Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Contact ( Chapter 25 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
For some Contact if very bad..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.01.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 560 | Status: Work In Progress
For some Contact if very bad..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.01.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 560 | Status: Work In Progress
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Contact
*WHACK*
The threesome had not barely crossed the threshold of the lab before Bulma delivered a devastating right to the jaw of Yamcha. It staggered her former beau and brought out an immediate stream of blood.
“Bulma! Look I--ahhh!” he cried as Bulma ran at him, knocking Yamcha to the ground. Her fists were flying near the speed of light at his face. She wanted to beat his head off his shoulders.
“Do you know what they did to me?!” she yelled--still punching. “Six-” *WHACK* “Fucking-”*WHACK* “Months” *WHACK* “of torture too sick for your mind to imagine!”
Yamcha was near unconscious--moaning and bleeding all over the floor. He was starting to lose color. Bulma knew he had enough but she was nowhere near satisfied. As she reared back to begin again her arm was stopped--by Bardock.
Bardock looked on her with a near smile. He knew Yamcha deserved this beating and more but dealing him his death at this time would bring them attention that they didn’t need. “Alright, my girl” Bardock began “enough for now, you will have your chance again.”
Bulma struggled but slowly allowed Bardock to remove her from the beaten man. He draped his large arm around her and brought her close. Reaching back, Bardock hit the button summoning the medical team. With the care of a father, he steered Bulma into his office and into a comfortable chair. She was still angry but so tired now--and covered in Yamcha’s blood. She almost laughed because she thought she might look like Carrie from the Stephen King novel.
Grabbing a cloth and cleanser, Bardock began to care for Bulma--removing the offending blood that marred her skin. In his quiet way, he was comforting her. He could never heal her pain but he would make sure that here she would be safe.
Bulma raised her eyes to stare Bardock’s onyx ones. Her iris’ were like icechips as they hardened. She had to ask no matter what the answer.
“Vegeta....”
He dropped his eyes. He shouldn’t have to break her heart all over again. Not after what she had already endured.
“I think that is a subject for another time. Maybe after a few days when you have had some rest.” Bardock rose to grab another cloth but Bulma caught his hand.
“Not later. Not tomorrow. NOW, Bardock” she said with an authority he could not resist.
Solemnly, Bardock nodded and sat with Bulma. He really just wanted to pull her to his chest and never let go, protect her from the universe and never let endure another minute of pain but she was resolute. She wanted all the facts, anything less would be lying.
“Are you aware of King Vegeta’s murder?” Bardock asked.
Bulma paled a bit. She had heard of the King’s death in great disgusting detail. Dodoria made sure she absorbed the entire story while holding her down and forcing his disgusting prick inside her. She shuddered and wanted to vomit but held her own. She simply nodded to Bardock giving him the go-ahead to continue.
Swallowing, Bardock went on. “It is said that after the passing of the King, Prince Vegeta had a mental break of sorts.” Bulma’s eye’s widened. “...impossible.” she whispered.
“He locked himself away for days and trained brutally. He was found battered and bruised and was taken for care. The medical staff prescribed rest and quiet after a session in the rejuvenation tank.. He was unconscious for six days. When he woke, he had moderate memory loss of the past year. The Princess and council kept vigil at his bedside while keeping the planet up to date on his progress.”
“Princess my ass” Bulma said indignantly. She pounded her thighs and stood up. “There is no way in seven hells he would have married her, Bardock. He hates her!”
“Well you are partially correct. Due to unrest, the council declared Grace to be the next Princess as she was already arranged to be married to the Prince and being pregnant with his child at the time solidified the decision.” Bardock held up his hands as Bulma charged him--mad as a hornet. “That is utter bullshit!” she screamed. “He would NEVER have touched that whore!”
“Please, Bulma, you cannot just go and beat the blazes out of Grace. She is the sovereign Princess of this planet....and the Prince loves her. He has said as much publicly after she miscarried the supposed heir.”
Bulma shook her head vigorously. “No, you’re wrong. He loves me! Bardock--no!” She melted into his arms and cried uncontrollably. Her body was shaking like a leaf in a storm. It was too much to take. Her Vegeta in love with that lying witch? Not possible! She wanted to close her eyes and never open them again. If she could just die--she would do it this very moment.
Then something peculiar happened. A wealth of fortitude, will, and inner strength flooded her body. ‘Save him...save him...save him...’ this thought kept coming back to her running in a loop through her mind. It took her mind off her sadness and instead gave her focus. She began to calm as her tears dried.
“We have to do something, Bardock. This cannot be the end.” Bulma said hoarsely into Bardock’s chest. She looked up to see if she had an ally. Bardock’s eyes shined with happiness and a spark of fire. “Yes, Bulma we will have to do something...though it will have to be subtle. With Zarbon here watching for the Ice-jin lord, we will have be operate very cautiously.”
Bulma smiled for the first time in ages. “You have your own theory, don’t you?” she said.
He nodded in the affirmative. He then relayed all that he had been told since her disappearance. How Yamcha had employed Grace as his partner in order to get her back only to be double-crossed and left for dead.
“Good for him” Bulma snarked
Bardock smirked “I believe there is more going on here and that the Princess is in the middle of it all. If we can separate the Prince from Grace, it is possible that he could begin to recover his former self.”
“How are we going to do that? She clings to him like some sort of sycophant.”
“Well we could appeal to his fighting nature.” said Bardock knowingly.
Putting their heads together, the two scientists began to plan for the downfall of the Princess and the return of the Prince they both revered so much.
Vegeta had brushed Princess Grace off for the third time today. She was annoying him, trying to grab most if not all of his attention. Vegeta had been agitated ever since Zabon appeared with that woman over a week ago. ‘That woman...Bulma I believe that is her name--so beautiful and strong’ he thought.
He wanted to be able to find some peace --he locked himself in the training center so that he could meditate. It had been awhile since he engaged in the activity, mostly because running an empire and having a demanding mate was a full time commitment.
Assuming the lotus position, he began to regulate his breathing and releasing the tension in his shoulders. He let his mind go blank, giving over to the silence that surrounded him. He felt good, almost like his old self again and he welcomed that with a smirk.
Slowly, an image began making its way to the forefront of his mind. He creased his forehead in concentration but could not focus. Knowing he was mentally strong, he attempted to dismiss the fuzzy image but had no luck. His frustration was growing by the second as he strained to view the object.
“Ahh DAMMIT!” he yelled to no one in particular, however he was not alone.
Bulma was there, behind the Prince as he meditated. She kept very quiet as to not disturb him.
Still wearing her two piece from the trip, she stunned the Prince with her beauty. “Umm..hello Prince Vegeta. I am sorry to disturb you but I must review this console.” she said.
Vegeta did not speak. He was on his feet before he knew it, gliding over to the scientist. He circled her, taking in every inch of her form--committing it to memory. “Greetings, Dr. Briefs. Do not worry about bothering me” he said lightly. “Meditation session was going south quickly so I welcome the intrusion.
Bulma swallowed thickly. She felt his Ki and is was off slightly...she couldn’t put her finger on it but it was like this was a clone of her lover. “Well then...I will just get to work” she said.
Bulma moved to the console and began a diagnostic scan. She frowned. Vegeta hadn’t trained on the Master level since just shortly after she was abducted. Hell he barely trained at all. She growled internally. They were turning him into a bureaucratic puppet and she was going to put a stop to that right now.
“Prince Vegeta?”
“Yes, Dr. Briefs?”
“I need to calibrate this system, do you think you could help me?” Bulma asked.
“I do not see how, I am not technically inclined. Are you not the scientist here?” he teased
Bulma smiled, and lit up Vegeta’s heart. “Yes, it is true i am a scientist but i was looking for something a bit more physical from you.”
Vegeta came closer to the console and peered into Bulma’s radiant face. “What did you have in mind, Woman” he rasped. His voice was so husky, Bulma wanted to faint. Her breathing sped up as he leaned closer--maybe flirting, maybe intimidating her.
“K-k-kata’s” she stuttered shifting her eyes away from his.
“What about them?” he asked, moving into her personal space--flustering her even more.
“W-w-w-would you step through a set with me, please?” She was near panting. Being this close without being able to touch him was almost too much to bear.
He loved the effect he was having on the blue haired beauty. Yes he wanted her, but it was so much more than that. He leaned in as close as possible, noses almost touching and whispered “Lead the way, Woman”.
It sounded like a challenge and that was all Bulma needed to gather herself. Looking him straight in the eye, she leaned closer still, a hare’s breath away from his lips. She spoke the command “Kata practice, occupants only, background.....thunderstorm”.
The room darkened slightly and was filled with the sound of steady rain with thunder rumbling every now and again.
Still holding each other's eyes, Vegeta and Bulma walked to the middle of the room very much in step. Side by side they began to slowly work through the Kata with no Ki, just strength. The Heian Godan always gave Bulma trouble and she began to struggle. During an intricate series, she missed a step and fell forward---but instead of hitting the floor, she was pulled back into Vegeta’s arms.
Placing his lips as close to her ear as possible, he whispered “Woman, you must show care when training. I may not always be here to stop your clumsy behavior.” Vegeta’s nose was in her hair reveling in her scent. He loved it...he missed it?
Without meaning to, he pulled her tight into his embrace, her back pressing against his chest. She could feel his heart thumping as she began to rest her head back against Vegeta’s shoulder. He dipped his head running his nose down her neck. Bulma gasped at his action, pressing her body more into his. Vegeta trailed a hand down her arm and placed it upon her hip. Pulling slightly, it relieved a little of the pressure in his groin.
A bell toned alerting the entranced couple that the session was over. For Bulma that sound served as a wake-up call and she spun out of Vegeta’s grasp. She wanted him so badly but now was not the time. She threw a towel to the Prince while taking one for herself.
“Woman--” Vegeta started.
“I apologize, my Prince. I am not sure what got into me. I will not let it happen again.” said Bulma resolutely.
Vegeta wanted it to happen again. He didn’t know why but he had to have her that close again. Facing her he said, “You will join us for the evening meal tonight. Council members and advisers can be supernaturally boring. Sure you can liven up the mundane event?”
Bulma blushed--it was almost a compliment from him. “Yes, your highness, I shall attend and do my best to contribute to the conversation.”
Vegeta nodded in response then excused himself for a shower and to dress for what he hoped was a very interesting dinner.
Bulma breathed a heavy sign of relief once she was alone. Her heart was beating a mile a just having been in the same room as Vegeta. She closed her eyes and remembered what had just occured, how his touch lit her skin on fire, how his look cut right through her, how being in his arms felt. It was almost like it was and gods she missed it. But she did not linger as she too had to get ready for dinner. Bulma shut down the console and exited the module making her way to the suite she shared with the very tempting Zarbon.
Contact
*WHACK*
The threesome had not barely crossed the threshold of the lab before Bulma delivered a devastating right to the jaw of Yamcha. It staggered her former beau and brought out an immediate stream of blood.
“Bulma! Look I--ahhh!” he cried as Bulma ran at him, knocking Yamcha to the ground. Her fists were flying near the speed of light at his face. She wanted to beat his head off his shoulders.
“Do you know what they did to me?!” she yelled--still punching. “Six-” *WHACK* “Fucking-”*WHACK* “Months” *WHACK* “of torture too sick for your mind to imagine!”
Yamcha was near unconscious--moaning and bleeding all over the floor. He was starting to lose color. Bulma knew he had enough but she was nowhere near satisfied. As she reared back to begin again her arm was stopped--by Bardock.
Bardock looked on her with a near smile. He knew Yamcha deserved this beating and more but dealing him his death at this time would bring them attention that they didn’t need. “Alright, my girl” Bardock began “enough for now, you will have your chance again.”
Bulma struggled but slowly allowed Bardock to remove her from the beaten man. He draped his large arm around her and brought her close. Reaching back, Bardock hit the button summoning the medical team. With the care of a father, he steered Bulma into his office and into a comfortable chair. She was still angry but so tired now--and covered in Yamcha’s blood. She almost laughed because she thought she might look like Carrie from the Stephen King novel.
Grabbing a cloth and cleanser, Bardock began to care for Bulma--removing the offending blood that marred her skin. In his quiet way, he was comforting her. He could never heal her pain but he would make sure that here she would be safe.
Bulma raised her eyes to stare Bardock’s onyx ones. Her iris’ were like icechips as they hardened. She had to ask no matter what the answer.
“Vegeta....”
He dropped his eyes. He shouldn’t have to break her heart all over again. Not after what she had already endured.
“I think that is a subject for another time. Maybe after a few days when you have had some rest.” Bardock rose to grab another cloth but Bulma caught his hand.
“Not later. Not tomorrow. NOW, Bardock” she said with an authority he could not resist.
Solemnly, Bardock nodded and sat with Bulma. He really just wanted to pull her to his chest and never let go, protect her from the universe and never let endure another minute of pain but she was resolute. She wanted all the facts, anything less would be lying.
“Are you aware of King Vegeta’s murder?” Bardock asked.
Bulma paled a bit. She had heard of the King’s death in great disgusting detail. Dodoria made sure she absorbed the entire story while holding her down and forcing his disgusting prick inside her. She shuddered and wanted to vomit but held her own. She simply nodded to Bardock giving him the go-ahead to continue.
Swallowing, Bardock went on. “It is said that after the passing of the King, Prince Vegeta had a mental break of sorts.” Bulma’s eye’s widened. “...impossible.” she whispered.
“He locked himself away for days and trained brutally. He was found battered and bruised and was taken for care. The medical staff prescribed rest and quiet after a session in the rejuvenation tank.. He was unconscious for six days. When he woke, he had moderate memory loss of the past year. The Princess and council kept vigil at his bedside while keeping the planet up to date on his progress.”
“Princess my ass” Bulma said indignantly. She pounded her thighs and stood up. “There is no way in seven hells he would have married her, Bardock. He hates her!”
“Well you are partially correct. Due to unrest, the council declared Grace to be the next Princess as she was already arranged to be married to the Prince and being pregnant with his child at the time solidified the decision.” Bardock held up his hands as Bulma charged him--mad as a hornet. “That is utter bullshit!” she screamed. “He would NEVER have touched that whore!”
“Please, Bulma, you cannot just go and beat the blazes out of Grace. She is the sovereign Princess of this planet....and the Prince loves her. He has said as much publicly after she miscarried the supposed heir.”
Bulma shook her head vigorously. “No, you’re wrong. He loves me! Bardock--no!” She melted into his arms and cried uncontrollably. Her body was shaking like a leaf in a storm. It was too much to take. Her Vegeta in love with that lying witch? Not possible! She wanted to close her eyes and never open them again. If she could just die--she would do it this very moment.
Then something peculiar happened. A wealth of fortitude, will, and inner strength flooded her body. ‘Save him...save him...save him...’ this thought kept coming back to her running in a loop through her mind. It took her mind off her sadness and instead gave her focus. She began to calm as her tears dried.
“We have to do something, Bardock. This cannot be the end.” Bulma said hoarsely into Bardock’s chest. She looked up to see if she had an ally. Bardock’s eyes shined with happiness and a spark of fire. “Yes, Bulma we will have to do something...though it will have to be subtle. With Zarbon here watching for the Ice-jin lord, we will have be operate very cautiously.”
Bulma smiled for the first time in ages. “You have your own theory, don’t you?” she said.
He nodded in the affirmative. He then relayed all that he had been told since her disappearance. How Yamcha had employed Grace as his partner in order to get her back only to be double-crossed and left for dead.
“Good for him” Bulma snarked
Bardock smirked “I believe there is more going on here and that the Princess is in the middle of it all. If we can separate the Prince from Grace, it is possible that he could begin to recover his former self.”
“How are we going to do that? She clings to him like some sort of sycophant.”
“Well we could appeal to his fighting nature.” said Bardock knowingly.
Putting their heads together, the two scientists began to plan for the downfall of the Princess and the return of the Prince they both revered so much.
Vegeta had brushed Princess Grace off for the third time today. She was annoying him, trying to grab most if not all of his attention. Vegeta had been agitated ever since Zabon appeared with that woman over a week ago. ‘That woman...Bulma I believe that is her name--so beautiful and strong’ he thought.
He wanted to be able to find some peace --he locked himself in the training center so that he could meditate. It had been awhile since he engaged in the activity, mostly because running an empire and having a demanding mate was a full time commitment.
Assuming the lotus position, he began to regulate his breathing and releasing the tension in his shoulders. He let his mind go blank, giving over to the silence that surrounded him. He felt good, almost like his old self again and he welcomed that with a smirk.
Slowly, an image began making its way to the forefront of his mind. He creased his forehead in concentration but could not focus. Knowing he was mentally strong, he attempted to dismiss the fuzzy image but had no luck. His frustration was growing by the second as he strained to view the object.
“Ahh DAMMIT!” he yelled to no one in particular, however he was not alone.
Bulma was there, behind the Prince as he meditated. She kept very quiet as to not disturb him.
Still wearing her two piece from the trip, she stunned the Prince with her beauty. “Umm..hello Prince Vegeta. I am sorry to disturb you but I must review this console.” she said.
Vegeta did not speak. He was on his feet before he knew it, gliding over to the scientist. He circled her, taking in every inch of her form--committing it to memory. “Greetings, Dr. Briefs. Do not worry about bothering me” he said lightly. “Meditation session was going south quickly so I welcome the intrusion.
Bulma swallowed thickly. She felt his Ki and is was off slightly...she couldn’t put her finger on it but it was like this was a clone of her lover. “Well then...I will just get to work” she said.
Bulma moved to the console and began a diagnostic scan. She frowned. Vegeta hadn’t trained on the Master level since just shortly after she was abducted. Hell he barely trained at all. She growled internally. They were turning him into a bureaucratic puppet and she was going to put a stop to that right now.
“Prince Vegeta?”
“Yes, Dr. Briefs?”
“I need to calibrate this system, do you think you could help me?” Bulma asked.
“I do not see how, I am not technically inclined. Are you not the scientist here?” he teased
Bulma smiled, and lit up Vegeta’s heart. “Yes, it is true i am a scientist but i was looking for something a bit more physical from you.”
Vegeta came closer to the console and peered into Bulma’s radiant face. “What did you have in mind, Woman” he rasped. His voice was so husky, Bulma wanted to faint. Her breathing sped up as he leaned closer--maybe flirting, maybe intimidating her.
“K-k-kata’s” she stuttered shifting her eyes away from his.
“What about them?” he asked, moving into her personal space--flustering her even more.
“W-w-w-would you step through a set with me, please?” She was near panting. Being this close without being able to touch him was almost too much to bear.
He loved the effect he was having on the blue haired beauty. Yes he wanted her, but it was so much more than that. He leaned in as close as possible, noses almost touching and whispered “Lead the way, Woman”.
It sounded like a challenge and that was all Bulma needed to gather herself. Looking him straight in the eye, she leaned closer still, a hare’s breath away from his lips. She spoke the command “Kata practice, occupants only, background.....thunderstorm”.
The room darkened slightly and was filled with the sound of steady rain with thunder rumbling every now and again.
Still holding each other's eyes, Vegeta and Bulma walked to the middle of the room very much in step. Side by side they began to slowly work through the Kata with no Ki, just strength. The Heian Godan always gave Bulma trouble and she began to struggle. During an intricate series, she missed a step and fell forward---but instead of hitting the floor, she was pulled back into Vegeta’s arms.
Placing his lips as close to her ear as possible, he whispered “Woman, you must show care when training. I may not always be here to stop your clumsy behavior.” Vegeta’s nose was in her hair reveling in her scent. He loved it...he missed it?
Without meaning to, he pulled her tight into his embrace, her back pressing against his chest. She could feel his heart thumping as she began to rest her head back against Vegeta’s shoulder. He dipped his head running his nose down her neck. Bulma gasped at his action, pressing her body more into his. Vegeta trailed a hand down her arm and placed it upon her hip. Pulling slightly, it relieved a little of the pressure in his groin.
A bell toned alerting the entranced couple that the session was over. For Bulma that sound served as a wake-up call and she spun out of Vegeta’s grasp. She wanted him so badly but now was not the time. She threw a towel to the Prince while taking one for herself.
“Woman--” Vegeta started.
“I apologize, my Prince. I am not sure what got into me. I will not let it happen again.” said Bulma resolutely.
Vegeta wanted it to happen again. He didn’t know why but he had to have her that close again. Facing her he said, “You will join us for the evening meal tonight. Council members and advisers can be supernaturally boring. Sure you can liven up the mundane event?”
Bulma blushed--it was almost a compliment from him. “Yes, your highness, I shall attend and do my best to contribute to the conversation.”
Vegeta nodded in response then excused himself for a shower and to dress for what he hoped was a very interesting dinner.
Bulma breathed a heavy sign of relief once she was alone. Her heart was beating a mile a just having been in the same room as Vegeta. She closed her eyes and remembered what had just occured, how his touch lit her skin on fire, how his look cut right through her, how being in his arms felt. It was almost like it was and gods she missed it. But she did not linger as she too had to get ready for dinner. Bulma shut down the console and exited the module making her way to the suite she shared with the very tempting Zarbon.