Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Visions of Destruction ❯ Chapter 5
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: earlsblueeyedangel 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.19.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 327 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.19.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 327 | Status: Completed
Vegeta scowled as he watched the two talk on the couch in the den. For a Sayian the man acted quiet human, as Kakarot did. The man talked nicely, smiled and even refered to the Onna by her name and allowed her to call him Tomi.
"Bulma," Tomi breathed. "What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman." Vegeta snorted.
'Not that she's not beautiful, but what a line!' Vegeta thought to himself with disgust. Bulma looked over at him and glared.
"Some people," she muttered, "have no idea of beauty." Tomi smirked over at Vegeta, the smirk having an evil tilt to it. Vegeta did not like this man. Something about his aura sent shivers down his spine. He had guaged his power and it was that of a second class soldier, but maybe he was hiding his true power, after all most if not all soldiers that guarded the royal family were eleite soldiers. Vegeta decided that he would not let Bulma be alone with this guy, not even for a second. Vegeta moved closer to where the two resided on the couch. The TV was off and the remote lay on the coffee table, unguarded. He fazed out for a second before he appeared between the two, remote in hand, and sat down, causing the two to split. "Vegeta," she whined. Tomi looked at him disapprovingly, but said nothing. Vegeta flicked on the TV and turned the volume up.
"You were in my spot," he said with a shrug and a smirk. "and don't want to hear any of your babbling." Bulma got up in a huff and exited the room, in route of her lab. Tomi watched her leave until Vegeta growled. Tomi smirked at him.
"Is she yours?" Tomi inquired, knowing the answer, but continued to bait him. "I don't see a mark on her, nor do I smell you on her." Vegeta's face turned nuetrual.
"She may not be marked, but she is off limits," Vegeta warned. "I am your Prince and you will honor my request." Tomi growled.
"You have no voice in this matter and you are no longer my Prince. I am a Prince of my own planet and I want Bulma to be my Princess. She will help me rebuild the Sayian race with me." Vegeta snorted.
"You think that just because you say nice things to her that she will fall head over heels in love with you?" Vegeta asked with a grin. "You must have hit your head! You are just as pathetic as Kakarot!" Vegeta boomed as he fell back laughing. Tomi looked at him questioningly.
"Kakarot? There is another Sayian here?" Vegeta continued to laugh, but quietened after a moment.
"Hai, there is another Sayian. He married an Earth harpy and they have a brat." Tomi smiled.
"This means Humans and Sayains are compatible enough to make children!" he exclaimed as he got up. "I must begin wooing her," he said as he headed out to his ship. Vegeta frowned as he too got up, but he headed for Bulma's lab.
"Onna!" Vegeta growled as he entered he lab to find her working on the black orb again. She ignored him as he walked over to her. "Onna," he said again. She still did not acknowledge him, so he grabbed her right arm and swung her around to face him. "Onna, I must talk to you. It is of great importance." Bulma snorted.
"What could be so important?" she asked. "I mean, at first you act real weird when Tomi kissed me, then you would not let me and him talk. Now something is real important," she said, her voice growing louder. "The only things that are important to you are food and training! If you didn't have to sleep, you wouldn't!" Vegeta's face turned leathel as she ranted at him.
"You're one to talk!" he growled. "You stay with that baka mate of yours while he sleeps with other females. Then after you catch him you still go back for more abuse! Talk about a one track mind! At least mine is of some benifit!" Bulma's face contorted, but not in one of pure anger. Her lips trembled as she tried to hold back a whimper that wanted to escape.
"H-He may be a baka!" she cried, "but at least I am not alone!" Vegeta chuckled, even though what she had said had stung.
"Alone?! Onna, you are so stupid! That man will not stay with you! You are more alone than you think!" Bulma turned from him so that he would not see how much his words had hurt her. A tear slid silently down her cheek and even as she did not notice it, Vegeta could smell it. "On-" his was cut off as she pushed past him to exit the now confining lab, but not before she let escape one tiny whimper. He growled as he exited the lab and stomped off toward the GR. He knew that he had struck a chord, but she had done the same with her remark.
Bulma ran up to her room, tears sliding down her flushed face.
"That d-damn man!" she cursed as she flopped dejectively down onto her bed. 'Why does he like to piss me off?' After deciding that it was a lost was a lost cause to try to figure out the Sayian Prince she got up and headed for her bathroom.
Vegeta growled as he flew after the fake Krillin, the fake backing up as it threw golden orbs of energy at him. As he flew after "Krillin", it disappeared and fazed behind him, catching him offguard. Vegeta bounced up against the wall as "Krillin" stood before him.
"Losing again?" it taunted. "You are not paying attention to the fight! Get back into the game!" Vegeta powered up with a snarl before running after the other fighter.
Bulma emerged from her bathroom an hour later and walked over to her large closet to pick out an outfit for the evening. After choosing a short black dress that barely covered her ass that had a tight top that pushed her breast together, making her swell up perfectly. She pranced back into the bathroom to finish up her look.
Tomi looked down at his minion with a smirk.
"So, Earth custom is that I go over there and set a date with her, correct?" The creature nodded. "Well, Linthur, wish me..." he paused. "What do the Earthlings call it? Luck? Yes, wish me luck."
"Good luck," Linthur said as he watched Tomi, dressed in human jeans and a white wife beater, head across the lawn toward the Briefs' residence.
Bulma headed downstairs, her hair pulled behind her head with a clip and curled. It cascaded down her neck and framed her face next to her silver hoop earrings, making her face glow. Vegeta walked into the kitchen at that point and went stock still at her appearance.
'Onna?' was his only thought as she smiled at him, while she continued to make her way down the steps.
"Hello, Vegeta," she said, "You might want to close your mouth, the flies might get in." Vegeta blinked and recovered himself just as Tomi entered the room. His reaction was similiar to Vegeta's but he recovered faster.
"Wow, Bulma," he gushed. "You look fantastic! Where are you going?" Bulma opened the front door and before closing it threw three words over her shoulder.
"My boyfriend's house." Slam. Both men growled for almost the same reason, Vegeta's having one difference.
"Bulma," Tomi breathed. "What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman." Vegeta snorted.
'Not that she's not beautiful, but what a line!' Vegeta thought to himself with disgust. Bulma looked over at him and glared.
"Some people," she muttered, "have no idea of beauty." Tomi smirked over at Vegeta, the smirk having an evil tilt to it. Vegeta did not like this man. Something about his aura sent shivers down his spine. He had guaged his power and it was that of a second class soldier, but maybe he was hiding his true power, after all most if not all soldiers that guarded the royal family were eleite soldiers. Vegeta decided that he would not let Bulma be alone with this guy, not even for a second. Vegeta moved closer to where the two resided on the couch. The TV was off and the remote lay on the coffee table, unguarded. He fazed out for a second before he appeared between the two, remote in hand, and sat down, causing the two to split. "Vegeta," she whined. Tomi looked at him disapprovingly, but said nothing. Vegeta flicked on the TV and turned the volume up.
"You were in my spot," he said with a shrug and a smirk. "and don't want to hear any of your babbling." Bulma got up in a huff and exited the room, in route of her lab. Tomi watched her leave until Vegeta growled. Tomi smirked at him.
"Is she yours?" Tomi inquired, knowing the answer, but continued to bait him. "I don't see a mark on her, nor do I smell you on her." Vegeta's face turned nuetrual.
"She may not be marked, but she is off limits," Vegeta warned. "I am your Prince and you will honor my request." Tomi growled.
"You have no voice in this matter and you are no longer my Prince. I am a Prince of my own planet and I want Bulma to be my Princess. She will help me rebuild the Sayian race with me." Vegeta snorted.
"You think that just because you say nice things to her that she will fall head over heels in love with you?" Vegeta asked with a grin. "You must have hit your head! You are just as pathetic as Kakarot!" Vegeta boomed as he fell back laughing. Tomi looked at him questioningly.
"Kakarot? There is another Sayian here?" Vegeta continued to laugh, but quietened after a moment.
"Hai, there is another Sayian. He married an Earth harpy and they have a brat." Tomi smiled.
"This means Humans and Sayains are compatible enough to make children!" he exclaimed as he got up. "I must begin wooing her," he said as he headed out to his ship. Vegeta frowned as he too got up, but he headed for Bulma's lab.
"Onna!" Vegeta growled as he entered he lab to find her working on the black orb again. She ignored him as he walked over to her. "Onna," he said again. She still did not acknowledge him, so he grabbed her right arm and swung her around to face him. "Onna, I must talk to you. It is of great importance." Bulma snorted.
"What could be so important?" she asked. "I mean, at first you act real weird when Tomi kissed me, then you would not let me and him talk. Now something is real important," she said, her voice growing louder. "The only things that are important to you are food and training! If you didn't have to sleep, you wouldn't!" Vegeta's face turned leathel as she ranted at him.
"You're one to talk!" he growled. "You stay with that baka mate of yours while he sleeps with other females. Then after you catch him you still go back for more abuse! Talk about a one track mind! At least mine is of some benifit!" Bulma's face contorted, but not in one of pure anger. Her lips trembled as she tried to hold back a whimper that wanted to escape.
"H-He may be a baka!" she cried, "but at least I am not alone!" Vegeta chuckled, even though what she had said had stung.
"Alone?! Onna, you are so stupid! That man will not stay with you! You are more alone than you think!" Bulma turned from him so that he would not see how much his words had hurt her. A tear slid silently down her cheek and even as she did not notice it, Vegeta could smell it. "On-" his was cut off as she pushed past him to exit the now confining lab, but not before she let escape one tiny whimper. He growled as he exited the lab and stomped off toward the GR. He knew that he had struck a chord, but she had done the same with her remark.
Bulma ran up to her room, tears sliding down her flushed face.
"That d-damn man!" she cursed as she flopped dejectively down onto her bed. 'Why does he like to piss me off?' After deciding that it was a lost was a lost cause to try to figure out the Sayian Prince she got up and headed for her bathroom.
Vegeta growled as he flew after the fake Krillin, the fake backing up as it threw golden orbs of energy at him. As he flew after "Krillin", it disappeared and fazed behind him, catching him offguard. Vegeta bounced up against the wall as "Krillin" stood before him.
"Losing again?" it taunted. "You are not paying attention to the fight! Get back into the game!" Vegeta powered up with a snarl before running after the other fighter.
Bulma emerged from her bathroom an hour later and walked over to her large closet to pick out an outfit for the evening. After choosing a short black dress that barely covered her ass that had a tight top that pushed her breast together, making her swell up perfectly. She pranced back into the bathroom to finish up her look.
Tomi looked down at his minion with a smirk.
"So, Earth custom is that I go over there and set a date with her, correct?" The creature nodded. "Well, Linthur, wish me..." he paused. "What do the Earthlings call it? Luck? Yes, wish me luck."
"Good luck," Linthur said as he watched Tomi, dressed in human jeans and a white wife beater, head across the lawn toward the Briefs' residence.
Bulma headed downstairs, her hair pulled behind her head with a clip and curled. It cascaded down her neck and framed her face next to her silver hoop earrings, making her face glow. Vegeta walked into the kitchen at that point and went stock still at her appearance.
'Onna?' was his only thought as she smiled at him, while she continued to make her way down the steps.
"Hello, Vegeta," she said, "You might want to close your mouth, the flies might get in." Vegeta blinked and recovered himself just as Tomi entered the room. His reaction was similiar to Vegeta's but he recovered faster.
"Wow, Bulma," he gushed. "You look fantastic! Where are you going?" Bulma opened the front door and before closing it threw three words over her shoulder.
"My boyfriend's house." Slam. Both men growled for almost the same reason, Vegeta's having one difference.