Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge: An Earthling's Retribution ❯ Chapter 8

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

WARNING: CRUDE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT AND MILD VIOLENCE AHEAD!!!

Chapter Eight

Kakarot drowsily rubbed his eyes open as he lethargically sat up on the couch he had been sleeping on. He looked at the open plan kitchen window and noticed the sun was starting to set in the horizon.

He frowned at that. It had been midday when Bulma and he had had lunch and now the sun was setting. Vegeta-sei had twenty-eight hour days. Had he slept for that long? He remembered feeling extra tired after his unusually large meal – even for himself – when Bulma had insisted he napped while she worked in her room.

Kakarot got to his feet, ready to go to Bulma’s room and check up on her when Cabba’s front door was violently swung open. The wood jumped from its top hinges leaving the door askew. He immediately crouched into a fighting stance; relaxing when he noticed it was only Vegeta.

“Prince Vegeta.” Kakarot greeted with his normal bow after straightening up. However he gained no response from Vegeta which made Kakarot look properly at his Prince.

Vegeta’s eyes were blood shot and his face was burning a bright shade of red. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides and his tail bristled around his waist. He was furious and Kakarot almost expected to see steam billowing from Vegeta’s ears.

“Where is she?” Vegeta demanded menacingly without even looking at Kakarot, his eyes sweeping the modest house he was in. Vegeta tapped his scouter a few times before he walked stiffly towards Bulma’s bedroom door. “Stay out of this.” He warned Kakarot as he pushed open Bulma’s door before slamming it closed again.

Vegeta removed his advanced scouter, which Bulma had loaded with valuable information for him, and tucked it away safely inside his armour. His eyes searched her tiny room, wondering where the hell she was. His scouter easily picked up on her presence in her room and yet he couldn’t see her.

“Woman.” Vegeta barked viciously as he lifted the blankets from her cot to see if she was hiding underneath it. Her room was sparsely furnished and he didn’t know where else she could be hiding. His frustrations heightened as his eyes narrowed in his search for her. Vegeta ran his hand through his hair letting out an angry growl. After her little stunt at the lake he had been furious on awakening to find that damn syringe lying mockingly on him.

By then his fury had only managed to simmer dangerously while he came over here. Technological advancements be damned, he was finally going to murder her. And he was going to enjoy every single moment of it. How dare she attack him in such a demeaning and cunning way and then leave him there like some dead corpse? His mind tried to reason that at least she hadn’t killed him but instead of calming him those thoughts put him in a deeper rage. How had he been so blind to leave himself open to her in the first place?

He had sworn immunity to her feminine wiles, yet when he had kissed her he had been so focused on fucking her that she had bested him. He had thought her completely naked, unseeing of the sedative loaded syringe she held in that blasted leather strap of hers. He had been so focused on wondering what her full breasts would feel like in his hands and not rubbing tauntingly against his chest that he had allowed her to inject him. Fucking inject him. Not a punch or a kick or even a slap or scratches. Another growl at this mental admission erupted from his throat. Oh he was going to kill her.  

In his frustration he swiped a hand furiously across her table causing everything on it to scatter across the room haphazardly. He then screamed in rage as he turned over the large steel table causing it to fly across the room and thump into a wall with a satisfying crash. He heard a squeak and his hands stopped in mid-air from firing ki blasts to draw her out of hiding.

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed as he tried to find the source of the noise. He stared at the opposite wall he was facing and then walked towards it. Slowly.

“I know you’re in here woman.” Besides his scouter he could literally smell her. That flowery scent that he knew so well. A light scent that was uniquely hers. And it wasn’t because he was in her room it was because it was emanating from her. After all the time he had spent in her company he could tell the difference.

He had never worked in close proximity to an attractive female without fucking her before and he found the concept rather strange. However he did not want to complicate matters. He also saw the way Bulma used her charm and exotic good looks to get her way. Even when his Saiyans didn’t realise it. Bardock, Kakarot and any other buffoon she wanted something from. Besides Zorn of course. And so Vegeta took pride in not being susceptible to her innocent face and enticing body that was made to be fucked.

Yes, if ever he came across a woman that begged to be fucked in every way imaginable it was that cold, calculating bitch. She possessed a novelty he found intriguing. She wasn’t like the Saiyan females he normally indulged in. There wasn’t a single muscle in her dainty frame. She was all soft flesh and thick curves dressed in the silkiest skin he had ever felt before. And seeing her naked made him realise that in clothes her natural splendour was never done justice.

At first he had thought that it was the novelty of never having bedded an alien female before. So then he had went in search of the most pleasurable woman the Universe had to offer, after great success in purging missions of Frieza’s territory. Only to be left feeling warily unsatisfied. Disdain roared to life inside of him instantly dousing his throbbing erection that images of the blue haired bitch had brought on.

Vegeta lifted a hand to touch the stone wall, running his flat palms against the hard surface as if searching for a hidden passageway. He frowned when he found nothing there. Did she manage to make herself invisible somehow? Or did she encapsulate herself in one of those freakish capsules of hers? But she had told him it was impossible to encapsulate a live being inside.

“I don’t know why you’re so angry at me. You were the one who instigated the challenge and now you’re upset because I’ve won.”

Vegeta’s head whipped around again at her voice. She huffed at him but he could tell her voice held traces of fear in it when she spoke. If not she wouldn’t be hiding herself from him. But where was she?

Vegeta forced himself to speak calmly so he could lull her into a false sense of security. “I didn’t initiate anything woman. You forced yourself on me.” Unable to remove the bitterness he felt from his words while he bent down to carefully examine the perfectly normal looking wall.

“You didn’t mind reciprocating though.” He heard the affront in her voice and smirked slightly at this. Some of his anger abating a little. She was exceedingly easy to rile up.

Vegeta snorted. “After you flung yourself at me three times I didn’t want to leave you disappointed.” He drawled out as he stood up again. He stared at the wall as if he expected her to appear from the stone itself.

Silence.

Then … “You didn’t.” It was more a small whisper than an outright confirmation but he felt his chest swell arrogantly at her words.

“So why did you attack me then?” Curiosity demanded Vegeta ask her.

“The battle was still on. I merely saw a chance for victory and took it.”

At this Vegeta smirked and more of his anger subsided. He was in no doubt that if she had the strength to match her mind she would have made a brilliant warrior.  Muscle tone be damned. Her tactics were flawless. Her mind was sharp and keen and she never lost sight of her goals. Something tiny, akin to appreciation for her brilliance and spirit, sprouted inside of him.

“Fair enough.” Vegeta grunted in approval. “Now come out so we may speak.” He lied.

Vegeta wasn’t going to speak. He was going to rip her clothes away from her delectable little body and chain her to his beds so he would never be denied her flesh again. Then he would taste every inch of her fair skin.  He was going to fuck her until she couldn’t use that brilliant mind of hers anymore. Her brain was going to pour through her ears and her voice would catch on his name until she couldn’t speak anymore. Oh and how she enjoyed saying his name. The first woman to ever use his name without title or pomp. She called to him in a way of intimate recognition that irked him as much as it aroused him. Then he was going to watch, in unrelenting pleasure, while she burned into nothing but smoke and ash from his ki and not his mouth. Something more deafening than her enraged shrieking broke through Vegeta’s sadistic thoughts.

Silence.

Then with a slight buzzing sound that possibly only his Saiyan hearing could pick up he watched as Bulma suddenly appeared before him. She seemed to have sprouted from the ground like a plant in sand. His eyes widened at this mind boggling trick.

“Shrinking device.” She whispered huskily, lifting her wrist towards her chest so her watch became visible, answering his silent question.

Immediately the anger that had started to abate roared to life dangerously inside of him, as it eventually boiled over the edge of his control at the sight of her. He couldn’t tell what triggered his fury to come back full force as he made to pounce on her.

It took Bulma a split second to realise that Vegeta hadn’t curbed his anger for her when she immediately saw that perilous glint in his dark eyes. The one that promised punishment for her sins. From pure instinct, as her heart beat accelerated frantically, she pressed at her wrist watch again. This time a blue shield jumped out protectively around her.

Vegeta though, had not expected this and collided head on with the energy shield. With his own ki sparking furiously around him a violent clash of two powers meshed together in one ball of dancing light. Bulma watched in horrid fascination as Vegeta was electrocuted by her shield. His own ki holding him hostage, as it mated with her shield, trying to become one.

She watched as his pupils rolled to the back of his head the veins in the white of his eyes a striking red that Bulma thought they were going to burst bloodily.  Vegeta jerked violently from the onslaught of the waves, his head now thrown back and his back arched from the whirlwind he was caught up in. Before she could react she watched as his clothes began to burn away from the heat of the shock waves, since he hadn’t put on his armour, and his skin began to bubble as it was seared.

Bulma gasped at this, the burns reminding her of her own earlier that day and she grabbed at her watch. Without hesitation she made to deactivate her shield. It didn’t work though; the magnitude of power being released was too intense for Bulma’s watch to control.

She shrieked in horror at this as she tore her watch of her wrist to shake and poke at it in her hands, pleading loudly for it to work. She didn’t want to kill Vegeta. Besides the fact that if she did Zorn with make her pay in pounds of flesh, he was still of use to her while he was in a seat of power. Also she didn’t hate him. She didn’t like him but she didn’t hate him either. Hate was an emotion that was only festered by those who had wronged her in the vilest ways imaginable. Aside from his harsh beating when he had learned that she had killed his father he had not laid a hand on her again. He had never done anything to harm her since then.

Vegeta suddenly flew away from her and the holding power of the shield as his power was reduced and Bulma’s wrist watch short circuited in tiny blue sparks. Bulma dropped the watch after having her fingers burned and ran towards him while she pulled out the voice enhancing patch from her throat and threw it unceremoniously onto the floor. She no longer needed it since she was now her proper size again.

Later she would scrutinise her reactions and realise that she had not seen him as a despicable Saiyan but as a person who had needed help.

“Vegeta!” Bulma cried as she ran to him dropping on her knees at his side. She cradled his head in her hands and held him in her lap. She placed her fingers on the side of his neck trying to find a pulse. When she found a steady beat she sighed in relief.

“You’re going to be fine Vegeta.” Bulma spoke as she placed his head gently onto the floor again . She then ran over to her table opening a draw from the toppled desk. Cursing and thinking out aloud all the while.

Finally she crowed in triumph as she found what she had been searching for. Opening up a green capsule she took the large jar it released and proceeded to turn the metal lid around it.

“It’s ok Vegeta. You’re going to be ok. You’ve probably just had the wind knocked out from you. I doubt a little electrocution could hinder a being as strong as you.” Bulma rambled on nervously as she stuck her fingers into the cool green gel she had brought to him inadvertently healing her own burned fingertips in the process. She didn’t know why she was rambling so nervously but she felt choked up at seeing Vegeta hurt by her own actions.

Vegeta heard her clearly and truth be told he was holding himself back from taking in a large intake of air. He had felt suffocated while being electrocuted, the air sucked from his chest as he was violently jerked like a rag doll, every nerve in his body tingling in a most painful way. For a moment he thought he was going to be incinerated by that ghastly force when he had had the good sense to lower his ki. But then it had stopped as suddenly as it had started and he had been thrown against the hard stone wall of her room. Was there no end to his humiliation at her hand today?

But when he had heard her call his name, something close to concern wavering in her tones, he wanted to pretend and observe her reactions. Instead of getting up and brutally murdering her. She was such a contradicting female, so intriguing, so undoubtedly an enigma!

He felt her fingers gently rub a cool gel on his raw skin that had been burned and had to resist the urge to sigh in relief. Instantly he felt his heated skin repair itself as the burning subsided. He heard a soft chuckle escape her mouth, her breath fanning against his almost naked chest from her proximity. This time he couldn’t repress the shudder that ran through his body. She seemed not to notice though as she was solely focused on her task at hand.

“I nicked some healing liquids from the regen tanks. I couldn’t resist, really. Science has always been my Achilles heel. A weakness you know.” He assumed she was explaining this heel concept to him as he could literally hear the frown in her voice. “So I managed to create a healing gel, with a little poking and prodding of course, which could work without the stimulation of a tank. It can immediately heal cuts and burns but nothing much more. It can’t repair broken bones but I’ll get there. This can even heal mortal wounds, with extensive application it can stitch cuts up. Slowly but surely.”

He listened raptly to her and thought of the wonders this advanced healing gel could do while away on missions when a regen take was unavailable. He mentally noted to ask her for it later so it could be reproduced in large quantities.

He listened to her soft tones that made her loud voice sound unusually husky and sweet. She cooed to him as if distracting them both but her concern filled voice held something like reassurance in it. “All done.” She said, satisfied with her handiwork and he heard her voice waver with uncertainty when he didn’t respond to her.

Bulma stared at Vegeta as he lay eagle spread on her floor. His ever present scowl knitting his eyebrows together in a deep V. Feeling the overwhelming need to reassure herself that he was there and alive she reached out and hesitantly touched his forehead. She watched as his scowl disappeared, the tension she felt waned as she ran her hands along his sharp cheek bones and strong jaw. He looked handsome like that she realised. Deceptively so.

His rugged good looks transforming into angles and planes of masculine beauty. ‘Did I just call Vegeta beautiful?’ Bulma mused as she left her hand to lay against his neck a wry smile curving her full lips.

There was a shriek of surprise before she was lying flat on her back, caged in Vegeta’s embrace. Bulma’s eyes widened slightly before they narrowed at him hovering triumphantly over her.

“Thinking of ways to kill me woman?” He whispered into her face as he held her wrists firmly above her head.

“Hardly.” Bulma scoffed, trying to seem unaffected by his close proximity or the smouldering look he was awarding her with. A small smirk graced his sensual lips at her words and Bulma’s eyes were drawn to the movement. “Vegeta?”

His eyes seemed to be focused on her own, slightly open, mouth as his name left the pink swell of her lips.

His silence was enough encouragement to speak she would ever receive and so Bulma asked. “What does lust feel like?”

She looked up in time to see his eyes snap up to hers. Searching? Confused or maybe curious? Bulma couldn’t really tell. Then his smirk transformed into a full blown smile. The first she had ever seen from him. His pearly white teeth sharp and neatly rowed, contrasted against his bronze skin. It was utterly, fucking gorgeous and she gulped in fear of her reaction to a tooth-full smile.

“Ah, so the woman who uses all that femininity like a second skin has never experienced lust before. Intriguing.” He mocked her.

“Well considering my only experience has ever been based on forceful brutes who possibly can’t find a willing woman anywhere how would I have ever had the opportunity to feel lust before.” Bulma sputtered in one breath.

Vegeta had researched Bulma thoroughly of course and he knew that she was being honest with him. She had been but only sixteen years old when her home world had been seized so it was highly possible she had not been introduced to vices like sex. His mind pictured a younger Bulma, possibly proud and haughty like himself, considering her wealth and status on her Planet, trying to satiate her natural curiosity with some fumbling Earthling. He had not been able to discern much about her life before coming to Vegeta-sei and he was suddenly curious as to what exactly that entailed. Not that he cared of course, he just wanted to be armed with as much information as possible when it came to this devious slip of a woman.

“You mean to tell me you have never fucked someone on that backwater Planet of yours?”

Bulma bit her lip at his crude, yet bluntly honest, question. How to answer that? As a normal teenager she had craved to experiment with alcohol and smoking, parties and boyfriends but she had never been offered the chance to do so. Ironic considering so many of her peers ducked and dived to go gallivanting while her loving, if not slightly unconventional and eccentric, parents had always trusted her enough to give her free reign over her life. They strongly believed in learning from your own mistakes. And yet no one, not one person had considered her a friend enough to invite her to any gatherings.

She was too pretty to be associated with the nerds, too intelligent to be popular and she had always wished she had lacked something. She wanted to lose her brainy ways so she could fit in but it had always been difficult to control her tongue in the presence of airheads. Correcting them without giving it a second thought. And her smart mouth had always gotten her into trouble. How could she tell him that she decided to go in search of a boyfriend one faithful summer when his people had attacked Earth.

Vegeta ignored the distracting way Bulma played with her bottom lip while she thought about his question because he did not want to miss the play of emotions that swam in her eyes. With her cold demeanour and perfect composure it was her eyes that he found he could always read. He saw her hurt and loneliness and watched as she fought the urge to tell him. He felt that strange look inside of her like it had been mirrored from his own eyes. He understood that weary look. That long forgotten need for being right at the top but not being satisfied with yourself. Always pushing yourself to please someone who would never appreciate your efforts. Yet still the need to be the best and still please eventually bubbled into ugly hatred and disassociation with others.

“No.” Bulma decided to simply tell him steering the conversation back into places she wanted it to go to. “So, what is lust?”

“It’s like an itch you just have to scratch.” He drawled out intuitively, deciding that he was better off not listening to her pathetic emotional dribble anyway. His voice was sinfully tempting as he knew she was asking because of the effect he had on her.

“What if the scratching makes your wounds bleed?” His smirk vanished at that.

He was in no doubt as to what she was referring to. She hated his kind and therefore she was struggling with wanting him. A sudden wave of repulsion rocked him as he wondered why he felt the same sense of lust for her. After all, she was the woman who had murdered his father in cold blood. But then it stilled inside of him before it was crushed by the heavy hand of desire as she called his name in that intimate sexy way only she knew how. Realising he had been silently contemplating her words for a while he answered both her and himself.

“Lust does not come with emotion. It is a fire that will burn you whether you give in to it or not. It doesn’t have hearts and flowers and can go as easily at it comes between whoever it chooses.” He told her staunchly.

He made it sound so indecent yet tempting, like Lust was a Greek Goddess who you could not escape once she cast her spell upon you. Not sure if she wasn’t already burning in those fires of lust he raged inside of her. Bulma blinked to reign in her wayward thoughts before she frowned at his words. Not knowing if she was fine with willingly having sex without any kind of emotion. Ever since her mom had discussed the “birds and the bees” with her it had been drilled into her skull that sex was not something that was just physical. It was emotional. It wasn’t just sex, it was love making, stemming from deep emotional attachments.

Bulma frowned more at this. Obviously Vegeta believed otherwise and Bulma delved deeper into his words. Numerous men took pleasure in raping her. They didn’t mind that they didn’t know her or she didn’t enjoy what they were doing to her. It wasn’t an alien thing, rape was well known back on Earth too. So was it a male/female thing? But then she thought about some of the other women at Nion’s House. The ones who had enjoyed the sex with customers. Proudly talking about and comparing their jaunts.

Vegeta didn’t like the way the wheels in Bulma’s mind was turning. She was wild and dangerous and yet she was almost naïve and innocent in other aspects. He knew she had been taken away from her home world at sixteen but he could never picture her looking this lost or vulnerable before. It was disarming.

“What is it then Vegeta?” She asked. Her voice in that moment sounding instantly trusting.

“It’s pleasure and orgasms. Not something you dissect and analyse. Lust is something you feel. It’s real.” He made it sound so simple and yet Bulma knew nothing was ever that. However her pulse raced wildly at his voice and blazing black eyes.

Real. Did she know anything that was real in this world anymore? She wanted to see something that wasn’t spun from lies and presented with hidden agendas. However, did she trust Vegeta enough to show her that?

“Show me.” She didn’t command, she didn’t ask. She pleaded.

He needed no further encouragement as his head lowered to hers with an accepting growl. His lips touched hers and Bulma immediately parted her lips to the delightful feeling of his own. She arched eagerly into him as his tongue met hers. They fought with each other, battling for domination before Vegeta grinded his powerful hips into her own, his erection meeting the apex of her parted thighs, in no doubt telling her he was in control. Instantly Bulma lost the battle they fought and she moaned as she revelled in the sheer pleasure of it. Surprisingly, not feeling powerless at her freedom and choice abandoning her.

Vegeta lowered one capturing hand down her arm and she shivered at the feel of his rough palms gliding against her soft skin. His hand found its way to her full breast and she arched, exhilarated, as he squeezed the plump flesh as her nipples responded to his touch by pebbling erroneously. He lowered his hands still, travelling down her flat abdomen before it found the place where she tingled in anticipation for him without even realising it. Bulma moaned loudly as his strong fingers touched her there and she jerked as if he had electrocuted her.  

Outside the room Kakarot couldn’t take it any longer. He had heard furniture being toppled over, crashes and bangs. He had heard silence before hearing Bulma shriek and Vegeta roar as his power level soared to unheard of heights. Then he had heard quietness. Then rattling and rummaging and then silence again.

Needless to say his nerves were strung high. Yet he did not want to disobey a direct order from his Prince and seem insubordinate. And in all the time he paced outside Bulma’s room he worried for her safety. He felt like he had been transported back fifteen years into the past. Agitated as he heard his mother being attacked.

But he calmed himself, by the fact that he hadn’t heard Bulma scream. That was until he did.

She moaned and groaned and Kakarot wondered what the hell was going on behind that closed door. He couldn’t take it anymore as after her scream he heard her whimper desperately. Imagining a defenceless Bulma lying lifeless on the floor did it.

Without another thought Kakarot burst through the door of Bulma’s room. Immediately he felt like he had indeed been teleported to the past.

The sight of Bulma pinned beneath Vegeta, her head lolling from side to side darkened his mood. He didn’t see Bulma or Vegeta, he saw his mother being raped. With a loud shout his ki spiked and he charged at Vegeta like a raging bull seeing red.

Bulma shrieked as Vegeta was taken away from her and she shot up from the floor. She immediately pulled down her dress from her waist and got up on her feet. She looked up just in time to see a large crack in her stone wall. A massive crater making her eyes widen in shock and then realisation. She looked to see a crumpled Vegeta rise to his feet while a hand supported his side. He wiped a hand against his mouth before spitting out blood. His eyes were murderous as he looked up at Kakarot.

Kakarot’s eyes also possessed the same deadly glint that Vegeta’s did Bulma noticed. She had never seen him look so intimidating before and Bulma instinctively shivered. “Kakarot.” She whispered but he didn’t even look at her. His eyes were focused solely on Vegeta.

“You dare attack your Prince?” Vegeta demanded.

All Kakarot responded with was a threatening growl and Vegeta frowned. This time when Kakarot attacked he was not caught sorely off guard, distracted by his fingers imbedded inside of Bulma. Vegeta stepped aside quickly as Kakarot swung fully at him. The agile Prince then rammed his elbow into Kakarot’s spine making the younger Saiyan arch in pain like a strung bow before he dropped to his knees temporarily paralysed.

Vegeta heard Bulma shriek loudly as she made to run towards Kakarot. But she was stopped by a commanding palm from Vegeta as if he had magical powers that held her at bay. Instead it was the lethal look in his eyes that halted Bulma in mid stride. She couldn’t understand it but there was a fierceness that replaced his early desire for her and Bulma couldn’t help but stand rooted to the spot frozen.

She then turned her gaze towards Kakarot. The only person she really cared about in this Universe and she felt like sobbing. She had never seen him so … so animalistic before and it scared her. She had never been on the receiving end of anything but gentleness from him and with the way he resembled a human – sans his tail of course – Bulma had always pictured him as one of her own. Now those false comforts were harshly stripped away from her and she felt the need to weep for him and herself.

Vegeta bent towards Kakarot, grabbing a fistful of his untamed hair and lifting his head back so painfully he felt the sensations skitter across his spine and swirl around his back. Vegeta looked threateningly into Kakarot’s eyes.

“You are required on my personal training grounds in fifteen minutes. Do not be late.” Vegeta ordered, releasing Kakarot with a disgusted snort before he regally walked from Bulma’s room. He flexed his jaw and felt the throb of Kakarot’s blow that would undoubtedly begin to swell soon. Vegeta clenched his fists tightly, his mind reeling with all kinds of blows he would deal Kakarot once they battled.

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It hadn’t taken long for Vegeta’s painful blow and his dangerous words to snap Kakarot out from his lost reverie into his painful past. Now he stood in apprehension, shifting his weight from one foot to another, while he waited impatiently for his Prince.

He didn’t know what had overcome him but he knew he would pay dearly for attacking Vegeta. No one struck the Prince, if not in battle, and lived to tell about it. Kakarot gulped at this. Vegeta was menacing and intimidating. That was what struck the fear of the Gods into Kakarot and everyone else. Add those two characteristics to a very strong fighter who possessed a ruthless mind and anyone who squared off against the Prince was in trouble.

Kakarot was scared for his life though. The Prince had a strange sense of honour that every other Saiyan was bound to as well. And Vegeta did not take lightly to having his laws broken. After Bulma had held him in her arms, cradling him close to her, he had wanted nothing more than to bury himself further into her embrace and forget about his pain and Vegeta. Yet when the pain had subsided he had felt ashamed of himself.

His brother, his father and Vegeta would have been incensed at his behaviour and immediately declared him unfit to be a warrior before he even had the chance to be allowed into the Saiyan Army let alone gain ranking. He had then extricated himself from her embrace and stood above her awkwardly.

She remained seated on the floor though and when she had looked up at him with those big, blue, blue eyes he had sunk down to his knees again. ‘What was it about this woman that drew out such protective instincts from him?’ He wasn’t very familiar to these senses. He knew obligation well but he didn’t know these unfamiliar feelings of dependence and protectiveness that she swelled up inside of him. Not even Chi Chi had managed to stir such strong emotions inside of him. He wondered if it was because he had been young and inexperienced at the time or if it was because he had never had much time with her for his feelings to grow after they had slept together.

Although Chi Chi had been taken from Earth when she was much younger she had never had to go through what Bulma had lived through. She had lived infinitely better. Chi Chi was strong and trained and could take care of herself whereas Bulma was weak and fragile and lacked any physical strength. Chi Chi was bashful and demure and Bulma was outspoken and intense. His comparisons conjured up a mental image of Chi Chi, with her pitch black tresses and pretty dark eyes, yet he found even her sweet face lacked when compared to Bulma’s radiant blue beauty. He sighed, banishing his thoughts from his mind before he pulled Bulma into his strong embrace and held her possessively before he pulled away from her. He held her beautiful face in his hands and she lowered her eyes.

He couldn’t tell if it was because of shame from what he had seen her so intimately engaging in with Vegeta but he instantly stiffened. He had never felt attracted to Bulma before but somewhere along the line he had become attached to her. Fond of her. Maybe even cared for her. And he couldn’t quite explain why seeing her with Vegeta had affected him so. He had never felt such overwhelming hatred that it took him to relive his past in a mental vortex before. He had then left her to follow Vegeta’s orders unsure of what to say to her. How could he explain something he didn’t even understand?

As if his thoughts about him had conjured up the Prince, Vegeta descended before him. The evening air suddenly felt thicker and Kakarot tried to remember to breathe.

“If you had wanted to spar Kakarot, you could have just asked.” Vegeta spoke calmly, although every word was a promise onto what he was going to do to Kakarot.

“Forgive me Prince Vegeta, that was not my intention. I was just worried about Bulma …”

At the sound of Bulma’s name Vegeta growled menacingly, causing Kakarot’s words to die a slow and painful death on his lips. Vegeta was beyond frustrated. After almost six months of having to control his overactive libido – which had never been a problem before – he had almost been at a point of satiating it when this bumbling baboon had entered. In hindsight he should have dismissed Kakarot but Vegeta was willing to ignore hindsight and place all the blame onto Kakarot.

He was looking forward to beating Kakarot to within an inch of his life. Now, seeing his annoying face right before his he felt his earlier anger at being assaulted by a third class clown return tenfold. The fact that he could smell Bulma’s scent wafting from Kakarot only ceased to fuel the burning flame of his anger.

“Worried? For a common whore?” Vegeta spat. “I did not order you to worry for her Kakarot. You disobeyed a direct order from me and then had the audacity to strike me. I think a lesson on learning your place needs to be thought to you.”

Something sparked inside of Kakarot. Something bright and precarious that flickered to life inside of him from hearing Vegeta address Bulma as a whore. Is that what he had thought of her when he had been touching her so intimately? Nothing more than a whore to play with. Bulma may have been a whore at one time but Kakarot demanded that she be given more respect than that. She deserved it! Especially considering everything she was doing for Vegeta. He may not understand or have full disclosure about their deal but Kakarot had seen the advancements she was making to help the throne progress and aid the spying King in his work against Frieza.

“May I fight back?” Vegeta lifted an eyebrow at the steely tone that lilted Kakarot’s normally softer voice and he wondered what had wrought on the sudden change.

Vegeta considered Kakarot’s request carefully. He wanted to beat the shit out of Kakarot but the younger Saiyan’s power level was measly to say the least and Vegeta wanted to drag his punishment out for as long as he could. So he decided if he worked himself up a little he could make Kakarot’s beating much more severe as he was always more aggressive when immersed in a real battle.

Vegeta smirked wickedly. “Yes, you may.”

With a crack of ki like striking lightning they squared off. Vegeta had the upper hand of course and he was feeling rather smug at this point. He had been taunting Kakarot non-stop for the past fifteen minutes as he wore Kakarot down even though it was nothing more than a warm up for him.

Another fifteen minutes flew by in a flurry of punches and kicks and Vegeta’s smirk was slowly disappearing as every time he hit Kakarot harder the other Saiyan still got up. He also seemed to be learning as he went along and Vegeta realised that he could not make the same move against Kakarot twice or the Prince would find himself vulnerable to attack. Vegeta had learned that the hard way when the older Saiyan had thrown a small ki ball at Kakarot before using the other Saiyan’s concentration on blocking the attack to phase out of sight and appear behind him. Just as he was about to deliver a crushing blow to Kakarot’s back, for the third time that evening, the taller Saiyan had rammed an elbow into the Prince before turning around quickly and sending his other fist crashing into Vegeta’s face.

Vegeta was ashamed to admit that he was almost as bloody and bruised as Kakarot was as he soared into the sky from one of Kakarot’s blows. Vegeta stopped his momentum from Kakarot’s punch and roared in mid-air. His electric blue ki sparking of him as if he were a live wire itself. Vegeta screamed “enough”, not knowing if he was speaking to Kakarot or himself for having a third class keep up with him and still be able to land a few good blows in.

Vegeta’s pride stung just as much as his injuries did, if not more. He saw a look of steely determination flare in Kakarot’s eyes before the younger Saiyan leapt off the ground to meet him in mid-air. Charging full force at him. Kakarot’s own ki flickering a bright red as he made to attack.

He swung his right fist and Vegeta caught it with his left hand as he concentrated on premeditating Kakarot’s moves. Kakarot swung his left fist and Vegeta caught that with his right hand. The Prince squeezed Kakarot’s knuckles painfully, making sure to break a few fingers before he lifted his knee and stuck it into the other Saiyan’s stomach.

Kakarot coughed as he doubled over in pain. Vegeta let go off Kakarot’s fists and watched in satisfaction as he dropped to the ground hard, not able to control his ki to slow his fall. A large crater appeared beneath him and Vegeta would have been pissed off at his own shallow breathing if he didn’t know that he now had the upper hand in this battle.

Powering up he speared towards Kakarot with alarming intensity, using the last vestiges of his strength, and with one fist outstretched he punched Kakarot fully in the gut. Kakarot spat blood as he wheezed painfully, clutching at his side. A dark chuckle, though wary and interrupted with slight racking coughs, sounded from Vegeta.

Kakarot was knocked out cold and Vegeta sunk to his knees with no one to bear witness to how close he had been to defeat. He pushed the thought away though as he realised that he hadn’t been at his peak, riled up and frustrated with circumstances to keep a clear mind. Then Kakarot had surprised him with a natural knack for battle and had gotten in a few lucky hits earlier on. That had slightly hindered the Prince’s less than perfect fighting skills. Something he would never do again would be to underestimate Kakarot. But he was curious to the other’s power. There was something almost palpable about Kakarot’s ki that seemed to strain out to Vegeta’s senses and he didn’t know if he felt apprehension or curiosity at that.

One thing was for sure though; this was not the only battle these two would have. He would fight Kakarot again. And when Vegeta harnessed that power lurking inside of Kakarot, and tamed his rebellious, wilder side, maybe the fool would be ready to prove himself.

With nothing but pride the bruised and battered Prince pushed a hand onto the ground to pick himself up, hobbling back to the Palace. Kakarot had broken fingers, broken ribs and was severely more bruised than him but Vegeta could feel his muscles protesting in complain over his battle. He needed a stint in the regen tanks.

There he would send help for Kakarot.

Author’s Note: Ooo guys, I have to admit I kinder struggled a little with this chapter, so my apologies if it wasn’t all that good. Maybe because it really wasn’t in my original plot. I actually have this entire story already plotted out, however with the way the last chapter ended, I just couldn’t resist writing this when the idea came to me. Also a lot of you were curious to see Vegeta’s reaction when he woke up. A good title for this chapter would undoubtedly be, Vegeta Vs Bulma; Vegeta Vs Kakarot.

So a little mention of Chi Chi (wink wink) and also we have the lust factor between Bulma and Vegeta in place (grinning) but it’s really a far cry for what’s to come for them, especially with Kakarot in the mix.

We’ve actually kinder reached the crux of this story – with the main characters in place and the scene set – so everything is kinder going to fall apart next chapter. Lol, not come together it seems, but I’m not one for traditions. But I’m really excited about writing the next few chapters. It’s going to be dramatic and sad … I hope that I can convey those feelings in words though.

So next up, Frieza strikes. Yepppy! And chaos ensues.

Happy Reading guys!!!

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