Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Cat & Mouse ( Chapter 21 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
BEND.  I WILL NOT BREAK.  CHAPTER 21 – CAT & MOUSE .



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.





-The Remettersi-


Vegeta stalked the hallways of the ship.  His thoughts were a mess because of her.  Had she not expressed to him how they were not official mates?  Had she not kicked him out of her bed and made it clear that he wasn’t welcome there the night before.  “Women… such an enigma.”   He mumbled to himself as he pondered his lack of action last night.  Why didn’t he take the submissive slave girl last night?  She was ready and willing. Was it guilt?  “Bah!  The damn onna plagues me so.  Where is she?”  He hadn’t seen Bulma all morning and he couldn’t sense her ki to determine her whereabouts.  

“Prince Vegeta!”  A crewman addressed the saiyan from behind.  He was slightly out of breath and looked as if he had been looking for the prince for a while.  “Commander Bulma sent me to give this to you as well as a message.”  He said in between pants as he dropped the small metallic device into the prince’s palm.

“Well, out with it then!”  Vegeta snapped impatiently.

“The high commander gave you an encrypted locator for planet Osiria.  She said that if you so chose to go that you would need it to find it….”  The crewman began.

“Why didn’t the woman come herself?  Why didn’t she come to deliver her message and the device?”  Vegeta sneered.  The crewman gasped a Vegeta blatant disrespect at calling his high commander a woman.

“Why… because the commander has already departed for Osiria…”  The crewman said as he watched the scowl he wore spread deeper into his face.

“Prep a ship!  I leave for Osiria in one hour.”  With that Vegeta turned on his heal and stalked back to his room.



-Bulma’s Ship, En route to Osiria-

Bulma left it up to Vegeta to make up his own damn mind.  She wasn’t going to appear weak and ask him to come with her.  He would take it as begging.  If he wanted her he could chase her, right?  Did she really want him to chase her?  She smirked to herself.  Well, maybe a little.

*UNKNOWN ENTITY*  The computerized voice announced.  *ARRIVAL  TO PREPROGRAM DESTINATION IN 19.85 MINUTES*

“Osiria.”  She whispered.  It was one of many planets that weren’t on any intergalactic star map.  She was thankful to have come across the unheard of planet.  It was a perfect place for her to set up her base.  It was perfect place to give life to her plans for revenge.

*WARNING, WARNING!!  BLACKHOLE*   The onboard computer announced as red lights flashed throughout the ship.  Bulma skimmed her fingers across the keys as the shut off all the alarms.

It was part of planet Osiria’s defenses.  She had developed a cloaking shield for the planet itself.  She also had energy emitters embedded in a few asteroids the circled the planet to give off false readings.  All together she had cleverly masked the planet as a black hole.

“Honey, I’m home.”  She said to herself as she entered the planets atmosphere.  This was her home now as Earth could never be again.  She felt she no longer held the right to claim Earth as her home world from the pain and hurt she had inflicted upon its people.

Bulma departed her ship and took to the air.  This was her ritual every time upon her arrival.  She gazed at the beautiful multicolored sky of soft blues, purples, and grays.  She took in the sight of the flowing dark purple of the grasses and foliage.  Like earth it was mostly covered in water, but unlike Earth the majority of the water was fresh and not salty.  All of the bordering beaches were covered in rich black sand that made the crystal clear waters appear deeper than they were.  The planet had two seasons: spring and summer.  This warm planet made her happy to come back to after being in the cold confines of space.



-Planet Osiria, Labs-

“Melowsh?”  Bulma called for the head science officer as she entered the lab.

“Ah, my lady, you have returned.”  The skorkijin man walked over to her with a smile.  He to be a crossing of a man and a Bengal tiger, tail included.

“How many times, Melowsh?  How many times have I asked and told you to call me Bulma.  That ‘my lady’ crap doesn’t suit me and you know it.”   She said a she gave him a playful glare that most would find threatening, but he knew better.

“At least once more.  This is your planet now and thus you are its sovereign.   You took a dying planet devoid of life and brought it back from death.  What we now see is a result of you, that feat in itself gives ownership in part of that life.”  The skorkijin believed that all life was sacred.  Bulma with her power to destroy chose to give life back to the dying planet and thus in his opinion became its mother or now held place in its parentage.  He admired Bulma and believed for her restoration of a celestial body should be highly respected.

“Oh, don’t dare try and deify me again. I’ve got to much innocent blood on my hands to gain entrance into heaven let alone be someone’s sovereign.”  She scolded the tiger like man.  “Now, what have you got for me?”  She grinned impishly.

“Quick and to the point as always, my lady.  Right this way.”  Melowsh said in good spirits.


-Frieza’s Flagship, Throne Room-

“Are you sure that’s what he said?!”  Frieza shouted at the fat pink blob of a man.

“Yes, my lord!  He said that he was following in pursuit of her on planet Aerwei, but that was three days ago and he has yet to report back!”  Dodoria shouted in duress front his position on his knees before his lord.

“Why did it take three days for you, disgusting piece of filth, to get this information to me?  Am I not your lord?  Am I not the most powerful being in the universe?  Tell me, Dodoria.  WHY THE HELL IT TOOK SO LONG TO UTTER A SINGLE SILABLE FROM THAT FLOPPY FAT MOUTH OF YOURS?!!”  Frieza shouted in screeched tones as he backhanded the pink spiny man into a wall leaving a deep indention of his body in its surface after he fell unconscious to the floor.

“IS EVERYONE ON THIS FUCKING SHIP SO USELESS?!!”  He ranted as he powered up in anger shaking the ship with his fury.  –She will be mine again!!-



-The Gyôza, Training Room-

“Yahhh!”  ChiChi screamed as she attacked the man in front of her brutally.  Al of the other ships soldiers were too afraid to spar with the demon princess as she was labeled.  Soon as she saw the tiniest bid of blood or felt pain the berserker in her stirred and made the training match turn into real live battle.

“Better.  Now come at me again and don’t hold back!”  The brave soul said with a passion of a warrior to the fiery princess.

Eighteen breezed into the training room her digital tablet in hand. “Princess, high commander Bulma has sent word that she is back on Osiria and has come in contact with none other than the saiyan, Prince Vegeta.  Apparently he is alive and was not killed in the destruction of planet Qua.  The two trackers on Aerwei have been disposed of, but she fears that one of them got information back to his master of her presence on Aerwei.  She asks that you send word her way when you plan to make to journey to Osiria.  She says the project she has been working on is nearing its completion.”  She said in a very informative tone her voice never wavering with any emotion as she read off the bullets in order from the tablets face.

“Thank you, eighteen.”  ChiChi said as she turned back to her sparring partner.  She smiled at him knowingly.  Her smile faded when she noticed the troubled expression on his face.  “What’s on your mind, Goku?’

“Vegeta…  He’s alive.  I’m sorry Chi, but can we pick this up later?  I have to talk to Bulma.”  She knew something was troubling her mate, but decided to press the issue no further and allowed the match to be postponed.

Goku left for the door, but stopped.  He ran to ChiChi’s side and kissed her.  “I won’t be long.”  He said seductively.  “We can finish this in our room later if you like.”  ChiChi was already flushed from her earlier exertions but blushed to a deeper shade of scarlet at his words.  Who knew a man that seemed so innocent and pure could be so seductive.  She shivered slightly as his breath warmed her ear and flowed down the side of her neck.

She was a monarch, she was a leader of an expansive army, she was a ruthless warrior, and she was brought to her knees by one man.  She smiled and her eyes shone toward him with lust in their chocolate depths.  “I’ll see you later then.  Don’t keep me waiting.”  She stretched out the last sentence as if delivering a sensual order.

Goku smiled back at his princess.  He knew he had her, but he also knew she had him as well.



-Osiria, Subterranean Hangar-

Bulma gazed at her greatest work to date come to life.  She had gave birth to the idea of it and put it onto paper, but skillful hands and hours upon hours of  dedicated work had brought into physical being.  It was the ‘Kuroi Naiya’.  Roughly translated it meant black diamond.  She was expansive.  The ship’s hull was smooth and as seamless as glass.  Its black reflective surface was designed in part to act as a mirror in space, thus making nearly invisible.  This was to be Bulma’s flagship in her small fleet.

“She’s complete.”  Melowsh swelled with pride.

“Already?”  Bulma seemed taken aback by surprise.

He nodded his affirmative.  “The gravity simulator is the only thing we lack.  With the materials you brought with you we should be able to complete it within days.  Have you finished the programming?  Or is that a stupid question, my lady.”   He chuckled lightly at his question.

Bulma was unable to take her eyes off of the breathtaking ship.  “It’s all in the capsule I gave you, Melowsh.  Wow, I never knew it would be this amazing.”  The second sentence she said more to herself.

“It is an awe inspiring thing, isn’t it?”  Vegeta spoke from behind her.

Bulma quickly turned to see the dark prince himself.  “How long have you been here?”  She tried to sound annoyed and fought to keep the corners of her mouth from turning up into a smile.  –He came.  If only to ease his curiosity.  He still came.-

*LADY BULMA, YOU HAVE A WAITING TRANSMISSION FROM THE GOYZA.  WOULD YOU LIKE TO HERE IN THE HANGAR ON IN YOUR QUARTERS?*  A computerized voice echoed through the hangar.

“I’ll take the transmission in my quarters.  You programmed it to address me that way didn’t you?!”  Bulma accused Melowsh.  “Didn’t you?!”

“But, my la…”  Melowsh began.

“Yea, yea.  Take it off!!”  She shouted angrily and stalked off to her room.

“Lady?  I think you were well within your rights to dispute that.”  Vegeta said snidely as he chuckled.

Bulma stopped abruptly and turned to face him.  He almost ran into her as she placed her face in his.  “Why are you following me?”

“You invited me here, remember?”  He yelled back.  Then he blinked back his anger and smiled at her.  His dark eyebrows were still draw together in a tight ‘v’.

She turned away from him and continued the trek to her room.  “Why did you come?”  She spoke softly.

Yes, why had he come?  He didn’t answer her last question.  The silence seemed to hang thick in the air between them.


Converting /tmp/phpadIml3 to /dev/stdout