Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Nothings ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Sweet Nothings
Rated R
By: MadRiver

Chapter 2

"Oh, hell!" He said to himself as he scowled at the ceiling. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Crawl after her and beg her to come back? If that's what she wanted, she had another thing coming.

He was seriously considering flying to that hut Kakkarot's harpy called home and ridding the universe of her existence. What was even worse, he still didn't know what had happened and now, to add insult to injury, the woman was abandoning him! HIM! She didn't even bother giving him any other reason other than she was tired of simply being his mate!

"Commitment, bah!" He scoffed as he got up and searched for his sweat pants. He had been committed to the blasted woman since that first night they had been together. He didn't seek any other mates, he hadn't impregnated anyone else with his brats; he was loyal and nice to her! NICE! Just thinking the word made him shudder.

He found his pants lying in a heap on the floor in front of the woman's closet, where she had flung them in her hurry to get to him, and pulled them on. He stared at the closed closet door and took a deep breath.

What was she trying to pull? No, better yet, what the hell was she up to? Usually, he would have been the one thrown out of their room and made to sleep in the guestroom. After all, this was originally her room so all of her things where in here, tucked into any niche she could find. His things were easier to move, he had them all folded and put away in drawers.

"She is doing something..." His voice trailed off as he turned around to look at the room. Everywhere he looked was something of hers. Her vanity, littered with all kinds of concoctions she liked to smear her face with; the nightstands, filled with pictures of her friends and... Them.

He walked to her side of the bed and picked up one of the pictures. She didn't know, but this particular one was his favorite. In it, she was cradling Trunks in her arms and was smiling to the camera, her eyes sparkling with joy.

He was standing right behind her, his right arm was hanging at his side but, his left hand was around her waist pressing her back to him a fact that the bundle that was Trunks hid from the camera's view.

This picture was taken a few months after Cell and it had been around the same time when he had finally stopped fighting it and accepted the inevitable: that he was undoubtedly a mated Saiyan and whose mate had bore him a son. His possessiveness had known no bounds then, and still didn't know any now. He was already in too deep by the time the picture was taken.

He sighed and put the picture back down. He turned and walked to the balcony doors, opening them to step outside. He leant against the railing, crossed his arms and took in the night air. He wasn't stupid; he knew exactly what the woman was asking him to do.

She wanted him to stand in front of her friends and family and profess his undying devotion to her. It was easy enough to accomplish; that is if you were some silly human male. He had enough trouble trying to smile in front of people, now she wanted him to open up in front of a crowd of strangers and show his feelings. He grimaced.

There was no way she was going to talk him into this. Pulling out his own teeth with his bare hands sounded better than that.

He could just see it now. Him, dressed in some penguin-like get up, waiting for her to walk down an aisle while the idiots she called friends pasted goofy smiles on their faces and her ditzy mother slobbered all over her dimwitted, and equally affected, father.

The place would swarm with business associates and the nosy media, who would fight to get the most revealing picture or try to weasel an exclusive with someone close to 'the couple'. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

She had once tricked him into going to one of those silly events and the experience had left him seriously doubting the sanity of the people in this planet. He was forced to sit through the whole arduous ordeal, while the thing the woman had tied around his neck threatened to cut his oxygen off.

The woman getting hitched, as Bulma had put it, was the daughter of one of her father's oldest business associates and the two had a relationship of some sort. When the woman in question had started walking down the aisle he had had to make an incredible effort to not burst out laughing.

The tiny thing had been draped in layers, upon layers, upon layers of clothing, with a hideous hat pinned to her hair while a sheer fabric trailed endlessly behind her along with more of the clothing.

His woman had gushed about how beautiful she looked and he had snorted at her. In truth, he still couldn't figure out how someone so small had managed to drag all that weight with her and still manage to dazzle everyone with her pearly white smile.

But that hadn't been the end of that.

During the ceremony some reporters had managed to sneak inside and started to randomly flash their cameras at anything and everything they could before they had been dragged away, kicking and screaming, by security.

At the front, the man and woman, now standing on some dais, swore to each other to love and honor each other for eternity while he could smell, all the way from where he was sitting, the scent of the woman standing beside the 'bride' all over the 'groom'.

At the end of their speech they had kissed and were presented to the audience as the new Mr. and Mrs. Something or other. Then the couple had run out and everyone had hurried to their cars.

In a whirlwind of confusion he found himself sitting at a table with the woman and her parents, waiting for the happy couple to reappear. From then on it's all a myriad of color, loud music, dancing, off key singing and arguments, meshed together in his head as he had overindulged himself and had gotten stinking drunk; anything to numb the pain had been his motto.

All in all, it had been fairly entertaining in a circus-like sort of way. He chuckled. There was no way he was putting himself through that kind of humiliation.

The woman would just have to suck it up and deal with it. With that final thought he went back inside and took a look around the room again.

The sheets were rumpled, prove of the activity that had taken place not too long ago and her clothing still littered the floor, where she had left them in her hurry to leave his presence. He closed his eyes and breathed in her heady scent that intermingled with his stronger one in the air about him.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open as he finally realized what she was trying to do.

This room was filled with them. Every nook and cranny was testament to their loving, every corner a vivid reminder of what they shared everyday. The woman knew his senses were keener than a human's was!

My God, she was trying to make him miss her! To make him want her! She was manipulating the situation in order to bend him to her will!

The woman had more balls than he ever gave her credit for. What was even worst, she was already succeeding! He was walking aimlessly all over the room, touching everything like a... lovesick fool!

His eyebrows lowered to a frown and his mouth curled into an indignant scowl, his eyes shone with an emotion he had not felt in a very long time and especially not towards his mate: rage.

He had never fancied himself as a very stable man, the smallest things could send him over the edge, and this one definitely took the cake!

The little bitch was trying to control him! To manipulate him! She was using mind games with him! He curled his fingers into fists and growled picturing her pretty little neck snapping between them. He shook his head in disbelief then threw it back and roared furiously.

He walked angrily towards the end of the bed, and glared at it. How many times had he taken her in that bed? How many times had he made her scream his name in rapture while he took her over and over again?

He had made her his mate! His Queen! He had gone against everything he knew; he had compromised his principles and his pride and actually taken her and accepted her as HIS MATE! A human mate! Now the conniving little bitch did this!

Vegeta was angry enough to kill at the moment. He could not believe the gall of the woman. He had trusted her! Not since Freeza had he felt this used. He had sworn to never be subjected to anyone's whim again, to never get himself in a situation where he was at somebody else's mercy.

And now, his own woman was using trickery, and her knowledge of him, to use it against him! He seethed as he took a fistful of the blankets and shredded them with his hands until only rags lay scattered around him on the floor.

What the fuck was she thinking? No, better yet, what was he thinking? He had been mopping about for over a good hour now, and the stupid woman had only just left him! Had he truly become this weak?

He was seething. He could not remember the last time he had been this angry so he took a calming breath and struggled to reign in his anger.

He couldn't afford to lose his temper now. The woman might lack common sense, but she had brains; he needed a cool head if he was going to deal with her scheming ways and beat her at her own game. His mouth curled into a cruel smile.

"Yes... I must remain calm," he mused as he reached down to pick up what remained of the blankets and ignited them in his hands, getting rid of the evidence so to speak. He chuckled evilly.

No one ridicules the prince of all Saiyans, and actually expects to get away with it. He thought disdainfully. The woman needed to be taught a lesson, and he was just the person to do it.

Vegeta walked into the bathroom and searched in the linen closet for some clean sheets and then went on to make his bed. He would not leave the room. On the contrary, staying here would only strengthen his resolve, feeding his anger and stoking his fury.

"I will show that silly human just how this game is played," he whispered as he laid face up on the bed and smirked at the ceiling, folding his arms under his head. "The woman is nothing but a novice when compared to me." He chuckled once again.

Perhaps he had been overly nice to her and that's why she thought she could pull these little stunts. She should have known better; he had been playing games like these for as long as he could remember.

Deceit was his specialty; after all, one did not kiss a twisted lizard's ass for the most part of his life and not learn a thing or two. Nothing the woman conjured could ever compare to the pink lizard's sick mind. He had seen and heard everything during his time as Freeza's 'pet monkey' and he would use all the knowledge he possessed for his advantage.

He laughed out loud with perverse glee. The woman was about to see a part of him, she'd only had glimpses of. He had always held back for her, but no more!

Even at the beginning her glittering blue eyes had held him captivated and he had made visible efforts to keep himself from truly going off on her. But it seemed that now she wanted to play rough.

She would get to meet the real Prince Vegeta, the destroyer of planets and killer of millions; Freeza's favorite mercenary. She should be glad, only his most worthy opponents ever got to see him full force. He would show her no mercy!

She had grudgingly won his trust through the years and now, over some stupid delusion, she had thrown it all away! He felt betrayed and that made him burn with ire. She had seen and touched a part of him no one ever had, and for that she would pay as well.

"The little bitch thinks she can deliver ultimatums and withhold what is rightfully mine," he glared at the ceiling, his mood turning from smug satisfaction to rage once again. She was his, and he would make sure she never forgot that either.

He decided how things went, not her. He would take whatever he wanted, and consequences be damned! For better or worse, he was stuck with her. He had given any chance of gaining back his freedom the moment he had accepted her as his mate. He had promised to never leave her side again and, tarnished though it was, he still had his honor. A true warrior never broke his promise.

However, she had declared war on him, and he was going to fight back. The silly woman would never know what hit her. His mouth curled into a devious smile as he thought of ways to torment her. He would use diplomacy to bring this enemy down. She could never be a challenge to him physically but mentally she could give anyone a run for his or her money.

What she didn't know was that his mind knew no bounds either. In Freeza's court he had been an avid pupil. He narrowed his eyes into slits as he pictured her in his mind's eye lying naked beneath him, cheeks flushed and heaving breasts, begging him to fulfill her. He growled in satisfaction and smirked.

She would not know what to do with him, when it all came down to it. Since she wanted him so badly, she was going to get him.

"Victory, will be sweet indeed."

End Chapter 2

MadRiver