Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Flashback Part IX ( Chapter 13 )

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~*~*~Chapter 14 Flashback Part IX~*~*~

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Vegeta woke to the sound of moment around his room. He opened his eyes slightly to see Bulma walk into the bathroom. She failed to notice that he had regained conciseness. To be honest he was surprised that she had actually decided to hang around. He assumed that she would have wanted to leave as soon as possible. After all as far as he knew she always seemed as if she was dieing to get away from him.

He attempted to move and found he could, but at the cost of suffering great pain. He was more injured than he had first assumed. He decided he was less likely to cause any damage to himself if he stayed where he was.

The sound of the shower reached his ears. Vegeta smirked to himself as he imagined her washing naked as the water ran over her. Even though he had only been with her for a short time he had already memorised every inch of her body. After all she was his woman and his woman only. He'd have to hold back from killing any man that dared to stare at her. After all he had seen the way she turned heads. Every time he saw it happened he felt like blasting the guy into the next dimension.

He let out an annoyed sigh. He hated the fact he was far too injured to train. How was he ever expected to reach the level of super Saiyan if he was laying around in bed like a sloth.

Vegeta attempted to get up, blocking the extreme pain completely. Pain was something he learned to tolerate many years ago. Freeza made sure of that. As he put his feet down on the cold floor and attempted to stand, they collapsed from beneath him. Leaving him lying helpless on the ground.

He cursed himself. He looked so pathetic and weak just lying there.

The sounds of the shower stoped and Bulma came walking out wearing nothing but a towel. Her hair lay wet and mattered around her shoulders. She smirked at the sight of him. "Well look at who tried to get out of bed."

Vegeta gritted his teeth. He hated the way she was mocking him. "Oh Shut up."

It was obvious that Bulma was enjoying his weak and pitiful state. "Look at the mighty prince of the Saiyans now."

Vegeta growled. "This comes from someone who was crying out for her parents last night."

Bulma's face displayed the look of utter outrage. "I did not."

Now it was Vegeta's turn to smirk. "Mummy, daddy. For heavens sake onna you were crying the entire night."

Bulma crossed her arms across her chest. "You lie."

Vegeta's smirk widened. Now it was his turn to mock her. "Was your face all wet when you woke up this morning? Were you dreaming about your life that was supposed to be so horrid?"

Bulma's eyes widened as she remembered her dream the night before. And his words were correct, her face was wet when she awoke in the morning. She growled and went into the bathroom to get dressed. The whole time cursing him. Even though he was absolutely helpless he still acted all high and mighty. To add to that she couldn't believe that she had spent the entire night crying in front of him. Even though she had been asleep she had shown weakness. Something she could never stand.

Vegeta lay smirking with the satisfaction that he had in fact won the short little argument. Even if he was temporarily impaired he was now at least in a good mood.

Bulma emerged a few moments later fully clothed. By that time Vegeta had at least been able to drag himself back into bed. She look down at him in his weakened state. "I'm going, and since your such a bastard I'm not coming back. Have fun recovering on your own."

He gave her a look that said he didn't give a damn. "Suit yourself onna."

Bulma turned and left. God Vegeta could be such a bastard. Every time she saw him he did nothing more than treat her like his personal little whore. You'd think for a prince that he'd have more respect. Such as maybe a few manners instead of grunting and growling as if he were some sort of animal. Surprisingly for the first time in her life she actually felt bad for leaving him all alone in his current state. Bulma smirked. He disserved it.

Her attention drew back to her dream the night before. To be honest they were beginning to piss her off. They made no sense. People would talk to her, and yet she could never make out a word they had said.

Bulma suddenly came to the conclusion that ever since she had been young she had been suppressing her past. It didn't matter though, it was so long ago that she could probably never remember, no matter how hard she tried.

She found herself lost in thought till a running messenger snapped her out. Since Freeza was too important to leave and deliver messages himself, he usually got servants to do it. The messenger bowed before her. "Miss Briefs, lord Freeza requests your presence immediately."

Bulma nodded. She dismissed the messenger and made her way to the throne room. When Freeza said immediately he meant immediately.

Freeza's throne room would have to be one of the most extravagant rooms in his palace. The room itself was large. If you were to speak loud enough your voice would echo off the tall walls and the exceptionally high ceiling. The walls were covered in long red velvet curtains. Going right from the ceiling to the floor. The same colour red as the carpet that led to Freeza's large chair. He was always sitting there when ever you entered. Always looking superior to everyone else.

Bulma entered and walked up the carpet till she was in front of his chair. She bowed obediently before him. "What can I do for you my lord?"

He got up out of his chair and walked up to her. "Stand," he commanded. Freeza never tried to hide the fact he loved having control and power over everyone.

Bulma got up. She was a good head taller than him. It always wondered her how he was able to intimidate people despite his size. She nodded. "Yes my lord."

Freeza sighed and began to pace around her. "Bulma dear you've always been completely honest haven't you?"

Bulma was surprised at the question but nodded. "Yes of course, why would you even ask such a thing?"

Freeza gritted his teeth. "For certain reasons my dear, for certain reasons."

Bulma could tell he wasn't pleased. She immediately considered the fact he knew about her and Vegeta. But if that were possible he would have killed her instantly. "If I may ask, what are those reasons?"

Freeza continued his pace around her. "You told me the weapon you built was the strongest ever, and yet when the time comes to use it, it proves itself absolutely USELESS!"

Bulma was speechless, never before had something failed to operate. She had never considered it possible. "I…I..I don't know what to say."

Freeza snarled. He avoided being mad with Bulma. But if three quarters of his men were killed because of her he couldn't stop himself. "Do you know what you should be saying!"

Bulma could feel her bottom lip quiver. She may be fearless but Freeza was the one person that could ever scare her. Mainly because she knew just how sick his mind was. "What sir?"

"You should be telling me how you intend to build something stronger to make up for it!" He yelled.

Bulma hung her head low and nodded. She avoided eye contact as she left the room. Her eyes began to water. Never had he yelled at her before. To him she had always been one of his most loyal followers. He had almost always treated her as his equal, never as just a common soldier.

A tear ran down her face. It was because of her mistake that Vegeta was hurt. It was because of her that all those people were killed. It didn't make sense, how could she stuff up. Her thoughts drifted back to Brolly and Vegeta. True she had had her mind preoccupied the last two weeks. She had been missing Vegeta and stressed about Brolly telling. It must have affected her work. Bulma swore that as long as she lived it would never happen again.

Her first thought was to return to her room or the tec lab. But she had this stupid nagging feeling that she should go visit Vegeta once more, even if she had only just stormed out. She still felt slightly bad for having to leave him on his own. She sighed, it couldn't hurt to visit him once more could it.

Bulma walked into Vegeta's quarters, closing the door behind her. She had gone to the med bay to get some medicine and bandages for the arrogant prince. He wasn't going to get better from bed rest alone.

She looked to see empty plates sitting on the table, they were covered in small crumbs of food. So Vegeta had managed to drag himself out of bed to get something to eat. She could swear Saiyans would over come all odds just to get to food. Even if it meant risking their own lives.

Vegeta sensed her presence instantly. "I thought you were never coming back," he called out.

Bulma entered the bedroom to see him sitting up on top of the bed. She showed him the medicine and bandages. "I brought you some stuff."

Vegeta raised his eyebrow slightly. Her behaviour was getting weirder by the second. First she goes storming out, then she comes back to heal him. What was her motive, was she up to something?

She noticed his look. "What?"

He closed his eyes. "Nothing."

Bulma let out an annoyed sigh. She sat down on the bed opposite him and began to apply antithetic cream to the scars on his chest. Vegeta winced under her soft touch. "Why did you come back?" he asked.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "Well if I left you alone you'd just end up hurting yourself even more," to be entirely truthful she didn't even know the answer.

As she leaned forward he inhaled her sent. He could smell the putrid stench of Freeza on her. As much as he didn't like it he could never forget the fact she loyally followed the one man he hated above all others. "You smell of that fag."

Bulma nodded. Her conversation with Freeza came rushing back, she lowered her head. "I had to go see him."

Vegeta looked in curiosity at her reaction. "What about?"

Bulma growled, her touch became a lot harder. "Thanks to you distracting me, I stuffed up my machine and Freeza wasn't very happy," she didn't try to hide the anger in her tone. She pulled her hand away and picked up the bottle of medicine.

Vegeta looked at it with curiosity. She shoved it in his face. "Here take this."

Vegeta took it and examined it. "Are you trying to poison me now onna."

Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed. "As if, just drink it."

He took it out of her hand and examined it with suspicion. As if looking for the name of a deadly chemical on the label. "All of it?"

Bulma nodded. "If you die, I die."

Vegeta slowly took off the lid. Her words were true, she wouldn't dare try killing him unless she intended to kill herself. He drank the entire bottle. The liquid inside was absolutely disgusting, he had never tasted anything worse in his entire life. Dirt was sweeter.

With in a matter of seconds he literally felt the pain in his limbs being swept away. His scars and bruises were still present, yet they didn't ache. She must have given him some sort of pain killer, unless it was slow working poison.

Bulma gave him a look that said, 'Well.'

Vegeta stared down at the medical supplies she had brought with her. "Did you steal those?"

Bulma gave him a sarcastic glance. "No, Vegeta I went up to a doctor and said I wanted stuff for my injured Saiyan lover," the words just rolled right off her tongue, and she was unable to stop herself from saying the last part.

"Lover, eh?"

Bulma went red. "You know what I mean," she snapped.

Vegeta looked deep into her eyes. Bulma could instantly feel herself become paralysed yet again. If she had had the power of speech at that very second she would have cursed him. She hated the way he could look at her that way and she would go limp. As if she were some small animal at night with a bright light gleaming into her eyes.

He reached out his hand and ran it along her frail jaw line. Slowly moving closer and closer to her till their lips met. Bulma would never admit to him how much she enjoyed him kissing her. It was as if at those moments there was only her and Vegeta. The rest of the world didn't exist. Well maybe she would tell him one day if she ever grew to love him. She closed her eyes and savoured every second of the moment. Hell, maybe she was already starting too.

He slowly pushed her back down on to the bed. Doing it slowly and gently. He moved his lips down her neck, licking the bite mark before finally biting into it. Bulma shivered from the pleasure. No one could ruin this moment. Not Brolly, Freeza, or Zarbon. This moment was theirs and theirs only.

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Well that brings a close to this chapter. I think this will be the third or forth last flashback. I'm not even sure how long this story will be yet. My goal is 30 chapters.

Note: if you ever read any of my authors notes and you see a load of stuff like "Whoopee I now have 60 reviews." And then you look up the page to see I only have one, and you think 'What the hell?" It's because most of my authors notes are relevant to FF.net.

HA HA I now have over 70 reviews, it isn't 2000 but it proves that my story isn't entirely crap. (Take this all my friends who said I couldn't write)

Ciao

From Missq