Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate's Coincidences ❯ Chapter 6

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

Bulma was fuming! And it was all Vegeta’s fault. Because he was an arrogant, conceited, selfish … oh who was she kidding? The list could go on forever.


He had refused to stay on at Planet Yadrat – something that she hadn’t minded after the incident that had nearly landed her in hot waters yet again – but he had also refused to stay in one place.


“I have other business that I need to attend to and I can not be delayed!”, was his arrogant reply.


And so she had had no choice in the matter. He had somehow managed to knick the Capsule that contained her ship and told her he would only return it to her when she had fixed the problem that she had created. Of course she had argued with him for the further into space they traveled, the further away from home she was. And she was not looking forward to traveling back home all by herself. Of course that did not bother him in the least because simply put – he did not care!


And so they had been traveling for a few weeks now and it was not easy on either of them. If Bulma was feeling kindly towards him, she would have admitted that Vegeta really did not get in her way, not even to check up on how she was doing with completing the reversal for her ED gun. While she really enjoyed irritating him every chance she got! He spent most of his time training in increased gravity while she worked in the ships bedroom. That had been a concern for her, the fact that there was only one bedroom and bathroom, but Vegeta had easily solved that problem. He had told her that he only needed about a few hours of sleep everyday and that when he was tired then she should make herself scarce.


She had bristled at his arrogant assumption that she would arrange her times to suit him but had then ignored him. After all, he basically lived in the control room! But to her surprise he had only ever went into the bedroom when she was wide awake and roaming the small ship. Meaning she had also used a little table out of the bedroom to work on while he slept in the room. And like he had told her, he did only require a couple hours of sleep daily. But it was the hours that she required sleep that got to her. The indented pillow always smelled of his musky scent and he never made the bed, after using it, leaving the sheets erotically creased and Bulma would toss and turn, imaging him lying naked on the bed – with her. With a very naked her! Sighing at the predictable route her thoughts so often went right now Bulma though back to the progress she was making on reversing the result of her ED gun.


“I thought you would be breathing down my neck every second until I solved the problem?” She had questioned his lack of interest.


“I don’t need to since you keep me so well informed, now do I.” He had shot back irritably and Bulma had felt her cheeks warm at the sarcastic comment.


Why wouldn’t she keep him updated on her progress or discuss the minor glitches she was encountering or explain exactly what she was doing at that moment? It was all for him! And so what if he didn’t understand the terminology involved, or what should be done next, she could see in his eyes and the way he would frown or ask her a question now and then that he was completely on par with what she was doing. He was an intelligent man who she could communicate with intellectually and yet he refused to keep her company.


And therein lay the problem itself. He didn’t want to keep her company! In fact, he had referred to her as pestering, annoying and foolish on every occasion that they did speak. But Bulma was getting lonely in space and he was the only breathing thing that she could communicate with on their travels. She had suggested that they live at a planet for the time being but he had shot that idea to hell. Vegeta insisted that they keep moving. Where to, she hadn’t a clue! However, she was positively certain that Vegeta had a specific destination in mind. So now she had no one besides him to communicate with. It wasn’t her fault he was so antisocial. Kami, just getting out a single reply from him was such difficult work – unless he was running a string of insults at her – that she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have a real conversation with him.


Bulma sighed heavily. It was true that she disliked Vegeta but she also couldn’t deny the fact that she found him deeply attractive. It was his ridiculous hair style, although hilarious, somehow that gravity defying spikes made him look completely gorgeous. It was those deep dark, fathomless eyes that always felt like he could see right through her. It was the way he looked down that aristocratic nose of his, the way his sensual lips quirked into that devilish smirk of his and yet never once had she seen him fully smile. It was the graceful way he waked with such pride and confidence in every sinew of muscle that she could not help but be drawn to his pure masculinity. She had never felt such an extreme reaction of lust for any other man in her entire life before – not even Yamcha. And it was that which scared her the most! She should not be lusting over a cold blooded murderer who did not care about her.


And it was that as well that made Bulma’s blood boil. She was aware of her own beauty and attractiveness and yet Vegeta seemed incredibly immune to her feminine appeal. He avoided her like the plague, rarely ever spoke to her – even when she spoke to him – and never ever looked at her in any way to show her he might want her. Not that she wanted him to want her, she had told her self on numerous occasions but she found his lack of interest in her unnerving. She had never been insecure about herself as a woman before and yet just being in Vegeta’s presence made Bulma question her desirability as a woman. They were two adults, stuck together in the confinements of space, and while she found him extremely attractive he seemed untouched by those same feelings. She guessed it was a case of feminine pride. Every girl wanted to be noticed by a man, no matter who he was, because she liked the idea of feeling attractive and desirable. But she got nothing of that from Vegeta.


She was seriously tempted to think that he batted for the other team but somehow that idea was so laughable! She couldn’t even begin to imagine a man like Vegeta, who was just so male in every sense, being gay. Besides, she would never forget how he had reacted to a shirt that she had given him when she had noticed he had only the armor and training suit from Namek on his back. After purchasing a few essentials for herself she had seen a shirt that her humorous side had thought would suit him perfectly, with the words “Bad Man” printed in big bold letters on its back. And yet he had flustered and cursed and ripped the shirt apart for having her even suggest he wear the color pink. She had to admit, she found his reaction to the shirt much more hilarious than the thought of him actually wearing it!


“Is this for a man or woman?”


And it was those very words that cleared any small doubts that she may have conjured up about his sexual preferences. For he had seemed completely disbelieving when she had told him that men too could wear pink.


So he had roamed around the ship shirtless for a while and it was something that Bulma could not handle. His bare chest was perfect, except for a scar that ran diagonally along his chest and stomach – which she assumed was from a recent battle for she now knew that Saiyan genetics could heal with out the remnants of scars – and yet it only added to his sex appeal. His shoulders were broad, his chest muscular and his abs firm and flat. God, how she had drooled over his body! And finally when she couldn’t handle salivating over him without touching that corded strength or tasting his golden skin she had designed him a few more spandex suits and body armors to parade around in, for even in those molding material he looked utterly edible.


Shaking her head to clear her lust infused mind Bulma continued to walk down through the market place on the Planet they had stopped at. She needed a few more parts to create a gun that would reverse the result of her ED gun and so Vegeta had suggested that they stop here. He had refused to accompany her though and it was something else that delivered another blow to her ego as an attractive woman.


“But what if something were to happen to me?” she had all but cried at him.


“I don’t really care?” he had replied nonchalantly.


“Who would help you then you cold hearted bastard?” she had screamed at him, boiling anger never bubbling far from the surface when she was around him.


All he did was smirk infuriatingly at her. “I would find someone else.”


“Then why am I here?” she had challenged.


“It was convenient.”


“So it wouldn’t matter if I leave then?” That had at least seemed to anger him for his eyes had narrowed and that smug smirk had turned into a tight line.


“If you value your life and the lives of those idiots you care about on Earth I would suggest you do not even think of such a thing.”


She had gulped at the way his threatening voice had sounded so deadly cold making her shiver at the way his words seemed to ice over her skin. Seeing that his threat had had the desired effect he had walked closer towards her and it had taken all of Bulma’s willpower not to move away from him and stand her ground. The intensity of his gaze was so powerful that it actually aroused her more than any of Yamcha’s touches had ever done! For she did not feel that she was in danger of loosing her life in his presence anymore.


After all he had saved her before, and from what Goku had told her she felt that Vegeta always had a reason for his killing. Even if it were wrongly justified! On Namek she had thought that Vegeta desired her but the way he often looked at her now she knew the look for what it truly was – intimidation! Dark, dangerous and deadly intimidation which seemed to have to complete opposite effect on her. Instead of running scared or nodding compliantly to fulfill his wishes Bulma felt herself becoming undeniably aroused by it. She was embarrassingly aware that he had heightened senses and was positive he could smell the pheromones she released whenever she was around him. Unfortunately it was not something she could control. No matter how hard she tried she was always aroused in his presence. And that’s when he would tower over her, their bodies a mere breath apart, his voice lowered to a seductive pitch and his eyes boring into her as they roved her body.


“I am still quite capable of sensing energy levels woman and if your weakling ass does need saving then I will grudgingly oblige.” He had mocked her and she had seemed somewhat relieved that he wouldn’t just let her die. Even if it was only because he needed her.


“Oh.” Was her breathless reply as she couldn’t think of a smart comeback when he was that close to her, his musky scent invading her nostrils and the warmth from his body and breath penetrating through her fragile defenses?


She could so easily fling back cutting retorts and demeaning insults during their frequent verbal  battles but always when he was that close to her she felt her breath catch and her heart pound. He was so unbelievably sexy that Bulma could not stop her nipples from sensitizing and her inner thighs from throbbing.


“Besides, you are quite capable of taking care of yourself, on this Planet, with all your ridiculous little toys.” And it was those very words that had helped her regain her composure for he had taken her ED Gun and destroyed it, claiming that he did not want to be near that thing again. He had also advised her not to create another like it for it could be dangerous in the wrong hands. And she would be a target amongst the Don’s of the Universe if they had ever found out about her ability to create such inventions. She knew arguing with him would have proved pointless but that didn’t stop her until he had ignored every one of her protests. She knew he was right of course, and she didn’t wish to be some monsters target, yet her ED gun had been a security measure and without it she felt extremely vulnerable. Something she was increasingly feeling in Vegeta’s dominating presence. She was about to dredge up the old argument that all she had was her Scouter when he had spoke again.


“Here.” He had said, placing something small in the palm of her hand. She could only focus on its content when he had removed his palm from hers, oh so slowly, his fingers brushing hers at the ends, and the electric sensations had seemed to fade.


To say she was surprised when he had handed her a Credit Chip would be an understatement. It was not that she thought him destitute, which his insulted expression told her that was what he thought she had believed, but she was shocked over they way he had so casually handed it over to her. Vegeta was not someone who would entrust over anything personal to another being and she was flabbergasted at the gesture!


“You trust me with this?” she had asked, not bothering to hide the incredulity in her tone or on her face, while she waved the chip across his face.


He had taken awhile to reply, considering his answer with great care because he knew just how much his answer would say. “Yes.” It was that one word, said so blandly and yet so firmly that Bulma could not stop the radiant smile that lit up her face. They both knew that somewhere along the line of their heated arguments, ferocious insults and Bulma’s lust for him, they had come to a mutual understanding of acceptance and trust. It was not much really, but when it came to a man like Vegeta it was a lot! And somehow, she couldn’t help but feel that it was only just the beginning for them. However, Vegeta being one who always had to maintain the façade of being the meanest person in the Universe, had ruined that one moment of open camaraderie between the two by his next statement.


“After all, its only one of the many that I possess. And the one currently in your hand only holds enough funds for the necessities you require.” Bulma had been so infuriated with his words and from her earlier anger that she had glowered at him in the hope that he would wither under her gaze for she could not think of a single insult that would have done her justice in that situation. However, he had given her a triumphant smirk which had seriously made Bulma want to hit him over the head. Clenching her fists tightly, nearly crushing the chip in her palm, Bulma had turned around, hands on hips and walked out of the ship!


Even now though, after an hour of shopping her anger had yet to abate. She had not been excited by the variety of mechanical parts that were displayed as if for her very own satisfaction as her mind was twisted full with thoughts of Vegeta.

”Urgh!” Bulma let out a disgusted grunt. She was becoming obsessed with the man. She had to stop pinning over him like some luck sick puppy. Taking in deep breaths to calm the raging inferno of both her anger and her desire, Bulma adjusted the brown bag in her hand, lifted her head proudly and began to walk back to the ship with a new found indifference towards a certain Saiyan Prince.


Although she had barely walked three steps forward when a large poster on a stall nearby attracted her attention. She went over to the picture of a very familiar face and at the words printed boldly on the paper Bulma felt all her earlier resolutions drain from her body as her anger started to flare once again. “Oh, I’m going to kill that man!”


“Prince Vegeta.”


“My Lord.”


Vegeta smirked arrogantly at the bowing forms of two potentially great soldiers. He acknowledged their greeting and was more than pleased to see the single Saiyan with his right fist clenched tightly over his chest. The sign of respect all Saiyans gave to their royalty. They stood again but stood compliantly before him, waiting to gain favor with their new leader.


“What do you have for me Turles?”


Vegeta questioned one of the few remaining Saiyans left. Turles was a low level soldier in Frieza’s ranks and Vegeta couldn’t help but smirk for he was a third class Saiyan as well. Some people never did amount to anything even when given a second chance. And in this world, where strength was everything, Vegeta knew he was placed in a great place of dominance. However it seemed like Turles was getting a third chance at amounting to something for serving the Prince directly and siding with a future ruler of the Universe would put Turles in a position of unquestioned power.


“We have been trying to rally as much of our old comrades as possible but it has not been all that easy. King Cold and Cooler have been offering them employment.”


Vegeta only half listened to Turles’ speech as it was news that he was well aware of and had plans to counter attack. He knew he could not gain the Universe’s favor so easily. Especially considering the fact that people were still weary of that none had witnessed him make the Legendary transformation and defeat Frieza. Neither which he had done but the fact that he was a powerful Saiyan known to people did put him in the top spot of being the Saiyan who had killed Frieza. And he had been on Planet Namek when it had happened. Turles wasn’t! And both Nappa and Radditz were dead. So others, who were a little less cynical, were more likely to believe Vegeta had been the one to defeat Frieza. Something, which Vegeta would use to his full advantage. After all, he would reach the pinnacle of Saiyan strength, one way or another!


“Yes, I am aware of that fact.” Vegeta said uninterestedly. He knew that King Cold and Cooler stood to loose much more than Frieza’s soldiers if they did not try to intimidate the men on their kin’s list. They could have an uprising amongst their own trusted men if people started to believe that there was someone out there who was strong enough to defeat the Cold family. The Lizards, mainly Cold and Frieza, had ruled with brute force, blackmail and fear. The fear Vegeta did not mind so much, for it kept subjects in line, but as a Universal ruler it was important to gain loyalty for any uprising, especially if it were successful, could prove to be detrimental to your power!


Turles nodded as if he knew this fact and was just briefing his master on the situation at hand. His resemblance to Kakarot was uncanny and Vegeta didn’t like it one bit. But Turles was showing he wanted to do Vegeta’s bidding and was making an impression on his Prince so Vegeta pushed the thought away. “It has come to our knowledge that King Cold has placed a bounty on your head My Prince.”


Vegeta couldn’t help but smirk at the way Turles spoke the words. It was not something Vegeta was aware of but he had anticipated the foolish Cold to do something like this sooner or later. But Turles had managed to convey the words without insulting his superior and yet did not sound as if he were licking his Prince’s boots.


It was truly an advantage that people seemed to follow like sheep, flocking behind another for guidance and ruling. He thanked that idiot Frieza for openly voicing that any man strong enough to defeat him could rule over his Kingdom. The Lizard had not believed that any mere mortal alive could accomplish that feat and so he had naively made his arrogant claims. Unaware that he was planting the seeds for a possibly better future in the minds of his subjects. Claims that Vegeta had no right to of course but was using to his full advantage. It worked immensely in his favor that a Saiyan – and an assumed dead Saiyan at that – defeated Frieza. For the only people who knew about Kakarot, besides himself, were either dead or had no bearing on his future plans whatsoever!


It was also something, he had honestly, not even remembered until the woman before him – and his eyes turned to look at her as she stood next to Turles – had bowed to his feet. He had been killing of all those people who remained loyal to Frieza while searching the Universe for Kakarot. It had been an entirely pleasurable pastime to wipe off all the scum that had bowed before the Lizard tyrant and had had the audacity to look down their noses at the powerful Saiyan Prince while they continued to kiss their Lizard master’s feet. It had been more so when no one even came close to matching his strength and made his fun all the more easy, especially when their last words had been to try and reinforce the protection law of Frieza’s treaty. But not Ren! As soon as she had seen Vegeta, she had given him a sultry smile and bowed to her knees addressing him as “My Lord”, the way she had just a moment ago.


Vegeta had known Ren for a very long time. She had been young when her Planet had been invaded by Frieza and she had been taken for her exotic beauty as a sex slave in Frieza’s filthy harem. But it was soon discovered that she had impressive strength and combined with her feminine wiles she would be a deadly soldier. She had then been used to do Frieza’s dirty work, just as Vegeta had been used. Vegeta had met her during a pit stop to Planet Cold and her beauty and seductive curves had obviously caught his eye. With her long tresses a rich shade of blue black, her glowing pale skin, her feline shaped eyes that were a glassy shade of blue, her wide mouth that curved sensually and her full bosom coupled with long, supple legs, she was every mans sexual fantasy. She had sent him subtle signs for awhile and so they had engaged in a brief affair. Although it was the longest that Vegeta had been in for she had been a very good lay. And he had enjoyed their games of coupling in secrecy for it had all added to the thrill of the great sex that they had shared.


She had been different from other woman. Vegeta had never entertained himself with pleasure slaves and had never taken pleasure in forcing a woman either and this woman had intrigued him. But she had always kept herself aloof, drawing him to her even more. He had thought it was because he had never before been would a person who had worked for Frieza for having that in common meant you would most likely run into each other if you were still alive. A complication that Vegeta did not want to have for the fear of a woman conspiring against him. He did after all have a number of enemies. If he had felt sexually frustrated he had always chosen a woman he knew death would allow him never to see again. But she had tempted him beyond his boundaries and he had willing given in. It had been fun for a while because she seemed to understand the rules of their affair.


She never spoke of herself or asked him to make conversation with her and always left his room – if they had made it that far and not engaged in hot sex behind training facilities or down dark corridors – after their trysts and had been wise enough to be discreet. But more than that they had shared a common ground in their obvious hatred for Frieza. She must have been the only one, besides himself, who had blatantly disrespected Frieza or challenged him at ever turn. And she knew she would stay alive for not only was she very valuable to the Planet Trade Organization, but Frieza had always found her antics amusing for she was not a threat to the Lizard. And although she had never really feared Vegeta, she had respected him for himself. For the young man he had been, ruthlessly killing to survive. She had never judged him!


However they had not been discreet enough for a month into their affair Frieza had found out about the sexual relationship from the grapevine at Planet Cold. Something that Zarbon had been well involved in and had not hesitated to telltale to Frieza. The Lizard had then ensured that Ren and Vegeta’s assignments had always been on different ends of the Universe. A fact that neither Ren nor Vegeta challenged but accepted as if they always knew that their mutual pleasure would end at one point or another. However they had met, quite by chance, a few times after the end of their affair, and had engaged in some heated sexual trysts.


But now, looking at her lush body and the teasing glint in her eyes, Vegeta did not feel an iota of desire for her. And all he could think about was how easily Bulma affected him by just being in his presence!


He had kept a close watch on her energy level throughout the morning to ensure that she was safe. He kept telling himself that it wasn’t because he cared what happened to her but because he needed her if he ever wanted to regain the use his energy. He didn’t care about the infuriating woman but he had admitted that he found her distractingly desirable. She was completely different from Ren. Bulma worried about how much he trained, when he ate, where he slept and what he wore. At first it had been truly annoying! Normally anyone who showed any interest in him was after something but for the life of him he couldn’t imagine what she would want from him.


And after days turned into weeks he had realized that she genuinely wanted nothing from him – if you excluded the fact that she was panting after his body that is. It was truly amusing to see the way her creamy skin flushed at his nearness, her big, bold eyes darkening with desire, the way her pink tongue flicked out to nervously moisten her full lips, the way her breasts swelled at him being close to her, her nipples peaking for his attention and most of all the way the sweet, heady scent of her arousal assaulted his nostrils. ‘Fuck!’ Just thinking about her reaction to him now was making him hard and he was in the middle of something very important. He didn’t understand how she could affect him with only her presence and so to prove his control was not slipping from him he had avoided taking her as her body was so desperately begging him to do so. Only it wasn’t very amusing when he found himself in a constant state of arousal because of her!


But he had told himself that once she had restored his energy to his use and it was time for her to leave, he would have her! He would reward his self control with the pleasures of her body making a wicked smirk tug at his lips when he thought about all the ways he would punish her for making him want her so badly!  


“My Lord?” it was Ren’s husky enquiry that had brought back Vegeta from his erotic fantasies and he turned to face her before regaining his senses. He then continued to address them both.


“I expected Cold to try something like this. He would not let Frieza’s death go unpunished of course.” Vegeta said.


“But why hasn’t Cooler joined in on his fathers plot for revenge. Apart from offering Frieza’s men a new alliance he has not taken any other measures to avenge his brother’s death.”


Vegeta was glad that Ren had decided to side with him for she was also highly intelligent and it would have been a great loss to his plans if he had to kill her that faithful day. “Cooler did not much care for his brother. Frieza was Cold’s favorite son. And Cooler hated that and the fact that he was given less Planets to rule and even lesser free rein to do as he pleased.” Vegeta explained. “If Cold is taken out of the picture Cooler will be able to claim both his brother’s and father’s territory.”


“So Cooler is waiting for you to take down King Cold?” Turles asked incredulously. “But isn’t he scared that he will be next?”


“Of course.” Vegeta smirked. “But Cooler is not a brainless brute like his father and brother. He is not driven by arrogance and strength. He is driven by cold calculation and ruthless planning. He wouldn’t outright challenge me if he was not one hundred percent sure he could defeat me. He is not greedy and would not find it plausible to loose what he has for more.”


“But Cooler is almost as strong as Frieza was, and after what you have just said I can’t possibly imagine him wanting to share with you. You’re a Saiyan and apart from that he has waited along time for this.” Ren said a frown creasing her forehead.


It was something that Vegeta was no doubt aware of but if he could become a Super Saiyan, which he no doubt would in time, then no one would be a threat to him.


“But you are forgetting that Prince Vegeta is a Super Saiyan and only Cold would be stupid enough to challenge that.” Turles told Ren and Vegeta worked hard at keeping his cool mask in place.  He was glad that he had immediately gotten a Saiyan on board for his future plans because only a Saiyan would understand the enormity of the Legendary transformation. It was a story that never went untold amongst the Saiyan and one that was always believed would be achieved by the Prince himself. Vegeta had been born with a fierce energy level that had put all previous heirs to the throne of Vegeta to shame. But that had not been enough and for so long he had been viewed as just another of Frieza’s minions, albeit with much more fear for his Saiyan strength, but still not the royalty he deserved to be acknowledged as!


He hadn’t actually lied. He had just never told them that he was or was not a Super Saiyan. He had just omitted to tell them the truth leaving them to believe that he was! After the rumors surrounding Frieza’s death that was what everyone had assumed and it would have decimated Vegeta’s pride to say otherwise. But now Ren turned her shrewd eyes onto him and it took all of his self control not to blast her into the next dimension. Instead he coolly raised his eyebrows and questioned mockingly, “Do you doubt my ability as the strongest being alive?”


“Of course not.” Ren denied. “I just thought that if we had seen the transformation it would be easier to make others believe in it. Besides showing people will give them more cause to stand with you My Lord.”


“This is hardly the time or place for me to do so. And I would not like to draw attention to myself until I am well and ready and the timing suits me perfectly. Like killing Cold before all those he has called upon to witness my downfall!” Vegeta said surreptitiously her unasked request using his arrogance and confidence to hide his apprehension.


“Of course Prince Vegeta.” Turles eagerly chimed in and Vegeta was pleased to see Ren accept his explanation.


“Moving on.” Vegeta said with all the air of a ruler in charge of his people for decades. He was born to do this and it all felt right to him! He was truly reveling in his new found authority!


“Cold is waiting for you at your next stop.” Turles elaborated on Vegeta’s cryptic words.


It was something that Vegeta had anticipated but the idea of Cold waiting for him on a Planet he was not very far from made Vegeta edgy. He had not yet gotten his energy back and how could he make the transformation to the Legendary without his energy?


“Yes, he obviously wants a massive audience to witness what would happen to anyone who dared rise against the Cold family. He can not afford an uproar or deflection from his people.” Ren added wisely.


And Vegeta nodded his confirmation at her response. He opened his mouth to speak when a loud and shrill voice beat him to it.


“Vegeta you selfish, self centered self …” and her words trailed of when she came to an abrupt stop outside the control room at the sight of Ren and Turles. Although he had a very good inclination of how that sentence would have ended. … “Self obsessed bastard!” As always!


He filched at her words and cursed himself for not keeping a closer check on her energy. He had been so engrossed in his plans that her meager energy had not alerted him to her arrival, especially since it had not heightened in fear or distress. But he could feel her now and the waves of her anger were gushing solely towards him. He could hardly pretend that he didn’t know who she was for she had called his name out, among other things, and he could not dismiss her for he knew that would only provoke her. And he did not want to encourage disrespect amongst his new subjects. So he used his only other option.


Turning his gaze to his soldiers he was surprised to see both sets of eyes on Bulma. Ren was looking at her suspiciously and there was something almost challenging in her gaze. While it was Turles’ open appraisal of Bulma’s flushed face and heaving bosom that infuriated Vegeta. And it was the almost timid, unsure smile that Bulma gave to Turles that made Vegeta want to blast the other man into oblivion. Something he couldn’t do which infuriated him even more. He had not realized a primal growl had erupted from his throat until three pairs of eyes turned to look at him in undisguised surprise. Covering the growl as nothing more but trying to gain their attention Vegeta addressed Ren and Turles.


“That will be all for now. Keep me informed.”


Each regaining their composure impressively they bowed before departing from his presence but not – Vegeta noticed – without furtive looks at Bulma.


Feeling his own rage at the way Bulma affected him and her open disrespect towards him Vegeta aimed a deadly look at her with his gleaming black eyes. And accompanied with a dark scowl he inwardly smirked at her obvious swallow as he moved slowly towards her like a predator stalking its prey …


Authors Note: Ah, so have more insight on Vegeta's plans to take over the Universe (rolling my eyes), a new character who has some history with our Prince and Turles who we all loved to hate in the DBZ movie, but who's a Saiyan, and we all love our Saiyans!!! We also have Vegeta and Bulma's desire for each other reaching boiling point and I think its going to boil over in the next Chapter. And what has Bulma seen that has gotten her so worked up? Until next time, happy reading ...


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