Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Murder with a Chaser. ( Chapter 17 )
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By: lexylou 
The title says it all. Will Bulma and Vegeta find each other?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.15.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
The title says it all. Will Bulma and Vegeta find each other?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.15.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. CHAPTER 17 – MURDER WITH A CHASER.
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.
-Bulma, Planet Aerwei-
Bulma was walking through the dusty overcrowded streets on the outskirts of town. She had just come for a meeting with one of her sources that directed her onto the path of Frieza's trackers that were in the vicinity. Bulma found that two were actually here on Aerwei right now. Damn her luck! She would have to find and dispose of them before they caught wind of her and reported back to Frieza. She chose to repress her ki while she was so close to this threat and to play it safe in case they had the ability to discern ki.
She had her hair done in a long messy ponytail, tied with a red sash and her eye makeup was excessively done in blacks lining her eyes and reds accenting the lids. She wore a black and red kimono-dress that hung loosely on her shoulders and was slitted up the sides of her thighs, tied with a gauzy white obi. Dark glossy black wooden thong sandals adorned her feet. She was trying her best to play the part of the money hungry street troller.
She entered a bath house and proceeded to a specific stall. Once she entered she sat behind a man sitting in a tub of chest high bath water relaxing. She began massaging his shoulders and neck. "Have you been waiting long?" She said in a soothing voice.
"No, you’re right on time, but I do have somewhere to be soon." He said while opening one of his closed eyes the glance at her as she continued to kneed his muscles.
"Okay," She said sweetly as she gathered more bath water in her hands as went back to her ministrations. "I'll finish you off quickly then."
"No. Could you drag it out a little? It's been a while." He said matter-of-factly as he made the innuendo referring sex.
-Me, too.- She thought as she released one hand to her obi and unsheathed an ivory handled knife with a stiletto blade. "As you wish." She said coldly as she used her free hand to trace his lips.
She cupped a hand over his mouth as she plunged the blade into his submerged chest twice piercing his lungs. He splashed franticly, but could break free from Bulma's hold. His lungs filled with water from the tub as it entered through his chest wounds.
His struggles decreased in frequency and she chose then to bend down to his ear. "You could have had it come quickly, but chose to drag it out." The body in her arms stilled and she release the limp form to sink into the bath. She stood picking up a towel on a nearby bench and left the silent room. -One down. One to go.-
-Vegeta's Ship, Approaching Planet Aerwei -
*FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL LANDING* The computerized voice announced. Vegeta strapped himself in for entry into the planet's atmosphere.
-FLASHBACK-
He had dreamt of Bulma for the first time in months and she had been calling to him to save her. She was shrouded in darkness and all he did was laugh and turn away. Something pulled in his chest and he turned to give her one sparing glance when her cries quieted, but she was gone. "Onna?"
Chuckling was all that answered him. An alabaster figure of Frieza shone in the light as it stepped from the shadows in which Bulma had just disappeared. Blood dripped from his out stretched hands. He parted his fingers and watched as he wiggled them before returning his gaze to the saiyan. "You should have saved her when you had the chance, Vegeta."
-END FLASHBACK-
Vegeta landed the ship in the wilderness on the outside of town and then ran a search for space ports located on the planet and then shut down all the ships systems, but prepped the ship for launch in the event that he was unable to find another suitable ship or needed a hasty retreat.
Once finished with his preparations he stepped out onto the planet’s surface. It was already night fall. The only sight of Vegeta was his silhouette against the starry sky and the reflection from the tapetum that caused an iridescent gold-yellow glow in his eyes. He looked a sight from a child’s nightmare as he stalked through the overgrown wooded landscape. His ki sense could already tell that there was going to be trouble because he was picking up a very distinctive ki signature. "Tufur." Vegeta growled and spat as if the name alone were a bad taste.
Tufur was one of Frieza's trackers and had been out roving the galaxy for sometime gathering information on planets of value as well as it was his duty to track down strays from purged planets.
"I'll deal with him later." He said as he took off toward the large city and in the opposite direction of the tracker's ki.
-Bulma, 3 days later-
Bulma had found the location where the other tracker was staying. She also, through her contacts, learned the places he frequented and the people he had dealings with. The disgusting brute made the work far too easy to find him and follow his habits. His routines were anything, but unpredictable.
Her other tasks that she needed to get done in the two day time frame was completed. She had ordered the necessary equipment, parts, and other materials that she required for her secret projects. All had been placed into capsules and were secure on her person. The job of ridding herself of the trackers was more pleasure than actual business. It was something that she would have had to do eventually.
She had a plan formulated on how to rid her of this one, but it wouldn't have its risks. She would make him come to her. She hoped that catching her would appeal to his ego and would out way his loyalty to inform Frieza first on her whereabouts. If he reported her presence here on Aerwei Frieza would know where to send the rest of his dogs to sniff out her trail.
Bulma saw as the tracker exited a tavern down the street. He looked as if he had imbibed a few drinks, but still was coherent and alert. Now was the time to act. She casually joined to foot traffic ahead of him, close enough for him to spot her, yet far away that he wasn't right on top of her. She walked at a medium pace and waited as she sensed his ki. There it was. The signal she had been waiting for, the spike in his ki that let her know that he had spotted her. She sped up her pace enough that he could still follow, but not enough that he would think she was aware of him tailing her.
Bulma slows down and enters a alley where she waits for him to draw near enough to catch up. She waits until he is almost around the corner og the opening to the alley before she picks up her slow lumbering pace.
He caught her from behind and whispers in her ear. "I see you've grown. What has it been five, six years?" Tufur spun her around and pushed her into the wall. "...and you're so much more tempting than you were at eighteen." He lustfully looked her body up and down, savoring the sight.
She was pinned under his hands to the wall by her throat and shoulder. He moved his hand from her shoulder, sliding down the outer curve of her breast, over her navel to cup the subtlety rounded mound between her thighs. He squeezed the flesh gently earning a growl from his prey. She allows him access only to let him think he's won. Her petite, but sharp canines were bared at him in a feral smile. Her eyes darkened to an almost midnight blue. She utters one word softly and with the utmost hatred during the attack. 'Die.'
-Vegeta, Space Port-
Vegeta found what he required in a ship at the space port. He found a ship that was both fast for space travel and sufficient in technology belonging to a four man crew of insectoids which were easily dispatched. He had the ship refueled and spent a couple of days getting the hang of the ships inner workings. It didn’t take him long to get the jist of the controls, but something would make him stay every time he was about to input the launch sequence. What was this nagging in the back of his mind that deterred him from leaving?
"Oh, yes, Tufur. I haven't killed that parasite." Vegeta said as he searched out for his ki. He found it rapidly fading until it was gone. "He's dead?!" He stood outside of his ship and wondered who would have the balls to raise a hand against any one of Frieza ranks. He thought that beings in this part of space, especially since Frieza frequented it so often, would shy away from the thought let alone the action of killing one of Frieza's prized elites. The punishment would have been too severe.
He was brought out of his wonderings by a flash of blue heading for one of the ships. It took a moment for him to register the importance of such a color. "The Onna!" He said in a half gasp as he bolt from his ship in attempt to catch her before she could take off.
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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.
-Bulma, Planet Aerwei-
Bulma was walking through the dusty overcrowded streets on the outskirts of town. She had just come for a meeting with one of her sources that directed her onto the path of Frieza's trackers that were in the vicinity. Bulma found that two were actually here on Aerwei right now. Damn her luck! She would have to find and dispose of them before they caught wind of her and reported back to Frieza. She chose to repress her ki while she was so close to this threat and to play it safe in case they had the ability to discern ki.
She had her hair done in a long messy ponytail, tied with a red sash and her eye makeup was excessively done in blacks lining her eyes and reds accenting the lids. She wore a black and red kimono-dress that hung loosely on her shoulders and was slitted up the sides of her thighs, tied with a gauzy white obi. Dark glossy black wooden thong sandals adorned her feet. She was trying her best to play the part of the money hungry street troller.
She entered a bath house and proceeded to a specific stall. Once she entered she sat behind a man sitting in a tub of chest high bath water relaxing. She began massaging his shoulders and neck. "Have you been waiting long?" She said in a soothing voice.
"No, you’re right on time, but I do have somewhere to be soon." He said while opening one of his closed eyes the glance at her as she continued to kneed his muscles.
"Okay," She said sweetly as she gathered more bath water in her hands as went back to her ministrations. "I'll finish you off quickly then."
"No. Could you drag it out a little? It's been a while." He said matter-of-factly as he made the innuendo referring sex.
-Me, too.- She thought as she released one hand to her obi and unsheathed an ivory handled knife with a stiletto blade. "As you wish." She said coldly as she used her free hand to trace his lips.
She cupped a hand over his mouth as she plunged the blade into his submerged chest twice piercing his lungs. He splashed franticly, but could break free from Bulma's hold. His lungs filled with water from the tub as it entered through his chest wounds.
His struggles decreased in frequency and she chose then to bend down to his ear. "You could have had it come quickly, but chose to drag it out." The body in her arms stilled and she release the limp form to sink into the bath. She stood picking up a towel on a nearby bench and left the silent room. -One down. One to go.-
-Vegeta's Ship, Approaching Planet Aerwei -
*FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL LANDING* The computerized voice announced. Vegeta strapped himself in for entry into the planet's atmosphere.
-FLASHBACK-
He had dreamt of Bulma for the first time in months and she had been calling to him to save her. She was shrouded in darkness and all he did was laugh and turn away. Something pulled in his chest and he turned to give her one sparing glance when her cries quieted, but she was gone. "Onna?"
Chuckling was all that answered him. An alabaster figure of Frieza shone in the light as it stepped from the shadows in which Bulma had just disappeared. Blood dripped from his out stretched hands. He parted his fingers and watched as he wiggled them before returning his gaze to the saiyan. "You should have saved her when you had the chance, Vegeta."
-END FLASHBACK-
Vegeta landed the ship in the wilderness on the outside of town and then ran a search for space ports located on the planet and then shut down all the ships systems, but prepped the ship for launch in the event that he was unable to find another suitable ship or needed a hasty retreat.
Once finished with his preparations he stepped out onto the planet’s surface. It was already night fall. The only sight of Vegeta was his silhouette against the starry sky and the reflection from the tapetum that caused an iridescent gold-yellow glow in his eyes. He looked a sight from a child’s nightmare as he stalked through the overgrown wooded landscape. His ki sense could already tell that there was going to be trouble because he was picking up a very distinctive ki signature. "Tufur." Vegeta growled and spat as if the name alone were a bad taste.
Tufur was one of Frieza's trackers and had been out roving the galaxy for sometime gathering information on planets of value as well as it was his duty to track down strays from purged planets.
"I'll deal with him later." He said as he took off toward the large city and in the opposite direction of the tracker's ki.
-Bulma, 3 days later-
Bulma had found the location where the other tracker was staying. She also, through her contacts, learned the places he frequented and the people he had dealings with. The disgusting brute made the work far too easy to find him and follow his habits. His routines were anything, but unpredictable.
Her other tasks that she needed to get done in the two day time frame was completed. She had ordered the necessary equipment, parts, and other materials that she required for her secret projects. All had been placed into capsules and were secure on her person. The job of ridding herself of the trackers was more pleasure than actual business. It was something that she would have had to do eventually.
She had a plan formulated on how to rid her of this one, but it wouldn't have its risks. She would make him come to her. She hoped that catching her would appeal to his ego and would out way his loyalty to inform Frieza first on her whereabouts. If he reported her presence here on Aerwei Frieza would know where to send the rest of his dogs to sniff out her trail.
Bulma saw as the tracker exited a tavern down the street. He looked as if he had imbibed a few drinks, but still was coherent and alert. Now was the time to act. She casually joined to foot traffic ahead of him, close enough for him to spot her, yet far away that he wasn't right on top of her. She walked at a medium pace and waited as she sensed his ki. There it was. The signal she had been waiting for, the spike in his ki that let her know that he had spotted her. She sped up her pace enough that he could still follow, but not enough that he would think she was aware of him tailing her.
Bulma slows down and enters a alley where she waits for him to draw near enough to catch up. She waits until he is almost around the corner og the opening to the alley before she picks up her slow lumbering pace.
He caught her from behind and whispers in her ear. "I see you've grown. What has it been five, six years?" Tufur spun her around and pushed her into the wall. "...and you're so much more tempting than you were at eighteen." He lustfully looked her body up and down, savoring the sight.
She was pinned under his hands to the wall by her throat and shoulder. He moved his hand from her shoulder, sliding down the outer curve of her breast, over her navel to cup the subtlety rounded mound between her thighs. He squeezed the flesh gently earning a growl from his prey. She allows him access only to let him think he's won. Her petite, but sharp canines were bared at him in a feral smile. Her eyes darkened to an almost midnight blue. She utters one word softly and with the utmost hatred during the attack. 'Die.'
-Vegeta, Space Port-
Vegeta found what he required in a ship at the space port. He found a ship that was both fast for space travel and sufficient in technology belonging to a four man crew of insectoids which were easily dispatched. He had the ship refueled and spent a couple of days getting the hang of the ships inner workings. It didn’t take him long to get the jist of the controls, but something would make him stay every time he was about to input the launch sequence. What was this nagging in the back of his mind that deterred him from leaving?
"Oh, yes, Tufur. I haven't killed that parasite." Vegeta said as he searched out for his ki. He found it rapidly fading until it was gone. "He's dead?!" He stood outside of his ship and wondered who would have the balls to raise a hand against any one of Frieza ranks. He thought that beings in this part of space, especially since Frieza frequented it so often, would shy away from the thought let alone the action of killing one of Frieza's prized elites. The punishment would have been too severe.
He was brought out of his wonderings by a flash of blue heading for one of the ships. It took a moment for him to register the importance of such a color. "The Onna!" He said in a half gasp as he bolt from his ship in attempt to catch her before she could take off.
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