Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty Within The Beast ❯ Funny Moments ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, but I’m gonna keep borrowing it for awhile. They amuse me =3
The next month went by agonizingly slow for Bulma. While the other girls kept them selves busy by sparing with each other, or with the boys when they weren't training in the GR, Bulma had nothing to do. The first day she had free to herself she spent exploring the castle, it was like something out of a fairy tale. Did they even have Disney movies on other planets? If so that's where the inspiration for this place came from. She was right about the entire place having just one theme, white with gold trimming. At first she had been annoyed at the fact that every room was decorated the same, but then as the weeks dragged on she started getting used to it. And for those rare hours when the sun was up, it made the castle sparkle and come to life.
Yes, she was slowly falling in love with the place.
One day, after thinking she was going to lose her mind from the boredom, she decided that she wasn't happy with the room she had been staying in on the ground floor, so she set off on a new journey to find a room that was more suitable to her tastes. About an hour into her quest she came across a room on the third floor that was defiantly fit for a Princess. The high arched ceiling was made of glass, just like the one down on the ballroom, giving her a perfect view of the stars. The canopy bed was just as big as the one she had on Airzin's ship, and she was esthetic to feel that it was soft; her body would never forgive her if she didn't move in here and away from that lumpy bed that was down stairs. There were huge glass French style doors that led out to a balcony over looking the forest below, and for a moment she stood on the balcony in the night air, enjoying the chilling breeze that washed over her body.
For a moment she pretended that she was back home, on her own balcony, listening to the sounds of the city below as the winter wind drifted over her. She closed her eyes and she could see the Christmas lights, mixed in with the lights of the city. She could hear the beeping cars and the people as they laughed and walked down the streets, trying to find that perfect gift for their loved ones. She could smell cinnamon and hot cocoa in the air, the pine trees that littered the city; hell, she could even small the exhaust from the cars. The last two months hadn't happened and she was safe and sound.
For a moment, she was home.
"You'll catch your death out here, Onna." She screamed and fell backwards at the sound of the voice, hurting her still broken hand in the process. Looking up from her position on the floor she saw the Prince, staring down at her with an eyebrow raised in question.
"Good God, could you not do that? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Leaning against the marble railing, he smirked down at her. "And aren't you supposed to be training anyway? What are you doing up here?" She pulled her self up holding her injured hand to her chest and dusted the snow off her bottom. It didn't help much; the cold was now seeping through her clothes and she could feel the chill start to penetrate her bones.
"It is time for my run. I just happened to see you up here and figured you needed to be scolded like a child. It is entirely too cold for you to be out here without the proper clothes on Onna; I will not have you freeze to death on this God forsaken planet." Crossing her arms over her chest, she couldn't contain the small smile that graced her lips.
"Well thanks for worrying about me, but I'm fine. I'm going back in in a minute."
"Worried? Hardly. If you dropped dead this minute I couldn't care less. But I'd much rather have you alive to take care of that gravity chamber of yours, should it start to malfunction."
"Wow Vegeta, you sure know a way to a woman's heart."
"Though her chest cavity, of course."
It took her a minute to figure out that he was joking. Granted it was a dark joke, but a joke nonetheless. The Prince of all Saiyan's was making a funny, how about that? She would have missed it had it not been for the glint behind his eyes. Chuckling a little, she playfully hit him on the arm with her good hand and resumed looking out over the forest below.
"You know, you’re not so bad once you get passed the whole arrogant ass thing."
"You should remember who you're specking to before you call them names Onna, I am royalty and I demand to be treated as such."
"And you forget, oh great one, that I am royalty too; but you don't see me demanding everyone to bow to my every whim. You need to learn how to relax a bit, all that tension can't be good for your health."
"Unfortunately, I do not have the luxury of 'relaxing' like some mud ball Princess. Or have you forgotten that there's only ten months left before Frieza comes looking for your ass?"
"Number one, again, Earth is NOT a mud ball, you jackass. Number two; there isn't a second that don't remember that fact. But whatever's going to happen is going to happen. I have no control over it, so why worry?"
He turned his head slightly to look at her. She was shivering almost uncontrollably, yet she refused to move from her spot leaning on the railing next to him. He could see even in the moonlight that she was turning blue. Was she mad? She had said herself that humans were not built to stand against harsh environments such as this, yet here she stood, unmoving and not one complaint had escaped her lips. She was not afraid of the future either. He had grown used to the smell of fear emanating from others, yet as he reminded her of the tyrant that was no doubt going to try and take her life, he didn't smell a drop of fear on her.
"Are you not afraid of death?" She turned away from him to look out over the forest. He could see her teeth chattering behind her lips.
"I don't know. ...I guess, but if I can't do anything to change it, why bother worrying? I've done everything I can to stop it. I've built you the GR, and I'll stay on top of it to make sure it functions at a hundred percent. Hell I'll even try to think of ways to upgrade it with the limited resources I have, beyond that what can I do? I am not a fighter, unless you want to debate me then I'll kick your ass, and I have the ki signature of a rat, according to Kakarrot. There's nothing I can do about that, so sitting here chewing my nails and tearing my hair out will do nothing. I just have to put my faith in you. I trust you to protect me from him."
He was glad that she was not looking at him; otherwise she might have seen the utter shock on his face. Other then his pack mates, he had never before heard anyone tell him that they trusted him. His entire life had been about death and carnage. He was the monster that mothers told their children about at night; he was the bringer of death, the destroyer of worlds, and yet, this little human trusted him with her life? Foolish must be her middle name.
"Well, I've enjoyed this little talk of ours, Prince, but if I don't get inside and thaw out I'm going to be a Bulma sickle and your GR will NEVER get upgraded." She pulled back from the railing to say goodnight, but he had to most unusual look on his face, like he was thinking hard about something. For the first time she noticed how handsome he was. Sure she always knew he was cute, but without the harsh scowl on his face she really noticed his looks.
I wonder what he would look like if he actually smiled. I bet he would be beautiful.
He came out of his thoughts and nodded at her.
"Well, goodnight, Prince." She walked inside the castle and closed the doors to the balcony. He waited until he was sure she was inside and out of earshot before he answered her back.
"Goodnight, Princess." He flew off into the night sky without looking back.
/
"No, no wait, you're going about it the wrong way. Here, watch me again." Kakarrot stood in front of the raven-haired beauty and demonstrated once again how to properly take down an enemy. For the last month he had been teaching her new techniques and stances, and he had enjoyed every single second. He had grown quite attached to the little human. His crush on Bulma seemed to fade away as he spent more and more time with ChiChi.
There was just something about her...
"Now, when he lunges at you, I want you to duck and ram your elbow upwards into his stomach, then when he bends down bring it down on his kidney; that should bring him all the way down. Then land a good solid kick to his head, preferably closer to the neck."
"That might kill someone though." She said as she watched him go through the movements. He was defiantly something beautiful to watch.
"That's kinda the idea. Look I don't like killing anymore then you do, but this is a matter of life and death, and I'm not ashamed to say that I'd pick my life and the life of my pack mates over someone else's. I know when you trained it was just for the fun of martial arts, but this is different. There might come a time when you need to defend yourself and your friends. You have to learn to overcome the sickness you feel at the thought of killing."
She knew he meant well, but all this talk about killing literally made her sick. She could feel her stomach twisting into knots. It was not a pleasant feeling. But he was right; this was life and death and a war was coming. The Ice-jin empire would not go down without a fight, and even though the Saiyan's would be doing most of the dirty work, there was no doubt that there would come a time that she would have to fight as well.
She felt Nappa’s eyes on her as she swallowed the bile rising in the back of her throat. They were in the ballroom, a few feet away from the gravity room where Raditz and Vegeta were training now. Ophelia had volunteered to cook the lunch for them that Nappa had just bright back from his run, and God only knew where Bulma was, so it was just the three of them. Nappa had not said anything to her, but she could feel his eyes boring into the back of her skull from where he stood behind her. He was thinking the same thing Kakarrot was, she knew it, that she was weak and couldn't handle herself.
Well, she'd show them.
"Fine, show me one more time, and I'll have you on your ass next." She said confidently. A smirk graced his lips, as if daring her to try it, and she couldn't stop the feeling of anticipation that crawled under her skin. She couldn't wait to prove them both wrong. She watched again as he slowly went through the moves once more, then stood up, waiting for her attack. He had taken off his armor and was left in only his black spandex body suit. She could see the well-defined muscles that covered every inch of his skin. The man was a God; one that was about to fall from his white cloud.
She crouched down into a defensive stance and waited. He didn't make a move at first, expecting her to charge at him, but then she beckoned him forward with her hand and returned his smirk. His little raven was daring him. A volt of energy shot through his body and oddly enough, he found himself aroused by her challenge. Well, if she wanted to play, he'd play.
He waited a moment longer before making his move, attacking her head on, but at the last second he phased out of sight and reappeared next to her. She felt him there and turned around to block the punch she thought was coming, only to have her legs swept out from underneath her. As she fell she flipped over and pushed herself back up on her feet. He had phased out of sight again, but she was starting to get used to his fighting style. She had trained almost every day for a month with the burly Saiyan, and she knew what he was going to do next. She ducked just in time as an arm circled the air where her head had been a second ago, and as she came back up she forced her elbow into his stomach. He let out a soft 'oomph' as he dubbed over, and before he could move she brought it back down again on his kidney. He went down all right, and as he hit his knees she rounded a kick to his head, but his hand shot out and stopped her foot just an inch or two away from his skull.
He twisted her foot and sent her on her back on the floor where she hit her head on the marble. Her vision blurred for a second before it came back and she scrambled to her feet. Just as she got into a defensive crouch again she saw him straighten himself and do the same. They stared at each other for what seemed like years before he phased out of sight again. She ducked, expecting him to try and grab her from behind again, but instead he appeared right in front of her and punched her as lightly as he could in the stomach. It was a light tap, but it still sent her flying backwards through the air, she hit the ground back first then flipped over on her face. For a second he was afraid that he had hit her too hard and was about to go to her side, when she pushed her self up and got back into her stance. A small trail of blood trickled down her lip from where she hit it on the floor. He had the most unexpected urge to go to her and lick it.
As his mind tried to process this new thought ChiChi saw his eyes cloud and made her move, she rushed at him head on, then at the last second as his eyes came back into focus she dogged left and rammed her head into his side knocking him over. As he stumbled over she brought her knee up and rammed it into his stomach, then she held her fists together and brought them down on the back of his head, knocking him to the floor. For one second she rejoiced in her head. She had brought a Saiyan down. Then the next thing she knew, she was on her back with said Saiyan grinning down at her. She pushed down the urge to scream in frustration.
"Not bad for a human, you actually managed to knock me to the floor, twice." His hands held her wrists down at her sides while he straddled her hips. She was about to open her mouth to shoot back a smart-ass remark when she noticed the possession they were in. She felt heat rise to her face.
He watched her blush with fascination. The red hue on her cheeks just made her look even more beautiful to him. This little creature had a strange effect on him.
Even though his fellow pack mates considered him ignorant, he was in no way, shape or form unaware of the opposite sex. He was not the virgin most mistook him to be. He had never been one to sleep around a lot, but there had been a few woman in his past that he had had feelings for, and what better way to express those feelings then with your body? So no, he was not ignorant when it came to this sort of thing. But he had never felt the feelings that were coursing through his body right now. He could read the thoughts running through her eyes at the moment. She was defiantly attracted to him, then he realized he didn't need to read her eyes, he could smell her arousal in the air. He dipped his head down to hers before he could form the thought of kissing her in his head. She stiffened for a second beneath him, but then she relaxed and shyly kissed him back. He smirked against her lips.
"If you two are going to fuck, may I suggest getting a room?" Nappa's voice made them jump away from each other, blushing at his vulgar words, ChiChi got up and left the room without a word. Kakarrot turned his seething eyes on the older man.
"Couldn't you have just shut the hell up and left the room, Nappa?" The older man grinned at his young friend.
"Now where would have been the fun in that?"
/
Bulma was a genius, everyone knew this, but not everyone knew that there was a fine line between genius and insanity. Her bout of cabin fever was starting to affect her mind. She wandered around the third floor staring down at her feet, wondering why her boots didn’t make a squeaking noise against the marble.
Damn, she really was starting to lose it. She decided that being alone was not a smart move at the moment. She could feel herself slipping away.
Her conversation with Vegeta last night had been refreshing, she hadn’t talked much to the others in the last month, everyone seem to be busy training one in one way or another. But twenty minutes of Human/Saiyan interaction wasn’t enough to bring her back from the brink of madness she could feel coming on. Bulma was a genius, and geniuses needed to work.
She slipped down into the kitchen, knowing that since it was lunch time SOMEONE was going to be in there cooking. She had volunteered to cook once, the first week after the GR was built, but cooking had never really been her forte. Needless to say she was band from ever going near the stove again, Vegeta had even followed up with a mutilation promise if he ever caught her in the kitchen unsupervised.
She slipped into the kitchen to find the girls already in there; Ophelia was moving massive amounts of food around in a few different pans on the equally massive stove. The kitchen was designed like it was for an upscale restaurant back home, with four industrial sized ovens, a giant solid metal grill and a stove with eight burners. The previous residents must have held a lot of parties here.
Well of course, this IS a castle, so the previous residents must have been royalty. I bet that grand ballroom saw some elegant parties, or if we stick to the fairy tail theme, ‘Balls’. I bet Cinderella was here once.
"Oh God, Ophelia, I've never been so embarrassed in my life! I mean I enjoyed it, but then Nappa had to ruin the whole thing!"
"What happened?" Bulma asked as she walked up to the two of them. ChiChi was standing next to Ophelia, leaning against the counter with her face buried in her hands. They both turned to look at her when she spoke, and she could see the shit-eating grin on Ophelia's face, while ChiChi looked like a tomato she was so red.
Well, this is going to be good.
So the next fifteen minutes were occupied with ChiChi's story about what happened when they were training today, and when she was finished it took everything that Bulma had in her not to double over in laughter. It worked for the first minute, but then she couldn't take the mortified look on ChiChi's face any longer and fell to the floor in a fit of giggles.
"It's not funny, Bulma!" ChiChi stomped her foot and clenched her fists at her sides, looking much like a four year old in a temper tantrum. At that point Ophelia joined the blue haired woman in her laughter. Once Bulma had a chance to collect herself she stood and wrapped her arms loosely around the pissed woman in a sort of apology. She pulled back from her after a minute to look her in the face.
"Oh ChiChi, I really didn't mean to make you upset, but come on, if that was either of us you would have been laughing to. But besides Nappa's rude interruption, this is fantastic! I know you like him, so what's the big deal?" She pulled her raven-haired friend over to the small chefs table that rested at the side of the stove.
"I just didn't like the comment Nappa made, like all that was, was Kakarrot wanting to...you know...with me. And I'm not that kind of girl. If that's all he wants then this is going to stop right now."
"Girl, who cares if that's all he wants? We have almost a year left trapped on this planet with nothing to do but fight, train and fuck. They're all hot, even Nappa in his own way, so why not have a little fun while we wait to die?" Ophelia words carried over to them and made ChiChi blush even harder and turn her head the other way. It all clicked for Bulma then.
"ChiChi, this is really none of my business, but are you a virgin?" The horrified look on the other woman's face was the only answer she needed. "That's nothing to be ashamed of hun, but, really how did you make it to twenty three a virgin?"
"That's what I wanna know." Ophelia said and she removed one of the pans from the stove.
"Look, I just never found the right guy. My father was a great martial artist back on Earth, he was considered one of the strongest men on the planet, second only to his master. When you're the daughter of a man like that, it's very hard to get boys to come around in the first place, then the ones that did were just so, wrong. Some were too sweet, some were there only because they were fans of my fathers, some just thought they were God's gift to women. But they were all only after the same thing, and I'm not willing to give that up to just any guy, no matter how much I like them."
Bulma admired her for her will power. She sometimes wished she had saved herself for the right man. But she was proud at how long she had made Yamcha wait. They had started dating when she was sixteen, and it had been her eighteenth birthday when she had given him her virginity. Two years was a long time by anyone’s standards, that's why she was so sure that he had been the one for her. He had waited so long for her, and had never pressured her into anything she didn't want to do, and he constantly proclaimed his love for her.
Looking back now, she wondered how many women he had slept with during their relationship. Is that how he managed to wait two years for her? Was he getting it from someone on the side then too?
She shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"ChiChi, I understand what you're saying and I respect it. Just do me a favor and don't write off Kakarrot for something that Nappa said. That boy is sweet on you, I know it, so just give him a chance before slamming that door ok?" She looked thoughtful for a moment, and then nodded slowly.
"I, I really do wanna stick with my morals, but I really like him too."
"Then no worries, everything will work out fine." Bulma reached across the small table and took the other woman's hand in hers, smiling reassuringly. ChiChi smiled back.
"Well, now that the little love fest is over, one of you harpies run out there and inform the men that lunch is ready." Ophelia called over to them as she walked with a tray of food into the dining room.
"I'll do it." Bulma volunteered. She wanted to give ChiChi as much time as she could to prepare herself to face Kakarrot again.
/
"Fuck!" Raditz dogged left but it was too late, the ki ball struck him in the ribs, burning his flesh and knocking him into the wall. They had been at it for over five hours now; they had not stopped once for anything. Vegeta took his training very seriously, and he had decided that Raditz needed to do the same.
But he was not up to par with the Prince, and he was feeling very close to collapsing, and Vegeta knew it. He could feel his Prince's anger in the back of his mind, but there was something behind it, something that Vegeta was trying to keep hidden, and he was doing a very good job at it.
He refocused on the battle at hand, successfully dodging another ki blast that had been sent his way.
"About time you fucking missed one, I was starting to think you liked the smell of charcoaled flesh." Vegeta taunted as he hovered a few feet from Raditz. He knew he was in trouble. He didn't want to admit that he was done for, but he knew that he could not hold his own for much longer. Vegeta had beaten him bloody, and he was starting to feel the affects. He had to stop this before he wound up dead.
"Vegeta, I need a break, I can't keep this up." He lowered himself to the ground, but he looked back up just in time to get out of the way of a flying fist.
"A break? What kind of Saiyan are you? I know that you are the weakest of our little pack, but I had no idea that you couldn't even handle sparing." Raditz, for a second, was genuinely hurt by his words, but he covered it up quickly. The last thing he needed was Vegeta getting on him about being emotionally weak as well.
"You know your much stronger then me. I know I have to catch up, but I can't do that if I'm dead!"
"The closer to dead you are the better, or have you forgotten that we grow stronger after every fight?"
"Vegeta, please-"
"ENOUGH! Fight me like a man!" Vegeta charged right at him. Raditz managed to dodge his attacks for a few minutes, but then Vegeta got in one good punch to his face and send him flying across the floor. He tried to get up when he felt the heat of a ki blast heading his way, but he couldn't move. His body was done for. The last thing he saw before the darkness took him was a brilliant flash of blue, and his Prince flying towards him.
/
Bulma was almost skipping as she made her way across the castle to the ballroom. She was so happy for her friends! It was just a feeling she had, but somehow she knew everything was going to work out okay between those two.
She found Nappa and Kakarrot in a heated spar next to the gravity room. She could barely make out their forms, they were blurring in and out of sight. She stood there for a few moments and watched them, and then she started hearing a few of the words they were yelling back and forth at each other. She caught 'too slow' and 'inconsiderate bastard' and 'fucked your mother'. At that point she decided that that was enough.
"Hey boys!" She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled as loud as she could at the fighting pair. They stopped mid air, Nappa had Kakarrot in a chokehold and had a fist full of his unruly hair in his hand. Kakarrot had Nappa's tail in his hands and was biting his forearm. She tried so hard to hold in her laughter, but she still had some built up from earlier and couldn't stop it.
"I dof fee ws fo funfe." Kakarrot tried to talk without removing his teeth from Nappa's arm, but he failed miserably. It only caused Bulma to laugh harder at the two. Nappa, deciding that he was too old for this shit, dropped Kakarrot down to the ground and walked away from the whole situation.
"Hey wait! I came to tell you guys lunch is ready!" Bulma called after him between fits of giggles.
"Then I'll be in the dining room." He called back. Kakarrot, meanwhile, was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking very much like a kicked puppy. She couldn't help herself; she walked over to him and patted him on the head.
"There there, the big scary man is gone now." The glair he gave her was Vegeta worthy. She sat down next in front of him.
"Look, there's no need to pout, she likes you too you know." His face turned the same lovely shade of tomato red that ChiChi's did minutes earlier.
"How did you-"
"ChiChi told us what happened, and even a blind fool could see you two had a thing for each other."
"Gee I don't know, she looked pretty upset when she left." He scratched the back of his head like he always did, but the frown that was on his face just didn't belong there. He should always be smiling when he did that.
"That's cause Nappa was rude. She's just embarrassed that he saw you two."
"You think?"
"Yes. Now I'm going to ask you a very serious question, and you are going to answer me truthfully, got it?" He swallowed and nodded. "Good. What are your intentions towards ChiChi?" He looked confused for a second.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean are you interested in HER or are you only interested in what you can get FROM her?" She jumped for joy when she saw the realization in his eyes.
"Look Bulma, I'm no angel, but I really do like ChiChi. I'm not going to sit here and lie and say I haven't thought about it. But that isn't what I'm after if that's what you're asking." Her affection for the man grew three sizes that day.
"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Cause I mean, if you did anything to hurt her in ANY way, I'd be forced to invent a laser beam that could sever a Saiyan's testicles from twenty feet away. You get what I'm saying?" She patted his leg harder then usual to get her point across. His face changed from red from embarrassment to blue from fear, and he nodded fervently.
"Y-yes ma'am, I get it." She was glad he did. Maybe she hadn't known these women for that long, but she already cherished the friendship they had formed. She wasn't going to let some horny Saiyan hurt her friend.
She wasn't sure yet, but she had a feeling that she was going to have to have this talk with Raditz as well, and soon.
"Okay then, we need to get your comrades out of the GR for-" The door to the GR slid up as she talked, and out of the door came Vegeta, looking all banged up and bloody, dragging a much worse looking Raditz.
"Raditz!" Kakarrot and Bulma yelled at the same time. They rushed over to his side as Vegeta set him down on the floor and fell to his knees next to him.
"He needs...a...tank." Vegeta was breathing heavily and could barely get the words out. Bulma looked from Vegeta back down at Raditz, then up to Kakarrot, who was lifting his brother’s unconscious body into his arms.
"I'll run ahead and get a tank ready. Vegeta stay here, I'll be back for you." She didn't bother to wait for a response from him as she ran out of the room and down towards the medical room. She passed ChiChi on the hall.
"Bulma wa-"
"Raditz and Vegeta are hurt!" She yelled as she ran passed her, she could hear her friend running the other way to meat with Kakarrot. She ran into the medical room and switched on the closest tank and started programing it. She had just finished as Kakarrot came running in the room, ChiChi hot on his heals. Nappa and Ophelia had heard all the commotion and followed them as well. Kakarrot and Bulma worked together to get Raditz out of the upper half of his spandex suit and hooked up to the tank. Once he was inside and it was filling up she did a scan on his body.
He had seven fractured ribs; three more completely broken and one had punctured a lung. He had lost a lot of blood and had a concussion along with a small skull fracture. His left arm was broken and his left kneecap was shattered along with the tibia and fibula of the left leg.
Bulma could feel the others eyes on her as she read out the list of his injures, and the amount of time it would take him to heal completely; a little over 52 hours.
Kakarrot moved and sat on one of the cots that was across from the tanks, and ChiChi followed him. Ophelia just stared at the tank as Raditz softly bobbed up and down in the fluid. She didn't know where Nappa had gone, but at the moment she didn't care.
She needed to get back to Vegeta and make sure he was ok, then find out exactly what the fuck he did.
Ohh, Vegeta’s going a little over board isn’t he? Well I hope you all liked this chapter and the Kakarrot/ChiChi moment =)
Now QUESTION! How many of you would like to see a lemon between Kakarrot and ChiChi? Cause I have the sudden urge to write one for this fic. Let me know if you want to see one!
Oh and no worries, I’ll figure out a way to get a few Raditz/Ophelia moments too =)
Anyway, please leave a review lovelys!

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