Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Rama and his daughter. ( Chapter 6 )

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Author's note: Heyo Everyone! I'd just like to say thanks for all the great reviews! Now, I know that quite a few of you want Bulma to have some revenge on Vegeta for his teasing, but believe me, Vegeta's going to have enough trouble with his life later on in this fic. Plus, we always see fics where Vegeta is drooling over Bulma. Hey, I've done quite a number of them myself, so I'm definitely not saying they're bad, but I've decided I really like this sexy teasing Vegeta, at least for this fic. Anyways, I think I've rambled for long enough, so on with the fic!

Special thanks to Vegetababe and Bulma Peacecraft for beta-ing!

Show Him How

Chapter 6: Rama and his daughter.

Last Time: Things started to heat up in the Hot Springs.

"Vegeta, we're out of their seeing distance now. You can take your hand off of my ass." Bulma hissed through clenched teeth. Vegeta chuckled lightly, and gave her a little squeeze before letting her go. Bulma growled and muttered a few choice words under her breath before stalking off down the twisting halls. However, once she realized that she did not know her way back to their chambers, she was forced to slow down and walk along at Vegeta's leisurely pace.

"Smile, would you? I don't want people thinking I took a prude as a mate." the Saiyan teased.

"Yeah, and I really want everybody thinking I sleep with a mass murderer." Bulma shot back.

"Is that really how you see me?" Vegeta inquired lightly, stopping in the middle of the hall.

"Well…I…I…" The Human woman stuttered over her words, detecting a slight hint of hurt in her companion's voice.

Vegeta gave a dismissive shrug of his shoulders and began walking down the hall again. "If that's what you see me as, then that's what I'll be."

The rest of the way back to the room was spent in silence, and once there, Vegeta headed immediately for the shower, leaving Bulma to change. It wasn't very late at all, but Vegeta had informed her earlier in the day that they would be leaving for the planet Toog early in the morning. As she slipped on her nightie, Bulma wondered why Vegeta had seemed so tense as he told her. Perhaps he had bad history with the people of Toog.

"We'll be leaving for a nearby planet early tomorrow morning." Vegeta stated, and Bulma couldn't help but to notice that he seemed a little edgy.

"What planet is that?" she inquired, hoping to get a little more information out of him.

"Toog." He said simply, but the human female detected that familiar note of irritation in his voice. Before she could ask anything else, he had left the room, tail lashing agitatedly behind him.

Vegeta slipped quietly out of the bathroom, to see Bulma putting something into one of the dresser drawers. She had not noticed him yet. However, he noticed her. He noticed her all to well while she was wearing that scrap of material. The way it clung to her shapely body made him sweat with desire, and though he had boasted of his supreme control the previous night, he found himself beginning to harden. He really didn't want to want her this badly, but he couldn't deny that she made him warm just by looking in his direction. She was truly an enigma, this human female. He had had plenty of women in his lifetime; after all, he was a prince, and not a bad looking one at that. Many of the women had been far more beautiful than the weak Onna, but never before had he found a female to be so desirable…What was it about her? Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he snuck up behind her and grabbed her around the middle, pulling her soft body against his own.

"Ve…Vegeta? What the hell are you doing?" Bulma murmured, uncertainty flooding her as she felt his hardened member pressing into the small of her back.

"Shhh." was all the Saiyan no Ouji gave in reply, as his hands started to roam. One traveled up towards her breast, while the other moved down, worming its way under her silk night dress. He pushed aside the thin strip of fabric that was her underwear, and slipped his hand in to cup her womanhood. Bulma let out a surprised little groan as she felt two fingers slip inside of her, the thumb finding her nub, and gently rubbing it. She felt as if her legs were about to give out on her, and if not for the strong arm still about her waist, she would have crumpled to the floor.

"Vegeta…" Bulma whimpered, trying to push away from him. "I…We…We shouldn't do this Vegeta."

"Just tell me truthfully that you want me to stop," he nibbled on her ear, "and I will."

"I…Ohhh…" Bulma moaned quietly, trying desperately to sum up the courage to make him stop. It felt so good to be in his arms, so oddly right. Then though, she remembered the previous night, and how Vegeta had treated her, how he had humiliated her. With a determined new strength, she steadied her legs and pushed against his arms, doing her best to ignore the still probing fingers. "Vegeta, stop. I mean it. We can't do this."

"And why not?" Vegeta purred, his digits coming to a halt in their ministrations.

"I don't want to do this." she sighed. "You're just teasing me Vegeta. I don't want to be used like this." She looked down at the floor, ashamed with herself for allowing this to go on for so long.

"Is that what you think?" Vegeta snarled in her hear. Bulma nodded, a tiny sob escaping her mouth. "Fine. If that's what you think, then that's how I'll be." he growled and pushing his fingers deep inside her once more, almost violently, finding a secret pleasure spot. He pushed hard, and Bulma's body wracked with pleasure at the sudden orgasm.

Vegeta pulled his hand out from between the woman's legs and stalked off out of the room, with out so much as a word, or a glance at Bulma's crying figure, slumped on the floor. He didn't come back that night, and Bulma didn't see him until she boarded the ship the next morning, still looking angry.

Was it so wrong what I did? She wondered, glancing every now and then at the Prince as he readied the Imtorite ship for takeoff. He just wanted a night of pleasure…didn't he? After the way he toyed with me the other night, there's no way he could actually want me for more than sex. But why is he so mad? Am I wrong? Oh Kami Vegeta! What do you want with me?

The journey to Toog was quick, lasting only a few days. It seemed though, that Vegeta got moodier every second. Bulma wondered what he was so mad about. He had already made it quite clear that he was having second thoughts about going to Toog, but Vegeta was never one to back out of something once he said he was going to do it.

The day of landing finally approached, and Bulma realized that the only time Vegeta had spoken to her during the entire trip was when he told her to flip her head over, so that she could change the setting on the little translator chip. He hadn't even glanced at her, and Bulma's suspicions that Vegeta had only been using her grew. It wasn't fair.

The mechanical hiss of the opening door startled Bulma, and she jumped quickly out of her seat, smoothing the Imtorite dress over her hips as she toed towards the door. Vegeta was already there, looking wonderful in the casual Imtorite clothing he wore. But then again, Vegeta always looked wonderful. Bulma sighed quietly…Why does he have to be such a heartless bastard?

"Is there anything about the Toogs that I need to know?" she asked quietly, earning her first actual look from Vegeta since 'that night.'

"First off," he stated, gruffly, "never refer to them as 'Toogs.' The correct term would be 'Servants of Toog.' They are a peaceful, religious people and we should have no trouble getting what we need. I hope to be off of this planet as soon as possible, so don't get too attached to anything."

"Why do you want to be away from here so fast?" Bulma probed. If this planet and its people were so nice, what is it that Vegeta couldn't stand about being here?

"That's none of your business." Vegeta snapped, his voice harsh. He turned his head away from her, putting on a façade of indifference. Whatever bothered him about this place, he obviously didn't want the natives to know.

"Greetings, Servant of Imtor! What do we of Toog owe this visit to?" a male voice called, from outside.

"I disappoint you Servant of Toog." Vegeta called stepping out into the sunlight. Even from inside of the ship, Bulma heard a round of surprised gasps, and speculating murmurs. Perhaps Vegeta was not welcome here. "It is I, Vegeta no Ouji, Rogue Servant of Lost Vegetasei." he turned and motioned for Bulma to come out as well. "This is Bulma, servant of Chikyuu." There were more murmurs, as she stood shyly beside the Saiyan, but she could not quite make them out.

"Vegeta sama! Well, this is a surprise indeed!" a man spoke up from the crowd. Like his peers, he was a soft green in color, with coarse looking spikes of lemon yellow hair. He was a fat little man, and looked to be rather old, but seemed fairly friendly.

"I assure you, Rama, that we have not come for a social visit." Vegeta spoke coldly, his gaze boring into the beady little red eyes of the old man. "We have need for technical assistance in order to fix our ship. This one," he placed his hand lightly on the doorframe, "is borrowed."

"Ahhh, Vegeta," old Rama smiled, despite Vegeta's anger. "You seem to forget that it was not I who wronged you."

"She is your blood Rama, your raised daughter." Vegeta snapped, much to Bulma's confusion. Who were they talking about? Is this woman the reason that Vegeta had not wanted to come here?

"Touché, Vegeta sama. Ten long years has not dulled your mind."

"My mind is sharper than ever, old man." the Saiyan no Ouji growled. "But I have no time for your foolish games."

Rama chuckled, his large belly vibrating with his mirth. "Yes Vegeta sama, impatient as ever. However, you must come and see Toorie. She always liked you." he sighed. "We had hopes that you would be the one to father Yelta's children."

At this statement, Bulma watched Vegeta's face darken and twist, though she was not sure whether the reason was of anger or pain. Maybe this Yelta was Vegeta's old girlfriend, or perhaps fiancee… That would certainly explain why he had been so upset about having to come here. But if that was true, then why weren't they together now? It was a mystery indeed.

"I have no wish to visit your home Rama, Servant of Toog. Good-day to you." Vegeta snarled, clenching his fists. "My companion and I will be moving on towards the Capitol right away, and I do not relish in wasting my time." He turned and yanked Bulma back inside the ship, then set the ship's controls to take them to the Capitol, wherever that was.

"Ve…Vegeta?" Bulma murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you all right? You…you seem very upset."

"Leave me be, Woman. This is not of your concern." he snapped, shrugging her hand away.

"Oh…okay. Well, if you need to talk about it, I'll be here."

"You'll need to learn a few things about Toog society before we reach the Capitol." Vegeta turned, changing the subject. He motioned for Bulma to sit down, while he paced the floor in front of her chair, the tip of his tail twitching in agitation. "You probably noticed all that 'servant of Toog' jargon back there." he started. "The people of Toog think of the planets as Gods. Each Planet has been trusted for eternity with the safety and protection of a certain people. In return, the people vow to serve their particular God, which is the planet they happen to be born on." He paused, looking to see if Bulma had any questions.

"So they believe that the actual planet is a God, who has chosen to house them?" she asked, bewildered at the idea.

"Hai. They are Servants of Toog. To them, you are a Servant of Chikyuu. I am called Rogue Servant because I do not live on my birth planet, which is called Lost Vegetasei because it is no more." Bulma nodded, understanding. "Capitol is where the Graf lives. He is basically the King of the planet, and is known as Graf or Solta. Graf means King, Solta means 'Communicator.' It is believed in legend that the Graf has the power to commute with the God he was born on. When he uses this power, he is called Solta. If I think of anything else you will need to know, I will tell you. For now though, this is enough."

"Vegeta?" Bulma questioned. "Can I ask you about Rama and his daughter? Is she the reason you didn't want to come here?"

"I already told you that is none of your business." Vegeta hissed. "It would be in your best interest if you did not venture into territory where you are unwelcome."

Well, that's the end of this chapter! Hope you liked it! Remember to review!

Next Time: Bulma and Vegeta reach Capitol, and Bulma learns a little bit more about Rama's mysterious daughter.