Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ Prelude to Battle ( Chapter 21 )

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z may or may not be mine…I don't know, but if I'm writing a disclaimer, then I guess it isn't? Hmm…

Quick Note: Hey guys, thanks a bunch for the reviews. Hehe…I was laughing when I read NSBVEGETA's review, and I needed a good laugh. Thanks. I didn't think that many would relate to the 'angry reader' part. He was created due to the two sugary cupcakes that I had eaten before I wrote the chapter, but he'll make another cameo at the end of the chapter. And as for another lemon, not to worry. I am thinking about making a farewell lemon, and DEFINETLY not with Turles. He's the bad guy, remember?

Thanks also to Snazzy. I don't believe that I'm keeping Vegeta in character, actually, I thought that I made him a little watered-down, which was my intention. But you guys are the readers, and that's all that matters. Thanks!

Anywho, this is the next chapter, the ACTUAL Twenty-first chapter (Man, I felt real stupid when I caught that mistake, as well as the fact that I have NO FIRST CHAPTER TO THIS STORY (on ff.net)! I'm working on getting that fixed). You can thank the FF7 Soundtrack for helping me write this (I had the Cosmo Canyon Theme and One-Winged Angel on repeat). It's short, yes, but I thought it was a good place for an end. I want to save the next events for a whole new chapter. Hope you guys like it!

(Did I say "quick note"?)

Facing it Together

The REAL Chapter Twenty-One: Prelude to Battle

Bodies slammed into walls, blood ran from lips. Vegeta was enjoying this, the way his muscles warmed and the slap of flesh against his fists. This wouldn't take long. Especially when these idiots were sloppy with their technique. But still, the satisfaction was there, and he took his pleasure out of battling against these unworthy fools.

They were persistent--Vegeta had to give them that--the way that one would come after him right when another fell, it was a good tactic, but they lacked great power. He clocked one of the opposing Saiyans against his head and kicked another. But they were just small fish. . .and he had an even bigger one to fry. . .

One by the name of Turles.

The pathetic moron Limato had only gotten one shot at him before the others took their swings at him. Now Limato was the only one left, the king resumed his fighting stance.

"You are a useless fool," Vegeta taunted with his classic smirk. "Making others fight your battles is cowardly."

Limato smiled evilly. "They volunteered to up rise against you. Shouldn't that tell you something as a king? So many people hate you and dislike the way you're running Vegeta-sei." His smile got even wider. "And they're all in this palace."

"If they are as strong as you, then this whole farce will last only until dinnertime. You would think that a rebellion would be more impressive than this."

Limato's joyful expression fell into a scowl. "Then fight and stop your useless talking. But you'll remember what I said when you face Turles."

"And where is that weak moron?" Vegeta asked with a nonchalant attitude. "Is he still running around, taking cover in his dark corners?" He shook his head. " I wonder if he can take a shit by himself. Probably needs someone to hold his hand even then." He ignored the other man's growl. "And he is the one directing the rebellion? That is so pitiable." Vegeta chuckled as he blocked Limato's punch. "Did I strike a nerve?" He then countered with his own fist and hit his opponent square in jaw. Limato stumbled back a few steps and then returned, a leg raised, ready to kick.

Vegeta swung out his leg to trip his rooted foot and smirked again as enemy hit the ground with a thud. "I haven't even powered up yet and yet I'm not even out of breath . Shouldn't that tell you something as a challenger?"

Limato snarled as he rose again, this time a blast of ki prepared in his hand. He hurled it at the king, who batted it away as if it was a bothersome fly.

"Please tell me that isn't the best you can do. But then again, this whole thing is a waist of my time." Vegeta curled his palms and created a ball of ki in his own hands and fired it at Limato. Unlike his opponent, his blast struck, causing Limato to take a dive into a nearby wall. The warrior's head hit hard against it and he blacked out. Vegeta shook his head again.

"And so this round ends. . ." Vegeta said as he stared at the fallen fighter and turned. "And now to find the spineless rat. . ."

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How did she get herself in these situations?

She had expected a kiss, but certainly not from this man! She was supposed to be in Vegeta's arms right now, apologizing for trying to leave--despite her disobedient nature--when he had clearly told her that she was going to stay here for until he said she could leave.

Which most likely was a long time.

But she found out that she had no problem with that anymore.

However, getting her mouth invaded by this other man was not exactly what she had in mind. . .Bulma had already tried to stop him, words and all, but Turles refused to let her go. . .

So she just stood there, giving up, not responding, but just standing there, stiff as a board. Her mind was deprived of any thoughts on escaping, since it was still paralyzed in shock. She had no clue. . .just hoping that she had fallen asleep on the ship and was in the throes of a frightening nightmare. . .

That hope had vanished when she felt his hand moving up from her waist, attempting to touch her chest even through her clothing. She discovered a newfound strength within and shoved him even harder than all of her previous trials. "Iiee!" She panted in order to regain her breath. "Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Turles looked at her, surprised by the force she had used to push him away. Her face was flushed and she gave him a lovely scowl. He wanted to pull her into his arms again and sample that delicious taste again. The flush on her face had proved to him that his kisses had moved her.

If Bulma knew his thoughts, she would have agreed with him. She was moved. . .just wishing that she had moved out of the way and ran the hell away from him. Her face was flushed in anger, not desire--that someone would steal a kiss from her and felt her up in a hallway, more or less, of the home of the man that she loved. She would have hit him, if she wasn't sure that she would at the very least break a nail against that rough skin of his and even thicker skull.

"Don't pretend to misunderstand, Bulma." Her name rolled off of his tongue. "I have wanted you for a long time, and now that I have you," he said before advancing on her and pulling her back to him. "I'm not going to allow you to leave."

Bulma cringed again. Did he not get that she didn't want this? She struggled, hating the look of pleasure on his face, as she tried to find another way to get away from his grasp. But to no avail. "Turles, please don't do this. . ." she pleaded.

"But I must," he insisted, his mouth only inches away from hers.

She shivered from disgust. 'Please,' she prayed. 'Help me!'

"Since it is obvious that she doesn't care for you, Turles," a voice said. "I suggest you let her go.

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Author's Note:

I see what you guys are doing. You guys are trying to force me to update faster. *turns up her nose* Well, it won't work!

Angry reader: Not even when I've raided your food supply of all its chocolate?

*hesitates* No, it won't work! I have half a mind to make this a Vegeta/Turles fic thanks to you! *grins evilly* Then again, there are other ways to torture you for this. .

Angry reader: *eyes narrow* What's that supposed to mean?

Exactly what I said. Say, you wouldn't be too mad if I had Bulma spontaneously combust and Vegeta run off and elope with Kakarrot while Chi Chi sells her soul to the devil and turns into the Sugarplum Fairy?

Angry reader: Your use of randomness is really starting to scare me. . .but you wouldn't dare. . .

. . . And Vegeta would wear a pink tutu as his wedding dress.