Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Prey Upon the Weak ( Chapter 22 )

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Prompt: "Trapped".

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‘Damn it, damn it, damn it!’ She couldn’t let Vegeta catch her, not like this. It was too easy a hiding spot, and she’d only picked it to use for a short time!

Bulma crouched down, hiding her head under her arms as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway. When she saw the small bare feet turn the corner, though, she started breathing again.

“Mom, what are you doing?” her six-year-old son asked when he spotted her crouching behind a potted plant.

She sat back against the wall. “Hiding,” she simply said.

“What’d you do to the GR?” he asked with a huff.

Bulma blushed lightly. “Nothing. You haven’t seen your father around here, have you?” She pushed herself up to stand.

“No, but I did just leave my room.” He gave her a devious smirk, reminding Bulma way too much of both her and Vegeta. “Do you want me to call him here for you?”

“No, no, no,” she said a little too quickly. “Um, if you do happen to see him tell him you didn’t see me, okay?”

“Can do, Mom.” Trunks started heading downstairs as his mother went the opposite direction. He was way more interested in getting food in his belly than trying to think of what his mother had done to upset his father, but it wasn’t anything new in the Briefs’ home. As long as he was being left out of it, and his father didn’t start breathing fire down his neck for the incident then it was a good day.

He was almost to the kitchen when he was stopped again.

“BOY!” his father’s voice rang through the short hallway between the kitchen and living area. “Have you seen your mother?”

“Hmm.” To tell or not to tell. Perhaps if his mother would’ve given at least some indication about how serious the situation was. Trunks scratched the back of his neck as he thought, feeling his father getting ever closer, until a hand grabbed the front of his shirt and hoisted him up.

Vegeta took a deep breath. “You’ve seen her. Where was she?” he asked, almost nicely. as he set his son back on the ground.

“Upstairs hallway, crouching behind a plant.” There was no use in lying around his father, and as he’d told himself: there was no reason to get caught up in his parents arguing.

“Is that so,” Vegeta said thoughtfully, mischief flashing in his eyes. The little vixen was trying to outsmart him. He smirked. It was a good effort, one he would give her credit for, but she kept forgetting that he was a master of espionage. Well, that, and blowing shit up of course.

“So what did Mom do this time?” Trunks asked when his father just stood there, apparently deep in thought about something.

“Mind your business, boy,” he growled before finally walking away.

“Ugh! My parents are so weird.” Trunks threw his hands up in defeat as he finally entered the kitchen to get some breakfast.

Bulma snuck around the house, starting with the upstairs before heading down. She stopped a few places in-between, hoping to slow Vegeta down. She sighed as she walked down the long corridor leading to her fathers inside garden. She was actually quite surprised that Vegeta hadn’t caught her yet, especially after having that run-in with Trunks a few hours ago. She sighed, again, though this time in relief. Apparently her son had been loyal to her in her moment of need, or he and Vegeta had never crossed paths.

She opened the door to the garden and stepped in. She smiled to herself at her brilliant mind. ‘I can hide in here for hours and relax. Now I just need to find a cozy spot.’ She started walking towards to trees, grin still turning her lips up. As she walked through the first line of trees, she felt her spine tingle. She shook it off. ‘Probably just a curious animal,’ she told herself. The further she walked into the forest, though, the more paranoid she got.

She stopped in her tracks, looking up into the trees that surrounded her. She knew all the animals in here were mostly friendly, but perhaps her father had added a new one since the last time she’d been in her. Surely her father wouldn’t have added in a feral creature, right? She felt her pulse quicken as she scanned the area for any hints of an animal nearby.

She put a hand over her heart, willing it to calm down. She hadn’t been this nervous in a long time. ‘Calm down, Bulma,’ she told herself. ‘It’s nothing, it’s you over-thinking things. There’s no way there’s some dangerous animal in here that’s going to pounce on you.’

As if the creature heard her thoughts, it attacked. Being careful not to knock her down too harshly onto the soft grass. It’s lithe body covered hers, fingers running up her arms and binding her wrists together with one hand. She opened her eyes and looked up as it’s crouch pressed against hers.

“You cheater!” she scowled. “It’s not fair if you wait for me to show up!”

He smirked. “You’re too easy a prey, woman.”
“I thought I did a good job,” she pouted now. “I left my scent in different places, and moved around a lot. What more did you want?” His face came down to nuzzle his nose against her neck and shoulder. “When you said you wanted to train your other senses and not use ki to track me, I thought you’d use scent. Instead you just lie-in-wait!”

He pulled back, looking at his prize. “You were right. I did use scent, but that’s your problem. Great minds think alike, don’t they? I ran into Trunks not too long after he had come across you. So I asked where you were hiding.”

“That little brat!” she hissed. “I told him not to tell!”

Vegeta chuckled as she suddenly began to struggle under his hold. “After he told me, I came to the conclusion that you were using that scent trail. It was a very smart move, more than I would’ve thought you capable.” Her wrists pushed against his hand. “So the only logical place for you to end up was here. A place full of so many different scents, but still in Capsule.” Her struggling finally ceased.

“So now what? Are you going to let me go so we can continue this training exercise?”

“I was thinking of enjoying my prey before letting it go again.”