Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge: An Earthling's Retribution ❯ Chapter 7

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Chapter Seven

Bulma walked determinedly towards him not showing any of her hatred for the man who had broken her completely.

“Hello Brolly.” She whispered slowly as he smiled leeringly at her.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Brolly asked, enunciating the word “pleasure” in a way that he thought was incredibly sexy. Bulma just thought it was nauseatingly repulsive.

Bulma shrugged and smiled saccharinely up at him. She twirled a lock of blue hair around her finger and tried to act as dumb as possible. “I thought I owed you since you seemed so unsatisfied the last time we met.”

He lifted his thick eyebrows at that and she knew she would have to be more convincing if she were to be successful today. Brolly wasn’t a complete idiot after all. But she knew at the end of the day he was still just a man. There were only a very few whom her feminine wiles would not work on.

“Is that so? The last I heard you were shacking up with that third class warrior Kakarot.” Brolly told her astutely.

Bulma pouted at this and looked to Brolly. “He has taken over from Cabba for a while now.” Bulma confirmed the lie Vegeta had insisted they use as a cover story. “But he isn’t any fun. Sickeningly regular and boring.” Bulma looked suggestively up and down Brolly’s muscular frame, his upper half naked, and she bit her bottom lip seductively.

Before she could blink he materialised before her with super speed. She hated when Saiyans did that. He grabbed her loose hair from behind and pulled her head back painfully. He lowered his own head over hers and whispered in her face. He wasn’t as refined as he believed himself to be, Bulma thought as spittle landed on her face. It was a testament to how brilliant her acting skills were when she didn’t wince from disgust. If she were back on Earth now, she would have definitely won an Oscar award for her performances thus far.

Bulma watched his features draw into shrewd assessment of her motives as he grinned roguishly over his hold on her. He delighted in causing pain and misery and it was those lines of pleasure that contorted a seemingly innocent face to a wickedly nightmarish one.

“I see a lot of things in those pretty eyes of yours, but lust isn’t one of them.” Brolly observed.

‘Think Bulma. Think.’ She mentally coached herself. His hold on her head was aggressive and starting to hurt. She wanted to just knee him in his groin and get on with it. “It” being the reason for her presence there, but she knew that could become ugly and dangerous for her. Bulma lifted a soft palm towards his chest and caressed his skin with a feather light touch. It distracted him enough for him to slightly loosen his fingers in her hair, although he still held her head firmly in place.

She closed her eyes briefly so she could imagine a sexy man before her; not Brolly. She pretended that she was going to have wild sex with her date after a romantic dinner and an aphrodisiacal dessert. Willingly images of a delicious body came into mind. He was broad shouldered and muscular and his bronze skin made her think of sticky, sultry honey. She licked her lips in appreciation at this and when she opened her eyes she looked straight through Brolly. A contrivance she had honed for years now. When he looked into her eyes this time he definitely saw the lust he demanded her eyes bestow upon him. Pity he was too blind to notice that it wasn’t for him though.

He smiled in a revolting fashion and Bulma shivered in his hold, grateful he assumed her shiver was because she was turned on by him and not disgusted by him. He crushed her lips to his in a bruising kiss. He was a cocky bastard. Years of experience had Bulma kissing him back in practiced expertise that could not have him questioning her want for him. Brolly released her hair so his hands could grip her bottom and roughly pull her into his erection with an animal like growl.

Bulma gave a well-timed moan of fake pleasure and roved her hands over his back before pleasurably stroking his tail. He shuddered against her and she inwardly smiled. She risked breaking their kiss and was glad to see he was too immersed in his pleasure that he didn’t mind. He made to move towards her again but Bulma reared back shaking her head at him.

“May we go somewhere a little more private?” She asked, looking around the barren lands that were visibly open to prying eyes. Bulma hoped that her request would not be turned down. He frowned at her and she licked her lips to stop his brain from thinking rationally, hoping her lips implanted thoughts of wet kisses and hot tongues in his mind. His eyes darted to her moist and kiss swollen lips before he grunted and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulders.

Bulma rolled her eyes at him but relief awarded her a small smile. She petted his brown tail and it curled around her wrist, the course hair bristling under her touch. Bulma made gagging noises behind his back and stuck out her pink tongue at his tail. She then grabbed one butt cheek and he growled his approval at her. He walked for a while before approaching large, red volcano hills nearby a lake. The water shone red from the overhead sky as if it were made from blood itself. It truly represented the blood lust of Saiyans but Bulma thought now it would symbolise her own thirst for blood.

“Here’s ok.” She told him softly and she was glad when he didn’t argue.

Brolly set her down abruptly and pulled her to him once again. He kissed her more brutally than before and grabbed one of her breasts. Bulma had to work hard not to cringe at his disgusting assault of her body. She grinded her hips against his and arched into him. His hands lowered, roaming towards the apex of her thighs and Bulma knew if his hand found how dry she was he would become angry and unpredictable.

Lifting a thigh seductively against Brolly’s hip, her dress hitched over her skin and undetected she pulled out the syringe from her garter. Quickly, without hesitation, Bulma stuck the syringe into Brolly’s neck and she felt him stiffen immediately. His hands were still around her body and his head still bent towards her neck.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to play anymore?” Bulma stood on the tip of her toes and whispered mockingly into his ear before removing herself from his repulsive embrace. His limbs were heavy but she managed just fine to move away from him. She noticed his eyes cloud in confusion as his pupils darted around wildly. Nothing else seemed to move though, not a twitch from his nose or a curl of his lips, and he stared almost lifelessly at her. Bulma chuckled victoriously.

She lifted her left wrist and pressed a few buttons on her watch. Instantly an electric shield of blue energy sprung forth and entrapped the paralysed Saiyan and Bulma in a cave like barrier. She smiled triumphantly at this.

“Chin up Brolly.” She teased as she firmly lifted his bowing head with her index finger. Stepping back Bulma admired her handy work before nodding approvingly. “Much better.” She gave him a blasé wink.

She then dug into her dress pocket to pull out a purple labelled capsule. She threw it on the floor and a sword was released, glittering magnificently in the sunlight. She picked up the surprisingly light weapon and held it towards the light. It sparkled from its recent polish and Bulma bravely twirled it in her hands.

“Now I’m going to show you what it’s like to be completely helpless and at the mercy of someone else.” She said coldly as she placed the tip of the sharp blade against his chest. “With no ability to defend yourself.”

Scraping it against his chest she grinned maliciously at the trail of blood that appeared on his pectoral muscles.

“Oh but how silly of me. You’re probably wondering why you can’t move right? Mmm, well let me tell you then. You see in your neck I injected you with a special serum that affected your nervous system. None of your muscles are working. Except miraculously your eyes. Yep, I isolated the retina tissues so you could still see and ensured your ocular motility wouldn’t be affected so you could watch everything I’m going to do to you.  I’m way better at mechanical engineering you know, but being a genius with a scientist father really adds an advantage to my gene pool. I’m glad it worked. I really wanted you to watch this.” Bulma batted her mascara lengthened eyelashes at him before smiling wickedly.

Then she drew back the sword.

“Let’s start with those strong hands shall we? The very same hands that punched me into a pulp … almost.” She growled out as she strongly wielded the sword to cut of his right arm. She knew he couldn’t feel anything but the way his eyes widened at the sight of his limb dropping uselessly to the ground had Bulma laugh out wildly before she removed his other hand in one fluid swipe, pleased with the superior craftsmanship of her weapon.

Blood sprayed her face but she ignored it and breathed in deeply. The acidic smell of her enemy’s blood didn’t make her want to wretch in disgust but rather crow in victory. She couldn’t believe how beautifully her plan was coming together. Everything fell into place as if the heavens itself was behind her, egging her on to revel in her hatred for this man.

Bulma just hoped she wasn’t caught in the act like the last time. Nothing ever went this well without something failing later on. Swallowing back the first tastes of fear that soured her tongue and ignoring unbidden images of a murderous Vegeta, Bulma looked back at Brolly. This time she needn’t look straight through him. She could openly display her hatred for him.

She then used the sword to swipe at his pants and the white and red material slid to his feet with a pool of blood. Smiling wickedly Bulma looked at his manhood which was still aroused from their earlier kissing. Now it stood frozen in its upright state.

“The slimy worm that violated me.” She spat in disgust as she needlessly lifted the sword above her head. Their images reflected against the buzzing shield around them and her blue eyes took in the sight with surreal appreciation. She felt a sick sense of immense pride being breathed into her soul at a man obviously so strong and powerful standing stiff as cardboard before her. And she, she looked like a bloody crazy warrior Princess about to reap reprisal for having her being embittered. With a violent scream that sounded from the depths of her tarnished, broken heart and soul Bulma dismembered him. The appendage fell to the ground and Bulma panted slightly from her efforts.

But that was not the last straw, no, far from it. She hunched slightly over the sword that was poked into the now muddy sand, wet with Brolly’s blood, and Bulma recollected her breath. She glanced sideways at Brolly and she read disgust and mockery at feeling weak from her little exertion in his eyes. Instantly Bulma felt emancipated all over again. Strength and courage seeped into her every pore and she inhaled deeply the power of her position. She winked at him before pulling out another syringe from her garter. Bulma stood up strongly again and with the sword in one hand she jabbed the syringe forcefully into the man’s chest, smiling deviously up at him.

His body was suddenly spurred into life and he dropped to his knees from the sudden jerks of his torso moving. The pain seemed to descend upon him violently and he howled in agony. Yet he was useless to strike back. Brolly fell onto his knees and his screams threatened to give them away.

“Oh shut up will you.” Bulma groaned as she walked around him. His tail was swinging back and forth in pain and discomfort and Bulma smirked at that. “You see this shield around us?” Bulma asked as she motioned with a bloody hand towards the electric blue currents that surrounded them. “It creates a soundproof barrier so no one can hear your pathetic whining. It also cuts out any waves that you may think to use. You know, like telepathy.” Bulma smiled proudly at him.

“You’ll pay for this.” He sputtered, his breathing ragged from the sudden waves of pain that flooded every cell in him. With the regaining of working muscles it seemed like every ounce of pain from her blows had jolted through his system as well. It burned and clawed at him and he desperately wanted to pull his shoulder length hair from his scalp. Ironically though, he had no hands.

Yet Bulma only smiled and walked around him. “Oh I don’t think so.” She bent down so she could whisper into his ears. He violently jerked away from her causing him to fall onto his side. With only his legs he felt strangely disorientated. Surprised he was able to stay upright without his arms. But then again, she had cut of both of his hands.

Bulma huffed at this and placed her sword onto the ground. Picking up one of his severed limbs Bulma used his own hand to whack him over the head as hard as she could.

Brolly groaned, not from any pain her weak blows were dealing him, but from the shame and disgust of being hit over the head with your own hand. “You sick whore.” He screamed at Bulma feeling his mind losing sanity.

She then dropped his bloody arm and went to him. Her own hands digging into his wounded shoulders she hoisted him back onto his knees.

“I’m not done yet.” She muttered as she puffed harshly from pulling him up. “You’d think you’d be lighter now without any arms.” Bulma complained as she finally managed to bring him back to his knees. Her fingers and nails digging into his exposed flesh and he howled in pain. “Now stay this way or I’ll be forced to do something you really don’t like.” Bulma threatened.

He glared maliciously at her and Bulma only laughed at this. What more could she do to him? His eyes asked. Oh, but there was something more to be done.

Bulma picked up her sword again and smiled brightly at him. His head lifted to look at her and while her hands lowered his eyes widened, his mouth rounding in a perfect ‘o’ of screaming. “No!”

“Yes!” Bulma declared as she sliced of his tail.

Brolly cried in horror as his tail was taken away from him. To de-tail a Saiyan was the worst kind of punishment and shame any Saiyan could receive. It was their most valued appendage, the most precious gift, the reason for their strength and she had so easily taken it away from him. He howled in pain at his loss, the intensity of his tail gone burning more pugnaciously than any pain she could have inflicted on his being.

“I wonder if I should leave you to live like this. No tail, no dick. No arms even.” She laughed vengefully at him and he screamed bloody murder, hailing curses at her in ardent hatred. “No, I want you to rot in the darkest, deepest pits of hell. Life is too good for you. Even one where you’d live like this.” She told him sinfully.

Bulma walked around him again. She touched a tear on his cheek and rubbed it between her thumb and fingers as if testing its validity.

She feigned surprise at this as she faced him. “Oh Brolly. I didn’t know you could cry.” Bulma taunted.

She remembered clearly when he had mocked her own tears and memories of that day impounded into her skull. Bulma closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. She opened her eyes and stared almost sightlessly at the Saiyan before her.

“I guess I should thank you, you know. For finally brining me out of my drunken like stupor. I had become nothing but a hollow being that lived only as a body to do as my mistress willed. But then you came along. And you reminded me of whom I truly am. And you had me see that I was still alive. And as long as there was breath in my body I vowed to fight against you monsters. I was damaged, but not broken.” Bulma smiled almost wistfully. “But I’m not going to thank you. Do you know why?”

“Fuck you, you evil bitch. No one gives a shit about your stupid feelings.” Brolly spat at her. Not wanting to hear anymore of her ridiculous babbling. His mind tried to come up with an escape plan or a way to kill her at least. If he was going to hell, he would be sure to drag her there with him.

Bulma lifted a hand and slapped him hard across his face. She ignored the solid pain that drummed in her palm and the sharp pull that tugged at her wrist. “If you play nice Brolly I might let you live.”

At this, his eyes widened fractionally. If she let him live at least he’d be able to get revenge on her for what she did to him. But he really didn’t want to face anyone in this pathetic state. She might as well kill him. But dying at her hands and not in a glorious battle irked his Saiyan pride. It also scared him. Having a chance to think of whether you could live or die. Death was not something he was welcoming. The unknown always inspired fear.

Bulma lifted her leg and kicked him onto his back. “I’m really enjoying this you know. All these Saiyan men dropping like bugs on their backs for me. It’s eerily reminiscent of all the times you made me lay on my back.”

Brolly felt his legs give way under him as he fell onto his back. His muscular legs straightening out before him. He could still use his legs, the only limbs he possessed now, he knew it was much stronger than her entire body put together. He waited for her to come closer as he lay helplessly on the ground, blood streaming from him.

Bulma walked closer towards him, too lost in her psychotic rambling to notice that Brolly was concocting a scheme. Too late did she realise she was in trouble when his strong legs kicked out at her. His booted foot connected with her stomach and Bulma flew back into her own shield. With a crackling sound her dress seared from the pure electricity of her shield and her skin was scorched as she moaned in pain. Bulma watched as Brolly managed to somehow struggle onto his feet. He looked like an asylum patient in a strait jacket without his arms. But the thought of him being handicapped didn’t make him any less scary.

Bulma clutched at her stomach and she was sure she was going to throw up her meagre lunch. She couldn’t breathe as with every inhalation her tummy cramped as if the muscles there were engaging in a fierce battle.

She watched Brolly trying to balance himself as he walked towards her. He couldn’t walk away from her without deactivating the energy shield she had constructed, although he could easily just break her watch. However he showed no inclination of escaping, he was heading straight for her. His contemptuous eyes promised painful retribution.

Ignoring her pain and knowing it was do or die time Bulma scrambled onto her hands and knees. Adrenaline from sheer determination and fear of being killed spurred her into action. She crawled towards her fallen sword, panting in desperation. She watched Brolly try to make his way towards her. Although changing his direction was more difficult than it seemed with his body struggling to regain its original poise with both arms missing.

Bulma quickly clutched onto the sword and brandished it across Brolly’s leg. He immediately crumbled like a dilapidated building and a sigh of relief escaped Bulma’s mouth. She deflated slightly, shoulders slumping in relief as Brolly screamed in agony at her. It had happened so quickly and she was glad she had made contact with his leg. She ignored his cursing, trying to calm her erratic breathing while on her knees, a hand clutching her chest. She pushed her hair away from her sweaty face. Running her fingers through the length of her locks and she could feel the ends brittle and burned from her electric shield. Bulma tenderly checked the singed skin on her shoulders, ignoring the awful smell of charred hair and flesh mixed with fresh blood. She grimaced at the raw flesh on her shoulder blades but decided she could fix them later.

After she was sure she wouldn’t collapse from pain and fatigue Bulma willed herself to get up off her knees. Then she made her way towards Brolly.

“Stay away from me.” He moaned in real panic, finally realising how hopeless he was and not liking it one bit.

“Now do you know why I’m not going to thank you Brolly?” Bulma asked sweetly as if his little attack just now hadn’t happened. As if he trying to save himself was the reason she couldn’t thank him. She moved to stand over him, legs spread apart on either side of him. Then she lowered herself to straddle him, making sure she was sitting on his stomach. As she sat above him, knees entrenched in the bloodied, wet sand, her inner thighs soaked from the blood that seeped from Brolly’s dismemberment and onto his stomach he gave her his best evil glare. Bulma couldn’t help but find it lacking.

“No.” He found himself answering furiously.

“Because you did this to me, you bastard.” Bulma cried and for the first time there was pure anguish and regret laced in her voice and expressed on her face. “If you hadn’t come to Nion’s House that day I would have continued to live in a world of cold oblivion. I would have floated into nothingness until I became nothing but death myself. And when I was eventually offed I could have been with the rest of my kind.” Tears of loss and possibly shame trailed bloody lines down her porcelain skin.

“But now I’m a ruthless killer. A cold blooded murderer. And when I die I won’t be sent to live with my kind. I’ll probably be meeting you in hell.” Bulma laughed harshly at that.

It was true. She would never find peace in the afterlife. Not after her miraculous accomplishments of death and destruction. But then again, everything would be worth it if she could regain what she had lost. Hell in the afterlife was a small price to pay if she didn’t have to live in hell in this life anymore.

“But it’s too late for regrets now.” Bulma smiled sadly at Brolly.

“You’re insane.” Brolly spat at her. Now almost scared of the look in her devious blue eyes.

“Maybe.” Bulma said softly as she shrugged.

Brandishing the sword above her head Bulma plunged the sharp blade into his chest and even when his blood sprayed at her she didn’t close her eyes. She wanted to watch his life leave his eyes. Feeling him jerk beneath her hands she listened as his last breath whispered from his lips, before he was finally claimed by death.

~~~o0o~~~

Bulma had fumbled with the tools as she wired a piece of Brolly’s flesh so she could encapsulate his body. She had cursed and grumbled as finally her nimble figures got the job done.

Now she stood in the reddish water of the lake trying desperately to wash away the blood that stained her hands and body. Using the special blood cleanser she had managed to create it became less difficult to do.

However now that her adrenaline had subsided her body gave way to racked sobs as she cried. Oh she wasn’t crying for Brolly, no of course not. She was crying for her lost innocence and her warped sense of justification. She couldn’t remember when she thought that death would make everything bad she felt go away. It made her feel worse. But she couldn’t quench the voice in her head. The one that had kept her going whenever she hit rock bottom. The one that was so wicked and tortured that she couldn’t help but listen as it commanded her to seek revenge. It literally pleaded with her to hurt and relish in it when she had first tried to refuse it.

Brolly was right, she was sick. Mentally senile. But she didn’t mind. If she didn’t do what she did then the Saiyans would just get away with all that they did.

Bulma took in a deep breath before submerging herself completely into the lake. Her eyes burned at keeping them open underwater but she didn’t care. It hid her tears and made her feel less shameful. As if she was partaking in some sacred cleansing ceremony that purified her being.

Suddenly she was pulled out of the water by her hair and stifling hot air rushed into her lungs making them burn slightly. She had become quite acclimatised to the horrid heat of Vegeta-sei though there were still times when she hated it with a passion. Wishing sometimes that she could feel cold winds or flakes of pure white snow on her skin.

Bulma was released just as harshly as she was pulled out from the water and she turned to glare menacingly at her assailant as she wiped her hands over her face before sliding them over her head to push back her hair from her face.

“Vegeta.” She said in relief.

“What in the blazes were you doing woman?” He growled at her.

She ignored his comment and turned her back on him.

“Do not turn your back on me when I speak to you, you disobedient bitch.” Vegeta roared as a ball of ki was tossed into the lake near her. It expelled in size as it travelled towards the bottom. Not before it made Bulma shriek as she jumped like a fish out of water though. Slashes of pale red liquid spraying her face and body like a small wave.

She wiped her face again before turning around to glare daggers at Vegeta.

“What the hell do you want Vegeta?” She was in no mood to deal with the homicidal Saiyan Prince and she wished she could make him disappear with her mind. However her brain wasn’t that brilliant.

“I asked you a question you vile woman.”

“Gosh, you’re nicer than usual Vegeta.” Bulma mocked as she had never before been insulted in every single remark or question he had posed to her. “What’s eating you?”

“Nothing is eating me woman.” She noticed he sometimes drawled out words when he spoke. Like “eating” just now. He drew out the sounds as if it were a sensual word made to caress the senses. Bulma shook her head wondering where that had come from. ‘Probably been spending too much time with him. I am very observant.’

“I came down to the lake for a swim.” Bulma told him.

“Where is that idiot Kakarot? He’s supposed to be watching you at all times.”

“He trusts me Vegeta. I’m hardly a threat to anyone.” Bulma rolled her eyes at him for effect.

“I’m sure that’s what my father thought as well. Not to mention Cabba.” Vegeta contradicted knowingly.

At his words Bulma immediately stiffened. She turned around to stare at him, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh don’t play games with me woman. Your innocent act only works on that third class clown. You see I did some research on Cabba being off planet. It seems like he’s on a mission somewhere in the West galaxy. With a few other Saiyans”

“So?” Bulma asked indifferently, one blue eyebrow arched.

“Don’t interrupt me woman.” Vegeta warned with a low growl.

“I thought you were done.” Bulma shrugged and was pleased to see his left eye twitch. It was something she had noticed during all the hours of work they put in together. Whenever she annoyed him or became verbally combative with him his frustration would show in his left eye. She actually thought it was quite funny. Until a vein in his left temple began to bulge. That spelt trouble. Bulma decided to remain silent and wait for him to speak not wanting to risk the popping of his vein.

“The problem is woman, no one remembers assigning those idiots on a mission in that quadrant of space. No one but you maybe.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bulma lied skilfully.

“Like hell you don’t. I don’t believe Cabba and the other missing Saiyans ever left this Planet since their last mission.”

“What could that mean then?” Bulma didn’t bother hiding the sarcastic bite in her voice. There was no point. She knew Vegeta already came to his own conclusions on Cabba’s mystical disappearance. She was also positive he was right.

“It means you evil, vindictive creature that you planted that mission report in our systems so no one would know that you killed Cabba.” Vegeta told her as he pointed an accusing finger at her.

She didn’t know why she did what she did but in hindsight seeing the evil glint of murderous proportions in Vegeta’s blazing dark eyes she had only felt the need to flee.

Without making another response she dove into the water and started fluidly stroking through the lake to try and put as much distance between Vegeta and herself as possible.

She hadn’t frequently had the chance to swim but she was glad that she often managed to sweet talk Cabba into taking her to lakes. It was her only form of exercise and she had always been good at it. She swam as fast as she could, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She sensed him before he reached her. She felt the ripples of his own movements in the water beside her and like a shark scenting blood he was definitely closing in on her.

‘Damn him.’ Bulma’s mind cursed as she tried to quicken her strokes. She felt his strong hand clasp at her ankle and pull her deeper into the water. Bulma kicked out as she tried to move out of his grasp. But his hold only tightened on her, his other hand wrapping around her free ankle like tentacles of an octopus. A very angry, dangerous octopus. Vegeta weighed on her body to pull her deeper into the water. He used brute force to pull her almost towards the bed of the lake before he grabbed her arms and straightened her to look at him. Her toes could almost feel the bottom of the lake as they floated across from each other.

Small bubbles rippled from her nose and she knew she was fast losing whatever breath she had been able to capture into her chest before being pulled under.

And then he smirked at her. Looking less than ruffled after swimming as much as she had and still being under water. ‘Bastard Saiyan and his inhuman strength.’

Bulma closed her eyes not wanting to look at his annoying face. After trying to stay strong her composure shook and she opened her eyes to stare at him. He was watching her intently and Bulma stared menacingly at him. Seriously, he didn’t plan on drowning her did he? She lifted an eyebrow at him and he pulled her out of the water.

Bulma gasped as air rushed back into her lungs in burning waves. She gurgled water as she tried to speak. “You ..” sputter. “fucking …” sputter. “bastard!” Bulma cursed and she was rewarded with a dark chuckle.

Chest heaving, she wiped her face and moved her hair away from her eyes and mouth before glaring at Vegeta.

“It was your idea to have me chase you woman. Don’t complain because you couldn’t swim fast enough.” He mocked her looking far too pleased with himself for her liking.

Bulma screeched and she made to slap him. She was furious and she wanted so badly to wipe that arrogant smirk of his face. He easily caught her wrist in his hand though and she couldn’t do anything but be pulled towards him. She noticed then that he didn’t have his gloves on or his armour and shirt. ‘He got rid of all of that and still managed to catch me. Damn he’s fast.’ Bulma thought before feeling her heaving chest brush against his own bare muscular pectorals. Her eyes darted to his.

“That won’t work on me woman.” He told her harshly.

“What?” Bulma felt slightly breathless. Her eyes clouded with confusion.

“Using your feminine wiles to try and outsmart me. I am completely immune to them. In fact I think you’re so hideous I find it truly difficult to understand how any real Saiyan would be turned on by you. Then become so blind that they cannot sense your true motives.” Vegeta insulted.

She felt her vanity waver at his outright insult to her beauty. It wasn’t that she was narcissistic really, but she was a woman after all. A woman who had relied heavily on only her beauty to survive. A beauty that had kept her alive and had then aided her with her revenge. She was not hideous and she couldn’t believe he thought that of her. Did her really think she was ugly? Her body burned in need to prove him wrong. If it was one thing Bulma Briefs could not resist, either the one she used to be or the one she was now, was a bloody challenge.

“Disgusting.” He spat vehemently as he released her wrists and moved a little away from her.

“Is that so?” Bulma questioned as she floated a little closer towards him. She watched his eyes narrow at her.

Bulma reached forward and placed her tiny palms against his chest before caressing her way towards his shoulders. She used his solidity to bring herself closer to him once more. She made sure her chest brushed against his again.

“What are you doing?” He demanded between grit teeth.

“You called me hideous Vegeta. You claimed that you are completely immune to my charms. Prove it.”

Those two words were like a full moon to Vegeta, making his blood boil in his veins as his heart thumped wildly in his chest. The sound thundered in his ears, urging him to give in to his primal instincts. There was no way Vegeta could resist her challenge. He was too proud to ignore a dare, too determined to be the best at everything. Yet he found himself remaining still as he felt her full breasts pushed against his bare chest. Damn her. He should have not taken off his armour and body suit to follow her but he had done so on instinct when he decided he would dive in and give chase.

Bulma trailed her hands down his shoulders and memorised his muscular biceps. His skin was hot even in the water and she felt her mouth dry slightly as his rock hard muscles flexed beneath her palms.

Underneath the water Bulma grabbed his wrist and tugged him. Using the flow of water Bulma guided Vegeta towards a shallower end of the lake. Of course he had the strength to refuse and yet he allowed her to pull him with her. A small victory that made Bulma smile.

As they approached the banks of the lake Bulma stopped and turned around to face Vegeta again. The water swayed against their hips and she smiled sweetly up at him. She noticed traces of scars that lingered on his chest and she felt the sudden urge to reach out and touch them. Her fingers trailed the fine lines that marred his otherwise perfect skin and his eyelids lowered to watch her movements. He wore them proudly and she felt a sudden rush of danger infiltrate her senses. Which was weird since she somehow always found herself in dangerous situations. She pushed out her creamy breasts tantalisingly and she was pleased to see his eyes drift lower to gaze at her naked flesh before he looked right at her again.

“Pathetic.” He muttered but Bulma couldn’t help but be encouraged by the absence of any bite to his words.

Bulma lifted her hands to the thick column of his neck using her almost pruned fingers to massage the stiffness she felt there. He continued to remain stoic though so she wound her hands in the wet mass of black hair that was now drenched and falling thickly down his back.

“I didn’t know your hair was this long.” Bulma realised she didn’t have to fake anything near Vegeta as her voice sounded husky on its own.

“Stupid woman.” He said but it was almost as soft as a gravelly endearment whispered to dance across her bare skin.

“Vegeta.” Bulma moaned involuntarily as she lowered her mouth to his shoulder.

She placed an innocent kiss onto his shoulder before opening her mouth to turn her chaste kiss into a sexy feel of tongue on flesh. She licked the water from his shoulder trailing her tongue upwards towards his neck. He was hot in her mouth and his skin tasted decadently rich. He remained as unaffected as before though and Bulma felt anger blaze inside of her.

She reared her head to look at him and she was frustrated to see him smirk maddeningly at her efforts, seemingly untouched by them.

‘Fine. Let’s play.’ Bulma thought as she furiously pulled his head towards her. He allowed her this and she briefly wondered if it was out of curiosity or because he wanted to kiss her. She pressed her full pouty lips against his firm sensual ones.

She thrust her tongue past his lips and was pleased when he allowed her access into his mouth. She teased his own tongue as she wriggled against him trying to hold onto him and not slip beneath the water they floated in. The blasted man still remained unaffected as before though and Bulma growled. It was like deja vu though. Images of him trying to kiss her in her cell sardonically bombarded her mind.

Bulma growled in frustration and was about to pull back when she felt his strong hand hold her against him. Her eyes popped open and she was surprised to see Vegeta hadn’t closed his eyes.

They were blazing condemnation and ridicule at her. Although when his hands tightened around her small waist she saw it. Something she had seen so often that she almost always expected it to be present near her. Lust.

He moved her towards the edge of the bank never moving his lips away from hers. As she felt her bottom press into the muddy bank she felt Vegeta’s erection press into her inner thighs. She still looked into his eyes as he kissed her. Really kissed her.

It was weird. All thoughts of games and seduction or challenges flew out of her mind. His hot tongue seared her own as it sought to tame her rebellious movements. Vegeta’s taste was indescribable. It was like nothing she had ever tasted before. Yet she felt like it was the most delicious thing in the Universe. His hands trailed her hips and waist ascending to just under her breasts. His rough thumbs circled her sensitive flesh and for the first time in her life Bulma Briefs felt pleasure from a man’s touch.

She pulled back from his kiss. Holding his shoulders while trying to compose herself. She tried to remember that this was Vegeta. The Prince of all Killers. A race she abhorred and wanted dead. This was a man who had robbed her of her freedom. Who had beaten her bloody. And yet here he was kissing her and she enjoyed it.

She waited for the disdain to settle in, to throw up in his face in disgust or even to feel regret and repulsion over his actions. Yet all she felt was a need to have him kiss her again. To have his mouth brand hers as his tongue lavished her own with desire.

Was this the all elusive chemistry that was just sexual, that could never be explained? Was this the fiery explosion of all common sense when two  sexually compatible people where engaging in an experiment of intimacy? Was this what lust felt like?

Bulma’s mind tried to recognise her situation and she tried to understand all her components. She had never felt lust before. She had never been turned on before. Was this what it felt like? It was completely wrong. None of the variables added up. She always thought she could figure out the opposite sex like a complex mathematical equation and yet she never expected to ever feel anything remotely like lust for a Saiyan. It just didn’t add up. She hated him. So how could she want him?

Sensing her inner turmoil Vegeta smirked wickedly at her. “Do not play games you have no understanding off woman.” Vegeta mocked her.

Frowning at this Bulma lifted her head to look at him. He seemed to understand her confusion better than she did. Well of course he had more knowledge than she did. He never had to be a whore. He obviously engaged in sex for the sheer pleasure of it. This was a novel experience for her. Feeling resentment and disgust finally rise inside of her like bile. But it wasn’t aimed at Vegeta, it was directed solely at her and her inexplicable feelings. Bulma looked away from him although they still stood intimately intertwined.

Without replying she pulled his head towards her again. This time he needed no encouragement from her. And although his kiss was harsh and bruising it made her lips tingle and her belly clench in … in something. But she was glad for the harshness of his kiss. It reminded her of who she was and who he was.

She felt his tail snake around her thigh and Bulma immediately flinched. It was now or never.

Thanking the God’s she had had the good sense to keep her garter on her she pulled out a spare syringe. Innocuously, Bulma aimed it at the Saiyan Prince. She stabbed it into his thigh and she felt his eyes widen before he growled furiously at her.

She was grateful she was at the embankment of the lake as the heavy Prince’s dead weight began to drag her down into the water. She struggled to pull him out of the water but she miraculously managed to do so after much effort.

Huffing away Bulma sunk onto her knees and tried to regain her breath. She looked curiously at the unconscious Saiyan Prince. She knew there would be hell to pay when he awoke but she was looking forward to rubbing this in his face. Besides, he would never kill her now. She was still working for him. He needed her. Bulma pulled out the syringe from his thigh and dropped it on his chest like a tormenting signature. She childishly stuck out her tongue at him  before she got up.

Jumping back into the lake Bulma swam away from him towards her clothes.