Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ True Torture ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

'Do you know what they call people like you in my language, woman?'

Of course, there was no way Bulma could answer. She was all the way in her lab, underneath Vegeta and quite a ways to the side of him. His voice, deep and grating with a slight accent she couldn't identify, seemed to be right in her ear though.

'Aware. Aware na onna.'

She slammed down the tool she had been using, smashing it right through the chip that would control the gravity in Goku's spaceship.

'I bet you want to know what that means, don't you? Well, you'll just have to come in here to find out. I'll teach her to mess with the Prince of all Saiyans. I'll break her!'

Some part of her mind dimly wondered if he realized she could hear all his thoughts as she gave a frustrated shriek. "That bastard!"

"Bulma! That's no kind of language for a lady to use!" She whirled around to see her father standing in the doorway, a teasing smile on his face. "Besides, how do you know it's male?"

She grinned back at her father, opening her mouth to rejoinder him.

'Aware na onna…aware na onna. Anybody in that dead brain of yours, woman? Come yell at me. I'm bored!' She swore she could hear his pout. 'I swear, her brain must be as empty as Nappa's!'

"Shut up!" as her father's face fell, she immediately held up both her hands. "Oh dad! Not you! I was talking to-" Who? The voice inside her head? "I wasn't yelling at you, I'm serious! I'm really sorry!"

"That's okay, Bulma. I'm sure the stress of the 'project' is getting to you." They both knew who he spoke of.

'Aware. Aware na onna. Come back here, whore. I want to tell you how much I enjoyed watching your 'boyfriend' die….'

She gritted her teeth and ignored the voice. "That's exactly it! I think I'll take a break and check on him…."

Her father gazed worriedly at her as she exited, scratching the head of the black cat on his shoulder as it mewed. "I worry about her sometimes, Kitty. I really do."

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Vegeta smirked contentedly at himself as the woman came storming back into the room, practically emitting rage from every pore. 'About time.'

"Listen here, you little troll! You will not be breaking me any time soon, so you'd better get comfortable! And I don't care what that 'a where a no un nah' means!"

Vegeta merely smirked at her. 'Aware na onna. Don't butcher the language.' There was a slight pause. 'What's a troll?' Since his facial expression did not change from its smirk, she assumed he didn't know she could 'hear' him.

"A troll is a short, grumpy, ugly, smelly beast whose hair sticks straight up and has the intelligence of a gnat." She smirked at him, standing up straighter and folding her arms. "Did you know I can hear every thought you have?"

'Every thought?' His eyes seemed to widen fractionally with what she could swear was panic. Well, she wouldn't have wanted anyone to know what she was thinking twenty-four seven either. 'Arienai! Iie…. Arienai.' He suddenly smirked, and she assumed that whatever he had said in his own language had convinced him of something. 'You lie!'

"Really? Then think something…anything. I'll tell you what you said."

He nodded shortly, closing his eyes. 'Frieza will be wondering where I am…. He's stationed on Planet 89. I should have no trouble slipping past these pathetic humans and making it into that ship their creating. Especially since I have such a powerful hold on the woman here-'

"Jeez! I said one thought! Not a paragraph…. Let's see: something about Frieza, a planet 89, and stealing the ship I'm building. By the way, you have no hold on me, buster!" She smiled smugly at the shocked expression on his face, chuckling as his next words reached her.

'I wasn't going to think that. I was going to think-she has a cute ass….'

She gasped, her face reddening. "You pervert! Y-you- Gross! Don't even look at me that way, you sick freak! You've-got a tail!"

He would've folded his arms across his chest if the movement were possible. As it was, he sneered at her. 'Tails are a highly useful tool to Saiyans, woman. Shit, she can hear my every thought? They can be used-a lot-in the higher pleasures. How the hell am I going to block her out? I could make you scream with just this tail…. I'll just have to convince her to want me out of her head….

'I do indeed have a hold on you, woman. I'll drive you nuts; make you so insane your own friends will disown you. What will they think when you say you hear a voice inside your head? I'll drive you so crazy you forget me. And that's all I need, for you to forget once. Then I'll attack.' She heard his dark chuckle in her mind and shivered. 'And I don't think I have to tell you what I'll do.'

She stared for a second, remembering not only his threat, but the thread of fear she'd heard in the other sentences. "No." He blinked at her. "I think I like this arrangement now. I think I'll tune into your thoughts for a bit longer. It's cozy inside your head."

She smirked as he paled considerably, teeth gritted in restrained anger. 'I'll kill her! No, I'll slice her skin into slits and wrap her in them so the only covering she has is her innards.'

She made a face and interrupted his thought process. "Be careful what you think, Saiyan. Anything you think can and will be used against you." She grinned brightly. "Maybe it'll be me who drives you nuts. I mean, really, how safe do you feel with me inside your mind?"

He sneered. 'Stupid human! You'll regret this. I swear it! When have I ever been safe?'

She blinked as the last thought came across to her and her brow furrowed.

Noticing the look, his eyes grew wide once more. His thoughts suddenly went dead silent.

Bulma pulled a chair over closer to Vegeta, noting that the cleaning bots had taken care of the cart and its mess. "So, you're going for the silent treatment, huh? Well, since that was my original intent…."

As she thought, the Prince couldn't keep silent for long. 'Stupid bi-'

"Who's Frieza?"

As soon as the question was asked, a myriad of thoughts came with it, though the look on Vegeta's face said he was trying not to think of it. 'Hate him, that freak. Thinks he can order me around as if he'sthe prince? I'll show him! I deserve his title and I'll get it.

'Thinks he can use me? Thinks he can fu- Blue. I like the color blue.'

Bulma laughed. "Oh, that was fun. So he's your 'boss', your master? Do you have to bow to him? Prostrate as you say, 'Yes, master. Anything you want, master'?" She was reduced to another fit of giggles.

'Yes, master…. Let me pleasure you, master.'

Her laughter immediately stopped and her head snapped up, feeling bile crawl up her throat. The look on Vegeta's face was not the mocking one she prayed for. Instead it was quite still, quite pale, and quite sickly. He looked like he wanted to vomit. The voice in her head had been dead, as if he was repeating something from rote.

He seemed to snap out of it then, his eyes containing something she truly shrinked back at. It was all the madness that accompanied such a person, all the rage and despair and self-loathing. This she didn't want to know.

'Leave.'

Without a word, she complied. She didn't hear him once in her thoughts for the rest of that night.

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She woke up in the morning to a chorus of curses in her head. Wincing at the harsh words in her mind and holding her hands to her ears in a vain attempt to block them out, Bulma padded in her slippers and nightgown to the Saiyan's room.

She opened the door and stared for a moment at the tangle of limbs on the floor before chuckling.

'She'd better shut up! That stupid human! I'll use her skin for a cape, or better yet, set it as a trophy alongside Frieza's-' He seemed to remember she could hear his thoughts and they abruptly stopped. Bulma really didn't want to know what he had been going to think.

"Need help?" She walked to stand smugly over the prone figure of the Prince. Somehow he had managed to throw himself bodily out of the bed. It hadn't accomplished anything. He couldn't even move enough to crawl anywhere. "What were you hoping to gain by this except bruises?"

'GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU BAKAYARO ONNA!'

She lurched backwards, hands to her head, as the mental voice screamed in her mind, sending her reeling to her butt on the floor. She sat there for a good two minutes, blinking back tears from her eyes at the pain that was the equivalent of a day's worth of migraine in two seconds.

Slowly, she stood, staring down at the Saiyan that glared up at her with as much hatred as she had ever seen from a person. The voice had contained true pain, and she could see now that his breath was heaving unevenly, sweat poured down his face, and his brow was furrowed. He was in real pain and she suddenly didn't feel like mocking him.

Slowly, she bent down, ignoring the beginnings of protest that began in her mind and slowly crescendo-ed to curses as she painstakingly lifted his heavy form and lugged it back onto the bed crookedly. She straightened him and put the covers back under his arms, letting them free to the air, before she finally looked at him.

Seeing that his words were doing nothing to stop her, he had calmed his curses to muttering things in his language. He glared, continuing his mutterings and flavoring it with 'I hate you' and 'aware na onna'. Finally she spoke, breaking through his thoughts easily.

"What's that mean?"

He blinked, his face scrunched in confusion. She elaborated before he could ask what she meant. "Aware na onna."

He blinked again at her flawless mimicry of his language; then smirked. 'It means pathetic woman.'

She nodded, pulling over a chair and seating herself. "So, what would you have done with those dragonballs?"

He seemed put-off that she was suddenly asking questions and she would've bet anything that if she couldn't read his thoughts, he wouldn't have told her anything. 'Wish for immortality. Kill Frieza. Rule the universe.'

She made a noise. "Sounds simple enough. So, what would you have done then? I can't imagine ruling the universe would've been fun and you seem to like to fight…. What's the fun in governing when the people allow you to govern and don't put up a fight?"

'Hn,' Bulma was surprised such a noise could be made in the mind, 'I would then blow up planets. Just for fun. Why should I follow rules? I'd be the Emperor. I'd make my own rules.'

"…And then break them?"

'Wha-'

She ran over him. "So, you'll rule the universe, making your own rules, and then make new rules to break those rules whenever you feel like it? Do you know what I was going to wish for?"

'You can actually think enough to wish for something?' He chuckled. 'What then, human? What would you wish for with that measly mind of yours?'

"Well, I was in a dilemma at first. I was stuck between wishing for a lifetime supply of strawberries and the perfect boyfriend. I chose the perfect boyfriend."

His voice was mocking as it reverberated in her mind. 'My point exactly, aware na onna, you have a measly mind. I would've picked the strawberries.'

She chuckled; then thought better of it and decided not to comment. Bulma held up a finger, smile telling that she was about to prove him wrong. "Ah, but the story didn't just end there. No, I had to search for the dragonballs. That's how I met Goku.

"Anyways, we spent almost a whole year searching for those balls. We finally only had one left, and someone who wanted to be Emperor of Earth had it. He trapped me, Goku, Yamcha, and some others and took our dragonballs."

'Does this story have a point or are you trying to bore me to sleep?'

She smirked. "Well, since you didn't sleep last night…."

'And how would you know, woman? Trying to sneak a peek in the middle of the night?'

His innuendo had the desired effect as she blushed, but quickly answered him. "I was just checking in on you." She pointed up the camera that was blinking a red light at the Saiyan from a corner of room. "Anyways, it ended up that the wish was wasted when one of our other friends had to use the wish to save the world-"

'What did it wish for?'

She cleared her throat, her face once again turning pink. "Um, he wished for the most comfortable pair of-underpants in the world…. He got woman's panties…."

It took quite a few moments for the uproarious laughter to die down in her head. When it was done, Vegeta was quite red himself from having to contain the laughter. Bulma shook her head, her eyes up to the ceiling, and continued. "The point is, that I didn't get my wish. Yamcha didn't get his wish either, which was basically to get up the nerves to ask a girl out. And that's when we realized that what we wanted to wish for was right in front of us. And that's where our relationship started."

She smiled down at the Saiyan only to frown at the sneer on his face. 'An amusing story, woman, but a waste of my time.'

She huffed. "Like you have anything better to do-"

They both turned at a sound from the door as Mrs. Briefs poked her head in. she glanced around, dopey smile on her face, before locking on the pair. "Oh, I thought I heard you talking to someone, Bulma, but you must've been talking to this dear boy here-"

'Gods, what kind of creature is this? Dear boy?'

Bulma turned back to Vegeta to see a stoic mask on his face. As his eyes met hers, she smirked. "Come on in, mom! You can help me tell some stories!"

'Gods no, woman! Don't let her in! I'd rather be back on Frieza's ship!' His eyes widened fractionally, but that was the only response she got physically.

"Oh, that's a great idea, honey!" Suddenly, Mrs. Briefs was on the other side of Vegeta, a chair magically right where she needed to sit. She leaned slightly over the Saiyan, beaming at him as she felt his arm muscles. "My! But isn't he a strong one! If I weren't married-" She winked conspiratorially at the immobile man.

Bulma couldn't help snickering at the curses, exclamations, and other expletives that spewed forth in her mind while the Prince merely glared at the blonde-haired human. "Well, I should go fix him some breakfast. You stay here and keep him company, mom. I think he likes you!"

The murder in the glare Vegeta sent her way should've killed her so well the dragonballs wouldn't have been able to revive her. She chuckled as she waved her excited mother and cursing Saiyan a goodbye and closed the door.

She continued to be in a good mood as she fixed the Saiyan a huge meal, partially making up for yesterday's little episode. She really didn't want that repeated. Besides, she had a ship to build. She didn't have time to baby-sit a surly Prince.

'Get your hands off me! How dare you touch my royal perrr….' The voice slowly faded off, and Bulma's eyebrows rose to her hairline as she heard a soft rumbling in her head. She'd heard her father's cat make that same sound. Vegeta was purring.

Leaving the food on the cart, she dashed back upstairs, wrenching open the door and causing the purring in her mind to abruptly halt.

Black eyes popped open from their half-closed state and narrowed murderously as he realized that she had heard even that. Mrs. Briefs smiled up at Bulma, completely oblivious to the fact that Vegeta was glaringly angry. "I think he likes this."

'I'm going to kill her in front of you, woman, if you don't stop her!'

Bulma chuckled; watching as her mother once again ran her fingers through the flame-like black hair, nails rubbing the scalp just right. "I think he does too. I'll bring up his food."

She laughed outright as soon as she was clear of their hearing, having to stop to hold herself up on the banister. The curses in her head faded off to purrs again as her mother must've hit a particularly nice spot. She cocked her head to one side as she went to retrieve the cart. She liked the sound of his purring better than the sound of his cursing.

Hours later, her mother having left to work on her garden, she sat watching a contentedly full Saiyan struggle to move or speak as she gave him the drug that would make sure he didn't. She frowned at him. "You know, you brought this upon yourself."

'The only thing I'm going to bring is your death, woman!'

She smirked at him. "Oh? And what about my mother?"

He actually stopped and seemed to think about it. 'I may keep her…. She gives good massages. She knows how to treat a prince.' She laughed at the haughty tones and received a glare.

"Well, I'm going to go work on that ship so I can see my boyfriend again. Be good! I'm not coming up here for just anything."

He smirked, not promising anything, and she rolled her eyes and turned around. As her hand grabbed the doorknob, he spoke. 'You're doing this for revenge?'

She turned to stare curiously at him, realizing with a start that she hadn't thought of that all morning. Her face hardened, blue eyes glaring at the Saiyan who had brought pain and death with him. "Yes."

The hissed word was responded to by an imperceptible nod from the Saiyan. 'Revenge is a good reason.' The words were sharp and bitter in her mind, cutting like a razor.

She shivered as she quickly opened the door, hearing his last words as she closed it behind her. 'He will pay.'

A/N: Well, I always take something good and mess it up, eh? Next chapter, the action you are begging for begins. I'm going to fastforward just a bit so either next chapter or the one after that has the 'twist'. BTW, while Vegeta can speak inside Bulma's mind, Bulma cannot do the same. Why's it one-sided? Silly, I won't just tell you! lol

Kookie: All? Wow! Thanks!

Susan: I am a cruel and sadistic person. Many people love and hate me at the same time. I am sweet and mean at the same time. I just thought you should know why I switch from comedy to angst so easily! Lol Whew! It got hot in here suddenly. See, I like to pretend *I'm* Bulma…. No, no psych problems here!

Angelscaramel: Ah, there are lots more twists. See, you have to twist the lemon to get the flavor in your drink…. And that was just lame….

The Angel of Death 87: Where's 86? Or 88? Lol Sorry. Thank you. I will.

Moonshine: Oh, this one is B/V. It'll just take awhile…. And be a angsty/comedic route.

Debido: Man, 6000 words? You counted? Lol J/King Hm, you're probably right there, but *shrugs* I'm just writing. It ends when it ends. We're getting there! I promise! Just some stuff to clear up. Relationships and stuff. After all, if I don't get you hooked on characters, I won't get the wailing and gnashing of teeth when I kill them, will I? ^_~

Meowythecat: It's getting even more embarrassing too! Um, actually, Saiyans aren't as telepathic as say King Kai, to just project thoughts to anyone. There's another reason this has happened. Her and Lisa Starr…. She did that Androids fic that had me screaming and pacing. And don't forget Ash the Wanderer's 'Consuming Madness'. Those guys are better at torture than me.

W-chan: Thank you.

JadedBest: Susan was right, you did have fun with this! Okay, that's it! Just cause you're in college now doesn't suddenly make me younger than you! Kid? I'll have you know…ah, Vegeta sic her! Lol Pay her back for that-hug. *shudder*

Lupa: I would love to see your art! I'd also like to ask if you can be the first fanartist on my Vegeta site…. Um, email me privately about it…. Yes, Nurse Bulma and Impotent Vegeta are-interesting….

Sujakata: Ah, good point. Adaptation. Yes, like Borg, he could adapt. Yes, that's how I'll do that! Thanks!