Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate's Coincidences ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Bulma paced, back and forth, on the shiny tiled floors of her tiny lounge in her small Capsule house, her thumb placed on her upper teeth as she always did when worried or lost deep in thought. She didn’t feel safe! And she assumed she would only really feel safe when Krillin or Gohan returned from Dragon Ball hunting and told her that Vegeta was not still outside her cave.

She was not a very patient person and the fact that she could literally hear her heart pounding away in her chest did nothing to calm her fearful state. What if Vegeta did come to look for her? What if he did kill her? Who would protect her? But he didn’t know who she was, right? So he wouldn’t waste his time looking for her when he was on his very own mission right?

‘Wrong!’ Bulma’s mind screamed when she turned from her pacing to come face to face with the man of her thoughts. Vegeta, in the flesh and looking deadlier than she thought possible with blue blood spattered on his bronze skin. She was positively sure that her heart had stopped beating for an entire minute before the reality of her situation kicked in. It was then that Bulma, whether from instinct or fear, turned to run from the man who she had not even heard break into her little dwelling. And that was what he would have had to do since she had placed every lock and bolt into place. Although at that very moment it seemed like a very ignorant action to take as no locked door would have stopped him from entering!

Vegeta frowned as he watched the Earthling flee from him. He found himself thinking that that was not her reaction to Zarbon. Her running away from him infuriated him and normally he would have blasted the fearful in the back giving the idiot a deserved coward’s death for not being able to face him, but not this time. He found his dark eyes wandering to her rounded bottom as it swayed from side to side. Vegeta was more of a breast man than an ass man but he found himself enjoying the enticing view of her shapely bottom. ‘What the fuck am I thinking?’ Vegeta berated himself before dematerializing and then rematerializing in front of the female who was heading for a door that his muscular body now blocked. He found it quite amusing, shouldn’t she know that no mere door could keep the Saiyan Prince away if he wanted to enter it. Not expecting his movement or anticipating it he watched as she hit his chest full on. Of course she was too weak to even budge him and he stood as still as a rock, while she was not so fortunate.

Bulma felt herself fall flat on her bottom as she hit into Vegeta’s rock hard chest. “Ooof!” She blew out as she rubbed her now sore bottom though she did not bother to get up from her spot on the floor. If he wanted to kill her she would not be able to outrun him at his level of speed.

Two white boots planted themselves on either side of her thighs, trapping her on the cold floor, and her eyes made their way up passed the boots to his full calves, muscular thighs, graceful hips, armoured abs and broad shoulders to look directly into a pair of ebony eyes. She had never seen such eyes before. Goku’s were black too but it did not seem so hauntingly deadly. Vegeta’s were pitch black with deadly intent while Goku’s seemed beetle black, filled with kindness and help! She had always believed that the eyes were the window to a person’s soul, did that mean that Vegeta’s soul was dark, cold and empty? Sadly, she couldn’t think of one reason to contradict that assessment of her intruder. He was a cold blooded murderer who smirked while taking a life and she could feel a dark aura that surrounded him and left only despair in its wake. Was that how she was meant to meet her end? Looking into the eyes of a blackened soul before taking her last breath? Well if that was to be then she was not going to die while cowering in fear. No, she would die looking her murderer in his eyes while she kept the essence of who she really was. She was not one to just lie down and die, that was not her. She was a spitfire, with her sharp mind, impulsive behaviour, fiery temper and smart mouth!

And at least one of her curiosities had been settled. He was a handsome being. Very handsome, indeed! His face was ruggedly defined with sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw and wide eyes but it all seemed to come together to resemble a finely sculpted gorgeous Greek God.

“What are you made of, steel?” Bulma grumbled as she tried to make herself a little less uncomfortable on the floor. After all it would be the last place she had been on while alive. Sitting up fully she placed the palms of both hands ar her sides, fingers pointing away from Vegeta, and lifted her head to look up at him.

For a rare moment, Vegeta felt confusion filter through his mind. He could smell the fear in the air around him and yet there was an odd sense of calm that penetrated through the holes of her fear. It was almost like she was accepting her faith. Then he watched her sit back casually before looking up at him. The action pushed out her full breasts, breasts that he knew were soft when it had momentarily pressed against his chest. She had a body made for fucking with her lush breasts, full hips and slender legs. Vegeta could definitely see why Zarbon had been so desperate to couple with her. At the thought of how she had sized up Zarbon, Vegeta found himself questioning why she wasn’t looking at him like that. He may not be a pretty boy who enjoyed brushing his hair the entire day or checking his reflection in any surface that would show it to him but he always took pride in himself and considered himself to be a very good looking being. He was never short of female adulation except maybe when he was on purging missions that was. And then he realized that he had done battle on Earth and she had just watched him slaughter a man in cold blood. The facts never bothered him anymore, he knew how repulsive a monster could be for he had to looked at Frieza in that way since he was ten years old. An impressionable boy who was taken from his father and raised into what he was today. He too was a monster! And that was, no doubt, the face she was seeing.

“You know, Zarbon would have fucked you to your death.” The words left his mouth before he could even contemplate them.

“Oh, and I guess you would just blast me to my death.” Bulma spat back.

Her fiery words earned her an amused smirk from Vegeta. He met her blue eyes and couldn’t look away from them for they intrigued him. They were a deep shade of blue, almost navy and he was reminded of the royal colour of his home planet. It was big, bold and beautiful, contrasting against her fair skin and delicate features. Vegeta bent before her, his legs crouched, staring directly into her blue eyes as he watched them narrow at his new stance. He felt as if he were trying to gaze into their closing depths, not wanting to stop looking into them. He had travelled the galaxy for over a decade now, visiting numerous solar systems and worlds, yet he had never come across a woman like her before. Of course he had seen beauty at its most entrancing visions before but for some reason he found himself thinking that none of the other females could compare to the woman before him.

“I could offer you the same courtesy if you like.” His words were soft and low which caused her to blush, heightening his smirk.

Bulma looked into his dark eyes. She felt as if they were trying to peer into the deepest depths of her soul and reveal all of her dark secrets. Did she have any for him to find? She had never thought of herself as a bad person, sure she was no saint and could be a little selfish on occasion but she was far from being evil, right? She couldn’t stop the flush that crossed her cheeks at his words. His raspy voice had made them seem utterly sensual and for the second time today she found herself the centre of a male’s sexual flirtations. But this time she didn’t feel scared at this man’s words, in fact she felt slightly hot and bothered by them as if they emanated a sexy heat that kissed her skin. Then she noticed the deepening of his almost feral smirk and flashes of amusement in his mostly unreadable eyes and she knew that he was toying with her. Incensed at his laughing at her expense and being a playful flirt herself Bulma thought that she could easily play his game.

“Do you always play with your food first?” she asked and found that she didn’t need to pretend as her words sounded breathy enough. She inched closer towards him, all fear momentarily forgotten, and was glad to see him look a little taken aback by her sudden change in behaviour.

Vegeta felt all the fear disappear from the female before him as he continued to look into her eyes which were now shinning playfully. His gloved hand moved to cup her face gently before trailing to hold onto her chin. He wished that his hands were bare at that very moment so he could feel if her skin was as soft as it looked. His fingers held onto her face as his eyes searched hers as if trying to figure the enigma that was this woman all the while finding the way his battle worn hands left a trail of his victory on her fair skin enticingly erotic.

Bulma felt the skin his fingers held burn at his touch and she almost forgot the dangerous situation she found herself in and the man that was touching her. She could only focus on the feel of his wet glove on her face. ‘Wet?’ Bulma thought as her eyes slowly lowered to look at his hand. Her eyes widened in renewed fear and a sense of shame washed over her at her behaviour from the sight of blue blood soaking his white glove. Zarbon’s blood. A man that was now dead! Bulma slapped his hand away from her face before standing up abruptly and moving away from him.

“I would never sleep with a monkey like you.” Bulma denied vehemently and untruthfully.

Vegeta felt her sharp words cut at him like a hot knife through butter. No one except Frieza and the very few warriors who could defeat him in battle ever insulted him with that term. And no weak warrior had ever lived if those words left their mouth. He stood up quickly and found his hand immediately wrapped around her slender neck as he lifted her frail form feet above the ground. Her eyes widened and this time pure fear permeated the air around them. Lifted off the ground she was face to face with him, her small nose touching his sharp and pointed one. He could feel her sweet breathed gasps on his face and it seemed to burn his tanned skin. Her face was turning sickly pale and her eyes were gleaming with unshed tears. He knew he was exerting a lot of strength on her fragile neck and could easily snap it with the flick of his wrist but instead he found himself staring at her intently.

Bulma felt her chest burn as she failed to breathe in any oxygen to her quickly starving lungs. The hand that was only moments ago gently caressing her face was harshly gripping her neck in a deadly fashion. Her long pink painted finger nails dug into his hand, even drawing blood from his flesh but he seemed not to notice. He was too busy squeezing the life from her.

“Wait!” Bulma sputtered, her mind reeling from ways to get her out of this deadly situation and allow her to inhale air once again. It seemed to work for his grip loosened on her slim neck. Bulma gasped greedily for air, easing its way into her starved lungs. But she decided she needed to keep talking to keep his hands from killing her. “I have a Dragon Ball. That is what you want isn’t it?” Bulma sputtered, playing the only card she could to save her life.

Vegeta felt his plagued and proud mind come back to him from his normal feelings of detachment whenever he killed. Only this time he had been so close to killing the weakling woman before him that he had been completely baffled to find his hand failing to snap her neck. Normally he would not have thought twice about killing anyone, especially at her infuriating insult, and yet at the sight of her struggling face he found his hand only squeezing her neck. It was her gasped protest that had loosened his hold on her and he felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and a tightening in his chest when he saw the skin on her neck darken from his deathly grip. ‘No, I only stopped because she had said that she possessed a Dragon Ball for me.’ Vegeta reasoned.

Bulma held onto the couch to her side, with slightly bent knees, to catch her breath. She coughed as her other hand massaged the tender skin around her neck. ‘At least I have his attention now.’ Bulma thought sarcastically to herself. ‘And I could have just saved my life or prolonged my death long enough for someone else to come in and save me.’

“Well then, give me the Ball and I will forget your stupid words.” Vegeta spat.

Bulma searched his coal black eyes but could read nothing but contempt for her in their depths. “First promise me that you won’t kill me. If I give you the Ball you must leave and leave me alone. Alive!” Bulma bargained.

“Why don’t I just kill you and turn this pitiful place upside down to find the Ball.” Vegeta said. However he felt a slight bit of admiration for her quick brain and sharp tongue.

“Because you won’t be able to find it here, even if you search every corner of this tiny place.” Bulma was quick to retort.

“And why is that?” Vegeta asked in his usually bored tone while his hands crossed habitually against his chest, however he was anything but bored. He was intrigued to know how this weak female from a weak race had managed to hide a Dragon Ball of such a mass that even a Saiyan of his class couldn’t find.

“Just promise you will leave me alive and I will give it to you.” Bulma said calmly trying to hide all traces of fear from her voice.

“Fine!” Vegeta begrudgingly agreed, after all she couldn’t escape him, not really.  “Just remember though ....” Vegeta spoke softly, threateningly. “I can sense your energy. A little trick I picked up while on your little mud ball Planet.” He assured her stepping threateningly close to her. He watched her nod before scurrying of past him and towards the door she had tried to escape through before.

Bulma sighed in relief as she entered her temporary bedroom without Vegeta behind her. It wasn’t much of an improvement but she was glad to have put some distance between them. She needed the breathing space. Not only from him but for her deprived lungs as well. She was now very glad that she had encapsulated the Dragon Ball when it had first come into her possession. She was about to go over to the bedside drawer when the white curtains covering her window fluttered towards her. ‘Strange.’ Bulma thought. ‘I’m inside a cave, there really can’t be a breeze to move my curtains.’ And then she saw it! Bulma let out an ear piercing scream but it was cut short when she found herself pressed roughly against a wall and a strong pair of something clamped around her throat for the second time that day!

Vegeta looked around the tiny house that the woman occupied. He was certain that the Earthlings had only arrived recently as they would have definitely succeeded in collecting more Balls than Frieza had for the Namekians were a sentimental bunch of fools and he knew they would have happily handed over the Dragon Balls for the Earthlings “good” cause. So there was no way the woman could have built this house in that amount of time, even with the help of adequate warriors, and inside this blasted cave too.

He wandered over to a little table that was cluttered with odd pieces of metal, wires and scraps of paper. He picked up a sheet of dog eared paper and his eyebrows shot up. They were intricate designs of what looked like technological devices. Had the woman done this? The writing on the ends of the page, depicting notes on the drawings, was small and neat, each letter curved perfectly. Feminine! Vegeta decided, placing the drawings, which he supposed were blue prints of some kind, back down onto the round wooden table and turned around to glare at the door where the woman had gone through. He could still feel her meagre energy inside and was about to go investigate as to what she was up to in there when an ear splitting scream assaulted his sensitive Saiyan hearing.

He felt the woman’s energy spike in fear and he moved towards her with lightning fast speed. It was the first time he had acted without analyzing the situation first and the only excuse he could come up with was curiosity and the fact that she had promised him a bloody Dragon Ball. He kicked the door open and searched the dark room with his senses and eyes. Before his sharp sight fell upon them he had already felt another energy level inside the room. She, the unusually blue haired woman, was at the other end of the room pinned against a wall by a blue hand with only three fat and pudgy fingers. At his appearance the attacker looked at Vegeta, a smug smile on his ugly fish lips making his hideously bumpy face look more scary than happy.

“Burter!” Vegeta spat, addressing a member of Frieza’s strongest team – The Ginyu Force.

“Ah Vegeta, my Scouter did me well.” Burter spoke in his scratchy hissing voice, using his free hand to tap the green device covering one eye.

“What the fuck do you want here?” Vegeta questioned, completely ignoring the flustered woman still in Burter’s grasp. He ignored the fact that he wasn’t too pleased with Burter’s stance at the moment. ‘Obviously because he had no doubt Burter wanted to kill him and or steal his Dragon Ball.’

“Frieza called for backup. And here we are.” Burter explained. “With our Scouters, there’s nowhere to hide now.”

‘Shit!’ Vegeta mentally cursed. He was quite confident that he could take on the Ginyu Force at his current power but they were a detour he couldn’t afford with Frieza still lurking around. He knew he had to act fast or he could find himself in yet another battle. In normal circumstances he would have been thrilled at the chance to fight and kill The Ginyu force, one by enjoyably one, making each death more painful and uglier than the previous but now was not the time. With Guldo, Recoome, Jeice and Ginyu himself on Namek Vegeta should probably just blast of the Planet and into space for Frieza would have enough time to collect all the other Dragon Balls while the Lizard’s faithful servants took care of all interruptions. It would be too easy for them to sense energy levels but Vegeta would not give up. He would succeed or he would die trying!

“I see you’ve found a little play mate Vegeta. Is she any good?” Burter leered as he turned to look at the blue haired woman with red eyes empty of any pupils.

Bulma felt herself shudder in disgust. She couldn’t believe she was being accosted yet again. Only this time the thing before her was completely disgusting. He resembled a very badly deformed fish and Bulma wished she could scratch out his lecherous eyes. The thought was most unlike her and yet she felt a sudden sense of fear that if she could not harm the monster before her then she could kiss her life good bye because Vegeta didn’t look like he was about to help her out. The hideous blue alien was holding onto her strongly yet he was not trying to strangle her as Vegeta had done previously.

Vegeta felt a sudden rush of anger invade his body at the way Burter studied the woman pinned against the wall. Without thinking he formed an energy ball in his hand. Burter obviously didn’t know that Vegeta’s strength had increased tenfold and he had not only underestimated his opponent but allowed himself to be distracted by the female in his hold. All great warriors knew that the difference between a good blow and a deadly one was only a single second of advantage. Using increased speed and precise aim Vegeta quickly released the ball of energy which flew straight towards Burter’s head. The fool was only able to turn his head in time so the energy exploded directly in his face decapitating the blue alien.

Bulma watched in horror as the flash of energy rendered her attacker headless. Blood sprayed her face and her eyes shut instinctively as her head turned to the side. His limp body fell to her feet at and awkward angle. It was only then that an endlessly terrified scream escaped her throat and yet to her ears it seemed like no sound came from her mouth. But some sound must have come out for Vegeta was shaking her by her arms roughly telling her to calm down. She was hysterical but what did Vegeta expect, an alien was just decapitated right before her eyes while his yellow blood marred her face. She had never been that close to death before, she had never been that close to murder before! But she soon felt light headed as Vegeta continued to shake her like a rag doll. Feeling the taxing events of the day catch up to her, Bulma sagged against Vegeta’s chest which looked strangely comforting to her in her present state. However the Saiyan did not catch her or continue to hold her. Instead he let her go and she fell ungraciously to her knees. But she came into direct contact with Burter’s dead, dead headless body and she shot to her feet with renewed vigour.

Ignoring the presence of the looming Saiyan before her Bulma ran to the bathroom. She immediately went over to the basin but didn’t dare look in the mirror. She rubbed at her face with water and tried desperately not to throw up as she watched the clear water colour lightly with blood turning it into a sickly pale yellow that reminded her of wet pus. When the water started to run transparently again Bulma lifted her head and courageously looked into the mirror. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks and yet she could only tell that she was crying from the warmth of the almost invisible droplets on her cold skin and the salty taste on her lips. It was odd, she always thought of herself as an adventurous soul and didn’t think she could see weirder stuff than she had while roaming the lands with Goku and yet she had not realized how sheltered she had been. She had never seen death so closely before. Even Zarbon’s death had been watched through hazy eyes. She had still felt apart from it all even though it had affected her. But Burter’s death had been right before her eyes, while he held her in his arms. She could still feel his warm blood spray her skin and she could swear that she still saw the yellow trails and sputters on her face. She had never been that close to death before!

“You will be able to see the blood for a long time to come woman. You are weak, only a strong mind will be able to overcome the reality of the situation.”

Bulma’s blue eyes met dark ones in the mirror. Normally she would have sworn at Vegeta for coming in without her permission and giving her an opinion she didn’t ask for. Yet his voice sounded almost understanding, it was not noticeable but she seemed to pick up on it. He was someone who killed all the time, a man who had litres of blood on his hands and could possibly see them every day. He did understand!

“You didn’t kill him woman, and even if you had tried to he would have killed you before you could take in a breath.”

“My name is Bulma, not woman!” Bulma snapped and was glad that she had not lost herself completely.

He was right, she hadn’t killed Burter however she felt guilty for being there, for thinking how she wanted to harm him and most of all for not caring that Burter had died. He would have killed her if he was still alive, or worse, raped her. It was the worst kind of hell a woman could go through, having her body violated, it was a fate worse than death! ‘It wasn’t my faulty.’ Her mind reasoned as if trying to expel the guilt from her shoulders.

Vegeta didn’t know why he had come into the bathroom to check on the woman, no Bulma. Or why he had shaken her from her hysterical state either but all he could see then was her haunted blue eyes and pale face eating at what little conscience he did have left. When he had come into the bathroom he had seen what she had. The blood! No matter how many times you washed yourself, scrubbing yourself clean until your skin was raw, you would always see the blood tainting you. Yet he had never thought about it. He was used to seeing blood. Fresh blood leaving his victims, dried blood on his own garments and even his own blood from Frieza’s beatings. So seeing the imaginary blood on his hands was nothing he couldn’t handle. However the woman before him was weak, seeing death for the first time, it would take some time for her to adapt to the fact.

“I don’t care woman, just give me my Dragon Ball. Now!” Vegeta demanded becoming increasingly annoyed with his reactions to this weak female. This woman’s mental state was of no concern to him.

Bulma inhaled deeply. She needed to regain some sense of normalcy, so all she had to do was pretend that the last twenty minutes had not happened. She reached for a towel and gently patted her face, moving wet strands of her hair behind her ear. She walked out from her bathroom moving past Vegeta who stood aside for her to pass, leaning against the door ledge, arms folded across his muscular chest.

She walked towards her drawer, avoiding looking at the place where she knew Burter was lying, dead, and placed her finger where a handle should be. Moments later the door slid smoothly opened revealing a blue and white capsule. Vegeta came to stand next to her and she was glad for his presence there. Although, when she turned to face Vegeta she noticed Burter’s dead body was not on the floor anymore, which must have been incinerated by Vegeta. The aliens his blood still stained her once clean white floor though. Bulma ignored the mess and walked out of the room. Going back into the lounge she finally felt like she could breathe again and so she filled her lungs with mouthfuls of air. She turned around to see Vegeta frowning behind her and before his patience could wear out Bulma pressed the tiny button on the end of the capsule before throwing it at Vegeta’s feet.

Vegeta had been ready to blast the little object Bulma had thrown at him but found it concealed in a puff of pink odourless smoke. He had not over reacted for some how he didn’t think the woman had any intentions of harming him in her current state. He was sure that all she wanted now was to get rid of him as quickly as possible. He bent to pick up the large orange ball, that had appeared from nowhere when the smoke had settled. Secretly he was impressed by this piece of technology but did not make an attempt to acknowledge it in any form. He silently marvelled at the fact that the woman was obviously a Scientist of some sort and thus possessed alluring beauty and remarkable intelligence. A rare combination indeed! After ensuring the Ball was the not fake he smirked evilly at its weight in his hand. Now all he had to do was find the other six Balls that he had cleverly hid from Frieza by throwing them into the mountains and water. Without looking at the woman before him he made his way towards the exit. He didn’t get far though as a pair of small hands latched onto his arms.

He shrugged her hold off before turning to face her, using his black eyes to question her, a scowl on his handsome face.

“You’re leaving?”

Vegeta looked taken aback by her question. “That was the deal was it not? I leave you alive when I get my Dragon Ball.”

Bulma didn’t know why she had stopped him from leaving especially since he wasn’t going to kill her and yet she felt strangely hurt that he was walking away from her without so much as a second glance in her direction. It wasn’t as though she wanted him to stay exactly or to have any interest in her it was just that she was terrified of being alone! She was so terrified that she would even take Vegeta’s presence at that moment.

“Yes. Yes, it was.” Bulma swallowed not knowing what to say next but the words flowed freely from her lips. “But I would be all alone. What if another one of those monsters found me?”

Vegeta was momentarily at a loss for words! She was already in the presence of a monster. Didn’t she see it? He could kill her without batting an eyelash, she should be afraid of him and yet she was asking him to stay with her? To protect her? Oddly he found that he wanted to offer her some sort of reassurance only he couldn’t bring his prideful self to stay with her. She was no concern of his. Then he felt it, a familiar energy level heading towards them.

“I am not your babysitter woman.” His words were cold and yet his tone was not. He stood still, watching her for long moments. Embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze Bulma lowered hers.

Vegeta felt strangely when her blue eyes dropped from focussing on him. Who was this woman? Should he kill her? No! He had no reason to, she was harmless. Then why was he still standing there? He had no time to ponder the answer as the bald headed Earth warrior entered the room. The short man looked from Vegeta to Bulma in utter bewilderment and then his surprise turned to concern.

“Bulma, are you alright?” Krillin asked nervously.

“I’m fine. Vegeta just wanted our Ball. So unless you’re going to fight him for it I think we should just let him leave.” Bulma knew it was a low blow administering such a challenge to Krillin who had no hope of defeating Vegeta yet she was glad her friend was back now and she just wanted Vegeta to leave. There was no reason for him to stay.

“Why you big bully. I should have just killed you when I had the chance.” Krillin angrily yet courageously cursed. All his words did was earn him a cold and gruff laugh from the Saiyan.

“That was your mistake chrome dome. Now if you will excuse me, I have a wish to make.” Vegeta smirked before leaving in an instant as if he were never there to begin with. All Krillin could do was grit his teeth and clench his fists but a surprising hug from Bulma, who had flung herself awkwardly at his short body, erased all thoughts about the cruel Saiyan from  his mind. That and the whack he received from his friend on the head.

“Ow.” He moaned rubbing his bald and shiny head.

“You jerk, leaving me all alone to fight off crazy killers.” Bulma’s voice broke as she buried herself in Krillin’s arms while her knees sat on the floor. A strangled sob left her throat and she knew that after she had calmed down enough Krillin would be filled in on her little adventure!

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