Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crimes of Passion ❯ Vegeta's Promise ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter 6: Vegeta's Promise

Utterly confused, she found herself looking into the eyes of her saiyan guard. In her bewilderment, she jolted up from her dream, only to find that she was bound to the bed.

An evil laugh came from above as she realized what had been keeping her down. Her wrists were above her head, constrained by a dominant grip. She let out a surprised yelp as she looked up to face her assailant. A groundswell of fear ran across her features. She had expected to see Radditz, or even Vegeta, but this man who was on top of her was a stranger.

His short black hair was spiky, bangs falling over his eyes. He was huge; obviously his instinctual love of fighting kept him training often. Her eyes fell on a huge scar across his shoulder, before she was shook from her thoughts by the man's voice.

"Good, you finally awoke," the man said in a low, cryptic voice. "It wouldn't have been as fun, not to hear your screams." An evil grin crept on his face, scaring Bulma even more than before. "Prince Vegeta may hold legal claim over you, but he cannot keep such a beauty away from Torid."

Finally, the whole scene set in. 'This was the man making me feel that way in my dream, not Vegeta or Radditz.' Instantly, she felt a sick pain in her stomach. 'No,' she reassured herself, 'that's not true. This man is a monster, definitely not the man from your dream. Come on Bulma, you need to get him the hell off you!'

She started thrashing wildly, kicking her legs around behind the man. She was infuriated by the chuckle that was released from the saiyans throat. He bent down, dark cold eyes never leaving her own. She gasped out, but was silenced by his mouth harshly claiming hers. His tongue thrashed about in her warm mouth. She let out a muffled scream, but it fell on deaf ears, as the man made no sign of stopping.

His free hand wandered up and down her body hurriedly. It finally rest on her heaving chest, ripping open her flimsy night gown. She shrieked into his mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes, which she tightly closed.

Salty drops fell down her face as he roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing it painfully. Keeping her hands above her head, he bent his head down and gave her nipple a quick nibble.

Fruitlessly, she tried to kick him, as her hands were still detained. He seemed not to notice her attempts.

Finally, Bulma gave up. Clenching her eyes shut, she attempted to block out her mind of what was going to happen.

Suddenly, the man was knocked off her. She opened her eyes in shock, only to see a bright flash of light pass before her eyes. Looking for the owner of the ki blast, her eyes set towards the door. A silhouette of a short man appeared.

Vegeta stood in the doorway, breathing heavily, rage burned in his eyes. A powerful aura surrounded him, adding to his menacing demeanor. His glare screamed murder as he stared at the rumble where he saiyan lay. His eyes averted to the bed, where a trembling Bulma watched him with watery eyes.

Glancing in the other man's direction, making sure he didn't move, he slowly advanced toward the scared woman. Sitting next to her, he wiped away a stray tear that had made its way down her cheek. Instantly, Bulma flung her arms around his waist, desperately seeking comfort in his presence.

'Vegeta…' she thought to herself. 'Vegeta saved me?' Suddenly, she was engulfed in darkness, as she slipped in and out of consciousness.

Surprised by her act, Vegeta's eyes shot open. Hesitantly, he put his hand on the small of her back. He suddenly felt a deep need to comfort this woman. He tried to push the foreign feeling aside, but was overwhelmed by her close proximity. He deeply inhaled her scent, growling at the scent of the other saiyan on her body. 'This wont do,' he thought to himself, gingerly picking up the woman and carrying her out the door, not noticing the slight stirring beneath the rubble on the other side of the room.

"Zarbon," Frieza hissed, "what news of our plans for Vegetasei?"

"Well, Sir," Zarbon said coolly, "the stupid monkeys have gone into their yearly mating season. Our operatives inform me that Vegeta's will has yet to be broken, but you should already know that he does not submit so easily to temptations of the flesh."

"Yes, so the little primate has yet to go into heat, how does this benefit our efforts, Zarbon?" Frieza glared at his officer, looking for an answer.

"Yes, well, our agents have informed me that sometime earlier, Vegeta managed to protect his little whore against an attack."

Frieza's eyebrow peaked at the new information. A smirk came across his already evil face.

"Yes, Zarbon," he hissed, "I believe we are right on schedule."

Bulma awoke to find herself surrounded by water. She looked around in a panic, having remembered the events of earlier, only to be met with a warm hand on her shoulder.

"Calm down, woman," a gruff voice said from behind her. A shiver went up her spine, having recognized the voice of the young prince. Bulma instinctively crossed her arms in front of her chest and sunk lower into the water.

Vegeta frowned. Even after saving the woman, she still does not trust him. He let out a small sigh and ran his hand through his coarse hair.

Bulma slowly turned around to face him, body still submerged in water. The sight of him shocked her.

He was bare from the waist up, donning only a pair of sweat pants. A dark blue, fluffy towel was draped over his shoulder, a bar of soap in his left hand. His eyes were fixed on her own, a flash of mixed emotions flickered in his eyes. She saw anger, despair, annoyance, but most dominant of all, was concern.

Vegeta slowly stood up and gave her the soap. He set the towel on the chair he was sitting on. "When you are through," he said, his back to her now, "dry yourself off and your clothes will be waiting for you in your room. I sent for another nightgown. It should be here by the time you are done." With that, he walked out the door, leaving Bulma alone in the bath.

'Why am I in here?' she questioned herself. 'Surely Vegeta did not bring me here. I remember after I was attacked, he held me, but why would he draw me a bath. Not to mention, he seemed like he was ready to bathe me.' She shook her head, and decided, either way, she needed to get clean.

She quickly scrubbed herself off, trying to wash the dirtiness she felt. Deciding it was futile, she slumped down and soaked for a few moments, before standing up to dry herself off. 'Wow, this is a very comfortable towel,' she thought, rubbing the warm terrycloth over her skin. Turning the towel over, she noticed a flash of gold in the indigo. Upon closer inspection, she recognized the royal seal of Vegetasei. 'Wait a minute, that must mean…no, why would Vegeta give me his own towel to dry off with?'

She pushed the thought out of her mind and wrapped the towel around her body. Strolling out of the bathroom into her bedroom, she was surprised to see Vegeta sitting in a chair next to her bed, his forehead in his hands. Deciding he was deep in thought, she quickly grabbed her new nightgown and pulled it on over her head, dropping the towel from her body.

Vegeta's eyes shot open when he saw her put on her clothes. 'What? Why is she changing in here?' His thoughts were silenced when he gazed upon her briefly naked body. Her creamy light skin was unblemished, with only a slight tan to it. She was perfectly petite, but with very womanly curves. His gaze quickly averted, before she had the chance to notice it.

She cautiously sauntered over to the bed, sitting at the edge, her back away from the prince.

"Sleep," the deep voice of Vegeta commanded, startling Bulma. She turned a questioning look to him, but was only met with a cold gaze. "I said go to sleep. Which part of that do you not understand?"

A slow boil of anger came over her, but she decided that he was right; she did need some sleep. She sighed defeat and laid on the bed, pulling the covers over her body. She turned to look at Vegeta, but he was not in his seat. She looked around the room and found his retreating form at the door.

"Vegeta," she called out. He turned his head in interest, waiting to hear what she would say. He was not, however, prepared for the words that came out of her mouth. "Please stay with me, I don't want to be alone." A shocked look come across his face, but he turned around and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge.

"Woman," he started. Before he could get out another word, he was pulled back onto the bed. He, surprisingly, did not protest, but instead, he arms moved to their own accord and pulled her small body against his own. She relished in the warmth of his embrace; finding solace in his arms.

Vegeta silently cursed himself. He had intended to bring her back to her room, clean her, and let her sleep. Instead, by some weird forces, he found himself holding the woman. He was not ignorant to the fact that all male saiyans were going into heat. He had long since been able to control his natural urges, but found his self-control wavering around this woman. He was brought out of his thoughts by her voice.

"Vegeta, is it true that all saiyan males are going into heat?"

He thought for a moment before giving her a direct answer. "Yes."

"Even you?"

He sighed and turned his head to look into her eyes. "I have long ago been able to suppress my natural urges. I have no time to spend pursuing such things. I am far too busy training."

"I see," she murmured. "How long will this last?"

"One week. For one week, all saiyan males will be hostile and the need to mate will soon overcome their wits." He set a bored glance out the window. A look of fear came across Bulma, his words setting in.

"So-o, I have to worry about being raped for a whole week?" she said to herself, her voice barely a whisper. His saiyan hearing, however caught her words and an uncontrolled growl left his lips.

"No," he said firmly. "I will not allow it." He looked back down to the woman, catching her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. "I will protect you with my life. You are my responsibility and I will not allow any more harm to come to you."

His words comforted her greatly and her eyes started to water. She unlocked her chin from his grip and buried her face in his chest. "Thank you," she managed to choke out. She quietly sobbed into him, infuriating the prince. 'How could I let this happen to her? I knew that someone would come after her.' He wrapped his arms tightly around her, while he continued to scold himself.

He noticed her sobs stop and her small breathes filled the room. Calmed down slightly, he brought his face to her hair and inhaled her scent. She smelled of fresh lavender. Her scent invaded his senses, draining his restraint. 'How am I supposed to keep my control when she's this close to me?' He let his thoughts clear as he felt himself being pulled into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: Ok, no evil cliffhanger this time. I'm really starting to get into this story, so hopefully it'll get better from here. Wow, I didn't realize that many people share my love of Radditz! Sorry, but this will be a B/V fic, but don't count Radditz out of the picture just yet. Reviews and criticism are always welcome!

Next time: The morning after. Will Vegeta keep his promise?