Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Closer to Blue ( Chapter 12 )

Do I own this??? That would be no

 

Dinner had become such a stressful affair. King Vegeta was the only attendant who was entertained by the proceedings. He had observed his son speaking to the blue haired genius daily, not ordering her but instructing her on meditation techniques. Also, in the past few days, the girl's color had improved and her hair shone like spun silk. She may have even laughed a time or two, although she may not admit it.

Meanwhile, Grace became more desperate by the day. She began dropping in uninvited to their sessions asking Prince Vegeta about the most mundane things. First she needed help with a gaudy necklace passed down to her from her mother. Then it was discussion of a law concerning consumption of foreign foods and its effect on the Sayian economy. The frequency of her visits became so irritating that he was forced to place a guard outside the Gravitational Unit with strict orders that anyone who entered unbidden would be killed, without question. Changing tact, Grace clung to the Prince at every evening meal. It was truly a herculean effort to pry her desperate hands off his person so he could assume his place by his father's side. Bulma was usually seated next to the Prince, while Grace was placed across from the Prince, like an outsider.

Grace's state of dress had become more dramatic as well and this evening was no different. Her dress consisted of a translucent silk tulle, wrapped around her body and draped over one shoulder. The stretch bustier underpinning was extremely tight, accentuating her well-endowed breasts. Grace's hair was painstakingly curled in spirals falling down her olive skin. In short, she was gorgeous—a masterpiece made flesh but it was all wasted on the aloof Prince.

Prince Vegeta hated to be forced into anything and he was not going to be enticed by the whore who sat before him. How dare she sit there like a delicious treat when inside she was sour, nasty, and worst of all used. The Prince enjoyed ignoring her and engaging Bulma in conversation while Grace fumed.

At any rate, he liked the Onna. Never again did they touch. Instead, he verbally coached the Onna through her trauma, teaching her how to control it rather than vice versa. The more they meditated, the easier she became to communicate with. They discussed upgrades to the training module and feeding each other with one crazy idea after another. Their conversations stimulated his mind. No woman had ever held his attention so thoroughly in his life.

“Prince Vegeta,” Bulma prodded. She was blushing a bit as the Prince stared into her face. Vegeta blinked. “I heard you Woman, can a Prince not think before giving an answer?” he tried to cover. The truth was—he was staring. He could not help himself. The gleam was returning to her eyes and they sparkled when she spoke. It was as if she were casting as spell upon him and he had no way to escape.

“My apologies, Prince but I thought you would have ample to say concerning the Super Sayian topic,” Bulma said.

“What is there to say, Onna? There will only be one Legendary this generation and he is before you,” he smirked.

“It is true, foreigner,” Grace cut in. “The Prince has the blood of a hundred kings running through his royal veins. Why when he was birthed, no brat ever measured a higher Ki reading,” she gushed. Grace looked admiringly over at the Prince. His face was set in a scowl and his onyx eyes looked over at her coolly.

“I do not remember giving you permission to tell my business, wench,” he growled.

Grace looked as if she had been slapped. She was doing her duty, speaking the glory of her intended. He should be nodding proudly instead of berating her as if she were a third class moron.

King Vegeta leaned in wondering what the next move was going to be. He hoped Grace would explode causing the Prince to throw her out of the dining hall. Instead, he was surprised.

Grace recovered herself and stood. “Forgive me, my Prince. Might I be excused for the evening?”

Stunned all the Prince could do was nod stiffly. With all of the dignity she could muster, Grace swept out of the room, a plan already forming. `Little shit. You will forever regret treating me as if I were nothing!'

Bulma picked at her food nervously as Grace left the group. She knew the woman was jealous but Bulma had made no real claim on her man. They may have kissed and groped a bit, but since then both parties had controlled themselves and focused on their sessions. Bulma had to admit that her training and work had benefited from her increased controlled mind. She improved the training engine from a rudimentary algorithm that could become easy to predict to a complex module that combined the advantages of the other species in order to give the user near infinite possibilities of opponent powers.

“Woman, if you are done playing with your plate, we have meditating to do. I suggest you prepare yourself,” said the Prince startling Bulma from her daydream.

“Of course, just give me 10 minutes.” With that, Bulma set off for her room to change into more appropriate attire.

“Brat, you are forming an attachment to the woman,” stated the King.

“Old man, what business is it of yours?” answered the Prince

“Everything is my business. Now, do not pay games with me. Will you pursue her?”

“Why?” Prince Vegeta was annoyed. When did his father get so nosey and why should he care about his dealings with the Woman

“Watch your tone, boy!” snapped the King. He was getting tired of having to remind his son who was in charge. Taking a breath, he continued with his message. “I have had a communication from Dr. Briefs. Apparently, her former consort is on his way here.”

Vegeta's mask nearly slipped. He wanted to scream to the heavens that no way that son of a bitch was welcome on this planet. That he would blow his ass into the next dimension if he set foot on this planet, but his pride held him in check.

“Why is this my problem? The Onna will deal with him, not I,” the Prince shrugged.

King Vegeta knew he was being lied to but if it is a game he wants then that is what he will get.

“Very well,” said the King. “I am told that he plans to woo her back to his side and take for his own. Since that is none of our concern, think nothing of it.”

Vegeta tightened his jaw. `If that baka thought he was leaving here with her then he was more mental than he imagined.'

“I will not burden the Onna with this ….news. She has made too much progress and this is a distraction her from her current efforts.” `Also it would take focus away from me and place it on to that loser' he thought bitterly.

The King turned away from his son. `So stubborn,' he signed internally. “You best not keep the girl waiting, brat.”

Prince Vegeta exited the chamber on a mission. He would have to step up his plan to get close to the Woman.

 

Bulma was ready to meditate but she still minus the Prince of all Saiyans. She looked forward to the sessions. It was the balm that soothed her mind. She began feeling confident again in certain areas and she was encouraged by Vegeta.

She even toyed with the idea of getting to know the Prince better. Is it possible to get close to a wall of granite with a sarcastic smile and a tongue that could shred you to pieces? How she would love to find out, but knew this course of action was impossible. She shook herself of these sidetracking thoughts and instead, she concentrated on katas until the Prince arrived.

“Computer, opponent Prince Vegeta, mode: Instruct, lesson: kata, music: Closer”

As the music began, a hologram of the surly Prince stood next to Bulma. She had taken his likeness from his many training sessions. The image was true to every detail. Every raised scar, every toned muscle, every hair on his head, all captured in vivid feature ready to take her on as a student.

The handsome clone began taking her through the steps of Heian Shodan and Bulma followed.

The real Prince stood in the shadows watching the goddess before him fluidly step through the exercise. He was lulled into a trance by the music chosen by the beauty. The beat caressed his senses, enflamed his skin, and made is blood race.

Turn the lights off in this place
And she shines just like a star
And I swear I know her face
I just don't know who you are
Turn the music up in here
I still hear her loud and clear
Like she's right there in my ear
Telling me that
She wants to own me
To control me
Come closer
Come closer

Vegeta did as the song bade him. The Prince came closer to the consumed female. So close in fact that before he was able to stop himself, he was breathing down her neck.

Bulma bumped into the entranced Prince and gasped. She was not frightened but she was surprised that the Prince would allow such a slight. “Music off, suspend lesson,” she said, just loud enough to be picked up by the program. Now the motionless couple was drowning in silence, still very close. The Prince was behind her, nearly nuzzling her hair. The brilliant vixen felt the slightest caress under the hem of her shirt stroking her taut abdomen. Bulma closed her eyes, reveling in the touch. Her breath quickened but she did not push for more. Vegeta lent his head forward, placing his lips against her ear. “Are you ready?” he whispered. Bulma had to bite her lip to stop a groan from escaping her throat. All she could do was nod.

Vegeta slithered his hand around Bulma's petite waist and secured her body to his. Then they began to levitate. “What the…?” she began but was hushed by her partner. The couple floated quite gently through the double doors. He took her into the dusky sky with one thought on his mind: making the Onna his.