Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ Screams Of Unpleasure ( Chapter 8 )

EEK!!! This chapter is short, and for that I do apologize. This chapter was very hard for me to write… But it is somewhat of a transitional chapter, but it is important all the same. I foresee the next chapter to be just as challenging for me, but longer.

Oh and please don't hate me after you read this chapter. I want you all to know that our couple will be together…somewhat… soon.

My last fic (Love Me, Hate Me, Kill Me) Vegeta and Bulma got together way too quick, so I'm going to draw it out a bit more in this one… don't worry though, I wont draw it out too long =)

Everyone thank you for your reviews. Also, thank you to all who read this and don't review, I love you all just the same… but it would be totally cool to get you're reviews too!

Song I'm currently listening to: Crash; Dave Mathews Band

p.s. please let me know if this chapter doesn't make a lick of sense… like I said, this was a hard chapter to write, I re-wrote this thing like five times… no joke.

Disclaimer: Ugh, no I don't own it!

“I hope Bulma and everyone else knows we took one for the team” Chi Chi said as she handed Gohan to his father.

“Oh, I'm sure they do. It's for the best, we all know Bulma would end up killing the both of them in their sleep… actually, I'm sure all three of them for that matter would.” Goku said as he awkwardly held his newborn son.

The minute Yamcha and Dory chose the Beach house they were going to inhabit, Bulma, Vegeta and Radditz made a bee line for the other one next to it. Leaving Goku, Chi Chi and poor Nappa in the dust.

Even though Goku and Chi Chi didn't care for the two `love birds', they tolerated them much better than Bulma.

Chi Chi stopped unpacking her duffle bag and looked at her husband with a concerned look. “What do you think about this Vegeta guy?”

Goku raised his eyebrows at her. “What do you mean Cheech?”

Chi Chi sat on the bed and shook her head. “Well… have you noticed that Bulma is started to act like she did before… you know.”

He looked at her thoughtfully. “You know, now that you mention it, yeah, I guess so… but what does this have to do with Vegeta?”

While on their way to Utopia, she noticed that Bulma was acting like… well, Bulma. But the old Bulma, the Bulma she so very much missed and wanted back. Wondering what sparked the change, Chi Chi watched her and caught Bulma eyeing Vegeta when Vegeta wasn't looking. And to her surprise, she saw that Vegeta too was doing the same thing. Upon further observation, she saw that Vegeta was the cause of this change. When they passed each other on the ship, a snide remark was exchanged or one would provoke the other in a petty argument. She saw with each interaction the spark was coming back into Bulma's eyes. It got bigger and bigger the more angry Bulma got with Vegeta.

Chi Chi immediately wanted to know more about the Prince, and if he meant any ill will towards her friend.

Ever since Goku saved Bulma, and brought her back bloodied and broken, she had grown very protective of her friend. It was the hardest thing to see that Bulma had become a shell of her former self. After returning home from such a horrific event, then finding her long time boyfriend in bed with another woman did a number on her, she snapped and had locked herself in her room for two weeks straight not letting anyone in. It had taken sheer stubbornness on Chi Chi's behalf to get her out of her room, and back to the living. She slowly watched the spark and life return to her friend, but it never fully returned. She still froze up when she was overwhelmed or in a situation that had to do with men threatening her. She had no problem when it came to men trying to kill her, but when they threatened rape, she would freeze and retreat within herself.

“I just want to make sure he's ok to be around Bulma, that's all.”

Goku gave his wife a confused look. “Cheech, you just aren't making any sense.”

Chi Chi rolled her eyes. She couldn't blame him for not noticing, Goku wasn't very observant when it came to this sort of thing. So she opted to change the subject. “Come one, it's time for us to meet everyone for dinner.”

“Oooh! Dinner, I'm starving.” Goku said excited as he followed his wife.

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The only reason why Vegeta came along was for the alcohol. He needed to numb his senses and to dull out the thoughts of the woman. He spent the duration of the trip to this planet asking himself why he felt so protective of her. And for the life of him, he just couldn't figure it out.

Now, he could understand the need to beat the shit out of men that was preying on the woman… He would have done it if they were trying to take a random woman off of the street for their sexual amusement.

But the primal urge to protect the blue haired woman was deeply troubling him, it was such a foreign thing to him. The other thing that was throwing him off was when Bulma had used her womanly features to get them out of a sticky situation made him want to howl in anger. It just didn't make any sense to him. The woman was loud mouthed and crass. She constantly was challenging him in ways that people wouldn't dare do, especially if they valued their lives.

He considered Raditz's advice, and he was actually considering taking her to bed and just screwing the shit out of her, just to get this whole thing out of his system… but that would just make Raditz's assumption correct about him being attracted to her. And Vegeta knew the underlining comment within that very comment… when he said to Vegeta that he was attracted to her, what he really was saying to him was; `Vegeta, you're attracted to her, and you just may actually down right like the woman.'

Vegeta ran his hand through his thick mane as he sat back in the chair he was currently sitting at. He watched as the others at the table. The woman, Goku and his mate, along with their child, were carrying on a conversation about a mission that went awry and it ended in a comical way, at Goku's expense. Nappa and Radditz were sitting at the table, but they were turned around, facing a table full of young drunk women, who were only dressed in very small bikini's that didn't really leave much to the imagination.

The other two idiots were sitting at the bar, a safe distance away from everyone else.

His thoughts went back to his troubles at hand… it was completely perplexing to him. The way this woman made him feel was totally foreign to him. Sure, he'd been sexually attracted to women… but never attracted… never. This whole thing was angering him. He swiped the beer bottle off of the table in front of him and chugged the whole thing in just a couple of gulps. As he finished, the waitress came and brought another round of beers to the table. Vegeta took another bottle and chugged it hungrily.

Nope, he wasn't going to let this go any further… he would not give in to such silly emotions. And he knew just what to do…

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The evening was beautiful, the sun was setting, there was a warm breeze that made the palm trees sway that surrounded them. They were at her favorite dinner/drinks spot on her most favorite island on Utopia. It was right on the beach and was open aired with just a ceiling covering the patrons. She was drinking her favorite beer and was with her two best friends in the world… you would think she would be happy and at peace… but she wasn't. When they first arrived, she watched him sit at the very end of the table, keeping to himself while he drank a beer and took in the scenery, and occasionally would stare at her, looking as if he was having some inner battle with himself. His perma frown, deepening each time she looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

A few beers later, and to her chagrin, she noticed that he had turned his attention to the gaggle of drunk and scantily clad women at the table next to them. He inched his way next to Raditz and was soon participating in the conversation the other two Saiyans were having with them.

She watched as Vegeta used his dark allure to attract a couple of the women. He used his ever so sexy arrogant smirk, and even chuckled at a joke one of the women told. The whole scene made her want to gag. Instead she let out a light chuckle and shook her head.

“What are you laughing at?” Chi Chi asked, handing over her son to Goku..

Bulma quickly looked away at the scene and snorted. “Look at him!! Thinks he's gods gift to women!” She took a quick swig of her beer and snorted again as she turned back and watched as he let one of the women whisper something in his ear and a sly smile appeared on his lips.

One of Chi Chi's eye brows arched as she looked from Vegeta to Bulma. “Does it bother you?”

Bulma looked at her friend and let out a cackle. “Pfft!! Hell no!!” She waved an arm in his direction. “Who would want to be with someone like him?”

Chi Chi cocked her head to the side and looked at Vegeta thoughtfully. “Well, first thing, the man is gorgeous.”

“Ummm, I'm sitting right here.” Goku said waving his hand in her face with his free hand the other holding his sleeping son. Chi Chi gave him a kiss and a pat on the head. “Besides you, Goku.” Goku, satisfied with his wife's answer, smiled down at her and let her continue.

“Secondly, he has that mysterious thing going for him.” She winked at Bulma.

“It was a rhetorical question, Cheech.” Bulma deadpanned. She turned slightly to see what he doing now, and nearly fell out of her seat when she saw that he now had one of the women sitting in his lap. “He's the most arrogant, rude, egotistical, ass hole I've ever met. I mean look at him for goddess sake!! He is so full of himself!”

Chi Chi laughed. “All three of them seem to be good with the ladies.” Along with Vegeta, Nappa had a girl that was twice his junior on his lap and Raditz had two women in his as well, who were making out with each other. He had a shit eating grin on his face. He looked up to see Bulma, Chi Chi and Goku watching the whole ordeal and gave them a thumbs up. Goku returned the gesture with a goofy smile, while Chi Chi gave him a disapproving glare and Bulma shook her head as she tried not to laugh.

As the night went on, Bulma would glance at the three of them periodically as she carried on conversations with Goku and Chi Chi. Raditz was first to leave with the two girls, she assumed back to the beach house. Nappa left next, by himself. Bulma chuckled inwardly as she watched him head back to the direction of beach house. She wondered if the young woman sobered up and realized that he was old enough to be her father.

Vegeta lingered for a while longer with the same woman that had been chatting his ear off. She noticed that he really didn't participate in the conversations, he would occasionally say something, but for the most part would either nod or grunt in response to whatever she was saying to him. Bulma's heart dropped all of the sudden when the two of them stood up and walked down to the beach, the woman tightly hanging onto his arm.

Knowing Chi Chi was watching her, she turned to her friend and put a smile on her face and shook her head as she pointed over her shoulder with her thumb in his direction. “Can't wait to see the walk of shame tomorrow.”

Chi Chi chuckled and motioned for the waitress to bring her another water. Bulma slumped a little in her chair a bit. This whole thing bugged her and it bugged her that it bugged her.

About an hour later they walked back to their respective beach houses. Bulma hugged the both of them good night and gave little Gohan a kiss on the forehead.

She paused at the sliding glass door to the house, not really sure if she wanted to go in, in fear of what she might see or hear. She finally opened the door and climbed up the stairs, passing Raditz door first. She heard a lot of bed squeaks, some screams, some moans and even a `YeeHaw' come from behind the door. She shook her head as she continued down the hall way. The next door was Vegeta's… she hesitated for a minute and stepped closer to his door, holding her ear up to the door. Her stomach dropped as she heard a soft moan come from within his room. Not wanting to hear anymore, she quickly got into her room and closed the door tight behind her.

She managed to get a few hours of sleep in. But was periodically woken up by screams of pleasure coming from the room next to her. When she was jarred awake by the soft click of Vegeta's door open and close and then a minute later she heard the sliding glass door opening and closing as well. According to her clock it was 5:31am. She buried her head into her pillow. She was happy the bimbo finally left. Each time she screamed, Bulma wanted throw open his door and beat the shit out of the both of them. The utter fact that he had taken a woman to his bed made her want to beat something to a pulp. Each time a scream erupted, Chi Chi's question scrolled across her brain.

“Does it bother you?”

Fuck yes, it bothered her. Was he doing it on purpose to get back at her for flaunting her boobs at the Saiyan soldiers? Or was he trying to get a rise out of her since she accused him of being jealous? She didn't know. But she had a feeling he did it because of her. `UGH! Men!! The bane of my existence!!!!'

His actions didn't make sense. One minute he's saving her from impending doom, and the other minute he's screaming at her for being a tease or accusing her of being nothing but a weak female human…

This man was a total enigma. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She waited a few minutes and decided that she was up for the day. There was no way she could go back to sleep after being woken up so many times, especially when her thoughts were trying to figure him out, it was a lost cause.

She got out of bed and put on a black and purple striped bikini and slipped on a pair of white cotton shorts, not bothering to put a shirt on. She intended to check to see if she had received any messages from base and go for a quick swim before her house mates woke up. She threw her hair up into a pony tail and headed downstairs.

After making a pot of coffee, she grabbed her zip up hoodie, a cup of coffee and her lap top and went outside. She sat down in one of the overstuffed lounge chairs that surrounded a fire pit that was right outside the sliding glass door of their house. It was just before sunrise, the beach was quiet and serene and with the exception of some joggers on the beach, she was the only one out there. It wasn't as cold as she thought it would be, so she tossed the hoodie on the back of her chair and opened her lap top and was greeted with an over flowing inbox. She groaned as she opened it. The first one was from Bardock.

Commander,

Your team's stay has been extended for two weeks due to three large back to back meteor storms surrounding the outer atmosphere of Planet Utopia. Due to the storms, it will delay the arrival of your rescue.. We will contact you when we receive word that he/she has touched down on the planet. In the mean time, get with the prince and his men and discuss his return to Frieza's army. Give the prince the proper tools to further his strength as well as tools for he and his men to report back to us on Frieza's actions, safely.

Enjoy your leave time.

-Bardock.

What a pleasant surprise, two weeks here… sweet. She continued down the list of messages. Most of them were from her tech team back on base, giving her status reports on projects, asking her questions on how to solve particularly hard sequence codes and mathematical problems.

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He stood there for the longest time. His lean muscular frame leaning up against the opened sliding glass door jam as he slowly sipped his hot coffee. He watched the blue haired woman, as she muttered under her breath about solving for x not y and something about some sort of genetic code that was tricky.

Her back was to him, and the large scar was visible, since the only top she had on was a string bikini. His eyes darkened as he glared at it… it was almost identical to his, running diagonally from one shoulder down to the hip. It didn't belong on her. Her skin was much too beautiful to have such an ugly reminder of what she had gone through. He on the other hand, wore his like a medal of courage and as a reminder. A reminder that his life was taken from him and a reminder to take it back.

He soundlessly sat next to her in one of the chairs. It took her a few moments for her to notice that he was there. She looked up at him and nearly dropped her full cup of coffee on her lap top.

Vegeta's arm shot out and caught the mug before it hit the keyboard. Not a drop was spilled as he handed it back to her. “Clumsy woman.”

She grabbed the mug from him. “Vegeta you scared the shit out of me.” She scolded him as her eyes roamed over his loose fitting muscle shirt and his muscled arms, down to the gym shorts and running shoes he had on. The man could wear a burlap sack, and he'd still look down right sexy. Noticing the arrogant smirk on his face she turned her attention to her muc she set it down in the sand next to her.

Just realizing that she didn't have a shirt on, only a bikini top, she quickly grabbed the hoodie behind her and draped it over her shoulders.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed and curled his lip up over his k9. “Please,” He scoffed at her as he leaned back in the plush chair. “Do I embarrass you, Woman? Are you some sort of a prude?”

Bulma shook her head as she looked down at her lap top. She absently closed it and set it down on the sand at her feet. “I'm not a prude. I just don't want you seeing…” She trailed off as she kept her head down. She didn't want to bring anymore attention to her scar.

“What? That scar on your back? Woman, you're not the first person to have a scar on their body.”

Bulma slowly looked up at him, her face guarded. “I know that. I just don't like answering questions as to how I got it in the first place… You wouldn't understand.” She sighed heavily and changed the subject. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

Vegeta did a double take at her question. It certainly wasn't what he was expecting her to ask. He wasn't a fool, he knew she was watching him all night last night, and knew that it had rubbed her the wrong way.

He shrugged. “It was alright.” He took a sip of his coffee.

“Hmmm.” Bulma raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, from the sound of it last night, you had a great time. She certainly was a screamer.”

Vegeta almost choked on his coffee at her comment, but recovered quickly. “They usually are when I get my hands on them.” He gave her a cocky smile and stood up. He stretched his arms over his head and took a large intake of air and then exhaled. “Bardock said that you are almost done my training tool that supposedly will make me stronger.” It wasn't a question.

She nodded. “Almost. I have to work out a few bugs, but shouldn't be long now.”

“Did you bring it with?” He asked. She nodded an affirmative. “Good, I expect it to be fully functional by this evening. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going for a run.” He took his shirt off and tossed it carelessly onto the chair he was sitting at. Before he left, he turned to her and looked her in her big blue eyes. “…and Woman. I do understand… more than you know.” His deep black eyes had a hint of sadness and anger in them that confused Bulma somewhat.

He turned and started jogging down the beach line… and to Bulma's utter shock she saw a large scar on his back that looked identical to hers.

Ok, please don't throw anything at me! Vegeta needed to prove to himself that he didn't have feelings towards Bulma… he may have gone about it the wrong way… but don't fret, all will be well… maybe… mwahahahahaha. *dodges a brick*