Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ Aftermath ( Chapter 13 )

Disclaimer: Alright, fine. I do, in fact own Dragonball Z. . .but only in my own little world where Vegeta's my husband.

Standard Note (since it's not really "quick" like my others): I got an intersting e-mail from one of my readers, EvilMistress, a couple of days ago. She asked me why I decided to name myself SaiyaTrunks.

Well, EvilMistress, even though I write Vegeta fanfics, I consider my "muse" (a lot of authors have them) to be Mirai Trunks, which also inspired my other penname, Blue Sword on Mediaminer.org. So for you, and any other curious readers, there's my answer.

Also, I want to thank all of my reviewers. I thought I would only get up to fifty and I was throwing a party when I reached that. And now *tears of joy well up in eyes* I'm at seventy on FF.net, and 30-something on MM.org! Thanks so much, you guys. I really appreciate it. Special thanks to YourAngelStandingBy, Pandora666, and vampkestrel, who I see in almost every one of my recent reviews.

Wow…I'm taking up everyone's time. . .sorry about that. Now, onto the story!

Facing It Together

Chapter Thirteen: Aftermath

Bulma touched her lips again for probably the hundreth time this night. She still couldn't believe it. . .the king had kissed her! How the event ever happened was beyond her. One moment she remembered only talking to him, and then the next she found herself pressed against the doors of his royal chamber, engaging in one of the most passionate kisses that she had ever experienced. What had caused that change in him?

For that matter, why did she find herself enjoying the thought?

Bulma walked to the huge pitcure window in her room and opened it, letting in the warm air to help calm her nerves. She knew that she should be appalled; the man was holding her captive on his planet! He did force and demand her to accomplish his tasks, and she should be hating his guts. Perhaps she had quit her feelings of dislike for Vegeta when she had decided to inform him about what she had heard this afternoon. If she didn't like him as much as she thought she did before, then she would have walked on past that closed door and to her room, pretending that she heard nothing. Why hadn't she done just that?

…Was it even possible to like the cold king of Vegeta-sei?

`No. This doesn't make any sense whatsoever. How could I be feeling this way?' Her mind struggled to accept the answer that her heart already knew. `The guy's a jerk! He's arrogant, egotistical. . .'

". . .Intellegent, sexy. . ." she said aloud. "Oh Kami, what the hell am I talking about?!?" Bulma placed her head in her hands. "No. . .this is not happing to me!" What spell had Vegeta woven into her brain to claim the thoughts in her mind?

She was about to scream out in frustration when someone knocked on her door. Answering the door, her thin brows drew together in a scowl. "Chi Chi! Where the hell have you been?!?"

The dark haired woman frowned. "What a way to greet a friend. I'll remember to treat you the same way when you come to see me."

Bulma sighed. "Sorry. I'm just a little bit ruffled right now." She stepped aside to allow Chi Chi into her room.

"Why? What happened?" Chi Chi asked, a worried expression crossing her features.

"I guess I'll start from the beginning. Well, after I made a duplicate radar, I came up with another plan to-"

"Bulma, I don't think anymore `plans' are going to work against him," Chi Chi interrupted.

"Well, just wait until you hear it. Anyway, I was going to see you, and as I came down the hall out there, I heard some voices. They were talking about using my dragonball radar to overthrow the king!"

"What?! Who?"

"I'm sure that one of them is Turles."

"No wonder he acts all weird in front of the king! I thought he just hated the way King Vegeta bossed him around. But overthorwing him. . ." Chi Chi sat on her bed. "Did you tell the king?"

Bulma nodded. "Yes."

"And?"

"Well. . .he doesn't entirely believe me, but I think now he'll keep an eye out for Turles' behavior. He thinks I should just give him the radar so he can become invincible, or whatever he'll request of the eternal dragon."

"So, you gave him the radar?"

"No. I wanted to ask you if you thought that my plan was good enough before I hand it over to Vegeta."

Chi Chi smiled at her informality. "You mean King Vegeta?" She laughed when Bulma blushed. "What is your new plan?"

"Well, since there are now two dragon radars, I think that we would be able to get some of the dragonballs before he does. That way he won't be able to summon the dragon without all of them."

"But wouldn't the radar just tell him the location of the missing ones and lead him right to us?"

"Yes, but I think I can sabotage his version and make the radar only reveal six of them. I haven't told him yet how much of them he'll need to collect."

"Hmm. . .and what will happen when he realizes that the dragon is not going to be summoned?"

"We'll be long gone when he figures that out." Bulma watched her friend as Chi Chi crossed her arms and gave her a sad smile. "What?"

"Kakarrot made a good point to me eariler."

"What?!? You told him about our plan?"

"He just told me that Vegeta would probably come after us when he figured it out. I didn't think that you would mind. I seem to be telling him a lot recently. Is that a problem?" her friend asked.

Bulma sat next to her on the bed. "Chi Chi, just how serious are you about Kakarrot?"

She sighed. "To tell you the truth, Bulma…I'm not totally sure. Kakarrot is nice and sweet. He's not arrogant, so I don't have to worry about liking a complete jackass. I know I do care for him, though. But, both of us know that it won't last. When I return to Chikyuu-" Chi Chi stopped when she observed Bulma's expression. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It just sounds to me like you're falling in love."

She was about to protest, but then she thought about it. "Maybe you're right, Bulma. I've never felt this way about anyone before. But, I can't let this go on. We will be leaving this planet soon."

Bulma stared at her, her face suddenly turning serious. "Are you sure that you want to leave?"

"What kind of question is that? I have to go."

"No, you don't. Almost every Saiyan here thinks that you're one of them, with the exception of a tail, that somehow lives on another planet. I'm sure they wouldn't even raise an eyebrow if you decided to stay."

"Just what are you saying, Bulma?" Chi Chi asked.

"I'm saying that you should stay if you see some kind of promising future with Kakarrot. You don't have any sort of true love back at home."

Her friend dragged a hand through her hair. "Bulma, this isn't something that I can decide right now-"

"Nor am I asking you to. Discuss it with Kakarrot. He'll help you through this situation. I just want to tell you now, that if you decided to stay, I wouldn't have any hard feelings against you."

"And what if I was here when the king figured out that he still need one more dragonball to summon the dragon?"

Bulma placed a hand on her shoulder. "Then, you wouldn't be able to answer that, because I would be at fault, since you would have no idea of what I was going to do." She smiled at Chi Chi. "It's up to you, though. I understand both ways. This is your decision to make."

Chi Chi nodded and stood. "Alright, Bulma. I'll think about it. It appears that I'm thinking about a lot of things lately. . ." she mumbled as she walked to the door. "Did anything else happen when you spoke to the king?"

Bulma blanched. "N-no. Nothing at all."

Chi Chi opened the door and smiled at her. "Mmhmm. I bet. If you need anything," she said, closing the door behind her. "Don't hesitate to ask."

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He threw his armor on a chair near his bed and got under the cool sheets.

Placing one hand under his head, Vegeta looked up at the ceiling of his room. His mind was once again replaying the earlier scene in his head. Why he had done that to her, he did not know. He was sure that the woman was also confused of his actions as well. She was to blame for the kiss; if she hadn't piqued his curiousity so damn much, he would just see her only as another tool for getting what he wanted. She would help him one way or another. He would see to that. Why was this woman stirring so much in him?

At first, he supposed it was her looks. He couldn't help but wonder if the fates had sent him a gift when she walked into his palace only a few weeks ago, wearing the royal colors of his people. Even if she wasn't fond of blue garments, Vegeta was sure that she would still be associated with the royal palace-her brillant blue hair and eyes stood out among all of the inhabitants. At first, he believed her to be a nusiance. But now…just the thought of her enthralled him. He would have her, and if he kept up with his actions, she would soon be willing to be his.

Vegeta smirked. It seemed that he had another way to keep her on his planet.

Author's Note: Well, there it is folks! Vegeta knows what he's doing, but Bulma doesn't seem to understand yet. . .What's going to happen? All in the next chapter! I just noticed in the last chapter that my ". . ."'s are looking like regular periods when I post it on FF.net, so sorry if you were confused by that. Anyway, see ya, and as always, I hope you'll review!