Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ Footloose ( Chapter 9 )

Here you guys go, a nice long chapter for you!!

I have a B/V fic recommendation for you all. It's called `I'll Remember' by Mallie-3. You must read it!! It's an AU and it is WONDERFUL!!! It's one of those fics where you keep looking at your alerts hoping that she updates like twice in one day… or maybe it's just me? Yes, I am that needy.

Anywho, Thank you all for not hating me for the last chapter, only got one brick thrown at me ;) haha. Also, thank you for the reviews, they make me super happy.

Also, there a bit of a lemon in here… well ok, not a lemon, how about a bit of lemony zest… yeah, that's more like it.

Song currently listening to: Footloose by Kenny Loggins.

Disclaimer: Meh.

It took her a few moments to pick her jaw up from the sand and get over the initial shock over what she had just seen. She very well knew she wasn't the only one to be tortured by the pink demon… she just had never met another person who did.

She then realized that Vegeta told her to do something… told her, didn't ask but told her. The nerve!!! The man had no manners, royalty or no. Bulma sat there with her arms crossed in silent protest, refusing to retrieve the capsulesn that were upstairs in her room that held her recent invention, and possible Vegeta's key to unlocking his true potential. No one told her what to do, especially in such a rude manor. Nope, wasn't going to do it. She picked up her coffee mug and reclined in her chair and watched the sunrise, wishing that Vegeta would come back and see her just to spite him.

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Vegeta ran at a leisurely pace… well, for him any way. The Prince's leisurely pace was the average persons fast pace.

He felt a bit more relaxed and tad less stressed as he did the day before. He smirked to himself, a little sex therapy did the trick.

Sensing the familiar energy of his friend fast approaching, he glanced over to see Raditz jogging up to him. He simply nodded at him in greeting and the two of them kept up with each other as they continued to run on the beach.

“You were wrong.” Vegeta said as he kept looking forward.

Raditz looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “I was? About what?”

“The woman, about me being attracted to her. I'll give you one thing, getting laid would make me feel better though.”

Radditz nodded his head thoughtfully. “So you screwed the woman from the bar, huh?” Vegeta gave him a curt nod. “So… then you wouldn't mind if I… ya know… pursued Bulma then.” Vegeta's head whipped over to Raditz. His question took him by surprise.

Raditz smiled evilly as he watched a his Prince's stoic face twist into an anger, then quickly put his ever so familiar mask of indifference back on.

“No, by all means.” Vegeta's raspy voice was a bit deeper than normal. Raditz knew he was trying real hard not to yell at him and show him what he really felt about his question.

Raditz's smile grew and inwardly laughed at his friend. He wasn't fooling him for a second. “Great…” Raditz was silent for a moment, and Vegeta was thankful. He didn't want to hear anymore of the Blue haired woman. He didn't care if Raditz took her to bed, so what…right? He was starting to clear his mind and relax from the near explosion he caused when Raditz asked him… and then, “She is gorgeous, I mean, have you ever seen someone as exotic as her? I mean, those eyes… and don't even get me started about her tits-“

“GAH!!!!” Vegeta halted. His arms flailing above his head as his face turned bright red. “SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!”

Raditz just stood there, trying not to crack a smile. But he knew better, if he so much as flinched his prince would blast him to kingdom come.

“Fuck her, don't fuck her, I DON'T CARE, just shut up!” he growled and then took off full speed down the beach, leaving Raditz behind.

When Vegeta was out of ear shot, Raditz nearly doubled over in pain from laughing so hard. This just further proved his presumption. The prince was more than just attracted to the woman. He couldn't blame him. She matched his temper and didn't take his shit, not to mention she was nice on the eyes. And Raditz would go for her… but he preferred less intelligent females…

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Bulma, who was holding a screwdriver in her mouth and a soldering iron in her right hand and soldering material in her left, was muttering something incoherently as she looked through a magnifying glass as she steadily soldered one of the last components on her invention for his highness.

“Done!” she spit out the screw driver and put the soldering iron down. She held up the gravity cuffs up, inspecting them with proud accomplishment. They took all day to finish, which cut into her sun bathing time. The prince had better appreciate her sacrifice and her hard work, since she spent a precious day out of her leave time just for him. She stood up and headed to the beach, where Vegeta, Raditz, Nappa and Goku were out training. She needed to make sure they worked and to make any necessary tweaks if need be. As she stepped foot outside, she noticed a small group of women in a circle and staring (and swooning) at whatever was in the middle of them. Curious, she stood up one of the chairs to see what the fuss was about.

There in the center were four shirtless, very sweaty, very tan, and very very toned and muscled men sparring and working out… And from the looks of it, Raditz was enjoying himself, putting on a show for the surrounding women doing flips and shadow boxing while Nappa was doing one armed push ups for a small group of older women. Goku was totally oblivious to the attention of a few younger looking women that were whispering and giggling amongst themselves about him and Vegeta was ignoring them all together as he concentrated on his sparing partner, which was Goku. Besides the small gaggle that Raditz and Nappa had surrounding them, most of the women were drooling over Vegeta. She couldn't blame them… who could resist a specimen such as the Prince of all Saiyans? Bulma quickly hopped off of her perched and pushed her way to the center.

“Hey! Wait your turn, Skank!” A skinny blonde in a string bikini sneered. Bulma barely gave her a glance before she walked up to Vegeta and stopped just a few feet away from him, so not to get hit by any of the barrage of kick and punch combos both he and Goku were throwing at each other and stood there patiently.

“What is you want, Woman? I'm busy.” He didn't give her so much as a glance as he tossed a punch at Goku's head.

Bulma glared at him and took a step closer to him, her free hand on her hip. She rolled her eyes as the same woman that yelled at her before was now was yelling at her because she was blocking her view. She flipped the woman off without even looking at her.

“I have your training tools, oh exalted one.” She sarcastically curtsied as she held out the metal cuffs out to him. Vegeta stopped Goku mid punch, catching his fist before his chin caught it. He snatched one of the cuffs out of her hand and inspected it.

“What do they do?”

“They're gravity cuffs.” She huffed as he gave her a slightly confused and irritated look. “They simulate gravity so it bears more weight on your body. You can control the amount of gravity you want to use by using this dial.” She moved a little closer to him so she could show him. She pointed to a small circular dial.

He walked around so he was next to her. “I based it off of the standard gravity most planets have. It goes as high as 500 times standard gravity.” She flinched a bit as he leaned in closer to get a better view of the cuff in her hand, his shoulder up against hers as he his face leaned closer to hers. She involuntarily took a deep intake of air, and shuddered when his manly musk filled her nasal passages. `Gah! Every thing about the arrogant ass is sexy.' She screamed mentally.

“Hmph.”

Trying to hide the blush that was threatening to show itself on her cheeks, she quickly shifted her body away from him. “After all the research I've done, this is the quickest way to build your strength. Your energy level should rival Frieza's in a matter of months, and will surpass him shortly after.”

He looked at the cuff in his hand and then at her, his face still holding his impassive stare. She held his gaze for a few moments, his obsidian depths had an almost hypnotic power on her. The longer he looked at her, the softer his hard eyes got.

He blinked a few times, shaking himself out of his stupor. He got lost in her deep blue eyes of hers. “It's about time you became useful.” He abruptly snatched the other cuff out of her hand, a sly smile on his lips as a deep scowl appeared on hers. He just loved pissing her off. It was a fun game he liked to play.

“You're welcome, Ass.”

He merely chuckled, choosing to ignore the name she called him.

As Bulma was turning to leave, Goku stopped her. “I almost forgot, Bulma. Chi Chi said that they are having a human DJ at the bar tonight. We rented a nanny bot for the night, come with us!!”

Bulma's eyes got wide with excitement. What luck, a human DJ… that meant Earth music! “Damn skippy I'm coming with!!” She gave Goku a bright smile and then quickly navigated out of the swarm of women and back into the beach house to get ready for a fun night of dancing.

Vegeta watched her leave and then turned to Goku. “Earth DJ?”

Goku nodded his head vigorously. “Yeah, they play the best music. You guys coming right?”

Vegeta was about to say no. He had training to do. As he opened his mouth to turn him down, he was interrupted by Raditz. “Bulma said she'd be there, right?”

A dark rumble started to make it's way up from Vegeta's chest to his throat, letting out a low growl at Raditz.

The man ignored the prince, smirking slightly as his brother nodded his head. “Yeah, Chi Chi and Bulma love to dance, especially to the Earth's music.”

“Great, I'll be there.” Raditz said and turned to walk away. “Gotta go take a shower, so I'm smellin' good for the ladies.”

Vegeta's fists were clenched tight at his sides as he watched his so called friend walk into the beach house to preen himself.

“What about you Vegeta? You coming too?”

The prince glared at Goku, looking as if he wanted to kill him. He counted to ten silently and stalked away from he, Nappa and the gaggle of women, who were now starting to leave since it seems the show was over.

Goku looked after him confused and shrugged. He clearly missed something.

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Bulma looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She had on a purple halter dress, that showed just enough cleavage. The dress went up above the knees, showing off her long tanned legs. She chose a black cropped sweater that covered her back and shoulders, for obvious reasons.

She opted to leave her blue, almost hip length tresses down, letting it drape over her shoulders and down her back. Her make up was done just right… it felt good to wear something feminine once in a while. Not that she didn't make her army like uniforms she wore for mission look good… but it certainly was a nice change.

She slipped on a pair of flats and turned to grab the sweater off of the hook on the back of the bathroom door when she slammed into a hard muscled chest, nearly falling on her ass.

Vegeta caught her with ease and steadied her onto her feet by her shoulders. “This is the second time I've saved you from falling on your fat ass. You should really learn how to mind your surroundings.”

She jerked out of his grasp and glared up at him murderously. “Did you just call my ass FAT?”

He looked around her for effect and crossed his arms. “Yes, I believe I did.”

“AHH!” She screamed and punched him in the shoulder.

It did nothing to him, if felt as if a fruit fly ran into him. She on the other hand felt as if she punched a cement wall. “You are such a DICK!” she screamed through gritted teeth as she cradled her hand.

“Are you done pruning yourself woman? I need to take a shower, and you've been in here for an hour.”

“You can wait a little longer, I need to finish my makeup.” She didn't really, but since the man had no manners and used his scary stealth like ability to get into the bathroom without her even noticing, she decided that she was needed just a little more mascara on. He could wait.

He shrugged and moved passed her to the shower and turned it on. `He wouldn't'. She gave him a sideways glance and turned to face him, silently calling his bluff.

He raised an eye brow and to her utter shock and horror his gym shorts dropped to the floor.

He suppressed an evil laugh as her eyes practically fell out of her head as she watched his shorts fall to the ground. Her gaze quickly went up to meet his, but not before it paused at his package… making her cheeks turn three shades of crimson and her eyes got even wider. She quickly turned around.

“Are you fucking serious??” She screeched at him.

He couldn't help but let a laugh escape his lips as he climbed into the shower.

She couldn't believe this man!! She wasn't going to leave and give him the satisfaction of him winning. She gripped the tile counter top and took a deep breath to calm herself. The shower was glass, so if she turned around, she could see Vegeta in all his glory.

She grabbed her mascara and angrily applied more to her lashes, as she did she watched Vegeta in the reflection of the mirror. That damned arrogant smirk smiling back at her reflection as he lathered himself up with soap.

“Animal” She muttered under her breath.

When she was done `touching up' her make up she looked up at Vegeta's reflection in the mirror again. He currently was scrubbing his hair with shampoo, his eyes closed. She laughed evilly inwardly as she quietly stalked up to the toilet. She stole another glance at the prince, his eyes still closed, shielding them from the shampoo that was running down his face.

She flushed the toilet and ran as fast as her feet could carry her out of the bathroom.

A thunderous yelp came from within as Vegeta's hot shower turned ice cold.

“Victory.” She said gleefully as she quickly ran down stairs just in case the angry Saiyan decided to run after her for revenge.

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She didn't know that she was being watched… She and Chi Chi were dancing their feet off and having too much of a good time to even notice. Even Goku was dancing in an amusing awkward way. The watchful gaze of the prince hardened as Raditz approached the woman as a song with a slower tempo started and leaned in close to her ear and said something. She looked up at him somewhat surprised but shrugged slightly and nodded her head.

His grip of the beer bottle his hand held tightened as he watched Raditz's arms encircle her small waist, bringing her close to him, while she brought one arm around his neck as they swayed to the sultry song that played.

His vise like grip tightened even more so as they talked amongst themselves, Raditz using his charm to make her smile and blush. He must have said something to her because she playfully slapped his shoulder as she flashed a smile at him.

The bottle finally shattered, spilling it's contents all over his hand, dripping down onto the sand, as Raditz said something to make her laugh. Her head bent back as she let out a boisterous chuckle, making her boobs jiggle in Raditz face.

`How dare he! That damned third class clown was doing this on purpose!'

Vegeta blanched as he watched Raditz's hand covertly move south, inching it's way towards her ass…

`FUCK!'

What was he to do? If we intervened he was admitting that he was interested in her, (which he wasn't ready to admit that just yet) But he couldn't just stand there and let him put his filthy hands on the woman's ass. One thing he was sure of, he'd make Raditz pay dearly for this.

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One minute she's dancing with Raditz and the next she some how was whipped around and was now in Vegeta's arms. The transition from partners was fluid, Vegeta guiding her to and fro and acted as if nothing happened.

“What?” she looked from side to side looking for Raditz.

Vegeta let out a curt growl. “He's over there, hitting on that brown haired woman.” He pointed, turning her so she could see. And sure enough, he was, he looked up and gave the both of them a sly smile. Vegeta flipped him off and curled his lip up giving him warning to watch his place.

Bulma looked up at him as he sent his warning over to Raditz, giving him a look of confusion. He looked down at her and then away, not wanting to make any eye contact.

“You are a good dancer.” She said in mild disbelief. “You didn't strike me as one.”

He looked down at her, his eyes furrowed. “It's much like fighting. Just slower, and instead of beating the shit out of your partner, you move with them.” He said matter of factly. “I also was taught how to dance when I a cub. Being royalty, I was required to know how to dance all of the ancient Saiyan dances.” As he said this, he chose not to look at her, he kept his eyes up, straight ahead.

`Why did I just divulge that information to her?'

“Ancient Saiyan dances? Will you show me?”

He again looked down at her. “No.”

“But I'm curious, I mean do you like, dance on your head and do the tootsie roll or what?”

“What -the- tootsie?” He was regretting his decision to come here. “No, its much like a waltz.”

She opted not to ask anymore questions, he didn't seem to be very talkative. Plus she was enjoying her little dance with him. She liked how his arms felt around her, she especially liked how his hands stayed in one spot, and not try to slide down to her butt. Not only that but she was able to intake more of his manly scent that was intoxicating.

The song ended and the DJ told them all he was going on a short break and would be back in a few minutes and flipped on some background music. Everyone, including Vegeta and Bulma left the dance floor and went towards the bar. Bulma led Vegeta to the table she and her friends claimed, where Goku had just delivered a bucket of ice cold bottles of beer. Bulma reached in and tossed a bottle to Vegeta and grabbed one for herself.

“What was that about?” She questioned the prince.

“What was what about?”

“You cutting into mine and Raditz's dance? What was that about?”

He sighed heavily and took a large chug of beer. His eyes finally meeting her demanding ones. He remained silent, not wanting to tell her. Honestly, he wasn't 100% sure why did it either.

He breathed a sigh of relief as Chi Chi called for her attention from across the table.

“Did you see Dory and Yamcha?” Chi Chi slurred. She was definitely drunk, she and Goku both. She and Bulma had the same amount to drink, but seeing as Bulma was constantly surrounded by men who liked to drink, she found that she held her alcohol better than her dear friend. She was happily buzzed, not yet drunk.

“Ugh, yeah. Practically humping on the dance floor.” Bulma said as she leaned over the table as Chi Chi motioned for her to come closer.

“Did I just see you and Vegeta dance together?” She tried to whisper. But in her drunken state, it was more like a holler.

She rolled her eyes as she gave Vegeta a sideways glance. Sure enough, he heard his name and was now staring intently at the two women. She turned back to Chi Chi and nodded.

Just then the DJ came back from his break and started playing `Footloose' by Kenny Loggins. Bulma immediately started to shrink back away from Chi Chi, but was blocked by the Prince as he had moved behind her to listen into their conversation, her back pressed up against his chest.

“No you don't!!” Chi Chi screeched as she quickly ran around the table and started pulling an unwilling Bulma to the dance floor. Bulma, anchored herself down to the nearest immobile thing close to her, which was Vegeta.

“You're dancing to this song with me, or I tell Vegeta what you did the last time we went to a bar together.”

“You wouldn't dare!” Bulma shot a panicked look at her. Vegeta arched an eyebrow at the women, this was getting interested.

“Oh I wouldn't?” Chi Chi looked at the prince. “Vegeta, about a year and a half ago, Bulma got so drunk she-“ Bulma launched herself at her friend and grabbed her by the hand as she angrily hauled her to the dance floor.

Goku walked up next to Vegeta as they both leaned up against the bar table and watched the two women.

“I hate you.” Bulma spat out.

“Oh come on, you know you love this.”

The two women started to dance. Bulma was a huge movie buff, especially one's that were from the 1980's. She and Chi Chi would watch them over and over again. They watched them so much that they memorized the whole dance seen to the movie `Footloose'.

Soon her frown turned into a huge smile as she and Chi Chi moved expertly across the dance floor, their moves would have made Kevin Bacon proud.

Vegeta watched, amused, as a crowd surrounded both women, cheering them on.

When the song was over the two them took a bow and giggled off of the dance floor. They both took swigs of their beer and went back onto the dance floor. Goku sat with Vegeta and would periodically go dance with the two of them. Bulma came back once or twice and asked Vegeta if he would like to join. He would just raise an eyebrow at her, catching the hint she returned to Goku and Chi Chi.

After a few more songs Bulma needed a break and some fresh air. She went back to the table and found that Vegeta wasn't there. She assumed that he must have gone home or possible was finding his next `screw' at the bar. She frowned at the thought.

She grabbed two bottles of beers and exited the open air bar and headed down to the beach where the water met the sand. She tossed her shoes and sweater off to the side, not really caring if they got lost.

As she walked she looked up at the stars and thought about the dance she and Vegeta shared. She was starting to think Raditz's dance was planned out. She caught the smile he sent Vegeta and the look Vegeta shot back at him.

She jumped as she noticed that someone was at her side, walking with her.

“Like I said, you need to mind your surroundings. It's a wonder you've lasted this long on covert missions.” Vegeta said mockingly.

She smacked him on his shoulder, but not as hard as last time. She had learned her lesson. Her poor hand was throbbing up until she became blissfully numb from her alcohol intake.

“You like scaring me, don't you?”

“Hn.” Before Bulma realized, he snatched one of the beers out of her hand. “I still do have to get you back for that stunt you pulled in the bathroom… I'd watch your back, Woman.” He growled somewhat playfully. “Speaking of, you aren't covering yours up for once.”

“It's dark, no one will see it.” She awkwardly looked up at him, not sure if she should ask the question that she had been aching to ask.

“How…How did you-“ her voice cracked.

He stiffened a bit, but he knew she was going to eventually ask, ever since she saw his back.

He cleared his throat. “I noticed your scar back on base. I recognized it instantly. And I must say, I am impressed. I thought I was the only one to earn only one mark from Dadora.”

She remained silent, her head now down looking at the wet sand.

“You should consider yourself lucky. I've been in and out of Dodora's dungeon since I was just a boy. The first time I was sent down there was the day my father handed me over to Frieza…” He looked over to Bulma, her forehead creased as she looked up at him to continue. “I refused to kneel and show my allegiance to the fucker. So, he sent me down to Dodora, he beat me almost into unconsciousness. All I had to do was kneel, but I wouldn't. So he started breaking limbs. He snapped my leg in half and I screamed…” He left it at that, she knew how it ended.

Bulma hesitated for a moment. “I was looking for you.”

He looked at her, not sure if he heard that correctly.

“You were on shore leave. We were waiting for you to land on the planet you usually go to when on leave. We were wasting time at a street fair. I was by myself, while Chi Chi and Goku were getting something to eat…” Her eyes shifted nervously as she recalled what happened. “I noticed that a man was following me, but wasn't sure his intentions. So I kept an eye on him as I kept browsing the street vendors. I don't remember how I got there but, next thing I know, I'm tied to the ceiling by my hands while I'm being interrogated by Frieza himself. He asked me who I was and why I was snooping around his men. I refused to answer his questions… that's when he brought in that pink piece of shit.” She sneered in disgust. “I had heard stories of him and of the marks he made on his victims every time they screamed…I swallowed every scream, I even bit my lip until it bled as he beat me, shattered my knees with a hammer and snapped my bones… but I couldn't keep my screams in when he forced himself on me…” She stopped walking as she crumpled onto the sand in a heap as she let out a sob.

Vegeta sunk onto his knees at her side. He wasn't sure what to do, he had never been in a position such as this. He had never had to comfort anyone before. He hesitantly brought his hand up onto her shoulder and gripped it lightly, silently telling her he was there.

She looked at him with soggy eyes. “I've never told anyone that.” She said trying to control herself and suppress the waterworks. The week she spent in that hell hole seemed like an eternity. She couldn't imagine being sent down there as a child let alone being sent there throughout a ten year span.

Before he knew what he was doing, Vegeta gently wiped a tear that was rolling down her cheek. His hand holding her head as she leaned into his palm.

“I will promise you this Woman, you will have your chance at revenge. I will make sure of it.” His gravely voice vowed.

“Don't you want revenge on him too?” She sniffed. Thankful her tears stopped and her voice was going back to normal.

“I do, but… what do you humans say? `I have bigger fish to fry.'” She chuckled as he moved from his knees to his rear. Bulma followed suite.

“How about we do it together? We'll take turns.”

He nodded and smiled at her. “It's a deal, Woman.”

They sat there together in a comfortable silence. Eventually the both of them were leaning back on their elbows, star gazing. Bulma felt at peace. It felt strange, she had almost grown accustomed to the darkness that loomed in her as a side effect from being tortured by Dordora. It was always weighing heavily on her.

She looked over to the Prince, taking in his sharp handsome features. He truly was regal looking.

“You're doing it again.” He said as he kept his eyes upwards at the stars.

She blushed deeply. Busted.

“I was not, I was simply… looking at your necklace.”

She let out an `EEK' when he was suddenly in her face, his sly smirk making his eyes twinkle darkly. “Bullshit. You want me Woman. Admit it.”

“I do not-“ She was silenced as his lips clashed onto hers. She fought it for a moment.

`Oh who am I kidding?'

She submitted to his kiss, allowing him access as his skilled tongue explored her mouth as hers did the same. His tail wrapped itself around her upper thigh as his hand cradled her head and his other hand held the small of her back, pulling her up onto his lap.

Bulma held his face with both of her hands as his searing kiss made her moan with want. He slowly ran his hands down to the hem of her dress and slid his them up the back of her thigh and up her ass, earning him another moan.

She grinded her hips, smiling as she felt him harden slightly underneath her. He growled at her as he deepened their kiss and moved his hands out from under her dress to her breasts.

He pulled down her halter, exposing her wonderfully rounded boobs… and halted, breaking their kiss off as well. Bulma whimpered as he pulled away.

He sniffed the air and turned his head in the direction of a couple that was walking towards them. He quickly pulled her dress up, covering her up and pulled her off of his lap, setting her down next to him just in time to be greeted by the idiot and his whore.

“Well well, looks like you two have gotten comfy with each other.” Dory slurred as she held onto Yamcha.

Yamcha raised an eyebrow at the both of them, but said nothing.

“Beat it.” Vegeta snarled at the both of them.

“So rude!” Dory screeched. “Come on Yammy, let's go.” She pulled at his arm.

Yamcha hesitated as he looked from Bulma then to Vegeta then back to Bulma again. His mouth his a think line and a splash of jealousy on his face. He finally gave in to the tugging and walked away with his drunken woman.

Vegeta stood up suddenly. “I have to go.” He quickly turned away from her and went in the opposite direction of the two idiots, leaving her there, alone on the beach…