Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crimes of Passion ❯ Misunderstandings ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter 8: Misunderstandings

Bulma's eyes widened in surprise to Vegeta's declaration. Had she heard him right? She lifted her body off the bed, standing over the laying prince.

"You've got to be joking," she coughed out. He narrowed his eyes at her dangerously, daring her to defy him such a way again. Unfortunately, this warning was lost on her as she opened her mouth again. "I am not going to sleep with you."

"I never said anything about sleeping with me. Why would I want to lower myself to rut with an unworthy being such as you, hmm?" He silently cursed himself, as he saw the hurt look on her face.

"I don't care what you think about me, Vegeta, but I am not going to sleep in the same bed as you."

"You didn't seem to mind it last night," he noted smugly, propping his head up with this arm. Bulma blushed furiously at his comment, and turned away from him, earning a growl. "Don't turn away from me, woman." He grabbed her arm and spun her around, causing her to lose balance and fall screaming on top of him.

Bulma, having realized the compromising arrangement she was in with the saiyan prince, squirmed nervously, trying to remove her body from his.

Vegeta, annoyed by her movements, reached up to grasp her wrists, effectively stopping her twisting. She cried out to him to let her go, but he did not waiver to her. Having being in a more awkward position than before, she shrieked when the door burst open to reveal her saiyan guard.

Radditz nearly fell to his knees upon seeing his prince with a very flushed Bulma sprawled on top of him. He opened his mouth to speak but found his voice had failed him. He could do nothing but gawk at the pair.

"Radditz," Vegeta growled lowly. He had not forgotten his woman's subconscious cry for the stupid guard. 'Again, I call her my woman. Well, I guess she technically is, so I'll be damned if I let him have her.' "What are you doing coming in the woman's room unannounced?"

Radditz snapped out of his daze to give a shallow bow. "My apologies sir, I was posted outside her room for the morning when I heard a scream."

"Well, now that you know she is in good hands, you may take your leave. See that you learn how to knock before interrupting us again," he implied. Seeing Radditz' obviously hurt glare, he smirked and decided to remind the saiyan to whom the woman belongs to. Bringing her down to him with his grip on her wrists, he pushed his lips to hers, almost laughing when he caught Radditz turn his head and trod out of the room.

Bulma, who had been too shocked to react upon her guard's entrance, finally pushed herself away from a grinning Vegeta. She jumped to her feet, smoothing down her gown. She turned to go to into the bathroom, but squeaked in surprise when she walked right into the chest of the saiyan prince.

"How…" she started but was interrupted by Vegeta's answer.

"Saiyan's are much faster than weak humans. We can move easily without being seen by such slow eyesight." Her response was to growl at him and push past towards the shower.

Vegeta, having decided he had enough fun with her, allowed her passage and headed towards his own room.

Bulma walked out of the bathroom after a somewhat relaxing shower. Her mind kept going over the events of the morning. She had felt content with waking up in Vegeta's arms, but she could not prepare herself for when Vegeta gave his audacious solution to her problem. Even more so, she could not prepare herself for the pained look on her guard's face upon walking in on them after she fell on him. He almost looked…betrayed. She sighed and decided it best to explain herself.

She pulled on a white t-shirt and short navy skirt and headed to her door, where Radditz was sure to be posted outside of. She cautiously opened the door, keeping her head down to avoid chancing seeing another hurt expression in his eyes. She recognized his spiky hair nearly at the floor and spoke to him softly.

"Come in."

Radditz stood guard outside Bulma's room after the site he had witnessed inside the woman's room. He had heard her scream followed by 'Get off me' and assumed the worst. After the incident with Kikiri last night, he had no doubt that some fool would be stupid enough to try to force himself on the Prince's woman. He sighed sadly, rehashing the events that left no room to doubt her belonging to Vegeta.

Suddenly, his 'honorable' prince came stalking through the door. Radditz almost let out a growl, but held back, knowing he had no right to do so. Instead, he customarily bowed to his prince.

"Radditz, I know you didn't need to be told, but now you should be fully aware of whom she belongs to. You are her guard because you are one of my finest warriors, and as far as I'm concerned, you are the reason she is here and not on a ship somewhere getting ravished by Zarbon." With that comment Radditz foolishly let a warning growl escape his throat. He soon found himself with fingers around his throat, pushed against a wall.

"You better watch who you're growling at. Now, as I was saying, you are not her guard so that you can rut around with her. She is not yours, she belongs to me." Vegeta promptly removed his hand from the saiyans throat and walked away, satisfied in himself for having got his point across.

Radditz quickly composed himself, forcing his growing rage to subside. He yet again took his place outside Bulma's door, waiting for possible threats. He seethed for a few moments, his thoughts on the blue haired woman. He kept a stony façade while mixed emotions ran though his mind.

He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts by a slight opening of the door behind him. He kept his face forward, refusing to look at the woman who silently crept her head out the door. He wanted to turn to look into her eyes. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him and how much it pained him to see them together. He wanted to hold her in his arms and take her from the arrogant saiyan prince. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and noticed her head down in shame. All anger that was in him quickly dispersed as she uttered two soft words.

"Come in."

an: Okie, I originally intended this fic to be a B/V, but it has been brought to my attention that some people want B/R (including myself ^.^;). I really love Radditz, I mean, c'mon, look at him ^.~ But then, I also really love Veggie, too. So here's where you guys come in. I wanna know how you guys think the story should go. Obviously, I'm not gonna tell you the final decision, you have to read for yourself, but I wanna know if I should change the ending before the story gets too far along. So lemme know if you guys want Veggie or Radditz to win Bulma! (lucky girl)

Also, I get some people asking me to email them when I update, so I was wondering if I should set up a mailing list or not. If I get enough people wanting email updates, then I will, absolutely, just lemme know guys.

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