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Potential

Chapter 9: Morning After

 

Hey guys! I'm going to make this short so that you can all get back to reading the GOOD STUFF. I got SWEET feedback on the last chapter, so I thought maybe it would be even better if I made this chapter even…better. So, here is the chapter I will probably get the most flames for. BTW...sorry for the wait. I have rewritten this chapter 3 times in the past week!

 

Standard disclaimers apply!

 

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Morning After

 

Tamahome drank another cup of ale and rested his head in his battered arms.

 

The pub was a small dark room on the outskirts of the lands. It was easy enough to ride to, and small enough to get drunk in and not cause a fuss. After the day he had just gone through, Tamahome figured a little drink could do him good.

 

All of his life he had dreamed of being a Saiyan warrior, and he had worked hard to be among the best. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he never seemed to get any respect from his hard work. He was still given the worst shifts to stand watch, and the superior officers made him do the worst duties. He had just finished shining 34 suits of armor, and now nothing made him feel better than a drink. Or two…

 

 

OOOOOOOOO Flashback OOOOOOOOO

 

“Who is this young boy?” said a rough voice.

 

“Oh this? He's just some brat. One of the soldiers found him hiding in the camp, so we thought we'd teach him a lesson. Looks like we showed him real good!”

 

Tamahome rubbed his swollen eyes to look up at the two men talking above him. One man he recognized, for he was the man responsible for the cuts, bruises and broken bones that were sharply stinging his body. The other man, however, he could not make out, save for the rough voice and pointy tips of sharp hair.

 

“So, you enjoyed beating him, did you?” the rough voiced man asked calmly.

 

“Ha! Sure did! This little bastard won't be walking for a while, and if he does…”

 

Before the man finished his sentence, a blade was inserted into his chest with such a violent force, Tamahome heard the cracking of the man's ribs. The short man with a rough voice had stabbed his tormentor, and now was on one knee, inspecting the dying man.

 

“A true warrior does not kill or harm defenseless women or children. You are not worthy of being a Saiyan.”

 

Tamahome could only watch as the man took his last breath and died.

 

Then, the remaining man turned toward him, his face coming into light, like some warrior of old legend. Tamahome immediately felt safe, even if the man only stared at him a moment and ordered a man to give the boy medical attention.

 

“Sir,” Tamahome wheezed, barely able to speak.

 

The warrior turned to face him, his face emotionless save for the deep scowl he wore.

 

“From this moment on, I pledge my service to you. I will be a Saiyan warrior,” Tamahome said proudly.

 

The man merely gave the slightest hint of a smirk and spoke to the boy.

 

“If you are to be a Saiyan warrior, you must earn it boy.”

 

Once again, the man started to walk away, but was stopped when the boy asked his name.

 

“My name is Vegeta. Prince Vegeta. Remember it.”

 

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“Vegeta. VEGETA!”

 

Tamahome jerked up quickly, nearly falling out of his chair. In the process of reaching for something to grab to stabilize himself, he accidentally found his hand gripped tightly around the waist of a female.

 

“My, you're not shy, are you?” she asked seductively.

 

In his drunken state, Tamahome could only smile as he tried to stand, using the woman for support.

 

The woman looked at the man with curiosity. Yes, he was the one she was looking for. Tall, handsome, and boyishly drunk.

 

“Come on sire, I think I have a bed that is calling for you,” she purred as she led the man outside. Tamahome did not remember much of what happened next. The last thing he did remember were Radditz's words floating through his head.

 

“Don't breathe a word of this `Princess Bulma' situation to anyone! God only knows what would happen if Vegeta got word of this without knowing the whole story. And if Frieza finds out…God help us all.”

 

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Bulma's POV

 

My rest last night was not the deepest I have ever had, nor the most peaceful, but nevertheless, I am content.

 

I spent half of the night staring at the face of the man next to me in the dim candlelight, watching his face change as dreams passed over him. On more than one occasion he had whispered a name, at first I could not understand his words, but as he became more restless, it became clear; he was calling to someone.

 

“Why do you deny me, Little One? You know I will have you in my arms again,” Vegeta purred.

 

I could scarcely keep my balance as I tried to stand.

 

Was that not a term of affection from one lover to another?

 

When I heard the words escape his lips, it upset me beyond reason. I felt my heart drop in my chest and my breathing quicken. Who was this woman? I jumped out of bed, embarrassed and angry with myself for being so upset, yet for giving my body so freely to a man I felt little or no emotions for. At least, that's what I told myself.

 

As I dressed myself and brushed my tangled hair, the echoing thought of Vegeta's state of heart ate at me. Could he possibly be in love with another? As much as it pained me to admit it, I knew that it was a definite possibility and the thought of him leaving me forever was far too painful.

 

Vegeta began tossing and turning as I started to make for the door, almost as though he sensed my leaving. Good. Perhaps now he and his “Little One” could be alone.

 

The tears pouring down my face as I ran down the hall did little to ease my thoughts.

 

Does Vegeta truly love another?

 

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Vegeta's POV

 

As I open my eyes to the new morning, I am irritated. Not so much by the fact that it is morning, or even that there is much work to be done, I am irritated because when I went fell into sleep the evening before, there were two people in my bed, and now there is only one.

 

I sit up and rub my hands over my face, trying to wipe the sleep out of me, but I am unsuccessful. I lie back down and place my face in her pillow by pure accident, and I am immediately engulfed by her scent, one that is much like the wild plant life smell of my Saiyan home. Instantly I sit up, angered once again by the fact that no matter how hard I try, I cannot rid her from my thoughts.

 

Even as my body finally gave out after hours of physical intimacy, my mind still wondered in the night. I dreamed of her, even as she lay next to me. I remember even going so far in my dreams as to refer to her as my “Little One,” a term I never imagined me, a Saiyan prince, ever using in a hundred lifetimes.

 

I woke up this morning craving her again, as though my body needed her more than air or water. I do not know what this sensation is that I feel whenever I think about her, but it irks me. It is more powerful than my hatred for my uncle, yet much harder to understand. I may care for the woman, but I am afraid to ever admit the depth of my feelings. Could it be the one thing I dread more than anything?

 

Dare I say that I am in love with Onna?

 

I feel that old friend anger rising in my chest. I have sworn to myself many times over that I would not make the same mistake that my father did by falling in love. In the end it cost him his life and kingdom.

 

No, I will not allow it.

 

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Meanwhile, in Tamahome's room….

 

“You know, I had a very good time last night, Tamahome…”

 

Tamahome brought his head up slowly while he tried his hardest to stay steady. He had consumed a bit too much ale the night before, and now was feeling the aftereffects. Other than a bad headache and nausea, Tamahome's strongest side effect of the previous night's festivities was the fact that he couldn't remember a thing, especially not the gorgeous red-haired woman who stood before him in her naked glory.

 

“Who, are you?” Tamahome asked slowly, trying to grasp the fragmented thoughts that danced around his head. It had been a very long night.

 

The woman flashed him a devious smile as she started dressing herself.

 

“Don't worry honey, its not important. I'm sure you'll see me around…” she said seductively as she planted a deep kiss on the awestruck young soldier.

 

Tamahome could only gape as the woman left his room and shut the door behind her.

 

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Dasani had only been a favorite spy of Frieza's for about a year, but already she had earned his favor and a fair share of money through her ventures. But now, she had the one piece of information that would make her number one, and possibly earn her a share of the crown….

 

Dasani had only been looking to score some inside information from one of Vegeta's soldiers when she had come upon the drunk yet attractive “Tamahome,” who was more than eager to tell her anything that came to his mind. Her choice in men had paid off, for once. Not only was Tamahome close to Vegeta, he knew something that even Vegeta didn't know…

 

Princess Bulma was not only alive and well; she was living in the castle and married to Vegeta! Obviously Vegeta didn't know this or else he would have made his claim on the entire country, but she was sure Frieza would be very happy with this new knowledge…very happy indeed.

 

END OF CHAPTER 9

 

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Okay, before I get the red hot flames, let me explain a couple of things: first off, this is a short chapter because chapter 10 (which will be posted tomorrow night, I promise) is super long and super full of info. Secondly, I'm a perfectionist when it comes to my work. If I don't think it's 100% perfect, I'll redo the entire thing. I don't want you guys to read a crappy story, after all!

 

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CHAPTER 10 will be up on Thursday, April 14. Be ready!

 

Much Love,

 

Sophie