Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Gift ❯ Dare to come a little closer ( Chapter 4 )

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

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

A/N: Ok, so re writing this story was a brilliant idea. The writer’s block seems to be fading, so hopefully when this is finished I will be able to finally finish change!

I hope you are all enjoying the new version. I was pretty young when I wrote this so I hope it is more in-depth and flows a little more smoothly now.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 4:dare to come a little closer

Vegeta could smell the meat cooking from in the bathroom. He was soaking in the warm soft water after a long days training. He put his head back and took a deep breath so the aroma filled his senses. Yes, the woman wasn’t a bad cook. She used the ingredients well. She always started to cook so the food was ready just at the moment Vegeta started to feel ravenous. Like she somehow knew he would want food at that precise moment, and not a second before.

The cargo ship had at least a year’s supply of food stored away, and that was for the five person crew it was meant to hold. There was certainly plenty of food and plenty of hot water. Vegeta was almost content living on this ship with the slave girl. He neither had to put up with those complete and utter fools on Polar-sei nor did he have to complete the tedious missions Frieza so kindly appointed him. He was free to do as he pleased, although he had few options the woman left him in peace to train till his heart desired.

He could get use to this.

Vegeta slipped down so his head and face drifted into the water. He rubbed his face with the washer and came back up into the air. The water trickled down the crevasses off his well sculpted muscles; his hair was still standing like a brilliant black flame on top of his head despite it being wet. Vegeta stood up inside the bath and went to reach for a towel when he heard a knock at the door. He grabbed the towel and stepped out of the bath onto the matt. Walking over to the door he barely managed to get the towel wrapped around his waist as he flung it open.

Bulma’s eyes widened and she jumped slightly as the steam from the bathroom billowed out and onto her face. Her eyes were drawn to the still wet, very exposed Prince. She looked down at the princes body, his abs were so sculpted and he was so fit that he had the ever sexy, well formed ‘v’ under his abs. The towel hung so low Bulma could make out the bulge that hung under the towel. She felt her cheek burn bright red but she just couldn’t help herself. His body was so magnificent it was hard to pull her eyes away. Instead of looking up into the Princes eyes she held her arms up to her chest and she looked sideways.

She had spent the past few days cowering inside this ship from horrible memories and dreams. She had been so scared and so deeply ashamed she never thought she would again feel this emotion, she never thought she would ever be turned on again. But somehow this Prince had managed to do just that, without even trying. He was just simply gorgeous in his own right, strong and proud. She felt his gazed burn into her as she tried to pluck up the courage to speak. All she came to do was tell him the food was ready.

She heard Vegeta step out of the bathroom and move toward her. She felt his breath next to her ear as the steam from his still wet body licked around her skin like flames. She felt her body grow hot with desire. She didn’t want to think anymore of anything but this feeling. After feeling so terrible it was like a ray of sunlight. The goosebumps on her skin were a welcome distraction from her problems.

Bulma felt his hand slide up the side of her neck as he wrapped his fingers into her hair; she lent her head into his hand as he moved his face closer to her neck.

Was he growling?

She felt his soft wet lips start to kiss up her exposed neck; he nibbled her ear as her breathing intensified. Vegeta felt her body respond to his touch as his free hand grabbed her hips and pulled her body into his. Just as Bulma slid her hand up to Vegeta’s chest and pushed her hips up against his pelvis an alarming sound came from the front control room.

Vegeta let go of Bulma as she raced out of the room. Right behind her, he reached the controls as Bulma was looking down in horror.

“What is it?” Vegeta demanded.

Bulma looked up at the prince and bit her lip. She knew something was going wrong with the ship. But she didn’t know enough in-depth knowledge to be able to decipher it. Now as it flashed red in front of her it finally hit home. Flashing red symbol must be a universal sign.

“We’re running out of fuel” Bulma said.

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Bulma and Vegeta walked off the ship as a huge gust of wind blew past them. They were both wearing big long hooded cloaks to disguise themselves from anyone who may recognise them. Vegeta had told Bulma that Frieza controlled many planets in this solar system. Even though there was no base around, it didn’t mean that somebody here wouldn’t see them and identify them. Frieza surely would have their faces plastered all over the bounty circuit by now, he would be insane not to. Bounty hunters were good at their jobs; they had an eye for picking out people who wanted to remain invisible. Vegeta growled as he thought of their luck.

Usually cargo ships were full with more than enough fuel, plus extra. Not this one however, it was like they were meant to take this ship. Hiding the ship in a small valley with high mountains was a good idea, but if they were caught here it would mean the end. Vegeta walked ahead of Bulma, he had never been to this planet but had been to ones like it. They had little to bargain with and he was betting fuel was an expensive commodity. He couldn’t even threaten anyone into giving him what he wanted in case he was recognised.

Bulma put her hand up to her cheek as she followed the Saiyan in front of her. He had just been kissing her as she pushed up against that amazing body of his. She was still red hot from their encounter but was secretly glad the ship had run out of fuel when it did, who knows what would have happened had they not been interrupted. She could be sprawled out on his bed…

Stop that Bulma! She thought to herself as she looked up ahead.

They walked into a frenzied market. Strange aliens were shouting at each other, bargaining Bulma assumed. It wasn’t so different from the markets on earth, another universal custom? They walked down toward what seemed like an equipment district for ships. There were stalls and stalls of parts, electronic boards and mechanical bits. Bulma looked around in awe. What a place to have stumbled upon? Were all the planets around here like this? Or had they made it to a planet that so happened to have exactly what they needed?

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Vegeta sighed and started shouting once more at the merchant. He had been 'bargaining' all afternoon with little to no effect. They had no money, no valuable possession. Only tonnes and tonnes of food at their disposal. So did these people it would seem, no one was interested in their bland, long-life food.

Vegeta yelled and grabbed the merchants shirt pulling him toward the angry Saiyan. The merchant however would not budge, he didn’t know who Vegeta was and didn’t care. Giving up and defeated Vegeta pushed him backwards so he fell into his display, crashing all his products to the ground. They walked off as the merchant screamed after them.

Bulma didn’t look back; she was trying to remain inconspicuous. Something it seemed, the prince had forgotten. Bulma looked up at him as if to ask why the offer hadn’t worked.

“Stupid low-life-waste-of-space! Who does he think he is?” Vegeta fumed.

Bulma bit her lip, again trying to remain ‘unseen’.

“That scum just kept going on about a switch, he only wanted a switch! Arrghh!” Vegeta yelled throwing his arms up in the air.

Bulma stopped dead in her tracks; she put her hand into the pocket of the cloak she was wearing and grabbed what she had gone in there for, right before they left the ship she had been down to the engine to see if there was any spare fuel laying around. She found a spare part to the engine she thought would be useful later on. She took it to later put it with a stash of other components she wouldn’t be able to make do without in case of an emergency so she kept them in a safe place. Her eyes lit up as Vegeta swung around annoyed. He was about to yell at her as she turned tail and ran back the way they had just come from.

“Woman!” Vegeta yelled and ran after her.

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Bulma stretched out her arms and raised them to the roof as her muscles tensed from the stretch. She had given the engine a once over before they left. She wanted to make sure they would reach the milky way without any other problems. Working on it gave her joy, it put her mind at easy and she didn’t have to think. It all just came so naturally to her. She flowed with this ship like water in a riverbed. She smiled as she looked at the old ship.

“Not long now old gal!” She smiled.

She would see her family soon, she would be with them again and she would escape this nightmare she had been living.

What would Vegeta do when they arrived? He wasn’t a social type, he enjoyed being on his own. Would he settle in somewhere, or would he continue on? Where would he go though, his home planet had been destroyed.

He must want revenge Bulma thought to herself.

It suddenly dawned on her, the reason he had been training for so many hours every day. He was planning to seek revenge! On his own? To seek revenge an entire universe full of Frieza’s men? How could he do it on his own?

Her mind raced over Goku, he was a warrior too. He had saved them many times over the years. He was a strong, intelligent person. He had caused some of the trouble on occasion, like that time he turned into that giant ape!

Bulma’s pupils shrunk almost to nothing as a realisation swamped over her entire body.

“Goku has a tail… Like… Like Vegeta…” She whispered to herself.

She brought her hands up to her mouth as she was afraid to say anymore.

“What did you just say?” Vegeta suddenly asked from behind her.

Bulma yelped and jumped back. How long has he been there watching her?

“I..I” She stammered.

“Who has a tail?” Vegeta asked curiously.

Bulma closed her mouth and shook her head. She tried to act as if she had no idea what he was talking about.

“You mean to tell me there is a Saiyan on your planet? But how, how are you still alive? Why didn’t they destroy you?” Vegeta asked.

“What do you mean destroy! Goku would never…” Bulma started to say but quickly stopped again.

Vegeta chuckled as she stopped herself from talking again.

“And you know him? My, what a coincidence…” Vegeta said his face losing the wicked grin he had.

So Frieza had sent him a woman from earth, a woman that knew a Saiyan. A Saiyan who had not completed his mission to purge the planet he was sent to.

Yes, this did smell like a trap once again. Was this why Frieza had given the girl to him?

“Vegeta, he isn’t like you. I’m not sure he is a Saiyan” Bulma tried to convince him.

“Tell me woman, has he ever transformed? Into a huge ape and destroyed cities?” Vegeta quickly asked.

Bulma looked down at the floor. So Goku was a Saiyan, how could this be? How could it be that she would end up here with Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans. What was going on?

“Yes” She whispered.

Vegeta clenched his fists. So he was a Saiyan. Vegeta had to find him, it may be the only way at saving their race. If he had gone undetected this whole time on earth than maybe Vegeta could hide there for a time too, to collect information and devise a plan of action.

“Tell me something woman, does this Saiyan fight? Is he strong?” Vegeta asked.

“Yes, very. He has saved us many times. He is the earth’s strongest warrior” She said smiling.

Vegeta crossed his arms and looked away from her in thought again. This may just work after all, but he may well be flying straight into Frieza’s trap. But he had to meet this Saiyan; it could be his only choice. Vegeta turned around and started to walk out. Bulma watched him as he left.

Had she done the right thing, telling the Prince about Goku? It wasn’t like she had meant to. She should learn to keep things to herself like she had been doing this whole time. She felt like such an idiot!

Maybe she was bringing them all into this game. Her parents, her friends and Goku may all be in danger.

“Woman?” Vegeta asked bringing Bulma out of her thoughts.

She looked up at him. Vegeta had turned back around and was looking at her once more.

“What is your name?” He asked softly.

“It’s Bulma” She smiled.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.