Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ tHe DeStInY oF ChAlLeNgE ❯ Will of Deceit... ( Chapter 15 )

The Destiny of Challenge

~Disclaimer- Obviously I do not own DBZ! But I own this story and the writing is my own as well!

~Author's Note- Here the next chapter! The main plotline is about to start, so keep reading. Be expecting some major twists around the corner. In the following chapters, extreme obstacles test Vegeta and Bulma's possible love, the only question remaining; Will his dark heart tear their chances apart?

Chapter 15~ Will of Deceit…

Lady Nakilia just stood, waiting for Bulma to get close enough. Annoyed that Bulma was walking at a painstakingly slow pace, Nakilia had to restrain a snarl that was beginning to form in her chest. Though a quick glance to her lover, Vegeta cured her animalistic growl and soothed it into a sultry purr. She allowed the soft moan to escape her lips as she eyed the Prince sensually. Meeting his ebony orbs, Nakilia traced her lips with her heated tongue, exposing her sexual tension openly.

None of Nakilia's actions went unnoticed by two piercing sapphire eyes, though Bulma figured that was the point to her little game. Raising her head high, Bulma continued her slow strides, just trying to agitate the Lady more so, and apparently it worked as Nakilia's attention was drawn to her. Finally only three feet separated the glaring women.

"Wasn't that quite the performance." Nakilia commented, her eyes squinting into a piercing glare directed at the sapphire pools that glared back at her.

"It was no performance, Lady Nakilia." Bulma sneered.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Nakilia taunted as she looked into the hard cold gaze of the Saiyan no Ouji.

"And just what might the Prince think?" Nakilia inquired, placing her hands on the feminine curves of her hips.

"Nothing that you need labor your quaint mind with." Vegeta replied testily as he strode away.

Nakilia stared at Vegeta's retreating back questionably. She couldn't comprehend what had caused him to be so infuriated and impatient. Though even in her awkward state of mind, the Prince's dizzied steps did not go unnoticed.

What the hell?, Nakilia thought looking quizzically at the tiles he had just stepped over, almost checking for any ruptures that would cause his misguided steps. To her great dismay she found none.

So, the little whore got him worked up, Nakilia snarled inwardly though maintained her composure as she returned her hateful gaze to the source of her problems, Bulma. She'll never be a match to me, her mind resolved as a cynical grin curved her lips.

"What has you smiling now? Did the Prince buy you a new collar?" Bulma mocked, mimicking Nakilia's pose.

With a cruel laugh Nakilia spoke, "You may be a vicious snake, but always know this." A moment's pause enveloped the furious pair of females before she spoke again, in a rough foreboding voice, "I'll eternally be venomous tenfold."

"Is there a moral to your story?" Bulma asked lazily, yawning widely.

"If you really need me to summarize it for you, don't fuck with me bitch, there'll be hell to pay!" Nakilia said in a deadly whisper.

"The debt's overdue, but I'll give you another chance. Go ahead and try another threat." Bulma responded in the same haunting whisper.

"If you truly think you can mingle with a Lady of my class, I'm waiting."

"I wouldn't stoop as low to your ranks, a Lady who has trouble with breathing without the presence of another is one of great weakness and lack of stamina. It's your choice, if you'd wish to face your demise, so be it." Bulma growled menacingly.

"Hell would freeze over before you could bring my annihilation." Nakilia remarked curtly.

"Face it, this is hell. The only question that remains is if you're ready to face your demons?" Bulma said roughly as her tail lashed frantically behind her. This was an open gesture, with her tail freed and feral, that she saw the Lady Nikalia as no threat, only a nuisance.

"I assume you believe that you'll be the deliverer?" Nakilia taunted, her tail uncurling from her waist and repeating Bulma's gesture.

"I propose a settling to our quarrel." Bulma said, her voice laced with venomous hate.

"Is that so?" Nakilia snarled.

"Saiyan style." Bulma proclaimed, her tail whipping more furiously.

"The only way." Nakilia agreed as she sidestepped into a fighting stance.

"I'm sure the Prince would be flattered that you two lovely ladies were quarreling over him, but unfortunately you are not authorized to finish qualms at this Tri-Celebration." Some masculine voice reprimanded softly.

Both of the women's heads jerked about as they searched for the owner of the intruding voice.

"What?" Bulma cried, infuriated that they dare try and stop her from her goal of terrorizing the calculating wench that stood before her.

"That is, unless you ladies would like to make it an open quarrel?" the voice spoke again while stepping forward, a grin firmly placed on his handsome features.

"The more that witness her failure, the better." Bulma growled anxiously as she moved toward the large doorways. Stepping outside subtly she walked to the middle of the hall that was directly outside. Nakilia followed shortly, a band of Saiyans close at her heels.

"I suggest we move to open sands." Nakilia spat as she rose into the air swiftly, dashing from sight to the closest deserts from the estate.

"All that wish to view, come on your own terms." Bulma snapped tersely as she flew in the direction that Nakilia had just vanished into.

The Saiyans that knew of what was to occur leapt into the air as well, quickly heading to the sparring sight. At most seventy-six Saiyans remained at the estate while the others dashed off. The curious Saiyans arrived to find the two females, glaring at each other, but you could see the genuine glint of anticipation within their hate blazing orbs.

Both were positioned in fighting stances as they seemed to wait for the perfect moment to strike. Just as a ray of serine metallic light flickered from the moon overhead, the two females lunged at each other ferociously, their teeth bared and hands clenched. The first to attempt an attack was Lady Nakilia as she tossed her tanned fist at her nemesis. Bulma appeared to be anticipating the attack as she dodged it easily. Then countering with her own attack, she brought her slender leg into the unprotected side of Nakilia. With a cough marred with blood and bodily fluids, Nakilia fought for a breath before she was tossed roughly into the unrelenting sands of Vegeta-sei. Her body was hefted up into the air and thrown upwards before her back was hammered, causing her body to drift downwards once more. With a feral snarl, Nakilia stopped her body, flaring her ki she ripped at her attackers body with her bared claws. She reveled in the feeling of the flesh that was torn by her powerful hands. With one last slash she exposed Bulma's corded pectoral muscles. Apparently the gems that covered Bulma's gown were more useful than a simple beauty item, though they didn't protect Bulma's now clawed flesh of her arms and chest.

A groan of rage ruptured from Bulma's throat as she reached for Nakilia's thin neck. Having not being fast enough to catch the swift movement, Nakilia now felt the quickly tightening grip around her neck. Gasping for air Nakilia kicked out at her attacker. Although several thrashing legs penetrated Bulma's defense, it did not loosen the grip that still held to her throat.

Bulma's silken aqua tail lashed rapidly about her as she constricted Nakilia's throat. A triumphant smirk etched across her rose red lips as she watched the once constantly sure Lady, thrash with pain. But the moment was short lived as her eyes were blinded by an unknown source of light. Shortly after she was thrown into the sands, still blinded yet willfully trying to see past the blaring light. As soon as the light faded Bulma saw Nakilia gingerly rubbing her throat, yet all the while laughing bitterly. Narrowing her eyes Bulma rose to her feet and re-entered her fighting position.

"Do you wish to play again?" Nakilia snarled.

"But the games never ended." Bulma mocked as she lunged at the dark haired Saiyan.

The attempt was futile as she let the rage within her overwhelm the concentration she had once held. Nakilia dodged the attack, but before Bulma could regroup she slammed her fist into Bulma's stomach with an iron fist. Afterwards swiftly kicking her in the head, Bulma was tossed to the now bloodied sand. Without given the chance to stand, Bulma clenched her fists, digging her nails into her soft skin, as Nakilia grabbed hold of her precious tail. Never releasing a whimper, Bulma turned her head quickly to stare into the deceitful glare of Nakilia. Her sapphire orbs flared with unbidden hate as her ki fluctuated with her raging emotions. Was she truly fighting for him? Bulma wondered as each labored breath evoked pain, both physically and emotionally.

"Give up yet?" Nakilia sneered, though sadistic glee laced her voice.

Silence ensued as Bulma's eyes flashed from sapphire to an icy blue.

"I shall never yield!" Bulma screamed in a voice of uncanny power.

Her lungs seemed to breathe the power and rage she now felt as she tore from Nakilia's grasp, and with swift movements brought Nakilia to harsh sands. As Bulma pounced atop Nakilia's now still form, her body was roughly ground through the particles of her homeland. No time was wasted as Bulma pummeled Nakilia's unprotected face in a flurry of fists. Once satisfied that her opinion of the woman beneath her was clear, Bulma spat on her bloodied and bruised face.

"May the bruises that mar your features and the blood you split on the sands of Vegeta-sei, forever remind you of your failure and my supremacy over your worthless existence." Bulma growled, her tone dangerously low as she rose from the motionless form of Lady Nakilia.

After several moments, Bulma rose into the midnight sky with a snarl of disgust. Hastily she made her way to the courtyard of Lord Zaladar's estate, where she usually took peace in, ignoring the obvious rip that contorted her dress at her stomach. She desperately needed to accumulate some kind of conclusion to the raging emotions that constantly ruled her actions.

Silently, the Prince watched her retreating form fall into the shadows that swallowed the planet he stood on.

As soon as Bulma had left the scene, Nakilia rose to her feet. Her eyes glared at all that surrounded her as she rose to the air as well.

She may have won this battle, but I will be the victorious in the war, Nakilia's thoughts raged as she returned to the estate. As soon as she was clean and the blood that now crusted her body vanished, she would start her planning.

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Bulma fumbled with her fingers obnoxiously as she stretched her mind to discover answers. Any answers, anything that would ease her troubled heart.

I didn't enter that battle for him, right? I don't give a damn about him!, Bulma thought, her mind affirming to her that all was true, but her heart saw otherwise. The conflicting sides within her only confused her further. How could she ever subdue these overwhelming questions, when only one could answer them for her.

Why even bother, she growled inwardly. She knew no answers could be obtained from the bastard of a Prince.

"At least I'm sure of one thing." Bulma muttered as she gazed at the stones that marked the pathway to the courtyard she now occupied. With a heaving sigh she tilted her head to the side, as if different positions would help her resolve the unending problems.

"Why me?" she growled, raising her ki faintly. She bit her bottom lip and decided in that moment that pouting would do. Her face was now contorted in odd positions just as her arms crossed around her chest. Any that would have seen her would think her a mere adolescent, she was acting like one anyways.

"Pity, is a sign of weakness." A masculine voice growled.

Bulma didn't have to second-guess who spoke the rough words.

"I pity only one." Bulma responded, mocking his previous tone.

"And who might that be?" Vegeta asked, his tone hinting no interest.

"You."

"I need no pity, nor do I desire so." Was the cold reply as he approached her.

"Oh, but you do, sire." Bulma mocked.

"You dare question the Saiyan Prince!" Vegeta barked infuriated by her insolence.

When Bulma had mocked him before was when he was portraying Stump and he had no title to hold. So, it could be overlooked, but in instances such as now he was the Saiyan no Ouji.

"Speaking in the third person," Bulma said dispassionately, "that shows intelligence.", she taunted coolly.

"Foolish onna, you speak to me as if I'm a third class baka!" he accused as he now stood in front of her.

Silence prevailed over the pair as midnight winds swept past their still forms. Bulma was astonished, did he truly believe that she didn't know Stump and himself were one in the same?

How stupid does he think I am!, Bulma raged inwardly as her eyes widened.

"Surprising, I thought you never shut your incessant mouth." Vegeta said with a cruel chuckle.

Clamping her mouth down she glared at him viciously.

"Fine, my mouth shall remain eternally closed in your presence!" she grumbled while averting her gaze to her side, turning her body as well. Suddenly finding the stone walkway of extreme interest she studied it closely.

"Though intriguing, I must say it's also disappointing." Was his reply as he looked down at her angled form.

Turning her head back to view him, she game him a quizzical look but remained silent.

"You wonder why this is so, onna?" Vegeta asked as a soft chuckle vibrated his iron chest.

A quick nod of her head affirmed his question as she continued to loose herself under his dark gaze. Wonders of the mysteries behind the fathomless depths echoed through her mind as she watched him carefully.

"Actions are stronger than a thousand words." Vegeta concluded softly as he studied her.

Although she had just been sparring, her beautiful features could not be hidden by the grim or blood that was smeared across her face. Smoothly, the Prince brought his hands gently on her shoulders. Holding them in what he would consider a soft grasp he brought her to her feet, forcing her to stand, but his hands remained on her, helping to steady her suddenly dizzy form. Lifting one hand from its current place, he stoked her face soothingly, brushing away a stray blue strand. Closing the distance between them, as he once had before, he traced her lips with his tongue. Without hesitance Bulma parted her lips, granting the ministrations his heated tongue inflicted on her. A smirk curved his smooth lips as he heard the moan his touch evoked out of the tender woman within his arms. Releasing her gently he took a step back, separating their bodies more than either liked.

"How could I evoke moans of pleasure, from a onna that wishes to deny what she wants? But don't let my opinion waver your own." Vegeta spoke in a timber voice that taunted her, but made her yearn for him even more so as well.

Her eyes blinked widely, as if trying to flicker the moment away along with he passing breeze. Bulma's face contorted in anger, her eyes narrowing after menacingly. Raising her nose to the air she stalked away hastily, before she gave in to the Prince and begged for more. Vegeta's eyes followed her all the way, the smirk never faltering, but inside he was raging. He truly expected the woman to give in and allow herself the pleasure, as well as he.

"Damn her pride!" Vegeta snarled as he too stalked from the scene and towards the building he had been given for his short stay here at the estate, as the Prince that is.

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Walking at a brisk pace, Nakilia made her way through the numerous halls of the estate. After speaking with Lord Zaladar she was infuriated to discover that she and the Prince were to settle within separate rooms! A snarl left her lips as she knocked on the decorated door she had stopped in front of.

No answer was received so she proceeded to do so, constantly.

"What in the name of Gora do you want?" a voice from within spoke in a rough voice.

Nakilia was suddenly relived that the door was blocking the glare she surely would have been receiving. Deciding not to answer she stepped into the room, roving her eyes in search of its occupant. She let out a small squeak as the Prince appeared in front of her from nowhere.

"Does that amuse you?" she snapped irritably.

"Humph." Vegeta mumbled with a devious smirk.

"You know Vegeta, my room is awfully lonely with just lil' ole me in there." She sighed exasperatedly, "It'll never do." She purred while tracing his abdomen with her skillful fingers. The glint in his eyes showed her that tonight, at least, her efforts would not go unwarranted.

Her hands slithered to the small of his back where she probed his fury appendage. Once she felt the heat of his body fill his essence, she stopped her ministrations, daintily walking from the room and towards her own. Before exiting Vegeta's room she turned to him and flicked her tongue in an inviting manner, before continuing out.

She didn't have to wait long, once inside her own room, for the Saiyan Prince to appear.

"I'm yours Vegeta." She whispered huskily while rolling onto her back, while on her luxurious bed.

"You're telling me things I know." He growled, joining her onto the ivory spread that covered the extravagant bed.

Tearing at his armor she shifted her weight anxiously as she attempted to do two things at once, taking her own garments at the same time. She succeeded in removing her battle torn dress, though his armor remained as he hovered over her, his hands planted at either side of her head. The first thing he noticed was the countless bruises and minor wounds that covered her once glorious body. A smirk entailed the thought the woman had caused such damage. Misinterpreting the Prince's smirk, Nakilia smirked as well as she pressed her body to his own, though still donned with royal armor.

"So impatient." He commented while he disrobed from the clingy armor, discarding it to the floor.

Avoiding any foreplay, Vegeta entered her, catching the Lady Nakilia by surprise. Though the shock was soon forgotten as feminine moans ensued. Everything was going as Nakilia had wanted, but fury shook her pleasure filled body as Vegeta repeated another's name. And to her utter horror, she discovered just whom the mysterious name belonged to. Hating to admit it, she knew only one did he call `onna'. With her face contorted in hideous rage, she doubled her efforts, trying to wash thoughts of the other female from the Prince's mind.

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"You were wrong, Stump. Lust can be overlooked by a skilled eye." She said in a strong willed voice that at that moment didn't seem to be her own as her heart filled with resentment and overwhelming pain. Revealing that she truly did know he was the infamous slave, only gave her a moments satisfaction, but it kept her wits about her as she looked upon his mask of indifference and cold exterior.

Silence prevailed heavily about the room, but Bulma cut through it with her cold voice of the deceit that contorted her past seemingly optimistic outlook of life into a raging blur of pain.

"Rule number one: Never love the enemy." Bulma said raggedly.

Spinning on her heel she started to walk from the building, from her pain, from the betrayer. Stopping midway, she didn't bother to turn as she spoke,

"But don't worry, Vegeta. I've rectified my errors, though be assured that you shall never." She said, her broken voice betraying her icy exterior. She dare not turn and reveal her now mystified eyes as she left the Prince to choke on her words. Though in reality, he truly was.

Love?, his mind raced as her words echoed through his body and soul.