Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing on the razors edge.... ❯ Chapter six ( Chapter 6 )

I don't own DBZ so please don't sue…Thanks! Special thanks for Mistress Alexa for all her help and beta reading.


Dancing on the razor's edge…


Bulma has come up missing once again. This time I thought she'd be back after a day or two, but it's been two weeks. The last time I saw her she was ordering workers around in her bedroom, setting up new furniture. I peered around the corner, curious to what the hell was going on finding her sitting in a new black leather chair in the corner of the room barking orders to the men to be careful with the new bed. The next morning after I came in from training, I found the new bed in my room and the old one gone. I didn't mind it too much; at least she had good taste. It was done all in black, tall four-poster with a canopy done in rich black silk that draped down each post. I just hope she doesn't want to reclaim it too soon. I rather enjoy it; it was made for royalty like me.

The stuff I confiscated from her room the night after the club fight ended up being flushed down the toilet. I watched the white powder cascade down from the vile to the water, dissolving in an instant. If the Mistresses' were right, she didn't need the cocaine. Why in the hell does she think she needs that shit to survive? She didn't need it before and she doesn't need it now, that's my reasoning behind taking it.

The weakling warrior stopped by a few days ago worried about her. I played it off when he started to ask questions as to why I was at the club. I couldn't come right out and say that I was worried about her also. Damn her straight to hell for growing on me. Even the smell of her shampoo that lingered in the bathroom caused me to involuntarily shiver and my thoughts raced back to her. Even the bed I slept in wasn't safe of her intoxicating scent. She had only slept on it once, but the smell was embedded through and through. I growl to myself. Everywhere I go has a reminder of her. Damn it, no matter how hard I try I can't get rid of her.

For the third time this week the gravity room has been on the fritz. I managed to patch it together the best I could to continue training. Damn Kakarott and damn androids! If it weren't for them, I would be back in space pillaging and purging planets for my own wealth and glory. I chuckle to myself, I the rouge saiyan prince with nothing. Fucking Frieza.


I know I've been gone a lot longer then the last time I came up missing, but I'm purely pissed at Vegeta and his holier then thou attitude with me. He swiped my cocaine and wouldn't give it back. I banged on the bathroom door demanding him to give it back, but all I received was an evil laugh from the other side of the door in return. Fuck him; he flushed five hundred zeni worth of cocaine down the toilet for his own sick pleasure.

But on with what's been happening with me. I've crashed over at Ashleigh's house the past few weeks. I got unlimited supplies of what I need here and she doesn't treat me like shit. I've gone out every night to a different club kicking up my heels and having fun. You only live once and you might as well make the best of it while you can. I swear my bankcard is getting a work out with all the funds I've withdrawn though. I didn't know that the life style I was in cost this much, but it doesn't matter does it? I'm rich, dirty, rotten, filthy, stinking rich!

Last night I went out with Ashleigh to buy some more coke since we were running pretty low, and the guys at the club were low as well. The place she drove to was on the worse side of town, the place where your mother and father warned you to never venture there after dark. Now I know why they said that. She was calm and cool about the whole thing, while I panicked in my brain. But hey, it was all worth it right? We were going to score some coke and get the hell out of there right? Wrong I was to assume that. Ashleigh told me to stay in the car and wait for her. So I sat and waited, changing the radio station in boredom. When she didn't return in twenty minutes I pulled the keys from the ignition and went looking for her. As I turned the corner she rounded earlier I saw flashing red and blue lights with a lot of people lined up against the wall, Ashleigh included. I gasped and immediately left the area and went back to her place. That's all I needed was to be arrested trying to obtain drugs. I wrote a quick note to her and told her I'd replace the last of the cocaine that I just snagged out of the cabinet in the bathroom and I took off to go home.

I sniffed the last of the cocaine before I entered the house. It was dark and silent when I entered quietly, trying to sneak up to my room so I didn't wake anyone. As I was passing down the hall, I found Vegeta's door cracked open. I raised an eyebrow to this because he never left his door open before whether it is while he slept or while he was training. I kicked off my heels in the hallway and crept in seeing him sleeping on the bed that I bought on my wild shopping spree a few weeks ago. He looked cute and peaceful sleeping soundly in the black satin sheets that caressed his body. Oh yeah, he was looking down right sexy to me.


I don't know whether I'm dreaming or I'm awake, but the gently touch of smooth skin on mine aroused me so. I was afraid to open my eyes to find out at first, wondering if Mistress Alexa, or Bulma's mother had found their way into my room, the first being the lesser of two evils. Not that I would mind Alexa in my bed. Slowly I opened my eyes to see not dark or blonde hair, but a curtain of blue cascading down across my chest. I know my breath hitched in my throat when I realized whom it was. Her lips lingered over my chest, brushing lightly sending my skin aflame. I bit my lip trying to keep myself from moaning in pleasure as my body shivered slightly with every touch. I squeezed my eyes shut, her touches driving me insane. Her head went lower, her lips kissing around my navel before I felt her fingers snake their way around the waistband of my boxers trying to pull them down.

'I don't want this. I can't let her do this to me. That isn't the Bulma you know, she's high and doesn't know what she's doing.' I reminded myself as I captured her wrists with my hands and flipped her over on her back with me pinning her down, my eyes piercing her blue eyes. I could see the smile on her face start to disappear from her face by the faint light of the security lights out on the compound.



I don't remember what the hell is going on, but I'm on Vegeta's bed and he's over the top of me, his eyes boring down on me. It was then I realized that he was in a state of undress the same as me. What the hell happened to my clothes? My wrists are pinned above me, his face cold and expressionless, I start to panic. His head lowers towards me, I close my eyes as I feel his breath near my left ear, he was so close I could feel his lips on the sensitive part of my lobe. He growled loudly, his body pressed against mine, I could feel how hard and ready he was.

"What the fuck? Get the hell off me Vegeta!" I screamed loudly making him wince with the pitch of my voice. When he didn't relinquish his grip on me I knew he was trying to rape me. Kami I wish Yamcha or Son-kun was here right now to help me. I could feel my heart racing in my chest; feeling like it was going to burst at any moment. I know I started to tremble, and my eyes started to blur with tears. I'm scared; I've never been so terrified in my life. I'm going to be raped by Vegeta. How can I fight this? He'd kill me in a blink of an eye if he wanted to. I draw in on myself for comfort waiting for him to continue with his assault of my body.


She hasn't a clue what the hell she does to me when she's so close to me. I fought the urges away as I stared down on her. I leaned into her, smelling the alcohol and drugs drifting with her own unique scent. I growled at her, beyond angry she would come to me in such a way. I wanted to take her, but not this way. Not against my will and not against her clouded mind. I want her when she can come to me with a clear mind and have no regrets afterwards. Call it guilt, compassion, or just plain worried, I'm not sure what these weird emotions I was feeling but I couldn't bring myself to complete what she had started. Why the fuck did she come in here and force herself on a sleeping saiyan? Doesn't she know that's dangerous in its self? I could have killed her if I was having a nightmare.

"You are drunk and high Bulma. Come back to me when you have cleaned yourself up and know exactly what you want. I don't wish to take you like this." I hissed out at her, my voice laced with disgust. Disgusted not at her, at myself for even reacting in this manner. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, her body trembling under mine. She doesn't remember it was her that came to me tonight, intruding on me in my private bedroom. She thinks I was going to rape her and not the other way around.

"Go ahead and do it, just don't kill me please." Her voice was a soft whisper.
"Do what?"
"I know what you want from me." That's when I noticed the way my body was with hers. I stifled a growl that was about to come from my throat. If it wasn't evident before, it was now since my raging hard on was pressed against one of her bare legs. Thankful for boxers all of a sudden, I got up quickly pointing a finger towards the door. Bulma shrank back from me, the fear evident in her eyes.

"Leave my room and don't come back until you get off that shit you're on."



I lay here in the darkness, my mind still wandering to Bulma even though I hold a dark haired beauty in my arms in blissful sleep. I don't know whether to believe Bulma when she said it was over, but from what I'm hearing from my lover that Vegeta has been worried about her just the same as I have. Even though I don't think I've seen it in his face I think he loves her as well I have or had. If you really love something you have to let it go? Is that the old saying? Well I'm sure maybe Vegeta can get her to settle down again. I hope.

"Yamcha?" I glance down to see dark chocolate eyes looking back up to me.
"It's nothing, go back to sleep hon." I whisper, and graze my lips across her forehead. Even though I wish it were Bulma, I'm happy with my little mistress.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, lets get some sleep Blaze." I say and douse the lights.