Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Recovery & Rest ( Chapter 19 )
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By: lexylou 
Bulma and Vegeta are rescued. Bulma is in charge... Vegeta gets kicked out of her bed.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.19.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma and Vegeta are rescued. Bulma is in charge... Vegeta gets kicked out of her bed.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.19.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. CHAPTER 19 – RECOVERY & REST .
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 and Vegeta, Separate Ships, Same Wide Open Space-
It had been hours and in that time she drifted off to sleep while waiting for a response from the Gyôza. She was brought out of her rest by a steady and very annoying page from her communications console. She looked to the screen and read the message that stated that the recovery crew was on the way and they were an hour out from her position.
Bulma opened her comm.’s again. “Vegeta, are you there?” She asked softly.
“Where exactly am I going to go, Onna?” He snapped as he massaged the bridge of his nose.
“Please let’s not fight. I have something to tell you.” She said as she tried her best to remain civil.
“Well… What is it?” He said in a calmer and quieted tone.
“There’s a recovery team coming to retrieve us and our ships. They’ll be here in just under an hour. I sent a message shortly after I shot out your propulsion system.” She admitted as she wondered his thoughts.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked in the same calm and quiet tone.
“I was angry. You insulted me… Anyway it doesn’t matter. We’ll be out of this mess soon.” She huffed and gave up on her explanation.
“You said ‘we’. Why?” The question he asked more to himself than to her.
“I’m not so cold and heartless that I would leave you here to die, but don’t make me change my mind.” She started softly and ended with a joke.
“Onna, how do you know I won’t kill you when I get out of here?” Vegeta asked her in the same tone of voice.
“We’ve had this discussion before I think. You wouldn’t kill me when I asked you to and you had plenty of opportunity since Aerwei…” She trailed off. “You tell me.” She shrugged in her seat.
There was a silence that seemed to drag on for hours before either of them spoke. They sat there in the quiet listening to the others slow soft breaths. Bulma sighed and laid her head down to rest and wait out the remainder of the hour for the recovery team to arrive.
“It was my room.” His voice cut through the quiet almost startling Bulma out of her skin.
“What?” She said sleepily as she rubbed her eyes and stretched.
“It was my room we ended up in… the first time. I remember because I woke up and you were gone. We had an argument in your room when you woke up. I ask you something. Do you remember what it was?” He reminisced as he spoke.
“::Yawn:: No.” She said laying her head back down on the arm of her captain’s chair. She had her eyes closed listening to the relaxing sound of his voice.
He chuckled just audibly. “I asked if you were using some form of hormone suppressant to deter conception.” He laughed lightly and waited for her response. He remembered her response when he asked her that the first time and it was explosive to say the least.
“You remember that?” She uttered in questioning. It wasn’t how he thought she would respond at all.
He chose to stay quiet and leave her question unanswered. The silence again widened the gap between them. He remembered much more than that. He remembered how her nostril flared and she exhaled sharply before delivering her own snarky remark. Her eyes shone with hurt and unbridled anger. They were such a dark blue they could have been black.
“Vegeta.” She said in a direct tone. “They’re here.”
-The Recovery Ship, The Remettersi-
The crew of the Remettersi was a little on edge about bringing saiyan prince onboard. They figured orders were orders and who were they to disobey. Bulma was now the highest ranking person on the Remettersi and thus could not be disobeyed or a traitor’s punishment was sure to be a blessing to what she would do. Rumors of her reputation had spread and they all knew of her success at her profession. She was Frieza’s pet turned mercenary assassin.
“Sir, we have set a course for the Gyôza. Are there any other orders you wish to be carried out?” The captain of the vessel said as he looked toward Bulma and Vegeta. He waited for a response or a given order.
“I want…” Vegeta began before he was cut off by Bulma’s commanding voice.
“Deter, I want you to call down to planet Osiria and inform them that I have gathered the appropriate materials need to complete the project. Also, let the technicians know to expect me in two days time for I will be checking on all of their progress.” She spoke to the captain in a polite yet firm tone. He nodded in respect and then excused himself to see that her orders were carried out.
“Onna, how dare you interrupt me…” He voiced his complaint at her disrespect.
“He was speaking to me. In Deter’s culture women are submissive and aren’t very outspoken. Only men hold rank and are permitted any power. I am the highest authority on this ship at present and it would be disrespectful for his to call me ‘ma’am’ in his opinion. Thus Deter and his crew call me ‘sir’.” Bulma gave Vegeta a little culture lesson as a form of an explanation.
Vegeta nodded at the cultural logic, but none the less took it as a dent to his pride that he, a prince, was a mere guest and had no power in the rank structure. He was never one to sit aside while there were orders to be given. However, he was in awe of how she handled herself with a precision any commanding officer should.
His thoughts brought him to another question as he replayed the words she had spoken in his head. “What is this project on Osiria? “
“That’s none of your concern. And forget about going to look for it yourself. You’d never find it anyhow.” She smirked and then turned on her heel and walked toward her quarters. “Your room is down the hall, last one on the left. Good night Vegeta.” She called over her shoulder and proceeded on.
As she entered he quarters she soon realized that she was being followed by a cross saiyan prince. She watched as he sat down on the end of her bed and began to disrobe beginning with his gloves. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re NOT staying in here. This is my room.” She shouted as she pointed to the floor. “You’re room is out there.” She said as she pointed to the door.
“You can leave if you want to onna, but I’m staying here.” He had removed his gloves, armor, and boots; he then began lifting his shirt over his head exposing his bare chest. A tinge of pink graced Bulma’s cheeks and nose. Vegeta smirked at her reaction.
“I will not be chased out of my room by the like of you. GET OUT OR ELSE!” She growled loudly as her voice was raised.
“OR WHAT ONNA? YOU”LL MAKE ME?” He yelled back in reply.
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea.” She tapped her index finger against her cheek as she looked to the ceiling in thought. She looked to Vegeta as grinned maliciously. She used her mental tendrils to creep into his mind and body.
Vegeta found that he could no longer move a muscle. He seemed frozen as if time had stopped the only thing that kept up with the passing seconds was mind that could still function on its own. He found himself floating toward a now open door and then landing harshly outside her room. His clothing and armor were soon to follow. He stayed frozen for a few seconds more before he could stand and move to pound on the now locked door.
“Onna! Let me in!” He roared. There was no answer. He beat on the door again with more force, but found that he couldn’t inflict any damage on it.
“Eh!” Vegeta huffed as he turned away from the door swiftly. He gathered his clothing and armor and stomped down the hallway to his room.
The last the Bulma heard were several loudly mumbled curses and then a very audible slam of his door at the end of the hall that cause the ship to shudder slightly.
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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 and Vegeta, Separate Ships, Same Wide Open Space-
It had been hours and in that time she drifted off to sleep while waiting for a response from the Gyôza. She was brought out of her rest by a steady and very annoying page from her communications console. She looked to the screen and read the message that stated that the recovery crew was on the way and they were an hour out from her position.
Bulma opened her comm.’s again. “Vegeta, are you there?” She asked softly.
“Where exactly am I going to go, Onna?” He snapped as he massaged the bridge of his nose.
“Please let’s not fight. I have something to tell you.” She said as she tried her best to remain civil.
“Well… What is it?” He said in a calmer and quieted tone.
“There’s a recovery team coming to retrieve us and our ships. They’ll be here in just under an hour. I sent a message shortly after I shot out your propulsion system.” She admitted as she wondered his thoughts.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked in the same calm and quiet tone.
“I was angry. You insulted me… Anyway it doesn’t matter. We’ll be out of this mess soon.” She huffed and gave up on her explanation.
“You said ‘we’. Why?” The question he asked more to himself than to her.
“I’m not so cold and heartless that I would leave you here to die, but don’t make me change my mind.” She started softly and ended with a joke.
“Onna, how do you know I won’t kill you when I get out of here?” Vegeta asked her in the same tone of voice.
“We’ve had this discussion before I think. You wouldn’t kill me when I asked you to and you had plenty of opportunity since Aerwei…” She trailed off. “You tell me.” She shrugged in her seat.
There was a silence that seemed to drag on for hours before either of them spoke. They sat there in the quiet listening to the others slow soft breaths. Bulma sighed and laid her head down to rest and wait out the remainder of the hour for the recovery team to arrive.
“It was my room.” His voice cut through the quiet almost startling Bulma out of her skin.
“What?” She said sleepily as she rubbed her eyes and stretched.
“It was my room we ended up in… the first time. I remember because I woke up and you were gone. We had an argument in your room when you woke up. I ask you something. Do you remember what it was?” He reminisced as he spoke.
“::Yawn:: No.” She said laying her head back down on the arm of her captain’s chair. She had her eyes closed listening to the relaxing sound of his voice.
He chuckled just audibly. “I asked if you were using some form of hormone suppressant to deter conception.” He laughed lightly and waited for her response. He remembered her response when he asked her that the first time and it was explosive to say the least.
“You remember that?” She uttered in questioning. It wasn’t how he thought she would respond at all.
He chose to stay quiet and leave her question unanswered. The silence again widened the gap between them. He remembered much more than that. He remembered how her nostril flared and she exhaled sharply before delivering her own snarky remark. Her eyes shone with hurt and unbridled anger. They were such a dark blue they could have been black.
“Vegeta.” She said in a direct tone. “They’re here.”
-The Recovery Ship, The Remettersi-
The crew of the Remettersi was a little on edge about bringing saiyan prince onboard. They figured orders were orders and who were they to disobey. Bulma was now the highest ranking person on the Remettersi and thus could not be disobeyed or a traitor’s punishment was sure to be a blessing to what she would do. Rumors of her reputation had spread and they all knew of her success at her profession. She was Frieza’s pet turned mercenary assassin.
“Sir, we have set a course for the Gyôza. Are there any other orders you wish to be carried out?” The captain of the vessel said as he looked toward Bulma and Vegeta. He waited for a response or a given order.
“I want…” Vegeta began before he was cut off by Bulma’s commanding voice.
“Deter, I want you to call down to planet Osiria and inform them that I have gathered the appropriate materials need to complete the project. Also, let the technicians know to expect me in two days time for I will be checking on all of their progress.” She spoke to the captain in a polite yet firm tone. He nodded in respect and then excused himself to see that her orders were carried out.
“Onna, how dare you interrupt me…” He voiced his complaint at her disrespect.
“He was speaking to me. In Deter’s culture women are submissive and aren’t very outspoken. Only men hold rank and are permitted any power. I am the highest authority on this ship at present and it would be disrespectful for his to call me ‘ma’am’ in his opinion. Thus Deter and his crew call me ‘sir’.” Bulma gave Vegeta a little culture lesson as a form of an explanation.
Vegeta nodded at the cultural logic, but none the less took it as a dent to his pride that he, a prince, was a mere guest and had no power in the rank structure. He was never one to sit aside while there were orders to be given. However, he was in awe of how she handled herself with a precision any commanding officer should.
His thoughts brought him to another question as he replayed the words she had spoken in his head. “What is this project on Osiria? “
“That’s none of your concern. And forget about going to look for it yourself. You’d never find it anyhow.” She smirked and then turned on her heel and walked toward her quarters. “Your room is down the hall, last one on the left. Good night Vegeta.” She called over her shoulder and proceeded on.
As she entered he quarters she soon realized that she was being followed by a cross saiyan prince. She watched as he sat down on the end of her bed and began to disrobe beginning with his gloves. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re NOT staying in here. This is my room.” She shouted as she pointed to the floor. “You’re room is out there.” She said as she pointed to the door.
“You can leave if you want to onna, but I’m staying here.” He had removed his gloves, armor, and boots; he then began lifting his shirt over his head exposing his bare chest. A tinge of pink graced Bulma’s cheeks and nose. Vegeta smirked at her reaction.
“I will not be chased out of my room by the like of you. GET OUT OR ELSE!” She growled loudly as her voice was raised.
“OR WHAT ONNA? YOU”LL MAKE ME?” He yelled back in reply.
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea.” She tapped her index finger against her cheek as she looked to the ceiling in thought. She looked to Vegeta as grinned maliciously. She used her mental tendrils to creep into his mind and body.
Vegeta found that he could no longer move a muscle. He seemed frozen as if time had stopped the only thing that kept up with the passing seconds was mind that could still function on its own. He found himself floating toward a now open door and then landing harshly outside her room. His clothing and armor were soon to follow. He stayed frozen for a few seconds more before he could stand and move to pound on the now locked door.
“Onna! Let me in!” He roared. There was no answer. He beat on the door again with more force, but found that he couldn’t inflict any damage on it.
“Eh!” Vegeta huffed as he turned away from the door swiftly. He gathered his clothing and armor and stomped down the hallway to his room.
The last the Bulma heard were several loudly mumbled curses and then a very audible slam of his door at the end of the hall that cause the ship to shudder slightly.
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