Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crimes of Passion ❯ Warning ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4: Warning

Vegeta sighed and ran a hand through his coarse hair, as he stared out to the lake before him. 'One month,' he thought to himself. 'One month since that woman came here and plagued my thoughts.'

He knew now that his threats upon her person were and would always be hollow and unfulfilled, although he had no intentions of telling her so. She was far too honorable to follow though with his promises of a painful demise. 'No,' he thought, 'such will not be the end of her.'

Unmistakable was her beauty, and that spirit; it put even the strongest of elite soldiers to shame. She had not dwindled in her own self-pity, for it was nonexistent. She held her head up high, despite the ridicule and shame her position had, although, being a member of the royal party, even as a royal concubine, held no disgrace.

He chuckled to himself. 'No, not a concubine in the least.' True, she slept in his chambers, but not in his bed. Instead, she was given a room adjoining his. He had never laid an unwelcome finger on her. Even after the debacle with Radditz in the cafeteria, he stayed true to his word.

~Flashback~

"You forget who she belongs to."

"I don't belong to anyone!" Bulma screamed defiantly. She was tired of being treated like property by this arrogant man.

"I will show you who you belong to, woman." He grabbed her wrist and slung her over his shoulder. He shot Radditz a warning look. "If I see you alone with her again, you will be sorry you ever laid eyes on her." He turned and marched out of the room, Bulma pounding her fists fruitlessly against his back.

He carried her back to his chambers, with full intentions on making her his, willing or not. He had never cared about her, but seeing her with that third class guard was intolerable. He roughly threw her onto the bed, pinning her beneath his colossal form. He pushed the pain of jealousy out of his mind and focused on the woman who was now trembling beneath him.

Terrified as she was, she bit her lip. She would not whimper or cry, however, her shaking body betrayed her unwavering facade. He bent down to claim her mouth with his. She squirmed a little in his arms, but a treacherous moan left her throat. Slowly, she leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Surprised by her sudden compliancy, his thoughts began to wander to what was truly happening. A single sobering thought came to mind: he had fully intended on raping her. His back noticeably tensed, bringing a questioning look to the now wanting woman.

"V-vegeta?" He only grunted a response, swiftly pushing himself off her.

'Not like this,' he thought. Looking down at the woman before him, he nearly changed his mind. A half pout complimented her flawless face. She lay with her knees together and feet apart, almost taunting him to spread her thighs. Her obscenely short skirt rode up her legs, revealing her silky blue panties. He inaudibly groaned, turning around, hoping to forbid such thoughts from his mind.

He quickly left the room, leaving a confused Bulma behind.

~End Flashback~

Indeed an honorable man, he had kept his promise to her, which had been no small feat. His body longed to reach out for her flesh, although he would never admit that to anyone, not wanting to admit to himself. Occasionally, he would 'accidentally' brush by her, touching her whenever safely possible.

He knew her feelings towards him as well: hate, anger, resent. It caused him many restless nights, the fact that she would never want him in the way he desired her. 'That will all change soon.'

She will be mine.

"Chichi!" Bulma squealed, walking towards her friend. Chichi was on a break, but stayed in the kitchen, fixing herself a snack. Behind the blue haired woman followed a weary Radditz. Contradicting his warning in the cafeteria, Vegeta had assigned him as her personal guard, forcing him to follow her everywhere.

"Hey Bulma. I'm glad you stopped by. I need to talk to you." She caught the sight of the saiyan guard and abruptly stopped her anxiety. "Oh, uh, hi Radditz."

"Hey Chichi." 'What is her problem? I thought she had to talk to the woman.' He was about to question her further, when his brother burst through the door.

"Vegeta has called the high council and he wants us to be there," he called out to his brother, giving Chichi a flirty wink. "He said to leave the woman," death glare from Bulma, "uh, I mean, Miss Bulma with Chichi." A grunt came from Radditz, who turned to face the woman behind him. The twinkle in her eyes melted whatever callous was in his mood.

"Are you going to be okay by yourself?" he asked, concern gleaming in his eyes.

"Of course. I have Chichi with me, anyways. Don't worry about me." She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Surprised by her forwardness, he stood in awe, before reaching down to wrap his arms around her waist. Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, she started to back away, only to have the arms around her tighten, almost possessively. She raised her head, a questioning look in her eyes, but was meet only with a warm smile. He let his grip on her go, before turning around to follow his brother.

Bulma stared out to the back of the saiyan, even after he left the room. Finally, she was snapped back to reality by Chichi and her throat clearing. She turned her head to face her friend and frowned when she was met with giggling.

"What?" she asked annoyingly.

"Oh, nothing…" More giggles. "You know, you better watch it around him."

"What are you talking about? He's my guard."

"Oh sure, and that little 'scene' back there was the act of a guard and his protectee? Look, just be careful about that. If Vegeta ever found out…" She was quickly cut off by a cold glare coming from the blue haired woman.

"Vegeta has nothing to do with it, if there was even an 'it' to talk about," she spat out, her words dripping with resentment.

"Listen, all I'm saying is that he wouldn't take well to his guard being so 'friendly' with his woman."

"I am not his woman!"

"Whether you like it or not, you are still his. And I happen to think that he likes it that way." A playful smirk came across her face, confusing her friend. "Oh come on, like you haven't noticed the way he happens to find time in between training and learning to run a planet, to harass you for nothing. And that way he happens to find a way of his hand 'accidentally' brushing against your…"

"Okay, that's enough. He does not like me like that. You remember what I told you about what happened that day after the lunch thing. He completely left me there." She 'hmphed' and crossed her arms, signaling she was done talking about the subject. Chichi sighed, wondering when her friend was going to grow up.

"Anyways, that's not what I had in mind when I said I needed to talk to you." She looked at Bulma with a dread in her stare. Noticing the change in Chichi's demeanor, she quickly unfolded her arms and sat down in the chair behind her, waiting for the worst to come.

Chichi looked at her friend sympathetically, giving her time to adjust, before proceeding to drop the bad news.

"Let me tell you about something called saiyan mating season…"

Vegeta was livid. Not only were his guards late arriving to the meeting, but that fool Radditz reeked of the familiar scent of fresh lavender.

'That baka has the audacity to come in here smelling of my woman.' He growled lowly to his guard who tensed, realizing his mistake. He gave his prince a look in hopes of forgiveness, but knew it was in vain.

"Now," a council member called, distracting the men from their silent showdown, "We have been called here to discuss the imminent war with Frieza. Bardock, what news of progress in the laboratory?"

Clearing his throat, the older scientist spoke, "We are coming along just fine in there. Miss Briefs has been very successful in production of the ki-guns and the gravity machines are proving very useful to our warriors." The other man gave a satisfied nod.

Vegeta tuned out of the meeting at the mention of Bulma. Never before had anyone had this effect on him. He desired her with every part of himself. 'No, that can't be. The saiyan prince does not hold such weak emotions. But why do I care that the lowly guard has been with her?' He growled, remembering how her scent on him affected him. Nevertheless, he wasn't about to let a third class idiot have what was rightfully his.

"What?!" Bulma screeched. "How do you know this is true?"

"Bulma," Chichi started, "I have lived on Vegetasei for over 10 years now. I know this is a complete shock to you. This can't be easy, but you have to believe me. We need to get you protected now. Tonight is the first night, so there will be saiyan men coming after you soon."

"W-well, what about you? Don't you need protection, too?" Bulma could not believe what her friend was telling her. 'I refuse to let myself be taken by one of these barbarians.'

"Don't worry about me. I only worry about you and that other human woman."

"Oh Kami, Kikiri! We have to warn her!" Bulma grabbed Chichi's hand and hastily pulled her out of the kitchen.

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