Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Stranger ❯ Miscalculations ( Chapter 6 )

The Stranger

By Jody

Kind of fic: Romance /Alternate Universe / Suspense / Angst

Pairing: Vegata/Bulma

Rating: R

Warnings: Suggestive language, angst.

Disclaimer: I not own Dragonball Z or any it's characters.

Background: This fic takes place in the late nineteen century in England, which is more technologically advanced. Vegeta is a very rich gentleman who moves into the countryside in which Bulma resides with her mother and father. Because of his wealth he is simultaneously welcomed into the elite social circle in the society with Bulma.

Summery of Chapter: Finally the long awaited meeting up of Vegeta and Bulma but as anything really changed between the two. Even though Bulma's feelings for him have become almost unbearable does he reciprocate the feelings.

Chapter 6

Miscalculations

"Who is it?"

The question was redundant and unneeded. I knew exactly who it was. It could only be one person and one person only and that boorish person had to be Vegeta. It had been so long maybe even too long since I had seen him. Perhaps if I saw him more often my memories of him wouldn't be so distorted as to make me believe that he was more than just the arrogant bastard he portrays so well. That underneath the deep almost endless collection of darkened layers, blackened by everything wrong in the world and more importantly everything wrong with him, was one layer left pure from everything. You couldn't even call it a layer, it was like the innermost part of the rose curled up by itself, the pride, the confidence, dual in their nature, could never reach it, only leaving the outright good, maybe even love or the capacity to love. This needle of feeling in an unending haystack, this suffocating flame starving for oxygen to re-ignite, gave me hope for something that was deemed hopeless.

This sordid hope was not the only thing that remained after his long absences from my vision, memories of his physique, torturous hauntings I received whether awake or asleep, wanted or unwanted, voluntary or involuntary, ever present, ever tormenting me like a ghost. His body seemed almost godlike in nature, the few imperfections he had, worked in his favour. His measly height easily viewed on a personal note did not subtract but added a few inches to my already immense attraction for him.

I wished he felt the same, that I made him think things about me that only the glorious sin in itself acted out in its complete entirety was enough to quench the fires in his mind, in his loins, him finding solace in mine. I hated being attracted to him, all the time knowing these affections were one-sided on my part. Though I would admit honestly that I reviled in the indecent knowledge of knowing that where far more worthier men have failed to gain my interest he effortlessly obtained it by his insolence, his impudence, attributes normally unflattering to men deemed good in my eyes for Vegeta.

It gave me the sort of feeling one enjoyed when one knew that in the eyes of others you were rare flower yet in your mind, your soul, you were not perfect, not wholly innocent. That you were perverted by feelings of lust, passion and cravings for unbridled nights with a man with low morals, hardly befitting of the gem but exactly what it needed for it to sparkle a little brighter, made more beautiful.

Vegeta was remarkable in this sense but inept in others. Somehow when you were around him he could make you forgot all the feelings of endearment you had for him, leaving you devoid of any feelings excepting that of complete and utter hate. He could do that to you just like that and he made no apologies for it. I knew this would happen even before he spoke his first word and I knew that this feeling would soon disappear after his last. This ever-revolving cycle was ludicrous, nonsensical quite frankly but appallingly nothing less than expectant as such was the logic of a woman in lust.

It was then that the pounding noises Vegeta was making with the use of his fist and the door succeeded in its purpose, drawing my attention to the actual person and away from my personal conjured up one. Vegeta wanted some attention from me, the greedy bastard as if he didn't have enough. I could tell he was upset but more so impatient than anything else. I was going to get up to let him in but decided against it. I wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing I had succumbed to his despicable behaviour. Instead I remained where I was with my back towards the door, continuing my work diligently only pausing to tell him he could come in.

" I'm already inside woman, for sometime now at that. You seemed preoccupied with something else," he drawled. " Did you think I would wait for your permission to enter my own place?"

I looked over at him. He was leaning on the wall beside the door, the knuckles of one of his hands casually placed over the closed metal door while the other one was folded over his chest. He had been knocking the door from the inside.

" No, but had you done so it would have shown you had some gentlemanlike qualities."

" Would it now?"

He chuckled, his lips slightly parted at first but as his laughter grew louder so did the space between his lips. He was amused as to him my statements held immeasurable amounts of amusement in them. In truth and in fact in order to have gentlemanlike qualities one had to be a gentleman or in the least attempting to be one and their lied my error, Vegeta was never a gentleman and would never be one. He was too crude, too rude, too rough.

" I thought we knew each other long enough for us to both know that I am not a gentleman. Hell I thought it was common knowledge by now," he said pushing himself off of the wall before starting to walk towards me. " I would think the letters I wrote you would have made it blatantly obvious. Maybe you just think the best of me."

I laughed at the irony. I did indeed think the best of Vegeta in a sense but I was also wary of the worst of him. I thought he wasn't that bad, as evil as people described him to be, yet I knew he was capable of everything they said he could and would do anytime he felt like. It was this power that he had that was so unnerving, making you aware of his presence more and more. It was like playing with fire, the danger predominant but the need to continue overwhelming your senses with exactly that fueling you to go on. Vegeta was my fire.

I smiled looking up at the man towering over me for once. He looked at me trying to read what was in the expression I was giving him. He seemed confused. It was good to see Vegeta speechless for once and to know I was the cause. He raised his eyebrows so questioningly but I merely giggled, a fool in lust.

The silence became more and more prominent as we looked at each other. It was an awkward silence but my position on the floor made me comfortable in it. His eyes were so dark, so piercing, even at this distance. I had everything to hide and nothing to show but rather than looking guilty by turning away from him awkwardly, I stared straight at him, never flinching, mocking innocence in a childlike manner. I delighted in this even though deep down inside I knew there still laid some guilt even in this action. Guilt lied in everything concerning Vegeta, nothing could remain wholly innocent, not even me.

Then he turned away abruptly, my smile faded instantly, his back to my eyes. Our roles reversed, I was now the one wondering what he was thinking and there was no longer anything to smile for. He remained silent but when he spoke he said nothing I wanted to hear. And the strange thing was I was not sure of what I did want to hear. However I knew somehow even if I did Vegeta would never oblige.

" You should get back to work," his back still turned to me as he uttered these words, " I need the gravity room as soon as possible. No more evasive techniques, woman, the sooner the better," he continued. He walked away. His interest was now drawn towards the true object of his desire, the gravity room.

" Yes I should get back to work," I muttered.

It made no sense to reflect on something that I was not even sure of when it did not happen. I could think of more positive things to think about like the warm bed that was hopefully waiting for me at home rather than Vegeta's cold disposition.

We worked like this for sometime. Me steadfastly ignoring Vegeta's presence, installing some wires, while he did the same to me but instead his well-chosen distraction was the machine around us. I could hear the slight clinking of his shoes against the solid stone floor, the noise would increase and decrease slowly but it would not increase above a certain level. Vegeta was meticulously avoiding coming too close to me.

" You've changed the paneling," he paused, " not by much, there is hardly a difference really but it is different from the first time I saw it. Why?"

I wiped the sweat from my head as I looked over at him. His hands were gently touching the machine, his fingers moving slowly over the metal walls in his reach. Seeing his attention wholly focused on something was astonishing considering he paid absolutely no attention to me unless it was forced upon himself. It was kind of funny, in a self-contemptuous way, being bested by a machine for a man's attention, my feminine wiles made no longer alluring by some metal, bolts and electrical wires. I sighed as I answered his question. I could finally see why some women feared technology.

" I changed the heights of gravity to which the gravity room could go to. I thusly had to make some changes to the design; the walls were the first things to go, the electrical wires had to be changed and other alterations had to be made. The walls are a little bit thicker than the first walls and are made of a stronger more durable metal, an alloy of aluminum."

" Are they?" he asked interrupting me. His interest surprised me. He motioned with his hands for me to continue, a look of interest clearly written on his face, proving my theory to me right.

" Aluminum was good enough by itself, that is what we used in the first place, but it was too light and not strong enough to manage anything above three hundred gs. Gravity above this would put a huge strain on the machine which would cause it to eventually collapse. That is why it would automatically shut down when it reached this gravity as it still will at any gravity it cannot manage. To lessen the strain making an alloy to keep some of the characteristics of aluminum like its strength and its durability, improving upon them, while also changing some characteristics such as its relatively low density was of the essence. After many tries we made the suitable alloy, which consists of aluminum and other metals in minimal percentages as well as carbon. This made it harder, stronger and somewhat heavier, just perfect for the use. That is why the machine took so long. We had to practically change the whole thing."

" And to think all this time I thought it was spite." He said smirking.

" Why would I want to spite you Vegeta? What could you have possibly done that could be so horrible to gain my scorn."

" Everything and absolutely nothing sometimes. Women are spiteful, sadistic and complicated by nature."

" Is that so. It does not surprise me you don't understand us. Your reputation speaks for itself. Your conquests with us have all been unsuccessful ventures, haven't they, Vegeta?" I spat, facing him. " And I suppose you blame that on us too."

Everyone knew Vegeta had never been engaged nor had he ever kept a woman's attention long enough for him to get remotely close enough to having a courtship that lasted for any considerable time. Those who had made the mistake of allowing him that chance always said that they saw the man who he truly was before they had gotten too close to him to be blinded fully by their feelings. It was strange at first hearing this as Vegeta held no pretences no matter what but I guessed where as they saw him as a potential husband I was sure he saw them as having another potential which must have aided in temporarily blinding the two.

He chuckled as he leaned back against the wall of the gravity room, his arms folded in front of him. " Unsuccessful in what sense, woman. Is marriage the only measure at how successful you are with a woman," he paused. "Let's presume you don't want marriage. Suppose you wanted something else and you got it. Isn't that a successful venture? To get what you want. Isn't that the basis of success?"

" Yes but…"

" So therefore I am very successful then," he said cutting me off.

" In a sense yes but a man without any meaningful aspirations can never be successful," I shouted pushing myself to my feet, standing steadfast in front of him.

" There you go again assuming that my aspirations are not meaningful. Would you like to know them, Bulma? First hand. So that you can decide whether they are indeed meaningless or meaningful?"

Before I knew it he was moving towards me in a menacing fashion, like an animal stalking his prey. I was his prey in this game of intimidation but had I known it was going to begin another game with me as another type of prey I would not have been strong, I would not have stood my ground, ready to take on anything he would bring excepting exactly what he did. I, the model of defiance so strong, easily broken to pieces not by a gesture of war, power or might but that of a more unexpected one, one far too delicate, simply not befitting of a battleground, not befitting of here but nevertheless the one chosen to be exhibited not by me but by him.

He stopped so close to my body that I could feel the heat radiating off of his body pressing against mine emphasizing our closeness. He took his thumb and placed in under my chin, slowly lifting it so that we made eye contact. He lowered his head, bringing his lips very close to mine, all the time looking me straight in the eyes, never allowing them to meet. His controlled breath moved against my lips like small gusts of wind making me tremble. I remained immobile. He was making it hard for me to do anything at all but stay there wanting, sweet torture.

My eyes fluttered between his eyes and his mouth, unabashedly flirting with both. He was smirking at me but I did not care. It was obvious he was affecting me and I doubted even if I wanted to I could stop the reaction I was giving to him. His lips then brushed mine, releasing a pent up moan. I blushed with embarrassment, the spell I was under disappearing. I started to stiffen in his hands but he did not make me remain this way for long, he wanted to continue working his magic on me but this time in a different way.

He moved his lips to my ears, brushing them against my cheeks. He nibbled at my ears. I moaned as a slipped my hands around his neck. He chose this moment, this exact moment to torture me, making me hate him. Where as I had forgotten why he started his ministrations he had not. He wanted me to know his aspirations. He whispered these grim incantations softly into my ears that had anything but a soft affect on me. It made my blood rush, my head whirling with the new information. I pushed him from me in rage. I slapped him.

The words he said played over and over in my head. " I aspire to get what I want in life. My businesses, my work, my play are all to one end. They all combine to help me come closer and closer to my purpose," he paused to kiss my cheek, " Women are not part of this plan yet I use them for what I want physically, note not need, and occasionally they serve some purpose other than a good fuck." That was when I pushed him and slapped him but that didn't prevent the words from replaying.

" We are fucking optional then." I screamed.

" Deduce what you must from my statements."

" You bastard."

I was so angry, I couldn't think. I started to pace. These statements as well as the ones that were then left unsaid would replay in my head for sometime. I wish he hadn't said anything else but he insisted on adding to the previous ones, he insisted on getting me angrier.

" I don't see why you are upset. They got what they wanted and I got what I wanted, we were both satisfied. I believe in by any means necessary. Don't you?" He had this mocking tone that did anything but lessen my anger.

" So you're a whore for your purpose."

" And you're just a whore."

I tried to slap him once more but he held my hand this time. I looked at it intently then looked at he so I could see the playful look on his face comprising of glint in his eyes and the smirk on his face. From that moment our eyes did not leave each other. I watched as he slowly caressed my hand with his own, his fingers lingering in my palm. I suppressed a moan. He pulled my hand closer, bringing his lips down towards it. I dragged it away before he could kiss it. I was afraid of my reaction, whether it would correspond with my anger I should be feeling or would a seemingly temporarily subdued feeling arise yet again for another time today.

His expression instantly changed. He was no longer amused with my actions but instead was becoming annoyed. I felt some joy in this. His smirk erased replaced by a scowl.

" I am not the only one that has an infamous reputation you know, woman," he drawled, " I am not the only one rumours swarm around about. And according to them you shouldn't act so dammed better than anyone else," he said as he began to stalk around me looking intently for any response. I said nothing not even flinched. I allowed him to continue with his lies.

" The few men you do like you don't exactly act virginal towards, do you? Do you ever wonder why you are not married at this age? I man doesn't want a slut for a wife."

" And a woman doesn't want a man who isn't fit to be called one," I retorted and just to see his reaction I added, " who is probably incompetent in many other `aspects' of his life than just that."

I succeeded I saw the anger flash in his eyes, victory gotten. But this victory did not release the immense joy that I had hoped. It was made hollow by future ramblings.

" Is that so? Do you choose the men that are fit to me called men or do you choose the ones who are not, knowing your taste you probably had the best of both worlds.

" I hate you."

" I don't see why? Unless, have I hurt your pride?"

" You called me a slut you asshole."

" I was only telling the truth."

" How I am a slut." I was cut off by his laughter. " Get your facts straight I am innocent, I am a virgin."

" That doesn't mean you act the role."

" Doesn't it, and to think I thought otherwise. "

He placed his hand on his chin, using it to rub it occasionally. He looked as if he was thinking up a rebuttal but he was not thinking, he was waiting, waiting as he did before for the right moment.

" Take a while ago for example, you very forthcoming until………………"

" Until you said I was optional."

I felt ashamed, embarrassed. I was seething with anger. I looked for something around to throw at him, my tools. I walked to them. I picked some up in such anger, I spun, now facing him. He smirked at me, daring me, no urging me to throw them at him. I did exactly that but he dodged them all. I stood still for a while panting, my arms paining from my little exercise. I shoved pass him before walking towards the door. He did not start to follow me immediately, probably shocked somewhat from my onslaught. I slammed the door, the noise echoing against the hollow walls of the machine. The only hope I had then was that I had slammed the door right in his face.

It was raining outside, the weather mirroring my mood. Along with the tears of the sky pelting my face there were tears of my own. I kept on walking as if being soaked immediately did not faze me in the least, it had not fazed me in the least. The only thing, I should say the only person, that did faze me was now following behind me at a good distance from me.

I had heard the door open behind me before I heard the footsteps follow. I tried to maintain my current speed, not wanting him to affect anything I did again but the distance was lessening, his footsteps were getting closer and closer. I had to do something. I started to walk faster, not wanting him to catch up with me but as I drew further his footsteps became quicker. I was soon running.

I heard him shouting something. I could not decipher what it was that he was saying, the only thing that was clear was the alarm in his voice. I could hear the sound of his voice, his footsteps getting closer through the rain, encouraging me to run faster and faster. Then suddenly I felt his body over mine, forcing me to the ground, momentarily pushing all the air out of my lungs. I felt shocked then nothing.

Okay I am so sorry for the late update. Between exams and other things in my life I could not do any better. I think this is the longest chapter I have ever written and it is also took the longest time to write, taking weeks because things kept coming up. I hope to get the next chapter out by next week. I really hope to. I think it is very possible since it will be the first of the many written in third person.

Also I wanted to thank all my reviewers personally though I only have two. Oujis Mate and GetaGirl24/7, your comments were well warranted and well received. I also want to thank those who have read my fic but have not left a review, maybe you don't comment because there are no words to express the shit I write. To all, continue reading.

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