Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Danger in the horizon ❯ First sparks ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter Nine - First sparks

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The med techs arrived within 5 minutes taking both of the huge Saiyans to the medical wing for treatment. Against her better judgement and the possibility of a disciplinary meeting with Sharon, Bulma decided to go with the med techs to make sure Radditz and Nappa would recover from their wounds. The arrogant Prince could wait.

As the med techs brought them into the med centre and then started the clean up of the blood and the examination of any possible serious wounds. Bulma wanted to stay but was very forcibly shooed out while the experts took care of business.

Bulma reached Prince Vegeta's quarters some 30 minutes later, still furious at him mocking her and for beating up the other two men so badly. It wasn't as if she had any feelings for either of them, it was just that incidences like this reflected badly on her. Even with being so angry she still knocked at his door rather than storming in like a hurricane. Bulma took a deep breath, preparing to give him the ear bashing of a lifetime. What kind of Prince was he anyway? A sick, sadistic bastard who took pleasure in beating the living crap out of his subjects?

She entered his quarters cautiously. Bulma frowned. Where the hell was he then? As if on cue she felt the now familiar prickling at her neck. She stretched out with her mind and located his energy in the bathroom. "I have no intention of coming in there" she stated loudly, "so whatever it is you need you can ask for, out here."

He strode out of the bathroom carelessly wiping the blood from his armour with a towel. " I said 1 quarter of an hour, Ms Briefs. Do you always keep guests waiting?" His fathomless black eyes flickered over her form for a mere split second; taking in her flushed and bloodied appearance. Without another word he passed the towel to her to clean herself up a bit.

This threw Bulma. Her anger was now staring to dissipate and she felt stupid for her reaction in the training facility. Gathering her wits, she decided to forgo the earbashing for now and ask him to get the point.

"So, what assistance do you require, Prince Vegeta?" she stated in a firm tone, trying to avoid looking directly at his face.

Vegeta smirked and stepped to within a foot of Bulma, enjoying her discomfort at his proximity. "Quite blunt aren't you? Fine, I'll get to the point as you so delicately put it."

He paused for a moment staring directly into her blue eyes. …..drowning in your eyes. Another time, another place and maybe we would have been………... Vegeta shook his head to dislodge the thoughts in his head.

" The training facilities you have here are good, but not up to the standard I need. I want some sort of training program for myself. Those two worthless lumps of skin I sent up for medical assistance do not offer any sort of challenge. As our liaison here, I expect you to remedy this situation."

Bulma's eyes narrowed. Her blood pressure was beginning to rise again. Not from any fear or embarrassment, but anger. "So" she snapped, "You expect me to divert my attentions to making new toys for you. Not likely, Prince Vegeta. I have other duties to attend to and I am not your personal technical slave. I don't know where the fuck you got that idea from, but I don't recall slave being on my job description!" With that outburst Bulma deftly sidestepped around Vegeta and strode proudly towards the door.

In an instant Vegeta was in front of her barring her exit from his quarters. Bulma then began to feel the previously suppressed power starting to emanate from Vegeta's body. Trying to hold back a fearful cry she took two steps back to retreat from Vegeta.

God! This man was powerful. He could just snap my neck with two fingers. Good one Bulma! Way to get yourself killed!

Vegeta matched her backward steps by walking forward, closer to her. His face held a very sinister look. "Let me put it another way, woman. If you don't, then I will be forced to continue sending Nappa and Radditz up to your medical wing. I did notice that that this disturbs you somewhat, all the blood and spit turning your delicate human stomach. Are you sure you want that, everyday?"

Bulma took a deep breath, reading the look on his face and briefly touching his mind to find out if he was indeed serious. He was. Bulma looked down at the floor, once again trying to avoid those eyes drawing her in. "Fine" she stammered. " I'll try to do as you request. It will take time though, a couple of days."

"Excellent, Ms Briefs. Nappa and Radditz just got a reprieve and so did your stomach. Keep me informed of progress." He smirked again, pleased that he had gotten what he wanted. "You can leave now…………if you want to." Vegeta finished smoothly. Bulma's head snapped back, her blue eyes drawing level with Vegeta's own black orbs. For an instant, their eyes locked and their minds touched, each searching out thoughts from the other.

Then, as suddenly as it happened, Bulma broke the deadlock and curtly replied, "Why the hell would I want to stay in a room with you?" She then strode somewhat triumphantly from the room pleased to have gotten in the last word. Bulma was in the elevator before Vegeta had time to reply.

In the end his reply was only audible to him. It's going to be a long 11 months. How am I supposed to keep my distance from this woman?