Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ Admittance of the Truth ( Chapter 14 )

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Facing it Together

Chapter Fourteen: Admittance of the Truth

It was a suitable night, he supposed as he gazed at the stars on his balcony.

Turles folded his arms as he sensed Limato's presence. He would have to hear his complaining once again. He knew that Limato realized to some extent to what he was planning, though Turles would never voice it. No, he could wait until Limato brought the subject up. It was funny, that someone who had complete faith in him could disagree with his methods. Limato was the only Saiyan in his entire group that would grill him almost to the breaking point. He sighed aloud and turned towards the approaching Saiyan's ki.

"At least you're alert," Limato said as he came out of the shadows. "I thought your mind would be too clouded with the woman to notice anyone."

"Don't start with me now. I don't want to hear your incessant ramblings anymore."

"And why is that, Turles? Because it's the truth?" Limato chuckled. "You might be able to fool Radditz, Nappa, and Taya, but you cannot fool me. You're planning something else with the woman, something besides your claim of being `just a friend'. And don't say that you're not, because I'll know that's a lie."

Turles narrowed his eyes. "Why should I explain myself to you? You're just a-"

"-first class warrior like yourself, Turles," Limato finished. "And if that isn't reason enough, the fact that I am part of the resistance should cover it. I have a need to know, and I demand it!"

Turles did not answer quickly. Why was this man so bent upon learning his plans for Bulma? Even when he asked himself that question, he already knew the answer. He was to become king after they overthrew Vegeta. Vegeta-ou was already doing something that was considered to be wrong to the entire Saiyan race, however what the king was doing was not part of an ancient law. Turles knew that if he took Bulma as the queen, she would be instantly killed and he would most likely be overthrown himself. And looking at Limato, he knew just which Saiyan would most likely be the lead in his own overthrowal.

"Limato. . .I admit that my intentions for the woman are not entirely as I claimed they were. But do not fear. I do not intend to make her my bride. Only as a concubine. That is all."

Limato crossed his own arms. "And it took you that long to say it?I have to confess, I thought it was more serious than that."

Turles looked at him. "You do not mind?"

"No. Just as long as you don't get any notions about having her become a queen. If that was the case, then the group would have to kill you. But you forget, I've seen her, and I must say that any man that refuses to acknowledge her beauty is not right in their head. However, I've heard that she is currently involved with Vegeta-ou's head technician."

"You, Limato, gossip? I would have never guessed."

Limato smiled as he ran a hand through his short black hair. "I'm not gossiping. I'm only relaying what I've heard. . .and also warning you that many of our Saiyan woman have deemed the boy handsome as well. It might take a little more than you expect to win the woman over."

"Hmm. I don't think that I would need your help. If I play friend to her, it won't take her long to notice me."

"I wouldn't count on it. Hell, she spends most of her time in King Vegeta's throne room," Limato turned from him and started to walk to the exit before he said over his shoulder, "I wouldn't be surprised if the two of them were involved."

He missed the murderous look in Turles' dark eyes.

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Kakarrot kicked him in his side and brought a fist to his face. Radditz ducked his incoming hand and grabbed his leg, making his younger brother grunt when he began to twist it. Kakarrot lost his balance and fell to the floor.

"That was for telling all of the third-class guards in the palace of our little previous sparring match." Radditz gave him a kick to his stomach before turning away from him.

"Oh, come on, Radditz. You know it was funny. Hey, all of the other guards thought it was, too!" He burst into a fit of laughter. "The only reason you were able to get that in was the fact that I was thinking of something else."

Radditz turned to him. "Really? What were you thinking of brother? Was. . .it. . .this!" He jumped at his brother, ready to bring his foot down on Kakarrot's chest. Kakarrot, however, rolled away from his attack.

"Nice try. I've been thinking a lot lately."

"That's a first," Radditz chimed in.

Kakarrot ignored his comment. "I'm thinking of taking a mate."

That made Radditz's eyebrows shoot up. "What? Are you serious?" He gasped at Kakarrot's nod. "Who are you talking about?"

"Have you heard of a woman named Chi Chi?"

Radditz rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Do you mean one of the women that arrived here in the malfuctioning ship?"

"Yep, that's her. She's everything that I could ever hope for. She smart, pretty, and has a temper worthy of a Saiyan."

"Well, congratulations, Kakarrot. I never thought you would ever be this serious. It's rare that a Saiyan male can find another Saiyan that he could imagine spending the rest of his life with."

"Thanks, Radditz. Oh, and for the record, Chi Chi is not a Saiyan."

"What!? Then you can't take her as a mate! It's forbidden!"

"No one else has to know that. She looks Saiyan enough."

"But, Kakarrot-"

"I'm just telling you now, Radditz, that whatever you say will not effect my decision. I'm going to do it anyway." Kakarrot turned from Radditz and left the room.

"Brother. . ." Radditz said as he watched him leave.

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Bulma sat in her room, tweaking the small, hand-held dragonball radar. Her hands were doing all of the work, but her mind was far from it. Her thoughts were on other things.

Chi Chi and Kakarrot. She envied the both of them, but she was happy for them at the same time. Chi Chi deserved a man like that; Bulma couldn't blame her. She was already prepared to take the journey back to Chikyuu by herself, since she knew that her friend would probably stay here. She wished she could say that she would visit, but then if her plan worked, it would be impossible. Chi Chi would just have to trust her.

She sighed as she put down her tools. Sabotaging the dagonball radar was not hard work at all. It only took her fifteen minutes. Bulma began to place her tools back into her blue bag when she heard a knock at her door.

She smiled when she recognized her visitor. "Yamcha, hi."

"Hi. I wanted to know if you wanted to take a walk with me."

Bulma turned around to look at her room. There wasn't anything else to do. "Sure." She stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

They walked around the palace grounds for a while, just talking about their lives in general. The pair stopped when they reached the outside terrace.

"It's a beautiful night," Bulma commented, looking up at the shimmering stars.

"Yes it is. However, there is something else about this night that is even more magnificent," Yamcha stated.

"And what is that?"

"You, of course." Yamcha placed both of his hands on her shoulders and brought her to him, his lips closing in on hers.

But, Bulma pushed him back with one hand. "What are you doing, Yamcha?"

"Yes, just what are you doing?" someone said behind them.

Bulma closed her eyes, a chill rushing down her spine from just hearing his voice. `Kami, Bulma, you get all riled up when he talks? What in the seven hells is wrong with you?' She composed herself and turned to the voice. "Vegeta-ou."

Vegeta frowned at Yamcha. He had been searching for the head technician so he could force him show him the new gravity room, and was furious to see him trying to make moves on what he had already considered his. But he was glad that Bulma had refused Yamcha's advances. `Soon, woman.'

"O-ou-sama, I didn't see you there!" Yamcha nervously stammered.

"That was quite obvious to the fact that I was about to witness the most disgusting display in the entire universe." Vegeta smirked when he saw the redness of Yamcha's cheeks. "Get out of here. I need to talk to the woman." The technician hurriedly left the area.

"Yes, Ou-sama?" Bulma took a few steps away from him. "You wanted to talk to me about something?"

Then she felt herself being jerked around and Vegeta's mouth on her own. Her tight muscles loosened up as her hands slid up his chest and wove their way into his hair. Vegeta's hands on her shoulders glided downwards, briefly skimming her breasts before reaching her waist, pulling her closer to him and savoring the taste of her.

She gasped as she felt his hands on her begin to massage her waist. Vegeta took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her more than willing mouth. Her hands fisted in his hair for a moment before she pulled back with questioning eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me, Vegeta?"

Vegeta smirked at her. "You can't tell me that you didn't like it."

Bulma frowned as she removed his hands from her body. "You know, Ou-sama, just when I think you could be half-decent, you have to prove me wrong by being an arrogant jerk." She turned away from him and began to walk inside.

"And just when I think that you could actually be somewhat tolerable, you have to prove me wrong by opening your mouth," Vegeta said as he followed her inside, both of them oblivious to the pair of dark eyes watching them on one of the upper balconies.

Author's Note: *sniffs the air* Do I smell angst? Ha ha! Of course! You didn't think I would keep Turles in the dark, now did you?

*whistles and sings* Those lemons that roll, those lemons that drop-- *dodges the sharp objects and leather boots being thrown at the monitors and grumbles* I should've known, trying to sing an old tune from a Clorox Bleach commercial. . .but anyway, next chapter-that's right-will be the one you all have been waiting for! (Tell you the truth, I'm kinda scared to post it on FF.net, since they seem to be cracking down on it. . .) So, stay tuned for the next chapter, and as always, I hope you will review!