Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Ice Cream ❯ Explosive... ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Okay, so I don't remember the exact script from the episode where Vegeta blew up the GR, so I hope you don't mind if I just wing it. Yippee! Embellishment is fun!!! Sorry to those people who are picky about details like that. Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter.


The rest of the day passed in a quick blur for Bulma. She had showered quickly and dressed, not bothering to mess with her hair or face at all, then gone to her lab to work on some projects she had fallen behind on. Soon, the day was over and she was seated at the kitchen table, sipping on some hot tea. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. What had she been thinking last night? What had posessed her to kiss Vegeta, let alone jump straight into bed with him? And most importantly, what had happened this morning that made Vegeta act that way, especially after... last night... She blushed, remembering what had happened between them, and wondered if it had been a mistake. Was it just lust? Or was there something more between them. She cared for him as a friend, and was concerned for his well-being, she knew that. But was there more to it? She didn't know. Sighing, she took another sip of her tea. //I've got to figure myself out before I can figure out how to deal with the situation,// she though, her logic beginning to take over. //I just need to spend some time alone, and figure out how I really feel about Vegeta. In the meantime, I can get some much needed lab-time in...// She smiled to herself, resolving to throw herself wholly into her work until she could figure herself out.

Bulma let out a yawn and stretched her arms above her head. She hadn't really noticed how tired she was until now. After finishing her tea, she placed the cup in the sink, rinsing it, and sleepily made her way up the stairs and into her room. Slipping into her normal bedtime routine, Bulma sat at her vanity, grabbing her brush and beginning to run it through her aqua-tinted locks. She knew it was a strange hair color, but she'd been born with it. And she wasn't about to change it to something more "normal", either. She preferred the extra attention she sometimes got out of having such an odd natural coloring. Bulma continued pulling the brush through her hair, removing any knots that had worked themselves into it throughout her day. She tilted her head to the side to get at some of the harder to reach areas underneath the bulk of her hair. And that was when she finally noticed it. A rather large area at the base of her neck which was swollen and red, calling attention to the crescent-shaped wound in the center that had already formed a scab. The outer edges had begun to take on a bruised look as well.

Bulma nearly shreaked when she saw it, but as it was, she was simply too shocked to react. After a few moments of simply staring, dumbfounded, at its reflection in the mirror, she placed her brush down on her vanity slowly and raised her hand to the wound, pressing her fingers ever so lightly against it. However, it did not hurt in the slightest, as she thought it would. It was rather the exact opposite. When she pressed her fingers to the mark, a soft wave of pleasure rolled over her, as if someone had just kissed her there. Blinking rapidly, she quickly pulled her hand away. //What the hell did that kinky bastard do to me,// she wondered confusedly. Experimentally, she brushed her fingers in a circle around the wound. She was rewarded by another wave of pleasure coursing through her, this one slightly more intense than the last. Bulma let out a soft moan, but quickly yanked herself back to reality. //Woah, cool down, girl,// she reprimanded herself. //You have to keep your head. Figure out what the hell is going on here...//

Bulma sighed, then quickly finished brushing her hair and changing into her pajamas. Slipping into the covers of her own bed felt wonderful to her, and despite the general weirdness of the day, she slipped easily off into slumber, knowing that tomorrow she would dedicate herself to her work, and actually get the things she wanted to do accomplished.

***

Vegeta had been training himself mercilessly in the Gravity room for 4 days straight. He was bone weary, starving, and his entire body was on fire and aching from the stresses he'd put it through. And yet it still was not enough. He had brought enough food into the GR to satisfy himself for 3 days, but had managed to make it stretch a little bit. However, he was now facing the reality that he would soon have to leave the GR and replenish his supplies, and perhaps even rest a little. If he wanted to survive, that is...

Over the past couple of days, he had begun picking up empathic impressions from the woman. Not so much telepathy; more like a general sense of her attitude and what she was feeling. Often times she was even tempered, but in the morning she was generally irritated. And in the late evenings, he could feel a slight sadness emanating from her. Blushing, he remembered the feelings coming from her late last night. //She must have discovered what the Saiyan mating mark can do...// He knew it was part of beginning the bond. She, however, would be able to feel nothing from him, since she had not returned his mark. Vegeta wasn't even sure that humans could bond with Saiyans... Kakarrot would know. He winced, first at the thought of asking his self-declared worst enemy about bonding with a woman, and second at the thought of actually completing his bond with the fiery teal-haired female. //No, I will NOT deign myself to that...// Vegeta quickly pulled himself from that train of thought, instead immersing himself in his need to become the Legend. His overpowering urge to finally take back what was rightfully his from that daft idiot, Kakarrot...

Moving to the computer, Vegeta quickly pressed a few buttons on the display panel, increasing the gravity to over 500 times earth's gravity. His muscles burned with the strain of holding his own body together and upright. Even the air felt heavy in his lungs. For a few moments, Vegeta simply stood there, adjusting to the gravity level. Then he began pushing himself harder than before, letting his anger at himself fuel his workout. After a vocal order, the ki-reflector droids Bulma's father had invented sprang to life, zipping and circling around him as if there were absolutely no gravity at all.

Vegeta began attacking them, tossing small ki blasts at them, only to have them reflected back at himself. He dodged, blocked, and even took a few hits head on, striving to overcome the little pieces of machinery. As the machines started to get more and more hits in on him, his fury began to rage and burn with the intensity of a small star. His ki attacks grew more powerful and harder to control in his weakened state, but he continued to push himself harder against his tiny mechanical foes. After dodging one ki blast, he quickly turned and ducked, letting another miss him. He was not quite quick enough, though, and a stray blast caught the back of his shoulder, singeing the skin there. With a roar, he turned on the machine that had caught him, only to see another of his ki attacks nearly at his face. He quickly countered with his own attack, but he was so weak that he could barely hold the other blast at bay. //No! I will not be defeated by a machine... I must push harder! I have to be stronger! I cannot let some low level piece of trash claim the title that was meant for only me!!!// He yelled out in his anger, letting loose everything he had in that moment of realization...

Then all he could hear was a deafening ring in his ears...

All he could see was white...

And all he could feel was pain...


A/N: Well, there's my little alteration of the blowing up of the GR... Sorry there was no lemon in this chappie, and prolly not in the next one either, but good things come to those who wait...