Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonded by Pain and Blood ❯ Chapter 6

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After his shower, Vegeta stood in front of his closet (that he rarely ever opened) filled with clothes that Bulma bought him in hopes that he would eventually wear them instead of his Saiyan armor or workout clothes. He was tossing shirts and pants left and right trying to find something that wouldn't make him look like a fop like that day he wore the pink badman shirt and green pants. Normally, he would wear his workout clothes, but he understood that by the way Bulma was dressed no one would be wearing sweatpants, and he needed to blend in.

The corners of Vegeta's mouth turned up when he found the perfect outfit. A black silk version of the badman shirt with blood red lettering, black jeans, and a red wife beater to go under the black silk. Vegeta put on the ensemble with the badman shirt unbuttoned. The red wife beater perfectly silhouetted his sculpted muscles. He slipped into a pair of black boots and crossed his room to the balcony doors. Making sure that his furry tail was safely tucked around his waist, he walked out onto the balcony, powered up and took off towards the West Capital in search of the woman's ki. It would be a very difficult task since she hardly had one, but it was very distinct compared to others. And with the mood she's in, she should stand out like a sore thumb.

Vegeta was not one mile from the Capital when he picked up on her ki. Her emotions were flaring up so much that she was really hard to miss. Vegeta spotted her black Porsche exiting the freeway and into the heart of the West Capital, where only the most popular club, "The Nocturne", was located.

Bulma pulled up to the red carpeted entrance where only the rich, the elite, and the most damn sexiest people may enter. The valet gulped at the blue haired beauty before him and opened the car door for her. Seeing that she met all three requirements for entry, he led her straight inside, no questions asked.

Vegeta, on the other hand, as a different story. When he saw Bulma enter the club so easily, he believed he would get the same treatment. I am, after all, the Prince of Saiyans, He thought when he landed on the red carpet.

"End of the line, shorty!" barked the oversized bouncer with a clipboard. He was bald except for a long ponytail growing out of the back of his head. Vegeta looked up at the fool who dared to challenge him.

"Do you realize who I am?" he asked his voice deadly calm. "I am Prince Vegeta, and if you value your life, you will let me pass."

"Well let's see, Ya Highnass," the bouncer said in a mocking tone, "Ya name ain't on the guest list, and no one else gets in without my permission. So move ya scrawny ass back to the end of the line like the rest of the yuppie losers, or I'll knock ya into the next dimension."

"Is that so?" Vegeta smirked, "Well let me show you my invitation." Vegeta held out his hand, ready to blast the bouncer to Jupiter, when a smaller, more sophisticated looking man in a suit walked from behind and placed a hand on the bouncers shoulder.

"Of course your name is on the list, Mr. Vegeta." the suit said smoothly, "Any house guest of the Briefs family is always welcome to The Nocturne. Please don't mind Brut here, his reading skills are something to improve upon."

"I'm sure they are." Said Vegeta through his clenched teeth. "No hard feelings, eh Brut?" Vegeta lightly tapped the beefy man on the back, which sent him flying over 3 skyscrapers.

"Whoops! Don't know my own strength." He offhandedly remarked to the suit, who was about to wet himself. Vegeta ignored the puddle that was forming at the mans feet, and strode into the roaring club.

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Vegeta regretted coming after the woman as soon as he stepped inside the overcrowded building. Sweaty men and women were dancing and gyrating to the whining electronic music (if you could call it that, he thought). It was impossible not to touch every body around you, and Vegeta did NOT like touching people unless he was hitting them. Why didn't I at least wear my gloves, he thought. The idea of physical contact with these filthy humans made him want to vomit. Vegeta raised his invisible ki shield around his body so that they were touching it instead of him. I'll have to bathe for a year before I get this human filth off of me.

Now to find that woman so I can get out of here and douse myself with every disinfectant known to man. It was impossible to lock onto her small ki with all these dancing idiots about him. One man impeticular looked like he was trying his best to imitate a certain goofy Saiyan that we all know and love. Great! I'm surrounded by dancing Kakorrots! I've been sent to hell! I gotta find that woman!

Vegeta was about to shove people out of his way when he felt a small tug on his arm. He whipped around to see a voluptuous long legged redhead in a tight leather mini dress latched to his wrist.

"Hey there baby, why don't you play with me tonight?" she said in a silky voice.

"I have no interest in you hag!" he sneered

"Oh really?" she said sliding in front of him and pressing her pelvis into his. "You little friend doesn't seem to agree with you." She batted her long glittering lashes. Vegeta gulped. She was very correct in that department, and his hormones were getting the best of him. Vegeta tried to pry himself from the temptress's grasp, but the suffocating crowed only pushed him closer to her.

"I'm Jada by the way. You gotta name or shall I make one for you?" she purred into his ear. The woman released his wrist only to fondle him down below. "Oooo, aren't you a big boy?" she sighed. Vegeta was frozen where he was. He was compelled to screw his mission and get a good shagging, but something was nagging at him from the back of his mind. He was suddenly wishing for creamy white skin and blue hair.

I must be going out of my mind to be thinking of her now! He thought. He was about to push the redhead from him, but suddenly found her ripped away. The seductress was being pulled backwards by an irate Bulma.

"Back off slut! He's mine!"

"All right! Cat Fight!!" someone yelled

The two women began a series of bitch slaps and scratches. Bulma reached up and yanked the red tresses with all her might and tore them away from her head. Bulma looked at the hair and saw that it was a cheep wig. The once red-haired woman screeched in horror and ran though the crowd covering her head.

Bulma dropped the wig, dusted herself off and sauntered over to a stunned Vegeta.

"Well look who crawled out of his cave for once to have some fun?" she said wrapping her slender arms around his neck "Care to dance?"

"Woman you reek of alcohol. And I don't dance."

"Aww, your just shy. Let me teach you."

"Woman…" he began to protest.

The music sped up into some erotic bump n' grind music. Bulma swayed her hips, trying to get Vegeta to move with her. He stood like a statue, but his tail unwound from his waist and swished to the music in time with Bulma's hips. She turned around and let her butt brush against him. Vegeta did all he could to stifle a moan. He so wanted to grab her perfectly sculpted ass, but his self image, and the fact that she was quite drunk kept him in check She was now sliding down his body with her hands tangled in her long blue locks. She slid back up, letting her bare back rub against his rock hard member.

Vegeta couldn't hold it in this time. He was practically panting with need for this woman. She turned around again, facing her lust filled prince. She pulled her lips close to his ear.

"You know," she whispered "I've always found you hot. You don't know how many times I wished you were in my bed. I want you Vegeta."

The sound of his name on her lips just about made him lose his self-composure. He wanted to fulfill his desire and take her right there. He was about to make a move, but Bulma did something that brought everything to a screeching halt: she kissed him. The sudden movement shocked the Saiyan so much that he roughly pushed Bulma away. Never had he seen, let alone experienced a gesture such as this. Vegeta wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. This earth mating custom was completely alien to him.

"What the hell was that?!" he shouted

Bulma's bottom lip trembled at the rejection and started to sob. "You don't want me either, do you?" she cried. "No one does!" She covered her face in her hands and disappeared further into the club.

"Kuso!" he yelled "Foolish women and their fucking emotions." He stomped angrily to where she ran off to but found neither hide nor tail of the blue haired vixen.

"Where in hell did she go!?" he muttered under his breath. Vegeta turned around in a full circle scanning the scene for the woman. Still, he could not find her.

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Bulma ran from the source of her hurt feelings. Vegeta completely rejected her after she foolishly flaunted herself at him like a two-bit whore and told him how she felt about him. Being slammed down by two men in one day was just too much for her. She suddenly felt the club to be suffocating her, so she ran for the nearest fire-exit, and into a dark ally.

She leaned against a brick wall and continued to cry her eyes out. Bulma felt so alone out there. The loss of her first love was too much for her to handle. She had been so used to having Yamcha be there for her, that she just never imagine life without him. That left her free to Vegeta now, but he spurned her as well. Was there no one she could be with?

Bulma was so wrapped up in her misery that she didn't notice the two grungy men standing in front of her.

"Hey Joey, look what the cat dragged in." said the fat, balding one with an almost toothless grin.

She quickly looked up at the menacing looking pair and realized she made a dumb move by running into the ally.

"She looks sad. Maybe we should cheer her up, Lou." Chuckled the tall skinny one. The two men stepped closer to Bulma like two dogs ready to strike.

Great! She thought I'm gonna be raped and killed by thugs while the only guy who can save me is probably inside with some bimbo laughing at how stupid I am. She breathed in deeply, ready to scream, but a big hand around her throat cut off her air. The last thing she saw was the short one slamming his fist into her face.

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Vegeta pushed people out of his way, but still couldn't find Bulma anywhere. He reached out for her ki, but he couldn't detect it at all. He felt a strange sense of urgency, that he must find her as soon as possible. Vegeta was down to his last option: asking someone if they saw her.

"You!" he bellowed, grabbing a guys shirt, "have you seen a blue haired women go this way?"

"You mean that sobbing chic? She ran out the fire-exit 5 minutes ago."

Vegeta eyed the poor guy suspiciously. "If you're lying, I'll break you in half!"

"No, honest! She just went through there! I swear!" He said holding his hands up

Vegeta dropped the poor fellow and knocked more people out of his way (resulting in many bruised and broken limbs) towards the same door that Bulma had earlier went through. He was about to exit, but a large body blocked his way.

"Hey buddy! Can't you read? Emergency exit only! Go through the front like everyone else."

Vegeta didn't even respond to the bouncer. He just swiped him out of the way, like you would a shower curtain. He slammed the door open, nearly tearing it off the hinges and stepped into the dark ally.

Vegeta looked and saw nothing at first, but then he heard chuckling behind a dumpster.

"Man Joey, this is gonna be the best screw I've had in years! She's fuckin hot! I bet she's real tight too."

"Shut up and just watch out for cops k'?" The tall guy was fumbling with the zipper of his pants. He shoved them down and kneeled over Bulma's still form. He was about to rip her top off, when he heard a low voice growl from directly above him.

"You've just signed your death warrant, scum!"

Vegeta dropped from the air above the two rapists and stood protectively over Bulma's body. He was surrounded in a red aura that made him look like a demon from hell. The look of murder shined in his eyes. The tall one screamed like a little girl and tripped on his pants when he tried to run. The fat one stood frozen in terror at the sight and started to mumble incoherently.

The tall one rolled onto his back and held up his hands to cover his face. "No, I swear we weren't doin nothin! Honest! We just found her like that! Please, don't hurt me! It was his idea!" he pointed at his mumbling buddy

Vegeta looked down at the man in disgust. "You'll never touch what's mine!" with that he lifted his boot and crushed the man's head. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. It coated the ally wall, and splashed Vegeta in the face. His vision was clouding over in a mist of red. A terrible rumble started in his chest that rose into a cry for blood. He craved to slaughter. It had been far too long since he had last killed. Now his lust for blood, that had once lived in his ancestors, came upon him.

He slowly turned to look at the short man who was still there, drenched in his friend's blood. Vegeta beared his teeth at him in an insane grin that said, "You're next!" He slowly stalked his prey. The short one mumbled even louder to what sounded like his Hail Mary's. In a flash, Vegeta was upon him. He ripped the mans body apart, thowing chunks of flesh and tissue in his wake. When there was nothing left to tear apart, threw his head back and gave a long feral howl. He was completely covered in gore. It dripped from his hands; his hair was soaked in it giving it a red gleam.

A small moan came from where Bulma lay. Vegeta whirled upon the noise, ready to pounce and destroy, but seeing her body curled up helpless on the ground made him pause. His vision was returning back to normal from his bizerk state.

Bulma moaned again and rolled over, clutching her head. What just happened she thought. She painfully sat up and opened her eyes, letting them focus in the dark. She sensed a dangerous presence far worse then her previous assailants near her. She scanned the darkness, looking for this presence. It stepped out of the shadows and stood over her. She looked at the creature and terror overtook her as her mouth and eyes opened wide in a soundless scream. It moved closer to her, and mercifully she passed out.

The look on Bulma's face before she passed out disturbed Vegeta. She was terrified of him. She went from wanting him, to passing out at the mear sight of him. Vegeta looked at his bloody clenched his fists and he became afraid. He realized that if he couldn't control his insatiable lust for carnage, he'd end up killing her.

"I can't have her." He said out loud. She is everything that he could want, and he could never have her. He closed his eyes and saw all of his victims faces again, except her face was amongst them. He shook his head to clear himself of the vision. He opened his eyes and looked at her still body. Wordlessly, he picked her up with his bloody hands, and flew off into the night.

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Gasp! Will Vegeta be able to control his bloody cravings, or will he go insane? Find out next on Dragonball Z!

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