Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Coming of Age ❯ Chapter 6

Thanks again for your lovely reviews, here's Chapter 6!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball.

 

 

Pan flew home, savouring the cool wind whipping around her. She had never felt so hot! She smiled to herself and brought her hand up to her lips, still tasting her Prince.

It was amazing, no, he was amazing. She knew deep down that committing adultery shouldn't feel this good, but it was hard to suppress these wild thoughts right now.

 

Dende, he was magnificent. She could still feel every touch, every kiss. He had been gentle with her at first - a trait she had never associated with Vegeta - then raw, feral even.

 

She slowed in her flight. It was taking every ounce of willpower she had not to turn round right there and then and demand a repeat performance. They had agreed though. It was even his own words; “One night”.

 

A sharp pain shot through her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

 

One night… One night, that's all it was. That's all she was allowed.

 

Her breathing became laboured; she could only take in short breaths that were making her feel dizzy. Her head started to pound. She lowered herself to the ground, gasping for air.

 

Her vision was blurred, and she didn't know where she was. She started to panic.

 

“V… Ve… Vegeta…” she croaked, her voice not much more than a whisper, before the twilight faded entirely to black.

 

 

He had been concentrating on her ki ever since she left. It had taken a lot not to just go and follow her, but now he felt he had reason.

 

Her ki was erratic - it was as though she was scared, panicked even. He took off quicker than the eye could see and blasted into the air with speed.

 

A million thoughts were racing through his head. What would he find, there wasn't any indication as to what to expect. In some sick way, he was glad that she was in distress, because it gave him an excuse to see her again. He was also certain at this hour her parents would be sleeping and unaware to the state of their daughter.

 

He grunted, picking up the pace. He actually hoped that no-one had gone to her aid, selfish as it sounded. He was battling with himself constantly over the girl and he needed to put it to rest, but as soon as he thought he had reasoned with himself, he would go full circle and start contradicting himself once again.

 

She was close. He stopped flying and stay suspended in the air for a few moments, taking in his surroundings, looking for any sign of his one-shot lover. He looked down and felt her distressed ki radiating weakly. He lowered himself; landing mere feet from her curled up figure.

 

She wasn't moving. She wasn't even conscious.

 

“Onna!” Vegeta shouted, hoping to get her attention.

 

Nothing.

He walked over to her and crouched down, rolling the young woman over so he could see her face. It was pale, paler than he had see before. The rosy glow she had left him with was now a ghostly pallor. A thin sheen of sweat lined her brow and her chest moved up and down unsteadily with her forced breathing.

 

He was worried. He had never worried about someone in this manner before, and to be honest, it scared him witless.

 

He had no idea what to do with her - he didn't want to take her back to Capsule Corp. and have that frustrating woman screech at him over nothing. At the same point, he didn't fancy the idea of taking her back to her parent's house, where surely the same screeching would occur - just from Kakarrot's ridiculous son instead.

 

He took the girl into his arms, just as he had earlier that night and held her close to him, silently praying for a miracle.

 

His heart was beating so loudly - he swore it was even in his mouth at one point. He was racking his brain for anything, anything that would be able to help him to help her. Nothing. So he started to talk to her.

 

“Don't do this to yourself Onna. You are stronger than that. I don't know what's wrong with you, but I'm not going to leave until you look at me again…” He paused.

 

What was wrong with him? He was the Prince of all Saiya-jins, not some lovesick teenager. Why was he fawning over the girl so much? He got to his feet, Pan still in his arms and took to the sky in the direction of Mt. Pazou.

 

Was he really just going to leave her outside her house without a second thought in the hope that her parents would realise she needed them? Could he really do that?

 

In the space of 48 hours he had been on an emotional rollercoaster and knew full well he wasn't acting himself. It was like a long dormant part of him had been resurrected by the girl in his arms; was it really something he should ignore?

 

He slowed down again - fighting yet another internal battle with himself. His face contorted in pain, so many demons that had been left untouched for so many years were rearing their ugly heads once again. He wasn't ready for the potential domination his emotional side could have over the façade he had been wearing so successfully for as long as he could remember.

 

Lost in his thoughts for what seemed like the millionth time that day, he didn't even notice Pan stirring in his arms, her eyes fluttering open, then widening in disbelief at her surroundings.

 

“Vegeta-sama?” Her voice croaked. She strained her head upwards to look at him. “Why are you here?”

 

His mouth opened in surprise, but no words would come out. He shut his eyes and held her closer to him again, inhaling deeply in relief.

 

 

Pan's head was throbbing.

 

She couldn't understand why Vegeta was here and why he was holding her like he was. If she hadn't seen him with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe that he was acting in such a way.

 

She closed her eyes and savoured the moment of being close to him again, for she knew that it wouldn't last. She brought her hand up to his chest and lightly traced the line of his collarbone with her finger, remembering silently how he had moaned for her when she placed kiss after kiss on him there.

 

He tensed unexpectedly under her touch, making her withdraw her hand quickly.

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

“Can you fly?”

 

“Yes, I think so.”

 

He let her go harshly, making her fall several feet before she regained her composure, shocked at his blunt action. Her eyes searched his, but his barrier was up. They were cloudy, cold and callous as she remembered them before this day.

 

“Your eyes reveal too much to me Saiya-no-Ouji.” She whispered, more to herself than him before she turned in the direction of her house and headed away from her inconsistent companion.

 

 

Moonlight flooded the room, dancing off fittings and fixtures and illuminating the paling blue hair of Bulma Briefs.

 

She had a feeling she couldn't shake. A feeling of… she had no idea.

 

Throwing back the sheets from the bed she had shared with Vegeta for numerous years she eased herself out and padded softly over to the window, staring up at the thousands of stars waving their hello in the clear night sky.

 

It was no secret that she was getting older and it depressed her no end. Vegeta was immortally youthful - just as Goku had been before he merged with the Dragonballs.

 

She sighed and studied a strand of her greying hair. Her and Vegeta had been distant in recent weeks, more so than usual and it was bugging her. He had seemed to understand her when she had initially sat him down, after another milestone birthday and explained that she wasn't able to keep up with his… demands, if you will, due to the aging of her body - not the unwillingness of her mind. He seemed to have understood.

 

Irrational paranoia; that's what she would put it down to! Bulma Briefs was all about logic. She wasn't going let some funny five minutes eat away at her.

 

She sat back down on the bed and sighed deeply once more. She just wished that he was here now with her. What she wouldn't give to have him lower that seemingly impenetrable barrier for her again and just hold her like he used in the good old days.

 

She loved the fact that she was the only one who saw the true Vegeta, not that cold, regal exterior he was well known for.

 

She smiled. At least that was one thing she was sure of. She was the only one.

 

 

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