Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Visions of Destruction ❯ Chapter 8
[ 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: 1.8K | Visits: 325 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.19.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 325 | Status: Completed
A few seconds later there was a knock on the front door. She opened it as Vegeta came to stand behind her. Tomi stood before her with more roses, these were yellow, and some more chocolate.
"Oh, Bulma, you look fantastic," Tomi said as he looked Bulma up and down before handing her the gifts. Bulma smiled as she took the bouquet.
"Come in," she said as she stepped back to let him in, Vegeta growled as he turned to Bulma. "I'll just go find a vase for these and then we can head out." She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the two Sayians to glare at each other.
"So... Vegeta, what are you doing here?"
"First off, low class," Vegeta spat, "I live here and second off I am watching you. I could have sworn I told you to stay away from her." Tomi smirked.
"As I told you before. You are not my King and now I will tell you another thing. You are not her father, her King, her protector or her mate," Tomi said as he got in Vegeta's face.
"She is mine and that will not change. She will not choose me over some simpleton low class baka," Vegeta spat before Bulma entered the room with a deep green vase with the flowers inside. Tomi let her pass before sitting down. She put the vase down on the coffee table before sitting down next to Tomi. She glared up at Vegeta.
"You can go now," she said. Vegeta made no move to leave the room, so Bulma turned to Tomi, completely turning her back to Vegeta. "So..." she faded off almost feeling uncomfortable. 'Must be because Vegeta is glowering at us.' "What are we doing tonight?"
"I thought I would take you ou-" his words were cut off as Vegeta butted in.
"Iie," he said as he moved closer to the pair. Bulma looked up at him in amazement and anger.
"Eeesscuuusseee me?" she drew out as she stood up. "Are you presuming to tell me what to do in my own house?" Vegeta nodded, a frown on his face.
"Onna, you will not go anywhere with that thing." Bulma turned to Tomi.
"Come on, let's go," she said as Tomi stood up and they headed for the door. Vegeta reached out and grabbed Bulma's arm. Tomi turned to glare at him as he made a move to remove his hand from Bulma. She yanked her arm out of his grasp. "What has gotten into you, Vegeta? I don't understand why you protest so much to me being alone with Tomi. He has been the perfect gentleman with me." Vegeta growled.
"I don't have to give you a reason! You should do as I say Onna and when I say that you will not go out, alone, with this man, then you should do as I say." This seemed to piss Bulma off more.
"Vegeta!" she hissed. "This is my choice, not yours." With that she turned and with Tomi in tow exited the house. Vegeta started to follow them, but decided against it as he headed back to his original destination.
Bulma fumed as she headed down her driveway in a huff. Then she realized that she was not alone and turned to Tomi with an apologetic smile.
"I am sorry about that. Vegeta pushes my buttons." Tomi smiled.
"I can see that. So as I was saying earlier. I was thinking about taking you to dinner and a movie. What do you think about that?" Bulma giggled. "What?" Tomi looked confused, but inside he was kinda angry. Here he was trying to be nice to her and she was laughing at him.
"Nothing, but that idea is kinda out-dated. How about we go out to dinner first and see where the night goes. Okay?" Tomi smirked. "Now, do you mind if I drive?" Tomi shrugged before following the blue-haired girl to the red sports car in the driveway next to another blue one. "Huh?" she said with at frown.
"What?" Tomi asked as he slid around her toward the passenger side of the car.
"That's my parent's car. They said they would be gone for a few days." Bulma slid into the driver's side, her face still filled with confusion.
"Why does that seem odd?" Tomi inquired as they backed out of the driveway.
"Forget I said anything. They must have taken the limo to the airport."
(Hours Later...)
Vegeta emerged from the GR at midnight just as lights flashed across Capsule Corp. He flew up in to the air and watched as two people, one very drunk, walked up the driveway.
"Shhhh, Tomi," a slurred female voice said. "We will wake Vegeta and then he will be very mad." Vegeta frowned as they entered the house. He followed through an open window so that he could monitor the two.
"Why would he be mad?" Tomi inquired as he sat Bulma down on the couch.
"Wellllll..." Bulma slurred out as Tomi sat down next to her. "He doesn't like me to dri-ink and then-n he d-doesn't like y-ou." Tomi smirked in the darkness.
"He is just jealous of the fact that you like me." Bulma shook her head.
"He does not like me like that," she protested, a sadness creeping into her voice. Tomi's eyes arched in anger for a moment.
"Do not lie to me Bulma. I know that the two of you kissed," Tomi said as he moved closer to the intoxicated girl. "Do you like him too?" Bulma looked down at her hands as a tear slid down her cheek. Tomi growled lightly. "Do you? Even as you allow me to court you?" Bulma looked up at him.
"It-t is not that Tomi," she said quietly, both unaware that the very person that they were talking about was eavesdropping. "I do not know what I feel. Sure he kissed me, but then he left me and never said another word about it. Then you asked me out and I thought maybe I could forget about it. I can't," she said disappointed in herself for her confession. Tomi nodded in understanding.
"It is okay." He bent over and placed his lips on Bulma's, catching her by surprise. She almost withdrew, but continued with the kiss instead. Vegeta growled low in his throat before exiting the room to the night. Tomi smirked against Bulma's lips before she pulled away.
"Sorry," she muttered turning red. "I must go to bed." She got up and stumbled upstairs. Tomi watched her, his smirk widening.
(A Week Later...)
Bulma frowned as she sat in her lab. Vegeta had been gone for a week now and she was unsure of where he was.
'Maybe he is training in the wilderness. Goku said that was where most of them train to get away from all the distractions. That must be it, but why not inform me before he left.' Bulma screwed the last bolt in place of her orb before backing away from it to get a better look. "It looks ready to try out, but since Vegeta is not here I guess Goku or Gohan will have to test it." She exited the lab only to run into Tomi. "Oh! Tomi, you scared me." Tomi smirked.
"Ossu Bulma," he said. Bulma smiled with surprise.
"You are learning some Japanese?" Tomi nodded. "That is so nice that you have decided to learn our culture."
"Where are you off to, Bulma?" Tomi inquired.
"Oh, I was going to call my friend, Goku, to come over and test my invention," she explained as she headed into the kitchen. Tomi stopped her as he pushed her up against a wall.
"Bulma, why do you avoid me? After our first date, you seem to stay away from me," Tomi pointed out with a frown as he loomed over her. Bulma was unsure if he was mad or just messing with her so she smiled wearingly.
"Well, I have work to do now that my parents are gone on vacation or whatever they are doing. This is my corporation too and I have to take care of it in my father's stead when he is gone." Tomi sighed.
"Oh, that is okay," he backed up for a moment. "but what about at night?" he inquired as he loomed over her again.
"I must sleep some time," she said, a frown furrowing her brow. "Damn! You and Vegeta are the same. I me-" she was cut off as Tomi slammed her head into the wall.
"I am nothing like Vegeta," Tomi spat. "Vegeta is a barbarian and a ruthless killer!" Bulma shook with rage at the words that left Tomi's mouth.
"Vegeta may have been a ruthless killer, but he has changed!" Tomi's hands found themselves around Bulma's neck, but he did not strangle her, he just stared into her cerulean depths.
"What do you mean by that?" he snarled. "Are you saying that I am what he once was." Bulma did not respond. Tomi shook her. "Answer me!" Bulma nodded.
"Vegeta would never lay a hand on me as you have! He was ri-" she was cut off as Tomi knocked her across her face and then everything went black.
(That Night...)
Vegeta flew closer to the large domed building and noticed that all the lights were off.
'Hmmm. That is kinda odd. The Onna must be out.' He landed next to Tomi's ship and as he headed toward the house a smell caught him. 'That smells like blood!' Vegeta thought as he grew closer to the ship. 'But it smells like it is old blood!' He moved closer before he could smell stench of blood full force. Even though he was against it, he bent down where the ground appeared broken and pushed back the dirt. Blood covered his gloves as he grew closer to the corpse that lay buried under the ship. Soon a face appeared. "Oh shit," Vegeta muttered before he turned and vomited.
"Oh, Bulma, you look fantastic," Tomi said as he looked Bulma up and down before handing her the gifts. Bulma smiled as she took the bouquet.
"Come in," she said as she stepped back to let him in, Vegeta growled as he turned to Bulma. "I'll just go find a vase for these and then we can head out." She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the two Sayians to glare at each other.
"So... Vegeta, what are you doing here?"
"First off, low class," Vegeta spat, "I live here and second off I am watching you. I could have sworn I told you to stay away from her." Tomi smirked.
"As I told you before. You are not my King and now I will tell you another thing. You are not her father, her King, her protector or her mate," Tomi said as he got in Vegeta's face.
"She is mine and that will not change. She will not choose me over some simpleton low class baka," Vegeta spat before Bulma entered the room with a deep green vase with the flowers inside. Tomi let her pass before sitting down. She put the vase down on the coffee table before sitting down next to Tomi. She glared up at Vegeta.
"You can go now," she said. Vegeta made no move to leave the room, so Bulma turned to Tomi, completely turning her back to Vegeta. "So..." she faded off almost feeling uncomfortable. 'Must be because Vegeta is glowering at us.' "What are we doing tonight?"
"I thought I would take you ou-" his words were cut off as Vegeta butted in.
"Iie," he said as he moved closer to the pair. Bulma looked up at him in amazement and anger.
"Eeesscuuusseee me?" she drew out as she stood up. "Are you presuming to tell me what to do in my own house?" Vegeta nodded, a frown on his face.
"Onna, you will not go anywhere with that thing." Bulma turned to Tomi.
"Come on, let's go," she said as Tomi stood up and they headed for the door. Vegeta reached out and grabbed Bulma's arm. Tomi turned to glare at him as he made a move to remove his hand from Bulma. She yanked her arm out of his grasp. "What has gotten into you, Vegeta? I don't understand why you protest so much to me being alone with Tomi. He has been the perfect gentleman with me." Vegeta growled.
"I don't have to give you a reason! You should do as I say Onna and when I say that you will not go out, alone, with this man, then you should do as I say." This seemed to piss Bulma off more.
"Vegeta!" she hissed. "This is my choice, not yours." With that she turned and with Tomi in tow exited the house. Vegeta started to follow them, but decided against it as he headed back to his original destination.
Bulma fumed as she headed down her driveway in a huff. Then she realized that she was not alone and turned to Tomi with an apologetic smile.
"I am sorry about that. Vegeta pushes my buttons." Tomi smiled.
"I can see that. So as I was saying earlier. I was thinking about taking you to dinner and a movie. What do you think about that?" Bulma giggled. "What?" Tomi looked confused, but inside he was kinda angry. Here he was trying to be nice to her and she was laughing at him.
"Nothing, but that idea is kinda out-dated. How about we go out to dinner first and see where the night goes. Okay?" Tomi smirked. "Now, do you mind if I drive?" Tomi shrugged before following the blue-haired girl to the red sports car in the driveway next to another blue one. "Huh?" she said with at frown.
"What?" Tomi asked as he slid around her toward the passenger side of the car.
"That's my parent's car. They said they would be gone for a few days." Bulma slid into the driver's side, her face still filled with confusion.
"Why does that seem odd?" Tomi inquired as they backed out of the driveway.
"Forget I said anything. They must have taken the limo to the airport."
(Hours Later...)
Vegeta emerged from the GR at midnight just as lights flashed across Capsule Corp. He flew up in to the air and watched as two people, one very drunk, walked up the driveway.
"Shhhh, Tomi," a slurred female voice said. "We will wake Vegeta and then he will be very mad." Vegeta frowned as they entered the house. He followed through an open window so that he could monitor the two.
"Why would he be mad?" Tomi inquired as he sat Bulma down on the couch.
"Wellllll..." Bulma slurred out as Tomi sat down next to her. "He doesn't like me to dri-ink and then-n he d-doesn't like y-ou." Tomi smirked in the darkness.
"He is just jealous of the fact that you like me." Bulma shook her head.
"He does not like me like that," she protested, a sadness creeping into her voice. Tomi's eyes arched in anger for a moment.
"Do not lie to me Bulma. I know that the two of you kissed," Tomi said as he moved closer to the intoxicated girl. "Do you like him too?" Bulma looked down at her hands as a tear slid down her cheek. Tomi growled lightly. "Do you? Even as you allow me to court you?" Bulma looked up at him.
"It-t is not that Tomi," she said quietly, both unaware that the very person that they were talking about was eavesdropping. "I do not know what I feel. Sure he kissed me, but then he left me and never said another word about it. Then you asked me out and I thought maybe I could forget about it. I can't," she said disappointed in herself for her confession. Tomi nodded in understanding.
"It is okay." He bent over and placed his lips on Bulma's, catching her by surprise. She almost withdrew, but continued with the kiss instead. Vegeta growled low in his throat before exiting the room to the night. Tomi smirked against Bulma's lips before she pulled away.
"Sorry," she muttered turning red. "I must go to bed." She got up and stumbled upstairs. Tomi watched her, his smirk widening.
(A Week Later...)
Bulma frowned as she sat in her lab. Vegeta had been gone for a week now and she was unsure of where he was.
'Maybe he is training in the wilderness. Goku said that was where most of them train to get away from all the distractions. That must be it, but why not inform me before he left.' Bulma screwed the last bolt in place of her orb before backing away from it to get a better look. "It looks ready to try out, but since Vegeta is not here I guess Goku or Gohan will have to test it." She exited the lab only to run into Tomi. "Oh! Tomi, you scared me." Tomi smirked.
"Ossu Bulma," he said. Bulma smiled with surprise.
"You are learning some Japanese?" Tomi nodded. "That is so nice that you have decided to learn our culture."
"Where are you off to, Bulma?" Tomi inquired.
"Oh, I was going to call my friend, Goku, to come over and test my invention," she explained as she headed into the kitchen. Tomi stopped her as he pushed her up against a wall.
"Bulma, why do you avoid me? After our first date, you seem to stay away from me," Tomi pointed out with a frown as he loomed over her. Bulma was unsure if he was mad or just messing with her so she smiled wearingly.
"Well, I have work to do now that my parents are gone on vacation or whatever they are doing. This is my corporation too and I have to take care of it in my father's stead when he is gone." Tomi sighed.
"Oh, that is okay," he backed up for a moment. "but what about at night?" he inquired as he loomed over her again.
"I must sleep some time," she said, a frown furrowing her brow. "Damn! You and Vegeta are the same. I me-" she was cut off as Tomi slammed her head into the wall.
"I am nothing like Vegeta," Tomi spat. "Vegeta is a barbarian and a ruthless killer!" Bulma shook with rage at the words that left Tomi's mouth.
"Vegeta may have been a ruthless killer, but he has changed!" Tomi's hands found themselves around Bulma's neck, but he did not strangle her, he just stared into her cerulean depths.
"What do you mean by that?" he snarled. "Are you saying that I am what he once was." Bulma did not respond. Tomi shook her. "Answer me!" Bulma nodded.
"Vegeta would never lay a hand on me as you have! He was ri-" she was cut off as Tomi knocked her across her face and then everything went black.
(That Night...)
Vegeta flew closer to the large domed building and noticed that all the lights were off.
'Hmmm. That is kinda odd. The Onna must be out.' He landed next to Tomi's ship and as he headed toward the house a smell caught him. 'That smells like blood!' Vegeta thought as he grew closer to the ship. 'But it smells like it is old blood!' He moved closer before he could smell stench of blood full force. Even though he was against it, he bent down where the ground appeared broken and pushed back the dirt. Blood covered his gloves as he grew closer to the corpse that lay buried under the ship. Soon a face appeared. "Oh shit," Vegeta muttered before he turned and vomited.