Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Who's pulling the strings. ( Chapter 9 )

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BEND.  I WILL NOT BREAK. - CHAPTER 9 - WHO'S PULLING THE STRINGS?


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 Chikyuu, Earth-

She opened her eyes and spoke softly. “You have to… you have to kill me.”

-What the hell is wrong with her.- He thought. “I’ll do nothing. It’s not my problem. You’re the one who went on a bitch fucking rampage. Kill yourself.” He spat back in her face.

“If you won’t. Then I’ll make you.” She said coldly. She took her scouter off, dropped it to the ground, and then crushed it under her boot. Then she took out Vegeta’s with a small well aimed ki blast.

Vegeta felt a crushing pain in his chest. He began to take deep breaths and sweat broke across his brow. “What are you doing you crazy bitch?” He gasped out.

“You don’t understand, do you? I took my parents lives so he couldn’t torture them and make them suffer. He turned me into his little perversion of a pet and tried to completely strip me of my humanity. Those… I can handle because it gave me the means to bring him down. Nothing else he’s done holds a candle to taking away my free will and forcing me to kill my own people. You see, you have to do it, Vegeta.” Her eyes pleaded with him. It was the first time she said his name and it stirred something in his gut. He couldn’t kill her, could he?

The pain was too much for him. It was live or die. Allow her to do him in…. Regardless of what she said he knew all too well what she felt. …or kill her.

He released a ki ball into her stomach. She fell… lifeless.


-Frieza’s Flagship, Control Room-

“What the hell happened!!” Frieza screamed, throwing his wine glass at the view screen, and then settling his gaze on the technician in charge.

“The feed, sir… We lost the fee, my lord.” Tech Froy stuttered.

“Don’t you think I can see that!?” Frieza said while blasting the techs head from his shoulders. “When Vegeta reports in, inform me immediately!” He bellowed at Zarbon while yanking by the braid to his eye level. Zarbon winced in pain. “Y-yes, Lord Frieza.


-Planet Chikyuu, Earth-

Bulma woke in pain and she was being carried. She looked up into the face of Vegeta. “You were supposed to kill me.” She said through cringed breaths that were mixed with annoyance and relief.

“Shut your mouth onna or I’m going to blast it off your kamedamned face!” He ranted in her face. He facial features changed from that of anger to his normal stoic façade. “Besides. I don’t take orders from women.” He said with almost a smirk at the end.

Bulma was about to shout back when he spoke with only mild agitation. “Did you mean what you said? About wanting to destroy Frieza?” He waited a moment before he got impatient. “Well?”

“Yes.” She said flatly. Still hoping he would kill her to end her torment.

“Do you still want to die?” He asked as if reading her mind.

“Yes.” She gave her affirmative.

“Everyone carries around some kind of hate. What makes you so damned special?” He growled out placing her in a regen-tank.

He shoved the oxygen mask over her mouth and closed the tank before she could respond. She then set her most hateful glare on him. She wanted to choke him mentally, but she was still too weak. Chemical sleep and sensory deprivation found her as everything faded to black.

Hours later she woke to the sound of the fluid being drained from the tank. She was still groggy from her stint in the tank, so she didn’t complain when a pair of strong hefted her out. He sat her on the examination table and she felt warm hands on her stomach. “Is it bad?” She broke the silence between them.

“You’re awfully vain for a woman that wants to die.” He goaded her. “It didn’t scar.” She looked down to find that his hands still rested on her abdomen and he was positioned between her thighs. He noticed this as well and dropped his hands and quickly stepped back from her.

There was a hole in her bodysuit where he blasted her and she sighed at that. She took the edges in her hands stretching them so they would connect with the opposite edges causing the material to fuse. Vegeta looked down at what she was doing and saw that her suit looked as if nothing had happened to it.

“How did you do that?” Seeing her restored suit brought back questions he had about it.

“I made sort of a… a… I guess you would call it a smart fiber. I can mold to any shape and is extremely durable.” She said almost boastingly.

“You made it? Can you make more?” He asked while thinking of the implications.

“Yes, I suppose. Given the proper equipment.” Before he could ask any more questions she had some of her own. “Have you reported back to the flagship?” She waited with bated breath.

“Yes. I spoke with Zarbon. He asked me what happened. I told him I wasn’t sure and that you were alive, but in the regen-tank. He told me all he knew and that we are to return to the flagship under Frieza’s orders.” He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

“How long until we reach the flagship?” She asked dreading the answer.

“A few days… maybe less.” He replied.

“Why ‘maybe less’?” Bulma wasn’t sure why he didn’t know the answer… unless. “Frieza is coming to intercept us.” She stated as she looked to him to see him nod in agreement. She hopped off the exam table and began walking to her room. She turner to face him before crossing the threshold of the door and she saw him standing there brooding over his thoughts. “I won’t say thank you for not killing me because I’m not grateful, but I’m glad you didn’t.” With that said she stepped through the door to go to her quarters.


-Frieza’s Flagship on approach-

They had but hours until they would be back among Frieza’s ranks again. He had so often pondered what he felt, if anything, for Bulma. During the last couple of nights she would sneak into his room and curl up beside him and just before she thought he would wake she would sneak back to her own room. He wanted her, but it would be fair to her to try to keep her. Maybe that’s why he didn’t claim her by marking her the night they were together. If she wanted him she would have stayed with him that night they slept together, right? She was making him weak because he began to care about her. He realized it was true the day he shot her with a ki blast. As soon as the blast left his hand he wished he could take it back.

They met in the control room when they were hailed by the flagship were both still on the bridge waiting for the ship to arrive. Vegeta was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that she was kissing him until her hands burrowed themselves in his hair. In response he grabbed her hips and pulled them to his while deepening the kiss. His tail released itself from his waist and secured its place around her thigh. Their tongues clashed in a passionate kiss. He began to pull away but she latched her dainty little teeth onto his bottom lip and wouldn’t let go. This appealed to his animal side. He scooped her up and carried her to his room.

“I want you.” He said in between breaths.

“But you already have me.” She replied

“No. I mean I want you to be my mate. I know we won’t always be together, but want you to always to belong only to me and me to you.”

“Vegeta, we hate one another. We can’t…” She tried to finish but he interrupted her.

“Do you really hate me?” He said as his face became an unreadable mask as something painfully twisted in his chest.

She looked into his eyes. She couldn’t lie to him. “No. I’m just scared. Not of you, but of loosing you.”

That was all he needed to hear. He ran his tongue down the side of her neck and stopped at the juncture to kiss and nip. He sped his thrusts and felt her tighten around his member and as if on instinct he bit into her while savoring her sweet taste. She moaned and he grunted in ecstasy as they both came together.

She laid there on her stomach facing him asleep. He watched her knowing he would have to wake her soon so they could prepare for their master’s imminent arrival.












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