Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Transcending ❯ Urges ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8 - Urges

Bulma looked around, as many warriors were being dragged around, leaving blood trails of many colours, she stared transfixed at the smudged blood on the floor. She felt an old feeling, it was compassion to those she hated. 'How can I feel sorry for people who don't give a shit about me?' she mused, as she shrunk against the wall. Fureiza stood looking around, hatred evident on his face. For those weak enough not to die in honour or to be so weak as to get injured at all.

"Woman! Are the recouperation tanks ready?" barked a creature, holding his fallen comrade. She nodded and pointed towards the new First Aid Unit she had set up, not a few days ago. Good timing. She had drawn up the final plans for the tank, gotten it approval and seen them being made, in mass. She saw the creatures being dragged there, and some screams of pain as they were stuffed unceremoniously plonked inside. She darted about for a face she reconised and did not fear.

"Bulma" said Fureiza, although he wasn't yelling, she heard him oddly well amongst the din. She turned and saw him standing behind her, and almost shrieked from shock. She bowed.

"Lord Fureiza"

"I have come to congratulate you. Had you not made those tanks, my army would have suffered more casulties. I was going to kill you soon, but due to this, I feel that it would be more use to keep you around. Go and assist them. Now." Fureiza ended with a snarl, but Bulma smiled. She had evaded his threats, although she had no idea she was so close to being killed. She frowned as she walked away, dodging others. She had not stepped out of line, she had been perfect! Why had he so readily turned on her efforts? She thought for a second, then realised that Fureiza was different, he had no shred of decency or love in him. Bulma looked around. Neither did anyone else here! But she had no choice, but to slave on.

The Hospital Room, was chaos. She looked around and saw Raditzu lying on the floor, gasping and trying to bandage his arm. Bulma looked at him, and couldn't help but think of Goku, so she rushed forward to help him.

"Get off onna!" he snarled and twisted away from her. She just gave him a weak smile and told him she had been instructed to help by Fureiza, which shut him up. Besides, he was too weak to bandage anymore. She looked at him, although he had much different hair to Goku, long and wild, they shared a similarity in their eyes. Maybe. If Chichi had Goku, then Bulma could have Raditzu...she paused and then thought of Yamcha. She looked away from Raditzu, who had his eyes closed and leaning against the wall. Bulma couldn't believe she was thinking of Goku and Raditzu in such a way, when Goku was married and Raditzu was evil and the fact she had Yamcha.

She held Raditzu's arm and assisted him over to a tank, where she set him inside and tapped at the key pad. She looked through the glass where Raditzu sat with his hair swirling around him and the water level rose.

She looked around and saw Lutaa, a Betatik-jin, whom she had helped with training and he had helped her with gathering materials. Almost a friend. He was stumbling around, so she grabbed his arm and tried to help him walk to a tank. With many rushes about among them, she found it hard to move, when suddenly he screamed and fell to his knees. She put her hand to his chest, in an attempt to calm him, but found her hand covered in blood, she in turn shrieked. The body of a person she had almost become friends with fell at her feet and lay still. She stood, her eyes dry, unbidden tears she wouldn't let escape hung and blurred her vision. She felt too hot, and faint, so she fanned herself with her hand, but only ended up splattering Lutaa's blood on her. She closed her eyes and turned from him, she wouldn't let herself get involved, he was gone.

She started walking, her eyes on the floor so she wouldn't trip over any bodies, and almost bumped into a large creature. A species she had never seen, it looked at her with burning hatred and punched her solidly in the face. She flew backwards and a few people watched as she fell to her back and lay still. Although the warriors disliked her for being weak, she had some respect because she had lasted so long and shown courage against Fureiza. She stuck her finger up at the creature, the few who understood the gesture gave small smirks.

She was on the verge of screaming, just to vent her emotions, when the creature that had hit her, suddenly fell over blood began seeping out the wound in his chest from where somebody had punched him clean through. She looked up and saw Vegeta standing above him. He didn't look too injured, but she looked closer and saw he was wet so he had been in the tank already she presumed. She looked down at the monster that had attacked her, and the Saiya-jin who had avenged her injustice.

“Now, onna, we are even” he said softly, and turned to leave. Those who were listening exchanged looks, wondering what it was she had done to get the Prince of Saiya-jins to owe her. She followed him, quietly, as he walked out the door to the medication room. He walked a few corridors away, so that it was quieter and empty from people rushing about or lying on the floor, he then turned into a dead end and slumped on the floor.

“I know you're there, your pathetic at stalking. What do you want, onna?” he snapped, but in a worn and quiet voice.

“I want to, well, firstly I'm great at following normally, you just have habit of being paranoid and looking out for stalkers” she said from round the corner, not yet willing to face him properly.

He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, she was so pitiful. She continued: “also, I wanted to tell you, thank you. Despite what you did is not at all right, for violence does not rightfully justify violence, two wrongs not making a right and all that crap. However, I just wanted to say, whether you meant it like that, I found your actions almost….sweet.” she struggled for the right words, using her hands a lot even though he couldn't see her.

“You must be really stupid if you found those actions sweet. Now, as I see it, my debt, however small your actions were to deserve it, is repaid, so leave me alone, baka.” He snarled and thumped his foot against the floor. Bulma leant against the wall and closed her eyes. She was trying so hard to be nice to people, but it seemed they didn't have a single decent cell in their bodies. She frowned, he couldn't even take her thanks. She considered yelling back some cutting insult that would insult him deeply, but thought against that. That creature would probably find it a compliment or return it with something even more devastating. So, she had to respond with the opposite of hate. Which was kindness, but the idea of being nice to him when he was so harsh didn't seem quite right either. It had to be something that he would find a major insult. Bulma grinned, the idea, albeit not ideal, was good for a giggle at Vegetas expense.

She smoothed her clothes and turned the corner, and saw him sitting with his eyes closed, breathing deeply yet softly.

“What?” he said, without opening his eyes. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, but he deserved a shock for being so mean. She put her lips into a sexy pout and stood in front of him, and grew annoyed when he didn't open his eyes. `Drastic times, call for drastic measures' she thought as she knelt down across his outstretched leg.

“You don't understand how much you killing that monster meant to me” she said, trying not to giggle at the absurdness of her position, and trying to sound sultry.

“Wasn't a monster, was a-“ but he was unable to finish as he opened his eyes and saw her proximity to him. He was, for once, lost for words. She put her hand on the wall next to his face to steady herself and stop herself falling into him. She was aware her outfit wasn't very provocative, being her torn trousers and old tshirt, but it seemed to leave him speechless, so she smirked to herself. He watched him look from where she was kneeling to her face, although she found it quite disturbing when he looked right at her, into her eyes.

“a what?” she asked, trying to sound innocent, as if she had no idea what had caused him to be quiet and let his eyes roam about so freely.

“Something I killed with ease. When you know I could kill something like that so easily, why are you so confident to risk your life by invading my space?” he said in a low voice.

“What do I have to live for?” she said, with a small shrug of her shoulders. It wasn't the real reason she was doing this, it was to teach him a lesson, but her reply felt partly true to her. He looked at her, almost with more respect. It was a feeling he too shared. He was odd in this position with this woman. He had had little contact with women, mostly he had killed them, and yet this woman wasn't afraid of him and was so close. He looked at her again, and it was confirmed in his mind that he found her undeniably beautiful. She wasn't a Saiya-jin woman, looked nothing like one, but was prettier and more courageous than any of the ones he had ever come into contact with. He too felt he had nothing to live for, and was almost surprised that this woman could feel an emotion he felt was soley his, though it seemed more likely for she was more out of place here than he was.

Suddenly, he felt a combination of urges he had never felt before. He wanted to show her she had something to live for and that he would protect her, secretly from the others. He put his hands on her back and pulled her strongly towards him, where he kissed her. It was his first kiss that was his choice from such emotions, and it felt so wrong that it felt right. Bulma was a little shocked, she had expected him to reply to her comment by either pushing her off or telling her it was her duty to invent stuff to aid the real warriors. This was not what she had expected at all. She put her hands on his neck and face and sat down on his leg, as she leant in to him, and he kissed her with more passion that she had ever known. All of a sudden, just when she had closed her eyes and relaxed he stood up, so she fell off him and back on her rear, her head hitting off the opposite wall.

He cast her a look, which she could not read, and took off at a fast pace. She didn't move from her skewed angle, breathing fast and heavily. She felt a whole new range of things towards Vegeta. Why had he kissed her? Why had she felt such passion from the kiss? Did he like her? Did she like him? Did she like him more than Yamcha? Why had he just left like that? Would she ever see him again?

She regained her breath and stood once again, and blushed when she realised what had just happened. She covered her mouth to suppress a scream or a laugh, she wasn't sure and ran back to her room, where she slammed the door.

Vegeta watched as she ran past, a look of terror on her face and felt ashamed. He wished he hadn't kissed her, he had showed he was weak, he hated himself for showing emotion. However, he was shocked that he had that kind of emotion in him, and to show it to such a low class woman! He decided, that for his good, for the good of the Saiya-jins and for his reputation, that he must kill her. But no, he didn't want to kill her, he just wanted to escape with her. He put his hands to his head as all these thoughts raced through his mind. He had no idea what to do, but he couldn't tell anyone, nobody he could trust not to tell or judge him.