Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ Hidden Scars ( Chapter 12 )
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By: HeartlessChild 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Updated On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 588 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Updated On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 588 | Status: Completed
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The features of her face flinched as the remnants of sleep slowly faded away, revealing her to the realm of the living.Impending grogginess hung over her head like a black cloud, saturated with cold rain water.It threatened to burst.Now she would have to face the reality that her actions had evoked.Groaning quietly, she fearfully looked up.The room was still dark, as the sun’s rays never reached the underwater city, but Bulma could see that she was alone on the bed.Her misguided interpretation gave way to hope but it soon wilted like decayed petals on a dying flower, as she took into account the rest of the room.
By the large and round concave window Vegeta stood, completely devoid of clothes, with his back to her as he looked out through the window into the clear turquoise depths of Dran’s sea.The various exotic fish of the planet flitted by in their own swaying rapture, causing the room to be illuminated by the haunting blue sheen from the sea.She gazed silently at his marred back.For the first time since they had met on Namek, Bulma she could truly and honestly say he was beautiful.Not just gorgeous or handsome…But simply beautiful.Down to every last imperfection on his toned olive skin.
She felt the heat of her body rise and frowned upon the strange sensation, not accustomed to overpowering desire that bubbled in her stomach.Willing herself to be strong, she rose from the bed, wrapping the tangled sheet around her naked form.Slowly but surely, she padded softly to the other side of the room, coming to a halt in front of the Saiya-jin Prince’s scarred back.How could she not have noticed them in the lighthouse?Had she been so wrapped up as to ignore the devastations upon his body?
Fascinated by the deeply embedded lines, she raised her hand to touch them.He knew she was standing there, but he would not allow himself to react to her touch.
Bulma almost felt hot, salty tears prick her eyes.She covertly blinked them away, gently tracing the angry yet healed jagged lines on his back.They must have been incredibly painful.That was something Vegeta had not allowed her to see through his mind…His pain.She felt him stiffen under her exploration.Biting her lip, she tightened the bed sheet around her and moved round to face her…Her what?Her lover?Her companion?She couldn’t even begin to comprehend how complicated the situation between them was.There was a deeply embedded attraction between the two, but anything beyond that didn’t really exist.Or did it?
Seconds passed but they seemed to drag on like hours as she stared at his marred chest.Even now he chose not to acknowledge her, but she didn’t seem to mind or even care.It were as if he was a living, breathing statue…So emotionless and cold.Unable to stop herself, she reached out and lightly caressed the healed scars across his chest, examining each one like a precious jewel.
She looked up frowning, as she trailed her hand to his cheek, softly tracing the jagged scar tucked away safely along his jaw line.Yamcha had many scars upon his face, unfortunately he failed to carry them as well as Vegeta.In many ways, Yamcha would always carry his boyish trait.Bulma wrinkled her nose, surprised she was now comparing Yamcha to Vegeta.She gently rubbed the scar along his jaw line, looking up into his eyes as she did so.
“You’ve grown,” she whispered, feeling the desire spreading forth in her body.
He blinked, as if awakening from a trance.Frowning, he looked down in surprise.“When Saiyans train at a high intensity, our bodies grow to accustom the great power in our bodies.Although I used to be small for a reason.”The memories threatened to engulf him, but he pushed them back into the recesses of his mind, steadfastly.
Bulma craned her head back in speculation, “Frieza.”She stated confidently, “He would deplete your food rations so your body fed on your muscles instead, causing you unable to increase your strength and your body size…Am I right?”She moved closer, the wild flutter of butterfly wings dancing around in her stomach as she placed both her hands on his cheeks, gently bringing his head down to be level with hers.
Vegeta complied, bowing his head.How long had he waited for this?Too long.It was the bond causing Bulma to behave in such a way, but everything felt utterly right.He kept his arms by his sides, forcing them and the rising lust to stay down as she stepped closer towards his naked form.All that stood between them was the heavily scented bed sheet that she had modestly wrapped around her body.
Bulma had to admire his restraint.However, she did not possess such a skill.As she pulled his head closer to hers, she slowly raised her lips and brushed them against the jagged scar along his jaw line.She slowly trailed her lips down to his neck, then to his chest, her lips rubbing the once painful scars.He tasted salty, manlier in comparison to a certain ex-boyfriend; the sweat of last night’s activities still lingered upon his toned body.She looked into his eyes, the intensity that burned in them was enough for her to want to push him into the nearby chair and take him there.
Her hands moved to gently caress his rock hard abdomen.Vegeta’s shallow breathing brought her away from the throes of her passion.Gathering up her strength, she stopped her ministrations and lightly placed her head in the crook of his neck.From what she had already seen, she knew Vegeta was not the type of man to hug or cuddle, but she didn’t care as she wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling his body tense at the sensation of being hugged.
“It frightens me,” she said softly against his neck, shivering as she did so.
“What is it that frightens you?”He asked quietly, although his voice was unintentionally rough.
“How fast everything is happening…”She trailed off, lifting her head to look up into Vegeta’s unfathomable obsidian eyes.Once again she felt the heat in her body rise, calling her to initiate touch.She licked her lips, softly biting the lower lip.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her lower lip that she chewed constantly.“Why do you do that?”He asked unexpectedly, as if in wonderment.
She frowned for a moment, registering his odd question.Her eyes widened and she broke into a dazzling smile, tilting her head as she regarded the stoic Prince.“It’s a habit, I guess.”She tightened her arms around his waist, but she was certain he felt no pain at the action.No mere human could hurt the Prince of Saiyans, not physically in any case.
He grunted and looked away, out through the remarkable window, gazing at the turquoise sea.He would lose all self control if he continued to stare at her, and that would not bode well for the Prince.
Bulma sighed and released him from the hug.She could see that he was trying to avoid touching her at all costs.Some things were just hopeless.The air around her was growing hot, causing her cheeks to light up from the rouge that was brushed across them.“Why is it, that every time we--”
A gentle tap on the sliding door across the room, halted her question.She kept her mouth clamped and peered at the Saiyan Prince with wide eyes.“Quick, get in the bathroom!”She hissed under her breath.
Vegeta raised his brow in speculation.He smirked before folding his arms, indicating that he was not going to move.Bulma scowled at him in fury, the nerve of his arrogance!She decided to try another tactic.She pouted her lower lip out and caused her eyes to grow round and large, “Please Vegeta, beside you don’t have any clothes on…”She stifled a smile as she pointed to his bare assets.
He growled at the manipulative technique of his woman.“Don’t ever think that look will always work, woman.”He snarled, before moving to the corner of the room where he could not be seen.As he stepped into the shadowed corner, he sneered in disgust at his compliance.Since when did he become such a push over?!
Bulma grinned triumphantly at his retreating back, before bounding towards the door and pressing the small button.She was surprised to find Drano standing at the door, with his hands behind his back, blushing as he looked away from her.She froze, realizing she was still wrapped in the bed sheet and had forgotten to put on her clothing.
“Sorry,” she whispered, blushing in return.“I just got out of bed.”
Drano continued to look at the floor, as if completely baffled.“I…Well, I only…Um, wanted to see if you were-uh-ready to go above waters.Forgive me, I had no idea that you sleep with…”He trailed off and looked up helplessly into her eyes.
She almost laughed at his shy reaction.A gentle warmth spread through her body as she smiled at the bashful Prince.“No, it’s my fault.I was just so hot last night. If you give me twenty minutes, I should be ready and then we can go.Is that alright?”
Drano nodded eagerly, bringing his hands out from behind his back.She was delighted to find herself presented with a single exotic Dranien flower.Its golden, sun speckled petals were curled up delicately into a spherical shape, with the slender green stem a meter long.The flower was incredibly striking, but what surprised Bulma even more, was the indigo pollen that was sprinkled into the centre of the bloom.She gasped in admiration.
“Darkum nostin por quen si amass corrova mai dan,” he said with a gentlemanly bow, as he held it out to her.
She smiled and politely took the flower, “Thank you…What did you just say?”
“An attractive flower for a most dazzling woman.”He flashed his trademark smile.
Bulma stifled a school-girl giggle that threatened to burst forth.She wistfully wondered if she would ever receive such respectable treatment from men when she returned to Earth.Somehow, she didn’t think she would. “Your flattery is too much Drano, thank you.”
“My pleasure.”As he raised his head, he looked above and beyond her ruffled blue tresses, and almost scowled as he saw the soiled bed from a distance.A faint scent hit his nose at the exact moment, bringing forth his further suspicion.“I seem to have forgotten that I have some business to attend to.I will take my leave of you Bulma and meet you at the palace docking bay in two hours.We shall begin our journey from there and I hope you will find the cities of Dran as stunning on land as it is under the sea.”He forced himself to smile, turning to walk away from the beautiful woman.
Bulma was oblivious to the subtle change in the Dranien Prince as he walked away; instead she fawned over the precious flower as she pressed the button to close the sliding door.Had she not raised her head, she would have bumped into Vegeta, who now stood in her way.Her brow furrowed as she caught a bizarre glint in his eyes.She opened her mouth to speak, but before a word could be uttered, she watched in horror as he ripped the golden flower from her hands.
“Hey!” She cried out, rushing forth to take back the stolen treasure.She merely found herself being thrown onto the bed by Vegeta’s quick arm.Bulma blinked away the astonishment she felt for his actions.What in the seven hells was he doing?!As she tried to sit up, she found herself pinned to the bed as Vegeta sat on her, straddling her.
Bulma looked up helplessly, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”She shrieked with anger, trying desperately to push him off of her.The more she seemed to struggle, the more obvious it became that Vegeta was not going to relent.
Vegeta effortlessly batted away her flailing arms as he held the disgusting flower in front of her face.“Quiet!”His voice roared throughout the room, clearly enraged.Bulma’s voice quieted to a whimper as she stared helplessly up into Vegeta’s face.Her body trembled as he waved the flower in front of her face, a thunderous expression darting across his face.
Her breath came out in short gasps, clearly alarmed by the turn in Vegeta’s persona.
Vegeta growled and crushed the blossom of the flower in his hand, letting the petals fall from the stem and crumble upon her face.He tosses the stem away and snarled as she gazed at him with a petrified expression.He would not have his woman cavorting around with another man.She was his and he would die a hundred deaths before letting another snivelling weakling near her.Grabbing her hands, he roughly pushed them above her head, trapping her beneath him.“That fool should know better than to court with something that is already taken!”He hissed into her ear.
She gasped angrily, trying fervently to push his naked body off her.She was not an object to be owned!But as his hands caressed her curves, the desire that had been suppressed momentarily, burst forth like volcano erupting, the blazing lava coursing through her veins.Her chest heaved, now slightly exposed by her retaliation.She closed her eyes as his lips captured hers roughly, his tongue plundering her mouth unashamedly.
Bulma tried to fight against his actions, but she felt herself falling, falling into the similar pit of desire that drowned her the previous night.Her prior notions of dread blew away in a whirlwind of passion as she felt his hands trail a line of fire down her curves.She opened her eyes slightly; looking up at Vegeta’s chiselled face through narrow slits, her cerulean eyes grew cloudy with lust, glimmering against the blue shadows that danced around the room.“You really frightened me,” she murmured as he lightly brushed away one of the crushed golden petals against her cheek, eliciting a moan from her mouth.
He scowled against her neck, nipping the softly at the delicate porcelain skin.“Good.”
If it has been under other circumstances, Bulma would have been fuming at the response, but at that particular moment she didn’t even hear it as his tongue danced and darted across her heated flesh.
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Bulma sent a thunderous glare towards the Saiyan Prince as she pulled a pink t-shirt over her head with inhumane force.“You are the most obnoxious man to ever be in existence!”She mumbled through gritted teeth, walking towards the dressing table.“You destroyed such a beautiful flower!” said quietly to herself.She deftly picked up one of her brushes and combed her unruly locks with intense fervour.She fumed silently as she heard a snort come from Vegeta, who was still refusing to move from the bed.Bulma whirled around to face him with an irritated glare.
“If I am obnoxious, then you are insufferable.And that flower was an idiotic token.”He retaliated, a smirk quirking his lips as she sputtered with rage.He frowned as he watched her primp, silently wondering why she insisted on looking perfect at all times.Never before had he come across such a vain creature.It appeared that look were everything to the blue haired genius, fortunately for her that Prince Drano’s features paled in comparison to his.He shook his head in annoyance. “You are not going anyway with that fool Prince.”He remarked.
Bulma narrowed her eyes dangerously, “You are not going to dictate my affairs Vegeta,” she hissed whilst clutching her brush.“I am going to see the city with Drano, whether you approve or not!You’re not my keeper.”
Almost immediately she found her thighs pinned to the dressing table as Vegeta phased from the bed, pressing roughly against her. “Be that as it may, what you do still affects me.You will do as I say,” he said, his eyes glittering with hidden fury.
She rolled her eyes, trying to push him away, “Honestly Vegeta, I’m not going to run off and fuck him!”Her temper flared at his strange protectiveness.It was something she was certainly not used to.
His eyes darkened with amusement as he shook his head, “Naughty woman, you seem to be picking up on my bad habits.”He lowered his head to nip at her bare neck.
Bulma frowned at the comment, before allowing a small smile to flit across her lips.“Well, you have only yourself to blame.”She swallowed a gasp as his hands roamed her curves, the desire aflame within her.“Not again,” she groaned through the haze surrounding her.“Come on Vegeta, I have to go!”She tried unsuccessfully to push him away.
After a few more moments of exploration, he retreated with a sneer.“You are not going with that fool.”He snapped, reiterating his objection.
She sighed in exasperation, “Oh for Kami’s sake!What makes you think I would do anything with him?He’s a friend,” she cried as she desperately tried to plead her case.
His lips curled up into a snarl, his raven coloured orbs smouldering against the light from the room.
Bulma almost retreated from the deadly look upon his face.She had never seen him this way before, what on earth was getting into him?A sliver of fear shot up her spine, her eyes growing wide at the revelation.“Vegeta…Stop it,” she whispered fearfully, “You’re really frightening me.”
As if by a magical force, his smouldering gaze fell to stone as he stared at her.It was upon seeing the true fear in her eyes that he comprehended what was happening to him.Because of the initiated bond, the primal Saiyan instincts within him were greater than ever before.The protectiveness, the jealously…He almost scowled at the thought, such lowly emotions were beneath him and yet this small human seemed to bring it out from the recesses of his black mind.“I don’t care,” he growled, “You will not go.I do not trust him.”
She sighed, muttering softly to herself, “You don’t trust anyone…”But the comment was not lost upon his sensitive ears.He glared at her, unflinching and uncaring.Bulma realized that an angry response would not sit well at present, instead she opted for compromise.“Well, then come with me.I have to introduce you to him anyway; you might as well join us.”She felt hope blossom as his guarded expression dropped in surprise momentarily.
“My training,” he responded quietly, although Bulma could see he was seriously contemplating her invitation.After all, would the Saiyan Prince pass up an opportunity to ridicule planet Dran’s Prince and keep an eye on the unreliable fool?
“What’s one day?”She said eagerly, flashing him a sweet smile.
He snorted in disgust, “Very well woman.But if that idiot so much as glances the wrong way at me, I’ll have his guts for garters, is that clear?”He growled, unable to believe his sudden compliance.
“Crystal.”Bulma grinned triumphantly, “Great, so its settled, you’ll come with us!” She reached out and gently placed a chaste kiss upon his lips.He frowned at the action.He would have to have a discussion with her about some of her certain, endearing behaviour.It made him uncomfortable.
“Now, hurry up and get ready.We’re late as it is!”She chirped as she pushed him in the direction of the bathroom.
Vegeta snarled, grumbling all the way to the bathroom about his woman’s undeniable persuasiveness and annoying voice.He seemed to prefer her much more when she was silent.
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“Now nearing Dran-sei’s solar system.”The computerized female voice said vacantly, speaking to the entire ship.
“We made it to Dran in good time, right?”The young soldier of the Nikora fleet remarked to his brother.The higher ranking soldier nodded in reply, checking the basic statistics of the ship.
“We will soon have the pleasure of meeting with Vegeta,” the older said, smirking in delight.“I am sure he has not changed in the slightest,” he chuckled snidely at the memory of the two fighting.“I’m quiet aware that the Captain sent me for a reason.After all, who else could challenge Vegeta?”
The younger brother shook his head at his pompous brother.He worried that the exact same pride would be his downfall.
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The features of her face flinched as the remnants of sleep slowly faded away, revealing her to the realm of the living.Impending grogginess hung over her head like a black cloud, saturated with cold rain water.It threatened to burst.Now she would have to face the reality that her actions had evoked.Groaning quietly, she fearfully looked up.The room was still dark, as the sun’s rays never reached the underwater city, but Bulma could see that she was alone on the bed.Her misguided interpretation gave way to hope but it soon wilted like decayed petals on a dying flower, as she took into account the rest of the room.
By the large and round concave window Vegeta stood, completely devoid of clothes, with his back to her as he looked out through the window into the clear turquoise depths of Dran’s sea.The various exotic fish of the planet flitted by in their own swaying rapture, causing the room to be illuminated by the haunting blue sheen from the sea.She gazed silently at his marred back.For the first time since they had met on Namek, Bulma she could truly and honestly say he was beautiful.Not just gorgeous or handsome…But simply beautiful.Down to every last imperfection on his toned olive skin.
She felt the heat of her body rise and frowned upon the strange sensation, not accustomed to overpowering desire that bubbled in her stomach.Willing herself to be strong, she rose from the bed, wrapping the tangled sheet around her naked form.Slowly but surely, she padded softly to the other side of the room, coming to a halt in front of the Saiya-jin Prince’s scarred back.How could she not have noticed them in the lighthouse?Had she been so wrapped up as to ignore the devastations upon his body?
Fascinated by the deeply embedded lines, she raised her hand to touch them.He knew she was standing there, but he would not allow himself to react to her touch.
Bulma almost felt hot, salty tears prick her eyes.She covertly blinked them away, gently tracing the angry yet healed jagged lines on his back.They must have been incredibly painful.That was something Vegeta had not allowed her to see through his mind…His pain.She felt him stiffen under her exploration.Biting her lip, she tightened the bed sheet around her and moved round to face her…Her what?Her lover?Her companion?She couldn’t even begin to comprehend how complicated the situation between them was.There was a deeply embedded attraction between the two, but anything beyond that didn’t really exist.Or did it?
Seconds passed but they seemed to drag on like hours as she stared at his marred chest.Even now he chose not to acknowledge her, but she didn’t seem to mind or even care.It were as if he was a living, breathing statue…So emotionless and cold.Unable to stop herself, she reached out and lightly caressed the healed scars across his chest, examining each one like a precious jewel.
She looked up frowning, as she trailed her hand to his cheek, softly tracing the jagged scar tucked away safely along his jaw line.Yamcha had many scars upon his face, unfortunately he failed to carry them as well as Vegeta.In many ways, Yamcha would always carry his boyish trait.Bulma wrinkled her nose, surprised she was now comparing Yamcha to Vegeta.She gently rubbed the scar along his jaw line, looking up into his eyes as she did so.
“You’ve grown,” she whispered, feeling the desire spreading forth in her body.
He blinked, as if awakening from a trance.Frowning, he looked down in surprise.“When Saiyans train at a high intensity, our bodies grow to accustom the great power in our bodies.Although I used to be small for a reason.”The memories threatened to engulf him, but he pushed them back into the recesses of his mind, steadfastly.
Bulma craned her head back in speculation, “Frieza.”She stated confidently, “He would deplete your food rations so your body fed on your muscles instead, causing you unable to increase your strength and your body size…Am I right?”She moved closer, the wild flutter of butterfly wings dancing around in her stomach as she placed both her hands on his cheeks, gently bringing his head down to be level with hers.
Vegeta complied, bowing his head.How long had he waited for this?Too long.It was the bond causing Bulma to behave in such a way, but everything felt utterly right.He kept his arms by his sides, forcing them and the rising lust to stay down as she stepped closer towards his naked form.All that stood between them was the heavily scented bed sheet that she had modestly wrapped around her body.
Bulma had to admire his restraint.However, she did not possess such a skill.As she pulled his head closer to hers, she slowly raised her lips and brushed them against the jagged scar along his jaw line.She slowly trailed her lips down to his neck, then to his chest, her lips rubbing the once painful scars.He tasted salty, manlier in comparison to a certain ex-boyfriend; the sweat of last night’s activities still lingered upon his toned body.She looked into his eyes, the intensity that burned in them was enough for her to want to push him into the nearby chair and take him there.
Her hands moved to gently caress his rock hard abdomen.Vegeta’s shallow breathing brought her away from the throes of her passion.Gathering up her strength, she stopped her ministrations and lightly placed her head in the crook of his neck.From what she had already seen, she knew Vegeta was not the type of man to hug or cuddle, but she didn’t care as she wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling his body tense at the sensation of being hugged.
“It frightens me,” she said softly against his neck, shivering as she did so.
“What is it that frightens you?”He asked quietly, although his voice was unintentionally rough.
“How fast everything is happening…”She trailed off, lifting her head to look up into Vegeta’s unfathomable obsidian eyes.Once again she felt the heat in her body rise, calling her to initiate touch.She licked her lips, softly biting the lower lip.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her lower lip that she chewed constantly.“Why do you do that?”He asked unexpectedly, as if in wonderment.
She frowned for a moment, registering his odd question.Her eyes widened and she broke into a dazzling smile, tilting her head as she regarded the stoic Prince.“It’s a habit, I guess.”She tightened her arms around his waist, but she was certain he felt no pain at the action.No mere human could hurt the Prince of Saiyans, not physically in any case.
He grunted and looked away, out through the remarkable window, gazing at the turquoise sea.He would lose all self control if he continued to stare at her, and that would not bode well for the Prince.
Bulma sighed and released him from the hug.She could see that he was trying to avoid touching her at all costs.Some things were just hopeless.The air around her was growing hot, causing her cheeks to light up from the rouge that was brushed across them.“Why is it, that every time we--”
A gentle tap on the sliding door across the room, halted her question.She kept her mouth clamped and peered at the Saiyan Prince with wide eyes.“Quick, get in the bathroom!”She hissed under her breath.
Vegeta raised his brow in speculation.He smirked before folding his arms, indicating that he was not going to move.Bulma scowled at him in fury, the nerve of his arrogance!She decided to try another tactic.She pouted her lower lip out and caused her eyes to grow round and large, “Please Vegeta, beside you don’t have any clothes on…”She stifled a smile as she pointed to his bare assets.
He growled at the manipulative technique of his woman.“Don’t ever think that look will always work, woman.”He snarled, before moving to the corner of the room where he could not be seen.As he stepped into the shadowed corner, he sneered in disgust at his compliance.Since when did he become such a push over?!
Bulma grinned triumphantly at his retreating back, before bounding towards the door and pressing the small button.She was surprised to find Drano standing at the door, with his hands behind his back, blushing as he looked away from her.She froze, realizing she was still wrapped in the bed sheet and had forgotten to put on her clothing.
“Sorry,” she whispered, blushing in return.“I just got out of bed.”
Drano continued to look at the floor, as if completely baffled.“I…Well, I only…Um, wanted to see if you were-uh-ready to go above waters.Forgive me, I had no idea that you sleep with…”He trailed off and looked up helplessly into her eyes.
She almost laughed at his shy reaction.A gentle warmth spread through her body as she smiled at the bashful Prince.“No, it’s my fault.I was just so hot last night. If you give me twenty minutes, I should be ready and then we can go.Is that alright?”
Drano nodded eagerly, bringing his hands out from behind his back.She was delighted to find herself presented with a single exotic Dranien flower.Its golden, sun speckled petals were curled up delicately into a spherical shape, with the slender green stem a meter long.The flower was incredibly striking, but what surprised Bulma even more, was the indigo pollen that was sprinkled into the centre of the bloom.She gasped in admiration.
“Darkum nostin por quen si amass corrova mai dan,” he said with a gentlemanly bow, as he held it out to her.
She smiled and politely took the flower, “Thank you…What did you just say?”
“An attractive flower for a most dazzling woman.”He flashed his trademark smile.
Bulma stifled a school-girl giggle that threatened to burst forth.She wistfully wondered if she would ever receive such respectable treatment from men when she returned to Earth.Somehow, she didn’t think she would. “Your flattery is too much Drano, thank you.”
“My pleasure.”As he raised his head, he looked above and beyond her ruffled blue tresses, and almost scowled as he saw the soiled bed from a distance.A faint scent hit his nose at the exact moment, bringing forth his further suspicion.“I seem to have forgotten that I have some business to attend to.I will take my leave of you Bulma and meet you at the palace docking bay in two hours.We shall begin our journey from there and I hope you will find the cities of Dran as stunning on land as it is under the sea.”He forced himself to smile, turning to walk away from the beautiful woman.
Bulma was oblivious to the subtle change in the Dranien Prince as he walked away; instead she fawned over the precious flower as she pressed the button to close the sliding door.Had she not raised her head, she would have bumped into Vegeta, who now stood in her way.Her brow furrowed as she caught a bizarre glint in his eyes.She opened her mouth to speak, but before a word could be uttered, she watched in horror as he ripped the golden flower from her hands.
“Hey!” She cried out, rushing forth to take back the stolen treasure.She merely found herself being thrown onto the bed by Vegeta’s quick arm.Bulma blinked away the astonishment she felt for his actions.What in the seven hells was he doing?!As she tried to sit up, she found herself pinned to the bed as Vegeta sat on her, straddling her.
Bulma looked up helplessly, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”She shrieked with anger, trying desperately to push him off of her.The more she seemed to struggle, the more obvious it became that Vegeta was not going to relent.
Vegeta effortlessly batted away her flailing arms as he held the disgusting flower in front of her face.“Quiet!”His voice roared throughout the room, clearly enraged.Bulma’s voice quieted to a whimper as she stared helplessly up into Vegeta’s face.Her body trembled as he waved the flower in front of her face, a thunderous expression darting across his face.
Her breath came out in short gasps, clearly alarmed by the turn in Vegeta’s persona.
Vegeta growled and crushed the blossom of the flower in his hand, letting the petals fall from the stem and crumble upon her face.He tosses the stem away and snarled as she gazed at him with a petrified expression.He would not have his woman cavorting around with another man.She was his and he would die a hundred deaths before letting another snivelling weakling near her.Grabbing her hands, he roughly pushed them above her head, trapping her beneath him.“That fool should know better than to court with something that is already taken!”He hissed into her ear.
She gasped angrily, trying fervently to push his naked body off her.She was not an object to be owned!But as his hands caressed her curves, the desire that had been suppressed momentarily, burst forth like volcano erupting, the blazing lava coursing through her veins.Her chest heaved, now slightly exposed by her retaliation.She closed her eyes as his lips captured hers roughly, his tongue plundering her mouth unashamedly.
Bulma tried to fight against his actions, but she felt herself falling, falling into the similar pit of desire that drowned her the previous night.Her prior notions of dread blew away in a whirlwind of passion as she felt his hands trail a line of fire down her curves.She opened her eyes slightly; looking up at Vegeta’s chiselled face through narrow slits, her cerulean eyes grew cloudy with lust, glimmering against the blue shadows that danced around the room.“You really frightened me,” she murmured as he lightly brushed away one of the crushed golden petals against her cheek, eliciting a moan from her mouth.
He scowled against her neck, nipping the softly at the delicate porcelain skin.“Good.”
If it has been under other circumstances, Bulma would have been fuming at the response, but at that particular moment she didn’t even hear it as his tongue danced and darted across her heated flesh.
~*~
Bulma sent a thunderous glare towards the Saiyan Prince as she pulled a pink t-shirt over her head with inhumane force.“You are the most obnoxious man to ever be in existence!”She mumbled through gritted teeth, walking towards the dressing table.“You destroyed such a beautiful flower!” said quietly to herself.She deftly picked up one of her brushes and combed her unruly locks with intense fervour.She fumed silently as she heard a snort come from Vegeta, who was still refusing to move from the bed.Bulma whirled around to face him with an irritated glare.
“If I am obnoxious, then you are insufferable.And that flower was an idiotic token.”He retaliated, a smirk quirking his lips as she sputtered with rage.He frowned as he watched her primp, silently wondering why she insisted on looking perfect at all times.Never before had he come across such a vain creature.It appeared that look were everything to the blue haired genius, fortunately for her that Prince Drano’s features paled in comparison to his.He shook his head in annoyance. “You are not going anyway with that fool Prince.”He remarked.
Bulma narrowed her eyes dangerously, “You are not going to dictate my affairs Vegeta,” she hissed whilst clutching her brush.“I am going to see the city with Drano, whether you approve or not!You’re not my keeper.”
Almost immediately she found her thighs pinned to the dressing table as Vegeta phased from the bed, pressing roughly against her. “Be that as it may, what you do still affects me.You will do as I say,” he said, his eyes glittering with hidden fury.
She rolled her eyes, trying to push him away, “Honestly Vegeta, I’m not going to run off and fuck him!”Her temper flared at his strange protectiveness.It was something she was certainly not used to.
His eyes darkened with amusement as he shook his head, “Naughty woman, you seem to be picking up on my bad habits.”He lowered his head to nip at her bare neck.
Bulma frowned at the comment, before allowing a small smile to flit across her lips.“Well, you have only yourself to blame.”She swallowed a gasp as his hands roamed her curves, the desire aflame within her.“Not again,” she groaned through the haze surrounding her.“Come on Vegeta, I have to go!”She tried unsuccessfully to push him away.
After a few more moments of exploration, he retreated with a sneer.“You are not going with that fool.”He snapped, reiterating his objection.
She sighed in exasperation, “Oh for Kami’s sake!What makes you think I would do anything with him?He’s a friend,” she cried as she desperately tried to plead her case.
His lips curled up into a snarl, his raven coloured orbs smouldering against the light from the room.
Bulma almost retreated from the deadly look upon his face.She had never seen him this way before, what on earth was getting into him?A sliver of fear shot up her spine, her eyes growing wide at the revelation.“Vegeta…Stop it,” she whispered fearfully, “You’re really frightening me.”
As if by a magical force, his smouldering gaze fell to stone as he stared at her.It was upon seeing the true fear in her eyes that he comprehended what was happening to him.Because of the initiated bond, the primal Saiyan instincts within him were greater than ever before.The protectiveness, the jealously…He almost scowled at the thought, such lowly emotions were beneath him and yet this small human seemed to bring it out from the recesses of his black mind.“I don’t care,” he growled, “You will not go.I do not trust him.”
She sighed, muttering softly to herself, “You don’t trust anyone…”But the comment was not lost upon his sensitive ears.He glared at her, unflinching and uncaring.Bulma realized that an angry response would not sit well at present, instead she opted for compromise.“Well, then come with me.I have to introduce you to him anyway; you might as well join us.”She felt hope blossom as his guarded expression dropped in surprise momentarily.
“My training,” he responded quietly, although Bulma could see he was seriously contemplating her invitation.After all, would the Saiyan Prince pass up an opportunity to ridicule planet Dran’s Prince and keep an eye on the unreliable fool?
“What’s one day?”She said eagerly, flashing him a sweet smile.
He snorted in disgust, “Very well woman.But if that idiot so much as glances the wrong way at me, I’ll have his guts for garters, is that clear?”He growled, unable to believe his sudden compliance.
“Crystal.”Bulma grinned triumphantly, “Great, so its settled, you’ll come with us!” She reached out and gently placed a chaste kiss upon his lips.He frowned at the action.He would have to have a discussion with her about some of her certain, endearing behaviour.It made him uncomfortable.
“Now, hurry up and get ready.We’re late as it is!”She chirped as she pushed him in the direction of the bathroom.
Vegeta snarled, grumbling all the way to the bathroom about his woman’s undeniable persuasiveness and annoying voice.He seemed to prefer her much more when she was silent.
~*~
“Now nearing Dran-sei’s solar system.”The computerized female voice said vacantly, speaking to the entire ship.
“We made it to Dran in good time, right?”The young soldier of the Nikora fleet remarked to his brother.The higher ranking soldier nodded in reply, checking the basic statistics of the ship.
“We will soon have the pleasure of meeting with Vegeta,” the older said, smirking in delight.“I am sure he has not changed in the slightest,” he chuckled snidely at the memory of the two fighting.“I’m quiet aware that the Captain sent me for a reason.After all, who else could challenge Vegeta?”
The younger brother shook his head at his pompous brother.He worried that the exact same pride would be his downfall.
~*~