Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Seal of Aravas ❯ The Bargain Sealed? ( Chapter 3 )

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Seal of Aravas

By DBZ Vegeta

Chapter 3 - The Bargain Sealed?

The night never seemed to be so long before. Bulma has spent quite a lot if it pacing up and down the floor in front of her fireplace thinking. What am I going to do about this attraction to Vegeta? I mean I have only known him less than a day and I cannot seem to get him out of my head, she thought stopping by one of the winged arm chairs in front of the fireplace. Flopping down into the chair, she put her chin on her fist and stared unseeingly into the empty fireplace. I cannot get all worked up over this. What if he doesn't agree to the contract? What if he does?, she just couldn't think about this anymore. Leaning her head back in the chair, she shut her eyes. I'll just rest my eyes for a moment, and then I'll get up and go to bed. That was the last thought in her mind before falling fast asleep, sitting up.

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Vegeta stood on the balcony looking out into the night. What he really wanted to do was to fly away from here as fast as he could and never look back, but these damn cuffs where preventing him from even levitating a few inches of the ground. Damn woman, I can't even leave here when I want to. It seems I am trapped here. He had attempted to leave the room earlier after Bulma had fled upstairs, only to be stopped by the guards protecting her apartments.

He had read through the contract she had left by his plate. It had taken all of his willpower not to tear it up into a million pieces. The damn thing was ludicrous. It spouted a bunch of legal terms that had his mind racing just trying to decipher the meaning behind each phrase. It didn't even outline the tasks that he had to complete, just stated that the tasks would be detailed as the time for the event came to pass, or something like that. He was tempted just to tell her to stick the contract where the sun doesn't shine and get the hell out of here.

Well, I'll just have to see what she says in the morning, won't I. I will not let that pretty face deter me from getting out of here. Ugh, where did that come from?, thought Vegeta, thinking that he must be loosing his mind to think that woman was pretty. Turning away from the railing, he strode across the chamber to the staircase and down the hall to his room. Striping off the ridiculous clothing he had been forced to wear that evening, he slid naked in between the sheets of his bed, and lay back on the pillows, his arms crossed beneath his head. He really needed to get some sleep if he was going to deal with that woman in the morning. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep, haunted by the alarmed blue eyes that had been trapped by his earlier that evening.

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"My lady? My lady, wake up please" came the insistent voice into Bulma's sleep-deprived mind.

"Huh," came the sleepy reply.

"My lady, it is almost lunchtime, you really need to get up out of this chair." came the insistent voice again.

"What!" Bulma said, bolting upright, now completely awake at the comment. "Lunchtime? But, but why didn't you wake me up earlier this morning." she said in a completely disgruntled voice. She stood up, feeling stiff and sore all over from sleeping in the chair all night. Well, not all night

"When I came in earlier you just looked so peaceful that I didn't have the heart to wake. I know how hard you have been working lately. So I decided to let you sleep in this morning." Chi Chi said contritely. "I hope that was all right, my lady."

"Oh, I am not mad at you, but what about Vegeta. He was expecting me this morning so that he could give me his answer about the contract." Bulma said as she crossed to room to the closet to retrieve her training clothing, which consisted of dark blue spandex shorts that reached below her knee and a white and blue mid-length top, which had the neck cut out of it. Striding towards the bathroom she called out to Chi Chi who had followed her into the bath. "Well, what has the Prince of Saiyans been doing with himself, since I didn't show up this morning?" she said sarcastically as she slipped out of her nightshirt and stepped into the shower, washing quickly.

"He ate just about everything in the kitchen. Mr. Beck has had to place another order in from the store just to feed that bottomless pit. I gave him some new training clothing that he demanded to be provided and then I had him escorted out to the gardens so that he wouldn't break anything else in the main hall." Chi Chi said with an annoyed look on her face.

"Oh ho, I know that look, what did he do?" Bulma said as she stepped out of the shower wrapping a large cream towel around her wet body.

"My lady, I wouldn't want to talk bad about the guests…"

"That has never stopped you before Chi Chi; you know that you can say anything you want. We have been friends since we both we little." Bulma said as she finished drying off and started putting on her training clothes.

"He is just so egotistical. I mean he ordered everyone around this morning as if he was the king of the world and we where all his servants, expected to bow and scrap to his every whim. And then to top it all off, this is why I sent him outside, he went a broke that lovely Ming Vase that has been in the family for almost six generations and…" Chi Chi's agitation was noticeable, as she paced up and down the bathroom floor.

"It's alright Chi Chi, I understand. Don't worry about the vase; I will deal with Mr. High and Mighty in a little while. Now," Bulma interrupted, now fully dressed and getting very hungry, "shall we go downstairs and deal with my stomach and then I can deal with Vegeta and the contract." She said plaintively as her stomach made the announcement, loudly, that it was very empty and very hungry.

"Oh, let's go, I am sure that the cooks have finished lunch since that was the reason that I came to get you." Chi Chi smiled as she held open the door for Bulma to pass as they headed down the hallway.

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"Your pride is going to get the best of you.," she yelled as she paced up and down in front of the garden bench. "Do you really want to die that badly, or is it just that you don't want to give in to a woman." Staring up at the figure who had his damn back to her, "Will you turn around and face me when I am speaking to you," she hissed angrily at him.

"Oh, were you saying something, I thought it was just a fly or something." came the infuriating voice back, not bothering to turn around.

"You asshole, I oughta just have the guards come and take you away now and I wouldn't have to put up with your bullshit anymore. What is you answer!?!" Bulma screeched, stomping across the intervening space between them and grabbing his arm to swing him around to face her. He tensed as he felt her hand on his arm, coming around he grabbed her hand and held it out and away from his body lifting her body so that she stood on tiptoe.

"Now, you were saying." Vegeta stared irritably down at the woman. "I told you that I will not be dictated to like some common slave. Your contract is ridiculous, I will not sign it." Releasing his hold on her he watched as she staggered back, aghast at his words and touch.

"I really have no choice then don't I," she said sadly. "I will have the executioner prepare for your arrival." she turned slowly; her shoulders slumped slightly as she started to walk away.

"Just because I said that I won't sign the contract doesn't mean that I won't complete your pitiful tasks" came the amused voice behind her. She stopped, startled and turned back to find Vegeta standing directly behind her looking down into her eyes. His eyes where filled with a kind of malicious humor at her predicament.

"You idiot, you let me rant and rave while you planned the whole time to accept my offer." she advanced on him again. He really was enjoying setting her off like this; she seemed to be the only one who wasn't afraid of him. Everyone else that he knew was always scared of him and never wanted to be in his presence for too long. Yet, this woman, with her fiery spirit was willing to talk back to him at every degrading comment he made. I think that I am going to enjoy this time here, he thought as he watched her advance, her eyes flashing wildly.

"Well you listen to me buster, if you fail to complete even one detail of the tasks that are set before you, I will cheerfully execute myself, do I make myself clear" she said as she poked him in the chest forcing him backwards with her fury. With that she flipped her head, her ponytail swinging around to slap him in the chest as she stalked back toward the house. He watched as her hips swayed with each furious step and grinned in pleasure at the sight.

Damn arrogant idiot!, she ranted to herself. Just for that I am going to make him pay, laughing wickedly to herself. Oh, yes, he is going to pay big time.

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Author's Notes: I am sorry that this is such a short chapter but I got writer's block about halfway through.

Alright though, I know you are reading my story, by checking my counters, but I sure don't know what you think. PLEASE LEAVE ME SOME FEEDBACK (down on bended knee, begging pretty please). This is my first time writing a fan fiction and I really want to know what you all think. Do you have any ideas, etc….Please let me know.

Thanks a bunch - DBZ Vegeta

"Coming Soon: Chapter 4 - The Training Begins" - this chapter may take longer than the others, so please be patient.