Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Battle ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Deaths Obsession 
Just another encounter between Bulma and Vegeta....
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 384 | Status: Completed
Just another encounter between Bulma and Vegeta....
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 384 | Status: Completed
Maybe I’m just retarded or something but I wasn’t able to figure out how to get this thing to go into paragraph form or how to get italics!!! It’s really frustrating to read a story when you can’t figure out whose talking because the dialogue isn’t split up!!! So I’m really sorry about that in the last chapters but I’m going to try and fix it. Anyways, I’m not even going to try to make an excuse for why this has taken so long so lets just skip the sob stories and continue on alright! Enjoy and please stay here with me through the rest of this --- I will finish this story!!!
“Everything is running smoothly,” Cole said running his eyes over the papers in his hands. “Every world that we requested supplies from has responded with ample resources. The rulers have all agreed to stay here on Guri until the confrontation has ended under the circumstances that they are given adequate accommodations.” He glanced up at Bulma, “if you remember, I ran that past you a few days ago.”
He still was receiving no response from her as she sat in the large oak chair. She was in her usual position with the exception of her eyes being closed. He decided to continue on with his report.
“We still haven’t been able to get communication with the team of 12 elite that was sent out to sector 394. We lost their signal somewhere above planet Iklanf just outside of sector 382. Their mission is outlined here on the seventh page,” he paused again to see if she had opened her eyes yet, but was disappointed.
He knew that she was listening though, she always was.
“As far as everything else throughout the empire, things seem to be running smoothly enough. There haven’t been any riots, revolts, or scandals against Guri.”
“Those aren’t the types of things that keep me awake at night Cole,” she whispered absentmindedly. “You of all people should know that,” she looked at him blankly.
“Leave me,” she whispered lazily. He bowed and left without another word.
The universe was an awful thing for one person to take upon their shoulders.
She got up and walked out of the room through the same double doors that Cole had left through only moments earlier. Princess Bulma walked down the stone corridor with the same steady and confident steps that she used daily. She walked into the courtyard and began her usual stretches. She removed her cloak and went through her training regimen picking up the pace as she went along.
Prince Vegeta stood behind the thick Plexiglas and stared out into the courtyard. His arms were crossed over his chiseled chest and the scowl on his face seemed to deepen the longer he watched her.
One person should never be that strong. It just wasn’t right.
Last week she hadn’t even broken a sweat and he had given that fight a fair percentage of his power. He was the most powerful being in his region of the universe and she humiliated him with ease.
“She’s lived so god damn long, she’s probably never had to work a day in her life to get as strong as she is,” he muttered to himself. He grew tiered of watching her and stalked back to where Nappa was sitting and eating the feast that the Gurian servants had prepared them for lunch.
“This sure is some good food Prince Vegeta,” Nappa said through a mouthful of meat. He offered his Prince a drumstick but slowly lowered the offending piece of meat.
Prince Vegeta looked at the meat disdainfully but took a seat anyways. He wasn’t much in the mood for eating so he simply leaned his temple against his palm and again stared out of the window.
He watched her movements with his skilled eye. They were so deliberate and calculated, it seemed as though she were truly fighting an opponent. Every great warrior sparred with his own demon but she gave a new meaning to it. Nappa noticed Prince Vegeta's’ interest in the Princess.
“You know, one of the servants told me that she goes at it for nearly a day at a time. She’ll go out there and beat herself into a bloody pulp and that Royal Guard Cole will come out and take her to the med wing as soon as she’s unconscious. They’ve had to reinforce the windows in the palace because she’s always blowing them out,” he said feigning disinterest.
He knew well before they arrived on the planet that the Princess was going to be a distraction for Prince Vegeta. If not for her extreme beauty, then for her notorious fighting capabilities. Prince Vegeta has been itching for years to find an opponent that matched his strength. Nappa himself had long ago lived out his usefulness because the Prince surpassed him in strength when he was only 16.
The Prince was never able to explore the depths of his power and go 100 percent without immediately killing the person. Nappa was merely the moral support and perhaps the closest thing that Prince Vegeta had to a companion. He’s been by his side since he was born.
“Sometimes she goes into her private lab and works on projects for days at a time and won’t let anyone in. I suspect that she doesn’t eat or sleep much,” Nappa continued.
“It took some coaxing but I got one of the servants to tell me about the Princess. She seemed really on edge when she was talking and she kept on looking around like someone was going to hear her. She absolutely refused to tell me at first. Her entire demeanor changed when I mentioned the Princess. She got all jumpy and wouldn’t look at me.” He took a big gulp of wine before continuing.
“I’ll tell you right now that she looked scared to death. All day today things have just seemed off. There is something wrong here in this palace Prince Vegeta. It seems as though everyone is hiding a terrible secret of some sort.” Nappa let the words sink in and watched Prince Vegeta's’ reaction.
“Well it just seems to me that we are going to have to uncover this secret,” prince Vegeta said with finality in his tone. “But first…” he growled as he sat up and took his cloak off. Nappa recognized his demand for a spar and began to ready himself. “Stay here Nappa, I need to settle this myself.”
“But my Prince---” he began to protest. One look from Prince Vegeta was all the command that he needed. He quickly checked over his black and silver armor before stepping outside.
She closed her eyes and focused everything on balancing her weight on the very edge of the fountain. She could feel the blood beginning to drain down to her head but she paid it no attention, she’s done this plenty of times before.
She concentrated everything on keeping her toes pointed straight to the sky and was careful not to arch her back. She spread her arms a little wider so they were shoulder width apart, releasing some of the strain on her shoulder muscles. The only thing that she heard was the steady pouring of water and the soft crunching of the grass….
Her eyes snapped open and she was greeted with the smirking face of Prince Vegeta. “Nice day for a swim,” he said pleasantly.
There seemed to be an explosion as the two mighty adversaries jumped into action. Prince Vegeta began chopping and swinging at Princess Bulma who eluded him by doing all sorts of twists and turns on her hands.
Nappa watched in ill contained wonder as the two seemed to be dancing on the fountains edge. Their motions were so fluid and calculated it seemed as though their fight was choreographed.
It came to an end though when Prince Vegeta dealt the Princess a sidekick to the ribs closely followed by a forceful punch to the stomach. Prince Vegeta lifted one foot onto the ledge of the fountain and rested his arm on it. He looked down at the Princess with nothing short of amusement etched onto his chiseled features.
She stood up with her back to him and allowed the water to pour over her head. She looked over her shoulder at him and soon turned fully around. She had on her mask of indifference and merely stood there staring at Prince Vegeta. His sensual smirk was replaced on his face and he taunted her with the triumphant look in his eye.
She raised one fine eyebrow and a smirk appeared on her face as well. “Back for another beating Prince Vegeta?” she taunted. He let out a deep mockful laugh before he backed up and fell into a battle stance.
Wordlessly she stepped out of the water and onto the grass. She certainly wasn’t clothed for the battle to come and despite his best efforts, Vegeta couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her body. The tight fitting black outfit clung to her skin leaving nothing to the imagination. He was beginning to regret knocking her into the water. She seemed unfazed as his eyes trailed down her body.
Instead of taking a battle stance as he had expected her to, she ran straight for him. He scoffed at her stupidity and crouched lower to the ground. What happened next was so unexpected that he found himself poorly prepared against her.
She was running straight at him and just before reaching him she fell backwards and skid on the grass right through his legs feet first. As soon as she appeared on the other she thrust her body upwards with her hands and going feet first into the air, she kicked him in the back. Prince Vegeta stumbled forward and landed on his hands and knees.
Nappa’s jaw dropped and his hands fell to his sides at the sight of her maneuver.
Prince Vegeta growled in frustration and leaped to his feet. He turned around and she looked as stoic as before. Had he achieved a feat like that he most certainly would have gloated about it. She on the other hand remained impassive which pissed him off even more. She’s just playing with me.
He leaped at her and she matched his every blow with one of her own. All the while he was getting pissed off more and more while her expression was unchanged.
Cole stared down at the pair with penetrating eyes. They had been at it for hours and he knew that neither of them would relent. Princess Bulma had retained her icy demeanor during the entire time while Prince Vegeta only seemed to get more frustrated by the minute.
Cole had watched every precise movement that the two executed. He never tiered of watching Princess Bulma as she trained and it was trilling when she was in battle.
She had him pinned on the ground with her knee in his back. She watched him struggle relentlessly against her and he roared out in rage. She leaned down closely to his ear and whispered, “you know, you really should try to keep your anger in check when you’re in battle, otherwise your moves will get sloppy because you let your emotions get in the way.”
He snarled at her in response and managed to spin her around and pin her underneath him. He sat straddling her waist and had her hands pinned on either side of her head. He smirked down at her confidently.
“You were saying?” he whispered in an enticing tone. She gasped for breath from underneath him. She had no idea that he weighed so much.
She glared up at him, “get off me you fool,” she whispered coolly.
“Make me,” he challenged her. He had been playing with her the entire time. He had purposely led her to believe that he was letting emotion get in the way so that he could wait until she got close enough and he could corner her. There was a reason that he waited to challenge her until she had worn herself out training.
She continued to glare up at him with unchanging eyes, “You’re so predictable,” she said quietly. “No experienced warrior would just fling themselves into battle the way you did. I’ve been waiting for you to show your true colors.”
He continued to smirk down at her, “I’m sure you have.”
“My time is valuable Prince Vegeta, I’ve been patient enough the last few hours but if you don’t mind I’d appreciate it if you’d take this serious.”
He laughed ruefully at her antics. They were both holding back their strength the entire time and neither of them had gotten anywhere.
“Fine but this time, don’t hold back anything,” he demanded.
“I wouldn’t dare,” she responded.
He leapt off of her and barely gave her enough time to get up before he began his assault.
He fell to one knee and struggled to keep his eyes focused on her. She was crouching low to the ground and barely breathing hard. The only evidence of their battle were the numerous minor cuts all over her body and slightly tattered clothes. He was panting and trying desperately to keep conscious.
There was no doubt in his mind that he looked horrible because he felt like shit. He clutched the wound on his side and felt the familiar sting of sweat and blood in his eye.
She stood up straight and easily began to retreat from the courtyard. He felt the anger begin to well up from inside of him. How dare she walk away from him! He wasn’t done with his fight!
The last thing that he saw before he fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness were her black boots softly crunching the green grass as she turned her back on him and walked away.
Her pace quickened as she walked down the stone corridors of the palace. The torches flickered out as she passed by as if by magic. She had to get to her room before anything happened.
She felt the familiar wave of nausea come over her and the painful twinge at the base of her skull and knew that it would soon spread throughout the rest of her head. She fell to her knees as her legs were temporarily paralyzed.
She slowly drug herself to her feet and began to stagger down the corridor leading to her room. She thrust her body through the two enormous wooden doors and came to a halt in the middle of the room.
“Princess, are you alright?” Cole asked as soon as he caught up with her in her room. She sat perfectly still with her back to him and her legs tucked underneath her body.
“Get out,” she whispered rigidly.
“Are you sure you don’t need help Your Highness?” he continued.
“Get out,” she repeated.
“But---”
“GET OUT!” she all but screamed. Cole hesitated for a moment then turned and left letting the door click into place behind him. She slowly stood up and the room’s temperature dropped dangerously. She looked cautiously around the room and watched as the torches lining the walls began to flicker violently just as the ones in the hall did.
Her breathing came in long shallow breaths and then all of a sudden, the lights went out with an audible “poof.” Her body stiffened with expectation and the minuscule pain that was throbbing at the base of her head began to reach out and take grip of the rest of her mind.
She shivered involuntarily as a cold draft encircled her. It was soft and embracing at first, then there was a blast of air emanating from the ground around her feet. It fully engulfed her on its unrelenting path to the ceiling above. She tossed her head back and closed her eyes allowing the icy air to sooth her.
Then as quickly as it came, it disappeared leaving her breathless but exhilarated. Her eyes flashed around the room momentarily… and then she laughed. Not a mocking or spiteful laugh, but a truly joyous laugh.
~Death’s Obsession
“Everything is running smoothly,” Cole said running his eyes over the papers in his hands. “Every world that we requested supplies from has responded with ample resources. The rulers have all agreed to stay here on Guri until the confrontation has ended under the circumstances that they are given adequate accommodations.” He glanced up at Bulma, “if you remember, I ran that past you a few days ago.”
He still was receiving no response from her as she sat in the large oak chair. She was in her usual position with the exception of her eyes being closed. He decided to continue on with his report.
“We still haven’t been able to get communication with the team of 12 elite that was sent out to sector 394. We lost their signal somewhere above planet Iklanf just outside of sector 382. Their mission is outlined here on the seventh page,” he paused again to see if she had opened her eyes yet, but was disappointed.
He knew that she was listening though, she always was.
“As far as everything else throughout the empire, things seem to be running smoothly enough. There haven’t been any riots, revolts, or scandals against Guri.”
“Those aren’t the types of things that keep me awake at night Cole,” she whispered absentmindedly. “You of all people should know that,” she looked at him blankly.
“Leave me,” she whispered lazily. He bowed and left without another word.
The universe was an awful thing for one person to take upon their shoulders.
She got up and walked out of the room through the same double doors that Cole had left through only moments earlier. Princess Bulma walked down the stone corridor with the same steady and confident steps that she used daily. She walked into the courtyard and began her usual stretches. She removed her cloak and went through her training regimen picking up the pace as she went along.
Prince Vegeta stood behind the thick Plexiglas and stared out into the courtyard. His arms were crossed over his chiseled chest and the scowl on his face seemed to deepen the longer he watched her.
One person should never be that strong. It just wasn’t right.
Last week she hadn’t even broken a sweat and he had given that fight a fair percentage of his power. He was the most powerful being in his region of the universe and she humiliated him with ease.
“She’s lived so god damn long, she’s probably never had to work a day in her life to get as strong as she is,” he muttered to himself. He grew tiered of watching her and stalked back to where Nappa was sitting and eating the feast that the Gurian servants had prepared them for lunch.
“This sure is some good food Prince Vegeta,” Nappa said through a mouthful of meat. He offered his Prince a drumstick but slowly lowered the offending piece of meat.
Prince Vegeta looked at the meat disdainfully but took a seat anyways. He wasn’t much in the mood for eating so he simply leaned his temple against his palm and again stared out of the window.
He watched her movements with his skilled eye. They were so deliberate and calculated, it seemed as though she were truly fighting an opponent. Every great warrior sparred with his own demon but she gave a new meaning to it. Nappa noticed Prince Vegeta's’ interest in the Princess.
“You know, one of the servants told me that she goes at it for nearly a day at a time. She’ll go out there and beat herself into a bloody pulp and that Royal Guard Cole will come out and take her to the med wing as soon as she’s unconscious. They’ve had to reinforce the windows in the palace because she’s always blowing them out,” he said feigning disinterest.
He knew well before they arrived on the planet that the Princess was going to be a distraction for Prince Vegeta. If not for her extreme beauty, then for her notorious fighting capabilities. Prince Vegeta has been itching for years to find an opponent that matched his strength. Nappa himself had long ago lived out his usefulness because the Prince surpassed him in strength when he was only 16.
The Prince was never able to explore the depths of his power and go 100 percent without immediately killing the person. Nappa was merely the moral support and perhaps the closest thing that Prince Vegeta had to a companion. He’s been by his side since he was born.
“Sometimes she goes into her private lab and works on projects for days at a time and won’t let anyone in. I suspect that she doesn’t eat or sleep much,” Nappa continued.
“It took some coaxing but I got one of the servants to tell me about the Princess. She seemed really on edge when she was talking and she kept on looking around like someone was going to hear her. She absolutely refused to tell me at first. Her entire demeanor changed when I mentioned the Princess. She got all jumpy and wouldn’t look at me.” He took a big gulp of wine before continuing.
“I’ll tell you right now that she looked scared to death. All day today things have just seemed off. There is something wrong here in this palace Prince Vegeta. It seems as though everyone is hiding a terrible secret of some sort.” Nappa let the words sink in and watched Prince Vegeta's’ reaction.
“Well it just seems to me that we are going to have to uncover this secret,” prince Vegeta said with finality in his tone. “But first…” he growled as he sat up and took his cloak off. Nappa recognized his demand for a spar and began to ready himself. “Stay here Nappa, I need to settle this myself.”
“But my Prince---” he began to protest. One look from Prince Vegeta was all the command that he needed. He quickly checked over his black and silver armor before stepping outside.
She closed her eyes and focused everything on balancing her weight on the very edge of the fountain. She could feel the blood beginning to drain down to her head but she paid it no attention, she’s done this plenty of times before.
She concentrated everything on keeping her toes pointed straight to the sky and was careful not to arch her back. She spread her arms a little wider so they were shoulder width apart, releasing some of the strain on her shoulder muscles. The only thing that she heard was the steady pouring of water and the soft crunching of the grass….
Her eyes snapped open and she was greeted with the smirking face of Prince Vegeta. “Nice day for a swim,” he said pleasantly.
There seemed to be an explosion as the two mighty adversaries jumped into action. Prince Vegeta began chopping and swinging at Princess Bulma who eluded him by doing all sorts of twists and turns on her hands.
Nappa watched in ill contained wonder as the two seemed to be dancing on the fountains edge. Their motions were so fluid and calculated it seemed as though their fight was choreographed.
It came to an end though when Prince Vegeta dealt the Princess a sidekick to the ribs closely followed by a forceful punch to the stomach. Prince Vegeta lifted one foot onto the ledge of the fountain and rested his arm on it. He looked down at the Princess with nothing short of amusement etched onto his chiseled features.
She stood up with her back to him and allowed the water to pour over her head. She looked over her shoulder at him and soon turned fully around. She had on her mask of indifference and merely stood there staring at Prince Vegeta. His sensual smirk was replaced on his face and he taunted her with the triumphant look in his eye.
She raised one fine eyebrow and a smirk appeared on her face as well. “Back for another beating Prince Vegeta?” she taunted. He let out a deep mockful laugh before he backed up and fell into a battle stance.
Wordlessly she stepped out of the water and onto the grass. She certainly wasn’t clothed for the battle to come and despite his best efforts, Vegeta couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her body. The tight fitting black outfit clung to her skin leaving nothing to the imagination. He was beginning to regret knocking her into the water. She seemed unfazed as his eyes trailed down her body.
Instead of taking a battle stance as he had expected her to, she ran straight for him. He scoffed at her stupidity and crouched lower to the ground. What happened next was so unexpected that he found himself poorly prepared against her.
She was running straight at him and just before reaching him she fell backwards and skid on the grass right through his legs feet first. As soon as she appeared on the other she thrust her body upwards with her hands and going feet first into the air, she kicked him in the back. Prince Vegeta stumbled forward and landed on his hands and knees.
Nappa’s jaw dropped and his hands fell to his sides at the sight of her maneuver.
Prince Vegeta growled in frustration and leaped to his feet. He turned around and she looked as stoic as before. Had he achieved a feat like that he most certainly would have gloated about it. She on the other hand remained impassive which pissed him off even more. She’s just playing with me.
He leaped at her and she matched his every blow with one of her own. All the while he was getting pissed off more and more while her expression was unchanged.
Cole stared down at the pair with penetrating eyes. They had been at it for hours and he knew that neither of them would relent. Princess Bulma had retained her icy demeanor during the entire time while Prince Vegeta only seemed to get more frustrated by the minute.
Cole had watched every precise movement that the two executed. He never tiered of watching Princess Bulma as she trained and it was trilling when she was in battle.
She had him pinned on the ground with her knee in his back. She watched him struggle relentlessly against her and he roared out in rage. She leaned down closely to his ear and whispered, “you know, you really should try to keep your anger in check when you’re in battle, otherwise your moves will get sloppy because you let your emotions get in the way.”
He snarled at her in response and managed to spin her around and pin her underneath him. He sat straddling her waist and had her hands pinned on either side of her head. He smirked down at her confidently.
“You were saying?” he whispered in an enticing tone. She gasped for breath from underneath him. She had no idea that he weighed so much.
She glared up at him, “get off me you fool,” she whispered coolly.
“Make me,” he challenged her. He had been playing with her the entire time. He had purposely led her to believe that he was letting emotion get in the way so that he could wait until she got close enough and he could corner her. There was a reason that he waited to challenge her until she had worn herself out training.
She continued to glare up at him with unchanging eyes, “You’re so predictable,” she said quietly. “No experienced warrior would just fling themselves into battle the way you did. I’ve been waiting for you to show your true colors.”
He continued to smirk down at her, “I’m sure you have.”
“My time is valuable Prince Vegeta, I’ve been patient enough the last few hours but if you don’t mind I’d appreciate it if you’d take this serious.”
He laughed ruefully at her antics. They were both holding back their strength the entire time and neither of them had gotten anywhere.
“Fine but this time, don’t hold back anything,” he demanded.
“I wouldn’t dare,” she responded.
He leapt off of her and barely gave her enough time to get up before he began his assault.
He fell to one knee and struggled to keep his eyes focused on her. She was crouching low to the ground and barely breathing hard. The only evidence of their battle were the numerous minor cuts all over her body and slightly tattered clothes. He was panting and trying desperately to keep conscious.
There was no doubt in his mind that he looked horrible because he felt like shit. He clutched the wound on his side and felt the familiar sting of sweat and blood in his eye.
She stood up straight and easily began to retreat from the courtyard. He felt the anger begin to well up from inside of him. How dare she walk away from him! He wasn’t done with his fight!
The last thing that he saw before he fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness were her black boots softly crunching the green grass as she turned her back on him and walked away.
Her pace quickened as she walked down the stone corridors of the palace. The torches flickered out as she passed by as if by magic. She had to get to her room before anything happened.
She felt the familiar wave of nausea come over her and the painful twinge at the base of her skull and knew that it would soon spread throughout the rest of her head. She fell to her knees as her legs were temporarily paralyzed.
She slowly drug herself to her feet and began to stagger down the corridor leading to her room. She thrust her body through the two enormous wooden doors and came to a halt in the middle of the room.
“Princess, are you alright?” Cole asked as soon as he caught up with her in her room. She sat perfectly still with her back to him and her legs tucked underneath her body.
“Get out,” she whispered rigidly.
“Are you sure you don’t need help Your Highness?” he continued.
“Get out,” she repeated.
“But---”
“GET OUT!” she all but screamed. Cole hesitated for a moment then turned and left letting the door click into place behind him. She slowly stood up and the room’s temperature dropped dangerously. She looked cautiously around the room and watched as the torches lining the walls began to flicker violently just as the ones in the hall did.
Her breathing came in long shallow breaths and then all of a sudden, the lights went out with an audible “poof.” Her body stiffened with expectation and the minuscule pain that was throbbing at the base of her head began to reach out and take grip of the rest of her mind.
She shivered involuntarily as a cold draft encircled her. It was soft and embracing at first, then there was a blast of air emanating from the ground around her feet. It fully engulfed her on its unrelenting path to the ceiling above. She tossed her head back and closed her eyes allowing the icy air to sooth her.
Then as quickly as it came, it disappeared leaving her breathless but exhilarated. Her eyes flashed around the room momentarily… and then she laughed. Not a mocking or spiteful laugh, but a truly joyous laugh.
~Death’s Obsession