Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Flashback Part V ( Chapter 9 )

God I hope this story makes sense, it is really complicated after all.

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"Bulma get up," a sweet voice awoke her from her sleep. It was soft, gentle and loving, the sort of tone she could never remember hearing before. The tone was foreign, but at the same time calming.

She let out a moan of protest "No mom I wana sleep in."

She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Come on time to get up dear."

"Ow do I have to."

"Now Bulma you know your fathers waiting down stairs for you, do you really want me to drag you out of bed," her tone became more firm but was still gentle.

"Fine."

Bulma opened her eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. It was the same dream ever since she could remember. They weren't every night, but always at least twice a week. And since they'd started they'd made absolutely no sense to her. As if they were cryptic with a hidden message, but at the same time not.

Bulma stared up a the ceiling above her. Like hers it was black. Oh how she was beginning to get sick of the colour. She swore that one day she'd paint her ceiling white. The same colour as the snow that covered the whole of Ice-sei. Then she'd at least be able to wake up to a colour instead of looking up to see an endless black void.

She smiled as she remembered last night. Oh it had been fun. Sure she'd had fun before, but last nights fun, redefined the definition of the word. She had never met someone like Vegeta who could go all night long. Soldiers were usually drunk and feel asleep after an hour or so. Then didn't wake up till two days latter, unable to remember the events that had happened in bed. Most of the time not even knowing they'd slept with someone.

She doubted it would ever happen again. Sure it would be fun and enjoyable, but she didn't plan on having a serious relationship with the man, it would be way too dangerous. She'd had her fun, now it was time to start using her head that she had happily discarded the night before.

She rolled over to see the bed empty, and Vegeta's spot cold. The sounds of the shower could be heard in the next room. She'd have to have a shower as well when she got back. Brolly had a great sense of smell, the last thing she needed was for him to go running off to Freeza because he could smell Vegeta's sent on her. The annoying bastard would take any chance he got to have her knocked off, or fired. Despite being a Saiyan he was actually a worthy scientist. The only thing holding him back was the fact he had to baby sit Bulma. If she was gone, he could go up the ranks and maybe become one of the best. It was one of the many reason's he hated her.

Bulma got up and began picking her clothes that had been thrown across the room the night before. All lying crumpled and scattered. She picked up her dress and frowned as she noticed a small tear in the side. Stupid Vegeta, he could have at least tried to control himself last night when he was undressing her. Sure she had clothes, and lots of em. But this dress had been one of her favourites, don't ask why. Maybe she liked the way it looked so perfect and elegant on her. Plus Vegeta had obviously loved it. She slipped it on anyway, the tear wasn't really all that noticeable.

She raked her fingers through her hair to make it at least the slightest bit neat. Too bad he didn't have a mirror in his room. Men didn't really care what they looked like unless they were gay.

A moan escaped her lips as she realised she'd have to go back to working on that weapon with Brolly today. The last thing she needed was a day with him annoying the hell out of her. As she said before she hated him, and he hated her. To be honest she didn't know what was worse, Brolly or Vegeta. She smirked, at least Vegeta was good in bed.

Bulma froze as she noticed the sounds of the shower had ceased, there was nothing but silence. She could suddenly feel Vegeta's strong wet arms rap around her waist, pulling her into a warm embrace. He rested his head in the crook of her neck.

She couldn't understand it. She didn't love him or feel for him, but yet she felt safe and warm in his arms. To be completely honest she loved it. There was something about him that made her feel attached to him. Something she couldn't explain.

"Did you enjoy last night," he whispered it in her ear seductively.

She closed her eyes and feel back into his arms. "Maybe."

He slowly brushed her hair away from her neck. He could feel her shiver as he did so. "Do you want it to happen again?"

Bulma fought the urge to turn round and kiss him. She promised herself that she would end it now, to never let last night happen again. For the sake of her own good. "I have to go."

Vegeta continued brushing her hair away till he had completely uncovered the bite mark on her neck. He froze up in shock at the site of it and let her go.

Bulma took this as her opportunity to run before she jumped on top of him and begged him to take her. She ran out before Vegeta had time to react.

Vegeta blinked in shock at the realisation of what he had done. He ran his fingers over the mark on his own neck and cursed himself for being so stupid. God, he had lost himself to lust and desire last night. One of the many weaknesses of the Saiyan race.

He had taken her as his mate, the one person he would have to spend the rest of his life with. A bond that couldn't be broken or destroyed. And at the same time she had agreed to it by biting him back. For one thing, he thought she would have been the last person to agree something like that.

If there was a brick wall in front of his face he wouldn't have resisted the urge to bang his head against it. He smirked to himself, maybe it wasn't so bad. It could have ended up worse, even if she was Freeza's little pet she still was beautiful. And to add to that he would at least have entertainment for the rest of his life. Wether she liked it or not.

Bulma ran into the servants passage and leaned against the brick wall to catch her breath. She wasn't puffed, she was just……she couldn't really explain it. She just had to get away from Vegeta before she completely lost control of herself. Just like she had before.

She pressed her back against the wall and slid down it till she was on the ground. If she hadn't have made a run it, it would have been last night all over again. And if she didn't turn up in the labs today Brolly would go off and tell Freeza, and then she'd been in trouble. Freeza might never dare do anything to hurt her, but he could get very very mad if she didn't follow his orders.

Bulma slowly picked herself up and began to walk back towards her room. She avoided touching the walls, there seemed to be some sort of stuff growing on them that she had failed to notice before.

As she exited the passage she looked around to make sure no one was around. It would look sort of suspicious if she was seen walking around all dressed up and smelling of Vegeta. No one would question it, but the servants would gossip. She could picture them now, women in white aprons working in the kitchen to supply food to the many feasts Freeza had, all talking as they worked. 'Did you here about Miss Briefs?' one would look up from her pot of cooking soup. 'I heard she was seen walking to her room all dressed up doing the walk of shame.' Another would look up from the meat she was chopping and add into the conversation. 'I heard she got male friend, some solider. Wait till the lord finds out about this. Her top scientist, with a common soldier. It's almost unbelievable.'

Bulma shuddered as she imagined them talking. God, news went around fast with those women. Half the time it was incorrect anyway, you'd be a fool to believe it all. The coast was clear and she walked into her room and collapsed on the bed.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax. Memories of last night came flooding into her mind. It was stupid, she could remember every second, ever action, every cry of sound. It was impossible to force them back. Every time she tried not to remember they just came flooding back even stronger. And to tell the truth she enjoyed those memories, as if she never wanted to forget no matter how hard she tried.

Bulma glanced at the clock. She wasn't due in the tec lab for another hour. Plenty of time to have a shower and get ready.

She striped and went into the bathroom. Hopefully Vegeta's sent would come off easily. Bulma turned on the taps and got in. The warm water soothed her and relaxed her muscles. For some reason Vegeta didn't really seem like a one night stand. Even through he was dangerous she really enjoyed the pleasure he had given her. And no matter how hard she tried, she still found it impossible to forget, god damn it.

She knew if Zarbon found out he would look down a pone her in shame. Ever since she had been little he had been almost a father to her. She had been close to him ever since she was a child. Mainly because he was the first person she could ever remember knowing. And it was him who brought her here after all. He was also one of the only people that knew of her wild antics. And thank god he had decided not to tell anyone, especially Freeza.

Bulma closed her eyes and let the water run over her face. Would Vegeta become attached to her? She knew very well that if he did it would be almost impossible to avoid him. He didn't seem like the sort of person you could just shake off.

Bulma walked into her lab to see that Brolly had already arrived. She gritted her teeth, oh if she was as strong as Freeza she wouldn't hold back to rip Brolly's head clean off.

"Good morning Miss Briefs," he was casually leaning up against the wall behind her work bench like always. Looking if the world was pointless and boring if he was left to suffer with Miss Briefs.

Bulma walked in and sat down at her bench. "What's so good about it," she looked down at the plans she had drawn up yesterday. They were mainly all scribbles, and half complete drawings. She was having a hard time concentrating yesterday. It was one of the main reasons she'd stormed out.

He sighed, if he was here he might as well entertain himself. "Are you planning to work today or go storming off in rage."

Bulma picked up a pencil and squeezed it in her grip, almost trying to snap it in two. "I was actually in a good mood before I came in here," she began to scribble on the piece of paper while Brolly looked over her shoulder.

He put his hands behind his head as he leaned up against the wall, and sighed yet again. He knew very well that his sighing alone annoyed the hell out of her. "Am I going to have anything to do, or are you too slow to even come to the stage of building it yet."

Bulma gritted her teeth. Brolly could become a lot more annoying than this, and frankly she couldn't work with him hanging around. "Out!" she yelled.

Brolly shook his head. She always started yelling 'out' after an hour or so. She was like a spoilt child, always used to getting what she wanted. "I for one would love to go, but we all have orders."

She pointed to the door. "Out! you are not needed at this moment!"

Brolly sighed for the third time. He'd raver been anywhere else than here, and he couldn't disagree with her decision. To Bulma's great relief he got up off the wall and left the room.

Bulma let out a breath of relief and focused all her attention back on the plan. It was now due in two weeks and time was running out. Hopefully with Brolly gone she could get to the stage of building it today. She picked up the pencil and began drawing it out. To be truthful it would be easier to use a computer, but for some reason she preferred to draw it out herself. Maybe because she could throw pencils and stationary.

"I need to talk to you."

The voice took her by surprise and caused her to drop the pencil she was holding. She looked up to see Vegeta in front of her desk. "Vegeta…..how?" she looked over at the door that was shut, she hadn't heard a noise. "What are you doing here?"

Vegeta leaned over and brushed her hair away unveiling the mark on her neck. "I need to talk to you…. about this."

Bulma looked up at him. It was strange how he seemed so serious about a little mark on her neck. Maybe he was afraid people would notice and suspect "What about it, it's just a mark."

Vegeta shook his head. "It's not just a mark, it's a saiyan bond."

Bulma looked at him with confusion. "A what?"

Vegeta bit his lower lip, as if looking for the right words to describe it. And how to say it without her chucking a sissy fit. "It's very complicated, but it goes like this, I drank you blood and you drank mine."

Bulma nodded. "So."

"In Saiyan culture that makes us mates, your are mine and I am yours. We have to be together for the rest of our lives, you die I die and vice versa. You can never belong to anyone else other than me."

Bulma stood up out of her chair. It was hard for what he had just said to register in her mind. She felt as if she had been striped of something. That something was her. Ever since she was a child she had told herself that she would belong to no one, that no man would be able to claim her and call her his. That she would forever be able to live the way she wanted without petty things such as love and possession. Freeza had told her that things such as that made people weak. She was who she wanted to be, she wasn't going to die because some other man she was attached to did. He was a solider for crying out loud, they died ever day. Her life could be cut in two because of the man that stood in front of her. "WHAT! Are you telling me I have to spend the rest of my life with you?"

Vegeta nodded. This was the sort of reaction he expected out of her, he could see the rage and confusion in her eyes. Screaming out that she hated him for what he had done to her without warning. To be honest he thought like she did. To be honest he found things such as love and emotion pathetic. What he had done to her was marriage in Saiyan terms. He hadn't wanted this, he shouldn't have been so stupid to let his lust run wild. When a Saiyan looses control, the aftermath can be extreme.

Bulma picked up the spanner that lay on her work bench and through it at his head. "You bastard what have you done to me!" she hated Vegeta with all her heart, he had no right to have done this to her. Could she ever be her own person ever again.

He caught it easily and though it to the ground. "It was your own bloody fault onna."

"Was not!" she screamed.

"You should have considered the consequences of your behaviour."

"Why behaviour was fine," she spat.

"Fine" He snorted. "You've been prancing around here like a bloody whore for years."

She gritted her teeth with rage. Whore, is was the one word she couldn't stand to be called. As soon as the word left his lips it made her feel like nothing more then a free piece of entertainment. A play toy that could be used to satisfy and amuse a man. "I am not a whore!"

"If you weren't one then, then you are one now."

Her eyes flashed with rage. Bulma calmed herself down. God she hated the way he could wind her up so easily. How it took him only a few simple words to make her hiss and spit like a cat. But wasn't that what he liked? didn't he loved the satisfaction of knowing that he had annoyed the hell out of her. "I hate you, I hope you burn in hell."

Vegeta walked around the desk and approached her. Not to offer words of comfort, but to calm her down. Bulma backed up against the wall until he had her cornered.

She screwed her face up in rage. "Get away from me," she spat.

He began to run his fingers along her jaw line. "Are you sure you want that?"

Bulma glanced into his eyes. She could feel herself yet again become paralysed. As if she couldn't move if she wanted. As if just he's eyes alone sent a message to her brain saying 'don't run or fight, let him touch you.' Her breath became caught in her throat.

He reached forward and kissed her. Passionately and gentle as it had been the night before. Except not the same, she loved and enjoyed the kiss, but it didn't feel the same when she held so much hate for him at that very moment. She didn't argue or struggle, she let herself give in to his demands. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "Face it onna, you want this I can smell it."

She tried to give a look of rage, but was unable to. As if her face had frozen up along with her body. "I really hate you," she whispered.

Her words brought a stab to his heart, she really did mean them, he could tell. It was easy to see from her eyes. They burned with so much passion and hate, both emotions caused by him. He leaned forward and began kissing down her neck towards the mark from the night before. If she hated him than so be it, it didn't change the fact they were bonded to each other. He bit into the mark. He could feel her shiver with pleasure.

He could tell she hated the way he brought her so much pleasure. She wasn't supposed to have anything to do with him, she was Freeza's little pet, and he was Freeza's most hated solider. They were both locked into a relationship that would last till the ends of their lives. There would be no break up or divorce. She would forever be his and he would forever be hers.

He looked up from the bite on her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him deeply. She could feel it again, as the virus of the bond was flooded into her mind, she could feel the strong desire and hunger. The hunger for what he could only give her. And she could see that he desperately wanted it too. Vegeta ran his fingers through her hair, inhaling her sent. He pulled her closer, till if he brought her any nearer it would hurt. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

She had no control over her actions, it was if the bond was fully controlling her mind. Influencing her will. If she could she would have snickered, Vegeta was probably enjoying this. Is that why he bonded her to him, so he could turn her into his own personal whore. So he could forever have something to fuck.

He pulled his lips away from hers and looked into her eyes. "How far away is your room."

She smirked, she knew even if he let her go she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to do what he was planning. It was the hunger within her that would never be satisfied till she got what she wanted. "A few halls away."

He let her go and removed her arms from around her neck. "I'll meet you there in five minutes."

Bulma nodded and kissed him one last time. Using all her will power she had to leave the room. To be honest she now really hated Vegeta, but she couldn't resist the urge to do what he wanted. Freeza could wait, if she worked hard enough she could get the weapon done in a few days. That was if Vegeta stoped distracting her.

She hurried to her room and rushed inside. Vegeta must have already know where her room was if he was able to send some one to fetch her last night. It wondered her if he had been stalking her, secretly planning the bond and dinner so that she could finally be his, and only his. She quickly striped off all her work clothes till she was only wearing her underwear.

Bulma checked her refection in the mirror. It was hard to come to terms with the fact he would be the only man she would ever be with. It almost felt like marriage. Marriage, how she despised the word. She could never see how two people could just throw their lives away without a second though. It was sickening how happy they would be having a family and dieing together. It was almost like that with her and Vegeta, except for the fact there was no happiness or love, there was no willingness to through their lives away for each other. This was all just some stupid mistake Vegeta made when he had lost control of his lust.

Talking about families what the hell would happen to her if Vegeta ever got her fuckin pregnant. The rest of her life would be gone just like that. If Freeza didn't kill her first she'd be stuck with some screaming infant. She had seen babies before and too be honest they drove her up the wall. They were always crying for their parents, crying for this, crying for that. And they were weak god damn it. Young children didn't have an ounce of strength in their tiny weak frail bones. If left alone they would just simply die. If the bastard ever managed to knock her up she'd fuckin kill him.

Bulma gritted her teeth. If she could go back in time she'd make it that she never paid the slightest bit of attention to Vegeta. If she had just had the sense to say no to his stupid dinner invite. If she had only left instead of seducing him into biting her. No matter what she had done in her life she didn't deserve to be his little personal whore. Whore, there was the word again. And as much as she hated it, it did describe her at that very moment. She guessed this was pay back for being a bitch for all those long years.

Vegeta opened the door and walked inside. She faced him and smiled sexily. Don't ask why, it was the hunger she was feeling. The more in the mood he was the better it would be. He paused and looked her down from head to toe, examining every detail of her body. He didn't try to hide the lust that was burning wildly in his eyes. He wanted her and he wanted her now.

She ran up and jumped at him. Rapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, kissing him roughly on the lips. She wanted it and she wanted it that very second. The desire was taking full control of her actions. Once again all thoughts and logical thinking were thrown out the window. He through her off him and onto the bed.

Bulma rushed to take her own clothes off while he removed his. He was on and in her in a split second, running his hands over her body while he kissed her passionately.

Bulma closed her eyes as he ran his tongue over her bite mark and finally bitting into it yet again. He lapped up the warm blood it began to draw. Savouring the flavour.

A moan escaped her lips, she reached forward and bit into the mark in his neck. It wondered her how her weak teeth could break through his rock hard skin. He shuddered as her teeth dug into his neck.

She through her head back against the pillow and he continued kissing her. Running his tongue along her teeth and biting into her lower lip. Drinking the blood it drew.

Bulma had to admit for some one she truly hated he was excellent in bed. He pulled away and looked into her eyes that burned with passion. "I hate you," she whispered.

Vegeta ran his hand over her jaw line. "Well that's just too bad."

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Ok, I prey that your not sick of the flashback scenes already because there's a lot more to come. I hate writing long chapters, it took me twenty minutes just to read it to myself out loud when I checked for mistakes.

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