Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Feeding Genius ❯ The Woman's Insane! ( Chapter 9 )

Feeding Genius

Book 2 - Vegeta's POV

Chapter Nine

The Woman's Insane!

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Sweat gleams in the diffusive morning light. It pours in thick rivulets down my face, running into my eyes, stinging and blinding me in turn. I will not slow up. I have to push myself! My hand swipes the moisture away mid summersault and I land inverted to the gravity room floor.

Pissed off doesn't do justice to the explosion my anger feels right now. I flip once to skip over a ki ball, powering up as I go. I want to clear my mind, but I'm still not pushing myself far enough. Traitorous reality continues to seep in and stops me short of total concentration. I have to do more!

Only the fingers of one hand make contact as I parry the oncoming energy. It flies back the way it came and latches on to the autonomous gravity in perfect synchronicity, spinning frantically around the room.

I still can't believe she could possibly be so shallow as to use this… this… situation to her advantage!

I push the new energy into my hands and manifest it into ribbons of gold. Trailing my fingertips, I allow the energy to ripple and tag behind me as I fly millimetres above the floor and walls. "So the bitch wants to play the innocent with me? Well fuck her! I'll be off this godforsaken planet soon and then she might be sincerely sorry for what she has done!" In my frustration I add more power.

I knew it was a mistake to go to that accursed dinner meeting. Everything in my body warned me against it. I wish I had listened to it even though the cause is different now. Unfortunately I am a creature that is drawn by curiosity and I could not be happy with anything less than getting a true glimpse at Bulma in an area of her life where I had previously remained so distant. Believe me when I say if I had, had any inkling as to what these evening meetings tendered then I would have made damned well sure to attend one earlier.

Each of the ribbons now laces the room five times over. They burn and spit with electrical energy and effectively turn the gravity room into a web of white-hot ki. Normally I would not make life so difficult for myself, especially as is now, in a time of peace, but this is therapy unlike any other. Now don't get me wrong, I love to make my training as stimulating and brutal as possible, but I get the feeling that what I am about to do is damn near suicidal. Therein though lies the truth of the matter, right now, I really couldn't give a flying fuck!

The original ki ball weaves in and out and all I have to do is dodge it. This may not sound overly tricky but you have to take into account that all the time the net of power is baying to three hundred times gravity. The negative energy is being drawn together and diminishing my room to manoeuvre.

I want to train, want to focus entirely on the task at hand, but no matter how far I push my thoughts they always manage to turn against me.

She looked so damned fuckable that evening. Darn her! She had no idea how well the dark fabric clung to her and accentuated every curve. It sent me into a lust that was just as powerful as when I first had the privilege to share that delicious body of hers and she knew it. Fuck! It appeared to me that everyone in the damned room was just as sensible to her allurements as I was, and not just male at that. Every eye was on her, whether she was aware of it or not.

It was enough that I managed to restrain myself from the first when she was so blatantly flippant about the flirting, but as the evening progressed, how on Chikyu did she expect me to turn a blind eye? She was lucky I restrained myself for as long as I did.

I had not, however, meant for my jealousy to be as transparent as it was and I hated the way my inquisition went during our coupling in her office. I was so disgusted with my own need for reassurance, felt so weak in my jealousy, but I needed her to confirm that I was being a baka. Her response convinced me that I probably was, and so for her I was willing to let it lie. After all, as she has so thoroughly admitted to me over the last few days, her business is very important to her, and despite what she thinks, I am sensible to that.

Everything though, has to have its temperance. Did she really expect me to sit back and do nothing while that perverted little creep made moves on her? Not in this lifetime! The Saiyan no Ouji does not share, and is certainly not made a fool of by such an insignificant little being as that lecherous earthling! Bulma had absolutely no grounds to be angry with me. In fact I had hoped originally that it would be the opposite.

Ever since I got back to this planet she has been begging me to give more to herself and Trunks, to not hide away from my emotions and show that I care. Didn't I do that? Surely it would have given her greater grounds for concern if I had just nonchalantly disregarded the old mans perverseness and done nothing? Delusional onna!

Oh yes! Over the last few days she has shown me how truly obstinate and headstrong she can be. If it were under different circumstances then perhaps it might not be so insufferable. I have always enjoyed the edge of stubborn pride that runs through her, but never has it cut and wounded me so much as it has today.

Well now she has truly done it. I'm fed up with playing these pathetic little games of hers. Things just keep going over and over in a loop and I can't see anyway out of it. After all there is something seriously wrong when even the words of 'sorry' sting so violently from her lips. Right now, if I am to be honest with you, I am unsure if there is anything that she can either say or do that will clear this up, even though I wish for it passionately. How could she use me in that manner? Sorry indeed! Damn woman! Didn't she know all she had to do was ask? That's all she ever has to do, but now… now I feel betrayed.

The anger is not just directed at her though. It's not even aimed within myself… although there have been certain aspects of my behaviour during this that have been reprehensible. There is only one person that I will put all this blame onto, and unfortunately it is the only creature that it would do more harm than good to exact my vengeance on. Damn him!

"Yuarrrggggghhh!"

I was too slow dodging that rotation. Dammit! The power has skimmed my side and now the skin is blistering. I have to keep my wits about me, can't let my mind stray any further than the dome of this room. All I have to do is concentrate on my training, and then nothing else will matter. Denial has never been more urgent for me to attain, and never so hard to locate.

To any onlooker it would appear an odd routine. My movements are akin to a dance inside the confines of my own limitation. Jump, twist, duck, parry - they all flow in unity, but the swearing in between remains a constant.

I can feel the heat on my back. The energy is close, only a couple more rotations and I'll be trapped. I growl deep in the throat - It's time to get technical.

Spinning with the orbit of energy I manage to stay one second in front. My axis means that I am flying perpendicular to the floor with my knees tucked into my chest. The burning ball of ki is only millimetres in front and I have to squint, so as not to damage my retinas. Resting my hands on my knees and pointing my fingers in front, I do mini rapid fire into the mass.

The full affect is unclear in the beginning, but soon the ball starts to convulse. It looks like the beginning of a volcano because the outer layer of energy is becoming unstable, bubbling as it struggles to hold its resistance. I am mesmerized by the configurations it draws, and for a brief second I forget the reason I am pushing my body this far.

Big, big mistake!

My guard is raised a fraction of a second too late as the bright white rays burst away from the main ball. The heat sears my flesh and tries to creep into bone as I struggle to control my own power. Then the explosion takes full effect. It pushes me back and roars into my ears, perhaps slightly damaging the eardrum, because all I can hear now is a high pitched ringing. My back slams into the strings of power, but the explosion hasn't degraded them enough yet to allow me to pass through. They catch me and slice into my flesh.

I think my vocal chords are going to snap from the strain of screaming if they don't give way soon, either that or I'm going to get sliced into little pieces. Saying that though, I don't want to fight for control. I want to feel the pain as keenly as I can, because again it will give me something else to focus on… on…

I can't continue. All at once my binds have given way and I'm sent hurtling into the reinforced metal wall. I can hear a decided squelch, as several of my ribs are broken by the impact, confounded on by the amounts of G's that still push down on my burnt and shredded body. I fall. Limp and incapacitated my journey ends, as I make final contact with the floor.

I can feel the blackness of unconsciousness clouding my mind, but I know I cannot give into it. The fact that it feels so comforting almost immediately sets me on guard.

"C….Com…" I cough up a mouthful of blood. "Computer, end… end training… Veg…eta… two, five, five, nine, S, N, O."

I had manoeuvred my limbs to a semi sitting position as I spoke, but all at once the fight drains out of my body and I fall back to the floor. All I want is for unconsciousness to take me. To make me incapable of any thought and render me stupefied for the next two hours whilst my ship is finished being prepared, but fate it seems won't gift me with such a lucky break.

Just as I think I can't possibly take any more and my vision is wavering, the whirring of the central computer quietens. The gravity evaporates its hold from my body and all at once I can take a large lungful of air. I eagerly gulp it down. It tastes so sweet when tempered with the strained, thin gasps gravitational exercise allows. It lends new vigour to my worn out torso, and although I'm still in unthinkable pain. I can at least move.

I push up to a sitting position, but the broken ribs won't allow it to be as upright as usual and I slump forward slightly, clawing at my hairline in a vein attempt to quiet the turpitude of my mind. Even as I'm wasting energy on it I know it won't work. Fuck! Why did this have to happen now, just when… when… just when I was starting to enjoy the small family I had helped create?

My fist pounds into the tiled floor once. "Dammit!" I repeat the action again, this time smashing the reinforced material without the gravitational field in place. I can't go on like this! I'm not sure how losing myself in the confines of space will help, but at least it will put distance between us.

The worst torture of all is seeing her every day, wanting her and yet knowing that until either of us can find new trust in each other that it is denied. I don't think I can handle that a minute longer. Dammit! Why am I so weak as to need her in this way, to care about her so intensely that it hurts to this degree? I'm sure it is not normal and certainly not healthy.

My Kami! The passion that was in her face in our last meeting! You know if I had not had prior knowledge of its origins, I would have sworn that it was a hundred percent genuine. It leads me to think in what other ways she has manipulated me. As it is, I have to close my eyes to these images because I can still feel the softness of her skin as she dragged a single finger across my cheek. It felt so passionate and yet insecure. Could such intensity really be so well faked?

My face crumples in disgust at the memory as I gingerly try to find my feet. I will not doubt the validity of my own mind! I know well enough what she is trying to do to me. I have dealt with it too often. I will not be waylaid or pacified by nonsensical emotions. I have to concentrate on cold hard facts - everything else just gets in the way of reason, and if nothing else I am at least intelligent enough to see this.

I wobble slightly as I stand, and can feel a warm trickle of blood as it seeps from my wounds and runs over my back. Under normal circumstances I might be concerned, but now I am satisfied with thinking it is most likely only superficial and disregard it as inconsequential.

I make it as far as the gravity room airlock, but stop as I reconsider my position. I turn to look at the small digital display on the keypad. "Hn!" I mutter to no one in particular, "Seven-thirty. It should be ready by now." I look down for a moment and see the crimson that has now run down the muscular contours of my calves and is staining my white boots.

Maybe I will have to rethink the superficial status. It would be sheer lunacy to take a trip into space whilst being in this condition. I'll have to use a senzu. Damn! I was hoping to save them all for my journey! These things can't be helped though. Perhaps it will be best to only take half. After all I do not know what I will face on my return. Just because Frieza is dead, doesn't make the universe anymore of a safer place. No doubt someone will aspire to follow in his footsteps. The ice-jin's grip over the universe would be a prize indeed to claim. I wonder… and then chuckle quietly to myself. Well that would be one way to piss her off!

Opening the airlock I limp down the corridor to the shower and medical facility that is always in perfect readiness to receive me at its end.

My destination is a row of blue lockers and unlocking the nearest one I kick off my blood-soaked boots. My gloves follow and what little remains of my training suit. Totally naked and completely unabashed I stroll the short distance to the shower, only stopping to grab my pouch of senzu from the medical cabinet.

The warm water feels good as it runs over me, soothing my wounds and unwinding the knots in my shoulders, but it is not to last. I clench my teeth a little as it encompasses the burn on my right side. Really I wanted to get clean before doing anything else, but it's quite uncomfortable where the skin has blistered and burst. It looks as if I will be taking that half senzu now rather than later.

I reach out to my pouch, being careful not to get it too wet. Turning it upside down I try to find its contents. Only one bean falls from the fabric and onto my palm. Blinking once I look over the small legume in confusion. I could have sworn I had more than that. In fact I'm convinced I should have had at least three left.

Oh well perhaps the stresses of the last few days have clouded my mind. It is of small importance. I'll just have to make sure I take extra medical equipment with me. Snapping it in half I place one back in the pouch and the other in my mouth. My face pulls into a grimace as I swallow. I hate having to eat those things!

Fifteen minutes, or thereabouts have past and having showered and dressed, I'm now making my way to the main building in preparation to pack. The large glass doors open with a swish as I walk up to them.

I have not stepped three paces inside when I hear the whispers of a conversation emanating from the dining area.

Normally I would not eaves drop, but I can tell that one of the voices is Bulma's and I am curious as to what she is saying. Folding my arms I lean back against the wall, next to a tall houseplant and close my eye's listening to the conversation.

"Momma doesn't like it either kiddo, but I haven't got any other option."

My eyes open a fraction. I can hear the hurt and emotion in her voice. It sounds as though she is stifling tears.

"How long momma?" The sobs that hitch in my sons voice are less controlled.

"I really don't know sweetie." She sighs. "Perhaps a couple of months, maybe longer."

"But… but… I can't. Please…!" He begs.

"Trunks," she coos and I can just about catch the sound of fabric touching as she embraces him, "I wish there was some other way to put things right or make this easier on you, but you have to be strong for me ok? You are half Saiyan, use that power to make you as strong in heart and mind as you are in your body."

"When?"

"The space ship is all ready to go. I only have to get a few supplies ready and then it'll be time."

"Ok…" he replies dejectedly. "But can't I go too?"

"No," she replies, the tears now no longer being held back. "You need to stay here and continue with your studies. Maybe you'll be able to go when you are older, but space isn't the right place for you yet. Besides Grandma would never forgive me if she didn't get her morning kisses and hugs from you!" She laughs slightly through the tears.

The conversation is lost for a while and I imagine that both are now drowning in some horribly human pool of emotion. I scowl at the thought, trying desperately hard to harden myself. I have no cause to feel guilty. It is the onna's doing not mine that has pushed things so far. Trunks is just unlucky enough to be caught up in the middle of it all.

With mind resolved, I leave my hiding place and walk up to my bedchamber. At least one thing was gained from listening in on that conversation. The space ship is definitely working properly now. It will only be a matter of minutes before I am off this planet and away from the strain and ruin of these last few days.

Bulma's words still curl around my mind. "… a couple of months… maybe longer." It's peculiar that she assumes this. I have never even thought of this expedition as having any structural timeframe to it, even though I have always determined on coming back - at least for my sons sake, if not anything else.

I sigh, laying flat along my bed, and laying on my arms. Nothing can be determined until my mind is cleansed one way or another. My eyelids droop. Perhaps I overdid it in my training. My body is healed, but my mind is still exhausted. Maybe it might be a good idea to get a short nap in before I leave.

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I awake later than I had planned. It seems that sleep, once it came, didn't want to relinquish its hold over me too suddenly. Turning on the soft pillow I look to the alarm clock. "Shit! Have I really been out of it for two hours?"

I sit up on the bed, literally tearing the bed sheets to free myself. I can't believe I've wasted so much time! Oh well. I guess a couple of hours won't hurt. At least they have been peaceful and undisturbed by painful cognisance.

Calming down I swing my legs over the side and walk to the wardrobe. I am about to enter and begin sorting my training uniforms, when a large roar of engines pours through the open window. The whole room shakes under it as the deep rumbling resonates all around, and I am forced to levitate slightly to keep my equilibrium.

Raising an eyebrow I leave my wardrobe and float over to the balcony. The sky is a vivid blue as is almost always the case on this part of the planet. The sun beats down on my skin and warms it, but any sereneness is completely overpowered by the noise. A flock of startled birds, soar over the domed buildings and I turn to face the way they are fleeing from.

There is a great plume of smoke hanging over the factories to the right and the noise is emanating from that quarter. I relax slightly. It is just the onna testing the spacecraft engines. Baka! I thought something was attacking us. How dare she do that to me?

I am about to turn back to continue when an ever louder noise rips across the city. This time it so great that the glass blows out from the windows behind me, showering the balcony in tiny beads of reflected light. I am at present, though, more preoccupied with the cause of the noise.

"What the fuck is going on?"

It is at this moment that my vision and mind both meld together and scream at the same time!

"The spaceship… it's - it's taking off?"

In a tenth of a second my body is moving, flying over the railings and to the hanger. I land on a patch of grass, a safe distance away, where Bulma's father now stands looking at the rapidly retreating vapour trail as it arcs on its course to space!

Not being able to control my anger I run up to him grabbing his lab coat and hold him securely in front of me!

"Tell me!" I spit in his face, "What the fuck just happened? What's wrong with the ship? Why did it take off on its own? Answer me old man!"

He looks absolutely terrified, but I am not solely convinced that it is only me he fears.

"I… I… I tried to stop her, but… but she wouldn't listen!"

"What do you mean?" I reiterate, tightening my hold.

"She's gone. She's taken the space pod and gone. She didn't tell me until two minutes ago. I don't even know where she is going!" He is sobbing now, and I relax my hold on him.

Slipping out of my hold he crumples to the floor, "Bulma!" he cries, "Why didn't you tell me!"

I look up to the sky under this recent development. My mind is in utter turmoil as I see the sun glint once off the metal hull of the ship above, before it is lost to even my vision.

The wind feels as though it has been knocked from my lungs and I take a couple of steps backwards. "She… She's insane!"

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A/N - Now there's a nice twist for you! Bulma's taken the space pod and not Vegeta. Now the adventure begins. ^-^

Thanks for all those who either emailed me or reviewed. The overwhelming majority wanted this story to continue in Vegeta's POV and so I couldn't help but oblige!

See you all soon for chapter 10!

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Ember