Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ A Walk On the Wild Side ( Chapter 10 )

Hello everyone!

So, I wrote this chapter last night, after eating like, 10 peeps and found that I couldn't focus! I think I was on a sugar high or something… that and river monsters was on. Never ever ever ever going into Folsom Lake, ever again. Cat fish are evil… Anyway, I hope you like this chapter.

I have a question for my loyal readers, but I shall ask it at the end of this chapter, you will know why after you read it.

Again thank you for all my reviews.

The morning after their little make out session on the beach, Bulma woke up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. She was still confused about what happened between she and the prince. They had both shared intimate information about each other, which led to sex (almost) on the beach.

Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest as Vegeta approached her in the hallway. She stopped in front of him, not really sure what to say. Vegeta merely looked at her and side stepped her and went directly into his room, not giving her the time of day.

She wasn't sure if she was relieved or pissed off that he ignored her… well, she felt more pissed than anything. What the hell was that about??

While she took her shower, she thought Vegeta's actions… she was pretty damned sure that they would have gone much further if her idiot ex-boyfriend and the bimbo wouldn't have interrupted them on the beach. But why did he get spooked? Was it her? Did he have a moment of weakness and when they were interrupted he sobered up and realized that he was making a huge mistake? WHAT?

She scrubbed her scalp with shampoo vigorously as she fumed. This guy was getting under her skin. She had to clear her head…

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Vegeta snapped the gravity cuffs on angrily and turned it up to twenty times standard gravity. He felt the weight surround him as he slowly started his kata outside. His intent was to beat the shit out of himself, for three reasons… first, he had a lot of catching up to do strength wise, secondly pushing himself to his limits helped clear his mind and focus, and thirdly he was pissed about what happened between he and the woman.

He had to admit that kissing her was better than he imagined. The way her his skin reacted when he touched her was something else, and the way she reacted to his kiss made him ache with want. So why did he break it off? Simple, he panicked. (Though he would never admit that to himself) yes, panicked, because of the way he reacted when he kissed her, the way he reacted when she broke down on the beach when she recalled what happened in Dodoria's dungeon… EVERYTHING. It just proved that this woman was different to him.

This is not what he needed. Not now, not EVER! This was simply something that he needed to get out of his system. And that's just what he planned on doing…. And with that he turned the gravity up to 25 times standard gravity.

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An hour later, Bulma came outside. Her backpack snuggly on her back, a pair of cotton shorts, a tight t-shirt and a pair of hiking boots on. She was going to explore the back portion of the island that was more jungle than anything. She walked up to Chi Chi who was lounging under an umbrella with baby Gohan. She glanced at Vegeta, who was sweating profusely as he battled an imaginary foe, and quickly looked away.

“Cheech, I'm going for a hike, I'll be back later on this evening. If you need me, I have my scouter.” She patted her back pack.

Vegeta, who didn't stop punching and kicking the air, shifted a bit so his ear was pointed both women.

“You want someone to go with? I could get Goku to go with you, or I can go, if Goku is willing to watch Gohan.”

Bulma shook her head. “No No. I kinda just want to go by myself, thanks though.”

Chi Chi gave her a suspecting look. “Is everything ok?” She shot Vegeta an accusing look and then to her friend.

“Yeah, I just need to clear my head.”

“Hmmm, ok. Be careful. And try to be back before dark, it's supposed to rain.”

“Ok, will do.” Bulma smiled at Chi Chi and waved goodbye. She turned around and headed down the beach towards the lush green mountains, she passed Vegeta and didn't even acknowledge him as she walked by.

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The back half of the island was beautiful. Full palm trees, flowers that were very similar to birds of paradise flowers from Earth. Birds with vibrant colored feathers flew freely above the canopy of leaves.

When she found a small body of water with a waterfall, she decided that she earned a rest. She had been hiking for a good four or five hours and needed to sit. She sat next to the water and took her backpack off and dug through it looking for the small snack. She leaned back and popped some of the trail mix she had pack for herself into her mouth. This was just what the doctor ordered, a nice quiet, solitary place to clear her mind. She quickly learned that being by herself with her thoughts wasn't helping her get her mind in order… maybe she should have taken Chi Chi up on her offer… With that, her inner thoughts took over, in the vicious cycle of questions and silly reasoning.

`Screw Vegeta. If he wants to ignore what happened, than fine. I'll just chalk it up to a great make out session, and that's it. Move on, nothing more will come of it…' She thought to herself as she nodded confidently.

But the nagging question started to itch at her brain. `Why did he leave… why? Why?.... UGH! Why should I care?'

` …Because The man is a god, with those damned muscles everywhere, and that damned handsome face of his… ugh! Stop it Bulma, he's an arrogant prick, the man is impossible.'

She had battled with herself the whole time she stomped through the jungle. She kept thinking about how he had saved her, twice. And to add more confusion, she knew that Vegeta was a very private person, so for him to tell her about him being in Dodoria's dungeon was a bit of a shock. It must have been difficult for him to hell her that.

And that's where she would go full circle and ask herself `Why?'. Why, indeed. Why did she even care?

Her thoughts halted as she heard snapping twigs and reselling of roughage directly in front of her and then a low and mean sounded mewl come from beyond the brush.

She slowly put her hand in her backpack, finding her blade and gripped the butt of it, readying herself. What ever it was that was coming towards her, sounded big… A low and deep feral growl hissed from behind the bushes again.

Bulma slowly put her backpack back on her, all the while with her blade in her hand and got up. If she had to run, she would be ready.

Just as she was upright, something exploded out of the brush and was going full speed toward Bulma.

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He had been keeping tabs on her ever since she left. He told himself it was because he didn't want to be around her when she got back, and once he sensed her energy approach he would find another place to train.

As he trained he felt her laughably weak ki move deeper and deeper into the jungle.

A few hours into his work out, he wasn't sure, but he could have sworn he heard a faint scream, and just as he heard the possible scream, he felt the woman's ki spike in fear. He stopped mid punch, cocking his head to the side as he concentrated on her, pin pointing her location. She was scared, and was running.

He paused a minute…

`Should I save her? Whatever is after her could kill her, thus taking care of the mental funk she has put me in…'

He sighed heavily.

`Fuck!!'

He took off in the air and sped off at full speed in her direction.

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It was the biggest fucking feline she had ever seen. It was huge, at least eight feet tall, and it resembled a saber tooth tiger she had seen at the dinosaur museum her father had taken her to when she was a little girl. The thing was pissed and was coming straight for her.

She thought about throwing her knife at it, but she didn't think it would do any good… so she ran… as fast as she could.

She used her small and agile frame to move through the thick brush and under and over thick low laying branches in hopes that it would slow down the hungry cat.

No such luck. It plowed through the jungle. Thick branches and palm tree trunks exploded on impact as the cat barreled through as it chased Bulma down, letting out loud growls and hisses as it chased her.

“Why didn't I bring my fucking guns!!” She screamed as she dove under another branch, cutting her leg open in the process. She sprang up, the pain of the gash not registering as she picked up speed again.

As she looked back to see how close it was to her, her foot caught on a root, sending her skidding to a stop on the ground. She looked up to see the cat quickly closing in on her, and seeing she was down, it coiled itself and pounced.

Bulma curled up into a ball, there was no where to go and didn't have enough time to pick herself up and run again. She closed her eyes tightly and prepared for the worst…

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He flew at a neck breaking speed, her panicked ki ringing in his brain. He cursed as he looked down at the thick jungle landscape. His heart was pounding as he felt her ki spike even higher in panic. His eyes darted to and fro and finally, caught site of her just as she fell as the beast was getting ready to pounce.

He launched himself downward and grabbed her, nearly getting tackled himself by the feline. He took to the air, gripping the woman tightly.

He shifted his eyes downward and was met with huge blue one's. The look of fear and surprise in them as she held onto his neck for dear life.

“Ve-Vegeta??.” She finally spat out.

He grunted in response. He felt something wet and sticky he looked at his hand that was cradling her legs. It was covered with blood. Upon further inspection, he was surprised to see a very very large cut on her leg that was steadily oozing blood.

“Woman, we need to get this closed up, or you'll bleed to death.” He flew away from the beast that was watching them and swiping it's clawed paw at them as he hovered above.

He flew a distance away to the same place Bulma was before she was chased off by the cat. He gently set her down beside the water and took his shirt off and ripped it into a few strips.

She watched him as he cupped his hand in the water and brought it up to his nose and sniffed it. He grunted, satisfied that is was fresh water, and dipped one of the strips of shirt into the water and rung it out above her injured leg. She flinched and sucked in a sharp intake of air as he washed out the wound.

She certainly was a tough one, most people would have yelped, especially as he pinched out some shards of roughage, leaves and pebbles out of the deep wound. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet as he did his work, watching him as he did.

He felt her eyes on him and gave her a quick look. They made eye contact and he quickly steered his attention back to the task at hand, grabbing a dry strip of shirt and patted her wound dry.

“You don't have a med kit with you?” His gravely voice was dry as he dried her leg off, making sure not to look at her.

“No, I left it back at the beach house.”

He grumbled under his breath as he reached for the two remaining strips and wrapped her leg tightly. When he finished he leaned back, inspecting his handy work.

“How did you know I was in trouble?”

He ignored her question. “We should get out of here before it comes back. It's tracking us as we speak.” He pointed his nose up in the air and sniffed. It was close, but was heading in the wrong direction. He considered tracking it down himself and killing it, but judging by the size of it, he wouldn't be able to take it down with her with him. “Can you walk?”

Bulma tried standing up with her good leg, but once she put the slightest kind of pressure on her wounded one, white hot pain shot through her. She yelped and landed on her ass.

“Nope.” She sucked in air. That really hurt.

Vegeta pushed air out of his lungs in frustration. He bent down and scooped her up again and started to walk. He was going to wait to fly, he wanted to make sure the cat didn't see them in the air and follow them back to the beach house.

“Seriously, Woman, how are you still alive? In the short amount of time I've known you, I have had to save you from impending doom too many times.” She didn't answer him, which angered him even more. “Woman, you have a scouter, if you would have had it on, it would have warned you that the beast was after you and would have prevented me from interrupting my training session and having to save your ass… AGAIN!” He raised his voice at her. Damn her for making him care.

Her head shot up, looking at his face. “Then why did you? If I'm such a nescience to you then why bother saving me in the first place?”

His jaw clenched tight. He didn't want to answer the question. He continued through the brush. The close contact was driving him mad… it was not helping the situation. After a few minutes of irritating silence she looked up at him again.

“How did you know I was in trouble?” She asked again. He continued to look straight ahead, staying silent. “Are you going ignore me forever?”

His eyes flickered down to her, his lip curling up in irritation. “I'll just keep talking just annoy you.” She taunted.

“GODS! I'm trying to concentrate to make sure that damned beast isn't following us, and I can't do that unless you SHUT THE HELL UP!!!” He screamed at her, the vein in his temple was bulging as he glared down at her. He was trying so hard to keep many things in check, he didn't want to answer her brazen questions, he wasn't sure if he could answer them and ever since he had scooped her up into his arms after taking care of her leg, it was very hard not for him to throw her on the jungle floor and take her right then and there. He winced slightly when she shrunk back from him.

`Good, I'm glad I scared her.'

He closed his eyes and counted to ten. He took a sniff in the air and determined that they weren't being tracked by the animal anymore and took off into the air and headed back to the beach house.

Vegeta touched down on the porch and grabbed a note that was taped

On the sliding glass door and held it out for both he and Bulma to read.

Bulma and Vegeta,

All of us went down to enclosed bar since it's supposed to rain. If you want, meet us there for some drinks.

~Chi Chi

Bulma, being mad at him for his outburst in the jungle blurted out: “Why don't you go. You can find yourself another willing bimbo to sleep with you.” Bulma sneered at him.

Vegeta growled at her and crumpled the note up and tossed it over his shoulder. He slammed the door open and quickly entered the house. He then walked up to the couch and dropped her, non to gently on it.

“UGH! ANIMAL!!” She screamed up at him.

“That's a great idea, Woman. I just may do that, thanks for the suggestion.” He smirked and went up stairs, she assumed to freshen up.

She pounded her fists on the couch. `What an asshole.' She needed help up the stairs to get to her room where her med kit was. She contemplated yelling for Vegeta to help her, but highly doubted his highness would after her sudden outburst. So, she hopped, slowly, on one leg to her room to get her med capsule and decided that she needed another shower to clean the sweat, grime and blood off of her.

She hobbled her way to the bathroom and was surprised to see that Vegeta wasn't in it. She had assumed that he was going to get showered before he met up with everyone at the bar… and possibly find the flavor of the night. She shrugged and entered the bathroom, going straight for the shower.

When she was done, she opened up her med capsule and found the healing goo, as she liked to call it. It was the same fluid that filled the regen tanks, but a bit more concentrated. It was used for when you were injured, but didn't particularly need a regen tank or just plain couldn't get to one. She slathered the blue goo on her cut and bandaged it up again.

The house was quiet when she exited the bathroom… she took this opportunity to get some work done without any distractions. She limped to her bedroom, grabbing a few more capsules and went down stairs and set herself up at the kitchen table.

She opened up a couple capsules, one had tools and other random things in it and the other had her pet project in it that she tinkered on whenever she had down time. She grabbed her Mp3 player and turned it on… music filled the house as she started happily tinkering away.

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Vegeta had decided against going to the bar. He actually hadn't considered it, but couldn't resist to push her buttons. He decided to finish up some training, but was cut short since it started to pour heavily outside. He quietly entered the house and quickly went up stairs to take a shower before the woman saw him.

He found himself hurrying through his shower, as he dried off and got dressed he stopped.

`Why am I in such a rush??'

He growled at himself, he knew why. He was alone, with her. He knew damn well that Nappa and Raditz would stay until the bar closed, and seeing as it was only 7 in the evening, he and the woman would have the house all to themselves for a while.

`No issue, I'll just stay in my room and meditate.'

He frowned deeply as his stomach growled loudly.

`Traitor'

He begrudgingly went down stairs and peeked around the corner of the kitchen. He watched amused as the woman bobbed her head up and down and mouthed the words to a song that played from the mini speakers next to her as she tightened a screw on some sort of contraption that was on the table.

“What is this crap that you are listening to?”

His gravely voice, this time, didn't startle her. She looked up at him as he sauntered towards her and studied what was on the table.

“Dave Mathews Band. The song is called Crash into me.” She watched him as he listened to the lyrics, his fingers lightly tapping to the slow drawl of the beat. A small smirk pulled at his lips.

“This is a dirty song, Woman.”

Bulma snickered. “It's my favorite song.” She gave him a toothy smile and then turned back to her tinkering.

Vegeta lingered at the table for a few seconds, wondering if that was some sort of an invite. Shaking his head, he went to the fridge to find something to eat.

Vegeta found that the refrigerator didn't have anything ready to eat in it, and being a warrior, not a cook, did what any other man would do in this situation…

“Woman, make me dinner.” He knew this would probably send her into a hysterical fit of anger but it was either that or risk burning the house down in his feeble attempt to make himself something.

Bulma slowly looked at him. Did he really just tell me to make him dinner? She was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but remembered that she did kind of owe him for saving her from being eaten by a giant cat.

“Fine.”

He reared back slightly… did she just agree to make him dinner?

She got up and limped to the fridge and rifled through it, finding something to make the all mighty prince, who was standing there still, watching her. She settled on making a couple of steaks along with some baked potatoes and vegitables. It was simple, and sure to sate his appetite.

She grabbed some seasoning out of the pre-stocked cabinets and shoved in Vegeta's hand.

“Make yourself useful and season these steaks while I get the potatoes and vegetables prepped.”

He growled at her.

She turned around and glared at him. “Do it, or I'll stop what I'm doing, and you can make your own dinner.” She put her hands on her hips to let him know she meant business.

He matched her glare and narrowed his eyes at her, but did what he was told. He was hungry.

As she moved about the kitchen, Vegeta noticed that she was a little more mobile than she was when he brought her home. Was she pulling some sort of ruse back in the jungle? Making him think that she was unable to walk so he would have to carry her?

Bulma felt his angry stare and looked to him, following his stare to her injured leg.

“I put some salve on my leg, it should be healed completely by tomorrow.” She said as if reading his mind. She then went back to scrubbing the dirt off the mash potatoes.

“Salve?”

“Mmmhmm. I call it `healing goo'. It's what is used in the regen tanks, but its more concentrated. We use it when there aren't any regen tanks available.”

He looked at her thoughtfully and then went back to seasoning the steaks.

It didn't take long to make dinner, she moved her stuff off to the side, making room for them to eat at the table and sat down.

There were still a few things scattered on the table. A few of them being pictures. Vegeta brought the small stack of photos closer to him, Bulma didn't seem to notice as she was looking at some wiring that was coming out of the contraption she was working on whilst putting food in her mouth.

The first photo was of a little girl, not more than seven years old. She had long blue hair that was curled and was smiling brightly at the camera. She was being held by a man who looked to be in his mid to late twenty's. He had lavender hair and a beautiful blond woman that was pressed up against the man that looked to be the same age as he and had the same bright smile pointed towards the camera. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this was Bulma and her parents when she was little.

It was odd to him to see a family unit… happy and loved, something very foreign to the prince. He did know that his mother had loved him very much, but it had been such a long time since he had felt another's love or caring. The picture made him uncomfortable and pushed it to the side, showing the next picture in the stack. It was of Bulma, not much older than she was now, she had the same smile on her face that she had in the other picture, but instead of the little girl it was a beautiful woman looking at the camera. One had was on her hip and the other was slung over Goku's shoulder, he with the stupid idiotic grin on his face. She was dressed in a satin baby blue dress that hugged her curves and Goku was in formal armor. He hated to admit it, but she looked beautiful.

“That was taken at Goku and Chi Chi's wedding.”

He looked up at her, somewhat startled he was caught looking at the pictures and quickly flicked it away. Bulma caught it and picked it up.

“It was right before I was taken…” She sadly put the picture down and played with her food. “…So… I thought you were going to the bar.”

“Changed my mind.” He said hotily. “I'm too tired to get laid tonight…”

Bulma frowned a bit but remained silent. Vegeta smiled evilly at her and continued.

“Although, If Raditz brings multiple girls back, which he usually does, I may feel inclined to lure one of them back to my room.” He was finding it difficult to keep himself from snickering as he watched her frown deepen and her cheeks turn a light shade of red. He found it was fun to push her buttons.

She wanted to scream at him, but why? It wouldn't make sense. They weren't together, they shared a kiss. A hot, searing kiss albeit, but just a kiss. If he wanted to screw the whole island, than he could… but she knew he was screwing with her to make her uncomfortable. She decided to return the favor.

“….How did you know I was in trouble?”

Vegeta sighed. He knew the question was coming, and surprised himself by gently placing his utensils down, instead of throwing them full force at the wall.

He looked at her straight in the eye. “I was tracking you… all day.”

She certainly wasn't expecting that. “Why?”

`The truth? I wanted to make sure you were safe.' Was what he said in his mind, but what he said out loud was: “You're track record with danger is not the best, Woman. I need you to stay alive, just in case my cuffs need to be fixed or am in need of another tool for my training.”

She accepted his reasoning. But had a bit of doubt in her eyes.

She got up and brought her plate to the sink and then went back to the table. He stiffened, sensing her right behind him. “Thank you Vegeta, for saving my life… again.” She bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and left the kitchen.

Alright, so I have two ideas for the next chapter, but I need my loyal readers opinion… Do you think it's time for a Bulma and Vegeta lemon or is it too soon?? K, review and tell me you're opinion!!