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Potential

Chapter 3: A Rough Night

 

Okay guys, you know the drill…short but sweet.

 

I received a lot of positive posts from you guys on chapter 2 and my engagement (Double thanks!). So, as promised, I am getting this one done for you in time for a little weekend reading. Gosh I love you guys!

 

NOTE: This chapter may have racy stuff, and some violence. RATED R

(Standard disclaimers apply)

 

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A Rough Night

 

Bulma tried very hard to concentrate on the things that were right in front of her; the fire, the candles, the floor, the walls…everything except him.

 

But the harder she tried to concentrate, the harder it got to focus. Maybe it happened when she noticed two the two large boots that were lying on the floor in front of her. Or maybe it was the sound of his armor being removed and landing on the floor with a dull thud.

 

Or maybe it was the way his back muscles looked like those of a bronze statue in the evening firelight.

 

That was probably it.

 

As she sat meekly on the corner of the large mattress, she desperately tried to think of something else, but her eyes would not do what her brain told them to. Instead, they traced every outline and crevice of the back of the warrior in front of her, oblivious to her roving eyes.

 

Bulma tightened her fists as if it would help her maintain some sort of control over herself. She had never seen a half-naked man before, and unfortunately, it was a wondrous sight. She cursed the gods for cursing her with such an attractive captor.

 

Before she could win the battle to turn her eyes away, Vegeta turned around and caught his new bride staring at him.

 

“Do you see something you like, woman?” he asked huskily.

 

Bulma, mortified by being caught, quickly quipped back, “I do not!”

 

Vegeta smiled inwardly. Perhaps his new wife was more than a meek servant girl after all.

 

Bulma, thinking she had ended the discussion, turned to take off her jewelry, not sure of what to do next. While Vegeta's attention was diverted to his own clothes, Bulma stealthily pulled the dagger out of her chemise and hid it under the pillow.

 

Just as she had finished tucking the weapon away, she felt fingers untying the strings of her dress.

 

“What are you doing?!” Bulma asked crossly. How could he dare think she was just some wench that he could do with as he pleased?

 

“Taking off your wedding dress. Do you intend to sleep in it?” he grumbled.

 

Bulma jumped off the bed in protest. This had gone far enough in her eyes.

 

“We may just have been married by a priest, but in no way does that make me your wife!” she bellowed.

 

Vegeta shot up, unprepared for his wife's uproar.

 

“I did not hear you protest when he asked for your reply wo-”

 

“My name is not woman!” Bulma interjected.

 

Vegeta glared dangerously at his new bride. Never had a man dared speak to him in such a way, much less a woman. He was about to give her a tongue lashing when he remembered his promise to try to be patient with her.

 

“Then what is you name?” he hissed through clenched teeth, trying to resist the urge to yell at her.

 

“My name is Onna!”

 

“Well then, Onna, if I were you, I would try to remember that I was the one that kept my bastard uncle from leaving you to his men like a piece of meat to wolves!” Vegeta reminded her.

 

Bulma placed her hands on her hips as she took in his information, thinking of something to say back, and coming up with nothing.

 

Vegeta meanwhile, stood on the opposite side of the bed, looking ferocious. But secretly, he was admiring his new wife. In her anger, she had no idea of how attractive she had become. Her long hair had fallen out of her bun, making her look like some wild, untamed animal. Her creamy skin had turned to a blush color to match her temper. And her eyes had turned from bright blue, to a dangerous, smoky gray.

 

But his observation would not last for long.

 

“You are still my enemy,” she whispered.

 

Vegeta stared at the woman for a moment before turning away from her, beaten. The prince had not wanted to get off to such a bad start with this woman, but things had not turned out as planned.

 

Now she acted as though she hated him.

 

Vegeta took the opposite corner of the bed and sat, deep in thought.

 

Bulma stood up and went to the window, trying hard not to cry. With all that had happened to her in the past few days, it was a wonder that she was still alive. Now, the one person who had actually helped her to stay this way was her enemy.

 

He had helped destroy everything that she loved.

 

She felt her breath catch in her chest as she pictured Vegeta taking his anger towards Bulma out on the servants.

 

`No,' she told herself, `I will not allow my people to suffer at the hands of Vegeta, especially not because of me. I will do something about this right now.'

 

Meanwhile, Vegeta was in a mental argument of his own.

 

`Of course the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes upon hates me! It would be too fair for me to have the one thing I want right now!' Vegeta grumbled mentally. His thoughts were short lived.

 

He looked up to see the woman, standing in front of him, removing her clothes slowly.

 

Vegeta could feel a hardening in his pants as he watched the woman take her dress down her shoulders at an agonizingly slow pace. His pleasure was soon erased when he saw the look of pure sadness on her face.

 

“Enough, Onna.”

 

Bulma stopped what she was doing to look at her captor. He looked utterly disgusted.

 

“But I thought that this was what you-“

 

“Woman, I do not go around raping virgins,” he chided bitterly.

“Tell that to your men!” Bulma hissed. Too many times in the past few weeks had she seen women from her lands broken and battered from an encounter with one of the enemy soldiers.

 

“No. My men are men of honor. We may kill, pillage, and plunder, but we would never take something so precious from a defenseless and unwilling woman,” he informed her wearily.

 

As much as he could not help but want this blue haired beauty in front of him, the prince knew that taking her now would not only go against his Saiyan honor, but would also ruin any chances of future with her.

 

Vegeta had to wait until she was ready.

 

He took another look at Bulma and was met with her angry eyes. He knew that he would not be getting any sleep on this night.

 

“Go to bed woman. You do not need to fear me `taking your maidenhood.' You have made it quite clear that I am `your enemy,'” he barked. He had become quite tired, and was no longer in any mood to quarrel.

 

Bulma gave him a menacing look, and then relaxed her arms. For some reason, she felt comfortable enough around him to know that he wouldn't hurt her, at least not on this evening.

 

“Then turn away so that I may change into my sleeping garments,” she ordered.

 

Vegeta rotated away from her, pleased that she seemed to trust him enough for that. No matter how tempting it was for him, he had to restrain himself from doing anything that might distance the two of them.

 

“I am done. You may go about your way now,” Bulma stated plainly. She secretly hoped that he would get up and sleep somewhere else, now that he understood that she thought of him as an enemy. No such luck.

 

Before she could protest, he was climbing into bed with her.

 

Bulma positioned herself away from him, afraid of what skin-to-skin contact would do to her. She had a hard enough time just keeping herself from wanting to trace his outline with her fingers.

 

He was lying on his side, his back facing her. Bulma could not help but wonder what would happen if she touched his skin. She was just about to place a fingertip to his shoulder when she realized what she was doing.

 

She was attracted to her enemy!

Bulma could not stand it anymore, so she got up and grabbed a blanket. The princess did not care what he would yell or curse at her, or even if he killed her. She would not dishonor her house by falling for a tyrant!

 

Vegeta was stirred by the sudden removal of one of his covers.

 

“What are you doing woman!?” he objected.

 

“I am sleeping somewhere else!” she stated as she ran for the door. Before she could even reach the knob, he was in front of her, his chest heaving from the speed he had used to get there before she did. He looked furious.

 

“What have I done to make you leave? Have I not allowed you to stay with me under my protection? Have I not kept Frieza and his bastard men away from you? Have I not kept my word in not taking away your precious virginity?!” he bellowed. Vegeta was sick and tired of this battle.

 

“No!” Bulma cried, “You have only destroyed everything I know and love! The lord of this manner was like a father to me, and now he is gone!”

 

Vegeta leaned against the door, dumbfounded. So she did hate him. Well, if that was how she felt, then that is how he would make her feel. He walk toward the bed, and sat down, his back turned to her.

 

“Maybe if the master and his family you know and love so much hadn't run away and abandoned their people in the first place, you wouldn't be so hateful-”

 

It felt like a hot iron going through his skin. He could hear his flesh tear away from the spot that the knife went into his shoulder. Without lifting his head, Vegeta knew what happened.

 

His wife had placed a dagger in his shoulder.

 

Bulma backed away from him, eyes watering. She had not meant to do it, not like this. Her anger and grief had gotten to her at this most inopportune time, and now he was sitting on the bed, his back turned to her, covered in a trail of blood.

 

In what seemed like slow motion, Vegeta used his other arm to pull the blade from his back, blood spouting like a waterfall as he did so. Bulma could only watch in horror.

 

Vegeta remained seated as he held the dagger in his hand. No doubt it was a deep wound, but he doubted it was fatal…just painful. His own wife!

 

“My Lord! I-I-I didn't mea-” Bulma stuttered, instantly assured of her own fate. She reached forward to touch the wound, and perhaps get a look at it and what would be needed to mend it.

“Don't touch me!” he shouted at her, furious with both her and himself for letting his guard down.

 

Bulma retracted her hand immediately.

 

“Get Radditz, he will tend to my wound. Now go!” he ordered.

 

Bulma wrapped the sheet around her chest as she took off down the hallway searching for her husband's right-hand-man.

 

She reached the man's room and pounded as hard as she could on his door until he opened it.

 

It only took him a moment to see the blood on her hands and her state of dress to get a good idea of what had just taken place. “Take me to him,” he commanded.

 

As Bulma raced down the hall, half dressed and covered in her husband's blood, she wondered if she had just doomed them all.

 

 

END OF CHAPTER 3

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Okay, I know. It's another bad place to stop, so sue me. (Not really please). I am really having a lot of fun writing these chapters, and your email, posts, reviews, and comments really motivate me to get off my bum and get typing!

 

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I promise to try to get chapter 4 out ASAP (by Wednesday at the latest), and I think that I have been pretty good about getting my chapters out on time…so cookies to me. Chapter 4 will be about Vegeta's new relationship with Onna (Bulma) and now that she has tried to kill him, will there ever be love between the two? Hmmm….guess we'll just have to wait and find out!

 

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