Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Transformation ❯ Chapter 4
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By: Mismerca 
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2011 | Updated On: 09.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 363 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from Dragon Balls Z.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2011 | Updated On: 09.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 363 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4:
Vegeta paused while levitating in mid-air in the gravity room. Something had briefly drawn his attention while he was training. That split second distraction nearly cost him as one of the enhanced drones fired off a quick barrage of energy blasts. Returning to his senses not a moment too late, he quickly deflected the attacks and detroyed to impertinent bot as well as the remaining training drones. Descending to the floor, he walked over and disabled the gravity machine, he immediately felt the pressure on his body lift. He attempted to recall the fleeting sensation that had caused him to stop during his workout in the first place. All he could summon up was a brief image of Bulma, disgusted he moved toward the exit. 'Of course I would think of her,' he told himself, 'she needs to get her ass in gear and make me some drones that are worthy of my time.' A nagging feeling tried to tell him that there was more to it, but he ignored it. Instead, he thought back to the last time he had any real type of interaction with her. Granted the event he recalled could be considered anything but that.
He had been meditating outside the gravity room following a particularly draining session when he heard a faint scream. Judging by the sound of it, it was somewhere on the premises he surmised. It was none of his business, he had told himself as he tried to resume his meditation. Unable to pick up where he left off he growled. 'Whoever is responsible for interupting me will be sorry,' he thought as he stood up. Closing his eyes briefly, he focused on the ki within the compound's vicinity. He noticed there was a wildly fluctuating ki which was getting steadily weaker in one of the buildings on the outer edges of the property. Unable to identify it, he turned to investigate. As soon as he lifted off the ground to head in that direction, the structure that the ki was in exploded violently. Eyes narrowing, Vegeta was over there in a flash. Smoldering ruins greeted him when he arrived. Scanning the mess, he tried to look for the source of the ki. 'A normal human would be dead in this mess,' he thought scornfully. As he was about to turn away, a brief flare of ki caught his attention before it died out. Pinpointing the exact location, Vegeta flickered to the spot and punched through the crumpled debris. Ripping away handfuls of building along with electrical and other conduits he spotted the source. Reaching in he grasped an arm and pulled the body out. Shock crossed his features as he realized the limp body he held belonged to none other than Bulma. She looked to be on death's door. He moved his hand across her body in a quick assessment of her injuries. Almost certain she wouldn't survive he was about to leave her, "Let someone else deal with the simpering humans and their weak emotions," he said derisively. About to drop her back in the rubble, he sensed something different about Bulma, running his hand over her again, he sensed it again. Whatever it was, it wasn't very strong. Vegeta frowned, he didn't know what was going on or what Bulma had exposed herself to, but there was no way he could tell given her current state. Regardless, sheer curiousity made him bring her to the people who could get her the help she needed.
Since then, she had avoided him like the plague, seeming to pale whenever she found herself in the same room as him. Of course, it probably didn't help that he was always scrutinizing her whenever he saw her. She didn't even thank him, not that he cared in the least. 'No matter,' he thought, 'as long as she maintains this gravity room, I could care less about her or anyone else.' Looking up he noticed the sky getting dark, he estimated it to be sometime after eight pm. Swiftly, Vegeta turned and marched into the house dismissing any lingering thoughts of Bulma.
Back in Bulma's office:
Bulma stood and stretched, her blue camisole pulling tight across her full breasts. She had removed her lab coat hours ago and hung it on the coat rack near the door to her office. Looking at her laptop's clock, she ran her hand down her face as she realized how late it was. "Dammit," she breathed out in exasperation, "it's 8:40pm, I should've left two hours ago." Shutting down her computer she grabbed her purse and headed out of her office, hearing the automatic lock sound behind her. The lights in the corridors were out save for the ones needed to guide building occupants out in case of an emergency. Yawning, she walked past the nearby elevators and walked towards the ones closer to the front of the building. As she turned a corner, she was grabbed by two hands reaching out of the darkness. Initially, panic set in, but her training quickly took over. Reaching up she grabbed the arm of her attacker, using her weight she set him off balance, and swiftly threw him over her shoulder. As he landed, he rolled and came up slowly. She felt a sting in the back of her neck, reaching up she felt something get dislodged from her skin as it fell to the ground. Immediately, she knew her assailant had drugged her with something. Her only chance was to incapacitate him before she succmbed to whatever it was he injected her with. The shadows prevented her from clearly identifying him, but he looked to be holding his hands out in a non-threatening manner. Assessing her attacker, she estimated that although he wasn't a fighter he appeared to have some strength as well as weight behind him, if hurling him over her shoulder gave her any indication. Dropping her purse and quickly stepping into him she turned and shoved her elbow into his solar plexus. A pained grunt and exhale of breath signaled that she connected well. Dropping down she swept her leg around and tripped him. Hitting the ground again the attacker must've decided that he couldn't wait for the sedative to kick in. Trying to minimize her movements he reached out grabbing one of her ankles and yanked, trying to set her off balance. Flipping backwards in a backhand spring, Bulma's pump connected square with his jaw as she gracefully landed several feet away. The attacker yelled in pain as blood flowed freely from his mouth. Bulma's victorious feeling was soon replaced with fear as she felt her senses dulling. 'Oh no, the drug is starting to take effect,' she thought as apphrension set in. She felt her world spinning, although she saw her attacker bullrush her, she was too slow to react. He knocked her off her feet and she slid across the floor into the wall. She grunted, the man came over to her and hauled her up by her blouse, "What a spitfire you are," he said slapping her across the face splitting her lip. Sedated by drugs, she could do no more than dangle from his grasp. Satisified that she appeared to have no more fight in her he continued, "I never knew that you were that talented Ms. Briefs. I suppose it is to be expected that your skills extend past sheer intelligence. Thankfully, I prepared that sedative. I had intended to use it so that I could take you somewhere more private and sensual, but after the trouble you just gave me, I think I deserve a taste now." In the light of the elevator she could see her assailants face. It was oval with a large, jutting chin and thin lips that now had blood running from them. He had his mouth pulled into an ugly sneer and she noticed with some satisfaction that some teeth were missing. His eyes were set close together with a large nose taking center stage. His small eyes had the look of lust in them, sending disgusted shivers down her spine. His meaty palm ripped her blouse from her body baring her breasts. She felt bile in the back of her throat, as her vision became fuzzy around the edges. "Don...don't....do...dis..." she slurred as the world around her slowly darkened. "Oh don't worry my dear," he cooed, licking the side of her face, "I'll make sure that we do this again when you come to." He pressed his repulsive erection against her thigh as he pawed her skirt up. The last thing se felt was a blinding rage as the blackness receeded and her world went red.
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Vegeta paused while levitating in mid-air in the gravity room. Something had briefly drawn his attention while he was training. That split second distraction nearly cost him as one of the enhanced drones fired off a quick barrage of energy blasts. Returning to his senses not a moment too late, he quickly deflected the attacks and detroyed to impertinent bot as well as the remaining training drones. Descending to the floor, he walked over and disabled the gravity machine, he immediately felt the pressure on his body lift. He attempted to recall the fleeting sensation that had caused him to stop during his workout in the first place. All he could summon up was a brief image of Bulma, disgusted he moved toward the exit. 'Of course I would think of her,' he told himself, 'she needs to get her ass in gear and make me some drones that are worthy of my time.' A nagging feeling tried to tell him that there was more to it, but he ignored it. Instead, he thought back to the last time he had any real type of interaction with her. Granted the event he recalled could be considered anything but that.
He had been meditating outside the gravity room following a particularly draining session when he heard a faint scream. Judging by the sound of it, it was somewhere on the premises he surmised. It was none of his business, he had told himself as he tried to resume his meditation. Unable to pick up where he left off he growled. 'Whoever is responsible for interupting me will be sorry,' he thought as he stood up. Closing his eyes briefly, he focused on the ki within the compound's vicinity. He noticed there was a wildly fluctuating ki which was getting steadily weaker in one of the buildings on the outer edges of the property. Unable to identify it, he turned to investigate. As soon as he lifted off the ground to head in that direction, the structure that the ki was in exploded violently. Eyes narrowing, Vegeta was over there in a flash. Smoldering ruins greeted him when he arrived. Scanning the mess, he tried to look for the source of the ki. 'A normal human would be dead in this mess,' he thought scornfully. As he was about to turn away, a brief flare of ki caught his attention before it died out. Pinpointing the exact location, Vegeta flickered to the spot and punched through the crumpled debris. Ripping away handfuls of building along with electrical and other conduits he spotted the source. Reaching in he grasped an arm and pulled the body out. Shock crossed his features as he realized the limp body he held belonged to none other than Bulma. She looked to be on death's door. He moved his hand across her body in a quick assessment of her injuries. Almost certain she wouldn't survive he was about to leave her, "Let someone else deal with the simpering humans and their weak emotions," he said derisively. About to drop her back in the rubble, he sensed something different about Bulma, running his hand over her again, he sensed it again. Whatever it was, it wasn't very strong. Vegeta frowned, he didn't know what was going on or what Bulma had exposed herself to, but there was no way he could tell given her current state. Regardless, sheer curiousity made him bring her to the people who could get her the help she needed.
Since then, she had avoided him like the plague, seeming to pale whenever she found herself in the same room as him. Of course, it probably didn't help that he was always scrutinizing her whenever he saw her. She didn't even thank him, not that he cared in the least. 'No matter,' he thought, 'as long as she maintains this gravity room, I could care less about her or anyone else.' Looking up he noticed the sky getting dark, he estimated it to be sometime after eight pm. Swiftly, Vegeta turned and marched into the house dismissing any lingering thoughts of Bulma.
Back in Bulma's office:
Bulma stood and stretched, her blue camisole pulling tight across her full breasts. She had removed her lab coat hours ago and hung it on the coat rack near the door to her office. Looking at her laptop's clock, she ran her hand down her face as she realized how late it was. "Dammit," she breathed out in exasperation, "it's 8:40pm, I should've left two hours ago." Shutting down her computer she grabbed her purse and headed out of her office, hearing the automatic lock sound behind her. The lights in the corridors were out save for the ones needed to guide building occupants out in case of an emergency. Yawning, she walked past the nearby elevators and walked towards the ones closer to the front of the building. As she turned a corner, she was grabbed by two hands reaching out of the darkness. Initially, panic set in, but her training quickly took over. Reaching up she grabbed the arm of her attacker, using her weight she set him off balance, and swiftly threw him over her shoulder. As he landed, he rolled and came up slowly. She felt a sting in the back of her neck, reaching up she felt something get dislodged from her skin as it fell to the ground. Immediately, she knew her assailant had drugged her with something. Her only chance was to incapacitate him before she succmbed to whatever it was he injected her with. The shadows prevented her from clearly identifying him, but he looked to be holding his hands out in a non-threatening manner. Assessing her attacker, she estimated that although he wasn't a fighter he appeared to have some strength as well as weight behind him, if hurling him over her shoulder gave her any indication. Dropping her purse and quickly stepping into him she turned and shoved her elbow into his solar plexus. A pained grunt and exhale of breath signaled that she connected well. Dropping down she swept her leg around and tripped him. Hitting the ground again the attacker must've decided that he couldn't wait for the sedative to kick in. Trying to minimize her movements he reached out grabbing one of her ankles and yanked, trying to set her off balance. Flipping backwards in a backhand spring, Bulma's pump connected square with his jaw as she gracefully landed several feet away. The attacker yelled in pain as blood flowed freely from his mouth. Bulma's victorious feeling was soon replaced with fear as she felt her senses dulling. 'Oh no, the drug is starting to take effect,' she thought as apphrension set in. She felt her world spinning, although she saw her attacker bullrush her, she was too slow to react. He knocked her off her feet and she slid across the floor into the wall. She grunted, the man came over to her and hauled her up by her blouse, "What a spitfire you are," he said slapping her across the face splitting her lip. Sedated by drugs, she could do no more than dangle from his grasp. Satisified that she appeared to have no more fight in her he continued, "I never knew that you were that talented Ms. Briefs. I suppose it is to be expected that your skills extend past sheer intelligence. Thankfully, I prepared that sedative. I had intended to use it so that I could take you somewhere more private and sensual, but after the trouble you just gave me, I think I deserve a taste now." In the light of the elevator she could see her assailants face. It was oval with a large, jutting chin and thin lips that now had blood running from them. He had his mouth pulled into an ugly sneer and she noticed with some satisfaction that some teeth were missing. His eyes were set close together with a large nose taking center stage. His small eyes had the look of lust in them, sending disgusted shivers down her spine. His meaty palm ripped her blouse from her body baring her breasts. She felt bile in the back of her throat, as her vision became fuzzy around the edges. "Don...don't....do...dis..." she slurred as the world around her slowly darkened. "Oh don't worry my dear," he cooed, licking the side of her face, "I'll make sure that we do this again when you come to." He pressed his repulsive erection against her thigh as he pawed her skirt up. The last thing se felt was a blinding rage as the blackness receeded and her world went red.
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