Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Stress ❯ Blood and Ki ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
This Is the Enforcer Speaking,
Alright, no reviews yet but maybe this time I’ll get lucky, also if you don’t believe this is how a mechanic or anyone who works on machinery or electrical stuff acts or that similar things happen like happen here then you obviously haven’t seen one doing there job…
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Stress
Chap ter 2
Blood and Ki
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The sun had set hours ago, the nights sky held the promise of a frightening storm, the complete opposite of the morning sky. But Bulmas mood was quite the same.
She was late getting home; again, Bulma was beginning to wonder if she even knew what time getting at home on time was anymore.
The GR sat cold and dark, it should have been on and humming, Vegeta had well and truly broken it this time. Sighing, Bulma head towards her workshop, best to get the damn thing back in order or else Vegeta might try training in there back yard again and Bulma shuddered at the thought, it'd taken weeks to repair the damage last time he'd tried that.
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Bulma stood precariously on the very top rung of a ladder, legs at an odd angle the upper half of Bulmas body was inside of the GR, the access panel that she’d removed was wedged up there with her. Grease and graphite powder clung to most of her exposed skin.
The scientist gritted her teeth and cursed as she tried to break an unruly bolt, yanking and shoving on the wrench Bulma cursed, the fucking bolt just would not break. Wedging the wrench in place Bulma took a mallet to the handle of it.
“God damn, mother fucking, son-of-a-bitch!” Bulma hurled insults at the machinery as she wailed away, “Just fucking break.” The wrench slipped. Bulmas knuckles promptly slammed into some piece of machinery, the mallet hit the ground, Bulma jumped, banging her head on something, tangling her hair on what ever it was she’d just hit her head on, her leg slipped, Bulma felt her self falling and latched onto the edge of the panel, the ladder fell to the ground with a crash.
“Shit.” Bulma mumbled as she looked towards the ground, she felt blood trickling down from her hand and ear, she wasn’t sure how she’d cut her ear but it stung like a bitch. Well damn, she thought, as she let go. Bulma land with a thud, bending her knees and rolling with the impact, she’d fallen before, it wasn’t anything new. If she’d been up high enough to hurt her self if she fell she’d have had a safety harness on.
Bulma looked up just in time to get out of the way of the access panel as it tumbled to the ground. It landed inches away from Bulma. The woman just stood there and stated at it for a minute, it lay half propped up by her tool box. Rage surged through her, Bulma laid into the panel, kicking with her steel toed boot, it flipped over onto the ground, rounding on the GR Bulma proceeded to kick the living shit out of the side of the machine, the whole while hurling curses at it until the anger subsided.
“Woman.” Vegetas voice reverberated through the GR, Bulma turned, panting from her exertions.
“What do you want?“ She spoke through gritted teeth as she cleaned her hands off on her blue cover alls. Looking up she glared at the Saiyan. Waiting for Vegeta to say something Bulma bent and rummaged through her tool box looking for just the right tool, but she felt eyes boring into her back, it made the spot between her shoulder blades tingle, she’d had enough, she rounded on Vegeta.
“Look Vegeta if you want me to finish this you’re going to have to back the fuck off because it’s just going to piss me off with you standing over my shoulder breathing down my neck like that, which won’t do me, you, or this damn GR any good so say what you have to say and go fuck off.” Bulma spoke matter of factly.
“What I want-” Vegetas voice growled across her skin as he closed the distance between them, Bulmas breath caught, her skin burned at the nearness of him, blue Ki washed across Bulma engulfing her like flame. Bulma gasped, she’d never been touched like that by a Ki before let alone one of the universes most powerful. It surrounded her like a warm, breath taking, embrace as feelings of strength, power, and honor flooded her. And deep beneath it all a strong since of sadness, regret and the boiling anger that she always knew was there. The power surged through her veins; it felt as if it belonged, as if it had always belonged, a sigh escaped from between Bulmas lips as she felt herself open up to the Ki and take it in.
Lips closed in around Bulmas bleeding ear, tongue and teeth worked at it, lapping up all that had been spilled, sucking at the wound more blood was drawn out. It was like the tongue that lapped at her ear truly ran across other parts of her body things much lower, much more sensitive. Bulma had never experienced such closeness in her life, no one had ever been allowed to truly steal away her soul and now that’s what seemed to be happening.
Suddenly it was gone, replaced by a bone chilling coldness. Hands braced them self on her shoulders shoving her over backwards. Vegeta stood now a few feet away, his face stoic. Then he was gone in the blink of an eye, having never finished his sentence. Having never told her what he had wanted so badly he felt the need to come and pester her while she worked.
Reaching a hand up the woman touched her ear gently, it no longer hurt, what had just happened, what had that been all about and why, why did she feel so alone and cold now…
Turning around with a swallow Bulma knew she still had to get her damn job done. Fighting off the strange sensation of loneliness Bulma got the special tool she needed to finish the job. From out of her tool box Bulma pulled out just what she need… One very large mallet.
“When in doubt, get a bigger Hammer...”
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A/N: More shall come soon, this story is driving me nuts, I can't wait to get the rest written, I hope you guys like it too please R&R.
-The Enforcer
Alright, no reviews yet but maybe this time I’ll get lucky, also if you don’t believe this is how a mechanic or anyone who works on machinery or electrical stuff acts or that similar things happen like happen here then you obviously haven’t seen one doing there job…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stress
Chap ter 2
Blood and Ki
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The sun had set hours ago, the nights sky held the promise of a frightening storm, the complete opposite of the morning sky. But Bulmas mood was quite the same.
She was late getting home; again, Bulma was beginning to wonder if she even knew what time getting at home on time was anymore.
The GR sat cold and dark, it should have been on and humming, Vegeta had well and truly broken it this time. Sighing, Bulma head towards her workshop, best to get the damn thing back in order or else Vegeta might try training in there back yard again and Bulma shuddered at the thought, it'd taken weeks to repair the damage last time he'd tried that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma stood precariously on the very top rung of a ladder, legs at an odd angle the upper half of Bulmas body was inside of the GR, the access panel that she’d removed was wedged up there with her. Grease and graphite powder clung to most of her exposed skin.
The scientist gritted her teeth and cursed as she tried to break an unruly bolt, yanking and shoving on the wrench Bulma cursed, the fucking bolt just would not break. Wedging the wrench in place Bulma took a mallet to the handle of it.
“God damn, mother fucking, son-of-a-bitch!” Bulma hurled insults at the machinery as she wailed away, “Just fucking break.” The wrench slipped. Bulmas knuckles promptly slammed into some piece of machinery, the mallet hit the ground, Bulma jumped, banging her head on something, tangling her hair on what ever it was she’d just hit her head on, her leg slipped, Bulma felt her self falling and latched onto the edge of the panel, the ladder fell to the ground with a crash.
“Shit.” Bulma mumbled as she looked towards the ground, she felt blood trickling down from her hand and ear, she wasn’t sure how she’d cut her ear but it stung like a bitch. Well damn, she thought, as she let go. Bulma land with a thud, bending her knees and rolling with the impact, she’d fallen before, it wasn’t anything new. If she’d been up high enough to hurt her self if she fell she’d have had a safety harness on.
Bulma looked up just in time to get out of the way of the access panel as it tumbled to the ground. It landed inches away from Bulma. The woman just stood there and stated at it for a minute, it lay half propped up by her tool box. Rage surged through her, Bulma laid into the panel, kicking with her steel toed boot, it flipped over onto the ground, rounding on the GR Bulma proceeded to kick the living shit out of the side of the machine, the whole while hurling curses at it until the anger subsided.
“Woman.” Vegetas voice reverberated through the GR, Bulma turned, panting from her exertions.
“What do you want?“ She spoke through gritted teeth as she cleaned her hands off on her blue cover alls. Looking up she glared at the Saiyan. Waiting for Vegeta to say something Bulma bent and rummaged through her tool box looking for just the right tool, but she felt eyes boring into her back, it made the spot between her shoulder blades tingle, she’d had enough, she rounded on Vegeta.
“Look Vegeta if you want me to finish this you’re going to have to back the fuck off because it’s just going to piss me off with you standing over my shoulder breathing down my neck like that, which won’t do me, you, or this damn GR any good so say what you have to say and go fuck off.” Bulma spoke matter of factly.
“What I want-” Vegetas voice growled across her skin as he closed the distance between them, Bulmas breath caught, her skin burned at the nearness of him, blue Ki washed across Bulma engulfing her like flame. Bulma gasped, she’d never been touched like that by a Ki before let alone one of the universes most powerful. It surrounded her like a warm, breath taking, embrace as feelings of strength, power, and honor flooded her. And deep beneath it all a strong since of sadness, regret and the boiling anger that she always knew was there. The power surged through her veins; it felt as if it belonged, as if it had always belonged, a sigh escaped from between Bulmas lips as she felt herself open up to the Ki and take it in.
Lips closed in around Bulmas bleeding ear, tongue and teeth worked at it, lapping up all that had been spilled, sucking at the wound more blood was drawn out. It was like the tongue that lapped at her ear truly ran across other parts of her body things much lower, much more sensitive. Bulma had never experienced such closeness in her life, no one had ever been allowed to truly steal away her soul and now that’s what seemed to be happening.
Suddenly it was gone, replaced by a bone chilling coldness. Hands braced them self on her shoulders shoving her over backwards. Vegeta stood now a few feet away, his face stoic. Then he was gone in the blink of an eye, having never finished his sentence. Having never told her what he had wanted so badly he felt the need to come and pester her while she worked.
Reaching a hand up the woman touched her ear gently, it no longer hurt, what had just happened, what had that been all about and why, why did she feel so alone and cold now…
Turning around with a swallow Bulma knew she still had to get her damn job done. Fighting off the strange sensation of loneliness Bulma got the special tool she needed to finish the job. From out of her tool box Bulma pulled out just what she need… One very large mallet.
“When in doubt, get a bigger Hammer...”
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A/N: More shall come soon, this story is driving me nuts, I can't wait to get the rest written, I hope you guys like it too please R&R.
-The Enforcer