Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Bad Ideas ( Chapter 4 )
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By: inuy21 
Vegeta reflects....
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 856 | Status: Work In Progress
Vegeta reflects....
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 856 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter prompt used: "Touch".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
After she had tended to his injuries that night, he noticed something that haunted his mind. The way her fingers gently touched his wounds. He couldn’t get enough of it, and he hated how his body yearned for more. The softness he felt when she’d taken those damn gloves off. It had been a foolish decision on his part, to say the least, but he couldn’t go back on it now. He groaned in frustration as he continued his daily training schedule.
“I am not this fucking weak,” he reminded himself. “I could go far longer without needing to feel a female beneath me while serving Frieza.”
That was the problem, he’d been working for that psychopath. He hardly had time to think about anything other than getting stronger and staying alive. The only time he would seek out a female was when Frieza forbid him to leave, afraid he was getting too strong. So he’d be trapped on a planet or ship for months without much else to do besides train, and that got old fast when you were the strongest.
It’d been two months since that night, and he was still thinking about it. Of course, lowering himself to trust her even further had been the real downfall.
The next day when she’d checked his bite mark, she was astonished at how quickly it was already healing. Most of the scratches and bruises on his body had melted away, and the bite itself was already scabbing over.
“Wow, Vegeta, I didn’t think you’d heal this quick.” She once again took off the latex gloves after checking the wound and threw them in a bio-hazard trashcan. “You Saiyans are really something.” She picked up a new roll of gauze and held it out to him.
He looked at it, then at her. “It’s easier if you do it, isn’t it?” he inquired while standing up and lifting his arms slightly.
She caught her jaw before it could fall to the floor. “Um, sure, I guess,” she said a little uneasy. She wrapped the material around his torso, being sure to touch him as little as possible, just in case he was trying to toy with her. She held her breath, waiting for his usual biting comments on how stupid or slow she was, but they never came. After finally finishing her job, she stepped back to put the extra gauze back in the cabinet.
He lowered his arms and watched as she avoided looking at him. She had already started moving back toward her desk, completely ignoring him now. He growled. He didn’t like being ignored, especially after having been “nice” to her. “Woman, I need a favor.” He followed into step behind her.
She felt her cheeks heat up as he easily caught up to her. “A favor, from me?” she asked sarcastically, doing her best to hide her nervousness. “Why would you lower yourself that much, Prince?” Okay, she knew she was pushing her luck, but something was definitely up.
He growled again, not liking one bit that he had to ask HER of all humans. “You seem to be good at healing. You have medicines that helped my healing process, as you had stated last night. It would benefit me if you could do the same the next time this happens.”
“The next time this happens? You mean the next time you go pick a `fight with something that could eat you?!” She was furious. He had apparently been taking care of himself all these months, and now that she’d proven her use - yet again - he was going to take more of her time! She finally whipped around to look at him, his usual scowl in place that gave nothing away. “It’s not bad enough that I have to repair that damn gravity room, get my own projects done, and help Father run the company, but now you want me to be YOUR personal nurse?! I don’t think so, buster.” She jabbed a finger into his rock hard chest, regretting her actions as she felt a jolt of pain in the finger, but she kept it there to prove her point.
He looked at the offending appendage, then back up to her eyes. “I will not ask so nicely again, woman. So you better rethink your answer quickly,” he warned.
She could see the imaginary fire starting to burn in his eyes and knew she had limited time. She pulled her finger back and sighed. “Fine, but a favor usually requires something from both parties.” She watched is face for any hint of violence coming her way.
“In return I’ll give you a quick death, instead of playing with you like I’d originally planned. Now that we both have what we want, I’m going back to training.”
So, for the last two months he’d gone to her a handful of times, usually when he got a ki blast to his back, and each time her touch was the same - soft and gentle. It didn’t help matters that for burns all she would do was rub some cream on it, without the use of gloves. Maybe if she’d worn those gloves, his body wouldn’t have responded the way it was now.
“And it’s my own fucking fault. I’m the one that forced her into healing me.” He gritted his teeth, pissed at his own lack of thinking through the situation. He’d only wanted to heal faster so that his training would stop getting interrupted or slowed down due to his injuries. Now here he was thinking about how good it would feel to have her soft, warm touch on other parts of his body. “Damn it, no! The only thing I’m dong on this planet is training so I can beat those so called androids. I will not bed that annoying woman just because my body wants release.”
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
After she had tended to his injuries that night, he noticed something that haunted his mind. The way her fingers gently touched his wounds. He couldn’t get enough of it, and he hated how his body yearned for more. The softness he felt when she’d taken those damn gloves off. It had been a foolish decision on his part, to say the least, but he couldn’t go back on it now. He groaned in frustration as he continued his daily training schedule.
“I am not this fucking weak,” he reminded himself. “I could go far longer without needing to feel a female beneath me while serving Frieza.”
That was the problem, he’d been working for that psychopath. He hardly had time to think about anything other than getting stronger and staying alive. The only time he would seek out a female was when Frieza forbid him to leave, afraid he was getting too strong. So he’d be trapped on a planet or ship for months without much else to do besides train, and that got old fast when you were the strongest.
It’d been two months since that night, and he was still thinking about it. Of course, lowering himself to trust her even further had been the real downfall.
The next day when she’d checked his bite mark, she was astonished at how quickly it was already healing. Most of the scratches and bruises on his body had melted away, and the bite itself was already scabbing over.
“Wow, Vegeta, I didn’t think you’d heal this quick.” She once again took off the latex gloves after checking the wound and threw them in a bio-hazard trashcan. “You Saiyans are really something.” She picked up a new roll of gauze and held it out to him.
He looked at it, then at her. “It’s easier if you do it, isn’t it?” he inquired while standing up and lifting his arms slightly.
She caught her jaw before it could fall to the floor. “Um, sure, I guess,” she said a little uneasy. She wrapped the material around his torso, being sure to touch him as little as possible, just in case he was trying to toy with her. She held her breath, waiting for his usual biting comments on how stupid or slow she was, but they never came. After finally finishing her job, she stepped back to put the extra gauze back in the cabinet.
He lowered his arms and watched as she avoided looking at him. She had already started moving back toward her desk, completely ignoring him now. He growled. He didn’t like being ignored, especially after having been “nice” to her. “Woman, I need a favor.” He followed into step behind her.
She felt her cheeks heat up as he easily caught up to her. “A favor, from me?” she asked sarcastically, doing her best to hide her nervousness. “Why would you lower yourself that much, Prince?” Okay, she knew she was pushing her luck, but something was definitely up.
He growled again, not liking one bit that he had to ask HER of all humans. “You seem to be good at healing. You have medicines that helped my healing process, as you had stated last night. It would benefit me if you could do the same the next time this happens.”
“The next time this happens? You mean the next time you go pick a `fight with something that could eat you?!” She was furious. He had apparently been taking care of himself all these months, and now that she’d proven her use - yet again - he was going to take more of her time! She finally whipped around to look at him, his usual scowl in place that gave nothing away. “It’s not bad enough that I have to repair that damn gravity room, get my own projects done, and help Father run the company, but now you want me to be YOUR personal nurse?! I don’t think so, buster.” She jabbed a finger into his rock hard chest, regretting her actions as she felt a jolt of pain in the finger, but she kept it there to prove her point.
He looked at the offending appendage, then back up to her eyes. “I will not ask so nicely again, woman. So you better rethink your answer quickly,” he warned.
She could see the imaginary fire starting to burn in his eyes and knew she had limited time. She pulled her finger back and sighed. “Fine, but a favor usually requires something from both parties.” She watched is face for any hint of violence coming her way.
“In return I’ll give you a quick death, instead of playing with you like I’d originally planned. Now that we both have what we want, I’m going back to training.”
So, for the last two months he’d gone to her a handful of times, usually when he got a ki blast to his back, and each time her touch was the same - soft and gentle. It didn’t help matters that for burns all she would do was rub some cream on it, without the use of gloves. Maybe if she’d worn those gloves, his body wouldn’t have responded the way it was now.
“And it’s my own fucking fault. I’m the one that forced her into healing me.” He gritted his teeth, pissed at his own lack of thinking through the situation. He’d only wanted to heal faster so that his training would stop getting interrupted or slowed down due to his injuries. Now here he was thinking about how good it would feel to have her soft, warm touch on other parts of his body. “Damn it, no! The only thing I’m dong on this planet is training so I can beat those so called androids. I will not bed that annoying woman just because my body wants release.”