Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ Oops! ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: *rocking herself in a corner* Dragonball Z is not mine…not mine…not mine…It's raining…it's raining…it's raining……..

Quick Note: I apolgize. In Chapter 2, I said some things about the head technician-and that he talked to Bulma-but in Chapter 4, I said that the head scientist was Yamcha and that he never saw her. Sorry about that, but I had only recently decided that the head technician would be Yamcha. Sorry!

Facing it Together

Chapter Five: Oops!

Chi Chi threw a seris of kicks and punches at an invisible opponent. She was going on two straight hours, doing nothing but training. For why, she still wasn't sure. But there was something about the atmosphere here at the palace-a vibe that told her that something huge was coming…something that she knew that she wasn't ready for.

She straightened herself after she completed a full roundhouse and wiped the sweat from her dark brow. Chi Chi wondered if Bulma was going to prepare for the aura of uneasiness that pulsated around the castle walls. Bulma wasn't much of a fighter-Chi Chi knew that she hated to fight-but she could hold her own when she needed to. Bulma didn't fight unless she had to, and the fact that she had picked a random fight against the infamous king of Vegeta-sei shocked Chi Chi immensely. Bulma had an impressive mind-a mind that had gotten them out of combat once in a while, and she surprisingly didn't use it to evade her most recent battle. That wasn't like her.

Chi Chi lowered into a fighting stance and preformed a combo of kicks, and then a uppercut punch. That was enough of thinking about Bulma-let her handle her own battles. She was about to deliver one of her finishing blows, but ended up gasping and pulling back when Kakarrot materialized in front of her and clutched her fist with one hand.

"Hello."

"Are you crazy? I could have killed you if I hadn't stopped in time!" Chi Chi yelled at him.

Kakarrot laughed. "No, you wouldn't have. Even if I didn't see you here outside and was completely unaware, you aren't strong enough to harm me."

Usually, Chi Chi would have taken offense to be called weak, but she had to agree that she couldn't compare to the strength to that of a Saiyan. However, she wouldn't be so kind to let him off of the hook so easily. "I'll have you know, that move has killed a lot of people in the past. Now, let go of my hand."

Kakarrot felt a slow smile creep across his face. He watched Chi Chi's expression turn from anger to shock as he pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed her wrists. He felt her breath quicken when he massaged the soft skin below her palm with his tongue. "Are you sure that you want it back?"

A slight moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the way his sensual play sent heat throughout her body. It had been so long-too long since she had let anybody get this close. Her thoughts took over and her mind reminded her of the promise that she had made to herself eariler. She couldn't let this happen, there just wasn't enough time. "Yes, I'm sure," she said, yanking her wrist back. Chi Chi sighed and blew some of the dark locks out of her eyes and took some steps away from him. "Kakarrot, I can't do it."

"Can't do what?"

"This…whatever that was…" she said as she held out her wrist. "I won't be here long enough to get into anything. You do understand that, don't you?"

Kakarrot walked closer to her, close enough for her to feel his breath. "You're here now, Chi Chi." He rose a hand to stroke a thumb across her cheek.

She held his arm but didn't stop his caresses. "Yes, but…" she said, closing her eyes once again. What was it about his touches? "I don't want to get into anything that might not last for a long time. And time, as I said earlier, is something that I don't have."

Kakarrot moved his hand to her hair and pulled her forward. "Then, I guess we'll have to make the best of it," he said as he drew her mouth to his.

Chi Chi's eyes snapped open briefly upon contact, and her body tensed up. But she relaxed when his free hand moved to her arm. She copied the movement of his lips as he lead them both into the kiss. The texture of his lips, the feel of his hands, the scent of him-all of it made her senses highten.

She felt something wrap arounder her waist and almost jumped. Chi Chi moved her hand to the unknown object. As she felt the fur, she realized it was his tail. Her lips parted as she absently stroked it, earning her a gasp from Kakarrot and she felt his mouth assault her even deeper. She smiled slighty and pulled herself away from his embrace, but was still connected to him by his tail. "That was…interesting."

Kakarrot unwrapped his tail from her waist. "To say the least."

Chi Chi's smile increased. "Make the best of it, huh? I'll think about it," she said and turned away from him and headed inside.

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There was a knock on her door. A little bit miffed by the interruption of her formatting, Bulma threw her pen down on the papers. "Yes, come in," she told the door.

Turles entered her room. "I'm sorry for my intrusion, but King Vegeta wishes to see you."

Bulma smirked. "Wish? I'm not too sure about that. I think the word you're searhing for is demand." She pushed herself out of her chair. "Alright, lead the way."

As they walked down the hall to the throne room, Bulma looked at Turles for a minute. His dark aura was flaring in all directions. This was a powerful man, yet he carried himself in a manner that made others believe that he didn't know his own strength and intimidation. Bulma hardly thought that was the case. His power was frightening, so strong that she knew she could feel it even if she were across a room. She wondered vaguely if anyone had ever survived against him in a fight.

The two reached the throne room. "Well, here we go," Bulma said as the guards pushed open the heavy doors. "I don't suppose he will welcome me…"

Turles' lip curled into a timid smile. "I wouldn't count on it." They entered the room. Vegeta sat on his throne, watching her every move. Bulma kept her eyes on his, never lowering them, not allowing him to bully her merely by his dark glare. She stopped in front of him and bowed. "Ou-sama, I believe you have sent for me."

"I just received word that you are involved in the little project that the Mohaninites are constructing for me. Is that true?"

Bulma forced herself to hold in a smirk. Was he going to thank her? It was about time for the king to actually show some tolerable emotions. But instead of smirking, she nodded her head. " Yes, Ou-sama."

"After I had talked to you about sticking your nose into business that isn't yours to begin with?" Vegeta said, crossing his arms.

Bulma blinked. "So, you're angry with me for helping you out? Alright, then. I won't give Yamcha the formulas and instructions for building the gravity room. Then you can pretend that it never even happened." She crossed her own arms, mirroring his hard expression.

Vegeta had to chuckle. She knew how much he wanted her design, and she was willing to make him pay for his words. This woman…she wasn't like the others of his race. The others would avoid his temper-this one liked to invoke it. The others would bend to his every wish…he had yet to see her do what he had requested. She had intellegence and was strong enough to fair against anyone outside the Saiyan race. He only felt a twinge of respect for who she was, but most of the time it would turn into annoyance. He stopped his thoughts and returned to the conversation.

"You will not, woman. You may work with the Mohaninites and create this room of yours." He paused and waited for her response.

Bulma let the smirk display on her face. "Hmm…I guess it's too much to hope for a thank you. Kami, I don't think even the seven dragonballs of Chikyuu would make you nice."

Vegeta rose an eyebrow. "Dragonballs?"

She bit her lip. `Whoops.' "…Yeah, dragonballs. That's where Chi Chi and I were coming from. There was rumors on my planet that there is a set of dragonballs called the Corona dragonballs. Those were what we were trying to-"

"Enough. What do these `dragonballs' do?" Vegeta demanded.

"…Well," Bulma started. "They are…supposed to grant…wishes." `Oh boy,' she thought. "But you have to gather all seven dragonballs in order to make the wishes," she said, hoping by some miracle that statement would deter him from seeking them out and wishing for something, such as world domination.

Vegeta tapped a finger on the arm of his throne. "Interesting. And I assume that since you mentioned the fact that your home planet has a set, that you do get your wishes?"

`Damn.' "…Yes." Then she remembered an important element. "But they're hard to find. It could take years, even centuries, to collect them all." `Without a dragonball radar,' she finished the sentence in her head.

Turles listened to the conversation with absolute interest. With the dragonballs, he could wish for the throne and the loyalty of the entire Saiyan race without having to even throw a punch. That would be better than fighting a battle that he still wasn't sure that he could win. He continued to listen to the rest of their discussion.

"So how were you going to find them, these `Corona dragonballs'?" Vegeta asked her.

"We were going to ask around-and we did-but then we found out that they didn't exist, so we went home…or tried."

"Why didn't you use your Chikyuu's set?"

Bulma cringed. She was hoping that he didn't ask her that. She and Chi Chi had to use them for curing her father when he had taken ill. That was five months ago. The Chikyuu-jin dragonballs would be ripe for wishing in only a short time. "…They were already used. The dragonballs have a set time in between uses."

"I've heard enough. If you can create a machine to impove my training, then I'm sure that you can create something to find these `dragonballs'."

`Already did that, you fool.' "And this is assuming that I will be on this planet to do that?"

"Of course," Vegeta got up and walked towards the exit, not giving her a backwards glance. "I will hold the repairation of your ship until you do."

"WHAT?!?" Bulma shrieked. "That-You can't do that!"

Vegeta turned to her as his lips turned upward into an evil smile. "I'm the king of all Saiyans, woman. I can do anything." And with that, he turned back around and left the room.

Bulma watched the doors close behind the king. She only had two choices: Give him the dragonball radar, stand back and let him do whatever sick desire that he wanted; or deny him of his request and be stuck on this planet. `How am I going to get out of this?' she wondered.

Author's Note: Ooh…what is Bulma going to choose? Gosh, even I'm bitting my fingernails! Find out in the next chapter! I hope you will review!