Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Strength of Love ❯ Bewilderment ( Chapter 6 )

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Quick Note: Hey guys. This chapter took me so long to write! Things have been really busy in my personal life for the past couple of weeks, so I wasn't able to sit my ass down and type until now. . .and as you can see, I've updated one of my other stories, so at least I'm busy! But anyway, here's the lastest chapter of:

The Strength of Love

Chapter Six: Bewilderment

His big, clumsy feet paced the room. He needed to think. To think of a way to get himself out of his confinement. He was aware that he was heavily guarded and in an area with a plethora of strong fighters. Things would not go well if he chose to bust a hole through the wall and charge down the hallway, demanding that one of the ship's inhabitants should prepare an escape pod for him. No. . .he needed another way. Perhaps one more subtle.

Kakarrot stopped his movement and looked at the door, the one obstacle that he knew he could not break down and storm past. `If I want to get out of here,' Kakarrot decided. `Then I can't go by force. I need permission to be allowed to pass through.'

He also sensed a strong power level below him, and that was less than good. It was as mighty as his own, and the tall Saiyan had no intention of crossing paths with something that strong, at least not when he was trying to escape. So now the question was how in the seven galaxies was he supposed to get off of this ship?

There was a soft knock at the door. Kakarrot's coal black eyes watched as the entryway cleared, showing his blue-haired captive carrying a tray laden with food. The comely woman smiled at him before stepping inside his room, the door sliding close behind her. Despite his desire for control of the situation, Kakarrot found his mouth watering at the idea of the meal in front of him.

"Well it seems that you've become exceedingly popular these days," Bulma said as she set her burden on a table next to his bed and uncovered the steaming food. "You have a lot of people fighting for you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kakarrot demanded.

Bulma quirked a brow at him and set some silverware next to his plate. "If you were a strong fighter, then your senses would tell you that there's another Saiyan beneath this floor."

"What?"

She smiled at him as she came in front of him, placing what felt like a loving hand on the side of his face. Moving her palm upwards to tangle in his hair, Bulma stared into his dark eyes. "You catch on slow. We'll have to work on that." She massaged his scalp briefly, then moved away. "There's a Saiyan in one of the cells on the lower level of the ship. And judging by his high power level, who do you think is down there?"

Kakarrot's eyes widened with realization. ". . .Prince Vegeta?"

"Bingo. He stopped by an hour ago to. . .check in on us and request that we would allow you leave." Her beautiful smile quickly tranformed into a dark smirk. "And he was informed that you had no authorization upon departing our ship."

The Saiyan's brow crinkled in confusion. Out of all of the people he knew, he would have never guessed that the prince would even come to his rescue. A ghost of a smile crept across his face. Now that the prince was here, they could work together to escape! However, he was not foolish enough to let Bulma see his immense relief. "Will I be allowed to speak with him?"

"In due time. For now, I have some matters to attend to." She walked to the door before turning to him and allowing her eyes to wander down the length of his body. "But, believe me. . .I'll be back."

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The sound of the key code of the lock forced his eyes to snap open. The Saiyan prince had only dozed off for a few minutes; his fatigued body needed its rest from the days events. He had decided to get a few winks of sleep after stressing himself out for a suitable plan. . . needless to say, he was unable to find a suitible way out of his dilema. He quickly rose to his feet to brace himself for whatever new torture his captives had devised.

To his surprise, he watched as a man whom he had never seen enter his cell. The man was taller than him, his hair slightly below his ears in a neat haircut. The sound of his shoes padding across the floor to him filled the room. He stopped once he reached Vegeta. "Are you the Saiyan captive that everyone's talking about?"

Vegeta stared at him. He would have laughed in his face if he had been in a better mood. The prince felt his power rise when the fool entered, most likely meant for intimidation, and Vegeta could tell that he had risen it to its max, a lowly, pathetic level compared to his own. However, the Saiyan's curiosity won over his amusement, so he demanded, "Who wants to know?"

The man was a bit taken aback from his rudeness, but he chalked it up to being a cramped up in the tiny room for so long. He held out a hand to the shorter man, only to have it smacked away. He dropped his hand down to his side, but continued. "My name is Yamcha. I'm a resident and fighter of this ship."

"Get to the point, moron! I'm growing bored of you by the second."

Yamcha growled at the prince. He knew that he couldn't get angry. This guy was his ticket to winning Bulma, and he knew now that it would take some serious ass-kissing in order for him to attain what he wanted. So, after considering this, he decided to ignore his irritation and resume with his plan. "Please answer the question, and I will get to my point."

"I am the Prince of Vegeta-sei. I may be down here now, but I can assure you that I won't be for long. What's taking so long for you to state a reason of why I should give a damn who you are?"

That was it. Yamcha would not stand here and take the verbal abuse. Feeling his patience being sucked out of him, he turned his back on the Saiyan. "I was offering you a chance to escape, but seeing how you're obviously too busy, I'll leave you to sitting around on your ass, waiting for Seventeen to come back down here and kick the shit out of you again." Yamcha watched Vegeta's jet-black eyes narrow at that coment and saw his chance. "Oh yeah. Everybody on the ship knows how bad that he roughed you up after he brought you to your cell."

"Whatever, weakling! I'm not interested in the gossip that circulates this poor excuse for a vessel." He crossed his arms and glared daggers at the human. "If what you are saying is true, then why would you be willing to help me?"

With that, Yamcha grinned. "I'm glad you asked me that question. There has been a certain. . .thing that I have been wanting for quite some time now, and a lot of people have seem to detest my desire for it. One being in particular, a person that I know that you would like to see anihilated. The man that dragged you here in the first place."

Vegeta's brow rose. "You mean that impudent black-haired idiot? Hmph. What do you have in mind for him?"

Yamcha's grin turned into a full-blown smile. "Nothing much. Just eliminate him and I'll unlock both your door and Kakarrot's door."

"Simple `unlocking' is not going to get me off of this ship. I need a getaway vessel, both for me as well as that retard Kakarrot." The prince rolled his eyes. "And I also will need a clear path, with as little opposing force as possible."

"So if I do all of that, you'll get rid of Seventeen?"

"I'll look forward to it," Vegeta said as he gave his darkest smirk.

"Then it's settled." Yamcha walked to the door of the cell. "I have to go, since I know Seventeen will be back to his post any minute now. I'll come back later and we can work out the details." A huff was all he got from the Saiyan prince. Satisfied, Yamcha closed the door and punched in the security code he had weedled out of one of the usual guards that worked down in the cell ward.

Seventeen was going to pay.

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Bulma sighed as she carried yet another tray of food to her other prisoner. It wasn't as if she was forced to bring them their meals; she preferred to keep a constant eye on her assignments, and ever since the proud Saiyan wormed his way into the ship, he had become her responsibility.

She was slightly surprised when she noticed the lock panel was warm, but quickly dismissed it. Seventeen probably returned to dish out another beating to the prince. Torture was Seventeen's fun, and by the looks of it, he hadn't even gotten started on the Saiyan prince. She had a feeling that she would stop him though, mainly because she had no wish to see the handsome face of Prince Vegeta to be marred. Neglecting her thoughts, she watched as the door slid open and stepped in.

He was sitting directly across from the door, giving her his best scowl. She smiled, regardless of his dark frown. Bulma was a little perplexed when he suddenly smirked at her, as if he had just noticed something and was forming a plan inside of that complex mind of his. However, she didn't have to wait very long to hear his thoughts.

"A serving wench? I would have never guessed. But I guess that makes up for your meager power level."

Bulma glared at him, but taking his bait nevertheless. "I'm only bringing you your food, since your brooding has scared off some of the usual servants. But I do know of one other person who would have loved to deliver your meal to you, and I'm guessing that you would not prefer that he did, since Seventeen would not let you eat without a price." Her brow wrinkled in confusion when he did not blow up and attack her like she had anticipated. That was funny. Why was he not upset at the mention of his name? Perhaps he didn't fear them like he said he did. But that couldn't be the case, since after all of his time down here, he never once tried to escape. What in the world was going on?

"That stupid weakling will be dealt with later on when I leave." Vegeta watched her in amusement. The pitiful little woman didn't have any clue about what was happening. It had taken a few minutes of complete planing to decide to take a souvenir with him upon his departure. He was sure that his father would be pleased to have her on Vegeta-sei. She had a lot to account for, and she would be punished accordingly. But in this bewildered state, she seemed to be most vulnerable, and he enjoyed every moment of it.

It took only a few seconds to regain her composture, thanks to his answer. So he thought he was leaving them so soon, did he? A smile crept across her lips at that. "I think staying down here has made you quite delusional, my prince. You won't be going anytime soon."

"Oh, I beg to differ, bitch. And you will see." The same smirk remained on his face. "And I refuse to eat anything that hasn't been properly tasted." He crossed his arms and rose one of his magnificent brows. "Well?"

"Well, what? If you don't eat, you won't be getting any more for a while. You either digest it or watch it rot. It's your choice." Bulma was getting quite annoyed by his behavior.

"Royalty doesn't trust the words of commoners. You could have drugged or poisoned that food for all I know-"

"-which apparently is not a lot." she rolled her eyes. "Just take the damn food, my prince, or you can waste away with starvation."

"Why do you care what happens to me, woman?" Vegeta inquired, suddenly curious.

"Unfortunently, my father decided to place you in my charge. So I have to take care of you from now until we can decide what to use you for."

"So if you're in charge of me, shouldn't you be mindful of my well-being?"

Bulma sighed in anger as she sat down in front of him. "Alright fine," she complied. Taking a spoon, she dipped it in the bowl of soup that was on the tray and tasted it. "See? Not gagging or choking." Another brilliant smile spread across her face as a thought entered her head. She dipped the utensil in the liquid again and brought it to the prince's mouth. "Why don't you try some?"

"What is this, bitch? I can feed myself!"

"You were the one who wanted to be babied. Shall I make airplane noises as well, or are you going to grow up?" she asked, enjoying her little game with him.

Vegeta's brows lowered dangerousely. She was supposed to stay aggrivated, but by the look on her face, she was delighting in it. `Well', he thought, feeling the smirk return to his lips. `She wants to play, then she'll get what she deserves.' He opened his mouth and waited for her to place the spoon inside it.

Stunned a bit by his acceptance, she obliged. When he swallowed the soup, she was going to pull it out, but he took a moment to seductively lick the utensil clean. It was then safe to say that she was starting to get a little scared. But she kept her eyes on him, incapable of turning away.

He smiled inwardly. She was losing at her own game, but then he always won at everything, so he was not surprised. He looked down at the tray and gave her another command. "Now the bread."

She picked up the loaf with trembling fingers. Just what was he getting at? She broke off a piece and was about to deliver it to him before he shook his head at her. "I will not eat unless it's tasted first," he told her.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at him and popped the morsel in her mouth. She chewed and digested the piece and separated another chunk away from the loaf. She held it out to him, but this time he grabbed her hand and licked each of her fingers, one by one, his eyes never leaving hers. If she had any sort of thought, any type of insult, or even a hint of normal conversation, it was lost in her complete and utter confusion. What had started as mockery to his character, had transformed into something hazardous, if the tingles running up her spine were any indication. What was wrong with her?

She ripped her hand away from him. Vegeta smirked at her. "Is something the matter, woman?" he asked as innocently as possible.

She snarled at him and rubbed her saliva-covered hand in his hair, not paying him any heed as he scowled at her, and rose from her spot. "Now that everything has been tasted `properly', I suggest you eat it. You'll need all of your strength once your surveillance returns," she informed as she walked towards the door. "Seventeen only accepts promptness." She left the cell. . .as well as one furious Saiyan behind.

Author's Note: Did Bulma bite off more than she can chew? Well, since it's my story, you can bet that she did! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I also hope you'll review!