Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chasing the Dragon ❯ Wish I'd Stayed Asleep Today ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Thanks to Bardockgurl and Phantomscribe 72 for beta reading! I really appreciate it, guys!

Chapter 2

Wish I'd Stayed Asleep Today

"He said what?" Nappa demanded, knocking over his chair as he pushed away from the table and stood quickly, but the Namek was already gone.

"Sit down and shut up, Nappa." Bardock said, from where he was laying on the window ledge. He didn't turn his head or bother to open his eyes. "He's the king and if he tells you to stand for three hours with your dick in your hand, you do it without question."

"That's the only time his dick ever gets any attention," Radditz snickered, "from his own hand."

With a growl, Nappa turned to Radditz, "Fuck off!"

"You two are such children." The dark cloaked figure leaning against the doorway purred. Slowly removing her leather gloves.

Nappa and Radditz froze and slowly turned to the door, shocked that they hadn't heard the woman approach.

"'Bout time you showed up, Arana." Bardock snorted, finally turning his head toward the door, "Wondered if you'd make it back."

"Oh, I'm touched by your concern." She teased, pushing away from the door and entering the room. She tossed her gloves at Nappa's face, "Hold these, would you?"

"Did you complete your mission?" Bardock asked, slowly sitting up.

"Have I ever failed before?" she smiled, tossing her cloak aside, shaking her thick dark hair out, "Would you like a full report?"

Bardock started for the door, motioning for Arana to follow. At the door, she turned and winked at Radditz and Nappa, "You boys can breathe now." Her throaty laughter echoed as she disappeared down the hall.

"You're such a tease." Bardock chuckled, entering a room a few feet down the hall. A huge table covered with maps and scrolls dominated the room. It wasn't a large room, but

it was obvious from the disarray the room was frequently used.

"We all have our talents," she shrugged, pushing the door shut behind her, and thumbing the lock before she strolled over to the table.

Bardock leaned against the conference table, arms crossed over his chest, "I can think of some more interesting talents you have."

"I'm sure you can," she answered, distractedly, "but we're here for me to give you a report." She absently poked through the maps and scrolls until she found the one she was looking for. She stretched it out on the table and began looking for stones to use as markers of sites.

"About that report," Bardock began wrapping his tail around her waist and using it to pull her against him. A quick swipe of his arm cleared the table of papers, and he easily lifted her onto the table, "why don't you give it to me on your back, while you're underneath me."

"Hmmm, sounds interesting," she murmured pulling away long enough to pull her leather tunic off and toss it to the floor, "there's only one problem I can see with that." She ran her hand slowly along his tail, gently pulling it away from her waist.

"And that is?" his voice was choked with desire.

"It'll be hard for me to talk with my mouth full." She smirked, sliding her mouth around the tip of his tail, twirling her tongue around it while slowly sucking more into her mouth.

His entire body shuddered, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes rolled back in his head. It took him a moment to regain control, but with a sudden growl, he tore the thin linen shirt she wore from her. He lowered his mouth to devour her neck, kissing, licking, raking her skin with his teeth, trailing down to her breasts. She arched her back eagerly, shivering in anticipation. His huge, callused hands ran down her body, over her breasts without stopping until they reached her waist. She obligingly raised her hips so he could quickly remove the remainder of her clothes. His hands still on her ankles, he pulled her roughly to the edge of the table, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She released his tail, ignoring his groan of protest, and pulled herself up and unhooked his armor, letting the breastplate fall to the floor. Wrapping her arms around his neck, and tightening her legs around his waist she pulled his mouth to hers. He trailed his hands up her legs, over her waist and to her breasts cupping them in his hands, as he devoured her mouth.

Hooking her toes in the waistband of his pants, she pushed them down over his hips. He pulled away for a moment to kick them away. He walked toward her again, with a predatory look in his eyes, sending shivers of desire down her spine. A gasp escaped her lips as his hands closed on her waist and his tail wrapped around her wrists. He flipped her onto the table, flat on her back, her hands stretched over her head.

"Now what will you do?" He asked, crawling up after her, situating himself so he was kneeling between her legs.

"Hmm," she purred, "All depends on you." She wrapped her legs around his waist, using her feet to push his erection against her, "What do you want me to do?" she asked with a smirk.

He leaned over her to ravish her breast, murmuring softly against her body, "Why don't I…" he moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping as he continued, "make you…" he moved to her lips, "scream so loud…" he kissed her hard, "the whole castle hears you!" He thrust into her hard as he finished the sentence.

A low cry of pleasure burst from her throat. Bardock grinned, pleased with her reaction, but even more anxious knowing it was only the beginning.

"What was that?" Vegeta asked, pausing a moment from shoveling food into his mouth.

Bulma barely looked up from her seat at the window. "It must be that woman. She always screams like that when she's here."

"What woman?" He was beginning to get annoyed. She had yet to answer any questions, and had spent the last hour or so wandering around the room aimlessly, or staring out the window. He was feeling more himself now that he had been able to eat. The food had been far better than anything he'd had in a while, and now his patience was wearing thin.

"I'm not sure," Bulma shrugged, "She shows up here every now and then. Don't always see her coming or going, but we always know she's here because of the screaming."

"And what is the purpose of her visits?"

"It's apparently secret, so I couldn't tell you exactly. I only know for sure that every time she shows up something happens. Last time she was here was just before your rescue."

"And for some strange reason, you have been told some of this big secret?"

"Not on purpose, they speak in Saiyan when they don't want me to know something," she grinned proudly, "They don't realize I understand!" she finished in near flawless Saiyan.

Vegeta continued to stare at her, his expression unchanged to her disappointment, "And what is her purpose?"

Bulma chewed her thumb thoughtfully, "Something to do with reports or administration. My Saiyan isn't as good as it could be."

"Of course not."

The sarcastic tone in his voice made Bulma angry, "I'll have you know, it took me a long time to learn that language! With no help, I might add!"

"There's no one who could help you."

The rage in his voice startled her, and as realization came to her, she was griped by panic. "You didn't understand what I said did you? You can't speak Sayian, can you?"

"No," he said softly, his expression unreadable; "it's a dead language." He stared down at the table in front of him in the silence that followed.

Bulma stared at him, unable to speak. They'd been wrong, all of them, the Saiyans, the Namek. Years of planning to rescue their king and fight the final battle against Freiza wasted. They had rescued the wrong man, and she knew Freiza would never give them another opportunity to set things right. There would be no great leader to win the final battle. Freiza's army would simple march on the castle and slaughter them all. Her train of thought was broken, as Vegeta let out a frustrated growl and flipped the table over.

"I don't know who you are, or what you are trying to do," his voice was low and dangerous, as he advanced on Bulma, "But there are no Saiyans left. Do you understand?" He grabbed her by the shoulders, his fingers biting painfully into her flesh as he shook her, "I am the only one who was spared!"

The door suddenly opened, distracting them both, giving Bulma the chance to pull away from Vegeta. She hurried to the Namek with sudden relief.

The Namek's gaze swept slowly through the room without a word. Bulma grasped his wrist with both of her hands, tugging on it like a small child, "He doesn't know how to speak Saiyan! He's not the king!" she whispered, desperately. The Namek's head turned slowly and he gazed down at her hands for a moment before meeting her eyes with a piercing gaze.

Her heart pounding, Bulma released his hand and backed away, "I…" she began, but was silenced by the Namek's raised hand. She twisted her hands nervously, wondering what she should do. It didn't matter whether she was responsible or not, she would be punished for the mistake.

"You are wrong." The Namek told Vegeta, "There are other Saiyans, there have always been other Saiyans. And you are their king."

"If this is true, where have they been? Why would they choose now to attempt their rescue? Why leave me to be raised by Frieza?" Vegeta snarled his voice filled with bitterness.

The Namek was unmoved by his outburst, his voice steady and emotionless he answered,

"Their numbers were too few. They would have easily been entirely destroyed. It's taken them this long to raise an army."

Vegeta laughed, a crazed, wild sound that sent goosebumps racing up Bulma's arms, "So they've spent these last twenty odd years squeezing out pups to build an army?"

"No, their army is many races, all looking to you for leadership," he started toward the door, but turned before leaving to sneer disdainfully at Vegeta, "They see you as their only hope for freedom. I would suggest you compose yourself, and try to appear regal when they arrive."

Bulma stood frozen, as the door slammed behind the Namek, afraid to move. She watched as Vegeta kicked his way over the broken dishes, to right the chair he'd been sitting in. He slumped into the chair and surveyed the room, an almost defeated look on his face. She wanted to say something, or go to him, but was frightened of what his reaction would be. Instead she began to clean up the dishes from the floor.

"Leave it!" Vegeta's voice was sudden and loud in the quiet room. Bulma paused, dishes still in her hand unsure of what she should do, until he motioned her next to his chair, "Come here!"

Her heart pounding with fear, she moved next to his chair and knelt down, lowering her head. "What the Namek said is true," she whispered, "the few Saiyans I've seen have all been young."

"You've meet these other Saiyans?" his voice was soft and thoughtful.

"Yes, they've been here for years, sometimes staying. It's taken them a long time to plan your rescue."

"And why would they want that?" he mused to himself.

"You are a legend to them."

He stared at her in shock, unable to comprehend her words. They went against everything he had been raised to believe. He reached down and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. They sat like that for a few moments, clear blue eyes meeting obsidian ones. "Then you shall help me." He finally told her, gently pulling the veil back over her hair.

"Help you what?"

"Become a legend."