceiling. Angry could not describe what he was feeling. No he had gone past anger into blind blood rage. He had been tricked. The prince of all Saiya-jins had been trapped by a woman's who's greatest talent, as far as he could see, was the ability to paint her nails and dress in the way that would attract the most human males. Obviously he had underestimated the onna, but this was not something he was about to admit any time soon. Just like that apology.

So how was he going to be able to get out of this one? Vegeta could barely lift his arms let alone punch or kick through the walls. A ki blast was the best bet. However the words of the hologram echoed in his mind. So he could not hit the walls because she had inlaid them with some special metal. There was something calling for his attention in the back of his mind. Something the onna had said a few weeks ago, after the last explosion.

"You are so lucky, monkey boy, that the control panel was hardly damaged. Do you realize how long that programming took me? It would have taken me months to replace."

At the time he had just grunted and ignored it but did that mean that the control panel did not possess the same protection that the walls did. No not even the onna would be that stupid, but maybe that forgetful.

He shot a weak blast towards the giant computer, hoping for the best. The blast bounced off it then onto the wall which reflected it. He watched as the little yellow ball bounced around the room for a few minutes before fizzling out.

Although the ki blast did not destroy the artificial gravity it did however cause another hologram to appear.

The onna again this time dressed in what she left the house in. A lavender dress with thin off the shoulder straps; slit to the upper thigh; a daring neckline. Her hair was done up where she showed off a bare and utterly alluring neck and her makeup was light but attractive. The way her body was on display in the dress was just enough to make most men drool but Vegeta was more likely to blast her into oblivion at the moment.

"Hey, Veggie-chan. I'm in a hurry so I'll make this fast. I kind of figured out late you might attack my control panel thinking that I hadn't protected it. Well clearly you were wrong. Just apologize and save us all some time. And before I go- Naaaaaaaaaaah." She stuck her tongue out at him but instead of dissipating the image stayed like a three dimensional still, mocking him.

Vegeta did not like to be ridiculed and being imprisoned definitely was not his favorite past time either. This whole situation was far too like that of when he was in the employment of Frieza. Even now Vegeta's fury was twisting the image of the earth girl into the much hated ice-jin. Mocking him and spitting on his empty crown. How he had wanted to kill it but that boy had gotten there first. Stealing his revenge, his right as the prince of his race to avenge their deaths. And then there was the woman whose coloring and contemptuous remarks could easily remind him of both. And Kakkarot, he would not even start on him although his hate for the only one left of his race burned more brightly than the others.

All these angers came to a head and if only for a second a barrier was broken and black eyes became blue as black hair became gold. But it faded away leaving the prince new confidence in his quest and a way to remove himself from this gravitational incarceration. After he got out he would torture the woman slowly before killing her for her trespasses against him. Her screams would be amusing.

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Bulma pulled into Capsule Corp at precisely 8:30 AM. Her schedule would permit her to check up on Vegeta once before she went to work. She was practically skipping over her victory of the almighty prince as she walked across the yard to the place she knew the GR was kept. She did not give a second thought to the feeling that was telling her she was being spied on.

She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight in front of her. Her normally pale visage turned ashen when she saw the door of the GR blown straight off the hinges.

He was out and suddenly paying attention to the way the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, he was watching her. Every instinct in her told her one thing. Run.

Bulma took off in the opposite direction from which the feeling was coming from shrieking every obscenity she had ever learned and a few she did not know she knew.

Vegeta followed the woman thoroughly enjoying the hunt. He could technically go faster and easily could catch her but he wanted to draw out this terror for as long as possible. A sick smile curled on his face when she ducked into the house. The fool didn't she know that she would be trapped like a rat? Not bothering with the door knob he simply incinerated the door.

Bulma ran through the house knowing there was no place she could hide. She was trapped like a mouse. "I am such an idiot," she murmured realizing her mistake. Those stupid hinges. The ones on the door, the only place she had not covered with the alloy. She couldn't make them out of the metal. If she did the door would not have opened due to the property of the metal to swell with any sort of friction. But how had Vegeta known that? Not a question to answer now.

She tried to think of happier things wanting her last thoughts to be on the joy of life and not her murderer. Bulma briefly wondered how she had gotten this far in heels. As if on queue and perhaps because Murphy's Law has a funny way of catching up on us. The heel to one of her shoes snapped. Bulma fell to the ground with a shriek of pain. She tried to get up only to find herself on the ground again in pain. Great to top it all off, she had twisted, maybe even broken her ankle. She shut her eyes tightly in fear of whatever would come next.

She knew Vegeta and her death were close she could feel footsteps come closer and closer.

"Hey, Bulma why are you on the ground?" The voice was familiar and slightly childish. She peeked a look only to find not the Saiya-jin prince but Goku in front of her. Immediately a smile broke onto her face and relieved tears clouded her eyes.

"Goku," she said unable to stop smiling, "I think I twisted my ankle. Could you carry me to sick bay?"

"Sure Bulma," he said and bent down to carry her bridal style. As he turned they both came face to face with a very much enraged prince.

Bulma first tried to struggle out of Goku's hold but finding herself unable to do so with her childhood friend hold her so tightly, she buried her face in his shoulder.

Vegeta for reasons unknown to him felt a twinge of anger at seeing Kakkarot holding the woman so.

"Hey Vegeta! I was just coming over to spar when I found Bulma," he said not just yet noticing the tension between the two but then again Goku did not notice much of anything. "Just let me take her to the doctors and- "

"There will be no need for you to take her, third class," he said sinisterly. Still Goku did not get it.

"Oh so you will? That's good `cuz I still need to stretch-"

"I will be taking her no place."

"What but you just said . . .?"

"He's going to kill me," Bulma whimpered as she buried herself deeper in his shoulder. She was trembling now.

Goku narrowed his eyes at her reaction and words. He was fiercely protective of his surrogate big sister even if did not show constantly. She had been the one to raise him and care for him since he was thirteen. She was his best friend and anyone who hurt her would suffer his wrath.

"Is that true, Vegeta?"

The Saiya-jin Prince nodded, "I have a right. She attacked my pride for the last time."

"What did she do," Goku asked suddenly he saw the prince stiffen. Vegeta did not speak. He was not going to tell anyone what happened, least of all the third class baka.

"If you won't tell me what happened. I guess I still have to take her to the sick-bay." Vegeta growled but did not stop him. Although his power level had grown, Kakkarot was still by comparison oceans away. And from the dangerous look in Kakkarot's eyes he knew if tried anything he would be killed, no more questions. So he followed him all the while giving the onna menacing looks. She squeaked every time she looked up.

Goku briefly wondered about the boy from the future's prophecy. If instances like this were happening, would it ever come true? Not if the two future parents had anything to say about it, it wouldn't. He was going to have to meddle it seemed. Bulma and Vegeta both felt a shiver go down their spines.

Bulma indeed had a twisted ankle, but not a bad one. She would have to stay off her feet for at least a week and a half. Goku carried her to the couch after she had had her ankle wrapped and made sure she was comfortable, Vegeta followed ominously glowering threateningly at both of them. They left to spar and Bulma decided she needed some television to calm herself from the adrenaline rush of nearly being killed.

A/N:

I'd like to begin with a note to debbiechan: Firstly I am totally honored you reviewed me so positively. I love absolutely all the stuff u write. It's very beautiful. Thanks for the input! That's exactly what reviews are for. I agree with you on the notes inside the chapter. They will now mysteriously disappear. TA-DA! And I am glad someone caught that tidbit in the first chappy and laughed at it. Muchos Gracias, chica.

And I'd also like to thank my other Reviewers:

Mlf: I have to agree about Yamcha. Ick. >< but they have been together for over a decade. I have no doubt in my mind they have done it even if I try to not think about it.

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