Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Full Spectrum ❯ Limits ( Chapter 8 )

Special thanks to Prince's Jewel for beta reading this for me.

Full Spectrum

By Ginia

Part 8
Limits

Although Brietoth had removed her interference, Vegeta's body was far from calm as he stepped into the small shower stall of his new living quarters. As much as he wanted a chance to bathe, he needed a cold shower even more.

The polarization which determined the clarity of the chamber walls had been set a little higher for the walls of the tiny bathroom, permitting Vegeta at least some privacy in the otherwise exposed cubical. Even so as he stood in the spray of water, he could still see Amberge moving about the lab. Apparently, he was shutting things down for the night.

Unfortunately for Vegeta, the cold shower was failing miserably at reducing his distress. His thoughts kept drifting back to Bulma; how good it would feel to sink his chill shaft into Bulma's hot depths… how she would squeal at the icy intrusion… how they would each find pleasure in warming his cold body … Vegeta shuddered and, once more, forced his thoughts away from his mate.

At least the gagging odor of Brietoth's lingering scent had been successfully washed away. Remembering Amberge's reaction to it, Vegeta was grateful that Saiyans were not responsive to the scent of that particular species.

Just as Vegeta stepped from the shower, Amberge finished his duties and shut off the main room lights. Without even a glance toward the lab's remaining occupant, he left, locking the lab doors behind him. Vegeta was now alone in the small observation chamber of the lab.

Vegeta's top priority, now that Amberge was gone, was to grab some of the food that had been left for him along with a stack of clothing. As he chewed, he looked over the garments provided. He quickly donned the drawstring trousers but decided to temporarily forego the baggy shirt.

The low level lighting of the emergency system still lit the area dimly, so with little else to distract his mind, Vegeta examined his surroundings. The chamber itself offered only the briefest of diversions, consisting of two basic parts. The main area held only a cot-like bed with a folding chair and folding tray table stored beneath it. The second area was the small utilitarian bathroom set in one corner, and that only separated by its slightly opaque enclosure. Not exactly the luxury suite but it would do.

Vegeta next turned his attention to the chamber walls. All he remembered about them from his childhood encounter was the pain and embarrassment of running face first into one of the damn things before he knew of their existence. A mistake he made only once.

In the faint illumination the otherwise invisible walls glowed a ghostly blue. Reaching out, Vegeta swept his hand over the smooth unyielding material. A rainbow of pale hues spread out from the contact, fanning out over the wall like ripples of water moving away from a dropped stone.

Out of curiosity, Vegeta ignited a tiny spark of his Ki and flicked it toward the strange surface. The hard jolt that flashed back to his hand took him by surprise and after shaking the sting out of his fingers, he returned to examining the perimeter of his enclosure by touch alone.

The entrance would have looked no different from the walls that surrounded it except for the disruption in the ripple pattern caused by his touch. Vegeta's sensitive fingers traced along the seam that joined them, confirming the hidden door

Only the back walls, floor and ceiling were free of the ghostly glow, and appeared to be made of normal bulkhead material. Downing the last of his evening meal, Vegeta tossed miniscule sparks of Ki at each of the darkened surfaces. Where they landed, three identical depressions were melted into their substance.

Vegeta smirked in confidence. Now that the majority of his strength had returned, this 'cage' was no more of a confinement for him than his previous quarters would have been. Vegeta decided it was time to get some sleep. He had no doubt that Brietoth would indeed do her best to make tomorrow a living hell for him.

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Vegeta moved swiftly through the underbrush with a silent hunter's step. Around him the small animals of the wooded area chattered contentedly, never sensing that death traveled among them. Slowing his pace, Vegeta smirked coldly. His quarry was near; the faint track he'd followed for the last several days were now only minutes old. Soon the hunt would end.

He stopped near the edge of a small glen and scanned the area with narrowed eyes. The trail he followed led through the center of the clearing. A trap.  He waited and watched from his place of concealment, knowing that he wasn't the only one who watched.

Suddenly spinning on his heel, Vegeta intercepted the living projectile that had launched itself at his back. The two combatants tumbled to the ground, each struggling to gain advantage over the other.

Blue hair and black flashed in the brilliant sunlight that filled the glade as the pair rolled, hissing and growling into the clearing. Finally pinning the blue haired female beneath him, Vegeta's tail began to lash violently. He growled in a menacing tone, "That the best you've got, woman?"

Her eyes flashed angrily as she continued to struggle, attempting to bring her leg into painful contact with his groin. Vegeta smirked and shifted to a better protected location, with his hips fully wedged between her legs.

Bulma's tail lashed out, wrapping itself snuggly around its male counterpart. Vegeta momentarily froze in place as she began to gently squeeze and stroke his tail with her own. Vegeta's erection sprang into bloom between their bodies and his growl deepened to a groan. He rocked his hips between her thighs and bit down on her shoulder, drawing her sweet blood into his mouth.

Far from unaffected by her 'attack' on Vegeta, Bulma found an annoying heat had begun deep in her center in response to the actions of her tail. None-the-less she intended to use Vegeta's obvious distraction to escape his hold. Her decision was forgotten once Vegeta's sharp teeth marked her. Any lingering thoughts of flight faded as she instinctively thrust her body against the male who had hunted and captured her.

Tugging and tearing at the armor that was keeping each from what they needed, the two were soon tumbling again. This time struggling to strip the other while biting and licking any newly exposed flesh.

Her claw marks on his arms bled freely, dripping down and mixing into her own wounds. Joining their blood even as they prepared to join their bodies. Vegeta panted and growled as he pinned his female once more, with her knees spread wide and her feet braced near her own ass, Bulma returned his growl and thrust her hips upward to meet the full force of his descending shaft…

Vegeta sat bolt upright on the narrow cot, panting and shuddering in the face of the cruel reality that he was alone and the burning intensity of his need. Bulma was not here. Even if she were - his dream could never be a reality. She was his chosen mate, but she was, and always would be *human.*

If sleep would give him no peace, then he would meditate. Brietoth had already turned his instinctive needs against him - against *Bulma* - once. He would not allow it to happen again…

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Hours later Vegeta stood smoothly, reaching for his baggy shirt and slipping it over his head as the lab door began to open. He waited with his arms crossed for his release and the beginning of Brietoth's experiment.

The commander entered accompanied by a crewman pushing a cart filled with covered trays. "Eager? Soon enough you'll wish you hadn't been... Sit. You need to eat before we begin. If you aren't at full strength, the readings won't be valid."

The outline of the door to Vegeta's small chamber began to glow brightly allowing the crewman a clear entry through which to pass his burden. Ignoring them both, Vegeta set up the folding table and chair, positioned himself with his back pointedly towards Brietoth, then steadily and silently consumed everything the cart had held.

Once finished, he confidently stepped through the still glowing doorway. "Well? Now what?"

"This way, Prince Vegeta." Brietoth led Vegeta outside the ship and a good distance away from the entrance to where several crewmen and Amberge already waited.

"You will now demonstrate your full strength. Make certain that none of my equipment or my people are - accidentally - injured." Brietoth directed Vegeta to an area nearly 50 yards from the nearest crewman.

The sun had just begun to edge over the eastern horizon when Vegeta took up his position. Scanning the area, his eyebrow quirked slightly as he recognized the energy patterns of most of the Earth's warriors. It seemed that Kakarott and his brat were keeping their distance from the current operation. Good, about time the idiot listened to him. His gaze met that of Piccolo, where he hovered high above the alien ship. Minute nods were all that was needed for each to understand the intent of the other.

Vegeta allowed his aura to manifest, making him a brilliant beacon to every eye of the research crew. He began to raise his power level slowly, giving his hidden allies a better distraction than they could have originally hoped for.

Being the only one who stood facing the ship, Vegeta alone watched Krillin, Yamcha and Tien disappear through the unguarded entrance. Vegeta shouted, throwing his arms wide, as his energy began to rapidly rise. Soon he was surrounded by a cloud of dirt and small rocks, but as his energy increased so did the size of the stones until huge boulders moved freely within the tightly controlled sphere encircling him.

Vegeta laughed as his power grew, relishing the sensation of raw energy flowing through him. He had not yet reached his peak - there was still more within his grasp… but something began to nag at his mind. Fear and pain, not his own, continued to build until he finally recognized it's source. *Bulma…*

Vegeta cut off his display and stood still, tracing the thread of Bulma's Ki back to it's source within the open ship. When his power up had ended, so had her pain. She was in no immediate danger and the ship's invaders would soon reach her...

Flying back towards Brietoth, Vegeta was only slightly surprised to see several of her crew down, seemingly unconscious due to his little performance. Landing to face Amberge and Brietoth, Vegeta asked, "Was that good enough for you?"

"It was a start, nothing more." She turned and headed back toward the ship. "Come, I want to start our first session as quickly as possible. Amberge? See to the crew."

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Bulma was startled awake by a low rumble, more felt than heard. As her sleep fuddled mind tried to make sense of her surroundings, the deep vibration grew in intensity to a roar that seemed to squeeze the air from her lungs as it rattled the tray of dishes on the small table beside her bed.

As the crushing pressure continued to build, the laden tray crashed, unheard, to the floor - sending shards of glass dancing over the quaking surface. Bulma curled tightly on her side with her fists pressed against her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pain.

Abruptly all traces of the vibration ceased, filling the room with a thick, stagnant silence. Bulma's weeping sounded muffled and distant to her anguished ears. As the pain faded she was finally able to bring her shattered thoughts to focus on what had been happening. But what kept coming to her mind were always more questions. Questions… but never answers…

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During his return trip to the lab, Vegeta could track the Ki of the various earth warriors as they moved stealthily through the ship. He smirked as he boldly stepped into the device that Brietoth had prepared for him, and allowed her to strap his arms and legs in place. Soon Bulma would be safe and he could repay his debt of pain to Brietoth. Vegeta's smirk turned to a growl as he felt his strength leave him.

"Now, now my sweet. You didn't think these sessions would be done at your normal power level, did you?" Brietoth asked with a smirk of her own. "I need to be certain that when the pain becomes too great and you attempt to escape, that you won't react instinctively and damage my lab. And Vegeta? I promise you - it will get that bad."

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Whether the electronic 'things' attached to various parts of his body were simply sensors or had been in some way contributing to his pain, Vegeta neither knew nor cared. He was only grateful that they were being removed and his limbs finally freed. It had been every bit as bad as Brietoth implied and Vegeta soon discovered that even without the bitch's Ki dampener, he could barely keep on his feet.

Snarling at Amberge's attempted assistance, Vegeta slowly made his way the short distance into his chamber where he finally crumpled onto his cot. Brietoth watched him closely. To be certain that the proper levels of stimulation had been reached, it required that Vegeta be pushed past his limits. If he could still walk, then the next session needed to be taken up a notch.

After allowing Vegeta only a brief rest, Brietoth had him returned, only semi-conscious to the device. As she resumed her task and increased the level of stimulated injuries, Vegeta's whole body spasmed violently before he collapsed to hang limply from his restraints.

"Commander…" gasped Amberge.

"Hmmm, yes… I see it, Amberge." Brietoth put her equipment on hold while she went to examine Vegeta more closely. While she had heard such things were *possible* in Saiyan children, she had never expected to see it occur in her lab - at least not with this subject.

Vegeta had re-grown his tail.

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End Part 8