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Potential

Chapter 6: Strong Medicine

 

Well hhhheeelllllloooo. Hope you guys had a good week, mine was okay. I've been working hard on getting all my midterm stuff done that way I would have more time to write…like I'm doing now.

 

This chapter is a doozy. I decided to maybe do a few splices of the story from Vegeta's POV, and Bulma's POV, that way it would give a little insight about their mannerisms. I have gotten a lot of mail concerning the attitudes of the characters in this fic, and it pleases me that some of you like, and dislike it. Maybe this way of storytelling will give a clearer view of their repressed personalities. (How would you feel if some hot guy and his uncle killed your dad?)

 

Vegeta is going to get struck…but not by cupid's arrow, and it looks like Bulma/Onna is at it again. Enough for the sneak preview! Here it is chapter 6!

 

Attention: This chapter is DEFINITELY rated R. Lotta lovin' may occur. You've been warned prudes!

 

Of course, I don't own and of DBZ or its characters, or the fiction of Mary Ellen Gronau.

 

 

 

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My mind had been strange all morning.

 

Ever since the woman's little “show” a few nights ago, I have been unable to sleep peacefully. When I do try to shut my eyes, all I see are visions of her, calling to me, wanting me, begging me. I always wake up in a cold sweat, surrounded by my soldiers and horses.

 

At least I get the respect I deserve in the stables.

 

Even as a young man, I never allowed anyone to speak to me in such a manner as Onna does. No one has dared to do so. Yet something about this exotic looking woman teases my senses, makes me do strange things.

 

I saw her in the courtyard the other day, playfully laughing with the other maidens and servants, chasing each other around like children. Even though I was in the middle of a sparring match, I stopped everything. I left Radditz and Nappa behind and started jogging towards the courtyard entrance, as if watching her would cure some disease. Onna did not see me as she continued laughing with the others. Laughing.

 

For a moment I was filled with something that I had never felt before, a strange feeling that made my insides turn to stone. Jealousy? Was that what it was called? It pained me to know that Onna would laugh and giggle at the clumsiness of a few servants before even smiling at me.

 

The servants, they all love and know Onna, as though she had been their mistress for years, rather than weeks. There is something about this woman I have yet to uncover, some secret that I sense from her. The only way to uncover it is to uncover her, and that is the hard part.

 

When I tried to walk toward the woman to admire her from a closer distance, she immediately stopped all her actions, and her old expression of hate and dread returned as she ran back into the manor.

 

I was rejected…in front of servants and soldiers, no less.

 

In a childish tantrum, I kicked over one of the fountains in the yard, cut off the head of one of the religious statues and sliced through some old tree that I was later told had been on the property for centuries.

 

Never before have I done such foolish things, things that make me want to punish everyone around me. Yet even more, I am giving into my ridiculous childish whims and finding myself more and more at the woman's mercy.

 

Even as I have slept in the stables for the past four nights, I have found myself wanting her even more than ever. Onna has placed a curse on me that cannot be lifted.

 

I have yelled into the night in my anger and frustration at the woman. For a few moments, I have even wondered if what I feel is just hate in disguise. I curse her for ensnaring me in her web of covetousness.

 

Perhaps she is a she-demon.

 

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“My lord, thieves have been sighted on the western wall!”

 

Vegeta looked up to see four of his men riding toward him from the outer land. It seemed that his scouts had found something after all.

 

Vegeta rode his horse as fast as it would carry him as his thoughts gathered toward the reports he had received. For the past week, thieves and bandits had been attacking and killing serfs and stealing livestock and other valuable materials. If there was one thing Vegeta had no tolerance for, it was thieves.

 

When the men reached their destination, they found that two of the fugitives had been killed by arrow, but that the other two had escaped.

 

Vegeta turned to one of the young men who had shot the fleeing thieves.

 

“Did you see anything of importance, lad? Something that may be valuable in apprehending these thieves?” he asked the young soldier.

 

The young man of no more than 17 years looked carefully at the bodies of the two men. Something about them seemed very familiar…

 

“No sire, but something about these two seems to make me think of something…I will alert you if I come up with anything.”

 

Vegeta nodded his head in compliance and headed back to the castle.

 

“*Tamahome* is a smart lad, my lord. If there is anything that he can remember that would aid us in our search, he will let us know,” Radditz informed his leader.

 

Vegeta frowned. The attacks had become more frequent and had cost more lives in the past few days. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that someone was trying to lure him into a confrontation…

 

“Lord Vegeta! Look out!” someone cried as a rain of arrows came his way. Nappa drew his sword and shield as he charged at the source of the flying daggers. For what Nappa lacked in brains, he was a sturdy warrior, and it would take more than just a few arrows to keep him from his prey. A dozen or so soldiers mounted their horses to follow him, including Vegeta, but within a moment or so, Vegeta realized that would be impossibility.

 

He had been hit. The arrow had penetrated his armor and pierced his chest, just a few inches away from his heart. Vegeta kept riding, trying to ignore the pain, but within a minute, he was lying on the ground, unconscious.

 

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Bulma had been going about her daily routine, helping with the laundry when she heard the sound of metal clashing against metal coming from the main hall.

 

“Lady Onna! Lady Onna! We are in need of your assistance!” someone cried.

 

Bulma threw down her rags, ready to scold the messenger for yelling so rudely through the manor, but was quickly distracted when she saw the body of her husband being dragged in by two of his top soldiers.

 

For a split second, fear gripped Bulma's heart.

He couldn't be dead, could he?

 

Bulma ran up to Vegeta to inspect what damage had been done to him. It was quite obvious when an arrow longer than her arm was sticking out of his chest mail like a tree on a mountain. Nappa and Radditz were bloody and wounded as well, but talking over each other in an attempt to let their mistress know the situation.

 

“You two go tend to your wounds, I will take care of your prince,” Bulma instructed as she ordered the other soldiers to bring Vegeta up to their chambers so he could be tended to.

 

Nappa and Radditz gave each other a suspicious look as they realized whose hands they were placing their lord and comrade in.

 

Bulma took note of their disapproving glares.

 

“Your lord has warned me of what will happen should I try to harm him again, so do not worry. I will tend to him as one of my own,” told them matter-of-factly.

 

The two men nodded to each other and went to the remedial room to tend to their own injuries.

 

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As soon as Vegeta was in his bed, he started falling in and out of consciousness. The only things he could see were flashes of blue and red.

 

When he closed his eyes, he saw Bulma, her arms outstretched to him. She had a beautiful smile on her face and was wearing a deep blue gown.

 

“Onna! Come to me!” he cried. The woman kept backing away from him as he got closer.

 

She was leaving him. Vegeta could not bear to be abandoned again. First by his mother, and now by his wife? He could not allow it…

 

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“Will he live?” asked Tamahome, the young warrior who had shot one of the thieves earlier as he sat his leader on the large bed.

 

Bulma cast a stressful glance at the attractive young warrior. She could see in his eyes that he idolized Vegeta, and would feel a terrible loss should he die.

 

“He may, if his will is strong enough. Now go, bring me some water, cloths, and wine.”

 

Tamahome looked at her strangely as she gave her last order. Wine?

 

Bulma was becoming impatient.

 

“Do you want him to live or not?” she asked hot-tempered.

 

The young warrior ran off to retrieve the items, leaving only her and Launch.

 

Vegeta was tossing and turning wildly, causing even more blood to trickle out of his wound. Bulma knew that if he lost much more blood, then he would not survive the night.

 

She looked at her friend, Launch and ordered her to pull the arrow out. Launch gave her an astonished look.

 

“You are lighter than I am, and nimbler too. I will lay on him to restrain his movement,” Bulma informed her.

 

Launch swallowed deeply while Bulma spread her body weight evenly on top of Vegeta. It was awkward for her to lay in such an intimate fashion on top of the very man she despised, but secretly enthralling. She could feel his heart beat and his manly smell, like that of a river.

 

Tamahome came in just as Launch started to pull the arrow from Vegeta's chest. He rushed over to Bulma and sat the items on the mantle before placing his hands on Vegeta's shoulders to aid the women.

 

“One, two…three!” Launch cried as she pulled the massive arrow from his chest. There were a few moments of Vegeta's body reacting to the pain before he finally became still. Bulma lay in her position for a moment before realizing that her need to be on top of Vegeta was over.

 

She crept off him as delicately as she could and grabbed the cloths, water, and wine and brought them to the bed.

 

“Bulma, what are you doing?” Launch asked aloud, accidentally using her mistress's real name.

 

A panicked look crossed Bulma's face as she looked over to Tamahome, who appeared to have not heard a thing. Bulma wiped her forehead with her hand in relief, thinking her secret was safe.

 

She had Tamahome help her wash his wound with water, and then with the wine, explaining that the alcohol in wine would keep an infection from forming. Tamahome smiled at his mistress, impressed with her knowledge of medicine.

 

“Oh, it's just something I read about,” she blushed as she started wrapping Vegeta's chest.

 

Vegeta looked as peaceful as a baby, revealing that even in sleep he kept his scowl. Bulma nearly laughed out loud at this revelation.

 

“I'll stay with him tonight. I'm not sure if we got to the infection in time. I'll try to help him in case he develops a fever.”

 

Tamahome bowed and left, followed by Launch who shot Bulma an apologetic look for saying her name aloud earlier.

 

As the door shut, Bulma sat down in the corner chair and fell into a light sleep, dreaming of better days.

 

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Bulma awoke to the husky sound of Vegeta's voice.

 

“Woman, you know how you tempt me….”

 

Bulma grabbed a candle and held it closely to his face, seeing that he was speaking from his dream. Bulma wrapped her arms around her shoulders tightly, realizing that there was a cold wind.

 

“I do not care what you say, she is mine! I will have her mind, body, and soul!”

 

Bulma nearly jumped as his voice became louder. Clearly, he was in the middle of a very powerful dream. Perhaps he had developed a fever.

 

“I wonder who he is dreaming about,” Bulma wondered aloud. It had never occurred to her that Vegeta's heart might belong to another woman. She glanced down at his sharp features. His pointed, but elegant nose, his smirking lips, his kingly mane of hair. It was obvious that he could have nearly any woman he wanted, prince or not.

 

Bulma felt a slight pain in her chest as she thought about Vegeta with another woman. For some reason, it upset her.

 

“He is your enemy,” she murmured to herself. “Do not let something so petty upset you.”

 

Still, Bulma wondered what it would be like to be so desired by a man.

 

She looked down again and saw that he was shivering.

 

Noticing that all of his blankets were already placed upon him, she decided that the only way she could truly warm him would be by physical contact.

Bulma lifted the covers and crawled into bed as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb him. She placed the covers back down, and wrapped her body around him. It seemed that almost instantly, he stopped snoring, and his dreaming stopped. Bulma fell into a peaceful sleep as she pretended to be held by someone who loved her in return.

 

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Once again, I had that feeling.

 

It started with an innocent brush of fingers to skin, but soon escalated. I could feel his breath on my shoulder, whispering sweet things to me as he used his hands to explore every part of my body, even my most hidden of places…

 

I have this dream often, and I always wake up, hating myself. He is my enemy, not my lover, not my protector, and not my husband. I do not want these things from him!

 

Still, my mind loses to my heart as I return his touch, running my fingers though his dark ebony hair, tracing his muscles under my fingertips, and using my lips to please him. I know such dreams are vulgar and improper, but I cannot help it. These dreams are my only means of touching him.

 

I feel my stomach twist with delight as he moans deeply, letting me know that I have found that oh-so-special place. And I am rewarded with a deep kiss.

 

His hand comes to my breast as I start to realize that something is different. These dreams have always been intense, but now it feels too real. I can feel the heat from his lips, his hands…

 

I soon find that this is no dream.

 

I opened my eyes to find that the man I dream of, my lover, my husband, my enemy…is holding my breasts in his hands and smiling at me. For a moment, I stare back, wondering how his eyes could be so friendly, and yet so deadly. But I promptly remember that this man is holding my breasts in his hands.

 

Quickly I jump out of the bed and run to the corner, feeling violated.

 

“W-what are you doing!?” I scream at him, irritated beyond belief at his intrusions.

 

Vegeta smirks at me and sits up slowly, remembering the wound from the day before.

 

His smirk disappears as he places his fingertips to the bindings of his injury.

 

“Up to your old tricks, woman?” he grumbles.

 

I am beyond upset. I worked so hard to make sure that he didn't die, and he has the audacity to accuse me of his own injury?!

 

“No!” I exclaim. “You can thank the man who shot you with his arrow for that.”

 

Vegeta closes his eyes, trying to remember the previous day's events. Meanwhile, I am still trying to catch my breath. The wake up call nearly made me give in to my darkest temptation, and I am ashamed. Surely I am not falling for the man who I hate?

 

He smiles at me, one of those very rare smiles, and beckons me to sit on the bed. At first I refuse, wanting no part of his game. I remember the words he said aloud in his dream, and I convince myself that his heart belongs to another.

 

“Please, I only want to talk to you, my lady.”

 

I give in and sit next to him, and his scent overtakes me. It is a mixture of woods and rivers, and it makes me feel clean. I had expected the opposite.

 

Before I have a chance to open my mouth, his mouth is upon me, his hands roaming everywhere, my breasts, my arms, my shoulders. He removes my chemise and reveals half of my chest. I am too drunk with desire to protest. Vegeta moves quickly and takes my mouth with his again, passionately yet delicately.

 

Our moment, however, is soon interrupted.

 

“Um, Lord Vegeta, I was….is this a bad time?”

 

I look over to see Radditz, Tamahome, and Launch, staring at the spectacle that Vegeta and I have become.

 

Reality hits me like a brick and I grab my day garments and rush past them to the closet, terribly embarrassed.

 

“HAS ANYONE EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?” I hear Vegeta roar.

 

Radditz laughs, and tells everyone that they should return later before closing the large doors.

 

I hear Vegeta sigh deeply before asking me to come out of my hiding place.

 

“Onna, come sit back down, ignore them,” he pleads. I can still detect the rush of desire that I myself had just encountered in his voice.

 

I know better than to fall for that trick again.

 

“No sire, I must attend to the day's work,” I tell him, knowing well that I am not needed.

 

He tells me that the servants can do it, but I quickly leave the room, knowing the results if I linger longer.

 

It's bad enough that by now everyone in the castle knows of my disloyalty to my father, but now I know one thing for certain; my desire to have Vegeta's arms around me is stronger than my hatred for him.

 

 

End of Chapter 6

 

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Wow, even I kinda liked that chapter. I hope I get a whole lotta good posts for that one. I know that some people are probably gonna be mad at me for ending it there, but don't worry, chapter 7 will be up before you know it. I'm going to start working on it tonight! Yay!

 

Hmm….so Tamahome didn't hear Launch's slip up? We'll just have to see. I have a feeling that the subject may soon come up again. And who is behind these attacks on Vegeta's lands? Guess we'll just have to wait…

 

**Also, some of you noticed that I put in Tamahome from Fushigi Yugi. I just love him, so I thought that it wouldn't do any harm to put him it**

 

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