Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Shadowed Touch of Death ❯ Chapter 11

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

Bulma dove into the murky waters, her cerulean eye scanning the depths for the orange globe. When she found it she added it in with the other two that she had collected in the last twenty-four hours. She only had four more to grab and then they would be able to call forth the Eternal Dragon. As she powered up to dry her skin she began to wonder how the men's training was going.

Goku dodged a white gloved fist as it came flying at him. With a chuckle the owner of the hand came flying at him.

"Damn it, Vegeta," Goku cursed. "You act like this is a real fight!" He fly to the ceiling of the GR as Vegeta powered up for an energy blast.

"Every spar is a real fight!" Vegeta yelled as he let his blast go. "If this were all for fun like you want it to be then we would be dead." Goku frowned as he powered up as well. It was true. If they only sparred like friends then they would not fight at their true power then they would not grow stronger. That didn't mean that he had to like it. They continued to fight for the next eight hours, neither really had their mind on the fight though. Goku was thinking about Chi-Chi and Vegeta was thinking about Bulma. Both women, though different were in danger whether they wanted to acknowledge it.

(In Space...)

"So this is where my sons were killed? This puny little mud ball of a planet has warriors on it that are that strong?" The creature before him nodded.

"It seems that Vegeta is down there and he has recruited to other Sayians." At this King Kold frowned.

"Why are there Sayians on Earth? I thought that we had taken them off purging?" Frieza had wanted to destroy Vegeta-sei, but he had expressly forbid it. Frieza was a good fighter, but he was too paranoid and not confident in his own powers. He had feared that the Sayians would get smart and ban together to defeat them or too powerful. One had happened, but that was just three of them and that was of no concern of his. King Kold would kill these three and return to purging planets with the Sayians.

"Well, these were sent before that, when they were infants, but Vegeta went to hunt them down for his own purposes. Also, it seems that Cooler was not killed by the same Sayians. His energy was drained from his body until he died." Kold looked confused for a moment.

"Drained energy?" The creature nodded. "Well, that is weak."

(Back on Earth...)

Bulma ran through the trees, the shadows flashing with mixtures of lights as she flew through the foliage. It seemed that a dinosaur had eaten a dragonball, the last one to be precise, and now it was running from her. Bulma had come across the creature just minutes before he had eaten the dragonball. She had tried to grab it from the t-Rex, but it had swallowed it none the less. In retaliation Bulma had cut off his tail making the creature frightened of her. Now she had to chase the damn thing down to get the dragonball so that she could wish back all her friends.

"Come back here, you bastard!" she screamed as she come upon the scared thing. "I only want to kill you for the dragonball!" With one fatal swipe of her hand the t-Rex's head fell to the ground, blood spattering everywhere. "Finally!" She stuck her hands into the still warm entrails as she searched for the dragonball. After a minute of searching she found the orange orb and stuck it in with the others. "Now I can go home and train!" She flew off toward her home and the last three friends that awaited her return. When she touched down she was greeted by Vegeta. I guess that he would be the only one that would be awake since it was midnight.

"Nice to see you, Onna." Bulma nodded. "Kakarot went home to sleep with his harpy." Then without warning Vegeta grabbed Bulma and pulled her close, his lips finding her's in a clash of warmth and urgency. At first Bulma struggled, but something in her head told her to give in, that this was what she wanted. Their souls clashed and meshed together as they stood their kissing. Vegeta's hand wandered under her shirt and found a breast. As he massaged it she twisted her pale fingers into his dark up swept hair. Bulma knew that it felt right, but she still felt wrong because she had a man, but... Vegeta ripped her shirt in two and threw it over his shoulder as his mouth found a nipple and began to suckle on it. She moaned and arched into his touch as the pleasure and warmth between her legs increased. Suddenly she pushed him away from her. He looked at her in confusion. "What is your problem?" he hissed in anger.

"It's not you!" she cried out. "I can't do this! I have a boyfriend!" With that she ran into the house.

Okay, I know. It is a little lame, but I have writer's block with this story... I know. No excuse, but still. Please read and review.