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Potential

Chapter 5: Washed Up

 

Hello…as promised, I am trying to get these chapters out ASAP. Why? Well, aside from the fact that I want to: a. keep you guys happy. b. keep typing while the ideas are fresh in my mind and c. there is gonna be like a million chapters (more like 20ish really) so I want to get cooking with this.

 

Anyways, this chapter, as well as the rest, have a lot of adult content, so the R rating still stands.

 

(and hopefully those of you who I will not mention can read this without missing their favorite shows **sorry zicke** LOL)

 

Have fun!

 

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Washed Up

 

Bulma went about the rest of her day in a flurry, nearly forgetting all the events of the night before. There were things to be done, after all. Cooking, cleaning, making sure the servants did all their tasks…and of course, the gossip.

 

“He let you live?” Launch asked bewilderedly.

 

Bulma had just managed to warn the servants of their fate should any of them attempt to take the life of their new lord, and already news of her attack on Vegeta had spread like wild fire.

 

“Yes, but at a price. Now, let us finish-”

 

“Perhaps he is not such a cruel man after all,” chirped Gohan, one of the stable boys who had lost his father at the hands of one of Vegeta's men.

 

Bulma's mood instantly turned. She would not allow her friends to go about thinking of this man so highly.

 

“No Gohan! Let me remind you of what he and his men did to our families, to yours!” Bulma avowed.

 

Gohan looked down at the floor of the servants corridors. It had been hard for him, as a young man, to lose his father. But he had started to come to terms with it.

 

“Vegeta only did as any war lord would do, my lady. If his soldiers had not killed my father, then my father would have killed them,” Gohan replied sadly.

 

Bulma instantly felt for the young man and took him in a tight embrace. She had not been so vain as to forget the suffering of others. Gohan had always been like a kid brother to her, and she did not want to see him feeling the same pain that she had.

 

She placed her hands delicately on his shoulders and looked him square in the eye.

 

“Gohan, I am glad that you are such a kind-hearted young man, just like your father. Don't lose that. But remember, no matter what Vegeta does or says, he is still our enemy,” Bulma whispered.

 

Her conversation with the servants was interrupted by one of Vegeta's messengers.

 

“Lady Onna, Lord Vegeta requests your presence for dinner,” Nappa announced.

 

Bulma took another look at young Gohan's face before giving her reply.

 

“Tell him I will join him shortly.”

 

 

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All Vegeta had been able to think about as he went about his day was Onna. Her light scent, her hair strewn across the pillows behind her, the way her arms wrapped so perfectly around his neck in an embrace…and the fact that she had tried to kill him.

 

Though, after a while, Vegeta started to wonder if she had really meant to try to end his life, or if she had just snapped, and wanted to give him pain. Whatever the matter, the result was a badly bandaged shoulder that nagged on him as he went about his daily training.

 

“Vegeta, you have barely been able to escape the swipe of my sword today. Usually you have time to dodge my attacks and mock me for them. You should not be practicing with such a fresh wound, my lord,” Radditz informed him.

 

Vegeta took his sword into his left hand, instead, thanking his father for teaching him how to fight both left and right handed. At least the old king had taught him something.

 

“You just worry about your own training, Radditz. I will not lie in bed all day like some old man. Now, come at me full speed.”

 

Radditz rushed at Vegeta using a technique that required all of his speed. Vegeta easily dodged it and turned as he ran past him, and struck Radditz on the shoulder with the tip of his blade.

 

As Radditz inspected his armor, bewildered by Vegeta's speed and adaptation, the prince stood their smugly, admiring his handiwork.

 

Out of the corner of Vegeta's eye, he saw a glimmer of blue flowing about him. He looked up and saw his wife standing from the balcony of their room, watching his training.

 

For a moment his instinct had been to be on his guard, should she be ready to deal out another surprise attack, but he instantly regretted the thought. Vegeta did not see any weapons in her hands, unless you should count her physical beauty, which as usual was even more awe inspiring than the last time he had seen her.

 

Her near-waist length hair blew lightly with the wind, and her light grey dress greatly enhanced her coloring. Even though she stood nearly 40 feet away from him, Vegeta could still make out her dazzling blue eyes, glaring at him.

 

“Do you intend to reopen your wound? Is that why you are training despite being told to do otherwise?” she asked, her arms crossed against her chest.

 

“Is that a hint of concern I hear in your voice, my lady?” Vegeta chided.

 

Bulma looked offended at such a thought.

 

“Certainly not! I just care enough for my people to not want to see any of them be killed because of your careless death.”

 

Vegeta's scowl deepened. If the woman had the audacity to think of him as nothing more than a dim witted brute, then he would give her that.

 

“Then go back inside, woman. I do not care to hear the opinions of a woman who has nothing better to do than inform me of how much she detests me,” Vegeta replied indignantly.

 

Bulma stared at him for a moment before turning around and storming away in a flurry of anger.

 

Radditz stopped training long enough to laugh out loud at his lords mannerisms. He had known Vegeta since they were 11, and in that span of years, he had never seen Vegeta get so flustered by a woman.

 

“You know, my lord, it could have been worse. She could have stabbed you through the heart. I think that perhaps he just wanted-”

 

“You will mind your own affairs,” Vegeta stated flatly. He looked up and saw the sun's crest dip just below the mountains as he realized it was time for dinner.

 

“Send Nappa to inform my wife that I will await her dinner arrival,” Vegeta ordered as he marched through the courtyard, toward the dinner hall. He would change and bathe after dinner.

 

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Vegeta arrived in the dining hall to find a whole room full of food. One thing he had to admit was the fact that the lands were fertile, and there was an abundant supply of provisions.

 

His disposition shifted when he noticed his wife sitting at her place, painfully stiff with table manners. She had yet to show any hint of what she had grown up as or her position within the manor before the Saiyan's arrival.

 

The prince sat next to Bulma and moved his body toward her slightly. As the food was being served to him and his men, he noticed that Bulma rarely touched her meal.

 

`Does she still hold a grudge for what I said earlier?' he wondered.

 

Vegeta decided then and there to try to get to know his mysterious wife a little better. He grabbed a massive piece of meat, in an attempt to start conversation. The prince knew that until Onna opened up a bit about her past, that he would never get to know the woman he married.

 

“The foods of these lands are indeed filling. Did your family have any part in the raising of cattle?” he asked as gently as he could. Vegeta had never been one for conversation.

 

Bulma shot him a suspicious look before giving her reply.

 

“No, my father supervised the land's ser-”

 

“So he was a principal overseer?” Vegeta replied gruffly, taking a large bite of his meal.

 

Bulma could see that he was trying to delve into her personal life and decided to avoid the eventual questions in the best way possible.

 

“I have been attending to my duties all day and,” she looked at the sweaty prince, “will have a bath made. Goodnight,” she added hurriedly before rushing up the stairs.

 

Vegeta threw his food down on his plate in anger. It was one thing for the woman to hate him, but quite another to make a mockery of him at the dinner table! He stormed up the stairs, thinking of things to say to the woman, and scolding himself for giving her too much freedom.

 

When the prince reached their bedroom, he found no one there. `Just as well,' he mentally grumbled, `she's probably in her servant's room, avoiding me!'

As he walked toward the fireplace to get some warmth, he noticed a large bathtub had been brought in and filled with hot water. Vegeta looked down at himself and realized that he desperately needed to wash.

 

He took off his top armor, and was about to remove his undershirt when she entered the room.

 

Bulma saw that Vegeta was in the middle of undressing and turned away quickly, still uncomfortable with being around the half-naked man.

 

“My lord, w-what are you doing here?” she asked clumsily.

 

Vegeta looked at her strangely. Hadn't she been the one who had ordered the bath made?

 

“I was just about to bathe-” before the prince could finish his sentence; he noticed the strange look on her face.

 

“Was this bath intended for you?”

 

Bulma looked away as her plot was revealed. She had been so busy during the day that she had not gotten around to bathing herself. She did not know that Vegeta was in the same frame of mind.

 

“It was, but you should go first,” she asserted.

 

Vegeta had to admit that the tub full of hot water did look tempting, but not as tempting as the idea of poking a little fun at his wife.

 

“No, I insist. You go. It would be a shame for me to take away from something that you had been looking forward to.”

 

Bulma looked at Vegeta with utmost contempt. What was he trying to do?

 

“But my lord, I cannot. You are in here!” she reasoned.

 

“It does not matter, we are wed,” Vegeta chided. He had to keep from smirking at the woman. Either way, he wasn't sure why he enjoyed making her so angry.

 

Bulma could see that he was trying to win a mental battle with her, and she would not allow him the satisfaction of seeing her give in to him. He obviously wanted to embarrass her, and Bulma would not let him have it.

 

Without warning, Bulma started to remove her clothes.

 

Vegeta, who had only meant to tease her, was caught off-guard as Onna's gown fell to the floor, followed by her shoes, and her dress apron. He felt himself hardening as he watched her fingers struggle with the strings of her tunic, but quickly lost it when he saw a solitary tear fall from her eye. She was not taking a bath because she wanted to; she was doing it because she wanted victory. Even though Vegeta had only known his wife for little more than two days, he knew that she was a warrior, much like him.

 

Knowing that if he did not turn away Onna would never forgive him, Vegeta did so.

 

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Bulma was surprised when Vegeta turned away before she removed her tunic. Though she had noticed a shift in his eyes as she started to undress, she did not understand that it was desire, she believed it to be arrogance.

 

Feeling safe as he turned to face the wall window, Bulma allowed herself to slip into the tub. She rationalized that cleaning herself was an unattractive business, and that he wanted no part of it, so she took her time. If it made Vegeta uncomfortable, then it was worth it to extend the process.

 

As she gently took a soapy cloth and brought it to her leg to cleanse herself, Bulma started to wonder if Vegeta found her attractive. There was no particular reason the idea came to mind, but the fact that he had turned around rather than see her in her nudity made her wonder.

 

Did he find her to be repulsive?

 

Bulma was not sure. Though she had woken up in his arms earlier that morning, it had been because of a nightmare, not because of any lustful thinking. And when she had tried to remove her clothes before, he had made her stop. Perhaps he did find her repulsive.

 

She had little clue as to how wrong she was.

 

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Vegeta released a breath he didn't realize he had been holding as he heard the woman slide into the bath tub. What was it about the confounded woman that made him react in such a way?!

 

As a leader and a prince, Vegeta had what had seemed like an endless amount of women who would do his every command, and he had never touched a single one of them.

 

For some reason he had never felt the need to. Vegeta was a perfectionist, and had expected no less from the woman he chose to bed with. And being a prince complicated that, because he would only bed the woman who he deemed worthy of bearing his heir.

 

Perhaps this woman had been brought to him for a reason.

 

Vegeta became tired of staring out of the window and bent down to pick up the woman's garments off the floor. But doing this made him accidentally get a glimpse of her bathing in the firelight.

 

The vision was burned into his memory as if by a hot iron.

 

Her neck was arched back so that her head leaned on the back of the tub, her profile to him. Her hair was flowing behind her like a waterfall, catching every hint of light into the room and turning it into a soft blue. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, as if she was experiencing some form of rapture, letting out nearly inaudible soft moans as the cloth came in contact with her skin.

 

The prince tried to turn his attention back to gathering things, but the plan soon fell apart when he caught the sight of her delicate hand bringing the wet cloth to her breasts, which were barely submerged among the cascading water.

 

Vegeta felt as though his own clothing was melting and becoming one with his skin as the warmth of the room soon caught up with his senses.

 

He knew that he had to leave the room now or risk dishonoring himself and losing her trust forever. It was a tempting decision, but as soon as she raised a shapely leg out of the water to cleanse it, he made up his mind.

 

Vegeta let out a growl as he stormed past Bulma, causing her to jump in fright. Vegeta stomped out of the room in the foulest of moods, leaving Bulma puzzled. What had she done to make him so angry?

 

As Vegeta marched down the hall, ignoring the comments of his loyal men, he only thought about Onna.

 

“At least in the stables the horses will not be repulsed by me,” he grumbled.

 

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OKAY! Now, let me first apologize for getting my plotlines squished (I am so unorganized) I know that last time I said that Vegeta was going to get struck by an arrow in this chapter, but I decided to shorten this chapter and lengthen the next one. Sorry. You got a little teaser! But hey, on the bright side, you got this chapter on time, so when I go to my computer tomorrow to check on updates, I will be so excited to get postings!

 

ALSO…I know this may sound odd, but many people I know refuse to read stuff from fanficiton.net. Yeah, so if any of you have a fanfic site, and are in need of fics, just email me, and I'll email you this one. That way the fire approach will work better. I'm very laid back about who posts my fics where, just as long as I know what's going on.

 

AND…chapter 6 will **hopefully** be up by Friday. I got my laptop fixed so now I will possibly have a little more luck with getting the stories out in time (Yeah, I walk all the way across campus to use the computer lab to type these chapters!) Maybe now I can get like 3 or 4 chapters out a week instead of 1 or 2!

 

Well, that about wraps it up. Remember kids…EMAIL POST REVIEW COMMENT! I do read those! Thanks so much guys

 

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Sophie Bloom