Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ The Lighthouse. ( Chapter 5 )
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By: HeartlessChild 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.30.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 977 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.30.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 977 | Status: Completed
~*~
Bulma accelerated herself even faster as she approached the gates to the mansion. From the top pocket of her jacket she pulled a pair of crimson tinted sunglasses to shield her eyes from the harsh wind that was lashing past her.
She clicked a small red button on the right handle bar and zipped through open gates, unaware that she was being followed by a certain Saiyan. Her heart felt heavy as her tyres screeched, turning into the road that was filled with traffic. She zig-zagged through the speeding cars, not being able to escape the haunting thoughts that were plaguing her.
Guilt.
That was what she was feeling. The sudden sensation of guilt was far too much for Bulma. As she twisted and turned through the densely filled roads of Satan City, recollections of her conversation with Vegeta in 'Ground Zero' replayed in her mind like a constant, bitter reminder of how terribly she had behaved with him... With Vegeta.
The sky scraper buildings of the industrialized city flattened as she increased her speed, trying to avoid any perilous collisions with other drivers and pedestrians. Subconsciously, she knew where she was going. Bulma was heading straight for the pier in which she and Yamcha had shared their first kiss. That innocent time had seemed so long ago...
"I can see why your father gave you away to Frieza. He was probably relieved to get your slimy self off his hands."
Bulma cringed as she remembered the exact words she had spoken to Vegeta. How cruel they sounded to her in the light of day!
It was then that Bulma felt a rounded droplet of water smack into her cheek. She peered up long enough from under glasses, and sure enough the gray clouds that were dotted in the dull sky, swooped together and melded into one. It covered the sky of the city like a thick, saturated blanket.
The heavens opened and the rain began to pour relentlessly.
Bulma cursed silently at her stupidity. But she couldn't go back to the mansion, not right now. Not after she had said such unforgivable things to Vegeta. She knew she would have to apologize, but Bulma was never the type of person to ask for forgiveness and she was certain that a man like Vegeta would never show mercy and forgive. So what was the point?
She rounded her lips and sighed heavily.
Bulma resolved that she would fix the problem between herself and Vegeta as soon as she returned home. Right now, she just wanted to be alone and think. She wanted to know why she had said such things to him, just because he would help. He was Vegeta! She should understand that his arrogance and pride would not allow him to help anyone. So why hadn't she stopped herself from saying such cruel things?
Of course, Vegeta himself wasn't without fault. He was being far too rude and stubborn and those were two things Bulma was herself, but couldn't stand to see in other people. She sighed again as she remembered his reaction to her words.
It was almost as if he were defending himself against her... Had his father really given him away to Frieza because he was a burden? Bulma didn't know about Vegeta's past, if truth be told she had personally never cared. But the remark she made had purely been cynical and logical on her part, for she had no idea that Vegeta had actually been given away to Frieza as a child. She had just assumed it.
That was another mystery of the Saiyan Prince. She suddenly found herself wanting to know more about him... About his past. But she knew he would never let her have the satisfaction of knowing his dark and troubled past. It was a blessing that he was here in future with them, to help them battle against the Androids. After all, two full-blooded Saiyans were much better than one. Right?
Lost in her thoughts, she came to attention when a sixteen-wheeler blared its horn at her. She started and turned to see that she had been veering into the truck's side. Grabbing control of her bike, she growled and steered away from the truck, berating herself for not paying attention. That had been too close!
She was now on one of the many inter-linking highways of Satan City... She was almost there for she could barely trace the grains of sea salt that had entered her mouth via the wind.
The rain was now coming in sharp pellets. Her skin underneath the leather began to burn from the heavy pounding of the rain on her thighs and shoulders. Blue and azure tresses tangled with one another to form a web of wet silken hair. But she carried on driving, straight to the pier.
~*~
He was about to swoop down from his position high in the air as he saw the woman almost get flattened by an incredibly large freight truck.
Vegeta snarled at the woman's reckless driving. Did she think she was invincible?!
He could not believe that he was actually chasing the woman. But it could not be helped. After all, she had initiated the Saiyan mating ritual and now it was entirely up to her to resolve the situation she had created between them. Maybe then he would find peace and continue his training alone, without her spirit brandishing his thoughts.
It was her problem for initiating this game of cat and mouse, he was only complying to challenge for he was not one to turn down a challenge. And this particular challenge happened to be more enticing than he could have bargained for.
He followed her silently, but frowned as he noticed she was not even concentrating on her surroundings. His mood sobered as he continued to follow her.
Did she even know he was chasing her?!
~*~
Bulma screeched to a halt as she finally reached her haven. The pier.
She kicked the break of her bike down and slid off with ease. The rain had now steadied to a mellow drizzle, acting like a crystalline curtain around her. She frowned as the torrents of wind swirled around her dangerously, threatening to knock her back as she made her way down the wooden pier of the beach.
Wind whipped and lashed at the soaked tendrils of hair, causing it to plaster across her face as she broke into a sprint down the center of the long pier. She drew her breaths in long gulps, her heart pounding roughly against her ribcage as her feet thundered down on the wooden boards of the pier.
Once at the edge of the pier, she stood rigidly with her feet apart and arms crossed. A grim line set her mouth as she gazed at the tossing currents of the darkened sea. Even though the rain had slowed to a mere trickle, the speed of the wind was still dangerous enough to try and knock her backwards, but Bulma stood her ground.
A solid five minutes had passed before she stiffened visibly as she watched the waves in front of her crash roughly against the small island in the distance with the tall and brazen lighthouse. The sky had darkened and the vibrant glow from the lighthouse bathed the churning sea below, warning the cargo ships and sailors of the jagged rocks that it stood upon.
That same lighthouse held so many memories for her. Some good and some not so...
"Why are you here?" She asked softly.
A reply never came. Instead, a grunt was her only answer.
She turned to face her companion with a look of hidden sorrow. She looked into a pair of cold and calculating eyes, those very eyes that had haunted her dreams for the past few days. Bulma bit her lip, uncertain of why her stomach was churning like the very sea below her. "Vegeta?" Her voice was softly spoken, as though she were afraid she might shatter the peaceful image of the chiseled man beside her.
He stared into her wide blue eyes for a moment, before he forced himself to look away at the strange tower she had been staring at longingly. "You issued a challenge." He replied gruffly, suddenly becoming conscious of her intent stare on the portrait of his face. He was afraid he would jump upon her if he gazed a second longer into her glassy eyes.
Bulma blinked away the cool raindrops that managed to enter her eyes. They mingled with her own burning tears and she was secretly glad it was raining. She didn't want to see him cry like an infant child. His words refused to make sense in her mind. "Challenge?"
"Yes."
Her eyes widened as she remembered her very words before she had jumped into the Black Mist. "Catch me if you can," she murmured to herself.
"Hm," the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Why would you want to catch me?" She asked, a little perplexed.
"Saiyans do not turn down challenges." He replied indifferently.
She smiled at this, wondering why he was not looking at her. She took a deep breath, finding a sliver of courage hidden in her heart. "I'm sorry."
He started briefly before eyeing her warily from the corner of his eye. He stood as still as a statue, mirroring Bulma's prior pose.
"I'm sorry," she continued, "For saying those things to you. It was wrong and... I can understand your reaction to it." She waited with bated breath for his reply.
"You know nothing of my past," he snapped as he returned his gaze back to the strange tower.
"You're right, I don't and I apologize," she sighed. She didn't want an argument to arise between them. "You just surprised me when you refused to help. I was too angry to see that my father and I could have easily dealt with Blue Dwarf and I..." She trailed off not knowing what else to say.
They stood side by side silently, comforted by each other's presence.
Bulma sent another glance in his direction and caught the odd expression that drifted across his sharp features as he stared at the lighthouse. "That's a lighthouse," she informed him, chuckling inwardly at his confusion.
"What-" He paused, uncertain if he should voice the questions that were forming in his mind. Humans were such strange creatures!
The entire planet had been and still was a culture shock for Vegeta, who had never seen a race indulge in such frivolous material possessions and entertainment before. He concluded that Earth was very lucky indeed, to not have to worry about aspects such as agriculture and seasons. It was a prosperous planet... Filled with moronic weaklings.
If Saiyans had evolved upon this planet, he was certain that Earth would have been a gold mine for his warrior race. They lived in peace and had no fear in their minds for their planets safety. Vejita-sei had constantly guarded its planet, knowing of the many enemies that despised the Saiyan Empire. He couldn't help but feel envious of the woman's life-style. But he could not delve into hypocrisy, for he had little clue about her childhood as she had with his.
Before he had landed upon the pier beside her, he had caught the faraway look that was splayed across her face as she gazed at the strange structure. She seemed to have lost herself when Vegeta landed beside her, which brought him to the question poised at his lips. "What does it do." He demanded, rather than questioned.
Bulma had waited patiently for Vegeta to ask her the question that had been on his mind. He seemed to have retreated into the recesses of his mind before finally speaking.
"A lighthouse behaves like a beacon, if you will." She paused as she watched the features of his face shift into the intense expression he had adorned when looking upon her. But this time, he was staring directly at the lighthouse, as if he could pierce the stone structure with his own gaze. "The light that's revolving at the top of the tower warns ships or sailors of the jutting rocks that it stands upon. That way, the ships would sail around the area instead of crashing into the rocks and sinking."
He grunted, "Stupid idea." Vegeta cringed inside at the words he had spoken. Could he have sounded any more fickle?
She laughed softly.
He felt the chords of his strong heart tighten at the raspy chuckle that parted from her lips. He was certain that she was purposely torturing him... Purposely flaunting herself before him, letting him know of what he could never obtain.
"Perhaps it is," she remarked. "But that stupid idea has saved a countless number of lives." She looked back at the lighthouse. "In olden times, someone would be living in the lighthouse, ready to turn on the beacon of light if there was ever a storm."
"You mean a man would actually waste his time in that thing?" He asked incredulously, never breaking his gaze from the lighthouse.
"Sort of," she agreed, "But at least he has the satisfaction of knowing he helped to save peoples lives. It doesn't matter now anyway." She added wearily.
"Why not?"
"Because everything is computer generated now. A man doesn't need to stay there and take care of the lighthouse. No one lives in the lighthouse any longer, but a few centuries ago, you would have found one very lonely man guarding the tower and watching over the people of the sea. My father owns it now and it has a direct link to 'Ground Zero' and also acts as a weather pole, informing us of any dangers."
"Charming," he drawled sarcastically, annoyed at the mention of the underground city.
She growled and uncrossed her arms, "I was only letting you know!" She rolled her eyes, "If you want to leave then by all means, go!" Bulma couldn't help but add the comment.
He remained silent, not rising to her snapping comments.
"Vegeta...?" She whispered fearfully.
He glanced at her again, his curiosity piqued by the fear in her voice. "What?"
"What are you doing here?" She asked again, as softly as she had before.
"I already told you!" He growled out.
Bulma shook her head despondently, "I know that, but in what way did you accept my challenge?"
"You talk to much."
"And you have a nasty habit of trying to avoid questions. Now get to the point!" She persisted.
He drew his lips into a sneer, fully turning to face her. "Is there anyone living at the lighthouse currently?"
She turned and took a step back, caught off guard by his sudden forwardness. "I-No," she stammered as she found herself falling into endless pools of ebony eyes. She frowned, "Stop avoiding my question dammit!" She cried upon realization.
And then, everything happened too fast for her to think.
One second she had been standing on the pier, and next she was scooped up into a pair of muscular arms. She gasped as he held her tightly to her body, wondering what on earth he was doing. Flinging her arms around him, she pressed herself tightly into his solid chest as he strangely flew vertically towards the fast approaching lighthouse.
Her eyes grew as the drops of water below rose up at the force of Vegeta's ki, causing it to part and rise above them like two arched walls. Another gasp left her throat and she almost groaned at the crushing pressure of the wind upon her rib cage and face.
She pressed her face lightly into the corded muscles of his olive neck, trying to find a way to breath under the pressure. Even though his ki was shielding them from the rain, it did nothing for the torrents of wind as they sped forward.
Vegeta reveled at the petite figure embedded against his body. Her sound of her voice and questions had driven him to this. She was the only one to blame! A ghostly smirk lit his face as he held her tightly, knowing of the events to come.
They flew around the lighthouse as Vegeta searched for the ground entrance to the tower. He landed swiftly, forcing the locked door open with little effort.
Surprisingly for Vegeta, a spiral staircase greeted the couple and kicking the door behind him, he flew up the stairs with Bulma still in his arms.
Once on the top floor, a placed her down on her feet and was welcomed with a glare that could crack a mirror.
"What the hell is your problem?" Bulma shrieked, hands placed upon her hips.
"As I have said before," he waved his hand at her, "You talk too much."
"No shit! I mean, it's one thing to follow me in the pouring rain and then have the audacity to stand beside me and then you-!" Her voice grew muffled as soft warm lips pressed lightly into hers.
She froze.
What was he doing?! Her mind screamed for her to move away, her body tensed in fear as he continued to kiss her. She wanted to push him away, with all her being and just as she had found her sense and was about to struggle, he pulled his lips back and peered down at her with a smirk.
"And your voice is annoying." He added wickedly, his eyes gleaming strangely.
She gaped at him, "How dare-!"
Hot lips were once again upon hers and Bulma kicked herself for even bothering to speak. She placed her tiny blanched hands upon his chest and was startled as she realized he was in nothing but his training shorts!
He pulled her lips away forcefully, thinking she could discard the kiss as a momentary lapse of judgment on his part. "Are you insane?" She asked quietly, her eyes roving across his bare chest. Why had he followed her in the rain this way? Why was he here?!
Vegeta cocked his head at her comment, such an un-Vegeta like gesture. "It depends on what you imply towards being insane." He commented thoughtfully.
Bulma almost cracked a smile at his comment. It were as though he was almost joking with her! From that point, she saw the man that was truly Vegeta. Beneath the cynical, condescending, rude nature lay a man with a sense of sarcastic humor to rival her own!
She almost threw head back and howled with laughter but sobered quickly. She opened her mouth to speak again, but found his lips smothering hers.
The gentle strokes of his lips brought tingles down her spine. She could never recall having experienced such electric sensations running through her body. Her mind screamed at her to pull back as his muscled arms wound around to the small of her waist, but her body refused to listen to the pleas.
She moaned lightly against his lips as she felt her body press lightly into his toned on and her arms laced around his neck involuntarily. His lips felt so soft upon her... She couldn't stop herself from responding to the kiss.
All the while, her mind cried out at the betrayal she was enduring.
Why was he taking advantage of her, at her most vulnerable state?!
But her body refused to acknowledge the pleas of her mind as his calloused hands trailed down to her hips, forcing a tremor of pleasure to jolt through her body. She realized that she didn't want a commitment with another man.
One night was all this would amount to... Wouldn't it?
~*~
Bulma accelerated herself even faster as she approached the gates to the mansion. From the top pocket of her jacket she pulled a pair of crimson tinted sunglasses to shield her eyes from the harsh wind that was lashing past her.
She clicked a small red button on the right handle bar and zipped through open gates, unaware that she was being followed by a certain Saiyan. Her heart felt heavy as her tyres screeched, turning into the road that was filled with traffic. She zig-zagged through the speeding cars, not being able to escape the haunting thoughts that were plaguing her.
Guilt.
That was what she was feeling. The sudden sensation of guilt was far too much for Bulma. As she twisted and turned through the densely filled roads of Satan City, recollections of her conversation with Vegeta in 'Ground Zero' replayed in her mind like a constant, bitter reminder of how terribly she had behaved with him... With Vegeta.
The sky scraper buildings of the industrialized city flattened as she increased her speed, trying to avoid any perilous collisions with other drivers and pedestrians. Subconsciously, she knew where she was going. Bulma was heading straight for the pier in which she and Yamcha had shared their first kiss. That innocent time had seemed so long ago...
"I can see why your father gave you away to Frieza. He was probably relieved to get your slimy self off his hands."
Bulma cringed as she remembered the exact words she had spoken to Vegeta. How cruel they sounded to her in the light of day!
It was then that Bulma felt a rounded droplet of water smack into her cheek. She peered up long enough from under glasses, and sure enough the gray clouds that were dotted in the dull sky, swooped together and melded into one. It covered the sky of the city like a thick, saturated blanket.
The heavens opened and the rain began to pour relentlessly.
Bulma cursed silently at her stupidity. But she couldn't go back to the mansion, not right now. Not after she had said such unforgivable things to Vegeta. She knew she would have to apologize, but Bulma was never the type of person to ask for forgiveness and she was certain that a man like Vegeta would never show mercy and forgive. So what was the point?
She rounded her lips and sighed heavily.
Bulma resolved that she would fix the problem between herself and Vegeta as soon as she returned home. Right now, she just wanted to be alone and think. She wanted to know why she had said such things to him, just because he would help. He was Vegeta! She should understand that his arrogance and pride would not allow him to help anyone. So why hadn't she stopped herself from saying such cruel things?
Of course, Vegeta himself wasn't without fault. He was being far too rude and stubborn and those were two things Bulma was herself, but couldn't stand to see in other people. She sighed again as she remembered his reaction to her words.
It was almost as if he were defending himself against her... Had his father really given him away to Frieza because he was a burden? Bulma didn't know about Vegeta's past, if truth be told she had personally never cared. But the remark she made had purely been cynical and logical on her part, for she had no idea that Vegeta had actually been given away to Frieza as a child. She had just assumed it.
That was another mystery of the Saiyan Prince. She suddenly found herself wanting to know more about him... About his past. But she knew he would never let her have the satisfaction of knowing his dark and troubled past. It was a blessing that he was here in future with them, to help them battle against the Androids. After all, two full-blooded Saiyans were much better than one. Right?
Lost in her thoughts, she came to attention when a sixteen-wheeler blared its horn at her. She started and turned to see that she had been veering into the truck's side. Grabbing control of her bike, she growled and steered away from the truck, berating herself for not paying attention. That had been too close!
She was now on one of the many inter-linking highways of Satan City... She was almost there for she could barely trace the grains of sea salt that had entered her mouth via the wind.
The rain was now coming in sharp pellets. Her skin underneath the leather began to burn from the heavy pounding of the rain on her thighs and shoulders. Blue and azure tresses tangled with one another to form a web of wet silken hair. But she carried on driving, straight to the pier.
~*~
He was about to swoop down from his position high in the air as he saw the woman almost get flattened by an incredibly large freight truck.
Vegeta snarled at the woman's reckless driving. Did she think she was invincible?!
He could not believe that he was actually chasing the woman. But it could not be helped. After all, she had initiated the Saiyan mating ritual and now it was entirely up to her to resolve the situation she had created between them. Maybe then he would find peace and continue his training alone, without her spirit brandishing his thoughts.
It was her problem for initiating this game of cat and mouse, he was only complying to challenge for he was not one to turn down a challenge. And this particular challenge happened to be more enticing than he could have bargained for.
He followed her silently, but frowned as he noticed she was not even concentrating on her surroundings. His mood sobered as he continued to follow her.
Did she even know he was chasing her?!
~*~
Bulma screeched to a halt as she finally reached her haven. The pier.
She kicked the break of her bike down and slid off with ease. The rain had now steadied to a mellow drizzle, acting like a crystalline curtain around her. She frowned as the torrents of wind swirled around her dangerously, threatening to knock her back as she made her way down the wooden pier of the beach.
Wind whipped and lashed at the soaked tendrils of hair, causing it to plaster across her face as she broke into a sprint down the center of the long pier. She drew her breaths in long gulps, her heart pounding roughly against her ribcage as her feet thundered down on the wooden boards of the pier.
Once at the edge of the pier, she stood rigidly with her feet apart and arms crossed. A grim line set her mouth as she gazed at the tossing currents of the darkened sea. Even though the rain had slowed to a mere trickle, the speed of the wind was still dangerous enough to try and knock her backwards, but Bulma stood her ground.
A solid five minutes had passed before she stiffened visibly as she watched the waves in front of her crash roughly against the small island in the distance with the tall and brazen lighthouse. The sky had darkened and the vibrant glow from the lighthouse bathed the churning sea below, warning the cargo ships and sailors of the jagged rocks that it stood upon.
That same lighthouse held so many memories for her. Some good and some not so...
"Why are you here?" She asked softly.
A reply never came. Instead, a grunt was her only answer.
She turned to face her companion with a look of hidden sorrow. She looked into a pair of cold and calculating eyes, those very eyes that had haunted her dreams for the past few days. Bulma bit her lip, uncertain of why her stomach was churning like the very sea below her. "Vegeta?" Her voice was softly spoken, as though she were afraid she might shatter the peaceful image of the chiseled man beside her.
He stared into her wide blue eyes for a moment, before he forced himself to look away at the strange tower she had been staring at longingly. "You issued a challenge." He replied gruffly, suddenly becoming conscious of her intent stare on the portrait of his face. He was afraid he would jump upon her if he gazed a second longer into her glassy eyes.
Bulma blinked away the cool raindrops that managed to enter her eyes. They mingled with her own burning tears and she was secretly glad it was raining. She didn't want to see him cry like an infant child. His words refused to make sense in her mind. "Challenge?"
"Yes."
Her eyes widened as she remembered her very words before she had jumped into the Black Mist. "Catch me if you can," she murmured to herself.
"Hm," the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Why would you want to catch me?" She asked, a little perplexed.
"Saiyans do not turn down challenges." He replied indifferently.
She smiled at this, wondering why he was not looking at her. She took a deep breath, finding a sliver of courage hidden in her heart. "I'm sorry."
He started briefly before eyeing her warily from the corner of his eye. He stood as still as a statue, mirroring Bulma's prior pose.
"I'm sorry," she continued, "For saying those things to you. It was wrong and... I can understand your reaction to it." She waited with bated breath for his reply.
"You know nothing of my past," he snapped as he returned his gaze back to the strange tower.
"You're right, I don't and I apologize," she sighed. She didn't want an argument to arise between them. "You just surprised me when you refused to help. I was too angry to see that my father and I could have easily dealt with Blue Dwarf and I..." She trailed off not knowing what else to say.
They stood side by side silently, comforted by each other's presence.
Bulma sent another glance in his direction and caught the odd expression that drifted across his sharp features as he stared at the lighthouse. "That's a lighthouse," she informed him, chuckling inwardly at his confusion.
"What-" He paused, uncertain if he should voice the questions that were forming in his mind. Humans were such strange creatures!
The entire planet had been and still was a culture shock for Vegeta, who had never seen a race indulge in such frivolous material possessions and entertainment before. He concluded that Earth was very lucky indeed, to not have to worry about aspects such as agriculture and seasons. It was a prosperous planet... Filled with moronic weaklings.
If Saiyans had evolved upon this planet, he was certain that Earth would have been a gold mine for his warrior race. They lived in peace and had no fear in their minds for their planets safety. Vejita-sei had constantly guarded its planet, knowing of the many enemies that despised the Saiyan Empire. He couldn't help but feel envious of the woman's life-style. But he could not delve into hypocrisy, for he had little clue about her childhood as she had with his.
Before he had landed upon the pier beside her, he had caught the faraway look that was splayed across her face as she gazed at the strange structure. She seemed to have lost herself when Vegeta landed beside her, which brought him to the question poised at his lips. "What does it do." He demanded, rather than questioned.
Bulma had waited patiently for Vegeta to ask her the question that had been on his mind. He seemed to have retreated into the recesses of his mind before finally speaking.
"A lighthouse behaves like a beacon, if you will." She paused as she watched the features of his face shift into the intense expression he had adorned when looking upon her. But this time, he was staring directly at the lighthouse, as if he could pierce the stone structure with his own gaze. "The light that's revolving at the top of the tower warns ships or sailors of the jutting rocks that it stands upon. That way, the ships would sail around the area instead of crashing into the rocks and sinking."
He grunted, "Stupid idea." Vegeta cringed inside at the words he had spoken. Could he have sounded any more fickle?
She laughed softly.
He felt the chords of his strong heart tighten at the raspy chuckle that parted from her lips. He was certain that she was purposely torturing him... Purposely flaunting herself before him, letting him know of what he could never obtain.
"Perhaps it is," she remarked. "But that stupid idea has saved a countless number of lives." She looked back at the lighthouse. "In olden times, someone would be living in the lighthouse, ready to turn on the beacon of light if there was ever a storm."
"You mean a man would actually waste his time in that thing?" He asked incredulously, never breaking his gaze from the lighthouse.
"Sort of," she agreed, "But at least he has the satisfaction of knowing he helped to save peoples lives. It doesn't matter now anyway." She added wearily.
"Why not?"
"Because everything is computer generated now. A man doesn't need to stay there and take care of the lighthouse. No one lives in the lighthouse any longer, but a few centuries ago, you would have found one very lonely man guarding the tower and watching over the people of the sea. My father owns it now and it has a direct link to 'Ground Zero' and also acts as a weather pole, informing us of any dangers."
"Charming," he drawled sarcastically, annoyed at the mention of the underground city.
She growled and uncrossed her arms, "I was only letting you know!" She rolled her eyes, "If you want to leave then by all means, go!" Bulma couldn't help but add the comment.
He remained silent, not rising to her snapping comments.
"Vegeta...?" She whispered fearfully.
He glanced at her again, his curiosity piqued by the fear in her voice. "What?"
"What are you doing here?" She asked again, as softly as she had before.
"I already told you!" He growled out.
Bulma shook her head despondently, "I know that, but in what way did you accept my challenge?"
"You talk to much."
"And you have a nasty habit of trying to avoid questions. Now get to the point!" She persisted.
He drew his lips into a sneer, fully turning to face her. "Is there anyone living at the lighthouse currently?"
She turned and took a step back, caught off guard by his sudden forwardness. "I-No," she stammered as she found herself falling into endless pools of ebony eyes. She frowned, "Stop avoiding my question dammit!" She cried upon realization.
And then, everything happened too fast for her to think.
One second she had been standing on the pier, and next she was scooped up into a pair of muscular arms. She gasped as he held her tightly to her body, wondering what on earth he was doing. Flinging her arms around him, she pressed herself tightly into his solid chest as he strangely flew vertically towards the fast approaching lighthouse.
Her eyes grew as the drops of water below rose up at the force of Vegeta's ki, causing it to part and rise above them like two arched walls. Another gasp left her throat and she almost groaned at the crushing pressure of the wind upon her rib cage and face.
She pressed her face lightly into the corded muscles of his olive neck, trying to find a way to breath under the pressure. Even though his ki was shielding them from the rain, it did nothing for the torrents of wind as they sped forward.
Vegeta reveled at the petite figure embedded against his body. Her sound of her voice and questions had driven him to this. She was the only one to blame! A ghostly smirk lit his face as he held her tightly, knowing of the events to come.
They flew around the lighthouse as Vegeta searched for the ground entrance to the tower. He landed swiftly, forcing the locked door open with little effort.
Surprisingly for Vegeta, a spiral staircase greeted the couple and kicking the door behind him, he flew up the stairs with Bulma still in his arms.
Once on the top floor, a placed her down on her feet and was welcomed with a glare that could crack a mirror.
"What the hell is your problem?" Bulma shrieked, hands placed upon her hips.
"As I have said before," he waved his hand at her, "You talk too much."
"No shit! I mean, it's one thing to follow me in the pouring rain and then have the audacity to stand beside me and then you-!" Her voice grew muffled as soft warm lips pressed lightly into hers.
She froze.
What was he doing?! Her mind screamed for her to move away, her body tensed in fear as he continued to kiss her. She wanted to push him away, with all her being and just as she had found her sense and was about to struggle, he pulled his lips back and peered down at her with a smirk.
"And your voice is annoying." He added wickedly, his eyes gleaming strangely.
She gaped at him, "How dare-!"
Hot lips were once again upon hers and Bulma kicked herself for even bothering to speak. She placed her tiny blanched hands upon his chest and was startled as she realized he was in nothing but his training shorts!
He pulled her lips away forcefully, thinking she could discard the kiss as a momentary lapse of judgment on his part. "Are you insane?" She asked quietly, her eyes roving across his bare chest. Why had he followed her in the rain this way? Why was he here?!
Vegeta cocked his head at her comment, such an un-Vegeta like gesture. "It depends on what you imply towards being insane." He commented thoughtfully.
Bulma almost cracked a smile at his comment. It were as though he was almost joking with her! From that point, she saw the man that was truly Vegeta. Beneath the cynical, condescending, rude nature lay a man with a sense of sarcastic humor to rival her own!
She almost threw head back and howled with laughter but sobered quickly. She opened her mouth to speak again, but found his lips smothering hers.
The gentle strokes of his lips brought tingles down her spine. She could never recall having experienced such electric sensations running through her body. Her mind screamed at her to pull back as his muscled arms wound around to the small of her waist, but her body refused to listen to the pleas.
She moaned lightly against his lips as she felt her body press lightly into his toned on and her arms laced around his neck involuntarily. His lips felt so soft upon her... She couldn't stop herself from responding to the kiss.
All the while, her mind cried out at the betrayal she was enduring.
Why was he taking advantage of her, at her most vulnerable state?!
But her body refused to acknowledge the pleas of her mind as his calloused hands trailed down to her hips, forcing a tremor of pleasure to jolt through her body. She realized that she didn't want a commitment with another man.
One night was all this would amount to... Wouldn't it?
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