Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonding ❯ Chapter8b ( Chapter 10 )

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A/N: Here is the second part of chapter 8. I hope you like it. The old website was deleted for some reason, I'm building a new one, again. The address is: http://princessyente1.bravehost.com

 

 

 

Chapter 8b.

 

 

 

He leered at the girls that were dancing before him on stage. `Such beauties.' He thought. He worked on his bindings as fast as his old body would let him. All the while thinking about all the wonderful things he could do with those girls.

 

After a while he felt the ropes around his wrists snap and loosen. Master Roshi smirked. He wasn't a martial artist for nothing. He quickly checked if someone was watching him, then he swiftly bend down to untie his legs. When he was lose he jumped up and stormed towards the stage. “Yes! Mine all mine!” But just as he was about to reach the stage, someone grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him back roughly. “Noooo!” Master Roshi cried, desperately trying to break free.

 

 

 

Goku dragged Master Roshi to the exit where Krillin was already waiting. He handed the still struggling Roshi to his short friend. “Get him out off here.” He hissed. “Before he fucks up everything.” Krillin nodded.

 

“Good luck.” He whispered before dragging the now crying Roshi away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vegeta gaped at her.

 

“Bulma didn't tell you much about me, did she.” Akana chuckled. He shook his head.

 

“She only told me you are close friends.” Akana sighed.

 

“I'm not sure I should tell you this”, since Bulma obviously choose not to.”

 

“Look, I don't care. I want to know who you are and you are going to tell me, before I decide to kill you.” Vegeta growled angrily. Akana decided to let the threat slide. She sat down on a chair and looked out the window.

 

“It all started six years ago. Bulma had just turned twenty one and her father decided to sign Capsule Corp. over to her, so he could retire.”

 

On the couch Bulma let out a soft groan. Vegeta walked to her to see if she waking up. When she didn't, he looked back at Akana and nodded for her to continue. “In the beginning everything was fine and Bulma enjoyed her new job immensely, but the pressure on her became bigger and bigger. Finally she couldn't cope with it anymore and started to take drugs.” Vegeta blinked in surprise. It was hard to imagine Bulma taking drugs. “It started with soft drugs, but soon she turned to heroine and cocaine.”

 

“This is a very nice story, but where do you come in?” Akana sighed. `Bulma was right.' She thought. `This man really has no patience.'

 

“In the meantime, I was a runaway from my abusive father. I ran into Nicky, who was a bouncer at a strip club. She took me in and we fell in love.”

 

“That still doesn't explain how you know Bulma.” Vegeta growled in annoyance. Akana rolled her eyes.

 

“I was just getting there, your highness.” She hissed. Vegeta glared at her but said nothing. “Nicky got me a job as a waitress at the strip club. This strip club, like many other strip clubs, was also used for dealing. One night Bulma was there dressed as Lola. She bought cocaine and started using it in a corner booth.” Akana looked at the ground. “She overdosed and lost consciousness. The men thought it was funny and were already lining up to…” She paused. “Use her.” Vegeta snorted in disgust remembering similar behavior in Frieza's army. “I immediately called Nicky.” Akana continued. “We managed to get her out safely and took her to our apartment. We kept her there until she was completely cured from her drug addiction. It was a hard struggle and there were times where we weren't sure she would make it, but eventually she got better and better. We of course found out who she was, but said nothing about it until she did. We became friends and stayed friends ever since then.” A small smile appeared on her face. “Bulma secretly owns half of this club. It's the only club in town that makes sure their working girls are treated with respect.”

 

“What about your daughter?” Vegeta asked curiously. Akana's smile turned sad.

 

“Three and a half years ago my father found me. He and two other men waited for me to be alone and then they kidnapped me.” She looked at the wall seemingly lost in the terrible memory. “They took me to a abandoned building and raped me repeatedly. After two days they dumped me back on the street and left me for dead.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “It took Nicky and Bulma three days to find me and another five weeks to heal all my wounds.” Akana looked up with fury burning in her eyes. “Of course not all wounds can be healed. The moment I regained conscious, my mind burned with thoughts of revenge. At first Bulma and Nicky were against the idea of revenge, but eventually they realized that I could never move on without it.” Vegeta nodded, understanding the desire for revenge perfectly.

 

“How did you get revenge?” Akana smirked and walked to a painting on the wall. She took it off to reveal some sort of safe behind it. She then put her hand on the handprint reader so the safe-computer could identify her.

 

“Good evening, miss Akana.” The computerized voice sounded. “Please enter safe-password.” Akana pressed in some numbers. “Access granted.” The save door and Akana grabbed a shoebox from inside. She handed it to Vegeta.

 

Inside the shoebox Vegeta found a newspaper article and a small urn. He took out the article.

 

Police makes gruesome discovery in West City Lake. The title read. Vegeta read on. Three unidentifiable men were found floating in the West City Lake last night. The bodies were so severely cut up that identification was impossible. The bodies also seemed to be missing their testicles. Vegeta looked up.

 

“I assume that the remains of their testicles are inside the urn?” Akana nodded. “Did Bulma participate in these killings?” Akana nodded again. Vegeta looked at the article again desperately trying to understand everything it meant. `Bulma has killed. Why has she never told me? I'm her bonded mate for fucks sake!'

 

 

 

Bulma stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Akana's gentle face. “Where am I?” She hoarsely whispered. “What happened?”

 

“You're at my place.” Akana helped Bulma sit up and handed her a glass of water. “You went into shock and fainted when you saw Yamcha. Vegeta brought you here.” Bulma looked up to see Vegeta standing at the end of the sofa. He looked relieved to see her awake, but Bulma could also see a look of hurt and disappointment in his eyes. She wondered what was wrong until her eyes fell on the shoebox he held in his hands. Bulma gasped as she recognized it. Akana sighed. “I'll leave you two alone. I'm sure you'll have allot to talk about.” With that she left the room.

 

“So.” Vegeta said. “How are you feeling?” Bulma shrugged.

 

“Ok, I guess.” She sighed. “Look Vegeta, I know you're angry. I was going to tell you everything. I was just waiting for the right time.” Vegeta crossed his arms and glared at the wall.

 

“Mates don't have secrets for one another.” She rolled her eyes.

 

“Oh give me a break, Vegeta. I don't know everything about you either. In fact you probably know more about me then I do about you.”

 

“That will change as soon as we finish the bonding rituals. Bulma looked at him confused.

 

“Huh? But I thought you said we already were bonded?” Vegeta shook his head.

 

“When I bit you, I only started the rituals by marking you. We still have two other rituals to complete. The physical bond and the mental bond. She looked up to him.

 

“Let me guess this physical bond thing is sex.” Vegeta nodded.

 

“Yes, that's why we haven't done it yet. I thought it would be best to wait.”

 

“What is this mental bond?” He sighed.

 

“Well we sort of already have it I can sense your emotions and maybe, if you try hard enough, you can sense mine. But a full mental bond is stronger. We have to make a mind link, which will be triggered during the physical ritual.” Bulma was still confused.

 

“And what exactly will this mind link do?”

 

“It means our minds will sort of meld together. We will be able to communicate with our thoughts and we'll be able to share memories.” Her eyes widened.

 

“You mean you'll know every little thing that happened in my live?” Vegeta nodded. “And I'll know everything about your live?” Vegeta nodded again. “But I don't want you to know everything about me and I most definitely don't want to know what goes on in that psychotic head of yours.”

 

“Well you have no choice.” Vegeta growled. “I marked you, so we are stuck with each other for eternity.” Bulma glared at him.

 

“Well you could have asked me first.”

 

“You were unconscious Bulma, I didn't have any other choice!” Vegeta hissed. He was starting to loose his patience. Why was she being so difficult? He saved her live. “Besides I thought it was pretty obvious you are attracted to me.” Bulma rubbed her temple trying to control her temper.

 

“Yes, but that doesn't mean I want to hear you thinking about killing my best friend. Isn't there any way out of this?”

 

“No. Why are you so repulsed by this? Many women would kill to be in your position.” Bulma rolled her eyes and was about to respond, when Akana walked in with Chichi. Bulma and Vegeta both looked up.

 

“Chichi?” what are you doing here?” Bulma asked.

 

“Yamcha has taken the girl inside the room.” Chichi answered looking uncomfortable. “They are… doing it. I couldn't watch it so Goku asked me to get Vegeta.”

 

“Are the camera's taping?” Bulma's eyes lit up at the thought of her revenge. Chichi nodded.

 

“Every disgusting little detail is being recorded.” Bulma squealed and jumped of the couch.

 

“What are you doing?” Vegeta asked raising his eyebrow.

 

“I'm going to watch of course.” He frowned.

 

“Bad idea. You stay here while I'll go make sure the third class clown doesn't fuck up.” He said placing the shoebox on the coffee table and walking towards the door.

 

“But…?” Bulma started to protest. Vegeta turned to look her straight in the eyes.

 

“No buts, woman. The last thing we need is for you to go into another shock.” He turned to Chichi. “Make sure she stays put.” With that he left the room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vegeta walked into the TV room to see Goku looking dumbly at the TV screen. “How is he doing?”

 

“Doing?” Goku chuckled. “Well currently he's to unconscious to do anything.” Vegeta blinked.

 

“Huh? Already? Please tell me they actually had sex before he passed out.” Goku nodded.

 

“Yeah, but it was pretty disappointing. He couldn't hold his wad for more then three minutes.”

 

“What a loser.” Vegeta looked at the TV. Yamcha's naked body was lying face down on the bed, a small dribble of drool leaking out of his mouth. He snorted in disgust. “Come on, lets get him out of here before he wakes up.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Goku nearly gagged as he and Vegeta dragged the unconscious Yamcha into his apartment. “God this guy stinks.” He said trying to breath through his mouth as much as he could. Vegeta growled his agreement.

 

“Are you sure we got all the evidence we need?” Goku nodded.

 

“Yeah the camera's picked up everything, his bride will be very surprised by her special wedding gift tomorrow.”

 

“hn. Lets dump him on the bed.” They dragged him to the bedroom and let him fall on the bed. Goku looked down on him. He looked so helpless. Such an easy target… He collected an energy ball in hands. Pointing it at Yamcha's face.

 

“Kakarott, what the fuck are you doing? You know the plan. No killing yet.”

 

“I know. But it would be so easy. All I have to do is release the energy ball and it will all be over.”

 

“And Bulma will never forgive you.” Vegeta placed his hand on Goku's arm. “Come on Kakarott, lets go.” Goku sighed and let the energy ball disappear. Vegeta was right he shouldn't mess with Bulma's revenge. But if this revenge took to long, he would take matters in his own hands. He left the house with Vegeta thinking about different ways he could torture Yamcha.