Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ Into the Night ( Chapter 19 )
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By: MayMayB 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2012 | Pages: 12 | Words: 9.3K | Visits: 480 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2012 | Pages: 12 | Words: 9.3K | Visits: 480 | Status: Work In Progress
HELLO!! Here is a nice looooong chapter for you all.
But I must say, we are nearing the end to Destiny Lost: Book One.
A lot is happening in this chapter, and I hope the pace isn't too fast for you all.
Thank you all for the fantastic reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
IMPORTANT: THIS HAS NOT BEEN POSTED ON FF.NET AS OF YET. The admins locked my account until Friday morning. Just an fyi =)
Enjoy.
Chi Chi speed walked down the halls where the hangar was located.
As she rounded a corner, a hand darted out and grasped her by the arm and tugged her to a darkened corner of the hallway.
"EEP!" She squeaked as she gripped her son close to her, shielding him from danger.
"Quiet down." Vegeta's rough voice scolded her.
"Damn it!! Do you always scare the shit out of everyone you know?" The dark haired woman growled. She suppressed the urge to whack him upside the head. She didn't think it would fare well for her if she gave in to that urge.
Vegeta ignored her question. "Did you get it?"
Chi Chi nodded and gently took away a capsule her son was using as a chew toy. "Yes" She handed it to him.
The prince took the drool soaked capsule with his thumb and forefinger, holding it out in front of him with a disgusted look upon his face.
"It's only drool." She quipped as she snatched it out of his hands and dried it with her shirt and gave it back to him. "Look," she said narrowing her eyes at him. "I've known Bulma since she arrived here with Piccolo. She's my very best friend, and I love her dearly. So if you hurt her like you did a few months ago I will find a way to have you killed."
Vegeta chuckled mockingly at her. "I assure you I have no intentions of repeating my past indiscretions. And you can try to have me killed, but you will fail miserably."
Chi Chi looked at the Prince arching her eyebrow at him and turned to leave, but not before she turned her head slightly; "Good luck, although, I don't think you'll need it."
Vegeta watched the harpy woman walk away and stuffed the capsule in his boot.
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Bulma looked at her duffle bag and ran a hand through her loose locks in frustration. If only Vegeta would tell her what kind of mission this was, she'd know exactly what to pack. But the stubborn Saiyan wasn't giving up any information. When she paged him on his scouter the only thing he said was: "Just pack some fucking clothes and get your fat ass down to the hanger." He then ended the transmission, leaving a fuming Bulma.
So, she packed for 'warm weather', along with some nice dresses and of course for combat.
She couldn't help but wonder what the hell the secrecy was all about. Was it a covert mission where she was on a need-to-know basis? If it were one thing Bulma hated was being left in the dark.
She zipped her duffle up, grabbed a few capsules that had some weapons and headed to the hangar.
Just as she rounded the corner to the entrance of the hangar, she was blindsided by a hug from Chi Chi.
"Whoa! Geeze Chi Chi."
Chi Chi gave her a tight squeeze and let go of her.
"Have a good mission."
Bulma could tell she was holding back tears. "Ummm," She patted Chi Chi on the shoulder. "Are you ok? You're acting a little crazy."
"I'm fine... call me you know... if anything happens... or not.... just call me."
Bulma arched an eyebrow at her. "Are you drunk?"
Chi Chi swiped her arm playfully. "No! Why would you say that?" She didn't give Bulma time to answer. "I've gotta go." The dark haired woman walked away quickly, leaving Bulma ten times more confused than she was just minutes ago.
With a shake of her head, she continued to the ship where Vegeta was waiting, impatiently.
"Took you long enough. Hurry up, I don't have all day." He growled out before entering the ship with a huff.
"Well, this is going to be fun." She mumbled as she followed his highness into the ship.
Vegeta said nothing to her as he walked passed her into the cockpit.
"Do you need me in there to help?" She asked as he passed her.
"No."
"Has anyone told you lately that you're an asshole?" She yelled out to him.
"Not in the passed 24 hours, no." He shot back from the cockpit.
Bulma sighed dramatically and found a seat in the main galley and took out her laptop. She may as well do something productive on their way to wherever this mysterious mission was.
After Vegeta piloted the ship out of the base hangar and entered the coordinates in the nav computer, he let auto pilot take over. He was going to make use of his time on board and train. As he entered the main galley he saw that the woman was at a table, with her laptop and other miscellaneous things spread across the table. She was mumbling to herself, with a pen in her mouth, which made it hard for Vegeta to understand just what she was mumbling about.
She spat out the pen when she caught site of him. "So, Mr. Mysterious, wanna tell me about this mission. Where are we going, what is the mission, what is the threat level?"
Vegeta looked at her with a bored expression as he pulled a capsule out of his boot and observed the number on the side (He didn't need to open the wrong one in front of her, his cover would have been blown). He grunted, seeing that he grabbed the correct one and opened it. It revealed his gravity cuffs and the MP3 player Bulma had given him a while back. He clamped on his gravity cuffs, and chuckled when he glanced at her. She was growing agitated for every second he didn't answer her . "This is a need to know mission," He finally said. "and you don't need to know."
"But-"
He put the ear buds that were attached to the MP3 player and hit play, and then pointed to his ears. "I can't hear you." He said mockingly.
He then let out a boisterous laugh at the furious face she was giving him and started his warm up kata in the spacious galley of the ship.
"What a jerk." She continued to give him the death glare, until an idea hit her... an evil smirk crossed her lips.
She turned to her laptop and hacked into the computers nav system. But soon, her evil smile was replaced by a look of sheer shock. The damn monkey prince blocked her from seeing their destination. She moved her shocked gaze to the now sweaty Prince. His tail playfully flicking back and forth, and a large smile on his face... as if he knew what she tried to do.
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She must have fallen asleep... Becuase the next thing she knew Vegeta was tapping her head lightly, which was resting on top of her crossed arms on the table in front of her.
"Woman, wake up. We are here."
She shot straight up, startled by the warm breath in her ear. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was.
"Get your shit, I want to get out of this cramped ship." Vegeta turned away from her and stood next to the exit, waiting impatiently for her to gather her things.
Bulma sleepily capsulated her laptop and notes and followed Vegeta out of the ship.
She was met with the subtle ocean breeze and the salty smell of the ocean and to her delight the sound of waves lazily lapping up and down the sandy surf.
He brought her to Utopia.
Bulma's mouth was agape with shock, and she looked to Vegeta. He gave her a look of indifference as he walked passed her and led her to a small beach house just a short distance away from where he had landed. It was dark, but she could see that the little house was the only one on the beach. No other beach homes were to be seen.
"Umm, why are we on Utopia?" She said as she caught up with the Saiyan. "Has Derlyn Perts contacted you with information of our leak?"
Vegeta gave her a sideways glance as he opened the sliding glace door to the home and flipped on a light. He paused as he scanned the home for any foreign ki, when he found that there weren't any unwanted guests, he entered all the way, Bulma in tow.
"Vegeta?"
He turned to her. "Like I said, need to know basis." He then turned back around and headed to the living area and flipped on another light.
"I'll be back."
And just like that he exited where he entered and she was all alone.
"JERK!" She yelled out.
When she didn't get a response, she threw her duffle onto the ground and inspected the place. The home was spacious inside. And, to her delight, the house was full of floor to ceiling windows, showing of the beautiful view of the beach. It's open floor plan had a good sized kitchen, living area, complete with a large screen tv, a comfy looking couch and matching love seat and coffee table. The only room that offered privacy was the bedroom and bathroom.
The bedroom was beautiful. It had a king sized bed with a white net canopy over it. The linens that were on it looked like it was made for royalty.
When she made her way to the bathroom she squealed with delight. It was equipped with the largest bathtub she had ever seen, made out of dark marble, being large enough to fit at least four people. Right next to the tub was a large shower, again large enough for a couple people made of the same dark marble. It had four shower heads and two benches.
As she made her way back to the living area, the thought hit her...
"There's only one bedroom..."
After about an hour, and Vegeta still being gone, Bulma decided that she should get some shut eye, seeing as it was 1am in the morning. And since Vegeta was gone, he couldn't claim the one bedroom for himself.
She buried herself under the luscious silken sheets and was asleep just moments afterwards.
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He wasn't there when she woke up. Nor was he back by lunch time, which she was certain he would be. But she didn't worry. Vegeta was always playing the disappearing act. He'd show up when he wanted to.
And since she was in the dark about this so-called mission, she didn't see anything wrong with putting on a bikini and laying out in the warm sun on the beach.
When dinner time neared she headed inside and prepared dinner for the both of them. Bulma figured that if he didn't show up for dinner, he could eat the left overs.
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Vegeta landed on the beach. His training outfit torn to shreds and covered with dried blood. But, he felt more at ease after his romp in the jungle side of the planet.
He trained and hunted and battled the large and monstrous creatures that lurked in the brush. It soothed his frazzled nerves and prepared him for the next hurdle he was about to jump.
The Prince walked into the beach house and his stomach growled loudly at the smell of food that was cooking in the kitchen.
"Vegeta?" Bulma called as she peeked around the corner at him.
"Hn" He grunted.
"Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes." She said turning her attention back to the cooking food.
Vegeta said nothing and went to the bathroom to clean up and change into a fresh set of clothes. By the time he was showered and dressed dinner was on the table.
Bulma did a double take at the laid back attire the prince was wearing. Loose fitting jeans, in which she never thought she'd see the day of him wearing such an article of clothing, and a tight fitting black t-shirt that hugged his every muscle on his upper body...and of course his boots.
"What are you looking at?" He demanded, trying to hide the blush that was flooding his cheeks.
The woman shook her head and looked away from him. "Nothing...you just look really good in jeans, that's all."
"Hn, of course I do."
She rolled her eyes at him and started to dig into her dinner.
They stayed in a comfortable silence as they ate their dinner. As they finished, Bulma decided to ask about the mission...again.
"When will I get to know?"
The Prince placed his fork on top of his empty plate. "Soon enough, Little One." He gave her a guarded look and left the kitchen area.
Bulma stood up. "This is getting to be a little FRUSTRATING, Vegeta!"
He ignored her and proceeded to open the large sliding glass door to the beach and went outside.
Bulma pushed air out of her pursed lips and cleaned up their dinner mess, all the while gripping under her breath about secretive, pig headed Saiyans.
Just as she was putting away the last dish, she felt as if someone was watching her from behind. She turned around to see Vegeta a few feet away from her, with an uncertain look on his face.
"Woman, come to the living room and sit." He looked deadly serious.
She didn't question him. She put the plate down on the counter and followed him the living room. Either something was really wrong, or he was about to tell her why they were back on Utopia.
Bulma sat down as commanded, looking up at the semi distressed Saiyan.
Bulma wasn't used to seeing Vegeta in such a state. He was more tense than usual and his normal stone like face of indifference and superiority was gone. It was now replaced with a furrowed brow full annoyance and uncertainty.
Her eyes staid on the now pacing Saiyan. The Prince's arms were firmly crossed as he watched her from the corner of his eye.
Vegeta sucked in a sharp breath and walked towards her and stopped only an arms length away from her. He looked down at her with such intensity in his eyes, that it made Bulma all the sudden nervous.
"Woman," his voice was gruff and low. "I need for you to listen to me. Don't open that huge mouth of yours and interrupt me. I need to say this to you, and you need to hear it. What I'm about to say to you, you will never hear come out of my mouth again...ever. Are we clear?"
Bulma nodded her head. Her heart thudded in her chest, his words were deadly serious.
Vegeta grabbed the coffee table behind him and pulled it to where he was standing and sat down. His hands were in tight fists that were placed on his knees, and his back stick straight. The prince looked at her, this time with more confidence and seriousness.
"I know that I have done things that you will never forgive me for. Some of them being in my past, and some of them you very well know of... You have to understand that my pride is keeping me from graveling at your feet like some idiot weakling. I did what I did and I will never do it again. Clear?"
Bulma nodded. She knew full well that, that was the closest thing to an apology she would get from Vegeta. And was flabbergasted that he did so, even though it was in his own arrogant way.
He continued. "I thought that if I ignored you and pushed you away, the need for you to be with me would go away. But in turn, it has only hurt you and made the need much stronger, and I'm afraid that I do not wish to ignore the signs any longer."
Bulma sat there, listening. This was certainly not what she was expecting to hear Vegeta to say. She unconsciously fiddled with the hem of her shirt as she continued to listen to Vegeta.
Her eyes widened and her breath quickened as he got off of the coffee table, got down onto one knee and reached into his left boot. He took out something, but kept it hidden in his fist.
"Woman, we are from two very different cultures. Both of them have different traditions," He reached with his free hand and gently grasped her left hand, and turned it palm up. "if you agree, I intend on us following both traditions." He dropped something small into her palm and closed her fingers around the tiny object in her hand, before she could see what it was. "But know this, Bulma Briefs," his voice still gruff, but soft. "if you agree to what I am about to ask, there is no turning back. We will be together for all eternity, you will be entering into a binding contract that will intertwine our souls forever." His deep dark eyes never left her now soggy beautiful blue one's, as he let go of her hand.
"Bulma Briefs of Earth, be my wife, my mate and queen of all Saiyans."
Bulma's lip quivered as she tried to keep herself from crying. She stared at Vegeta for a few more seconds but then realized that he had given her something. She shifted her watery eyes to her fist, took a shaky breath and opened her hand. There in the center of her palm sat the beautiful diamond ring, encircled with blue gems that matched her eyes she had purchased almost a year ago.
Her resolve crumbled at the sight of the ring. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. And just as Vegeta was about to assume that the answer to his question was no, she launched herself onto him.
The prince, not expecting the sudden 'attack', fell backward onto his back, bringing the woman with him. She laid on top of him with the biggest smile on her face and then proceeded to kiss him all over his face.
"I'll take this as a 'yes'." He said, with slight amusement in his voice.
Bulma sat up. "Gods yes, Vegeta. Yes."
The prince sat up, unable to contain the small smile and brought her into a tight embrace.
"This is the dumbest fucking thing I've ever done in my life." He said, earning him a not so gentle jab in the ribs from his fiancé. "And I'm surprised that you stayed quiet for that long too." The prince grabbed her fisted hand and freed the ring from her grasp.
She began to cry again as she watched him slip the ring onto her dainty ring finger.
He then brought her into a sweet kiss and held her until her crying subsided.
Bulma sniffed and wiped her eyes as she pushed off of his chest. "I do have a few questions."
Vegeta sat up, bring her up with him. "I expected you would. Well... out with it."
She ran a hand through her blue tendrils, moving them out of her face. "I know human tradition when it comes to marriage... but what is the Saiyan tradition?"
Vegeta nodded his head. "Come," He stood up and took her by the hand, pulling her up off of the ground. He then offered her his arm and led her outside to the beach and walked her down the shore line.
"Saiyan's don't marry, they mate. There aren't any vows exchanged like you humans do, or sign a piece of paper." He halfway sneered in sheer ridiculousness of it all. "They exchange a piece of their souls, thus binding them forever."
"How is that done?"
Vegeta paused for a moment. He wasn't sure if the next part would scare her off. He cleared his throat. "It can only be initiated by the male... by biting his chosen female here," The stopped walking, and touched the soft skin, where her neck and shoulder met. She shuddered at his gentle touch. "and then the female would do the same thing. The exchange of blood then binds us, while the bite mark brands us as 'taken'. Once this is done, we will be able to sense one another. I will be more in tune to your energy." He furrowed his brow. "Although, I'm not sure how it will effect you, since you are not Saiyan."
"So... we have to bite each other... and then drink each other's blood." She tried real hard to keep the disgusted look off of her face, but apparently she wasn't doing a good job because Vegeta chuckled at her.
"Yes."
"Very...vampire-esk" Bulma said nervously. "Although, it makes sense. I've always wondered why you Saiyans have slightly longer canines than us humans. I just thought it was for intimidation."
The prince gave her a chasire smile. The bright glow from the moon glinted off of his sharp teeth.
She smacked him on the shoulder, laughing at him.
"Wait a second!!" She exclaimed. "Is this why Chi Chi was acting all crazy before we left?" Her eyes grew wide with realization.
"She snuck into your quarters and found the ring for me. I had to tell her my intentions, otherwise, she would not have done so for me."
It all made sense now. Chi Chi was never good at keeping secrets, she always acted weird when she was keeping one. Bulma couldn't help the smile that was on her face. She couldn't think of anyone one else in the universe to be with forever. Sure the man was stubborn and crass, and arrogant to boot, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
Vegeta all the sudden got serious. "Woman, I promise I will not let any harm come of you. As long as the blood pumps through my veins, I will protect you." Bulma reached up and kissed him on the nose. "Although," he smirked evilly at her. "I cannot say I can protect you from myself right now."
"Oh?"
His smirk grew. "I still haven't gotten you back for that little stunt you pulled in the bathroom from the last time we were on this planet."
Bulma straightened and looked at him confused. But then she remembered. She had flushed the toilet while he was in the shower.
"Little One." Vegeta lowered his head to her ear. "I'd run if I were you."
Bulma wasted no time. She turned and dashed down the beach as fast as her legs could carry her. Leaving Vegeta standing there watching as she ran from him. He counted to ten and ran after her.
Her heart pounded with adrenaline as she ran through the sand. She could here his dark chuckles behind her, making her stomach flip with anticipation.
All of the sudden she found herself in the iron grip of Vegeta as he tackled her onto the soft sand where it met the ocean.
His predatory smirk melted into a frown as he looked into her blue depths. "Woman. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Bulma grabbed each side of his face and brought him into a kiss.
"Vegeta, all I know is that when I'm with you, I feel whole. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else."
"Hn." He lifted up off of her and pulled her up onto her feet. The two of them were soaking wet and full of sand. "Then let's go." He lifted her up, cradling her in his arms and flew back to the beach house.
They made their way to the bathroom, where Bulma drew up a bath for the two of them. Vegeta entered first and then Bulma, putting her in his lap. Although, her sitting in his lap didn't last too long.
It was like they were hormone crazed teenagers as they kissed each other, only giving themselves enough time to catch their breathes and then went back for more.
The two of them missed each other's touch. They had spent over six months with out one another and a few weeks in each other's presence as 'friends' that this being the first time in each other's embrace was almost too much for them to bear. They were hungry for each other, and it seemed as it they would never be sated.
Vegeta broke their kiss and planted one's of his own down her neck. The familiar ache in his gums started as he brushed the soft and delicate skin. His sharp canines throbbed as he sucked on the base of where her neck met her shoulders. As gently as he could, he pushed her away so he could look her in the face, silently asking for permission.
Words weren't exchanged. Bulma knew what he wanted and she nodded her head and offered her neck to him.
Vegeta wrapped his muscled arms around her and again, planted kisses on her, starting on her jaw and then back down to the soft spot on her neck. He nipped at it, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her jump slightly in his grip.
He continued to suck playfully on her neck, until he felt the tenseness leave her body. At that moment he let out a low, predatory grow and sunk his sharp canines into her soft flesh.
Bulma opened her mouth to scream, but her voice didn't come. She let out a silent scream of pain, but soon turned into pleasure. The pull of his lips and tongue shot shivers down her spine as she griped his unruly main with her dainty fingers. It was an intense feeling that was between pleasure and pain that made her quiver in his arms.
Her hot blood spilled into mouth as he sucked it in greedily. The warm liquid rushed down his throat leaving a trail of electricity. The harsh tingle continued to spread and slowly filled him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
He reluctantly pulled away from her.
Their gazes met, Vegeta's filled with primal lust. At that moment, Bulma didn't think he could look any more sexy or intimidating at that very moment as her blood trickled out of the side of his mouth and down his chin as he growled again and offered her his neck.
She wasted no time as she lowered her head to his neck and bit down as hard as she could. Surprising both she and Vegeta at how easily she was able to do so.
Vegeta let out a hiss as her teeth broke his skin.
Blood immediately filled her mouth. She quickly swallowed the copper tasting liquid, and was surprised that she didn't mind the taste. She too felt the electric tingle as she swallowed his blood. She felt different as the tingle spread throughout her body... as if she was drinking pure ki.
As the feeling engulfed her she let go of his neck and looked up at him, probably matching his lustful gaze, she mused.
She now knew what Vegeta meant by them binding their souls forever. It was a feeling that was unfathomable. She could feel life pouring out of him, she could practically hear his strong heart thump wildly against his ribs and could feel the pure love that radiated off of him for her. The twinge of doubt of him not loving her suddenly was obliterated when she felt it.
He loved her.
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The week flew by. The two never left each other's side. They'd lounged on the beach, went swimming... which usually ended in the same way... sex. Lot's and lot's of sex.
But all was not blissful...
One night Vegeta awoke from the all too familiar nightmare that consisted of his now mate dying in his arms.
He sat up and leaned back against the head rest of the bed. It was still dark out, only the moon providing minimal light. Bulma shifted in her sleep, probably from the fluctuation of his distressed energy. He buried his face in his hands as he took a deep breath to calm himself.
No need in waking her. She would ask questions, and this was one thing he did not wish to share with her. It was his greatest fear, and to even say it out loud would drive him to the brink of insanity.
Vegeta looked down at his slumbering bride, taking in her gorgeous form. Everything about her was truly breath taking. The way her long blue hair was spread around her, made her look like an angel, down to her full ruby lips. He often caught himself wondering how a killer and fucked up person could end up with an angel like her.
He traced her jaw line with his finger, making her smile slightly in her sleep.
Vegeta would not allow a single thing take her from him. He had to get stronger... it was the only way he could assure her safety from the evil that lurked in the shadows.
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The two of them agreed to keep their news under wraps until after Frieza was dead. Vegeta didn't want word to somehow get back to anyone in the cold army, especially with an unknown leak in their midst. They were only to tell close family and friends, which pretty much consisted of Queen Alina, Bardock, Goku, Chi Chi, Piccolo, Nappa and Raditz.... who were all waiting for them in the hangar when they landed, minus Piccolo.
Vegeta's mother was the first to congratulate them, giving the both of them hugs and telling them both that she was honored to have Bulma as a daughter. Chi Chi then launched herself onto her best friend, and scolded her for not calling her as she requested. The men, gave their Prince hearty slaps on the back and requested that they all buy him a round of drinks to celebrate.
"I need to see Piccolo." She said as they finally broke free from their friends and headed towards Bulma's quarters.
"Why?"
"Because, Vegeta, he's the closest thing I have for a father. "
Vegeta sniffed uncaringly. In all honesty, he didn't care for the green Namekian, probably because he made it clear, Vegeta wasn't his favorite person.
Bulma rolled her eyes at him. "Here," She handed him her duffle bag. "Go get settled at my place, I'll be right behind you." She looked at her watch, it was meditation time for her old caretaker. She reached up on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose. But when she turned to leave she found that Vegeta's tail had anchored itself around her slender waist. He pulled her back up against him.
"You call that a goodbye kiss?" He didn't give her time to answer as his lips quickly descended onto hers. Giving her one of his knee melting, mind searing kisses. Just before his discipline shattered and threatened to throw her over his shoulder and find a storage closet, he pulled away, smirking down at her. "That's better." He then turned on his heel and walked away from her.
After Bulma regained her composure, she made her way to Piccolo's quarters.
As expected, the green alien was in the center of his dimmed room, eyes closed and arms crossed, floating a few feet above the ground.
"Bulma." He said, opening his eyes.
"Hello Piccolo." She said timidly as she removed her boots and sat in front of him. "Um, I'm not here to meditate."
"I know."
Bulma nodded. In all the years she knew Piccolo, there was no surprising him. Even when she went through that practical joke faze with Goku. He always figured it out before he fell victim to the two mischievous children. Which always impressed Bulma. The large green Namekian was known all around the Universe for his blood lust when it came to battle. His anger rivaled nobody... well that is, until she met Vegeta. She had seen Piccolo angry and it had given her nightmares. But he never lost his temper with her, no matter what she had put him through... the only time he had lost it when it came to Bulma was when Bardock notified him of her capture, but she was not there to witness it.
Piccolo slowly floated down to the floor, and looked to her patiently.
"I know you may not approve, but it was my choice."
"Mmm" He said as he moved his gaze onto the semi healed bite mark on her neck.
"I hope you aren't angry with me."
Piccolo looked up at her. "I am not angry with you Bulma. I just hope you know what is expected of you in the future." His deep monotone voice was quiet, but sharp.
Bulma nodded. "I understand fully. And with help from Alina, I know I will make everyone proud."
"Mmm." He grunted again. "The Prince of Saiyans is arrogant and hot headed, but you complement him well." he said with a hint of a smile.
Bulma laughed at his attempt to be funny.
"Do...do you think my father would approve?" She asked in a whisper. She rarely brought her father up, as it always brought up bad memories.
The Namekian turned thoughtful. "I believe he would have. He would be proud."
She smiled warmly at him, and did something he hated. She stood up and hugged him.
He awkwardly patted her on the back and mumbled something about human emotions, which just earned him another tight squeeze from his ward.
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When Bulma got back to her apartment, Vegeta was in the shower.
As playfully dirty thoughts danced in her head about joining her mate, a capsule on her desk caught her eye.
It was the capsule that carried the ring she now wore on her left hand. And she realized that she too bought Vegeta a ring.
She opened the capsule and found the shiny, masculine silver ring. Just as she did so, the shower was turned off and Vegeta emerged a few moments later with only a towel covering his mid region.
"Took you long enough, Woman. You missed a perfect opportunity to pleasure me in the shower, like a good wife should." He smiled evilly at her.
If she were standing by her desk, the lamp would have been launched at his head. Instead she was sitting on the bed, away from any blunt objects.
"I see, you mated me so I'd become a sex slave for you, huh?"
His smile widened as he dropped his towel and slipped on a pair of boxers.
"Vegeta."
"Hn"
"Remember when you said that we will follow both traditions of our cultures?"
Vegeta furrowed his brow at her as he sat next to her on the bed. "Yes."
She held out the ring she had bought for him.
Vegeta arched an eyebrow. "I will not wear it."
Bulma huffed. "And why not?"
The Saiyan's tail wrapped around her thigh. "A warrior cannot wear such things. It will attract unwanted attention. As a matter of fact-" He reached over and plucked the ring off of her left ring finger and swiftly slipped it onto her right hand ring finger.
Bulma looked at her ring and then up at his bare chest and pointed to the silver chain that held the royal Saiyan crest. "But you wear that."
He looked down at the necklace his mother had given him so long ago. He then looked back at the silver ring and then sighed. "Fine, if this will make you happy... and shut up-" He unclasped the necklace and took the ring from his mate and put the chain through the ring so it dangled next to the crest. He then re-clasped the necklace and looked at her with annoyance.
She beamed up at him. "Thank you."
"Hmph."
She'd mention wedding ceremonies another time.
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Vegeta dedicated almost all of his time to his training. He had just a few months to get stronger until he was expected back on his master's ship.
With the little time he spared for his new mate, they spent what any other newly mated couple would do, and that was again, sex. Sex anywhere and everywhere that they could find.
And even though Vegeta was extremely busy with his training, he still made it so he was watching over his wife constantly. Almost to the point of obsession. Bulma was restricted from going anywhere on the ship, unless she was escorted by himself, one of his men, or Goku. She had to tell him where she was going and for how long. He was beyond paranoid. He forbade her to go on any missions, and even told Bardock that he was not to assign her any missions until further notice.
"Vegeta, I'm a big girl you know. I managed to stay alive for 21 years. I think I can I can get from my lab to the cafeteria without finding danger." She spat angrily. "What are you going to do when you go back to Frieza? You won't be here to watch over me like you are now. You need to relax."
"Woman." He said through gritted teeth. "I trust no one on this ship. And I will not relax until Frieza's dead cold decapitated head is in my hands. You will obey me, wife."
This time Bulma was close to a blunt object, which happened to be a hammer. She launched it at his head, but he caught it easily. He merely walked it over to her lab table with a bored look upon his face and placed it back where she grabbed it from and headed towards the training area.
As the weeks passed there were more and more meetings with the "Take Down Team'. Vegeta uploaded schematics of the flag ship and showed his team where there would be the most soldiers.
The plan was, when Vegeta gave the signal, Piccolo, Goku and Bulma would bored the ship. Vegeta would then give them a second signal. When the second signal was given, it meant that Vegeta was about to engage in battle with the lizard and it was time for the others, including Nappa and Raditz to disarm and subdue the soldiers onboard, using Bulma's gas grenades. The grenades would render them unconscious for a total of two hours, giving Vegeta, hopefully, enough time to kill Frieza. They needed to pull this off with out causing too much harm to the ship. Bardock wanted to use it as a secondary roaming base, since they were running out of room with the one they lived on. Rendering the soldiers unconcious would allow the team to imprison them with out a fire fight.
Vegeta wanted more than enough grenades built, which meant Bulma had to work double time to get the gas mixture right and the design perfected.
She too dedicated most of her time to the project, sacrificing much of her sleep time to it.
The stress of it all was effecting her appetite as well as her sleep patern, and found that food down right sounded disgusting.
Bulma found herself playing with her food more times than not when she sat with her mate and friends during meal times, earning her scowls from the Saiyan prince.
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Vegeta entered he and Bulma's apartment, sweat soaked from a grueling training session. He had accomplished training under 800 times standard gravity, and was confident he was on track to defeating his foe.
His good mood was shattered however, when he noticed his mate sitting at her desk in front of her laptop. Her face was buried in her hands and her breath was uneven. He narrowed his eyes at her with concern and a twinge of agitation as he concentrated on her.
Her ki was off.
She took her head out of her hands and looked at him, offering him a weak smile.
"Woman, your color is off. You're a light shade of green."
Bulma shot him a dirty look and continued to work on her report on her laptop. "Gee thanks, nice to see you too."
Her husband stomped over to her and felt her forehead and cheeks with the back of his hand. "You feel clamey too. Your weak human genes have caused you to get sick."
Bulma batted his hands away. "I'm not sick, I just need more sleep is all." She gave him a sideways glance and then went back to work on the grenade designs for him.
He eyed her for a moment longer and then grunted in approval. She had been working day and night, sacrificing meals and sleep. "You aren't taking very good care of yourself, Wife. You need to sleep and eat more." He waited until he received a nod from her and then proceeded to the bathroom to shower.
When he exited he found that she had passed out face first on her lap top. Her heavy breathing indicating that she was in a deep sleep.
"Stubborn woman." He shook his head in amusement and gingerly picked her up from her chair and placed her in bed, where he too soon fell asleep at her side.
The both of them were jarred awake by a shrill beep that came from Vegeta's scouter. The prince rolled onto his stomach to check the digital clock on the side of his bed.
2:47am.
With a grunt of agitation, Vegeta shuffled to the dresser where is scouter was located. His eyes grew large as he read the identifier.
"What?" Bulma asked.
"It's Frieza, himself. Stay quiet." He attached the scouter over his ear and answered. "Lord Frieza." His tone was even, the panic no longer present on his face.
Bulma strained to hear what was said on the other end, but her feeble human ears could only pick up garbled sounds.
"But the mission is not complete, surely you want myself and my men to finish." Vegeta's eyes furrowed as he listened. "Very well. We will leave immediately."
Bulma watched as he calmly removed the scouter from his face and proceeded to smash it in the palm of his hand, all the while letting out a shout of pure hatred.
He took a few deep breathes in attempt to calm himself down. "Frieza has summoned me and my men. I need to leave now." He said through gritted teeth. "I'm not ready." He shouted, making Bulma jump.
"...why?" She asked.
Her mate whipped around to face her, his face twisted into a hateful mask. "He wouldn't say." He moved to the dresser that held his uniform and armor and put them on.
"Continue your progress on the weapons. We will move forward as planned. If we need to execute our plan early, than we will. Tell Bardock and the rest of the team to wait for my signal. If we're lucky he summoned us for something with little importance and will release us to continue our purge mission." He moved to the bed and brought Bulma into an a tight embrace. Breathing in her sweet scent, imprinting it in his brain. This may very well be the last time he would see her. His strength had more than doubled, but he feared it was too soon to take Frieza on. "Woman, trust no one except those that are closest to you. Understand, Little One."
Bulma only nodded, in fear of saying something would let the cries she was holding back, out. She needed to stay strong for the both of them. This was happening too fast.
He crashed his lips onto hers and left.
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She sat in the cafeteria with the Queen, Goku and Chi Chi. Although she wasn't hungry, she grabbed a plate of eggs and bacon... Which now sat in front of her untouched. The smell of the bacon made her stomach turn and her stomach threatened to wretch.
Bulma pushed the eggs back and forth with her fork. She was missing Vegeta. He had been gone for two days, but it felt as if he had been gone for months.
"Bulma, what is wrong?" Alina asked with concern in her eyes. "You've barely eaten anything. Are you feeling ok?"
The blue haired woman pushed the full plate of food away from her and sighed. "I haven't been feeling myself lately. I think the stress of Vegeta being called back to Frieza's ship so suddenly and me pulling all nighters in the lab has done a number on me. I think I just need to catch up on my sleep is all."
"Hmph." Goku mumbled through a full mouth of food. "You're acting like Chi Chi did when she was pregnant with Gohan, remember Cheech. You barely ate anything and you were always that color." He pointed to Bulma.
She touched her face, Vegeta had said something about her color being off, but she didn't seem to notice it.
Alina rose an eyebrow at her daughter-in-law. Now that Goku mentioned it, she too noticed that her color was off.
Goku swallowed his food. "and you were always tired."
It was then that Bulma's eyes grew large as the comment sunk in, the past week or so flashing back at her. Tired, no appetite... oh shit.
She suddenly stood up, knocking over her empty juice glass. "I uh...I gotta go." She then ran at top speed out of the cafeteria and towards her lab, leaving her friends looking at each other, confused.
"Was it something I said?" Goku asked.
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Bulma skidded into her lab and thanked god that it was empty as she dug through a large supply cabinet.
"Calm down Bulma, just calm down." She said out loud to herself.
She quickly took the things she got from the cabinet and brought them to her desk. She commanded her self to calm down and breath as she clumsily cleaned off the inside of her elbow with rubbing alcohol and tide a tourniquet just above the clean spot she made, and tapped on her arm, making her blue veins more visible.
Bulma picked up a syringe and held it up, telling her self to calm down again. She then pressed the small needle into her skin and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that she hit a vein. She slowly pulled on the plunger and watched the deep red liquid fill the inner parts of the see through part of the syringe.
When she felt she got enough blood, Bulma pulled the needle out and took the filled syringe over to another desk, not bothering to put a band aid on her pin prick. She filled another vile of with the blood she had taken and put it into a machine and quickly entered a command on it's keyboard.
The machine sprang to life with a hum.
Bulma sat down, not sure what to do with herself in the three minutes it took to get the results.
'It's too soon.' She thought. 'This cannot happen right now.' She tapped her foot in anticipation, and her already uneasy stomach flipped over and over. She stood up shortly after she sat and paced. 'What would Vegeta say? Would he be angry? Upset? Happy? Should I go help Vegeta and the team to help take down Vegeta if I am?'
The questions came at her a mile a minute. She paced back and forth, trying to calm her self.
DING
She halted and turned toward the machine.
Her legs wouldn't move.
She wrung her hands and willed herself to walk to the object that held the test results that may or may not change hers and Vegeta's life forever.
Bulma tore of the paper the machine printed out and read it.
Tears formed the instant she did... It took her a moment to realize that she was smiling.
At that moment, the power in the lab shut off with a loud whine, and a few seconds later the flood lights flickered to life, giving the lab an eerie orange yellow glow. In the far off distance alarms were going off due to the power failure.
"What the hell." Bulma mumbled.
As she made her way to her desk to retrieve her scouter, she thought she heard something... or someone behind her. Bulma reached behind to her back, underneath her long shirt and grasped a throwing knife she had concealed.
A hand shot out from the darkness, gripping her wrist and whipped her around so her back was flush up against the intruders chest.
"Get off of me!!" she screamed.
Whoever it was chuckled. "Not a chance." She then felt a painful pin prick on her neck. Her vision instantly became blurry and she felt like she weighed 100 times more heavier.
"My husband will hunt you down if you hurt me." She slurred, barely hanging on to consciences.
She heard the assailant chuckle again as she slipped into the darkness.
Oh no!! Who took Bulma? Where are they taking her? Is she for sure preggers? What does Frieza want with Vegeta? AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
This are coming to a head people!!! LOOK OUT!!!
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Chi Chi speed walked down the halls where the hangar was located.
As she rounded a corner, a hand darted out and grasped her by the arm and tugged her to a darkened corner of the hallway.
"EEP!" She squeaked as she gripped her son close to her, shielding him from danger.
"Quiet down." Vegeta's rough voice scolded her.
"Damn it!! Do you always scare the shit out of everyone you know?" The dark haired woman growled. She suppressed the urge to whack him upside the head. She didn't think it would fare well for her if she gave in to that urge.
Vegeta ignored her question. "Did you get it?"
Chi Chi nodded and gently took away a capsule her son was using as a chew toy. "Yes" She handed it to him.
The prince took the drool soaked capsule with his thumb and forefinger, holding it out in front of him with a disgusted look upon his face.
"It's only drool." She quipped as she snatched it out of his hands and dried it with her shirt and gave it back to him. "Look," she said narrowing her eyes at him. "I've known Bulma since she arrived here with Piccolo. She's my very best friend, and I love her dearly. So if you hurt her like you did a few months ago I will find a way to have you killed."
Vegeta chuckled mockingly at her. "I assure you I have no intentions of repeating my past indiscretions. And you can try to have me killed, but you will fail miserably."
Chi Chi looked at the Prince arching her eyebrow at him and turned to leave, but not before she turned her head slightly; "Good luck, although, I don't think you'll need it."
Vegeta watched the harpy woman walk away and stuffed the capsule in his boot.
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Bulma looked at her duffle bag and ran a hand through her loose locks in frustration. If only Vegeta would tell her what kind of mission this was, she'd know exactly what to pack. But the stubborn Saiyan wasn't giving up any information. When she paged him on his scouter the only thing he said was: "Just pack some fucking clothes and get your fat ass down to the hanger." He then ended the transmission, leaving a fuming Bulma.
So, she packed for 'warm weather', along with some nice dresses and of course for combat.
She couldn't help but wonder what the hell the secrecy was all about. Was it a covert mission where she was on a need-to-know basis? If it were one thing Bulma hated was being left in the dark.
She zipped her duffle up, grabbed a few capsules that had some weapons and headed to the hangar.
Just as she rounded the corner to the entrance of the hangar, she was blindsided by a hug from Chi Chi.
"Whoa! Geeze Chi Chi."
Chi Chi gave her a tight squeeze and let go of her.
"Have a good mission."
Bulma could tell she was holding back tears. "Ummm," She patted Chi Chi on the shoulder. "Are you ok? You're acting a little crazy."
"I'm fine... call me you know... if anything happens... or not.... just call me."
Bulma arched an eyebrow at her. "Are you drunk?"
Chi Chi swiped her arm playfully. "No! Why would you say that?" She didn't give Bulma time to answer. "I've gotta go." The dark haired woman walked away quickly, leaving Bulma ten times more confused than she was just minutes ago.
With a shake of her head, she continued to the ship where Vegeta was waiting, impatiently.
"Took you long enough. Hurry up, I don't have all day." He growled out before entering the ship with a huff.
"Well, this is going to be fun." She mumbled as she followed his highness into the ship.
Vegeta said nothing to her as he walked passed her into the cockpit.
"Do you need me in there to help?" She asked as he passed her.
"No."
"Has anyone told you lately that you're an asshole?" She yelled out to him.
"Not in the passed 24 hours, no." He shot back from the cockpit.
Bulma sighed dramatically and found a seat in the main galley and took out her laptop. She may as well do something productive on their way to wherever this mysterious mission was.
After Vegeta piloted the ship out of the base hangar and entered the coordinates in the nav computer, he let auto pilot take over. He was going to make use of his time on board and train. As he entered the main galley he saw that the woman was at a table, with her laptop and other miscellaneous things spread across the table. She was mumbling to herself, with a pen in her mouth, which made it hard for Vegeta to understand just what she was mumbling about.
She spat out the pen when she caught site of him. "So, Mr. Mysterious, wanna tell me about this mission. Where are we going, what is the mission, what is the threat level?"
Vegeta looked at her with a bored expression as he pulled a capsule out of his boot and observed the number on the side (He didn't need to open the wrong one in front of her, his cover would have been blown). He grunted, seeing that he grabbed the correct one and opened it. It revealed his gravity cuffs and the MP3 player Bulma had given him a while back. He clamped on his gravity cuffs, and chuckled when he glanced at her. She was growing agitated for every second he didn't answer her . "This is a need to know mission," He finally said. "and you don't need to know."
"But-"
He put the ear buds that were attached to the MP3 player and hit play, and then pointed to his ears. "I can't hear you." He said mockingly.
He then let out a boisterous laugh at the furious face she was giving him and started his warm up kata in the spacious galley of the ship.
"What a jerk." She continued to give him the death glare, until an idea hit her... an evil smirk crossed her lips.
She turned to her laptop and hacked into the computers nav system. But soon, her evil smile was replaced by a look of sheer shock. The damn monkey prince blocked her from seeing their destination. She moved her shocked gaze to the now sweaty Prince. His tail playfully flicking back and forth, and a large smile on his face... as if he knew what she tried to do.
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She must have fallen asleep... Becuase the next thing she knew Vegeta was tapping her head lightly, which was resting on top of her crossed arms on the table in front of her.
"Woman, wake up. We are here."
She shot straight up, startled by the warm breath in her ear. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was.
"Get your shit, I want to get out of this cramped ship." Vegeta turned away from her and stood next to the exit, waiting impatiently for her to gather her things.
Bulma sleepily capsulated her laptop and notes and followed Vegeta out of the ship.
She was met with the subtle ocean breeze and the salty smell of the ocean and to her delight the sound of waves lazily lapping up and down the sandy surf.
He brought her to Utopia.
Bulma's mouth was agape with shock, and she looked to Vegeta. He gave her a look of indifference as he walked passed her and led her to a small beach house just a short distance away from where he had landed. It was dark, but she could see that the little house was the only one on the beach. No other beach homes were to be seen.
"Umm, why are we on Utopia?" She said as she caught up with the Saiyan. "Has Derlyn Perts contacted you with information of our leak?"
Vegeta gave her a sideways glance as he opened the sliding glace door to the home and flipped on a light. He paused as he scanned the home for any foreign ki, when he found that there weren't any unwanted guests, he entered all the way, Bulma in tow.
"Vegeta?"
He turned to her. "Like I said, need to know basis." He then turned back around and headed to the living area and flipped on another light.
"I'll be back."
And just like that he exited where he entered and she was all alone.
"JERK!" She yelled out.
When she didn't get a response, she threw her duffle onto the ground and inspected the place. The home was spacious inside. And, to her delight, the house was full of floor to ceiling windows, showing of the beautiful view of the beach. It's open floor plan had a good sized kitchen, living area, complete with a large screen tv, a comfy looking couch and matching love seat and coffee table. The only room that offered privacy was the bedroom and bathroom.
The bedroom was beautiful. It had a king sized bed with a white net canopy over it. The linens that were on it looked like it was made for royalty.
When she made her way to the bathroom she squealed with delight. It was equipped with the largest bathtub she had ever seen, made out of dark marble, being large enough to fit at least four people. Right next to the tub was a large shower, again large enough for a couple people made of the same dark marble. It had four shower heads and two benches.
As she made her way back to the living area, the thought hit her...
"There's only one bedroom..."
After about an hour, and Vegeta still being gone, Bulma decided that she should get some shut eye, seeing as it was 1am in the morning. And since Vegeta was gone, he couldn't claim the one bedroom for himself.
She buried herself under the luscious silken sheets and was asleep just moments afterwards.
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He wasn't there when she woke up. Nor was he back by lunch time, which she was certain he would be. But she didn't worry. Vegeta was always playing the disappearing act. He'd show up when he wanted to.
And since she was in the dark about this so-called mission, she didn't see anything wrong with putting on a bikini and laying out in the warm sun on the beach.
When dinner time neared she headed inside and prepared dinner for the both of them. Bulma figured that if he didn't show up for dinner, he could eat the left overs.
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Vegeta landed on the beach. His training outfit torn to shreds and covered with dried blood. But, he felt more at ease after his romp in the jungle side of the planet.
He trained and hunted and battled the large and monstrous creatures that lurked in the brush. It soothed his frazzled nerves and prepared him for the next hurdle he was about to jump.
The Prince walked into the beach house and his stomach growled loudly at the smell of food that was cooking in the kitchen.
"Vegeta?" Bulma called as she peeked around the corner at him.
"Hn" He grunted.
"Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes." She said turning her attention back to the cooking food.
Vegeta said nothing and went to the bathroom to clean up and change into a fresh set of clothes. By the time he was showered and dressed dinner was on the table.
Bulma did a double take at the laid back attire the prince was wearing. Loose fitting jeans, in which she never thought she'd see the day of him wearing such an article of clothing, and a tight fitting black t-shirt that hugged his every muscle on his upper body...and of course his boots.
"What are you looking at?" He demanded, trying to hide the blush that was flooding his cheeks.
The woman shook her head and looked away from him. "Nothing...you just look really good in jeans, that's all."
"Hn, of course I do."
She rolled her eyes at him and started to dig into her dinner.
They stayed in a comfortable silence as they ate their dinner. As they finished, Bulma decided to ask about the mission...again.
"When will I get to know?"
The Prince placed his fork on top of his empty plate. "Soon enough, Little One." He gave her a guarded look and left the kitchen area.
Bulma stood up. "This is getting to be a little FRUSTRATING, Vegeta!"
He ignored her and proceeded to open the large sliding glass door to the beach and went outside.
Bulma pushed air out of her pursed lips and cleaned up their dinner mess, all the while gripping under her breath about secretive, pig headed Saiyans.
Just as she was putting away the last dish, she felt as if someone was watching her from behind. She turned around to see Vegeta a few feet away from her, with an uncertain look on his face.
"Woman, come to the living room and sit." He looked deadly serious.
She didn't question him. She put the plate down on the counter and followed him the living room. Either something was really wrong, or he was about to tell her why they were back on Utopia.
Bulma sat down as commanded, looking up at the semi distressed Saiyan.
Bulma wasn't used to seeing Vegeta in such a state. He was more tense than usual and his normal stone like face of indifference and superiority was gone. It was now replaced with a furrowed brow full annoyance and uncertainty.
Her eyes staid on the now pacing Saiyan. The Prince's arms were firmly crossed as he watched her from the corner of his eye.
Vegeta sucked in a sharp breath and walked towards her and stopped only an arms length away from her. He looked down at her with such intensity in his eyes, that it made Bulma all the sudden nervous.
"Woman," his voice was gruff and low. "I need for you to listen to me. Don't open that huge mouth of yours and interrupt me. I need to say this to you, and you need to hear it. What I'm about to say to you, you will never hear come out of my mouth again...ever. Are we clear?"
Bulma nodded her head. Her heart thudded in her chest, his words were deadly serious.
Vegeta grabbed the coffee table behind him and pulled it to where he was standing and sat down. His hands were in tight fists that were placed on his knees, and his back stick straight. The prince looked at her, this time with more confidence and seriousness.
"I know that I have done things that you will never forgive me for. Some of them being in my past, and some of them you very well know of... You have to understand that my pride is keeping me from graveling at your feet like some idiot weakling. I did what I did and I will never do it again. Clear?"
Bulma nodded. She knew full well that, that was the closest thing to an apology she would get from Vegeta. And was flabbergasted that he did so, even though it was in his own arrogant way.
He continued. "I thought that if I ignored you and pushed you away, the need for you to be with me would go away. But in turn, it has only hurt you and made the need much stronger, and I'm afraid that I do not wish to ignore the signs any longer."
Bulma sat there, listening. This was certainly not what she was expecting to hear Vegeta to say. She unconsciously fiddled with the hem of her shirt as she continued to listen to Vegeta.
Her eyes widened and her breath quickened as he got off of the coffee table, got down onto one knee and reached into his left boot. He took out something, but kept it hidden in his fist.
"Woman, we are from two very different cultures. Both of them have different traditions," He reached with his free hand and gently grasped her left hand, and turned it palm up. "if you agree, I intend on us following both traditions." He dropped something small into her palm and closed her fingers around the tiny object in her hand, before she could see what it was. "But know this, Bulma Briefs," his voice still gruff, but soft. "if you agree to what I am about to ask, there is no turning back. We will be together for all eternity, you will be entering into a binding contract that will intertwine our souls forever." His deep dark eyes never left her now soggy beautiful blue one's, as he let go of her hand.
"Bulma Briefs of Earth, be my wife, my mate and queen of all Saiyans."
Bulma's lip quivered as she tried to keep herself from crying. She stared at Vegeta for a few more seconds but then realized that he had given her something. She shifted her watery eyes to her fist, took a shaky breath and opened her hand. There in the center of her palm sat the beautiful diamond ring, encircled with blue gems that matched her eyes she had purchased almost a year ago.
Her resolve crumbled at the sight of the ring. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. And just as Vegeta was about to assume that the answer to his question was no, she launched herself onto him.
The prince, not expecting the sudden 'attack', fell backward onto his back, bringing the woman with him. She laid on top of him with the biggest smile on her face and then proceeded to kiss him all over his face.
"I'll take this as a 'yes'." He said, with slight amusement in his voice.
Bulma sat up. "Gods yes, Vegeta. Yes."
The prince sat up, unable to contain the small smile and brought her into a tight embrace.
"This is the dumbest fucking thing I've ever done in my life." He said, earning him a not so gentle jab in the ribs from his fiancé. "And I'm surprised that you stayed quiet for that long too." The prince grabbed her fisted hand and freed the ring from her grasp.
She began to cry again as she watched him slip the ring onto her dainty ring finger.
He then brought her into a sweet kiss and held her until her crying subsided.
Bulma sniffed and wiped her eyes as she pushed off of his chest. "I do have a few questions."
Vegeta sat up, bring her up with him. "I expected you would. Well... out with it."
She ran a hand through her blue tendrils, moving them out of her face. "I know human tradition when it comes to marriage... but what is the Saiyan tradition?"
Vegeta nodded his head. "Come," He stood up and took her by the hand, pulling her up off of the ground. He then offered her his arm and led her outside to the beach and walked her down the shore line.
"Saiyan's don't marry, they mate. There aren't any vows exchanged like you humans do, or sign a piece of paper." He halfway sneered in sheer ridiculousness of it all. "They exchange a piece of their souls, thus binding them forever."
"How is that done?"
Vegeta paused for a moment. He wasn't sure if the next part would scare her off. He cleared his throat. "It can only be initiated by the male... by biting his chosen female here," The stopped walking, and touched the soft skin, where her neck and shoulder met. She shuddered at his gentle touch. "and then the female would do the same thing. The exchange of blood then binds us, while the bite mark brands us as 'taken'. Once this is done, we will be able to sense one another. I will be more in tune to your energy." He furrowed his brow. "Although, I'm not sure how it will effect you, since you are not Saiyan."
"So... we have to bite each other... and then drink each other's blood." She tried real hard to keep the disgusted look off of her face, but apparently she wasn't doing a good job because Vegeta chuckled at her.
"Yes."
"Very...vampire-esk" Bulma said nervously. "Although, it makes sense. I've always wondered why you Saiyans have slightly longer canines than us humans. I just thought it was for intimidation."
The prince gave her a chasire smile. The bright glow from the moon glinted off of his sharp teeth.
She smacked him on the shoulder, laughing at him.
"Wait a second!!" She exclaimed. "Is this why Chi Chi was acting all crazy before we left?" Her eyes grew wide with realization.
"She snuck into your quarters and found the ring for me. I had to tell her my intentions, otherwise, she would not have done so for me."
It all made sense now. Chi Chi was never good at keeping secrets, she always acted weird when she was keeping one. Bulma couldn't help the smile that was on her face. She couldn't think of anyone one else in the universe to be with forever. Sure the man was stubborn and crass, and arrogant to boot, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
Vegeta all the sudden got serious. "Woman, I promise I will not let any harm come of you. As long as the blood pumps through my veins, I will protect you." Bulma reached up and kissed him on the nose. "Although," he smirked evilly at her. "I cannot say I can protect you from myself right now."
"Oh?"
His smirk grew. "I still haven't gotten you back for that little stunt you pulled in the bathroom from the last time we were on this planet."
Bulma straightened and looked at him confused. But then she remembered. She had flushed the toilet while he was in the shower.
"Little One." Vegeta lowered his head to her ear. "I'd run if I were you."
Bulma wasted no time. She turned and dashed down the beach as fast as her legs could carry her. Leaving Vegeta standing there watching as she ran from him. He counted to ten and ran after her.
Her heart pounded with adrenaline as she ran through the sand. She could here his dark chuckles behind her, making her stomach flip with anticipation.
All of the sudden she found herself in the iron grip of Vegeta as he tackled her onto the soft sand where it met the ocean.
His predatory smirk melted into a frown as he looked into her blue depths. "Woman. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Bulma grabbed each side of his face and brought him into a kiss.
"Vegeta, all I know is that when I'm with you, I feel whole. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else."
"Hn." He lifted up off of her and pulled her up onto her feet. The two of them were soaking wet and full of sand. "Then let's go." He lifted her up, cradling her in his arms and flew back to the beach house.
They made their way to the bathroom, where Bulma drew up a bath for the two of them. Vegeta entered first and then Bulma, putting her in his lap. Although, her sitting in his lap didn't last too long.
It was like they were hormone crazed teenagers as they kissed each other, only giving themselves enough time to catch their breathes and then went back for more.
The two of them missed each other's touch. They had spent over six months with out one another and a few weeks in each other's presence as 'friends' that this being the first time in each other's embrace was almost too much for them to bear. They were hungry for each other, and it seemed as it they would never be sated.
Vegeta broke their kiss and planted one's of his own down her neck. The familiar ache in his gums started as he brushed the soft and delicate skin. His sharp canines throbbed as he sucked on the base of where her neck met her shoulders. As gently as he could, he pushed her away so he could look her in the face, silently asking for permission.
Words weren't exchanged. Bulma knew what he wanted and she nodded her head and offered her neck to him.
Vegeta wrapped his muscled arms around her and again, planted kisses on her, starting on her jaw and then back down to the soft spot on her neck. He nipped at it, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her jump slightly in his grip.
He continued to suck playfully on her neck, until he felt the tenseness leave her body. At that moment he let out a low, predatory grow and sunk his sharp canines into her soft flesh.
Bulma opened her mouth to scream, but her voice didn't come. She let out a silent scream of pain, but soon turned into pleasure. The pull of his lips and tongue shot shivers down her spine as she griped his unruly main with her dainty fingers. It was an intense feeling that was between pleasure and pain that made her quiver in his arms.
Her hot blood spilled into mouth as he sucked it in greedily. The warm liquid rushed down his throat leaving a trail of electricity. The harsh tingle continued to spread and slowly filled him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
He reluctantly pulled away from her.
Their gazes met, Vegeta's filled with primal lust. At that moment, Bulma didn't think he could look any more sexy or intimidating at that very moment as her blood trickled out of the side of his mouth and down his chin as he growled again and offered her his neck.
She wasted no time as she lowered her head to his neck and bit down as hard as she could. Surprising both she and Vegeta at how easily she was able to do so.
Vegeta let out a hiss as her teeth broke his skin.
Blood immediately filled her mouth. She quickly swallowed the copper tasting liquid, and was surprised that she didn't mind the taste. She too felt the electric tingle as she swallowed his blood. She felt different as the tingle spread throughout her body... as if she was drinking pure ki.
As the feeling engulfed her she let go of his neck and looked up at him, probably matching his lustful gaze, she mused.
She now knew what Vegeta meant by them binding their souls forever. It was a feeling that was unfathomable. She could feel life pouring out of him, she could practically hear his strong heart thump wildly against his ribs and could feel the pure love that radiated off of him for her. The twinge of doubt of him not loving her suddenly was obliterated when she felt it.
He loved her.
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The week flew by. The two never left each other's side. They'd lounged on the beach, went swimming... which usually ended in the same way... sex. Lot's and lot's of sex.
But all was not blissful...
One night Vegeta awoke from the all too familiar nightmare that consisted of his now mate dying in his arms.
He sat up and leaned back against the head rest of the bed. It was still dark out, only the moon providing minimal light. Bulma shifted in her sleep, probably from the fluctuation of his distressed energy. He buried his face in his hands as he took a deep breath to calm himself.
No need in waking her. She would ask questions, and this was one thing he did not wish to share with her. It was his greatest fear, and to even say it out loud would drive him to the brink of insanity.
Vegeta looked down at his slumbering bride, taking in her gorgeous form. Everything about her was truly breath taking. The way her long blue hair was spread around her, made her look like an angel, down to her full ruby lips. He often caught himself wondering how a killer and fucked up person could end up with an angel like her.
He traced her jaw line with his finger, making her smile slightly in her sleep.
Vegeta would not allow a single thing take her from him. He had to get stronger... it was the only way he could assure her safety from the evil that lurked in the shadows.
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The two of them agreed to keep their news under wraps until after Frieza was dead. Vegeta didn't want word to somehow get back to anyone in the cold army, especially with an unknown leak in their midst. They were only to tell close family and friends, which pretty much consisted of Queen Alina, Bardock, Goku, Chi Chi, Piccolo, Nappa and Raditz.... who were all waiting for them in the hangar when they landed, minus Piccolo.
Vegeta's mother was the first to congratulate them, giving the both of them hugs and telling them both that she was honored to have Bulma as a daughter. Chi Chi then launched herself onto her best friend, and scolded her for not calling her as she requested. The men, gave their Prince hearty slaps on the back and requested that they all buy him a round of drinks to celebrate.
"I need to see Piccolo." She said as they finally broke free from their friends and headed towards Bulma's quarters.
"Why?"
"Because, Vegeta, he's the closest thing I have for a father. "
Vegeta sniffed uncaringly. In all honesty, he didn't care for the green Namekian, probably because he made it clear, Vegeta wasn't his favorite person.
Bulma rolled her eyes at him. "Here," She handed him her duffle bag. "Go get settled at my place, I'll be right behind you." She looked at her watch, it was meditation time for her old caretaker. She reached up on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose. But when she turned to leave she found that Vegeta's tail had anchored itself around her slender waist. He pulled her back up against him.
"You call that a goodbye kiss?" He didn't give her time to answer as his lips quickly descended onto hers. Giving her one of his knee melting, mind searing kisses. Just before his discipline shattered and threatened to throw her over his shoulder and find a storage closet, he pulled away, smirking down at her. "That's better." He then turned on his heel and walked away from her.
After Bulma regained her composure, she made her way to Piccolo's quarters.
As expected, the green alien was in the center of his dimmed room, eyes closed and arms crossed, floating a few feet above the ground.
"Bulma." He said, opening his eyes.
"Hello Piccolo." She said timidly as she removed her boots and sat in front of him. "Um, I'm not here to meditate."
"I know."
Bulma nodded. In all the years she knew Piccolo, there was no surprising him. Even when she went through that practical joke faze with Goku. He always figured it out before he fell victim to the two mischievous children. Which always impressed Bulma. The large green Namekian was known all around the Universe for his blood lust when it came to battle. His anger rivaled nobody... well that is, until she met Vegeta. She had seen Piccolo angry and it had given her nightmares. But he never lost his temper with her, no matter what she had put him through... the only time he had lost it when it came to Bulma was when Bardock notified him of her capture, but she was not there to witness it.
Piccolo slowly floated down to the floor, and looked to her patiently.
"I know you may not approve, but it was my choice."
"Mmm" He said as he moved his gaze onto the semi healed bite mark on her neck.
"I hope you aren't angry with me."
Piccolo looked up at her. "I am not angry with you Bulma. I just hope you know what is expected of you in the future." His deep monotone voice was quiet, but sharp.
Bulma nodded. "I understand fully. And with help from Alina, I know I will make everyone proud."
"Mmm." He grunted again. "The Prince of Saiyans is arrogant and hot headed, but you complement him well." he said with a hint of a smile.
Bulma laughed at his attempt to be funny.
"Do...do you think my father would approve?" She asked in a whisper. She rarely brought her father up, as it always brought up bad memories.
The Namekian turned thoughtful. "I believe he would have. He would be proud."
She smiled warmly at him, and did something he hated. She stood up and hugged him.
He awkwardly patted her on the back and mumbled something about human emotions, which just earned him another tight squeeze from his ward.
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When Bulma got back to her apartment, Vegeta was in the shower.
As playfully dirty thoughts danced in her head about joining her mate, a capsule on her desk caught her eye.
It was the capsule that carried the ring she now wore on her left hand. And she realized that she too bought Vegeta a ring.
She opened the capsule and found the shiny, masculine silver ring. Just as she did so, the shower was turned off and Vegeta emerged a few moments later with only a towel covering his mid region.
"Took you long enough, Woman. You missed a perfect opportunity to pleasure me in the shower, like a good wife should." He smiled evilly at her.
If she were standing by her desk, the lamp would have been launched at his head. Instead she was sitting on the bed, away from any blunt objects.
"I see, you mated me so I'd become a sex slave for you, huh?"
His smile widened as he dropped his towel and slipped on a pair of boxers.
"Vegeta."
"Hn"
"Remember when you said that we will follow both traditions of our cultures?"
Vegeta furrowed his brow at her as he sat next to her on the bed. "Yes."
She held out the ring she had bought for him.
Vegeta arched an eyebrow. "I will not wear it."
Bulma huffed. "And why not?"
The Saiyan's tail wrapped around her thigh. "A warrior cannot wear such things. It will attract unwanted attention. As a matter of fact-" He reached over and plucked the ring off of her left ring finger and swiftly slipped it onto her right hand ring finger.
Bulma looked at her ring and then up at his bare chest and pointed to the silver chain that held the royal Saiyan crest. "But you wear that."
He looked down at the necklace his mother had given him so long ago. He then looked back at the silver ring and then sighed. "Fine, if this will make you happy... and shut up-" He unclasped the necklace and took the ring from his mate and put the chain through the ring so it dangled next to the crest. He then re-clasped the necklace and looked at her with annoyance.
She beamed up at him. "Thank you."
"Hmph."
She'd mention wedding ceremonies another time.
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Vegeta dedicated almost all of his time to his training. He had just a few months to get stronger until he was expected back on his master's ship.
With the little time he spared for his new mate, they spent what any other newly mated couple would do, and that was again, sex. Sex anywhere and everywhere that they could find.
And even though Vegeta was extremely busy with his training, he still made it so he was watching over his wife constantly. Almost to the point of obsession. Bulma was restricted from going anywhere on the ship, unless she was escorted by himself, one of his men, or Goku. She had to tell him where she was going and for how long. He was beyond paranoid. He forbade her to go on any missions, and even told Bardock that he was not to assign her any missions until further notice.
"Vegeta, I'm a big girl you know. I managed to stay alive for 21 years. I think I can I can get from my lab to the cafeteria without finding danger." She spat angrily. "What are you going to do when you go back to Frieza? You won't be here to watch over me like you are now. You need to relax."
"Woman." He said through gritted teeth. "I trust no one on this ship. And I will not relax until Frieza's dead cold decapitated head is in my hands. You will obey me, wife."
This time Bulma was close to a blunt object, which happened to be a hammer. She launched it at his head, but he caught it easily. He merely walked it over to her lab table with a bored look upon his face and placed it back where she grabbed it from and headed towards the training area.
As the weeks passed there were more and more meetings with the "Take Down Team'. Vegeta uploaded schematics of the flag ship and showed his team where there would be the most soldiers.
The plan was, when Vegeta gave the signal, Piccolo, Goku and Bulma would bored the ship. Vegeta would then give them a second signal. When the second signal was given, it meant that Vegeta was about to engage in battle with the lizard and it was time for the others, including Nappa and Raditz to disarm and subdue the soldiers onboard, using Bulma's gas grenades. The grenades would render them unconscious for a total of two hours, giving Vegeta, hopefully, enough time to kill Frieza. They needed to pull this off with out causing too much harm to the ship. Bardock wanted to use it as a secondary roaming base, since they were running out of room with the one they lived on. Rendering the soldiers unconcious would allow the team to imprison them with out a fire fight.
Vegeta wanted more than enough grenades built, which meant Bulma had to work double time to get the gas mixture right and the design perfected.
She too dedicated most of her time to the project, sacrificing much of her sleep time to it.
The stress of it all was effecting her appetite as well as her sleep patern, and found that food down right sounded disgusting.
Bulma found herself playing with her food more times than not when she sat with her mate and friends during meal times, earning her scowls from the Saiyan prince.
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Vegeta entered he and Bulma's apartment, sweat soaked from a grueling training session. He had accomplished training under 800 times standard gravity, and was confident he was on track to defeating his foe.
His good mood was shattered however, when he noticed his mate sitting at her desk in front of her laptop. Her face was buried in her hands and her breath was uneven. He narrowed his eyes at her with concern and a twinge of agitation as he concentrated on her.
Her ki was off.
She took her head out of her hands and looked at him, offering him a weak smile.
"Woman, your color is off. You're a light shade of green."
Bulma shot him a dirty look and continued to work on her report on her laptop. "Gee thanks, nice to see you too."
Her husband stomped over to her and felt her forehead and cheeks with the back of his hand. "You feel clamey too. Your weak human genes have caused you to get sick."
Bulma batted his hands away. "I'm not sick, I just need more sleep is all." She gave him a sideways glance and then went back to work on the grenade designs for him.
He eyed her for a moment longer and then grunted in approval. She had been working day and night, sacrificing meals and sleep. "You aren't taking very good care of yourself, Wife. You need to sleep and eat more." He waited until he received a nod from her and then proceeded to the bathroom to shower.
When he exited he found that she had passed out face first on her lap top. Her heavy breathing indicating that she was in a deep sleep.
"Stubborn woman." He shook his head in amusement and gingerly picked her up from her chair and placed her in bed, where he too soon fell asleep at her side.
The both of them were jarred awake by a shrill beep that came from Vegeta's scouter. The prince rolled onto his stomach to check the digital clock on the side of his bed.
2:47am.
With a grunt of agitation, Vegeta shuffled to the dresser where is scouter was located. His eyes grew large as he read the identifier.
"What?" Bulma asked.
"It's Frieza, himself. Stay quiet." He attached the scouter over his ear and answered. "Lord Frieza." His tone was even, the panic no longer present on his face.
Bulma strained to hear what was said on the other end, but her feeble human ears could only pick up garbled sounds.
"But the mission is not complete, surely you want myself and my men to finish." Vegeta's eyes furrowed as he listened. "Very well. We will leave immediately."
Bulma watched as he calmly removed the scouter from his face and proceeded to smash it in the palm of his hand, all the while letting out a shout of pure hatred.
He took a few deep breathes in attempt to calm himself down. "Frieza has summoned me and my men. I need to leave now." He said through gritted teeth. "I'm not ready." He shouted, making Bulma jump.
"...why?" She asked.
Her mate whipped around to face her, his face twisted into a hateful mask. "He wouldn't say." He moved to the dresser that held his uniform and armor and put them on.
"Continue your progress on the weapons. We will move forward as planned. If we need to execute our plan early, than we will. Tell Bardock and the rest of the team to wait for my signal. If we're lucky he summoned us for something with little importance and will release us to continue our purge mission." He moved to the bed and brought Bulma into an a tight embrace. Breathing in her sweet scent, imprinting it in his brain. This may very well be the last time he would see her. His strength had more than doubled, but he feared it was too soon to take Frieza on. "Woman, trust no one except those that are closest to you. Understand, Little One."
Bulma only nodded, in fear of saying something would let the cries she was holding back, out. She needed to stay strong for the both of them. This was happening too fast.
He crashed his lips onto hers and left.
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She sat in the cafeteria with the Queen, Goku and Chi Chi. Although she wasn't hungry, she grabbed a plate of eggs and bacon... Which now sat in front of her untouched. The smell of the bacon made her stomach turn and her stomach threatened to wretch.
Bulma pushed the eggs back and forth with her fork. She was missing Vegeta. He had been gone for two days, but it felt as if he had been gone for months.
"Bulma, what is wrong?" Alina asked with concern in her eyes. "You've barely eaten anything. Are you feeling ok?"
The blue haired woman pushed the full plate of food away from her and sighed. "I haven't been feeling myself lately. I think the stress of Vegeta being called back to Frieza's ship so suddenly and me pulling all nighters in the lab has done a number on me. I think I just need to catch up on my sleep is all."
"Hmph." Goku mumbled through a full mouth of food. "You're acting like Chi Chi did when she was pregnant with Gohan, remember Cheech. You barely ate anything and you were always that color." He pointed to Bulma.
She touched her face, Vegeta had said something about her color being off, but she didn't seem to notice it.
Alina rose an eyebrow at her daughter-in-law. Now that Goku mentioned it, she too noticed that her color was off.
Goku swallowed his food. "and you were always tired."
It was then that Bulma's eyes grew large as the comment sunk in, the past week or so flashing back at her. Tired, no appetite... oh shit.
She suddenly stood up, knocking over her empty juice glass. "I uh...I gotta go." She then ran at top speed out of the cafeteria and towards her lab, leaving her friends looking at each other, confused.
"Was it something I said?" Goku asked.
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Bulma skidded into her lab and thanked god that it was empty as she dug through a large supply cabinet.
"Calm down Bulma, just calm down." She said out loud to herself.
She quickly took the things she got from the cabinet and brought them to her desk. She commanded her self to calm down and breath as she clumsily cleaned off the inside of her elbow with rubbing alcohol and tide a tourniquet just above the clean spot she made, and tapped on her arm, making her blue veins more visible.
Bulma picked up a syringe and held it up, telling her self to calm down again. She then pressed the small needle into her skin and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that she hit a vein. She slowly pulled on the plunger and watched the deep red liquid fill the inner parts of the see through part of the syringe.
When she felt she got enough blood, Bulma pulled the needle out and took the filled syringe over to another desk, not bothering to put a band aid on her pin prick. She filled another vile of with the blood she had taken and put it into a machine and quickly entered a command on it's keyboard.
The machine sprang to life with a hum.
Bulma sat down, not sure what to do with herself in the three minutes it took to get the results.
'It's too soon.' She thought. 'This cannot happen right now.' She tapped her foot in anticipation, and her already uneasy stomach flipped over and over. She stood up shortly after she sat and paced. 'What would Vegeta say? Would he be angry? Upset? Happy? Should I go help Vegeta and the team to help take down Vegeta if I am?'
The questions came at her a mile a minute. She paced back and forth, trying to calm her self.
DING
She halted and turned toward the machine.
Her legs wouldn't move.
She wrung her hands and willed herself to walk to the object that held the test results that may or may not change hers and Vegeta's life forever.
Bulma tore of the paper the machine printed out and read it.
Tears formed the instant she did... It took her a moment to realize that she was smiling.
At that moment, the power in the lab shut off with a loud whine, and a few seconds later the flood lights flickered to life, giving the lab an eerie orange yellow glow. In the far off distance alarms were going off due to the power failure.
"What the hell." Bulma mumbled.
As she made her way to her desk to retrieve her scouter, she thought she heard something... or someone behind her. Bulma reached behind to her back, underneath her long shirt and grasped a throwing knife she had concealed.
A hand shot out from the darkness, gripping her wrist and whipped her around so her back was flush up against the intruders chest.
"Get off of me!!" she screamed.
Whoever it was chuckled. "Not a chance." She then felt a painful pin prick on her neck. Her vision instantly became blurry and she felt like she weighed 100 times more heavier.
"My husband will hunt you down if you hurt me." She slurred, barely hanging on to consciences.
She heard the assailant chuckle again as she slipped into the darkness.
Oh no!! Who took Bulma? Where are they taking her? Is she for sure preggers? What does Frieza want with Vegeta? AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
This are coming to a head people!!! LOOK OUT!!!