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Potential

Chapter 7: The Hunt

 

Hello. How did you guys like spring break (if you got one)? I went to Oklahoma to visit some old friends and got in touch with my nature side, but now I'm back, and ready to write. Sorry to have kept you waiting! This chapter gets into the aftermath of the *almost losing control* aspect. I had a lot of fun with the POV, so I plan on using it more often in this story so I won't keep getting those emails from you guys going “What was Vegeta thinking?” Now you'll know!

 

I do not own DBZ nor any of its characters or properties.

 

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The Hunt

 

Bulma's POV

 

I cannot believe that I have allowed myself to come so close to betraying my people.

 

If I close my eyes, I can still feel the way his fingertips feel against my skin, leaving a trail of flames upon me, making me forget my wits and giving into the sins of my heart.

 

I am ashamed. Father and Mother are surely looking down upon me in disgust, for I have betrayed them both.

 

This enemy of mine is nothing more than a womanizing letch. I must constantly remind myself of this. In his fever, he was yelling out to some woman, beckoning her to him. I know it was not me, for I am but a simple woman, and the woman he spoke of had obviously placed some spell upon him to make him need her so.

 

I must forget the way his eyes look so deeply into mine, the pools of black inviting me to fall into a bottomless gorge, never to come out unscathed. He stares at me as though he wants nothing else in the world, but this must be false. I could never be so desirable to a man that he would lose all control.

 

His kingly attractiveness is more than mine, and he must see me as the easiest and closest woman for him to take advantage of.

 

That has to be it. I am nothing more than a toy to him.

 

He must look at all women like that.

 

Still, I wonder what would have happened had we not been interrupted the other day. I am disgusted with myself for wondering, but I feel as though I will never know what is like to be loved by a man.

It is thoughts like these that get me into trouble.

 

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Vegeta's POV

 

I had awoken to the most striking sight that I had ever seen.

 

The woman was curled up next to me, wearing next to nothing, smiling and roaming her hands about me. She had run her fingers through my hair and even pressed her lips to mine, making me crazy with a desire to make her mine.

 

Of course all good things must come to an end.

 

No sooner than I had managed to expose more of her milky flesh to me did that buffoon of a warrior, Radditz, and two others burst into my chambers and frighten her away. She was almost mine!

 

I must remember to have Radditz properly whipped.

 

As she rushed out the door in embarrassment, horror, or both, I sit up to try to stop her and instantly feel a stinging sensation in my chest. I had forgotten about the injury.

 

I have to remind myself constantly that I am a warrior, a prince, and someday the king of my people. I cannot allow myself to be affected by such insignificant things as love and affection. These things do not win battles or run nations. I could never promise Onna that I would give her these things.

 

I have been tempted by many women in my time, and no matter how attractive they were, no matter how hard they tried, I have never bedded a single one of them. Onna is possibly the only woman in this world I desire, and of course I cannot have. Perhaps she thinks I am disgusting to look at as well as to touch, but I have a hard time believing that after the way she placed her fingers upon me the other morning. If her hatred runs that deep, I will work around it. She is only my wife, and our marriage was to produce an heir and to unite a kingdom, nothing more.

 

Why then do I worry about her safety and well being before mine?

 

Even in dreams she haunts me. I must claim her, for that is the only way to end my hunger for her. Then I will leave her to her own hatred, for it does not bother me. I will learn to ignore it. I have gone these years without the love of another living creature, save for my mother, and now that she is gone, I will survive without it.

 

I can only pledge my loyalty…

 

Love is unimportant.

 

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It had been a trying day for Bulma.

 

First, she had found out that one of her first and most beloved servants had passed away. Being a widow and with no family of her own, the woman had died alone leaving no one to mourn her. Bulma could not allow that to happen.

 

Bulma threw on her black dress and veil, and ordered several of her personal maidens to go with her to the woman's funeral, so that there would be people to mourn.

 

As the funeral ended, Bulma let her tears go streaming down her face, and allowed Launch and the others to leave as she said goodbye to the deceased.

 

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Vegeta had not been able to find Onna anywhere on the castle grounds. No one had seen her, and no one had any idea where she could be.

 

He had originally gone looking for her to tell her that he was restricting her activities to the courtyard and no further, due to the attacks. Vegeta had a feeling there was more to these attacks than just a few thieves wanting revenge.

 

Now she was missing, and the idea of bandits getting a hold of his most precious tenure made him sick to his stomach. He could not allow any one to touch Onna. His Onna.

 

He rode out looking for her, swearing hell's fury upon the party responsible for her disappearance.

 

It was not until Vegeta had finished patrolling the eastern partition when he saw a most unusual site.

 

In the modest graveyard where the servants were buried was a lone grave. This site alone was not unusual, but the sight around it was. Standing in front of the fresh grave was a shapely woman in a long black gown and veil. As the winds whipped the dress, the folds soon flowed behind the figure like wings.

 

Vegeta felt his throat constrict for a moment. Was the sight before him the vision of an archangel?

 

He jumped off his mount and walk slowly toward the apparition, unsure of what to expect. It was not until he was no more than 20 feet behind the mysterious figure that he realized who it was.

 

Under the long black veil was a river of long tresses of blue hair. There was only one creature on earth with hair like that, and he did not have to think twice.

 

“What in God's name is the woman doing out here?” Vegeta wondered.

 

Baffled, Vegeta strode up to Bulma and got her attention.

 

When she turned to him, it was obvious that she had been crying heavily. Her blue gray eyes were so full of tears they looked like small oceans. Before he could say a word Bulma ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing.

 

“Poor Marian, she had no one to mourn her! I could not let her go into the next world by herself,” Bulma cried.

 

Vegeta felt his heart cool at the emotional state that his wife was in. He returned her embrace and secretly admired her, again. She had the qualities of a queen, there was no doubt now. She cared about her subjects, enough so to risk danger by leaving the castle grounds to say goodbye. Vegeta smirked inside, knowing that he could not have designed a better wife himself. Still he was angry with her for being so far from the castle, alone.

 

He used his arms to reluctantly extract her body from his, looking her square in the eyes.

 

“Onna, you know better than to go so far from the castle, alone.”

 

Bulma wiped her tears away and looked at him. Surely he had not come all the way out here to lecture her?

 

“She had no one to mourn her!” she protested.

 

Vegeta's face turned to stone. No matter Onna's state of grief, he would not allow her to think she could talk to him in such an improper manner. It was for safety's sake that he had restricted her to the castle in the first place.

 

“Woman,” he said dangerously, “I have told you time and time again that the interior lands are not secure. You cannot think I will allow you to put yourself in danger.”

 

“How dare you tell me what I can and can't do! I won't allow some prince's ego dictate my everyday comings and goings!”

 

“If it weren't for me, you would be slaving under Frieza's men, or serving mine. I am your husband whether you like it or not, and you will respect me!” he growled.

 

“I would not be some servant girl! I would be a princess, as I should rightfully be!” As soon as the words came out she placed her hands over her mouth to stop the words from rushing out. Vegeta's face twisted to a puzzled look, as though he had not heard her correctly.

 

“What do you mean, Onna?” he asked slowly.

 

Bulma looked around as though trying to look for an escape. Fortunately that escape came in the form of Tamahome riding up beside the pair.

 

Vegeta took Bulma's arm and protectively placed her behind him. He would not risk her emotions coming out in front of his men.

 

“Sire, I am sorry to disturb you, but many deer have been sighted by the southern boundary. The men wish you and milady to join us in a hunt!” Tamahome announced excitedly.

 

Vegeta was just about to decline the offer when he felt Bulma give his arm a tug.

 

“I would like to go with you,” she stated.

 

Vegeta stared at her disbelievingly. The woman who avoided him at every chance she had and had just been screaming at him now wanted to go on a hunt with him? He could hardly believe his own ears.

 

“Are you certain woman? It can be dangerous, and you will be riding with me,” he asked suspiciously.

 

Bulma shook her head eagerly. She used to love hunting with her father, and it would do her some good. But it would also distract Vegeta from trying to figure out what she had meant with her `princess' comment.

 

Vegeta gave her a smirk in agreement. He could use the sport, and could keep a better eye on the woman if she was with him. Besides, it would give him a better opportunity to talk to her under merrier conditions.

 

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Bulma had changed into a more appropriate riding dress, and had managed to pull her hair back into a sporting bun. She was more excited than she wanted to admit about the hunt. As she mounted her horse, she gave it a heel to the side to encourage it to go, accidentally scaring the other men's horses in the process.

 

Bulma smiled brightly as her horse jumped the piles of firewood and logs effortlessly, praising her horse along the way.

 

Vegeta watched enchanted as Bulma rode better than most of the men in his company. He wondered where she had learned such skill on a mount as he watched the motions of her body while she rode. She was such an amazing woman, yet so fiery.

 

“Where did you learn to ride like that, Onna?” he asked her, hoping to get a normal conversation.

 

“From my father,” Bulma smiled, thinking of a good lie, “The old lord had many horses and often allowed my father and I to accompany him on his rides.”

 

Vegeta felt his heart shift as she smiled at him. Her dazzling grin reminded him of the way his mother used to smile at him, and for some reason, he felt slightly at home.

 

As they rode out toward the woods, Vegeta's men nodded and smiled at their mistress, polite as can be. Bulma felt slightly ashamed at her earlier attitude toward the men, for they had never treated her with disrespect. They were different from Frieza's men.

 

The party split into five different groups, leaving Bulma and Vegeta to themselves as they searched for their prey.

 

They were silent all the way up until they sighted a stirring in the bushes. Vegeta pulled his bow from his pack and prepared to fire.

 

After what seemed like hours, the animal appeared from its hiding place, only it wasn't deer…it was a wild boar! Both of the horses bucked in fear, Vegeta's managing to knock him off his mount, dropping his bow and arrow in the fall and landing in the mud. Bulma, having the advantage of both hands on her horse managed to stay on.

 

The boar charged at Vegeta's horse and it ran away, avoiding the tusks of the raging animal. The boar then turned to charge at Vegeta, who lay weaponless in the mud.

 

“Vegeta!” Bulma screamed to warn him.

 

The animals' tusks bared, Vegeta tried in vain to get up before being skewered, but with no avail. The mud kept him from getting his balance. He braced himself for the blow, but it never came.

 

After a moment of disbelief, Vegeta glanced over to see the animal keeled over, dead from a sword wound. His eyes found their way to Bulma, who was standing in front of her horse, a large sword in hand, her hand covered in blood.

 

“Onna, are you alright?!” he asked disbelievingly.

 

Bulma wiped the edge of the blade off on her sleeve, and looked down at her husband.

 

“Yes, but I can see that you are in need of a bath!” she laughed.

 

Vegeta blinked in astonishment. She was actually laughing! It sounded better that he had imagined, and made him chuckle heartily as well. He felt a swelling of pride at the fact that the woman in front of him was his, which gave him an idea…

 

“Perhaps I do need a bath. That is why I am taking a mud bath. Would you care to join me, milady?”

 

Bulma didn't have time to protest when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her waist and drag her off her mount…and into the mud.

 

She squealed in disgust as she looked at the mud that covered her entire body.

 

“Now we are clean,” Vegeta laughed as he pulled her close to him. He didn't care that she was covered in mud. If anything, all he saw was those flashing blue eyes and rows of pearly white teeth laughing. She never looked more beautiful to him that she did now.

 

After his laughter subsided, he pulled her close to him, and brought her lips to his. There was no protest as she wrapped her muddy sleeves around his neck and he deepened their kiss.

 

Perhaps they would have stayed like that, kissing each other into the evening. Soon they were interrupted (again) by Tamahome and Radditz riding up to them.

 

“Sire! Milady! Are you all right? We heard commotion and came to check up on you,” Tamahome said.

 

Bulma was just about to explain what had happened when she was cut off by Vegeta.

 

“I fell off my mount when a wild boar charged us and would have been dead had it not been for Onna,” Vegeta boasted proudly. “She slew it with my sword. Tonight we will feast on boar.”

 

“Tamahome and I shot two bucks, and I heard that four more were killed. We will have a good feast indeed,” Radditz laughed.

 

“Well, let us return. I think that I will need a bath before dinner,” Vegeta grumbled.

 

Bulma climbed onto her horse before she realized that now Vegeta had none.

 

“Would you like to ride with me, my Lord?” she asked kindly.

 

Vegeta did not decline. He had a few things to do before dinner.

 

End of Chapter 7

 

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Okay, okay. I'm done with that chapter…hooray! Chapter 8 is the mac daddy…and by that I mean there is going to be SEXUAL content….yeah. So all of you young un's better be of age or maturity! LOL. Anyways, I'm back from break, so now I hopefully wont have to get all of those nasty emails from you guys about how I don't post on time…I'm usually awesome about it. Well, chapter 8 is going to be out REALLY SOON! So remember…

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