Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ End of hate. Beginning of tension. ( Chapter 5 )
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BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. - CHAPTER 5 - END OF HATE. BEGINNING OF TENSION.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA. This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-thought-
“verbal speech”
(mental speech)
- Planet Idznak-
Vegeta was at the console of the ship retrieving a message that had been sent with their new mission destination and details. –Great. Another babysitting job.- He thought to himself before closing the screen and going in search of the bitch. He exited the ship and located the woman’s ki. She was sitting on a large rock overlooking a fire a hundred meter from the ship. He flew over and landed beside her. “We’ll be leaving tomorrow. We’ve got a mission on a planet called Chikyuu. Have you heard of it?” She shook her head in a silent negative. “It seems we will be there to gather intel and observe.” He continued.
“Observe? Is that all you do? I was briefly under the impression that you were a warrior.” Bulma chided trying to get a rise out of him. As always it worked
“Well if we actually had anything worthy of my skills and talents I would oblige. But as it stands there’s nothing here worthy so I’ll let my underling take care of it.” He sneered at her knowing she was about to blow in three-two-one.
As if on cue she blew. “Underling? I don’t work for you. If anyone is the underling it’s you. Seeing as Frieza didn’t find you competent to participate.” She smiled in smug victory.
“Watch your tongue bitch before a snatch it from your skull!” He bellowed. His tail had released itself from his waist with the hairs raised in agitation. He quickly calmed himself. Realizing that it was just her and she just wanted to bait him into a fight. They had grown to tolerate each other in the past few weeks. Both knew that his threats were empty, but he wasn’t about to let her get away with her snide comments. His pride wouldn’t allow it. “We both know that you don’t need your tongue in this line of work. Besides I’d be doing the universe a favor by sparing your endless prattle.” He smirked knowing that this was not the end and she would not give up the last word.
However this time he was wrong. She just stuck her tongue out to mock him. She mocked him and it seems she dared him with the small appendage to make good on his threat. She retracted her tongue into her mouth and continued to stare at the fire in awkward silence. Vegeta notice that she was unusually quiet and had been since the purge was complete. He figured it was her way of unwinding. He left her to her thoughts and went hunting.Bulma looked down at herself. She had yet to clean herself of blood and grime left on her skin upon completing today’s final massacre. She took in a final breath of salt and rusted iron sent of blood mixed with the cold night air then took to the sky towards the ship to get clean.
Vegeta had found some sport in one of the close by jungle of this Kami forsaken weak planet. He sat in a tree of the dense canopy searching for signs of life. He licked his lips in anticipation. –Finally something to stir my blood- He thought. He had been tied up with his duties of supervising the woman that he had little or no chance to exercise his warrior instincts. : Rustle: He heard it. There was movement below and low grunting noises coming from a yet to be describable creature. He saw it. It was some kind of six legged pig creature.
–This will do- He thought. The beast was big enough to satisfy his enormous saiyan appetite. –Will the female require food? Wha- Not again. There food on the ship. The bitch can fend for herself.- Lately he would find his thoughts drifting back to her other than just compiling a list of snide remarks, put downs and comebacks. He did not care about her. Beyond making sure she got her mission completed alive or feel Frieza’s wrath she was not his concern.
He shook his head of all thoughts of the onna and focus on feeding his hunger and his need for sport. He readied his body to spring. He coiled himself like some grand cat. Then he pounced, toppling his prey to the ground. The beast let out a string of shrill screams. Then there was silence that followed a liquid crunch.
Bulma made it to her quarters to strip her bloodied body suit. She grabbed a towel from her drawer as well as fresh clothes then left her room for the bathing chamber. –Might as well shower while his-royal-hind-ass is out monkeying around or whatever he does at all hours of the night.- She thought as she let the shower send its cleansing water over her body. She basked in the warm comfort as red trails ran towards her feet. She stood under the pelting stream until the water that circled the drain faded from a translucent scarlet to clear. She then began to lather and foamy suds replaced the miniatures bloody rivers that outlined her figure.
Vegeta was still drunk from the hunt when he entered the ship with a shower in mind. He opened the door to the bathing chamber to find the paramour of his self denied thoughts. He froze, mesmerized, as he gazed at her vaguely steam veiled body as she rubbed her body with soap. Bulma didn’t notice the intrusion due to being lost in her own comfort. Vegeta shook himself out of his daze lest he get caught and quickly left for his own chambers cursing obscenities to himself the whole way.
Bulma found herself thinking about him. She imagined how he would look once he shed his clothing. -How would he feel against my skin?- She cupped one breast and slowly squeezed her nipple in between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand slowly moved across her navel and to the top of her pale blue curls. She slowly stroked one of her most sensitive places and gradually increased her rhythm. She pictured his engorged tip briskly stroking her beginning for entry. She took him by the base of him and gently pulled forward allowing him access. His shaft pushed her inner walls apart as he thrust into her. He gathered his fast paced rhythm, send bolts of pleasure throughout her body. Her muscles tensed in her stomach as her inner muscles spasmed around her digits as she quickly lost her ability to stand. He bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan for surely he would hear. Her breathing was ragged and shallow. She picked herself up, rinsed off, and retrieved her towel from a nearby hook. She exited the shower and the water turned off automatically. She pressed the cleansing setting for the shower hoping it would remove any traces of her remaining scent. He would surely use this against her upon their next encounter. –Damn. I’ve been alone with him way too long. Why think about him that way? He’s an asshole. Correction ,“Prince of Assholes”!- Bulma huffed a sigh, dressed and then left for her quarters to download these thoughts form her mind.
The next morning Bulma and Vegeta met on the bridge for takeoff. They left behind Idznak and continued onto the planet Chikyuu. They would arrive at their destination a little under a month. Vegeta had taken a shower later that night after he was sure the coast was clear and the woman was nowhere in sight. He smelled it. A scent that should not be there and the woman made a failed attempt to cover it up. His sense of smell was to developed for chemicals to drowned out such a potent smell. –Damn it. The onna’s in heat. FUCK! Fuck you Frieza! I know that bastard had a hand in this. This was one of the reasons that until recently there were no female soldiers in Frieza’s ranks due to problems like this.- Another thing being he had heard Frieza manipulated her DNA to try to make her into a more powerful soldier by heightening her strengths and senses. What he didn’t count on was awaking the human’s dormant instincts and animalistic traits. Yep. Make her a little bit stronger, give her a tail, and call her saiyan. Kuso. She’s NOT saiyan. She’s a bitchy worthless pain in the ass!- He mentally scolded himself. He glanced briefly at his companion on the bridge. -I’ll be glad when this shit is over. What I wouldn’t give for a space pod right now.-
Idznak – From the PlayStation video game “SkullMonkeys”
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA. This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-thought-
“verbal speech”
(mental speech)
- Planet Idznak-
Vegeta was at the console of the ship retrieving a message that had been sent with their new mission destination and details. –Great. Another babysitting job.- He thought to himself before closing the screen and going in search of the bitch. He exited the ship and located the woman’s ki. She was sitting on a large rock overlooking a fire a hundred meter from the ship. He flew over and landed beside her. “We’ll be leaving tomorrow. We’ve got a mission on a planet called Chikyuu. Have you heard of it?” She shook her head in a silent negative. “It seems we will be there to gather intel and observe.” He continued.
“Observe? Is that all you do? I was briefly under the impression that you were a warrior.” Bulma chided trying to get a rise out of him. As always it worked
“Well if we actually had anything worthy of my skills and talents I would oblige. But as it stands there’s nothing here worthy so I’ll let my underling take care of it.” He sneered at her knowing she was about to blow in three-two-one.
As if on cue she blew. “Underling? I don’t work for you. If anyone is the underling it’s you. Seeing as Frieza didn’t find you competent to participate.” She smiled in smug victory.
“Watch your tongue bitch before a snatch it from your skull!” He bellowed. His tail had released itself from his waist with the hairs raised in agitation. He quickly calmed himself. Realizing that it was just her and she just wanted to bait him into a fight. They had grown to tolerate each other in the past few weeks. Both knew that his threats were empty, but he wasn’t about to let her get away with her snide comments. His pride wouldn’t allow it. “We both know that you don’t need your tongue in this line of work. Besides I’d be doing the universe a favor by sparing your endless prattle.” He smirked knowing that this was not the end and she would not give up the last word.
However this time he was wrong. She just stuck her tongue out to mock him. She mocked him and it seems she dared him with the small appendage to make good on his threat. She retracted her tongue into her mouth and continued to stare at the fire in awkward silence. Vegeta notice that she was unusually quiet and had been since the purge was complete. He figured it was her way of unwinding. He left her to her thoughts and went hunting.Bulma looked down at herself. She had yet to clean herself of blood and grime left on her skin upon completing today’s final massacre. She took in a final breath of salt and rusted iron sent of blood mixed with the cold night air then took to the sky towards the ship to get clean.
Vegeta had found some sport in one of the close by jungle of this Kami forsaken weak planet. He sat in a tree of the dense canopy searching for signs of life. He licked his lips in anticipation. –Finally something to stir my blood- He thought. He had been tied up with his duties of supervising the woman that he had little or no chance to exercise his warrior instincts. : Rustle: He heard it. There was movement below and low grunting noises coming from a yet to be describable creature. He saw it. It was some kind of six legged pig creature.
–This will do- He thought. The beast was big enough to satisfy his enormous saiyan appetite. –Will the female require food? Wha- Not again. There food on the ship. The bitch can fend for herself.- Lately he would find his thoughts drifting back to her other than just compiling a list of snide remarks, put downs and comebacks. He did not care about her. Beyond making sure she got her mission completed alive or feel Frieza’s wrath she was not his concern.
He shook his head of all thoughts of the onna and focus on feeding his hunger and his need for sport. He readied his body to spring. He coiled himself like some grand cat. Then he pounced, toppling his prey to the ground. The beast let out a string of shrill screams. Then there was silence that followed a liquid crunch.
Bulma made it to her quarters to strip her bloodied body suit. She grabbed a towel from her drawer as well as fresh clothes then left her room for the bathing chamber. –Might as well shower while his-royal-hind-ass is out monkeying around or whatever he does at all hours of the night.- She thought as she let the shower send its cleansing water over her body. She basked in the warm comfort as red trails ran towards her feet. She stood under the pelting stream until the water that circled the drain faded from a translucent scarlet to clear. She then began to lather and foamy suds replaced the miniatures bloody rivers that outlined her figure.
Vegeta was still drunk from the hunt when he entered the ship with a shower in mind. He opened the door to the bathing chamber to find the paramour of his self denied thoughts. He froze, mesmerized, as he gazed at her vaguely steam veiled body as she rubbed her body with soap. Bulma didn’t notice the intrusion due to being lost in her own comfort. Vegeta shook himself out of his daze lest he get caught and quickly left for his own chambers cursing obscenities to himself the whole way.
Bulma found herself thinking about him. She imagined how he would look once he shed his clothing. -How would he feel against my skin?- She cupped one breast and slowly squeezed her nipple in between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand slowly moved across her navel and to the top of her pale blue curls. She slowly stroked one of her most sensitive places and gradually increased her rhythm. She pictured his engorged tip briskly stroking her beginning for entry. She took him by the base of him and gently pulled forward allowing him access. His shaft pushed her inner walls apart as he thrust into her. He gathered his fast paced rhythm, send bolts of pleasure throughout her body. Her muscles tensed in her stomach as her inner muscles spasmed around her digits as she quickly lost her ability to stand. He bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan for surely he would hear. Her breathing was ragged and shallow. She picked herself up, rinsed off, and retrieved her towel from a nearby hook. She exited the shower and the water turned off automatically. She pressed the cleansing setting for the shower hoping it would remove any traces of her remaining scent. He would surely use this against her upon their next encounter. –Damn. I’ve been alone with him way too long. Why think about him that way? He’s an asshole. Correction ,“Prince of Assholes”!- Bulma huffed a sigh, dressed and then left for her quarters to download these thoughts form her mind.
The next morning Bulma and Vegeta met on the bridge for takeoff. They left behind Idznak and continued onto the planet Chikyuu. They would arrive at their destination a little under a month. Vegeta had taken a shower later that night after he was sure the coast was clear and the woman was nowhere in sight. He smelled it. A scent that should not be there and the woman made a failed attempt to cover it up. His sense of smell was to developed for chemicals to drowned out such a potent smell. –Damn it. The onna’s in heat. FUCK! Fuck you Frieza! I know that bastard had a hand in this. This was one of the reasons that until recently there were no female soldiers in Frieza’s ranks due to problems like this.- Another thing being he had heard Frieza manipulated her DNA to try to make her into a more powerful soldier by heightening her strengths and senses. What he didn’t count on was awaking the human’s dormant instincts and animalistic traits. Yep. Make her a little bit stronger, give her a tail, and call her saiyan. Kuso. She’s NOT saiyan. She’s a bitchy worthless pain in the ass!- He mentally scolded himself. He glanced briefly at his companion on the bridge. -I’ll be glad when this shit is over. What I wouldn’t give for a space pod right now.-
Idznak – From the PlayStation video game “SkullMonkeys”
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