Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Seal of Aravas ❯ Chapter 4 - The Training Begins ( Chapter 4 )

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Seal of Aravas

By DBZ Vegeta

Chapter 4 - The Training Begins

"Dammit, Vegeta. We have been at this two weeks already and you still are not getting it." shouted Bulma. "How many times do I have to explain how the procedure works before you get it through that thick head of yours.", stomping across the open field toward him. "I mean, it is not that hard, you already have the telepathy down from your own race, and you can control you inner ki though energy waves. So why is it so hard for you to get the kinetics down." she stopped in front of the man who was struggling with the rope that had wound itself about his legs. He had been trying to get the rope to fly up the side of the tree he stood near and anchor itself at the top, but all he had succeeded in doing was to get tangled up in it.

"I don't understand why I just can't fly up there and attach the damn thing instead of using this stupid kinetics of yours." he growled harshly, finally freeing himself from the tangle of ropes by disintegrating them with a small ki blast. Throwing what was left of them to the ground, he stood with his hands on his hips glaring down at her.

"Ugh, why did you do that, now I'll have to get us another rope." she said wrinkling her nose up at him. "On second thought, this would be a good time for you to work with me to get it, and besides I have explained to you several times that during the first task you will not be able to use your ki." Sitting down on the ground cross-legged, she tugged on his shorts to get him to sit down beside her.

"Come on, we don't have all day. The first task is less than a week away and you are no where near prepared to handle it." she said squinting up at him.

"I am tired of your hedging about this first task, when am I going to be informed about what I have to do?" he growled, stepping away from her tugging fingers. Glaring down at her, he was completely sick and tired of her games. "I am not going to do anything else until you tell me why I cannot use my ki for this task."

Sighing, she stood back up, brushing the dirt and grass of the back of her training pants, not noticing that his gaze had followed her movements. "I've told you countless times that I cannot tell you the details yet, the only thing that I can tell you is that you will not be able to fly for this task." She gazed up at him wondering how he could be so handsome after all the training they had done today. She knew she had to look like a wreck, looking down at her mussed and dirty clothing and hands. Even rumpled and dirty, he looked delicious.

"Well, let's get to it. Here I will demonstrate again.", sighing heavily as she sat back down on the ground. "Come on, sit down and open your mind to me." Sighing resignedly he sat down next to her and closed his eyes. Feeling her touch in his mind, he said through the link, *I don't believe that I am letting you do this.*

*Oh, come on. It's not that bad. I promise I won't peak into your deepest, darkest thoughts.* she giggled though the mind connection. *Now,* she said, *Follow my mind again as we get the spare rope from the landing dock.*

He concentrated as her mind firmly griped his. It seemed as if they were flying over the land and towards the landing dock in the distance. *I don't like this sensation.* he complained as a wave of vertigo came over him.

*Hold on, were almost there. Do you feel how I am doing this? Remember you must concentrate on the item and then firmly grasp it, bring it back along the same path in which you approached it.*

He suddenly felt the grasp of the rope; it was almost a tactile feeling as if he was holding it in his own two hands. *That's it, now bring it here.* she said encouragingly. He concentrated on the rope, returning along the path in which he had just traveled, speeding over the land. Hearing a thump next to him, he opened his eyes to stare down at the length of rope lying tangled at his feet.

"That was great, now did you just realize that you did that by yourself." she grinned up at his startled expression. "But, you where there too, weren't you", he stammered, suddenly aware of a pounding headache beginning between his eyes.

"Nope, I just went along for the ride. I think we have done enough for today. Let's go back and get some dinner, shall we." she said seeing the fleeting grimace that crossed his face and feeling the pain beginning to build in his mind.

"Let's go then," she said as she stood and without looking back at him she turned and trudged off towards the palace.

"Ha, I'll beat you back" he said as he flew past her, ruffling her hair, eager to be free of this pain in his head.

"I wouldn't bet on it", came the retort back. Looking back over his shoulder to smirk at her, he stopped suddenly noticing she had disappeared. Quickly scanning the area, he found that he could not see her. Shrugging, he powered up and flew off towards the palace. Dismissing her sudden disappearance as a pathetic attempt to trick him.

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Landing lightly on the balcony, he turned to head across the room to the staircase so that he could take a shower before dinner. "What took you so long?", came a sweet voice from behind him. Seated on a bench against the wall of the house was Bulma. She had obviously showered and changed from her training clothes into a short dark blue dress that did wonders for her figure. She stood up and crossed the balcony towards him. He felt his mouth go dry at the sight of her long shapely legs as she walked towards him.

"How in the blazes did you get back here so fast?" he snapped, coming back to his senses. "It took me nearly half an hour to get here from the training grounds."

She stopped before him, wrinkling her nose at the smell coming off of him. Though it was really strong, she wasn't totally offended by it. It was a strong masculine odor, faintly permeated with the smell of sweat, pine and totally Vegeta. A smell that she could never get enough of.

"Well, if you would pay attention during training, you would know that I ported' myself." she said looking serenely up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with humor. "Now hurry on and wash up, we are going out for dinner, and maybe I'll explain again about teleportation." Turning her back to him she sashayed seductively back across the balcony, throwing a glance over her shoulder, she found that he was still standing stock still. "You had better hurry up, you don't want to miss all the fun." she purred, laughing lightly at the surprised expression crossing his face. He nodded silently and turned away.

Stalking angrily across to the staircase and down the hall to his room. "How in the hell do I get roped into agreeing with that stupid woman", he snarled to himself, tearing off his training clothes as his stomped into the bathroom. Heading for the shower, totaling ignoring the steaming water bubbling in the tub, he turned the water on to as hot as he could get it and let the spray caress his aching shoulders.

"I swear, she gets more annoying with every passing day.", he thought, then remembering the look she had given him over her shoulder, that teasing come hither look that set his blood on fire. "I just can't stand it anymore"; he fumed silently his body aching with more than just sore muscles. Looking down, he was unsurprised to see that he had a raging erection. "Damn that woman, I swear I will just have to call her bluff the next time she tries to flirt with me", he smirked at the thought, thinking of her soft silky skin pressed against his. He imagined how his hands would caress her hips and bring her body to his lips, what her taste would be like when his lips devoured hers. Growling at the pictures that where flooding though his brain, he violently twisted the hot water off and poured on the icy cold water, just to cool his raging hormones.

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"Man, how long does it take a Saiyan Prince to shower and change for dinner?", thought Bulma, standing with her back to the railing on the balcony, her foot tapping restlessly. "If he doesn't hurry up, we will be late."

Pushing off from the railing she strode toward the staircase, intent on dragging Vegeta out of his room so that they could make their reservations on time. She swung around the corner of the hallway and ran smack dab into a hard male object. Her hands came up instinctively to balance herself and she felt hot smooth skin beneath her fingertips. Hard muscular hands came up to cup around her elbows, steadying her. Reeling slightly, she quickly stepped back away from him, muttering apologies at running into him, not looking up from the floor.

"Why don't you watch where your going, woman!", he snorted, trying to ignore the tingling feeling her touch had left on his hands and chest.

"Well, if you hadn't taken so long, I wouldn't have to come looking for you," she retorted her eyes coming up from the floor. She stopped still at the sight of him, her mouth slightly agape at the sight before her. He looked incredible. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks with a tucked-in dark blue shirt that was left open about half way down his chest, showing the smooth tanned skin beneath. Her hands itched to feel that smooth hot skin again beneath her fingers. The blue highlights in his black hair matching perfectly with his shirt. His powerful shoulders seeming to be wider than before….

"Oh my," a rush of heat spread through her body like lightning, making her feel weak and yet powerful.

Licking her lips, she took another step back from him, willing herself not to reach out and touch his skin. Her body screamed out wanting to feel him against her. "Get control of yourself girl", she thought closing her eyes to block the sight of him, as she turned quickly away from him.

"If you are ready, we can go now." her voice quaving slightly, she hurried back down the stairs and snagged her purse off the table by the door before rushing out to the waiting limo. A wicked grin of delight spread across his face as he followed her out.

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The ride to the restaurant was silent, the tension in the limo thick enough to cut with a knife. Vegeta smirked as he looked over at Bulma as she tried to ignore his presence by staring out the window to the scenery passing by, but that didn't fool him since it was so dark out that she couldn't possibly see anything.

The limo pulled up in front of a crowded entrance, drawing the attention of the people standing in line waiting for their turn. The guard that had been riding up front with the driver came around and opened the door and helped Bulma from the limo. Vegeta slid out behind her and looked around at the crowd of people scowling fiercely.

"Quit scowling and try to look a little more pleasant" came the softly whispered retort from Bulma as she slid her hand around his elbow. His arm and other hand came up instinctively to remove her hand from his elbow. "Don't even think about it, jackass" she said from the corner of her mouth, as she smiled and waved to the bowing assembly. Striding forward, dragging a semi-reluctant Vegeta beside her, Bulma nodded regally to the people as she headed for the entrance.

Vegeta sighed heavily as he let himself be pulled along, hearing the murmurs of the crowd surrounding them as they walked forward. :Don't they make a lovely couple.: :Who is that with the Princess?: :Isn't he the handsome one.: Ignoring the indignity of the showcase, he reminded himself that he was the Prince of all Saiyans and could care less what these commoners where saying.

"Ah, mademoiselle Princess Bulma. It has been so long since you graced us with your presence." came a softly accented voice of an old man who hurried toward them. Clasping the hand that Bulma had held out to him, he brought it to his lips kissing her fingers softly.

"Monsieur Robert, it is always a pleasure to see you again. Everything is looking lovely and I expect that the food will be as wonderful as always" she teased up to the old gentleman, whom she had known for as long as she could remember.

"Always, mademoiselle and who is this unhappy looking gentleman." He said peering at Vegeta's scowling face.

"This, Robert, is Prince Vegeta. He is visiting our country for an extended stay." she said waving a hand towards Vegeta. "Vegeta, this is Robert, one of our family's oldest and dearest friends." Vegeta inclined his head slightly toward the old man, acknowledging the introduction, knowing that if he didn't the woman would probably deny him his dinner.

"My pleasure to meet you monsieur Prince Vegeta. If you would both follow me, I have prepared the Moonsong room for you to dine in." Robert said as he turned and led them across the dining room to a grand staircase.

"Well if it isn't our beloved princess and the destroyer." came a sarcastic voice from behind them. Bulma spun around to find Yamcha staring arrogantly down at her. Vegeta turned also at the remembered voice and found himself facing the top judge who had sentenced him to death for the destruction of some stupid icon of their culture, of which he was still unsure of what it was. He was not wearing the hooded robes today and Vegeta could see that the man was powerful, yet no where near his own strength. Two scars dominated his features, one that ran from his forehead to his right check and another cross-shaped scar on his left check. His eyes hooded by heavy eyebrows glared fiercely down at Bulma, his black hair falling untidily about his shoulders.

"I see that you seem to have forgotten what this man has done to our country." Yamcha snarled as he glared at Vegeta who was standing next to Bulma. "Next thing we will hear is that you will be marrying him, won't we Princess." he said as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her cruelly up to him.

"Your jealousy will get the better of you one of these days, Yamcha. Vegeta will rectify the problem he created, not make it worse by uttering traitorous lies." Seeing the surprised look in his eyes, "Yes, I know what you have been up to Yamcha, and I will not stand for it much longer." she glared up at him, ignoring the pain that was radiating through her arm from his malicious grip. Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, "Stop, I will handle this." she glared at Vegeta who's hands were gripped into fist as he advanced towards them. Turning back to Yamcha she said, "I suggest you release me now, before I have my guards remove you to the prison where you really belong. And if I hear of anymore of your involvement in a plot against the kingdom, I will have you executed on the spot."

Yamcha glared down at her as he released her. "This is not the last Princess" he spat. "You'll be sorry that you let him live, I promise you that." He spun away and stomped out of the restaurant, his cloak flying out behind him.

"Well, that was interesting" she said as she adjusted the sleeve of her dress, "Oh Robert, quite fluttering, everything is alright." Looking up at the scowling Vegeta, "Are you ready for dinner, I know that I am." she said as she turned and strode up the stairs towards the second floor dining rooms. A baffled Vegeta followed after her as Robert hurried ahead of them to open the doors to the private dining room.

"Robert" she said after entering the Moonsong room, "Please give us ten minutes before you start serving dinner."

"Of course, mademoiselle" he said as he backed out of the room with a confused expression crossing his face, closing the door behind him.

After the door had closed, Bulma strode angrily across the room to the table that had been setup next to the windows and snatched the bottle of wine and a glass off the table. "Do you want some?" she snapped as she poured a generous amount of the blood red liquid into the glass and consumed half in one gulp. Taking his silence as a no, she continued to rant.

"I swear, that man has it in for me. Ever since I took over for father, he has been trying to displace the government.," she said as she angrily paced back and forth across the room. Vegeta leaned up against one of the walls, arms crossed against his chest, just watching her quietly as she stomped around venting her fury. It was a sight to behold, her eyes flashed with fire and her shoulders and breasts heaving with every harsh breath she took, her hand waving the wineglass around threatening to spill the contents everywhere.

"I am going to have to do something about this or its going to be hell soon. And I already have enough to worry about with the first task less than a week away and father being a pain about…." she abruptly stopped her tirade and swung around to face him, a blush beginning to form across her checks.

"A pain about what" came the query from the man leaning back against the wall, watching her face get redder by the moment.

"Oh, um nothing. Are you hungry? They really do serve wonderful food here and I made sure to let Robert know that you have a large appetite. So you shouldn't go hungry at all and I just know that you will really like…" her voice trailed off, realizing that she was babbling. Turning she strode over to the table and sat down looking out the window to the lightly lit path that led to the harbor. Hearing a scrap of a chair, she looked startled across the table to where Vegeta was pulling the chair out to sit down across from her.

Robert's staff was punctual as ever and just as Vegeta sat down they came in bearing large trays of appetizers and a small table that was setup nearby to act as a serving island. Just as quickly as they entered, the staff served the first several courses of the meal and briskly departed.

Looking at Vegeta over the rim of her glass of wine, she said "I promised to tell you about teleportation, if you are still interested." Vegeta looked up at her a frowned slightly at the glazed look in her eyes. Giggling lightly, she took the frown to be a yes and continued on waving her hand holding the glass around.

"Teleportation in essence is the same as the kinetics that we were practicing this afternoon, but instead of an inanimate object being moved you move a living object. You can move yourself or even other people over great distances almost instantly. It can come in pretty handy if you have to get somewhere quickly. But, there are serious risks and you must be totally in control or you could kill yourself or others." she said hiccuping slightly at the end. "Oops, sorry. Oh, were was I. Ah, yes. The control is no different than the techniques you used to move the rope." she said as she reached forward to fill her empty wineglass.

"Hey, what are you doing." she cried as he pulled the nearly empty bottle of wine away from her questing fingers. "You have had enough," he said as he pushed back his chair to help her out of hers. "I think it is time to go home now."

"But, I was just going to show you how `porting works" she said in a protesting voice as he pulled up out of her chair and escorted her toward the door.

"You can show me in the morning." he muttered feeling silly at having to support her small body against his as she couldn't seem to keep her feet under her.

"Stop it, I can walk by myself, thank you very much. I am after all the Princess of Aravas." she huffed, jerking unsteadily away from him. Squaring her shoulders, she strode purposely, if albeit, slightly crookedly out the door and down the staircase to the entrance.

"Robert, that was a wonderful dinner. Thank you for your hospitality." she said as she met him at the door, Vegeta close at her heels insuring that she did not fall flat on her face.

"Good night mademoiselle. Have a wonderful evening." came Robert's reply as she reeled lightly toward the limo and fell heavily into the seat. Leaning her head back against the headrest she closed her eyes against the sway of the car as Vegeta seated himself next to her and ordered the driver to take them back to the palace.

"Dammit, I shouldn't have had that last glass of wine. I know that daddy is going to hear all about this and then he is going to get upset. But I can't let him now about what is going on. So how do I explain all of this." she wailed softly. Opening her eyes and turning toward Vegeta, "You won't tell him right." she cried looking hopefully up at him. Not waiting for him to answer she turned abruptly away and continued to rant about how her father was going to be so upset at her behavior.

Vegeta tried to ignore her as they drove through the dark back to the palace but had a hard time as she keep bumping into him as she squirmed around in her seat. When the limo pulled up in front to her entrance, he shot out of the car as quickly as he could to get away from her.

"Vegeta, come back here and help me, please." she squeaked as she got her heel caught on the carpet of the entranceway. He turned in time to see her falling towards the floor, reaching out her caught her under her arms and pulled her up against him.

"Oh, thank you so much Vegeta." she said as she snuggled up against his warm body. Closing her eyes to the spinning going on around her, she wrapped her arms up around his neck. He just so warm and his touch sent tingles though her where his hands touched her bare skin of her back. Her brain told her that she needed to move away from him, but her body just wouldn't respond to its commands, the feeling was so pleasurable that it didn't want to leave his warmth.

Gritting his teeth, Vegeta looked down at the swaying woman clasped in his arms and bent down slightly to scoop her up into his arms.

"What are you doing, put me down", she cried against his shoulder as he strode across the main hall to the staircase and carrying her down the hallway to her bedroom. Without breaking his stride, he pushed her door open and strode across to her bed, where he dropped her unceremoniously in the center. "Wait" she cried as he turned to leave. Scrambling up off the bed, slipping as her high heels lost their traction on the smooth floors, she kicked them off quickly as she hurried across the room to stop him from leaving.

"Vegeta" she said as she placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. Growling fiercely, Vegeta turned suddenly, his lips quieting her cry as they swooped down to cover hers. Her hands were trapped as he circled her body with his and pulled her unresisting frame against his. His lips devoured hers in an unrelenting powerful kiss. Her head began to spin as heat shot throughout her body, her hands working their way out from under his arms came up to tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer to hers.

Reaching behind him, Vegeta closed the door and picked her up slightly as he strode over to the bed. Leaning down he placed her body in the center and quickly covered it with his own. As his lips released hers, she moaned as they trailed down her neck to suckle at the pulse throbbing there. His hands trailed downward feeling her slight body beneath his as he cupped her full breast through her dress. Moaning as he rubbed his thumb back and forth across her erect nipple. Vegeta smiled softly against her throat at her moans. Reaching behind her he slide the zipper holding her dress together slowly downward as he stroked her skin softly. He pulled her dress down until her black lace bra was showing, her arms trapped by her dress top. Stretching his fingers out he caressed the soft skin of her breast that was pushed up by her bra. Dropping his head his lips traced a path where his fingers had been. Looking up to her face, he was startled to find that she had fallen asleep! "Dammit, just when I knew what I was going to do, she has to pass out!", he thought angrily. Sitting up, he quickly stripped the rest of her dress off of her, smarting over the perfection of her lean beautiful body. He stood up and pulled the covers up over her resignedly. Looking back down at the sleeping woman, he knew that he was going to need a very, very cold shower before he could sleep tonight.

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Author's Notes: Whew, (whipping sweat off of brow), that was a hard chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Told ya there would be some lemon, but poor Vegeta, sorry about that. I hope the cold shower helps, but I don't think so. (shaking a finger back and forth). Naughty wasn't I. Well, tomorrow is another day and who knows what will happen. Soon the first task will arrive and will Vegeta be up to the task of completing it successfully or will he get himself killed. Also in the next chapter you get to find out what the Seal of Aravas really is, YAHHH…… I will try and keep only a week between chapters, but I work full time and am taking 12 semester hours of college so I have to find time in between all of that to right this. Well, no rest for the wicked I say.

Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks again for reading. --- DBZ Vegeta

Coming soon - Chapter 5 - The Seal and the First Task