Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic Dancer ❯ Between the Masses of Red ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Fire Kitten 
Will they have to go back to Vegeta-sei?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.13.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Will they have to go back to Vegeta-sei?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.13.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
A/N: Wow…took me forever to write this chapter. Sorry about that, especially considering the sweet little ‘review presents’ you guys leave behind. I would really like to thank EVERYBODY for that. You have no idea how much they cheer me up. No lie. I was particularly having an awful day not so long ago and when I came home, sat down to relax, and opened up my lap top to find some of my readers’ input…the day didn’t seem so bad after. Just felt like sharing that.
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Between the Masses of Red
Blue eyes stared at the violet-blue planet through a large round window. She sighed as she sat inside a little metal room, on a little metal bench. Placing her elbows on her knees, and hunching up, so that she could place her chin on her hands, Bulma couldn’t help but be bored.
The azure-haired beauty had obviously accepted Freeza’s proposal and was now inside a Saiyan ship.
She had to wake up early that day. Packing the fewest things possible, which consisted mostly of her favorite dancing costumes, she had only taken one large bag of necessities. That was all she was going to need. But, she wasn’t to board the ship till that afternoon.
At the moment she was wearing something resembling black earth sweat pants that hung low on her hips, sneakers, and a tight white tank that came up to her waist. She usually wore this for when she had to practice all her dance routines and moves.
Freeza believed that his dancer’s should be in top shape, believing that physical perfection was an art in on itself, next to seduction. He used all of the girls to lure his enemies into a destabilized position.
‘Sneaky bastard.’ Bulma thought as she continued looking out of the window. She wasn’t at all surprised when that awful little lizard had told her to make the King…scratch that…Prince ~fall in love~ with her, or at least something closely resembling that. What did have her stunned was that he was willing to let her go. He wasn’t one to let anything or anyone escape him. Freeza was just about the most greedy and selfish being she had ever met. Was this Saiyan leader really that big of a threat to him?
To be completely honest, she didn’t care. All she was there for was to get the job done and getting the hell away from the Frost race…and just to finally be her own person and belong to no one but herself.
She lightly hit her head on the window, hating to wait.
‘How much longer.’ she wined to herself in her head.
Getting up to stretch her muscles, feeling some back bones pop, she felt the ship starting to move as it misbalanced her making her fall back on the metal seat.
Looking at the window, she saw the planet Frost, increasingly becoming smaller from her view. She watched in awe, seeing the planet from afar. Its strange how something so beautiful can be so ugly.
Bulma continued looking out the window, watching as the blue planet that so closely resembled her signature color, disappeared from view, till it was only a small speck in the universe among many other bright stars, boulders, and some space junk.
She was actually quiet impressed at how fast the ship was going. There was nothing quiet as advanced as this when earth still existed. Perhaps that’s why it came to its demise, because humans weren’t as advanced.
‘I bet I could’ve made something much better than this ship.’ she thought to herself as she pondered about Saiyan technology.
She wasn’t stupid, after all her father had been a genius scientist back home, owning a multi-billion dollar company that Bulma was for sure going to inherit as she closely followed in her father’s footsteps.
The blue-haired dancer knew all about Frost’s technology. Being the curious person she was, she snooped around the castle and fiddled around with many of the machinery and ‘toys’ they had. She gained an enormous amount of knowledge of how much power their kind had.
Her eyes stayed hypnotized at the vast continuous black that was space, mind going a million miles a minute as she pondered endlessly.
Bulma’s thoughts were interrupted as she heard the door open.
She turned around to see who it was as a bald, tall Saiyan came in.
Standing up she waited to see what he was there for, feeling pretty sure that she was going to be lead to the Prince.
The bald male gave her a once look over then grinned at her approvingly, obviously liking the way she looked.
Bulma raised her eyebrow at this feeling a bit uncomfortable with the gaze he had just given her. You would think that after so much time if being constantly ogled over, one would get used to it, but turns out you could only ignore so much.
“Follow me.” was all he said as he turned around, expecting her to do as told.
And she did, but not without rolling her eyes at him first before pursuing him, swinging her big bag over her shoulder.
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He was relived. He was finally out of that hell hole. The muscles that were usually tense and alert could finally relax…well to a point. To be completely honest he was never completely at ease. But who would be with the responsibility of the outcome of a planet lying on your shoulders?
Vegeta plopped himself on his chair that overlooked the control center of the ship, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt a head ache coming up.
He just couldn’t believe that Freeza was sending him to Atlantica. That planet was all water. There was no land whatsoever and he wasn’t entirely sure how long he can hold his breath or if he even had any air supply on his ship. If not he would definitely have to take a detour to his home planet and collect some and that would be an extra week from the two weeks it would take to get to the water planet. Vegeta didn’t want that. All he had to do was get it over and done with.
‘Fuck.’ he thought as he frowned deeper running his hand through her hair.
Goku noticed this as he turned back to look at his leader, knowing he was under an abundant amount of stress.
“Anything wrong, sir?” Goku asked him.
Vegeta’s eyes went to the source of the voice, looking over at one of his men, looking at him but thinking about his dilemma.
“Kakarrot, I want you to go and check on our air supply.” he ordered him as he came out of his gaze.
Goku quickly complied, giving Vegeta a “Yes, sir.” before he left.
Vegeta than looked over at Raditz, “Raditz, I want you to find everything there is to know about Atlantica and their people. Report back to me as soon as possible.”
Like his brother, Raditz said a “Yes, sir.” before furiously typing away on the computer screen to begin his research.
All he had to do now is wait for Goku to get back, telling him weather or not they had the needed supply of air for an attack on the assigned planet. That would determine their present destination.
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Bulma was lead to a very small room that closely resembled the one she was given in Frost. Only that it wasn’t personalized the way she had it (which wasn’t all that much anyways).
She was ordered to dress up and so that’s what she was did.
The bald Saiyan didn’t elaborate on whether or not she was needed to dress up in one of her more flashy clothes or something much simpler.
So she took out a dark blue top with a couple or silver circles that aligned the whole bikini-like border. Then, taking out the bottom half that was a long, sheer dress that reached the floor that had many long slits along the bottom, obviously with the intention of showing off her legs, she slipped it on. Along the top of this was a dark blue base that had many more silver circles around it.
Taking out a silver swirly armband, she put it on, along with silver chandelier earrings, and bangles.
Bulma wished she had a mirror around to check if she was presentable or not. She had a feeling that her hair wasn’t at its best right now.
Shrugging it off, her blue eyes found their way to find her shoes, simple clear, strappy heals. They weren’t all that high but she wasn’t about to walk around bare foot.
All in all, her outfit was very basic and simple. She just hoped that she wasn’t under-dressing.
With a knock on the door, the same bald man head came to view as peeked inside the room. Giving her, for the second time that day, a once look over, giving her an approving look before nodding with his head for her to follow him.
Nope, she wasn’t under-dressed at all.
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They didn’t have any air with them.
‘Fuck!’ Vegeta thought as he was told this.
Now, if he remembered right, his kind could only hold their breath for a good five hours…seven if one was skilled enough. That wasn’t enough time to properly purge any planet. They could continuously come back up for air, but that option isn’t reliable, plus it would waste time.
There was only one thing to do now. They’ll have to return to Vegeta-sei to pick up the proper equipment for the job.
“So, what are your orders, sir?” Goku asked as he saw the thoughtful scowl on Vegeta.
“Turn the ship around…we’re heading back home.”
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The bald Saiyan had led her to a humongous room that was lavishly decorated in reds and golds.
He had roughly ordered to her to “Stay in the room and wait.”, as he loudly closed the door behind her.
She scowled and stuck her tongue out at him once he left.
‘Barbaric bastard.’ Bulma thought.
So she was once again alone, but this time in a very large room.
‘What now?’ she asked herself as she scanned the room.
She had absolutely no idea when the King, no, the Prince…crap, the ‘Leader’ was going to head back. For all she knew, he could quite possibly not even make an appearance.
Placing her arms on her hips, the blue haired woman sighed as she headed to look around his Highness’ room.
There was a huge bed in the middle of the area. It had many red and gold pillows. It looked warm, inviting, and Bulma couldn’t help but walk over to lightly and gently run her fingers along the edge.
Her eyes roamed the room again, taking in all the riches he has, all the similar riches she once had.
Scrunching her nose, she went to snoop around his room.
She started out with his closet, expecting to find clothes that were are rich as his room seemed to be. But to her disappointment, there were only a good dozen armor plates, with red capes, and along with white boots that lined the floor.
Closing the closet door, she went to look through some of his drawers.
Again, she was disappointed to see that most were empty and the ones that did have anything inside only had some gloves and what she would assume to be training gear.
Going over to the bed again, she sat on it, feeling the firmness of it. Slightly bouncing on it, Bulma tested the mattress, finding it absolutely perfect.
‘Gee, wonder where they got the material to make a bed like this one. I should try to find out, just in case I need to get me one in the future.’ she thought.
She kicked her shoes off, letting them carelessly fall on the ground and swung her legs over the bed.
‘Now, how do you seduce a man? Not just seduce…seducing is too easy. How do you seduce and make a man fall madly in love? Now that’s the true question.’
Bulma pondered and thought about that, all the while getting into a very compromising and sexy position for when the Saiyan Royal arrives.
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His frown remained on as he stood looking outside the huge windows of the control room to his ship.
He was just informed that there was a huge black hole in the way to the fastest route to Vegeta-sei. It would be too dangerous to try to sneak by it.
Actually, he’d try doing that before. It was actually humorous, once you ignore the panic and fright…and, of course, after the whole incident happened.
He, himself, actually started to hysterically laugh once they were out of danger, scaring all of his troops and making some of them think he had gone insane.
Vegeta lightly smirked at the memory. It had been a warped and sick adrenaline rush.
However, he knew that that was going to set them back a few more days and Vegeta didn’t like that. He wasn’t too particularly fond of wasting time.
Another wave of a head-ache was coming and he slowly let his eye lids fall, closing his eyes as he clenched his jaw.
He needed to rest for a while, just to lie down and relax for a couple of hours.
His dark eyes roamed over to where Nappa was sitting.
“Nappa.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take over for a while. I’m going off to rest for a couple hours.” he ordered and informed him.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
And with that he headed toward his room, walking out of the control room, to intent on with thoughts about his comfy bed to notice everyone’s eyes following him till the doors closed behind him.
“So does he know that the blue woman is in his room?” Raditz asked Nappa.
“What woman?” Goku asked, obviously not informed about what was going on.
“No.” Nappa answered.
“Oh, a surprise?”
“Sure will be.”
“Humph, lucky.”
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He quietly closed the doors behind him, sighing as he rolled his shoulders back, feeling and hearing some back muscles pop.
While making his way deeper into his room, Vegeta proceeded to take of his clothes off, starting with his cape and armor, and just as he reached for the bottom of his shirt to pull it over his head, he couldn’t help but notice a blue figure on his bed, easily spotted between the masses of red his room was.
Throwing his shirt to one side, he silently walked over to her.
She was sleeping, most certainly from waiting on him. He hadn’t forgotten about her, but her coming along with him had slipped his mind.
However, he stood next to her, examining her.
The blue haired human laid on her side, her wavy hair pooling onto the pillow. Kami, did he remember that hair, and the smell…damn. Her skin, neutral beige with a hint of a tan, he remembered her skin too.
His tail twitched behind him with the need to touch her.
Starting with her feet, he let his appendage travel up, twisting around her ankle for a moment before it continued its journey upward.
Up her calf, up her thigh…and she moved, making him stop as his eyes looked up to glance at her, but she remained asleep.
So he started where he left off on the path. Over her hip, reminding him of the hills from his home planet as it dipped low when he reached her waist. His ‘fuzzy little friend’ encircled, much like her ankle, her waist, just to see how narrow it really was.
She was a rather small woman…maybe even too small. He distantly wondered how well she ate…well, rather how well she was fed.
Vegeta lifted her up a little; curious about how light she was, all the while making her lay on her back.
He then outlined her belly button before traveling through the valley between her breast, making the little silver circles of her top jingle and shine.
As he reached her neck, she smiled, feeling the tickling sensation and turned to her other side, her back toward him.
The ink markings. They ran all along the spine of her back, from very top bone all the way down to the small of her back, and it looked like some kind of writing. He couldn’t help the feeling that he had seen that somewhere, in the past, but he wasn’t completely sure where.
His tail ran along the middle of her back making her wiggle and let out a small moan.
‘Fuck this.’ said the Saiyan as he lightly pulled her shoulder so she can lie on her back. Leaning down he roughly pressed his kiss on hers, making her squeal as he woke her up from slumber.
Grinning he didn’t stop his intrusion, trying to get another noise out of her.
Except, that it didn’t give him the results he was looking for…far from it.
The dark-haired man was more than shocked when he received a blow on the face throwing him on his back.
Placing a hand on his cheek, he looked over at Bulma, not believing that she had just punched him. I didn’t even hurt, he being used to getting rather brutal strikes while training and battling.
Bulma had been woken up to somebody practically assaulting her and her instinct told her to get whoever it was off of her before it had its way with her.
It’s not the first time this had happened to her. There were times when she wasn’t strong enough to get them off of her, causing some very bad nightmares and memories. So could you really blame her for the violent reaction she had?
She looked around, remembering that she was inside the Saiyan’s room, the one she was suppose to wait for, the one she was suppose to look absolutely ravishing for so he couldn’t help but take her, the one she was suppose to seduce.
But, no. Instead she had fallen asleep and then punched him when he made a move… mind you in her sleep and rather savagely.
“Fuck.” she said while her hand went up to practically slap her for-head, not believing what she had just done.
Vegeta just observed her reaction, slowly coming to understand that it wasn’t really her intention. It was rather…amusing to him to see her having some internal conflict, and it was rather intriguing and interesting that her first response to his forceful act was a rather impressing blow.
He had never been hit by woman, well not under these circumstances. It was new to him, and he liked that fire that he was begging to see more and more of, even in her subconscious.
Letting out a low, rumbling chuckle he relaxed into his bed, leaning on his elbows to get some leverage.
Her cerulean orbs traveled to look at him, trying to find a sign to show her that he had forgiven her.
“Well?” he started.
“Yes?” she asked back, biting her lip.
“Aren’t you going to amend for what you did?” he said while giving her a rather sly grin.
Accepting the subtle invitation she gradually crawled toward him, much like a feline, slow and sultry, ending up on top of him, and straddling his hips.
Running her hands over his chest, liking the way his warm and hard body felt under her palms and fingers, she gave him a playful look.
“And how exactly does this Saiyan want me to amend?”…
‘Show me what you like so I can get to you.’ Bulma thought.
Vegeta hooked one of his hands to her knees as his tail wrapped around the other one pulling her closer to him, showing her exactly how he wanted her to pay back.
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A/N: So what you think? I think I’m making both of them pretty OOC, but it’ll be better for the story. Let me know and review.
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Between the Masses of Red
Blue eyes stared at the violet-blue planet through a large round window. She sighed as she sat inside a little metal room, on a little metal bench. Placing her elbows on her knees, and hunching up, so that she could place her chin on her hands, Bulma couldn’t help but be bored.
The azure-haired beauty had obviously accepted Freeza’s proposal and was now inside a Saiyan ship.
She had to wake up early that day. Packing the fewest things possible, which consisted mostly of her favorite dancing costumes, she had only taken one large bag of necessities. That was all she was going to need. But, she wasn’t to board the ship till that afternoon.
At the moment she was wearing something resembling black earth sweat pants that hung low on her hips, sneakers, and a tight white tank that came up to her waist. She usually wore this for when she had to practice all her dance routines and moves.
Freeza believed that his dancer’s should be in top shape, believing that physical perfection was an art in on itself, next to seduction. He used all of the girls to lure his enemies into a destabilized position.
‘Sneaky bastard.’ Bulma thought as she continued looking out of the window. She wasn’t at all surprised when that awful little lizard had told her to make the King…scratch that…Prince ~fall in love~ with her, or at least something closely resembling that. What did have her stunned was that he was willing to let her go. He wasn’t one to let anything or anyone escape him. Freeza was just about the most greedy and selfish being she had ever met. Was this Saiyan leader really that big of a threat to him?
To be completely honest, she didn’t care. All she was there for was to get the job done and getting the hell away from the Frost race…and just to finally be her own person and belong to no one but herself.
She lightly hit her head on the window, hating to wait.
‘How much longer.’ she wined to herself in her head.
Getting up to stretch her muscles, feeling some back bones pop, she felt the ship starting to move as it misbalanced her making her fall back on the metal seat.
Looking at the window, she saw the planet Frost, increasingly becoming smaller from her view. She watched in awe, seeing the planet from afar. Its strange how something so beautiful can be so ugly.
Bulma continued looking out the window, watching as the blue planet that so closely resembled her signature color, disappeared from view, till it was only a small speck in the universe among many other bright stars, boulders, and some space junk.
She was actually quiet impressed at how fast the ship was going. There was nothing quiet as advanced as this when earth still existed. Perhaps that’s why it came to its demise, because humans weren’t as advanced.
‘I bet I could’ve made something much better than this ship.’ she thought to herself as she pondered about Saiyan technology.
She wasn’t stupid, after all her father had been a genius scientist back home, owning a multi-billion dollar company that Bulma was for sure going to inherit as she closely followed in her father’s footsteps.
The blue-haired dancer knew all about Frost’s technology. Being the curious person she was, she snooped around the castle and fiddled around with many of the machinery and ‘toys’ they had. She gained an enormous amount of knowledge of how much power their kind had.
Her eyes stayed hypnotized at the vast continuous black that was space, mind going a million miles a minute as she pondered endlessly.
Bulma’s thoughts were interrupted as she heard the door open.
She turned around to see who it was as a bald, tall Saiyan came in.
Standing up she waited to see what he was there for, feeling pretty sure that she was going to be lead to the Prince.
The bald male gave her a once look over then grinned at her approvingly, obviously liking the way she looked.
Bulma raised her eyebrow at this feeling a bit uncomfortable with the gaze he had just given her. You would think that after so much time if being constantly ogled over, one would get used to it, but turns out you could only ignore so much.
“Follow me.” was all he said as he turned around, expecting her to do as told.
And she did, but not without rolling her eyes at him first before pursuing him, swinging her big bag over her shoulder.
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He was relived. He was finally out of that hell hole. The muscles that were usually tense and alert could finally relax…well to a point. To be completely honest he was never completely at ease. But who would be with the responsibility of the outcome of a planet lying on your shoulders?
Vegeta plopped himself on his chair that overlooked the control center of the ship, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt a head ache coming up.
He just couldn’t believe that Freeza was sending him to Atlantica. That planet was all water. There was no land whatsoever and he wasn’t entirely sure how long he can hold his breath or if he even had any air supply on his ship. If not he would definitely have to take a detour to his home planet and collect some and that would be an extra week from the two weeks it would take to get to the water planet. Vegeta didn’t want that. All he had to do was get it over and done with.
‘Fuck.’ he thought as he frowned deeper running his hand through her hair.
Goku noticed this as he turned back to look at his leader, knowing he was under an abundant amount of stress.
“Anything wrong, sir?” Goku asked him.
Vegeta’s eyes went to the source of the voice, looking over at one of his men, looking at him but thinking about his dilemma.
“Kakarrot, I want you to go and check on our air supply.” he ordered him as he came out of his gaze.
Goku quickly complied, giving Vegeta a “Yes, sir.” before he left.
Vegeta than looked over at Raditz, “Raditz, I want you to find everything there is to know about Atlantica and their people. Report back to me as soon as possible.”
Like his brother, Raditz said a “Yes, sir.” before furiously typing away on the computer screen to begin his research.
All he had to do now is wait for Goku to get back, telling him weather or not they had the needed supply of air for an attack on the assigned planet. That would determine their present destination.
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Bulma was lead to a very small room that closely resembled the one she was given in Frost. Only that it wasn’t personalized the way she had it (which wasn’t all that much anyways).
She was ordered to dress up and so that’s what she was did.
The bald Saiyan didn’t elaborate on whether or not she was needed to dress up in one of her more flashy clothes or something much simpler.
So she took out a dark blue top with a couple or silver circles that aligned the whole bikini-like border. Then, taking out the bottom half that was a long, sheer dress that reached the floor that had many long slits along the bottom, obviously with the intention of showing off her legs, she slipped it on. Along the top of this was a dark blue base that had many more silver circles around it.
Taking out a silver swirly armband, she put it on, along with silver chandelier earrings, and bangles.
Bulma wished she had a mirror around to check if she was presentable or not. She had a feeling that her hair wasn’t at its best right now.
Shrugging it off, her blue eyes found their way to find her shoes, simple clear, strappy heals. They weren’t all that high but she wasn’t about to walk around bare foot.
All in all, her outfit was very basic and simple. She just hoped that she wasn’t under-dressing.
With a knock on the door, the same bald man head came to view as peeked inside the room. Giving her, for the second time that day, a once look over, giving her an approving look before nodding with his head for her to follow him.
Nope, she wasn’t under-dressed at all.
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They didn’t have any air with them.
‘Fuck!’ Vegeta thought as he was told this.
Now, if he remembered right, his kind could only hold their breath for a good five hours…seven if one was skilled enough. That wasn’t enough time to properly purge any planet. They could continuously come back up for air, but that option isn’t reliable, plus it would waste time.
There was only one thing to do now. They’ll have to return to Vegeta-sei to pick up the proper equipment for the job.
“So, what are your orders, sir?” Goku asked as he saw the thoughtful scowl on Vegeta.
“Turn the ship around…we’re heading back home.”
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The bald Saiyan had led her to a humongous room that was lavishly decorated in reds and golds.
He had roughly ordered to her to “Stay in the room and wait.”, as he loudly closed the door behind her.
She scowled and stuck her tongue out at him once he left.
‘Barbaric bastard.’ Bulma thought.
So she was once again alone, but this time in a very large room.
‘What now?’ she asked herself as she scanned the room.
She had absolutely no idea when the King, no, the Prince…crap, the ‘Leader’ was going to head back. For all she knew, he could quite possibly not even make an appearance.
Placing her arms on her hips, the blue haired woman sighed as she headed to look around his Highness’ room.
There was a huge bed in the middle of the area. It had many red and gold pillows. It looked warm, inviting, and Bulma couldn’t help but walk over to lightly and gently run her fingers along the edge.
Her eyes roamed the room again, taking in all the riches he has, all the similar riches she once had.
Scrunching her nose, she went to snoop around his room.
She started out with his closet, expecting to find clothes that were are rich as his room seemed to be. But to her disappointment, there were only a good dozen armor plates, with red capes, and along with white boots that lined the floor.
Closing the closet door, she went to look through some of his drawers.
Again, she was disappointed to see that most were empty and the ones that did have anything inside only had some gloves and what she would assume to be training gear.
Going over to the bed again, she sat on it, feeling the firmness of it. Slightly bouncing on it, Bulma tested the mattress, finding it absolutely perfect.
‘Gee, wonder where they got the material to make a bed like this one. I should try to find out, just in case I need to get me one in the future.’ she thought.
She kicked her shoes off, letting them carelessly fall on the ground and swung her legs over the bed.
‘Now, how do you seduce a man? Not just seduce…seducing is too easy. How do you seduce and make a man fall madly in love? Now that’s the true question.’
Bulma pondered and thought about that, all the while getting into a very compromising and sexy position for when the Saiyan Royal arrives.
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His frown remained on as he stood looking outside the huge windows of the control room to his ship.
He was just informed that there was a huge black hole in the way to the fastest route to Vegeta-sei. It would be too dangerous to try to sneak by it.
Actually, he’d try doing that before. It was actually humorous, once you ignore the panic and fright…and, of course, after the whole incident happened.
He, himself, actually started to hysterically laugh once they were out of danger, scaring all of his troops and making some of them think he had gone insane.
Vegeta lightly smirked at the memory. It had been a warped and sick adrenaline rush.
However, he knew that that was going to set them back a few more days and Vegeta didn’t like that. He wasn’t too particularly fond of wasting time.
Another wave of a head-ache was coming and he slowly let his eye lids fall, closing his eyes as he clenched his jaw.
He needed to rest for a while, just to lie down and relax for a couple of hours.
His dark eyes roamed over to where Nappa was sitting.
“Nappa.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take over for a while. I’m going off to rest for a couple hours.” he ordered and informed him.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
And with that he headed toward his room, walking out of the control room, to intent on with thoughts about his comfy bed to notice everyone’s eyes following him till the doors closed behind him.
“So does he know that the blue woman is in his room?” Raditz asked Nappa.
“What woman?” Goku asked, obviously not informed about what was going on.
“No.” Nappa answered.
“Oh, a surprise?”
“Sure will be.”
“Humph, lucky.”
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He quietly closed the doors behind him, sighing as he rolled his shoulders back, feeling and hearing some back muscles pop.
While making his way deeper into his room, Vegeta proceeded to take of his clothes off, starting with his cape and armor, and just as he reached for the bottom of his shirt to pull it over his head, he couldn’t help but notice a blue figure on his bed, easily spotted between the masses of red his room was.
Throwing his shirt to one side, he silently walked over to her.
She was sleeping, most certainly from waiting on him. He hadn’t forgotten about her, but her coming along with him had slipped his mind.
However, he stood next to her, examining her.
The blue haired human laid on her side, her wavy hair pooling onto the pillow. Kami, did he remember that hair, and the smell…damn. Her skin, neutral beige with a hint of a tan, he remembered her skin too.
His tail twitched behind him with the need to touch her.
Starting with her feet, he let his appendage travel up, twisting around her ankle for a moment before it continued its journey upward.
Up her calf, up her thigh…and she moved, making him stop as his eyes looked up to glance at her, but she remained asleep.
So he started where he left off on the path. Over her hip, reminding him of the hills from his home planet as it dipped low when he reached her waist. His ‘fuzzy little friend’ encircled, much like her ankle, her waist, just to see how narrow it really was.
She was a rather small woman…maybe even too small. He distantly wondered how well she ate…well, rather how well she was fed.
Vegeta lifted her up a little; curious about how light she was, all the while making her lay on her back.
He then outlined her belly button before traveling through the valley between her breast, making the little silver circles of her top jingle and shine.
As he reached her neck, she smiled, feeling the tickling sensation and turned to her other side, her back toward him.
The ink markings. They ran all along the spine of her back, from very top bone all the way down to the small of her back, and it looked like some kind of writing. He couldn’t help the feeling that he had seen that somewhere, in the past, but he wasn’t completely sure where.
His tail ran along the middle of her back making her wiggle and let out a small moan.
‘Fuck this.’ said the Saiyan as he lightly pulled her shoulder so she can lie on her back. Leaning down he roughly pressed his kiss on hers, making her squeal as he woke her up from slumber.
Grinning he didn’t stop his intrusion, trying to get another noise out of her.
Except, that it didn’t give him the results he was looking for…far from it.
The dark-haired man was more than shocked when he received a blow on the face throwing him on his back.
Placing a hand on his cheek, he looked over at Bulma, not believing that she had just punched him. I didn’t even hurt, he being used to getting rather brutal strikes while training and battling.
Bulma had been woken up to somebody practically assaulting her and her instinct told her to get whoever it was off of her before it had its way with her.
It’s not the first time this had happened to her. There were times when she wasn’t strong enough to get them off of her, causing some very bad nightmares and memories. So could you really blame her for the violent reaction she had?
She looked around, remembering that she was inside the Saiyan’s room, the one she was suppose to wait for, the one she was suppose to look absolutely ravishing for so he couldn’t help but take her, the one she was suppose to seduce.
But, no. Instead she had fallen asleep and then punched him when he made a move… mind you in her sleep and rather savagely.
“Fuck.” she said while her hand went up to practically slap her for-head, not believing what she had just done.
Vegeta just observed her reaction, slowly coming to understand that it wasn’t really her intention. It was rather…amusing to him to see her having some internal conflict, and it was rather intriguing and interesting that her first response to his forceful act was a rather impressing blow.
He had never been hit by woman, well not under these circumstances. It was new to him, and he liked that fire that he was begging to see more and more of, even in her subconscious.
Letting out a low, rumbling chuckle he relaxed into his bed, leaning on his elbows to get some leverage.
Her cerulean orbs traveled to look at him, trying to find a sign to show her that he had forgiven her.
“Well?” he started.
“Yes?” she asked back, biting her lip.
“Aren’t you going to amend for what you did?” he said while giving her a rather sly grin.
Accepting the subtle invitation she gradually crawled toward him, much like a feline, slow and sultry, ending up on top of him, and straddling his hips.
Running her hands over his chest, liking the way his warm and hard body felt under her palms and fingers, she gave him a playful look.
“And how exactly does this Saiyan want me to amend?”…
‘Show me what you like so I can get to you.’ Bulma thought.
Vegeta hooked one of his hands to her knees as his tail wrapped around the other one pulling her closer to him, showing her exactly how he wanted her to pay back.
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A/N: So what you think? I think I’m making both of them pretty OOC, but it’ll be better for the story. Let me know and review.