Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Stranger ❯ Unexpected Feelings ( Chapter 7 )

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: Bulma's accident is explained.

 

Chapter 7

Unexpected Feelings

 

 

He stood in the center of the gravity room, his head thrown back, his body pressing back against an invisible wall. His laughter pounded against the walls around him mirroring the action of the slammed door that caused his amusement. He should have been angry at her behaviour, at her insults, at the slammed door she left in her wake. He should not have found any humour in her disrespect. He certainly would not have taken it from anyone or anything alive especially if he had still been on Vegeta-sei. On Vegeta-sei, he being the crowned prince of the planet would have disallowed any of his subjects from performing such stunts. People would have been killed for far less trivialities than that of a slammed door much less the attempted murder of himself, the prince. Saiyans never glorified or excused insubordination. It would neither matter that the utensils of his assassination was that of almost weightless tools coupled with the less than perfect throwing techniques of a woman embroiled within herself there would still have been dyer consequences.

 

She would have been killed, her body reduced to ash no matter the pleading for the spearing of her life. He would admit that he could have found a better use for that said body. A body that was almost perfect in every single way excepting that it was still left bare from his touches, tiny little imprints that marked her for his. He could do things to that body, things that the woman could not even imagine all he needed was to have her alone, truly alone and he would teach her the meaning of ecstasy and the need for flexibility in both her body and her mind.

 

How could he not come to terms with the fact that she did tickle his fancy a little more than those before her have? She was a very beautiful and delicate creature after all. But he was not lying when he told her earlier that she still would be like them, rejoicing in what he could make them feel and accepting what they would always be to him, nothing but a good roll in the sheets, a good fuck once in a while to keep him satisfied. He would have no problem disregarding her as he did with other woman. There was nothing so special about her that would elevate her above the rest.

 

He could admit she did indeed have an anger that made her roar like a sumptuous lioness and a quick and nimble tongue that gave him an answer to every question, inquiry, insult he threw at her. He could admit that no other woman came close to matching him in this respect or satisfied him on an intellectual level as she did but then again each woman had a defining quality about her that made her special to the rest. Unfortunately, somehow the others held no quality that was so defined as to separate them from the rest. Thusly in the nameless faceless vessels used for his pleasure stood her outstanding being not only for these reasons but also for the fact that she stood with them as pleasurable and yet was still practically left untouched, simply unmarred physically in any true sexual respect by him.

 

Maybe it was the thrill of the chase, the unrelenting need of his for her that was yet to be satisfied but it was this fascination with her that lead him to incite any form of emotion in her, that caused her to storm out that door, that forced him to follow after her, that caused the worry that spread through him as he saw the irrefutable woman running almost blindly through a thunderstorm. Whether it was due to genuine concern for her or the knowledge that his need would no longer have the chance to be satisfied if she died before he could do so or a little of both was the reason he stormed after her but all he knew was that there was just this driving force that caused him to do so.

 

He stormed after her running in long fervent strides, calling her name, telling her to stop, knowing that if she did not follow his instructions she would get hurt. She disobeyed him. She ran faster, ignoring his shouts, his almost feral pleads. It should have been all too obvious to him that her mind was in her own world, a world that would cause her body to suffer in this.

 

The flashes of lightning grew brighter and brighter with each stride he made, the silence between the lightning and the thunder becoming shorter and shorter, showing the closeness of it all. With each step she ran faster and his pressed harder to reach her, when finally his voice no longer would make no sound, it was then his fears were realized. Lightning had struck a tree nearby and the now flaming torch lit by the lightning glowing in the musky evening time was going to hit her. It was this that made him forget everything out of his rules when strangers could possibly be around and in an earnest attempt to save Bulma flew to her so as to make sure he did not fall short as his lunged for her. He pushed her to the ground with his body. And almost simultaneously destroyed the oncoming tree with a ki blast, his body protecting hers from the debris.

 

He held onto her tightly not wanting anything to happen to her. He whispered her name softly into her ears but she didn't answer. He repeated it again but she did not answer yet again. It was then he realized that his sensitive ears could not pick up on her breathing. She was not breathing. Panic struck him and he eased himself off of her in a hope to give her more air so she would breathe again. It didn't help. He turned her onto her back and immediately started to look for any serious injuries and there on her forehead was a cut from which blood was coming from. He placed his hand behind her head gently shaking her willing her to wake up but she disobeyed in this respect. All she did as an answer was take a long awaited breath, but the breath was muffled and sounded as if it was painful for her to breathe. Panic raked through his body, he knew what that could mean or could cause. Without further pressing her to wake, he got up quickly, took her up and started running towards the mansion at full speed forgetting about his flying capabilities temporarily.

 

His voice could be heard as soon as her entered the door, servants rushing out of every corner of the mansion to find their master standing in the staircase holding an apparently hurt Bulma Briefs. Dorothy, his childhood nanny, was the first to reach him. She looked over Bulma with a startled expression.

“ Call the doctor,” he shouted at her. “ Get him here now. I don't care if you have to send out a carriage for him, get him now!”

 

He voice was so authoritative she hadn't skipped a beat and in a second was rushing off to the nearest phone. The other servants looked onward not knowing what to do.

 

“ Don't just stand there, get the damned meds, now!”

 

All at once all of them rushed to get what he asked for. In a rear show of affection he looked down at the fragile body in his hands and stroked her cheek. Her breathing was steadier now yet still sounded weak. He lowered his head, to listen to her breathing more closely, raising her body closer to him at the same time. That was the first time he felt her move.

 

Bulma felt strange and very weak. She opened her eyes slowly feeling as if she had just woken up after a bad night of sleep. She had a terrible headache and her vision was blurred. She, however, could see the outline of Vegeta's upper body almost against her. She moved in his hands not realizing where she was. She saw his outline move suddenly so that his face was closer to her. She raised her hand to touch his face, judging the distance between them.

 

She opened her mouth trying to speak but no sound came. She tried again but only a soft crock could be heard. She blinked again trying to clear her vision getting feed up of not being able to see properly even now. She succeeded in her plight when she finally saw Vegeta's face, it was concern stricken, her heart stopped.

 

“ Vegeta,” she whispered, “ what happened?”

 

“ Not now woman we need to get you to a bed.”

 

She felt herself moving but she wasn't walking.

 

“ Where am I?”

 

“ Shh. In my hands woman.”

 

She nodded her head in response, snuggling more into his chest. He was warm and felt nice. She yawned, she was tired.

 

“ Don't leave me Vegeta.” She said before drifting off to sleep.

 

Vegeta walked through the door of her room, into her bedroom. He placed her unto the bed, then stepped back and looked intently at her. He stayed like this for a while just looking at her. He chose not to think of his actions, his worry. He pushed searching for the reason to the back of his mind at this moment he was just reflecting on the fact she would be all right.

 

She had a bruise on her forehead and her masculine clothes were torn but she still held her beauty. He took a deep breath and walked toward the windows. They were open already, he did not need to open them to give her fresh air. He stood there and watched her sleeping, the shock of what had happened seeping back into his blood. It could have been prevented. If he had not upset her this would not have happened. It was then he decided it was better he stayed away from Bulma Briefs she was a danger to herself as well as him. He actually starting to care about her and that was what he needed to prevent. Keeping her at a distance would be the only way to prevent this but he was just unsure how he was going to do that.

 

“ Master Vegeta the doctor is on his way. He will be here any second now.” Dorothy said after she closed the room door behind her. She had just made a series of phone calls, to both the doctor and to the Briefs. She knew they would have to be contacted even though Vegeta had not told her to do so. He had not been thinking properly before and as she looked at him now he probably was not doing so now.

 

He hadn't answered her. He instead remained looking at the sleeping woman before him deep in thought.

 

“ Do you want me to leave Master?”

 

“ She could have died Dorothy.”

 

His voice was hoarse but steady

 

“ Yes but she didn't.” Dorothy reminded.

 

She walked across the room to Vegeta. She had seen him grow into a man and yet she still could see the boy that was in him. Only at the most vulnerable moments when his guard was down could you still see the boy that made the man and it was these times that she had most appreciated her job as his nanny when both of them were younger. She was no longer his nanny and he didn't need one. She was now his head of staff and she was getting old. Someone would have to take her place as his only female friend and the woman on the bed with her eyes closed seemed suitable enough for that. But where as her relationship with Vegeta was completely plutonic she doubted it would be that way between the two.

 

She would not hug him when she reached him. She knew he would never allow her to do so. Only when he was an extremely small boy did she get a chance to do so. He was no longer a boy he was now a man. Instead she stood beside him in silence giving him her support the only way he would accept it. They did not talk nor did she expect them to. They remained like this until she opened the door for the doctor.

 

He was a lean tall man who wore spectacles and a black suit. He had a handsome face that seemed to have a permanent sympathic look on it.

 

“ Good afternoon Ms. Parker, Mr. no Ouji.”

 

“ Good afternoon Doctor Bartlett.” Dorothy said.

 

Vegeta only nodded his head at him and remained where he was.

 

Doctor Bartlett immediately went to Bulma's bedside. She still laid there sleeping, her chest moving up and down, as he worked on her. He started assessing her injuries.

 

“ Mr. no Ouji, how exactly did this occur. Ms. Parker was unable to tell me what happened.”

 

“ She hit her head.” Vegeta said simply, finding that was sufficient enough answer for the doctor.

 

“ And how did you suppose she hit her head Mr. no Ouji,” the doctor asked curtly, wanting Vegeta to have him the facts quickly so he could concentrate on helping his patient.

 

The doctor's tone did not go unnoticed or unanswered by Vegeta. Vegeta pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and stood with his feet slightly apart, his eye more intense than before. He was the picture of intimidation.

 

“ She fell.”

 

The doctor still not finding his answer valid enough explanation continued to question him. He after all had his back to Vegeta and did not notice the difference in Vegeta's stance. Dorothy however noticed and noted the change. She knew she would have to silence one of them soon.

 

“ Do you know how she fell or did you just find her on the ground in this state.”

 

“ I saw when she fell down. She was running.”

 

“ And why may I ask was she running.”

 

“ She was upset.”

 

“ And why was she upset,” he looked briefly at Vegeta and then continued to examine Bulma.

 

“ I have no idea.” Vegeta said authoritatively, making the doctor know he would not tolerate any more questioning or more precisely there would be no more questioning.

 

The doctor took the hint and questioned him no more. Even though he was had taken care of Vegeta on some occasions he was only immune to Vegeta's intimidation to a certain extent and no further and he was no fool, he knew when not to ask any more questions.

 

“ Vegeta I am afraid you will have to leave I have to examine Ms. Briefs more thoroughly.”

 

Vegeta nodded his head and was about to leave when he saw Bulma eyes open. He paused for a moment and then continued on his way out of the room. He would remain outside of her door until her parents were gone and she was once again asleep before checking up on her.

 

Bulma slowly came back to consciousness. She felt someone touching her. She immediately whispered Vegeta's name wondering if she was still in his arms. She snuggled deeper into the bed.

 

“ No, this in Doctor Bartlett. I am going to take a closer look at your injuries so just relax.”

 

“ Where is Vegeta?” she said sitting up abruptly while rubbing her eyes to obtain better vision.

 

“ I assume he is outside. He just left.”

 

“ Oh.”

 

“ Now just relax,” he said pushing her back against the bed, “ Your parents will be here anytime. Ms. Parker here informed me that she called them and they are on their way.”

 

Bulma obeyed him and lied back on the bed. Her parents were on their way. How in the world was she going to explain this. She wasn't even too sure how this occurred herself. It was obvious she would have to lie if Vegeta hadn't told them already. She couldn't help but wonder if he had stayed with her the entire time or had just simply showed the doctor where she was. The first would be flattering but the latter would only serve to upset her. But even if Vegeta did stay she wasn't sure what would have been his motives. Would it have been just because she had asked him to or did he care what happened to her?

 

“ Ouch.”

 

“ Sorry. But we have to take off these clothes so I can get a better look at you.”

 

She followed his instructions lifting up herself when he asked her to. It was kind of weird at first but he eased her with his voice and soothing words. He reminded her of her father who would soothe her by talking to her like this when she would get nervous when she had to do something she wasn't sure she could do. Doctor Bartlett worked efficiently and quickly until she was bandaged and no longer as weak as before. She thanked him when he was done.

 

“ You are welcome young lady. Remember to stay in bed for a day or two before even thinking of getting up.”

 

“ I will.”

 

“ Good. Ms. Parker here tells me your parents are outside. They must want to see you. I'm afraid I will have to talk to them before you can see them. You might have to wait a little while.”

 

“ That is fine.”

 

The truth was that Bulma was in no mood to see her parents anytime soon. She didn't know what to tell them. If worst came to worst she could tell them she has a memory lapse

 

“ I will leave you now.”

 

Doctor Bartlett left the room but Dorothy remained.

 

“ We must change you into other clothes before your parents come inside. I don't think they would like to see you in these torn things.”

 

Dorothy went and took up a nightgown from out of nowhere and helped Bulma to change. She then looked over the place another time before opening the door to let in Bulma's parents.

 

Bulma's mother ran into the room, threw her arms around Bulma and wouldn't let go.

 

“ Are you okay sweetie,” she said crying and kissing her cheeks, “ I was so worried, so very worried. Your father and I was so worried. Oh, Bulma we were so worried.'

 

Bulma looked around her mother at her father who stood looking at the emotional reunion. Bulma mouthed to him to help her.

 

“ Lindia give our daughter some room. She looks fine. The doctor said she was fine and I believe so.”

 

Her sniveling mother obeyed and let go of her daughter but remained at the side of the bed, holding her hand.

 

“ Yes he did. He said she would have to stay in bed for a while. Didn't he? I guess she can't leave with us. She'll have to stay her.”

 

A little smile started to creep over her mother's face and that sparkle in her eyes started to seep back in. She was thinking up something and Bulma knew what.

 

“ I guess she will,” Dr. Briefs stated, “ It wouldn't be good for her to come back with us.”

 

“ You are leaving me?”

 

“ It seems so, darling. You are in no condition to get up much less go back home in that stuffy carriage. The distance would harm you further than you already are harmed. You have to stay and that is final. At least now you have an excuse for being here with Vegeta helping him with that machine your father sold him. You and Vegeta could get to know each other a little better than you already do.”

 

Bulma lowered herself into her bed and looked up at her parents. She couldn't help the feeling thinking that her mother was somewhat happy about the outcome of her injury. She knew why her mother wanted to do so but if she knew only knew like herself that it was a lost cause she probably wouldn't be so happy about the inconvenience that was now a great convenience for her in order to get her daughter married.

 

With that finalized her mother and father started to talk to her about everything and nothing but they did not have her full attention. All she could think of if indeed she and Vegeta were a lost cause.

 

 

 

I am working on the next chapter and it will come very soon. Sorry for the long wait.

 

Jody