Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 11

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

Chapter 11: ?

"What are you doing here Vegeta?" she asked, keeping her voice to a non-interested tone.

"You will address me properly woman." He snapped, closing the door behind him. She was alone. He was both hoping for this and dreading it all at the same time. But, he knew that if he had really wanted to avoid this situation, he would have sent Ardlin in his place. She looked at him coldly because of his last remark.

"What do you want?" she repeated, leaving out his title and even his name. She was not going to bend to his will. This was to keep herself angry. Ignoring her insolence, he answered.

"I've come to see about the progress you've made."

"Oh. I'll show you." She said standing. Her skirt fell to just above her knee and hugged her hips, something that Vegeta tried desperately to ignore. Her black heels matched the business suit perfectly, and she led him out onto the catwalk of the factory. He followed, watching the way the jacket fell over her curves like a classy second skin. "As you can see, all the materials have been gathered for the encapsulator which will be installed in that corner." She said pointing to neat stacks of materials in a far corner. She continued giving him a tour, explaining what was going where and the cost of the entire project. They finished where they had started, standing in front of her office.
"Everything is going smoothly and we're a day and a half ahead of schedule. I suspect that will become a bigger margin once the conveyor belt problems have been worked out." He nodded his head, looking pleased but not sure of how to show it.

"Good." Was the only thing he could say. She opened the door to her office and went inside, he followed suit. She turned as she heard the door close behind her.

"Can I help you with anything else?" she asked, planting her hands on her hips. Before she could blink he had her in his arms and was devouring her neck with kisses. She moaned and ran her hands through his hair, her body hotter than it had been before. He made his way down, opening her jacket and kissing the tops of her breasts. Backing her up against the desk, he lifted her onto it and ran his hands up her skirt, brushing his fingers lightly over her panties.

She couldn't believe what he was doing, his fingers were so skilled, it was hard to imagine that a man like this could exist outside of a work of fiction. He hadn't even made skin to skin contact with her yet, and the slight brush of his fingers over her womanhood had almost brought her to orgasm. Her control was slipping away as his lips made their way up to her earlobe. Her hands were instinctually reaching to him, searching for his shaft. Before she made contact with him, she found her control. Pushing him back she stood and clenched her clothes shut.

"No. Absolutely not, Vegeta. I won't do this." She gasped, her cheeks red and her body trembling with desire. He looked at her; his own need apparent through his skintight pants. "You can't just waltz back into my life after 17 years and expect me to just spread my legs for you. Did you even think about me after you left Namek? Or was I nothing more than a conquest for you, something to keep you busy?"

"Woman-" he began but she cut him off.

"Not only that, but I gave you a son. A son you completely ignore! How can you treat him like that? I haven't seen any other children around here, so I assume he's the only one you have and you ignore him like you do? What the fuck is wrong with you?" she said, her anger finally being vented. Vegeta's face was like stone, anger flashing behind his eyes.

"Perhaps that question should be directed at you. You were the one who didn't tell him of his heritage for 'a long time.' You raised him to believe he is nothing more than a weak human. He is a disgrace to the name Saiyan." He said, his voice low and monotone. She had never seen him so angry. He turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him, sending a shutter though the building. Bulma stared at the door, fighting the tears that she felt welling up in her eyes. That hadn't gone the way she had wanted at all. Not that she knew what she expected of him in the first place. Buttoning her jacket, she gathered her things and got ready to leave for the evening, not allowing the tears to fall.



She walked to the palace with her head held high, the lump in the throat felt like she had swallowed a stone. Her eyes were wet, but she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't let the people that milled by her on the street see her break. It would have been like letting him see her cry, and that was not an option.

It wasn't the fight with Vegeta that had made her so angry; it was that he had a very viable point. She had been the one to keep his identity from their son for all those years. She had carried on as though he was nothing but a human and she only told him when prompted by Gohan. She didn't know if she ever would have told Trunks about Vegeta if he hadn't unexpectedly arrived on the planet. He had been so happy when he thought he was Yamcha's son. He had a father that cared about him and he in turn worshipped the very ground Yamcha walked on. Trunks had trained his whole life to be a warrior like Yamcha and Goku, so for Vegeta to call him weak and a disgrace made Bulma's anger rise another notch.

As the streetlights came on, she collided with someone. Looking up, she saw the wise and aged face of Ardlin. Unbeknownst to her, after Vegeta had left the factory he had contacted Ardlin to keep an eye on her, too proud to do it himself, but it was far too dangerous for a woman to walk alone at night.

"I'm sorry." She said, "I didn't see you there."

"Ms. Briefs, what are you doing out alone this time of night? Please, allow me to escort you back to the palace, it is far to dangerous for you to walk alone." He said with a gentlemanly tone.

"I can take care of myself, thank you." She snapped.

"As you wish." She started walking towards the palace, Ardlin on her heels.

"I told you I'll be fine." She growled over her shoulder.

"I have no doubt in your ability to defend yourself Ms. Briefs and I was allowing you to continue forward on your own as you had requested. But I do have to get back to the palace myself, and it's such a lovely night for walking."

"Oh you are so full of shit." She sighed, " Fine. You can walk with me."

"Thank you m'lady." He said, offering her his arm. Taking it, they resumed walking.

"So...where are you from?" she asked, desperate for any distraction that would take her mind off Vegeta.

"Originally a planet called Peri. But I call the capital my home now."

"Why did you leave?"

"After my planet was destroyed, I was absorbed into Frieza's army and stationed all over the galaxy." He said rather uncomfortably. She sensed that he didn't want to talk about this any longer, so she changed the subject.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Ever since King Vegeta assumed the throne." He answered. She scoffed at hearing his name. Ardlin glanced at her. "Did I say something to upset you Ms Briefs?"

"I just don't know how you stand him!" Ardlin's lips curled into a smile. It was beginning to make a little more sense. The king didn't send his advisor after just anyone. He liked her, but she looked less than pleased with the king. Stopping, he released Bulma's arm.

"Do you see that dome over there?" he asked, pointing. She nodded.
"That's a university. A public university, anyone can go there. The building next to it is a museum. Both of these things were virtually unheard of during Frieza's reign." He finished and sighed, aware that the woman was looking at him with a very confused expression. "Things are far from perfect here, that much is true. The rule of the strong rule over the weak is still very much in effect, planetary purges still continue. But it's better than it was under Frieza. Vegeta may be cold and hardheaded in your eyes, but to me and everyone else who remembers life under Frieza, he's the leader we've been hoping for.

"There was no hope under Frieza. You were born into a station that there was no hope of advancement out of, you served him and you died. Now, even if you are born with a low ki, you can still go to school. You'll never be a warrior, but you can be a doctor or a scientist even if you were the child of farmers. That goes for women too. They may be small steps, but they're steps in the right direction."

"That's all well and good Ardlin but that doesn't give him the right to ignore his-" she said, catching herself just in time.

"His what Ms. Briefs?" Ardlin prompted, thinking that he may actually get an answer as to what exactly was between the strange scientist and his king.

"Nothing. Look, I think I can make it the fifteen feet to the door without a problem. Thank you for the company." She said, hurrying to the palace. Ardlin watched her go with confusion chiseled on his features.



Vegeta stood in the throne room gazing out the large windows. He could still taste her skin on his lips. It was ridiculous to desire a woman so much. But then she had brought up the boy, making it clear that there was no chance to get the want he felt for her out of his system. He heard the door swing open.

"Enter." He said, never moving from his position.

"Sire, I'm reporting back to you as you wished."

"She is safe then?" he said, never turning around but recognizing Ardlin's voice.

"Yes, sire." He answered. After a moment of silence, he continued. "Sire, may I ask why you sent me after her?"

"No." Vegeta said, sounding tired.

"But Sire, I-"

"I said no, Ardlin. Now leave me." He commanded the tone in his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, Sire." He said rather reluctantly, leaving Vegeta to stare into the dark sky.