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Potential

Chapter 4: Fever Pitch

 

Hi. Once again, you have motivated me to write, congratulations. I don't know when I will get this chapter done, maybe today! (Monday) Am I awesome or what?

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Once again, I do it all for you, my lovely fans (the best fans of earth, of course!). I'm gonna be quick here…this chapter wont be super long, but will have a lotta info. Take notes…just kidding.

 

Read on soldiers!

 

Rated R for super racy stuff later to come

 

I don't own any part of DBZ, or any of the works of Mary Ellen Gronau. I don't even own this computer!

 

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Fever Pitch

 

Vegeta was leaning forward in a large chair when Radditz and Bulma got there.

 

He was conscious, but he had lost a lot of blood. He still had enough of a mind to shoot Bulma a disbelieving look.

 

“My lord! Vegeta, are you all right?” asked Radditz. From the distance he was at, he could not tell if the wound was severe or not.

 

Vegeta's scowl deepened. He placed a hand on his sensitive wound and looked at the blood that covered his fingertips.

 

“Do I look well, Radditz?”

 

Radditz took that as a sign that the wound was not as bad as it looked, but he could tell that his leader was in pain. He looked over at the woman, who despite her disheveled state, still looked as beautiful as a cut diamond.

 

“You did this?” he asked her gently, not wanting to frighten her. Radditz knew that no matter how angry Vegeta was with the woman, he would be even angrier if Radditz insulted her.

 

Bulma slowly nodded her head.

 

“Bring me some fresh water and a few cloths, quickly please my lady.”

 

Bulma took another look at Vegeta and did as she was told, like some sort of puppet on strings.

After she left, Radditz went to Vegeta to tend to his wound.

 

“You must have upset her terribly, Vegeta,” Radditz noted as he looked over Vegeta's wound. He was hard pressed to keep from laughing.

 

Vegeta noted the hint of amusement in his voice.

 

“I see that you think this is funny. I marry a woman to keep my uncle from gaining control of these lands and feeding her to his men, and she stabs me…my own wife!”

 

“Did she attack you for any reason, other than being your wife?” Radditz chuckled.

 

Vegeta was in no mood for being ridiculed. He had nearly been killed by his wife, he was losing more blood than he knew he had, and on top of that, his best officer was laughing about it!

 

“She attacked me because I insulted her old lord and mistress!”

 

Just as he had uttered the sentence, the doors flew open. The blue haired beauty rushed in, supplies in hand.

 

“Is he still alive?” she asked innocently.

 

Had Vegeta been in better health and worse mind, he would have gotten up and pulled a sword out on her right there. Yet for a moment, he almost laughed himself. Was she actually worried about him?

 

“Yes, but not for much longer if we don't close his wound.”

 

Radditz took the supplies she brought and used his best, albeit clumsiest efforts to bandage Vegeta. Bulma cringed as she watched him almost make it worse.

 

“Let me tend to him, you are just going to stop the bleeding. We need to close the wound!” Bulma cut in. She could no longer watch Vegeta's face writhe in agony.

 

“No, you do it Radditz. This woman has tried to kill me once tonight; I will not let her try again!” Vegeta hissed.

 

Bulma took a step back at his words, then shrugged her shoulders. He was right.

 

When Radditz had finally done what he could, he helped Vegeta to the bed and lay him down gently.

 

“You must rest, sire. We must head to the western woods on Saturday, and you need to be in your best health.”

 

Vegeta shrugged and turned to his side. He did not like being ordered around, or treated like a baby.

 

“You, my lady, must watch over him,” Radditz instructed Bulma. He was about to warn her of the consequences of what would happen should she try to kill again, but he saw the regret in her eyes, and knew she would not try again.

 

Radditz closed the door and headed down the hallway to his room. It was nearly sunrise and he had yet to get his sleep.

 

Meanwhile, Bulma approached Vegeta gingerly. She was quite aware that he was angry, no, furious with her, and dreaded every step closer. She was about to climb into the large chair on the other side of the room when she heard his voice.

 

“Onna. Come here,” he spoke coldly.

 

Bulma took a deep breath and did as she was told, fearful of what was to come.

 

“I will warn you once and only once. You have tried to take my life, and for this, I will no longer be so quick to trust you.”

 

Bulma looked into his depthless eyes hypnotically as he spoke. There was no hatred there, only anger. Anger like that of a child who gets hurt by another child.

 

“However,” his tone changed, “for every future attempt you make on my life, or that any of the servants make, I will take 10 lives. Do you understand?”

 

Bulma shook her head gravely. She had been warned, and did not wish to see anymore bloodshed, not on her account.

 

Bulma turned away from him and went back to the chair where she tried in vain to sleep. The events of the past few hours still echoed loudly in her head.

 

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Vegeta's own turbulent dreams were drowned out by the sound of a woman weeping. Not the weeping of someone who was merely in a foul mood, or who had been hurt, but that of sheer heartache.

 

He felt himself awaken, and he surveyed the darkened room, as he had done numerous times while camped in battle. Only this time, the only sound he heard was that of a child.

 

Vegeta turned his eyes to the origin of the sound and froze.

“Onna?” he whispered, unsure of whether or not this was some sort of trick.

 

When the sobbing continued, he reassured himself it was no trick. Using his powerful arms to hoist himself up, he slowly and painfully made his way to the place where the woman was.

 

Vegeta lit a candle and held it to her face. Her eyes were closed, but her face was stained with tears, and some strands of her hair were stuck to her face by moisture. For a brief moment, Vegeta felt something that he had never felt before…pity.

 

Resolving to try to make the woman stop crying, he gathered her up in his arms, ignoring the pain, and carried her towards the bed. Bulma, obviously still dreaming, clung tightly to him, bringing a hint of a smile to Vegeta's concrete scowl.

 

“Father, no, please…Freiza will kill you…Tien, Yamcha…”

 

Vegeta heard the string of words that came out of his wife's mouth and he grimaced. As much as he hated to admit it, he hated to see her upset.

 

He lay her down gently upon the bed, covering her with the sea of blankets, and then climbed in himself. Vegeta had never been the caring and cuddling type, but it seemed he had no choice in the matter now.

 

All it took was a few more of Bulma's choked out sobs to make him hold her by the shoulders and try to awaken her.

 

“Onna, wake up. You are having a nightmare,” he nearly shouted.

 

Bulma's eyes shot open as the power of his words finally came through and grabbed her from her terrible dream.

 

She looked at him for a moment before wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace, catching Vegeta totally off guard.

 

“Wo-”

 

“My father was killed by F-Frieza, and all of my friends, my dear friends, slaughtered!” she choked, nearly squeezing his airway shut.

 

Vegeta realized then that the creature he held before him had just gone through a hell that no one should ever have to face. Vegeta had grown up with it, but the horrors were still fresh in this woman's mind. He now knew that his own uncle had been directly responsible for killing her father…no wonder she hated him so.

 

Vegeta wrapped a muscular arm around her shoulders and brought her to him, quieting her sobs. She held him tightly and whimpered softly until eventually she fell into a deep sleep. He looked down at her angelic face and made a silent vow to make sure that this woman would have a good life, and erase her demons.

 

He cradled her in his arms until he too fell asleep.

 

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Bulma awoke to the sensation of strong arms encircling her waist. She could feel a warm sensation that went from her toes to her head, like butterflies dancing around on her skin.

 

She smiled brightly and opened her eyes, curious to see what had caused this strange sensation.

 

Vegeta.

 

Her arms were tightly bound around his waist and his were around her, in a protective gesture. His legs were wrapped around hers, as if they were claiming her, and his lips were only inches away from hers.

 

For a brief moment, she smiled at him, at his sharp, yet handsome features. His furrowed brow, his elegantly pointed nose, all the way to his deep scowl.

 

It wasn't until she saw a pair of charcoal colored eyes staring down at her that she jumped up out of bed.

 

Vegeta sat up slowly, his shoulder still bandaged.

 

He saw the look on the woman's face and realized that she probably did not remember him carrying her to the bed.

 

“You were having a nightmare. I brought you to the bed so that you would calm down. I did nothing else,” he informed her, ignoring her suspicious gaze.

 

Bulma did not remember this, but then again, none of her clothes were missing and she felt well.

 

“You do not have to get up yet, Onna. You can sleep next to me, if you'd prefer,” he mocked. Vegeta wasn't sure why, but stirring up this woman's temper seemed to be a form of amusement for him.

 

Bulma shot him a nasty look and bolted for the door.

 

“Where are you going, woman?” he growled.

 

“There are things to be done, my lord,” Bulma stated as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying in vain to untangle the long mane of hair. There was much, much to be done.

 

 

END OF CHAPTER 4

 

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Okay, I know, too short, but I wanted to end it there to get a fresh start TOMORROW! That's right, I can't promise anything, but I will try to get chapter 5 out by Tuesday, Feb. 22, or the 23rd at the latest.

 

That's right, bow to me…or not.

 

Chapter 5 will be fun. Vegeta has a run in with a bad arrow (yeah, he's accident prone) and the only who can heal him is Onna…but will her touch lead to other things?

 

Guess you'll have to wait and see!

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Sophie Bloom