Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid ❯ Is it hot in here? ( Chapter 17 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ravenreux 
Bardock's crew lands on Chikyuu and Chichi gets caught in some hot water while things heat up on Vegeta's ship..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.03.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 498 | Status: Completed
Bardock's crew lands on Chikyuu and Chichi gets caught in some hot water while things heat up on Vegeta's ship..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.03.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 498 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ...Akira Toriyama does...and that's not my name...so bad luck for me.
Chapter 17
Chikyuu
Bardock got up from his chair and stepped closer to the open window of the cockpit. The brilliant blue of Chikyuu's sky smiled back at him from in between the enormous fluffy clouds. "Even after all these years, the sky hasn't succumbed to the toxicity of the trade world. Has it?" He turned and directed his question at the young girl seated beside his son.
She smiled and stood up to come up beside him. "Mother Nature is very resilient." Moving closer, she pressed her open palm against the triple-reinforced glass. "But despite all the battering she's taken, the battle has not been one-sided." Turning away, she hugged herself and glanced at Kakarrot. "Since the trading posts were stationed here, disease has increased tenfold. And being a trading planet, Chikyuu isn't sanctioned to recieve any part of the vaccinations needed to cure the sick. Only outside planets are allowed to screen the shipments for infectious diseases and protect themselves against it."
Kakarrot got up from his chair and crossed the room to pull her into his arms. "That's why we're coming. We want to help you be freed of this mess."
Bardock couldn't stop the half-smile as he watched his youngest son comfort his young love. It had taken them nearly two weeks to reach Chikyuu from Station 12. Mostly because they had to use back road space trails to avoid being detected by Frieza's soldiers. During that time, the two of them had gotten close. How close he didn't know, but there clearly was a very strong connection between the two. Turning, he glanced at her snoozing partner. I'm still not sure whether to trust them completely or not, but Kakarrot's instincts are usually very accurate. He left the lovebirds to join his nichan at the ship's control. "How much futher until we land?"
Turles didn't glance up as he read the screen's display. "We'll dock in about five minutes.." He typed in a few commands. "..and hopefully we won't be flagged by the PortMaster." His tail slipped around his waist as he spoke. "I'm still not sure if we should be trusting a pair of wayward space travelers."
"We'll soon find out." He spread his stance so that he could better withstand any jarring as the ship docked. He absently watched Turles manually guided the cruiser into the port. Within a planetary atmosphere was the only time the ship couldn't be set on autopilot. One too many crashes for anyone's liking. Positioning the ship between the twin arms the reached out to recieve it, the ship shuddered only twice as the arms latched on. Turles released the controls and allowed the ship to be retracted into place. The cruiser was officially docked after another brief shudder and a loud popping sound.
Turles looked around and shrugged. "All's well."
"Let's go." Everyone turned to watch Juunana stand swiftly and exit the cockpit.
Bardock glanced over at Chichi, his look questioning. Sliding away from Kakarrot, she slung her bag over her shoulder. "If you want to make it past the Portmaster, we have to move now. They'll be here soon." Latching onto Kakarrot's wrist, she dragged him out behind her.
The only other person in the room yawned as he stood up from his seat. "Guess they know what they're doing."
Bardock watched Toma leave, gave Turles a final glance before turning and following them out. Walking off ramp from the ship, they were immediately immersed into the hustle and bustle of the trading community that had taken root on Chikyuu. It felt odd to not be at head of thier group, but the longer they walked the more he was glad he wasn't. This place is too unfamiliar for us to blend in well enough. We'd be spotted for sure. To ensure futher inconspicuousness, Chichi had them separate into two smaller groups of three, with Bardock staying with her and his son. The crowds reminded him very much of Station 12, the species diverse as well as plentiful. Chichi suddenly stopped, swinging her arm behind her to stop Kakarrot from stepping forward. Bardock ducked into the shadows, pulling them in as well. "Portmaster guards."
Chichi wiggled out of Kakarrot's grip and slipped to the corner to peer out of the aisle they were hiding in. "They're looking for someone.." She snorted quietly. "..us no doubt." Shrugging her bag off her shoulder, she tossed it into Kakarrot's open arms. "Take that for me will ya?"
His brow furrowed curiously. "What are you...?"
"I need you and your Tousan to fly to the outskirts of town while I distract them." She slipped toward the crowd.
Kakarrot lunged forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "Are you insane? They'll kill you if they catch you."
"Quiet down!" She pulled her slender arm from his tight grip and rubbed it. "You may be one of the strongest beings in the universe, but I rule here." She smirked as his eyes widened at her cocky declaration. "I grew up on these streets, all by my lonesome for most of it, and then later it was my hunting ground as an operative." She smiled sweetly and patted his arm. "I think I can handle myself." Stepping back, she took a deep breath and sent him one last look before dashing out of sight.
Kakarrot's hands fisted in the bag's fabric. "I swear I'm gonna beat some sense into her."
Bardock cracked up and quickly clapped a hand on his son's shoulder as he turned to glare at him. "You do that and you're gonna have a hell of a fight on your hands."
Growling softly, he slung the bag's sash over his head and settled it across his wide chest. Reckless, she's completely reckless. Moving toward the crowd, he scanned the faces as his heart thumped hard against his ribcage. Where is she?! It made his stomach churn as he focused harder for her in the swirling surges of the crowd. It had become apparent to him over the two weeks that they'd spent together that her past was a touchy subject. Not in the sense that she wouldn't talk about it, but it was coupled with angry sarcasm and a pained look in her eye that made him want scream at her to just 'Let it out!'. But he'd held his tongue and resigned himself to waiting. There was something else there, but I won't push. Instead, he'd filled in most of the silence with stories of his own troubled youth. He smirked as he remembered her saying. "I like comforting others better than myself." If you'd only let yourself lose control for a single moment.
Which brought them back to their current situation. A very capable pair of hardened fighters were waiting for a young girl to break them out, and obeying. How ironic. A flash of color caught his eye and as he turned, a barrage of ki blasts were sent shooting after a small, clearly running, figure. "Kuso!" He launched himself into the air and sped after her.
Bardock scrubbed a hand over his scarred face and grimaced. "Great, now I've got get them both."
Drifting through hyperspace
There was only one thing that truly scared the supreme ruler of the universe, and that was that one of his own would ultimately bring about his doom.
That, Vegeta thought. is most fitting. He scanned the screen of the radio transponder and found himself smirking at what it was telling him. "So it seems I've been deceptive." He cut Raditz a glance from the corner of his eye. "It appears I need to work on my poker face."
Raditz laughed and swiveled in his chair to fully face him. "Do you want to find a temporary home-away-from-home?"
Vegeta mulled it over in his head. "Yes, some back-water planet where I won't have to think about hiding my training on." Training on the ship was only really good for maintaining fitness. It was nowhere near enforced enough to withstand the repercussions of training, let alone a full out assault. The hull would crumble like scared schoolgirl. It most definitely wouldn't be able to withstand the breakthrough he'd accomplished the last time he'd been able to dedicate a focused amount of time on training. His crooked grin grew as he flexed his fingers in anticipation. This little pit stop will also give me a chance to actually fight. The last time he'd been in a combat area, he'd been the one watching others get mowed down. Not exactly combat. Combined with his seemingly perpetual sleeplessness, the lack of action was taking it's toll on his body.
"There's a dried out desert planet not to far from here that was abandoned after the resources gave out." Raditz tapped some keys and a large tan ball bloomed onto the screen.
It reminded him of a dried-out basketball he'd found while scouring for information on Chikyuu. He glanced at the read-outs coming from the satillites orbiting the planet. "There's absolutely no signs of viable life?"
Raditz nodded. "Affirmative."
"Excellent." Vegeta crossed his arms. "Set a course." Now that that'd been handled, he turned on his heel and tossed back over his shoulder. "You can find me in the training rooms." He didn't wait for Raditz's response and strode leisurely through the echoing steel halls, listening to click of his own boot heels as they resounded back to him. Knowing the hall like the back of his hand, his eyes slid shut and he filtered out the echoes to better hear the other occupants of the ship. A level below him, he could hear the incoherent ramblings of Nappa as he wandered about his lobotomized prison. The pang of guilt that usually erupted at that thought had died a quick death many, many years ago. It was either that or let it consume me...and I wasn't planning on dying anytime soon. He turned left without a hesitation and followed the hall, catching snatches of the conversation that Raditz's female was having with herself as she showered. Ridiculous. He stopped in front of the first training room door and realized that only one of them was silent. Bulma.
He eyes snapped open and glared at the emptiness of the hallway. He didn't particularly know why her behavior annoyed him so much, but he'd hardly caught a glimspe of her during the past week. For some probably inane reason she's been avoiding me. Slamming his fist into the door in front of him, he cut off that meek sounding thought. Growling softly, he strode into the training room. "Females." A hiss of intaken breath made him turn his head to the right. He caught sight of his company and felt like slapping himself upside the head. Perfect.
Bulma managed to calm her breathing as she took in th fact that it was only Vegeta. Oh yeah, like, only Vegeta! Her ears caught the faint sound of the door locking behind him and her shoulders slumped in defeat. You knew you couldn't avoid him forever, so you might as well get it over with. She had to almost force herself to meet his questioning gaze as he started to stretch. Started to stretch!! A light coat of sweat broke out on her skin. "You're not planning on sparring with me, are you?"
He glanced up from rotating his right shoulder. "So it speaks." He dropped his arm to his side and cocked his head. "This is a training room, I might add."
"Yes, I'm aware of that." It was the one place she'd found to have been good to escape from him. Okay, so he wants to spar. This in no way a direct result of dodging him for a week while you got a grip on yourself. Setting her shoulders, she rolled her head around and swung her arms to loosen up. "Alright, fine."
Vegeta's left eye narrowed, almost like a twitch, but it was soon gone. Interesting. Whatever's put a bug up her ass has apparently left for the duration. "I won't give you an advantage."
She laughed, a scoffing sound. "Like I didn't already know that?" She bent her knees and crouched, hands held in front of her. "You forget, I fought you once before."
He lunged forward, phased out, and reappeared behind her. Grinning, he swung his heel into her lower back and sent her sailing across the room. "If you actually call that a fight." He landed lightly on the balls of his feet. "More like child's play."
The pain radiated up and down her spine in waves as she used her knee to get back to her feet. Same old Vegeta, still packs a wallop. Gritting her teeth, she straightened up and turned ot glare at him. He was grinning evilly at her and she could feel the familiar rage slowly boiling to the surface. How I ever felt any pity for this vindictive son of a bitch is beyond me! She threw her hands out in front of her and cartwheeled her way toward him. Springing off her hands from three feet away, she spun quickly and managed to catch him off guard, her heel connecting with his jaw. Landing lightly, she followed it up and a swift right hook to the temple. "You're starting to piss me off."
He took the blows in stride and and grabbed her wrist in his tight grasp. "Is that why you've been hiding out?" Jerking backward, he used his weight to whip her through the air and into the wall behind him. Her technique is strange, I've never seen it before. Intrigued, he watched as she sprung off the wall like a coil and stalled in the air.
Bulma smirked. "No." Wagging a lone finger, she charged five tiny balls of ki at the end of each fingertip. "I never hide." I'm not about to put Raditz in hot water...not after what he told me. She knew without a doubt that the Saiyan no Ouji standing before her just might transform into a raging Oozaru if he knew what she knew.
Vegeta couldn't stop his grin at her obliviousness. She is way out of her league here. He lifted a brow, nonchalantly. "Then I don't suppose you could tell me why?"
"My reasons are fully my own." She bulged the energy larger in her palm. "Just because you're Prince Vegeta and I'm part Saiyan, doesn't mean I have to obey you." Her tail whipped out from around her waist to swing back and forth with agitation.
Normally, he'd start to sizzle angrily at such blunt defiance, but he found himself stepping toward her with curiosity. Never before had he burned to know something so much. He started to wrack his brain for a reason for her apparent madness, when he suddenly remembered something. This all started after I left her with Raditz.... Eyes narrowing, he slowly lifted off the floor and leveled out across from her. "You want to tell me what he told you?"
She'd seen the hardening of his expression and the very quick wheels turning in his head. Damn girl, you had to pick a smart one didn't ya? Straightening out her arm, her slight smirk disappeared into a grim line. "What was said is none of your business."
He moved faster than she anticipated and knocked her hand aside, slamming his other fist into the tender flesh of her stomach. "He said it to you, which makes it my business."
"What?!" She gasped out as she clutched her abdomen and glared at him, blue eyes glittering dangerously. "Since when...have I become...your fucking possession?!" Come on Bulma! Pull yourself together! Snarling like a wild dog, she pulled her arms in front of her and blasted him at point blank range. "Deal with that!"
Vegeta took the hit and let it slide through him. It all made sense now, her shady behavior over the past several days. Did she actually think he wouldn't figure it out? The thought brought his anger level to a low boil, but he held himself in check as the smoke cleared. His charcoal black eyes connected with her swirling, twin seas and held. She'd recovered nearly completely, and that made him suddenly smile- albeit it was an amused one. She'd been holding back...severely it seems. Her power level was much higher than any other he'd encountered in a long time. Suddenly, he dropped to land lightly on the floor of the room. "A sneaky wench, aren't you?"
Bulma's body trembled. "Excuse me?" She dropped down and stalked over to glare right into his face. It wasn't that big of a gap considering he was maybe five feet ten inches tall.
"You were playing this whole time, hiding your true power level from me." He crossed his arms and tipped his chin up to glare down at her. It enjoyed him to end to watch her struggle to control herself. Too bad, she'll hate this. Reaching out, he easily rested his left hand around the base of her throat. It was then that he cursed himself for always wearing gloves. He wanted to feel the dewy texture of the silky skin of her neck. Mentally slapping himself, he got back on track. "Now tell me."
"Why?' She swallowed the thick knot in her throat as the sexual tension between the two of them sprang up to smack her. Ok, maybe I've been ignoring it...because it apparently hasn't left. The air quickly started to get thick and it made her breathing hitch. Even with the worn leather glove on his hand, his touch sent her skin tingling and heat coursing through her blood. All with a touch... Her body leaned toward him involuntarily and she felt his other arm wrap around her waist to anchor her to him. She had to bite her lip to stop the gasp as the jolting full body contact rattled her. I'm in uncharted territory here without a guide...I must be out of my mind!
Vegeta watched silently as her body responded, nearly going limp agianst him. His normally unaffected pulse started to accelerate slowly, increasing every second her pliant body molded itself to his own. Staring down into her nearly indigo-colored eyes, he felt himself losing control of his thoughts as his instincts came raging to the surface. Without hesistating he leaned his head down to hers and allowed her exoticly feminine scent to envelop his senses. His teeth teased her earlobe as he whispered quietly. "Tell me..."
Her slackened arms jumped to life at his touch and wrapped around his neck, effectively locking her against his steely chest. Threading her elegant fingers through his flaming hair, she tugged lightly to pull his head back. He was reluctant for a moment, but relaxed as one of her sure hands ran down his back, exploring each line and ridge of musculacure. "Promise me.." She boldly nipped at his chin, her eyes hooding hauntingly. "Promise me you won't blame him." Her long length of teal fur flicked back and forth before slowly coiling around his thigh. She could feel his breathing was as labored as her own, his rock hard chest expanding against her achingly sensitive breasts.
She's driving me insane! He was trembling in an effort to hold himself back. Her mouth was scant inches from his own, the warm puffs of air caressing his face. Fuck this. Ignoring his conscious thoughts, he nodded slightly and grasped the back of her head to close the gap between them.
On Chikyuu
Chichi ran like the devil was licking at her heels. Legs pumping, she dodged the consumers and vagrants that sprang before her and zigzaged between the rapid ki fire that was raining down around her. Okay, maybe this wasn't such a genius plan after all. Sweat slid down the bridge of her slight nose as she risked a glance behind her. Slicing through the dock smog were a trio of Port Guards, easily distinguished by their red uniforms, each with their weapon's sights trained on her. Suck it up, Chi! You've been in worst situations before. Her eyes caught a dark alcove between buildings and she veered to the right, a blast scorching the ground she'd just vacated. The alley was dank, smelling of rotting sewage, but it didn't stop her from running through the stagnant puddles littering the ground. There were doors on either side of her and she systematically slammed her shoulder into each until one finally gave way.
The third one on the right-side building crashed in easier that she'd anticipated and she crashed to the floor in a pile of wooden splinters, blood seeping from a deep gash in her bare shoulder. Grunting from the pain, she scrambled to her feet and dashed for the stairs. Fortunately, luck was on her side for this one. She managed to gain access to a private homing building and it was against the law for Port Guards to enter without the proper codes. Chichi made it to the second floor landing and hid in the shadows, sliding down the wall as she tried to calm her breathing. Fuck! The air stung against the jagged cut and blood ran over her fingers as she did a quick inspection. Her skin was split over the end of her collarbone and reached over the shoulder joint to end just shy of her tricep. The gash wasn't very deep, just extremely bloody, and positioned right where she couldn't do anything about it. Great, more scars.
A crash of glass sent her diving for cover as the large window across from the landing shattered. She rolled behind a steel pillar and hopped to her feet. Ducking back, she pressed herself flat against the pillar and listened. Whoever had burst through had stilled, and only a slight breathing rhythm could be heard in the utterly silent stairwell. Chichi shook the sweat from her face as her hands tightened their grip on her guns, easing them softly from their holsters to hold tight against her upper body. Eyes darting around, she caught sight of a hulking shadow on the wall opposite her. Whoever he is...he's big. Doubt started to cloud her thoughts. I don't know if I have enough fire power to knock this bull down! She wanted to stomp her feet in frustration, but knew it would alert him to her location.
But that's when the shadow started to move, closing in on her chosen hiding spot. Kuso! She slowly started to side-step to the right, back still flat to the pillar, and continued moving away from the shadow as it approached. Think! Think! There has to be a way! Her foot collided with something and she whipped her head around to stare at another level of stairs. It's the only way out! Confident in her decision, she crouched for a second and then exploded from her secluded spot and bolted up the stairs. Don't stop! Don't look back! Plaster and wood splintered behind her in waves as the nearly silent spits from his ki gun followed her progress up the stairs. She ducked behind a second pillar and couldn't stop herself from trembling as it was nearly disintigrated behind her. Eyes wild for an escape, all she saw were doors to homes. I refuse to endanger innocent bystanders! Risking a glance from her position, she saw her only means of escape. I have to go up. Slipping her guns back into their holsters, she stepped away from the pillar and held her hands up above her head. Alright Chi, here we go! Throwing her torso forward, she sprang off her hands and into a series of forward flips, effectively minimizing his target as she moved across the landing.
This time, instead of hesistating behind the pillar, she kept going, sprinting up the stairs three at a time. Only two more floors before I make it to the roof! She varied her timing and manuevering as she vaulted and dodged the blasts. She wasn't entirely lucky; stinging scalds swiftly swelling up on her bare arms and the smell of singed hair stuck in her nose as she dove for the final landing. She didn't wait to figure out where her hunter's location was, just running blindly across the landing and bursting through the top level door. Sunshine blinded her as she nearly collasped on weak knees, but she willed them to straighten and held up a hand to shield her eyes. Blinking the spots away, her brow furrowed as one particularly dark spot refused to leave. What the hell?
It was then that she noticed that the small little dot was the barrel a ki gun, aimed directly at her face.
In the training room
She'd been kissed many times by rough males and in all manner of ways, but the starkly rough intensity of Vegeta's kiss knocked all sense from her. It awoke something within her that had never been touched before, driving her to respond with equal abandon. His mouth moved hard against her soft lips, demanding entrance into the deeper recesses of her mouth. Bulma gripped him tightly in fear she just might collapse to the floor as her knees weakened. His tongue danced on her lips and she protested for a bit, savoring the feel of him against her. His richly dark tail encircled her waist, sending shivers of awareness through all of her sensitive nerve endings. Focusing, she touched his mind. "He told me about you."
Vegeta smirked against her mouth as the hand cradling her head slid up to massage the back of her jaw, effectively allowing him deeper access. "And?"
"I know...I know about.." It was hard to aline her thoughts as his tongue explored her mouth, gliding along the inside of her lips and snaring her own tongue in it's grasp. It was so encompassing, she could barely breath. She had to put a little muscle into it, but she managed to break away and take a deep, calming breath. "I know about what happened when-" Her voice caught in her throat as his tail jerked her upward, settling her nicely around his waist. The only way to stop herself from pitching backward was to wrap her legs around him, which it seemed, was exactly what he'd intended. Her head rolled back of it's own volition as he trailed his hot tongue down the long column of her neck and settling to lave the smooth hollow of her throat. A soft moan slipped from her lips and she frowned as she tried to pull him away. "Vegeta." His mouth moved achingly lower. I have to stop him! I need him to know! She bit back another moan and cuffed him on the back of the head. "Vegeta!"
"What?!" His head jerked back and his eyes glittered hungrily at her.
The primitively animalistic desire clouding his obsidian gaze made her heart gallop madly. He's going to hate me after this. Grasping his harshly scowling face between her hands, she steadied her breathing and managed to not soften her expression. "I know what happened to you. He told me everything." His eyes narrowed accusingly and she forced herself not to wilt. Don't break, that would ruin it all! Steeling herself, she leaned her forehead against his, locking their gazes. "I know about the tails."
A/N: See?..Now I've really rubbed ya the wrong way. First I take forever to update..then I leave u hanging on this deliciously evil cliffhanger! I'm wicked that way, I guess. NEway, plz let me know what cha think ppl! I luv hearing from ya...the good, the bad, and yes...even the ugly. Now, I'm debating whether to put a lemon in here...it would be my first one...so let me know...yes or no. It's all up to u whether I do or don't. It took a bit to write this chapter...I rewrote it a few times..but I think it turned out alright. Oh, and while I'm here, I might as well tell ya I've started another fic...woohoo! It's called A Beautiful Lie. Go check it out...and leave me a review...k? Ok then....cheers!
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Chapter 17
Chikyuu
Bardock got up from his chair and stepped closer to the open window of the cockpit. The brilliant blue of Chikyuu's sky smiled back at him from in between the enormous fluffy clouds. "Even after all these years, the sky hasn't succumbed to the toxicity of the trade world. Has it?" He turned and directed his question at the young girl seated beside his son.
She smiled and stood up to come up beside him. "Mother Nature is very resilient." Moving closer, she pressed her open palm against the triple-reinforced glass. "But despite all the battering she's taken, the battle has not been one-sided." Turning away, she hugged herself and glanced at Kakarrot. "Since the trading posts were stationed here, disease has increased tenfold. And being a trading planet, Chikyuu isn't sanctioned to recieve any part of the vaccinations needed to cure the sick. Only outside planets are allowed to screen the shipments for infectious diseases and protect themselves against it."
Kakarrot got up from his chair and crossed the room to pull her into his arms. "That's why we're coming. We want to help you be freed of this mess."
Bardock couldn't stop the half-smile as he watched his youngest son comfort his young love. It had taken them nearly two weeks to reach Chikyuu from Station 12. Mostly because they had to use back road space trails to avoid being detected by Frieza's soldiers. During that time, the two of them had gotten close. How close he didn't know, but there clearly was a very strong connection between the two. Turning, he glanced at her snoozing partner. I'm still not sure whether to trust them completely or not, but Kakarrot's instincts are usually very accurate. He left the lovebirds to join his nichan at the ship's control. "How much futher until we land?"
Turles didn't glance up as he read the screen's display. "We'll dock in about five minutes.." He typed in a few commands. "..and hopefully we won't be flagged by the PortMaster." His tail slipped around his waist as he spoke. "I'm still not sure if we should be trusting a pair of wayward space travelers."
"We'll soon find out." He spread his stance so that he could better withstand any jarring as the ship docked. He absently watched Turles manually guided the cruiser into the port. Within a planetary atmosphere was the only time the ship couldn't be set on autopilot. One too many crashes for anyone's liking. Positioning the ship between the twin arms the reached out to recieve it, the ship shuddered only twice as the arms latched on. Turles released the controls and allowed the ship to be retracted into place. The cruiser was officially docked after another brief shudder and a loud popping sound.
Turles looked around and shrugged. "All's well."
"Let's go." Everyone turned to watch Juunana stand swiftly and exit the cockpit.
Bardock glanced over at Chichi, his look questioning. Sliding away from Kakarrot, she slung her bag over her shoulder. "If you want to make it past the Portmaster, we have to move now. They'll be here soon." Latching onto Kakarrot's wrist, she dragged him out behind her.
The only other person in the room yawned as he stood up from his seat. "Guess they know what they're doing."
Bardock watched Toma leave, gave Turles a final glance before turning and following them out. Walking off ramp from the ship, they were immediately immersed into the hustle and bustle of the trading community that had taken root on Chikyuu. It felt odd to not be at head of thier group, but the longer they walked the more he was glad he wasn't. This place is too unfamiliar for us to blend in well enough. We'd be spotted for sure. To ensure futher inconspicuousness, Chichi had them separate into two smaller groups of three, with Bardock staying with her and his son. The crowds reminded him very much of Station 12, the species diverse as well as plentiful. Chichi suddenly stopped, swinging her arm behind her to stop Kakarrot from stepping forward. Bardock ducked into the shadows, pulling them in as well. "Portmaster guards."
Chichi wiggled out of Kakarrot's grip and slipped to the corner to peer out of the aisle they were hiding in. "They're looking for someone.." She snorted quietly. "..us no doubt." Shrugging her bag off her shoulder, she tossed it into Kakarrot's open arms. "Take that for me will ya?"
His brow furrowed curiously. "What are you...?"
"I need you and your Tousan to fly to the outskirts of town while I distract them." She slipped toward the crowd.
Kakarrot lunged forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "Are you insane? They'll kill you if they catch you."
"Quiet down!" She pulled her slender arm from his tight grip and rubbed it. "You may be one of the strongest beings in the universe, but I rule here." She smirked as his eyes widened at her cocky declaration. "I grew up on these streets, all by my lonesome for most of it, and then later it was my hunting ground as an operative." She smiled sweetly and patted his arm. "I think I can handle myself." Stepping back, she took a deep breath and sent him one last look before dashing out of sight.
Kakarrot's hands fisted in the bag's fabric. "I swear I'm gonna beat some sense into her."
Bardock cracked up and quickly clapped a hand on his son's shoulder as he turned to glare at him. "You do that and you're gonna have a hell of a fight on your hands."
Growling softly, he slung the bag's sash over his head and settled it across his wide chest. Reckless, she's completely reckless. Moving toward the crowd, he scanned the faces as his heart thumped hard against his ribcage. Where is she?! It made his stomach churn as he focused harder for her in the swirling surges of the crowd. It had become apparent to him over the two weeks that they'd spent together that her past was a touchy subject. Not in the sense that she wouldn't talk about it, but it was coupled with angry sarcasm and a pained look in her eye that made him want scream at her to just 'Let it out!'. But he'd held his tongue and resigned himself to waiting. There was something else there, but I won't push. Instead, he'd filled in most of the silence with stories of his own troubled youth. He smirked as he remembered her saying. "I like comforting others better than myself." If you'd only let yourself lose control for a single moment.
Which brought them back to their current situation. A very capable pair of hardened fighters were waiting for a young girl to break them out, and obeying. How ironic. A flash of color caught his eye and as he turned, a barrage of ki blasts were sent shooting after a small, clearly running, figure. "Kuso!" He launched himself into the air and sped after her.
Bardock scrubbed a hand over his scarred face and grimaced. "Great, now I've got get them both."
Drifting through hyperspace
There was only one thing that truly scared the supreme ruler of the universe, and that was that one of his own would ultimately bring about his doom.
That, Vegeta thought. is most fitting. He scanned the screen of the radio transponder and found himself smirking at what it was telling him. "So it seems I've been deceptive." He cut Raditz a glance from the corner of his eye. "It appears I need to work on my poker face."
Raditz laughed and swiveled in his chair to fully face him. "Do you want to find a temporary home-away-from-home?"
Vegeta mulled it over in his head. "Yes, some back-water planet where I won't have to think about hiding my training on." Training on the ship was only really good for maintaining fitness. It was nowhere near enforced enough to withstand the repercussions of training, let alone a full out assault. The hull would crumble like scared schoolgirl. It most definitely wouldn't be able to withstand the breakthrough he'd accomplished the last time he'd been able to dedicate a focused amount of time on training. His crooked grin grew as he flexed his fingers in anticipation. This little pit stop will also give me a chance to actually fight. The last time he'd been in a combat area, he'd been the one watching others get mowed down. Not exactly combat. Combined with his seemingly perpetual sleeplessness, the lack of action was taking it's toll on his body.
"There's a dried out desert planet not to far from here that was abandoned after the resources gave out." Raditz tapped some keys and a large tan ball bloomed onto the screen.
It reminded him of a dried-out basketball he'd found while scouring for information on Chikyuu. He glanced at the read-outs coming from the satillites orbiting the planet. "There's absolutely no signs of viable life?"
Raditz nodded. "Affirmative."
"Excellent." Vegeta crossed his arms. "Set a course." Now that that'd been handled, he turned on his heel and tossed back over his shoulder. "You can find me in the training rooms." He didn't wait for Raditz's response and strode leisurely through the echoing steel halls, listening to click of his own boot heels as they resounded back to him. Knowing the hall like the back of his hand, his eyes slid shut and he filtered out the echoes to better hear the other occupants of the ship. A level below him, he could hear the incoherent ramblings of Nappa as he wandered about his lobotomized prison. The pang of guilt that usually erupted at that thought had died a quick death many, many years ago. It was either that or let it consume me...and I wasn't planning on dying anytime soon. He turned left without a hesitation and followed the hall, catching snatches of the conversation that Raditz's female was having with herself as she showered. Ridiculous. He stopped in front of the first training room door and realized that only one of them was silent. Bulma.
He eyes snapped open and glared at the emptiness of the hallway. He didn't particularly know why her behavior annoyed him so much, but he'd hardly caught a glimspe of her during the past week. For some probably inane reason she's been avoiding me. Slamming his fist into the door in front of him, he cut off that meek sounding thought. Growling softly, he strode into the training room. "Females." A hiss of intaken breath made him turn his head to the right. He caught sight of his company and felt like slapping himself upside the head. Perfect.
Bulma managed to calm her breathing as she took in th fact that it was only Vegeta. Oh yeah, like, only Vegeta! Her ears caught the faint sound of the door locking behind him and her shoulders slumped in defeat. You knew you couldn't avoid him forever, so you might as well get it over with. She had to almost force herself to meet his questioning gaze as he started to stretch. Started to stretch!! A light coat of sweat broke out on her skin. "You're not planning on sparring with me, are you?"
He glanced up from rotating his right shoulder. "So it speaks." He dropped his arm to his side and cocked his head. "This is a training room, I might add."
"Yes, I'm aware of that." It was the one place she'd found to have been good to escape from him. Okay, so he wants to spar. This in no way a direct result of dodging him for a week while you got a grip on yourself. Setting her shoulders, she rolled her head around and swung her arms to loosen up. "Alright, fine."
Vegeta's left eye narrowed, almost like a twitch, but it was soon gone. Interesting. Whatever's put a bug up her ass has apparently left for the duration. "I won't give you an advantage."
She laughed, a scoffing sound. "Like I didn't already know that?" She bent her knees and crouched, hands held in front of her. "You forget, I fought you once before."
He lunged forward, phased out, and reappeared behind her. Grinning, he swung his heel into her lower back and sent her sailing across the room. "If you actually call that a fight." He landed lightly on the balls of his feet. "More like child's play."
The pain radiated up and down her spine in waves as she used her knee to get back to her feet. Same old Vegeta, still packs a wallop. Gritting her teeth, she straightened up and turned ot glare at him. He was grinning evilly at her and she could feel the familiar rage slowly boiling to the surface. How I ever felt any pity for this vindictive son of a bitch is beyond me! She threw her hands out in front of her and cartwheeled her way toward him. Springing off her hands from three feet away, she spun quickly and managed to catch him off guard, her heel connecting with his jaw. Landing lightly, she followed it up and a swift right hook to the temple. "You're starting to piss me off."
He took the blows in stride and and grabbed her wrist in his tight grasp. "Is that why you've been hiding out?" Jerking backward, he used his weight to whip her through the air and into the wall behind him. Her technique is strange, I've never seen it before. Intrigued, he watched as she sprung off the wall like a coil and stalled in the air.
Bulma smirked. "No." Wagging a lone finger, she charged five tiny balls of ki at the end of each fingertip. "I never hide." I'm not about to put Raditz in hot water...not after what he told me. She knew without a doubt that the Saiyan no Ouji standing before her just might transform into a raging Oozaru if he knew what she knew.
Vegeta couldn't stop his grin at her obliviousness. She is way out of her league here. He lifted a brow, nonchalantly. "Then I don't suppose you could tell me why?"
"My reasons are fully my own." She bulged the energy larger in her palm. "Just because you're Prince Vegeta and I'm part Saiyan, doesn't mean I have to obey you." Her tail whipped out from around her waist to swing back and forth with agitation.
Normally, he'd start to sizzle angrily at such blunt defiance, but he found himself stepping toward her with curiosity. Never before had he burned to know something so much. He started to wrack his brain for a reason for her apparent madness, when he suddenly remembered something. This all started after I left her with Raditz.... Eyes narrowing, he slowly lifted off the floor and leveled out across from her. "You want to tell me what he told you?"
She'd seen the hardening of his expression and the very quick wheels turning in his head. Damn girl, you had to pick a smart one didn't ya? Straightening out her arm, her slight smirk disappeared into a grim line. "What was said is none of your business."
He moved faster than she anticipated and knocked her hand aside, slamming his other fist into the tender flesh of her stomach. "He said it to you, which makes it my business."
"What?!" She gasped out as she clutched her abdomen and glared at him, blue eyes glittering dangerously. "Since when...have I become...your fucking possession?!" Come on Bulma! Pull yourself together! Snarling like a wild dog, she pulled her arms in front of her and blasted him at point blank range. "Deal with that!"
Vegeta took the hit and let it slide through him. It all made sense now, her shady behavior over the past several days. Did she actually think he wouldn't figure it out? The thought brought his anger level to a low boil, but he held himself in check as the smoke cleared. His charcoal black eyes connected with her swirling, twin seas and held. She'd recovered nearly completely, and that made him suddenly smile- albeit it was an amused one. She'd been holding back...severely it seems. Her power level was much higher than any other he'd encountered in a long time. Suddenly, he dropped to land lightly on the floor of the room. "A sneaky wench, aren't you?"
Bulma's body trembled. "Excuse me?" She dropped down and stalked over to glare right into his face. It wasn't that big of a gap considering he was maybe five feet ten inches tall.
"You were playing this whole time, hiding your true power level from me." He crossed his arms and tipped his chin up to glare down at her. It enjoyed him to end to watch her struggle to control herself. Too bad, she'll hate this. Reaching out, he easily rested his left hand around the base of her throat. It was then that he cursed himself for always wearing gloves. He wanted to feel the dewy texture of the silky skin of her neck. Mentally slapping himself, he got back on track. "Now tell me."
"Why?' She swallowed the thick knot in her throat as the sexual tension between the two of them sprang up to smack her. Ok, maybe I've been ignoring it...because it apparently hasn't left. The air quickly started to get thick and it made her breathing hitch. Even with the worn leather glove on his hand, his touch sent her skin tingling and heat coursing through her blood. All with a touch... Her body leaned toward him involuntarily and she felt his other arm wrap around her waist to anchor her to him. She had to bite her lip to stop the gasp as the jolting full body contact rattled her. I'm in uncharted territory here without a guide...I must be out of my mind!
Vegeta watched silently as her body responded, nearly going limp agianst him. His normally unaffected pulse started to accelerate slowly, increasing every second her pliant body molded itself to his own. Staring down into her nearly indigo-colored eyes, he felt himself losing control of his thoughts as his instincts came raging to the surface. Without hesistating he leaned his head down to hers and allowed her exoticly feminine scent to envelop his senses. His teeth teased her earlobe as he whispered quietly. "Tell me..."
Her slackened arms jumped to life at his touch and wrapped around his neck, effectively locking her against his steely chest. Threading her elegant fingers through his flaming hair, she tugged lightly to pull his head back. He was reluctant for a moment, but relaxed as one of her sure hands ran down his back, exploring each line and ridge of musculacure. "Promise me.." She boldly nipped at his chin, her eyes hooding hauntingly. "Promise me you won't blame him." Her long length of teal fur flicked back and forth before slowly coiling around his thigh. She could feel his breathing was as labored as her own, his rock hard chest expanding against her achingly sensitive breasts.
She's driving me insane! He was trembling in an effort to hold himself back. Her mouth was scant inches from his own, the warm puffs of air caressing his face. Fuck this. Ignoring his conscious thoughts, he nodded slightly and grasped the back of her head to close the gap between them.
On Chikyuu
Chichi ran like the devil was licking at her heels. Legs pumping, she dodged the consumers and vagrants that sprang before her and zigzaged between the rapid ki fire that was raining down around her. Okay, maybe this wasn't such a genius plan after all. Sweat slid down the bridge of her slight nose as she risked a glance behind her. Slicing through the dock smog were a trio of Port Guards, easily distinguished by their red uniforms, each with their weapon's sights trained on her. Suck it up, Chi! You've been in worst situations before. Her eyes caught a dark alcove between buildings and she veered to the right, a blast scorching the ground she'd just vacated. The alley was dank, smelling of rotting sewage, but it didn't stop her from running through the stagnant puddles littering the ground. There were doors on either side of her and she systematically slammed her shoulder into each until one finally gave way.
The third one on the right-side building crashed in easier that she'd anticipated and she crashed to the floor in a pile of wooden splinters, blood seeping from a deep gash in her bare shoulder. Grunting from the pain, she scrambled to her feet and dashed for the stairs. Fortunately, luck was on her side for this one. She managed to gain access to a private homing building and it was against the law for Port Guards to enter without the proper codes. Chichi made it to the second floor landing and hid in the shadows, sliding down the wall as she tried to calm her breathing. Fuck! The air stung against the jagged cut and blood ran over her fingers as she did a quick inspection. Her skin was split over the end of her collarbone and reached over the shoulder joint to end just shy of her tricep. The gash wasn't very deep, just extremely bloody, and positioned right where she couldn't do anything about it. Great, more scars.
A crash of glass sent her diving for cover as the large window across from the landing shattered. She rolled behind a steel pillar and hopped to her feet. Ducking back, she pressed herself flat against the pillar and listened. Whoever had burst through had stilled, and only a slight breathing rhythm could be heard in the utterly silent stairwell. Chichi shook the sweat from her face as her hands tightened their grip on her guns, easing them softly from their holsters to hold tight against her upper body. Eyes darting around, she caught sight of a hulking shadow on the wall opposite her. Whoever he is...he's big. Doubt started to cloud her thoughts. I don't know if I have enough fire power to knock this bull down! She wanted to stomp her feet in frustration, but knew it would alert him to her location.
But that's when the shadow started to move, closing in on her chosen hiding spot. Kuso! She slowly started to side-step to the right, back still flat to the pillar, and continued moving away from the shadow as it approached. Think! Think! There has to be a way! Her foot collided with something and she whipped her head around to stare at another level of stairs. It's the only way out! Confident in her decision, she crouched for a second and then exploded from her secluded spot and bolted up the stairs. Don't stop! Don't look back! Plaster and wood splintered behind her in waves as the nearly silent spits from his ki gun followed her progress up the stairs. She ducked behind a second pillar and couldn't stop herself from trembling as it was nearly disintigrated behind her. Eyes wild for an escape, all she saw were doors to homes. I refuse to endanger innocent bystanders! Risking a glance from her position, she saw her only means of escape. I have to go up. Slipping her guns back into their holsters, she stepped away from the pillar and held her hands up above her head. Alright Chi, here we go! Throwing her torso forward, she sprang off her hands and into a series of forward flips, effectively minimizing his target as she moved across the landing.
This time, instead of hesistating behind the pillar, she kept going, sprinting up the stairs three at a time. Only two more floors before I make it to the roof! She varied her timing and manuevering as she vaulted and dodged the blasts. She wasn't entirely lucky; stinging scalds swiftly swelling up on her bare arms and the smell of singed hair stuck in her nose as she dove for the final landing. She didn't wait to figure out where her hunter's location was, just running blindly across the landing and bursting through the top level door. Sunshine blinded her as she nearly collasped on weak knees, but she willed them to straighten and held up a hand to shield her eyes. Blinking the spots away, her brow furrowed as one particularly dark spot refused to leave. What the hell?
It was then that she noticed that the small little dot was the barrel a ki gun, aimed directly at her face.
In the training room
She'd been kissed many times by rough males and in all manner of ways, but the starkly rough intensity of Vegeta's kiss knocked all sense from her. It awoke something within her that had never been touched before, driving her to respond with equal abandon. His mouth moved hard against her soft lips, demanding entrance into the deeper recesses of her mouth. Bulma gripped him tightly in fear she just might collapse to the floor as her knees weakened. His tongue danced on her lips and she protested for a bit, savoring the feel of him against her. His richly dark tail encircled her waist, sending shivers of awareness through all of her sensitive nerve endings. Focusing, she touched his mind. "He told me about you."
Vegeta smirked against her mouth as the hand cradling her head slid up to massage the back of her jaw, effectively allowing him deeper access. "And?"
"I know...I know about.." It was hard to aline her thoughts as his tongue explored her mouth, gliding along the inside of her lips and snaring her own tongue in it's grasp. It was so encompassing, she could barely breath. She had to put a little muscle into it, but she managed to break away and take a deep, calming breath. "I know about what happened when-" Her voice caught in her throat as his tail jerked her upward, settling her nicely around his waist. The only way to stop herself from pitching backward was to wrap her legs around him, which it seemed, was exactly what he'd intended. Her head rolled back of it's own volition as he trailed his hot tongue down the long column of her neck and settling to lave the smooth hollow of her throat. A soft moan slipped from her lips and she frowned as she tried to pull him away. "Vegeta." His mouth moved achingly lower. I have to stop him! I need him to know! She bit back another moan and cuffed him on the back of the head. "Vegeta!"
"What?!" His head jerked back and his eyes glittered hungrily at her.
The primitively animalistic desire clouding his obsidian gaze made her heart gallop madly. He's going to hate me after this. Grasping his harshly scowling face between her hands, she steadied her breathing and managed to not soften her expression. "I know what happened to you. He told me everything." His eyes narrowed accusingly and she forced herself not to wilt. Don't break, that would ruin it all! Steeling herself, she leaned her forehead against his, locking their gazes. "I know about the tails."
A/N: See?..Now I've really rubbed ya the wrong way. First I take forever to update..then I leave u hanging on this deliciously evil cliffhanger! I'm wicked that way, I guess. NEway, plz let me know what cha think ppl! I luv hearing from ya...the good, the bad, and yes...even the ugly. Now, I'm debating whether to put a lemon in here...it would be my first one...so let me know...yes or no. It's all up to u whether I do or don't. It took a bit to write this chapter...I rewrote it a few times..but I think it turned out alright. Oh, and while I'm here, I might as well tell ya I've started another fic...woohoo! It's called A Beautiful Lie. Go check it out...and leave me a review...k? Ok then....cheers!
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artchic: Thanx for ur concern...that medical stuff is all hunkie dorie now..no worries ^_^. I'm really happy that u review my stuff...it gives me a lot of insight. In all actuality...it's harder for me to write about Vegeta or Bulma than it is Kakarrot of any of the others...I guess I just want to give their characters justice. I really hope this chapter satisfies some of your cravings..and I'll tell u it only gets better from here. I'm also a firm believer in giving each and every character equal attention, whether they play a large part or a fleeting one. If u liked the plot now..just wait...it only gets thicker ~_^! Thanx sssooo much..I luv ur reviews!
Required Name: I hope the wait I put u through this time is worthwhile too....and you'll probably hate this cliffhanger as well ^_^! I'm really glad u enjoy this fic so much, and all the parts I throw in. Oh..and don't worry..the next chapter will reveal what Raditz confided in Bulma with...so bear with me...suspense and angst are key for me. Thanx ssoo much for the review...can't wait to hear from u again!