Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Veil ❯ Control ( Chapter 5 )

Radditz had been knocking on Bulma's door for the past five minutes and he still hadn't got a reply. He growled, almost ready to knock the door down if she didn't answer soon. However when Bulma stepped out, he couldn't stop himself from literally gawking. She had undergone another transformation and right now she looked even more breath taking than she did when he had first met her on Earth.

Bulma noticed the look on his face and frowned, "What?" She snapped, hoping that it would bring him out of his trance.

Radditz shook his head and sneered slightly, "I shall never understand your stupid Chikyuu-jin rituals."

Bulma looked at him innocently, "What do you mean by that, Radditz?"

He growled slightly, "One minute you look flawless and the next you look like trash. Here you are again looking flawless!"

Bulma held back a chuckle, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was a compliment!"

"Hardly." He said sourly.

Bulma shrugged, "Are you going to take me to his Royal Monkeyness?"

The corners of Radditz's mouth twitched upwards slightly, "Yes I suppose so. But I thought you were supposed to be in disguise?" He asked, frowning again.

"I was, but I was ordered to make myself look 'presentable'. I figured that if I looked my normal self then everyone would just leave me alone and let do my work. Even Vegeta might leave me alone and not pester me anymore!" She began walking away down the passageway, towards the main hallway thinking that Radditz was behind her.

Radditz watched her back intently and replied quietly to her statement, "I wouldn't be so sure ningen.."

Bulma finally noticed that Radditz wasn't behind her, turning around she called out to him, "Hey are you coming or what? Honestly, I'd sometimes think you were a snail rather than a Saiya-jin!"

Radditz smirked at this and phased himself in front of Bulma, making her jump back slightly. "You were saying?"

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Show off!"

He walked beside her, remaining silent.

Bulma felt slightly uncomfortable at the sudden silence and remembered that she still hadn't thanked him for this morning! She nudged him slightly in the side to get his attention, "Hey," she said looking up.

Radditz frowned and looked down as she nudged him, "What is it?" He asked gruffly.

"Thank you for helping me this morning when Vegeta broke my hand." She said softly, shuddering as she remembered that she had to be careful around him.

Radditz's face softened only slightly, "I was ordered to."

She looked at him intently, "Still, I have a funny feeling that you would have helped whether or not you'd been ordered to. So thank you."

Radditz snarled at this, "I would never have helped you had I not been ordered to! I would have let you suffer your own consequences." He hated having these alien emotions inside him. It was very unlike a Saiya-jin to be feeling concern or any other emotion along those lines and he didn't like it one bit.

Bulma looked away from him, slightly hurt by the comment. Another silence fell between the pair.

Radditz looked at Bulma from the corner of his eye and caught the slight expression on her face. Instantly he felt something weighing down on his heart and knew that he shouldn't have replied so angrily. However, he remained silent not wanting to voice that certain feeling.

He stopped in front of two large double oak doors that were located on the other side of the palace, from Bulma's room. It had taken the pair a whole fifteen minutes to reach their destination. Bulma stopped and stood beside him, watching as he knocked on the large oak doors.

The doors opened slowly with another large and burly Saiya-jin on the other side. Radditz nodded at the huge man, "Nappa. Tell Vegeta that he has company, as requested."

Nappa looked from Radditz to Bulma and back to Radditz again. He sneered at the small and weak female. He nodded and stepped back into the room to relay the message. Nappa motioned for the two of them to follow.

Bulma gulped slightly at the size of the bald headed Saiya-jin, fear was starting to settle on her nerves again. She had managed to surpress them, that is until now. As they stepped in, Bulma couldn't help but gasp silently at the splendor of her surroundings.

The room in which they hand entered was certainly large by proportions and opposite from where they had entered she could see three other large oak doors, all connecting to different rooms. The current room they were standing in had a decor with shades of royal blue mixed with blood-red crimson. Everything looked too rich and plush, not even Bulma had seen anything as exquisite as this.

She soon realised that only elite guards were permitted into the first room, which could only be described as a foyer. There was an oval table in the center of the room, made entirely out of glass. She mused that this must be where Vegeta met and discussed matters with his guards. She looked around the large room and saw that Vegeta was no where to be seen!

Thankfully Radditz had still not left her side. Even though he had snapped at her, she was still grateful that she hadn't been forced to wait by herself with the strange large guard named Nappa.

From the opposite central door, Vegeta stepped out still dressed in his training gi. He had washed, of course, but in any case he always refused to wear anything other than his training clothes. He refused to look at Bulma, instead he focused on Nappa and Radditz. "You two, leave. I will summon you if necessary." He said in a dark tone.

Bulma looked up at Radditz with fear on her face. She now regretted coming as her 'normal' self. She had forgotton how frightening Vegeta could actually be, given the right circumstances. She secretly hoped that she would be able to make it through this evening alive. She shook her head slightly at Radditz, pleading with him silently not to go.

Radditz looked at her fear stricken face and set his mouth in a grim line as he looked in to her scared blue eyes. He bowed at Vegeta and along with Nappa left the room as quickly as he could, afraid that he might defy his Prince to protect the ningen.

Bulma wanted to cry as she saw Radditz leave without even a single remorseful look. The pace of her heart quickened as she soon remembered that she was alone with Vegeta.

Vegeta still had not looked at Bulma fully, apart from looking at her out of the corner of his eye, but of course then she was only a blurred image of blue. He turned around to face the central oak door and motioned for her to follow him inside.

Bulma's breathing had now become erratic as she followed him into the room. She just hoped that there were more people on the other side of that door. The thought of being alone with him in his silent demeanor was more than nerve wracking to say the least.

This time she had stepped into a room that looked like an eating area. There was a rectangular glass table in the middle, with mountains of food placed upon it. She noticed that Saiya-jins had some sort of strange fetish with glass and oak objects. Had she not been shaking in her boots with fright, she would have found that particular thought quite amusing.

The room was dimm when she had first stepped in but gradually the lights grew brighter and brighter, much to her relief. She frowned at Vegeta's back, who was now looking out of the large french windows, somehow managing to avoid looking at her.

Bulma stood awkwardly next to the table of food, her stomach grumbled slightly as she caught the different smells wafting around her nostrils. She remembered how she had not eaten anything since the morning!

As Vegeta looked out of the window his mouth quirked up at the corners in an amused smirk. His sensitive Saiya-jin ears had picked up Bulma's grumbling stomach. Without looking at her he spoke, "Sit."

Bulma saw that there were six places at the rectangular table. She sat on the end of the table, hoping secretly that Vegeta would sit himself as far as the other end of the table. Even if she had to face him, it would be better then actually sitting near him. Tucking her chair in as she sat, she waited with bated breath for Vegeta to make his next move.

After what seemed like an eternity to Bulma, he finally turned around and looked at her. Bulma grew even more uncomfortable as she realised that he was looking at her very closely with almost the same look that Radditz had. She looked down and stared intently at the food on the table, trying to avoid Vegeta's piercing gaze.

When Vegeta had turned around and looked at Bulma properly for the first time, it would have been dishonest to say that he had made a slight error in her true appearance. His eyes roamed over Bulma's entire form, scrutinizing every part of her. He couldn't help but move nearer to her, to get a closer inspection of this woman that was sitting down uncomfortably.

Bulma didn't dare look up as Vegeta neared her. Fear was rooting her to the chair, causing her to become completely immobile.

Vegeta had to smirk at her evident fear of him. This was just how he liked things, no retorting or quirky comment, although he had to admit that he did enjoy her pathetic attempts at barbs. He grazed the back of his index finger along her jaw line to see how she would react.

Bulma closed her eyes and shivered as she felt him trace his finger down her jaw line. She still didn't dare look up into the pair of terrifying eyes that were now staring at her with a purpose.

Vegeta's smirk never faltered as he received the reaction he was hoping for. Just this morning he had crushed the ningen's hand and now here she was looking perfectly fine. He hadn't meant to break her hand, he had just forgotten how fragile she really was and while he was lost in his thoughts of anger at being lied to, he accidentally took it out on her.

He looked closely at the smooth creamy skin that now graced her face, he also noted the clean gleaming shine her hair had took on which seemed a brighter shade of blue than what it was morning's. He took a gentle sniff of the air surrounding her and found it to be pleasant and somehow enticingly sweet. He wanted to laugh.

Placing his finger under her chin, he lifted up her lowered head so that she would have to look up at him. Once her head was lifted, he waited for her to raise her eyes slowly to him.

She frowned as she got the odd feeling that he was sniffing her. Bulma gulped and slowly looked up, making eye contact with the Prince for the first time since the morning's fiasco. She wanted to run away as she stared into the endless depths of those smoldering black eyes.

Vegeta looked back into Bulma's beautiful cerulean eyes, thinking that he had never seen anything so blue and electrifying in his life. "So, this is what you look like underneath all that grime." He said in a slightly amused tone.

Bulma swallowed wanting to wrench her eyes away from his and look down at the pretty patterns on the glass table. "I don't know what you mean," she said whilst gazing back into his eyes, slightly defiant. It was her way of hiding the fear that was coursing through her veins.

A deep rumble came from Vegeta's throat as he heard her answer, an extremely amused look befalling his eyes. Bulma realised that it was his way chuckling. This made her want to run away all the more.

Vegeta stopped his chuckling and a look of anger swept his features again. He crouched down next to her sitting form and gripped her cheeks in between his large hand, "How long did you think you would be able to keep this charade up, Onna?" He hissed, his face inches away from hers. "I am no fool to be toyed with, do I make myself clear?"

Bulma almost wet herself at his sudden change of character. She set her jaw firmly, determined not to be intimidated. "Bulma."

A brief look of confusion swept across his face, "What?"

She glared back at him as he held her jaw tightly in his hand, "My name is Bulma. Not Onna."

He snarled at the response, feeling the sudden urge to hit her but secretly he was pleased with her attitude, of course he'd sooner die then admit that. With all of his mental will he let go of her jaw forcefully and made his way to the other side of the table, before he did something he'd regret. He was still not accustomed to being spoken back to. He figured that it was something he would have to learn to deal with. Sitting down at the opposite end of the table, he stared pointedly at her in a silent anger.

Bulma fiddled with her thumbs, hands in her lap. When she looked up, he was still watching.

Vegeta stated at her unnervingly, "That was not a very smart thing to do, Onna." He stated quietly.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him, "What wasn't?"

He growled softly, growing impatient again. "Hiding your true appearance."

"Oh.."

He couldn't find anything else to say to her, instead he ordered her to begin eating. He ate his own in silence, still watching her every move.

Bulma timidly brought the spoon of soup to her lips and took a sip, she tried not look at him when she felt him staring at her. This went on throughout the meal but halfway through it, Bulma found her own patience slipping.

She looked up and gazed straight into his eyes, "Would you please stop staring at me!" She snapped, anger getting the better of her fear.

Vegeta quirked his eyebrow, "Why." He said, not really questioning.

Bulma sputtered over her words clumsily, "Because, I.. I mean it's totally not necessary! It's very unnerving to say the least." She gave up talking and look down defeatedly at the table.

He had the sudden urge to laugh again but he surpressed it. He never knew that he frightened this weak female to death, although why she spoke back to him if she was afraid was beyond him.

They carried on eating in silence again, with Vegeta still staring at Bulma and Bulma wriggling uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze.

Bulma felt so curious she couldn't stop the question that was already making its way out of her mouth, "Why did you invite me here?" She said suddenly.

"To see if my suspicions were correct, which they are."

Bulma frowned, "Ok, but why all of this? It's confusing, first you jump out at me from the shadows and then you break my hand. Is this some sort of joke or trick?" Right now, fear was the last thing in her mind.

Vegeta sat back, clearly intrigued that she had the gall to question him. In a flash he phased out and appeared right next to her. Bulma squeaked in surprise at this. He roughly yanked her up from her seat at the table and pulled her over to the large french windows. Snapping his fingers, the lights slowly began to dim down and fade away into nothingness. They were now in total darkness, save for the light coming from the illuminated window.

Vegeta now held Bulma by her shoulders, making her look out of the window and standing behind her.

At the suddenness of this, Bulma's heart began to pound wildly, her eyes darted all over the place looking for an escape route as the lights dimmed away until they were no more. "W-what are you doing?" She stuttered as she was made to look out of the large window.

Vegeta stood closely behind her and smirked. Bending slightly he leaned closer to whisper into her ear. "What do you see up in the sky?"

Bulma was now trembling uncontrollably, not having a clue as to what he was getting at. "Two moons." She whispered as she looked up into the sky, her legs felt like jelly all of a sudden.

Vegeta held on to her shoulders tighter. "That's good," he said gruffly. "And what do you notice about these two moons?"

Bulma's chest was now heaving up and down, "T-they're full a-and one is b-blood red."

He chuckled wryly, his breath tickling her ear, "Good ningen. Do you know what it means?" He asked cryptically.

"N-no!" She cried out.

He was now breathing heavily against the top of her ear, still a few inches taller than her even though he was considered short by many. "It means that either I can transform into a large ape-like creature and destroy the entire planet or, that I am in heat and need a bed mate.."

Bulma felt tears sting her eyes as she heard the last part, "Can you control it?" She asked furtively.

He growled playfully, "Both I can control, one slightly more than the other. Take a guess."

She was now shaking and trembling at unspeakable proportions. "I don't know!" She tried to pull away, wanting to run at that very moment.

Snarling, he held her shoulders even tighter than before. Not wanting to let her get away. "You shouldn't have hidden your appearance." He said more quietly and with control.

Bulma was now totally confused and absolutely terrified, "What do you mean!? What do you want from me?" Tears began streaming down her cheeks.

Vegeta was not at all surprised by her reaction, "I want something that you may not want to give." They were still in the position where he was standing behind her, holding her in place.

Somehow his arm had managed to snake its way around her waist, still holding her left shoulder, he rested his right hand against the front of her stomach and brought her back into him. Her back was now pressed up against his front and he was now breathing slightly erratically into her ear.

Bulma choked on her sob as he did this. "Please stop. You're scaring me!" She croaked as he held her.

He chuckled as if she had something hilariously funny, "I want something, something which I will not hesitate in taking."

She tried to struggle free from his hold, "WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" She was on the verge of screaming.

He held her even tighter than before, the closeness leaving nothing to imagination. "I want you." He whispered roughly into her ear, stroking her stomach.

All colour drained from Bulma's face as he said this. She now began to sob profusely, her entire body shaking with each sob. "Let me go! I don't want anything to do with you! I hate you!" She said in-between sobs.

He was mildly surprised by this, he began to gain control over his actions again but hadn't he seen excitement in her eyes only the night before? He let go of her and the lights came back up. He now looked at the tears streaming down her face and the pained look she was giving him.

His Saiya-jin instincts were beginning to take over again and he was slowly losing his control again as he looked at the vulnerable female before him. Grinding his teeth, he looked away and back up at the two moons. "Run," he said quietly.

Bulma didn't quite catch this, "W-what?"

"RUN!!" He roared out at the two moons, without glancing at her.

Bulma whimpered at his roar and tried to scramble out of the room as fast as she could. Little did she know that Vegeta had already lost control. Just as she reached the door, he phased and slammed it shut. Bulma screamed in terror and started to back away, her only exit blocked.

Vegeta chuckled evilly, "I warned you.." He growled, advancing on Bulma and making her back into the wall.

Bulma looked in sheer terror at Vegeta as he cornered her against the wall, she caught the wild and animalistic look in his eyes. "Please.." She whispered, "Don't.. Don't do this!"

He pinned her back against the wall and she knew that her pleas were wasted upon deaf ears.

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