Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Potential ❯ Friction ( Chapter 14 )

Potential

Chapter 14: Friction

 

Hey friends…thanks for being patient with me, I know how much it sucks to have to wait for some crummy author to get off he bum just to type the next chapter of your favorite story, right? LOL. Anyway, here is, as promised, chapter 14.

 

All right, I know you're mad…but this is just another MINI-CHAPTER. Very small, but very potent. Don't worry though. Another chapter will be up this week as well.

 

JUST SO YOU KNOW… exams are coming up here at my college, and you know what that means….there might be a gap between updates. But don't worry! My children, for I am planning on releasing 3 chapters next week (they are already done) that should sustain you for the week or two that I am unable to post…I know, its very sad.

 

Standard disclaimers apply.

 

R rating still applies.

 

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Friction

 

Over the course of the past month, Bulma and Vegeta had virtually no interaction.

 

When Vegeta wasn't scouring the land for thieves and bandits, he was training. When he wasn't doing that, he was keeping Frieza as far away from Bulma as possible, and when he wasn't doing that…he was staying as far away from Bulma as possible. Of course, this was no easy task for Vegeta. He had thought that keeping his distance from his wife would keep her out of his head…but in the end he only wanted her more.

 

The incident that signified this occurred on a night where the prince had drunken more than his fill of wine. All evening long he had been brooding over his wife, the temptress that haunted his every move, his every thought. No matter how hard he had tried to block her from his mind, he had only succeeded in wanting her more. Even as he sat there among his men, merry from a day of pillaging the home of a now deceased gang of thieves, he noticed that the mood was not unlike that of the night he had first seen her.

 

A slow smile crept upon his face as he remembered the way Bulma had looked when she had been dragged in, bound and treated roughly by Frieza's barbarian men. Even as her dress was in tatters, her body was bruised, and her family name in ruins, she had stood proudly, her chest heaving in anger, a flash of menace in her eyes. She was not afraid of him, nor Frieza, and that had pleased Vegeta more than she would ever know.

 

Vegeta let out a drunken guffaw. It all seemed so long ago, but even then, Vegeta knew. How could he not have? It was so obvious that his betrothed was a princess. Once again he felt the anger build up inside of him as he remembered the deception he had encountered. He had been made a fool of by the one woman he respected.

 

For some reason Vegeta had lost his pleasant mood.

 

The victorious prince looked around the scene for something to clear his mind, something that would get Bulma out of his thoughts…the answer came in the least likely place.

 

The Prince's attention was snared by that of a barmaid, one who was filling up the mugs of all his men. The reason she had attracted his attention was simple…she had blue hair. Vegeta tried desperately to ignore that nagging thought in his head that pleaded with him to remember that this woman was not Bulma, and that he was married, but he quickly snuffed it out.

 

Vegeta had waited until he had married to lay in bed with a woman, and had killed men for betraying the sacred oath of marriage. Now was different. He had never even considered the thought of bedding another woman, let alone after he had experienced the soul gripping pleasure of bedding with Bulma. He was certain that no woman could ever come close to enticing him the way she did. But now, now was different. He was strongly considering sleeping with this woman.

 

Finally giving in to his primal instinct, Vegeta rose from his chair and in a drunken stupor, he grabbed the blue-haired woman and dragged her off to his temporary room. There was no protest from the woman, it had only seemed that she was eager as well. When they were safely in the secluded room, Vegeta took the woman in his arms, his hands roaming all over her, eliciting sounds of pleasure from the woman. Soon, however, he found that she was not what he wanted her to be.

 

For starters, the woman was far to skinny for his taste. One thing he loved about Bulma was her hypnotic curves, her figure was perfect. This woman was almost built like a child, though she was about 5 or 6 years older than Bulma. Also her breasts were not as ample, and her hair wasn't the same radiant blue that his Princesses was. The woman's hair was more of a bluish-grey, and for some reason, this bothered him more than anything.

 

Vegeta tried desperately to ignore these things, but as he deepened his kiss, he silently cursed Bulma for ruining him so that no other could fulfill his needs.

 

In an admission of defeat, Vegeta suddenly let go of the woman, and asked her to leave. At first the barmaid had thrown a small fit, demanding he pay her for her services. Soon, however, she noticed the change of emotion on his face and decided to let it be, for his anger was not something she wanted to challenge.

 

Long after the woman had left, Vegeta sat there on his bed, his mind wondering. He knew he would eventually have to go home, but he secretly dreaded it. If his plan of waiting for her to come to him did not work, than he would live in a loveless marriage.

He knew it was time for him to go back, even if just for a little while.

 

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Vegeta's time away from the castle had not been any easier on Bulma.

 

Throughout the past month she had been trying to keep herself busy with household duties, trying desperately not to think about the way it felt to have his arms around her, or how amazing that rare smile he would flash in her direction could be.

 

After cleaning every part of the castle she could imagine, she had been ushered to take a rest and a bath by Launch, who could tell by the dark circles under Bulma's eyes that she had not been sleeping well.

 

Finally agreeing, Bulma went to her room and after taking a nice long bath, crashed upon the bed in defeat. No amount of housework would wipe his touch away from her memory, whether she liked it or not.

 

As she lay motionless for a moment, the scenery and smells of the room started to penetrate her thoughts. Vegeta's smell, though fading day by day was still as delicious as ever. Bulma looked over at the chair where he had sat when was too angry to lie in bed with her. Everything about the room reminded her of Vegeta, and for a moment, Bulma's heart softened.

 

Her body needed medicine, and not the kind you get from a doctor.

 

Perhaps wanting Vegeta was wrong, but Bulma reasoned that she didn't just want him, she needed him. Only he could relieve her of her worries and hatred. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she cared deeply for him. But was it love?

 

“Your highness?” asked a voice.

 

Bulma sat up and saw Launch peek from the slightly opened door. Bulma rolled her eyes at her friend. They had known each other since they were babies and Launch still tended to call her by her title.

 

“What is it, Launch?” Bulma asked nonchalantly.

 

Launch's eyes squinted slightly as she observed that Bulma was clothed in nothing but her chemise, a long sort of under dress that showed ample bosom and hugged her features.

 

“I just thought you would like to know, Vegeta is back.”

 

Bulma shot out of the bed like a rocket. Vegeta was back?! Bulma raced around the room, looking for a brush to smooth her long mane of aqua hair.

 

“But,” Launch interjected, “He says he cannot see you tonight, he has business to attend to.”

 

Launch looked at her friend with sorrow in her eyes, feeling terrible at having to personally deliver such disappointing news. She stared at Bulma, expecting Bulma to cry or to remain silent as she usually did when she heard something she didn't want to, but she didn't. Bulma merely resumed her search for the brush and started pulling dresses out of the closet.

 

The handmaiden merely stood there awestruck at her Princess's actions. Bulma finally stopped to give Launch an order.

 

“Are you going to help me search for the perfect dress to taunt him with, or not?” Bulma asked dryly.

 

Launch merely smiled and went to aid her friend.

 

After what seemed like hours of searching, Bulma finally found the perfect dress. It was a very modern dress, in her standards. The dress was shoulderless with long sleeves. The neck line was at the bicep crease on the arm and went all the way to the cleavage line. The dress was accentuated by a bow under the bosom and a long leg hugging skirt.

 

(**Authors NOTE** I actually scribbled a little picture of Bulma in this dress that I will soon have up. If anyone wants to see it, the pic will be at Media Miner or I can email it to you!)

 

Launch stood back, amazed at how beautiful Bulma looked in the outfit.

 

“Now Launch, if you will excuse me, I have to find my husband.”

 

 

END OF CHAPTER 14

 

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