Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Until Death ❯ Strange Feelings ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer- I don't Dragonball Z. Credit belongs to Akira Toriyama.

Until Death

By: VCelestialGoddess

Chapter 2- Strange Feelings

Due to his deep labored breaths, it looked like it was time for another one of his therapies. Confused, Vegeta sat up on his bed, parting the curtains to see if his new therapist would arrive. The former one was off on her maternity leave and he doubted she'd ever come back. Ugh, damn it. Where is the wench? Vegeta hated having to breathe so hard; straining his lungs just to receive oxygen so he could continue a decent living was a horrid way to continue.

His thoughts went back to the girl he saw at the park. Was it possible she was Mateo's daughter? She was the only exotic, azure beauty he had ever met. In his memories, he clearly recalled the sight of her blue baby eyes and soft infant-like hair; peace filled her eyes as Mateo held her in his arms...

“Good morning your highness,” bowed the blonde woman before Vegeta. He hadn't quite noticed the "other" visitor in Mateo's arms.

“Good morning. I see you have some gifts for me?” Vegeta smirked. The Tuffles were no match for these beings. These were the only two scientists that were in intelligent enough to make him the latest and most unique technology he could ever trade to different planets. Once he did so, the money the habitants gave him was unimaginable. Of course, he hadn't forgotten the famous Valira and Mateo. He had to pay them the precious leshroi first.

“Yes. Your guards should be brining up the earnings any moment now.” Mateo gently patted the young infant's head, Vegeta, unaware of the third visitor he had at his residence.

His onyx orbs wandered off towards Mateo, suddenly taking notice of the baby. Giggling with joy, the infant reached out to touch the King, whose eyes laid on the soft, silk-like hair of Bulma. “I think she likes you,” Mateo laughed as he placed the baby in Vegeta's arms, who was late to protest a “no”. He had never held an infant before. So he predicted his gentle ministrations with the child would be…well…. not so good…

“She's trying to tell you her name. It's Bulma of course." Mateo said while the infant giggled excitedly. Bulma...such a unique name, just like his own.

Vegeta had tried his best not to “mess up” as he held the infant. Gods. He was only ten years of age. How could a baby manage to hold a baby? Discreetly, he took in the scent of her hair, completely bathed in a gentle aroma. Vegeta's scene of peace was quickly halted, however. He sensed the guards were arriving with his loot. The young King then handed the infant over to the rightful owner and focused his gaze over to the door, where the guards approached him….

A soft knock on the door interrupted his memories. “Come in,” he half growled, a hint of anger in his voice. It must the therapist wench. If so, she is late!

His anger suddenly disappeared from his eyes as he saw the beauty before him that had entered. Glossy raven-coloured hair draped over her shoulders and swayed gently down her back; her intense eyes captured his onyx ones.

“The name is Levora.” Her soft voice had startled him and he was focused once again. She approached him, nearly coming face-to-face.

“Wonderful,” He spat sarcastically. “But you're late. Your tardiness is shameful.”

“Forgive me, my King. I had some other errands to run. I promise it won't happen again.”

With that, Vegeta simply nodded and tore off his shirt, the heat rushing between his thighs. He'd have to remind himself this wasn't a pleasure meeting. It was a therapy session. He lay on his back, ready for her.

“You must remember this is my first time doing this,” Levora told him hesitantly.

“You tell me this now? I was specifically looking for an experienced therapist! I didn't expect a new, inexperienced female to work with the almighty King! ” Vegeta growled with fury. “For now, show me what you know.” He rested his head back against the pillow.

Levora's thumps started out soft against his back. This was her first time and she didn't want to hurt him. But then again, couldn't he handle the roughness as a warrior should? She thumped near the middle area of his flawless back, hoping to sneak in some groping in her task. His skin was so warm under her flesh. Gods, she had to admit, this arrogant man was gorgeous.

“You're going to have to hit harder to break the mucus up! You seem to fail-”

Interrupted, he jumped off his bed and ran quickly to the bathroom to spit out the phlegm. Maybe he did underestimate her strengths? Vegeta exited the bathroom with a flushed and exhausted face, panting his way back to his bed.

“My impressions were wrong about you, I must say. I apologize. To improve, I suggest you hit harder. I can withstand the force more than you can even fathom. And you're not doing any good by hitting my middle back. Most of the mucus settles near the bottom of my lungs. So, you must hit here,” Vegeta pointed to the area.

“Thank you my King. I promise to satisfy you next time.” Vegeta handed Levora the stack of leshroi and she exited the door with a stir of emotions in her. Levora left, not being reminded to keep this a secret or she might endanger her own life.

Still exhausted, Vegeta collapsed on his bed, hoping for a quick nap before his other errands. Unexpectedly, he began dreaming about the azure exquisiteness he encountered at the little part that morning. It would be a shocking surprise if that was Mateo's daughter indeed.

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Translations- Leshroi a type of currency used in Vegeta-sei