Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ And Now, You're Mine [IN FULL] ( Chapter 20 )

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Quick Note: I would have gotten this out last night, had it not been for a blackout. I was on the last part and then all of the lights in the building went out. Bummer. But I re-wrote it, and hopefully I remembered everything that I written before.

Oh, and I'm real sorry to the people on my mailing list. Something is wrong (again) with my university's server. It won't allow me to access my hotmail account (it won't even let me get on AIM), and since my mailing list is in that account, I couldn't access it to mail you guys. I'm gonna go down to the IT building on Monday and demand (. . .again) that they do something about this frickin' internet, because I about had it with this stupid connection.

*sighs* So, here it is, the full chapter of twenty-one:

Facing it Together

Chapter Twenty-one [IN FULL]: And Now, You're Mine

She couldn't have gotten that far.

He knew that much at least, as well as where she was going. He couldn't believe that she would try to do something that stupid and think that she would get away with it. Did she really believe that he would allow her to flee from him like that?

That woman is infuriating. Every second I need to keep an eye on her, he thought as he absently tapped the arm of his seat. If she thought that she could run from him and not expect him to chase after her, she was sorely mistaken. He didn't even give a damn about the promise, to allow her to leave after he got the dragonball radar. Had he, or had he not told her that he wanted her?

Now he was combing outer space, trying to find this woman. Once he had her back on Vegeta-sei, he was going to set her down and have a long talk with her about her running away. He would not allow it again.

The beeping of a panel broke the flow of his thoughts. Vegeta quickly identified the noise and stared at the radar. Another ship was incoming and was about to pass him. His eyes flew to the window, searching for the sight of the ship. A few minutes later, a sleek cruiser came into view and was moving at great speeds. Vegeta's eye twitched in slight confusion as he recognized the symbol painted on the side of it.

Vegeta-sei's royal insignia…

He was dreaming this, right? This woman could have had at least a good four hours until he could catch up with her. She wasn't actually returning, was she?

He smirked at her. He felt relief floating inside of him. She was almost learning, she would know soon that she was his, and she was not going anywhere. There was no other way for her, the fates had already decided. Why else would she be swathed in his royal color? The fates had decided, and he was not complaining. For some reason he felt enchanted by her, everything that she did captivated his interests, and everything that came out of her mouth made him giddy with excitement, on a whole new level that not even a good battle could make him feel. He was certain that he would never get tired of her, she would make him feel emotions that he had never felt before until the day that he died. He would not give her up.

He turned the ship around and tailed the other. She had come back to him, and this time he would not let her go, even if he had to bind her to do it.

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The night was dark and foreboding. Perfect, Turles thought as he stared out of the large window of his chamber. In only an hour, history would be changed. In only an hour, he would be sitting on the throne with all of the respect, power, and strength that he deserved. . .

In only one hour, Bulma would be his.

The corner of his lips curled upwards. Tonight would be the night that he took her willingly to his bed, making her forget about her previous lover, the man who was going to be six feet in the ground by morning. He would have it no other way. With her by his side, he knew that he could do anything. He would possess her, wholly and entirely.

There was a knock on his door, and Turles had a pretty good idea of who it was. "Enter, Limato."

The knob turned and the door opened, revealing the man that was called upon. Limato stepped inside of the room with heavy feet as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It's almost time, Turles. Are you prepared?"

A brow rose at his question. "I am as ready as I'll ever be."

Limato nodded at his answer. "That's good to hear. Because the men are ready now and want to do this a little above schedule. However, they are waiting for your approval."

Turles turned to him, his eyes as dark as the night's sky. "If they want to speed up the process, then by all means, allow them to do so. You, Nappa, Radditz, and Taya just remember your job. My opportunity to fight the king all depends on you all."

"You don't have to remind me of that," Limato stated as he walked towards the exit. "Perhaps Nappa or maybe even Radditz. You're forgetting that once you become king, that I will be your right-hand man." And with a smirk, he closed the door behind him.

Turles returned his attention back to the night as he went over his plans for tonight. Tonight, he said to himself as he saw those two beautiful blue eyes in his mind. You will be mine.

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Bulma rushed down the ramp and into the harbor. 'Maybe he doesn't realize that I was gone,' she hoped, although in the back of her mind, she knew that he had already acknowledged the fact that she had left. Boy, was she in for it now. He had only told her basically every day that she could leave whenever he wanted her to leave. She would just have to suck it up and take whatever punishment that he threw at her. She came back, didn't she?

As she ran down the halls of the palace, Bulma knew that something was wrong. It was too quiet. . .something was definitely amiss here. Granted that she hardly ever ran into someone in the halls, with the exception of Vegeta and sometimes Turles--

Then the realization hit her like a large rock. What if Turles planned something while she was away? What if Turles had done something when she was away? Her mind flashed her images of all of the possibilities. Vegeta beaten up and bloodied, breathing his last breaths; Vegeta impaled by a sharp object, his eyes wide with shock. . .She clipped off her thoughts and sped down the halls even faster. She had to see him, if only to assure herself that he was alright.

Bulma wasn't, however, prepared for the hand that appeared as if from nowhere, covering her mouth and the arm planted around her waist, dragging her out of the hallway.

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Vegeta stepped down the ramp, noticing how desolate the harbor was. 'Somebody at least would have been here to see to my needs,' he thought to himself.

His head turned and a smirk plastered its way on his face as he noticed the ship he had trailed when he was in space. She was here, most likely searching for him. 'The woman is probably hoping that I did not notice her absence.' He made his way into the corridors to his room, anticipating their due meeting.

It was never this silent, he realized, walking down the path to his chambers. His leisurely stance went on that of a defensive. Turles probably decided that a 'welcoming committee' was in order for his return. Vegeta wouldn't be surprised if he turned a corner and was attacked by whoever the dark man had gotten on his side. After their sparring match (or as Vegeta preferred, an ass whooping), the king was sure that Turles would have noticed that he was no match for the superior Saiyan no Ou. And Vegeta was certain that he would recruit many warriors to aid him in his plot. Turles was a cowardly bastard, and he had only been waiting for the time to come. 'It was a fun game while it lasted, moron. But you've just made the one move that will end our match.'

He entered the grand hall and smirked the second time since his arrival. There, was a large cluster of men, giving him wicked smiles as malevolence filled their eyes. Vegeta stepped forward, not paying their devious expressions any heed as he moved past them to sit on his throne. He rested his chin on one hand as he spoke.

"If this is what's supposed to be a surprise attack, then it was pathetic."

"If it was supposed to be a surprise attack, then they would have attacked you the minute you exited the ship," a voice came out from the crowd as it parted, revealing a man with short black hair and dark eyes. Vegeta recognized him as Limato, one of his first class warriors. He had never really spoken to the man, but had seen him around enough to know who he was.

"And I suppose you are one of the so called 'brains' of this operation of yours, along with that fool named Turles?" Vegeta asked, looking more bored and bored by the minute.

"That is correct, my king," Limato said as he sneered. "Today is the day that you will fall. If not by my hand, then definitely by Turles."

At that the king grinned fiendishly. "You mean the man that I sent to a regen tank by only using a mere fraction of my power? I don't think that is possible weakling. I have more power than you in one of my teeth."

A growl erupted from Limato's throat. "We shall see, my king, and by the end of tonight, we will see who deserves to sit on the throne."

Vegeta stood and lowered himself in a fighting stance. "Then, by all means, show me what you can do."

And then, total pandemonium exploded in the room.

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His hand muted the scream that threatened to make its way out of her mouth. Her blue eyes were as big as saucers as she took a look at her attacker. She should have expected this, but unfortunately, she was not as prepared as she thought she would be when the time came for this meeting. Her thin eyebrows narrowed at him as her expression inflamed with anger.

"If I remove my hand," he attacker began. "Then you are not to shriek." His dark eyes stared into hers for a few moments before he took his hand away from her mouth, however, it still hovered close, landing to stroke her cheek.

"Shriek? Well, what would you expect, Turles, when someone grabs you from behind and slams you into a wall?!"

Turles sighed and groaned inwardly at the same time. "You promised that you wouldn't shriek."

"I don't remember promising anything! I should yell, since I know the one man that you obviously fear will come running." And with that, Bulma took in a deep breath before Turles knew what she was doing. "VEGE--"

Turles mouth slammed against hers, silencing her from continuing her scream. Her hands pushed fiercely against his chest, trying to get him off of her. He wasn't a bad kisser, a small part of her mind admitted. If she was anyone else, she might have enjoyed it. . .if she didn't knew what he was planning. She couldn't give into him, now that she knew that he wanted the man that she loved dead in a grave. She was trying to fight him, but the hard wall of his chest seemed incapable of moving. Sweet Kami, how was she going to get out of this one?

She was as satisfying as he had imagined, each second of tasting her blinded his senses. Turles groaned in pleasure. She was making him inebriated, this little vixen. His lips moved against hers, seeking to discover a spot that allowed him to sample more of her flavor. He settled for the inside of her mouth.

Bulma cringed when she felt his tongue slip in between her lips. Okay, she had to think of something, and fast before this got out of hand. . .err. . .more out of hand than it already was.

But to her surprise, Turles pulled back and stared at her with eyes full of passion. A small gratified smirk crept across his lips. "And now, Bulma, you're mine." His mouth moved towards hers again much to Bulma's disgust.

Author's Note:

Hee hee. . .they'll never find me in here. . .

*closet door opens* Wait! No. . .I wasn't hiding! I was just. . .uh. . .looking for my. . .uh, Vegeta poster. That's it! My Vegeta poster!

Angry reader: You don't have one.

Uh. . .I was going to make one! Right after I write the next chapter! Honest!

Angry reader: What's that behind your back?

*looks at crossed fingers* Oh these? Forget about them.

Angry reader: That's it.

AHH!! No! *grips the frame of the doorway* Can't we talk about this!? Ow! You didn't have to staple my fingers to my keyboard. How the heck am I going to reach the "f" key?

Angry reader: Then write without it. How many words do you use with the letter "f", anyway?

Funny, I can think of a few choice words right now. . .Okay less violent folks. I'll probably have the next chapter out soon. Be on the lookout for the next update in January!

Angry Reader: *grips stapler* What was that?

. . .Or. . .in three weeks? Gahhh!! Two! Two folks! Hey, this is abuse! I should call the police! Could you hold the phone to my ear since I'm a little tied up here?