Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Why Us? :The CampOut ❯ MidNight Surprise ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own Dragon Ball Z, or any of it's characters. Jen and Christine are based on the author of this FanFic and her best friend.

"'Night ChiChi! Thanks again!" Bulma called down the hall to her friend's room.

"No problem Bulma, have a good sleep, and I'll see you in the morning. Call me if you need anything," came the reply as ChiChi smiled and shut her door, Bulma following suit with the door of the guestroom occupied by a simple bed and nightstand. Already dressed in her sleeping outfit of loose t shirt, the blue hair mother and wife yawned tiredly and smiled. This was going to be so fun, spending a full weekend with ChiChi, away from the pressures of work, her parents, nosey neighbors, prying eyes, city life, Vegeta and Trunks. Those two males were the main cause of all her anxiety, and her joy too. An oxi-moron in itself. She loved them yet she hated them. Guess that's the way it goes.

Carefully, she walked over to the window and pulled it open, letting the mild breeze flow in. It was getting stuffy and hot from the constantly going stove. She briefly wondered how many stoves ChiChi had had to buy a year just to keep this house of Saiyans going. And, with such a small budget too. Even with being the richest female around these parts, Bulma still had problems with food supplies and machinery. And she only had two Saiyans! Imagine 4! The blue haired female shook her head, in amazement, before heading toward the low bed opposite the window.

~ Not very intelligent to leave your window open Mrs. Briefs… ~ drawled an ominously low and growling voice, coming through crystal clear in the female scientists thoughts. Bulma froze, hurriedly looking around the room, trying to spot the owner of the voice that echoed through her mind. Instantly, she wished she had taken one of ChiChi's frying pans from the kitchen into her temporary bedroom. Had the harsh male voice been in her brain or her ears? With the dead silence, beyond the ruffle of curtains, she was all but pissing herself with fear. But who would do that? Speak eerily into her mind? Who knew how to talk through others minds? Or hers specifically? Wait…

Before she got a chance to mutter out the name of such an arrogant and evil being who would scare her purposefully like that, a hand clasped over her mouth. It was surprisingly gentle, and another glove covered arm moved around her waist and pulled her back quickly against a strong body behind her. Bulma's eyes flashed wide and she had the thought of screaming, her chest swelling with the intake of air, preparing for the shriek for help that would be muffled by the hand. But, strangely familiar lips touched against her neck, with a growling chuckle following.

"You scream once Onna, and I will be forced to kill you," the dark attacker whispered into her ear before returning to kissing slowly along her jaw. Bulma relaxed fully and sighed heavily as the hand carefully left her mouth with another low laugh of amusement. The instant she had thought of who would speak through her mind, that little silver thread of a bond had hummed before her mind's eye. It was a common thing to see the mental image, whenever a certain male was in close proximity. All caused by the thin scarred mark that danced along the side of her neck. Damn Saiyan Bond…

"Vegeta! Don't sneak up on me like that! You could have given me a heart attack or something," she hissed in a whisper to keep from disturbing the owner of the house just down the hall. Vegeta, however, seemed completely oblivious to all of this. Everything was void beyond her neck and shoulder that he was still thoroughly burying his mouth against. He merely grunted lightly in acknowledgement that she had said something.

Not really minding the attention that rarely came unless when both were completely separated from any intelligent life, Bulma closed her eyes for just a few seconds to enjoy the little scene before speaking. "Did you only come here to get some action Vegeta?"

Her husband raised his head and look at her as she glanced over her shoulder. He gave her a look like she was an idiot, one eyebrow hiked up skeptically. Bulma's eyes narrowed daringly, noting in her mind carefully that he would pay if he gave her the answer that his expression indicated. He would have heard the thought, but that would have saved him from the impending doom his reply might earn him. She had long ago figured out how to mental block the Saiyan bond the linked them both together, emotionally and physically. If she wanted to, she could figure out how to block her emotions and her thoughts from him. It annoyed Vegeta to no end, since he never took the time to pay much attention to the bond. Well, that he actually let on.

He was horrified when he first realized she had erected the thick, impenetrable wall to cease him from entering her thoughts. He had felt fear the instant he found it out, as if he had been completely lost, alone in the dark. His first thought when he could sense no emotions, feelings, or thoughts was that she had fallen asleep. A check of the time showed it was in the middle of the afternoon, when she rarely snoozed. Plus, he would have felt her dreaming if she had fallen asleep. Then, he freaked. If your mate stops thinking completely, what would you think? Without even bothering to check for her Ki signature, Vegeta had practically blasted through the Gravitron door and raced toward the house, fearing his wife's death had broken their bond.

An even more funny thing. Bulma had made herself able to still see into his psyche. Bulma had felt his fear, his terrified thoughts of her dying. She was nearly dying of laughter when an insanely fearful Saiyan came rushing in to save her. He never forgave her for that prank and his humiliation, it was a lucky thing that she had been alone at the time. It was sweet to know he cared enough about her for that, but he had angrily yelled, "If you die, the bond will tear my mind and soul apart you Baka! My soul would die with you, that is how strong a full Saiyan Bond is, even with an idiotic Chikyuu Female like you! I would go clinically insane!"" Needless to say, not a very happy Saiyan.

"Is there any other reason I should ever see you?" he questioned lightly. Well, he said it, exactly what she knew he would. Catching her eyes flash with anger and disgust, he tightened his grip around her waist, nuzzling his nose into her aqua hair. "You cannot tell me you do not enjoy it…" Wrong answer if he intend to make her anything but bristling with rage. She dropped the wall suddenly, watching him cringe madly as hatred seeped like fire straight across the glowing bond between their souls. She hated him for that!

Vegeta grimaced and glared toward her, the wave of harsh emotions taking his mind a moment to sort out. What had he said wrong now? This little questioning thought was met with another whiplash of rage, causing the grown Saiyan to hiss and rebound the painful twinge of anger right back at her, watching with a satisfied smirk as her lips twitched with mental pain. The bond could be good and bad all at the same time. By this time of Bond Combat, Bulma had roughly pulled herself out of his grasp, hands on her hips, with a light twitch of annoyance and hatred in her eyes. The anger and rage faded to sorrowful pain, hurt, and Vegeta's mind tugged at him, telling him he should feel guilt for those last words of only seeing her for the reasons of lust.

"Is that it Vegeta?! Is that all I am to you?" she asked sharply, just as sharply as the Prince dispelled any feeling of remorse for her. A Saiyan never regretted any action made! "Oh they don't do they?" Bulma asked in a hissing whisper, narrowing her eyes. Damn Bond… He could sense what she was thinking of doing, and he narrowed his eyes, just daring her to try it.

"Well, we'll see about that Vegeta! I put up with so much from you! I cook for you, I clean for you, I fix your machine. You do nothing but train and eat! I take care of Trunks!"

"I train the boy!" Vegeta said roughly, butting in on her speech, but a glare made him roll his eyes and cross his arms over his chest to wait until she had finished her ranting.

"You don't train him! You beat him to a pulp and then I have to nurse him back to health! You rarely pay any attention to me, unless it is convenient for you! And the only attention I ever get is `Woman, I'm hungry!' or `Woman, the machine broke. Fix it!' Or, oh yes, my freaking favorite," she said sarcastically, pointing at him accusingly and then the window. "When ever you decide, like you did tonight, `Hey, I'm bored. Might as well go get some fun from my little personal concubine!' ," she said, softly from her lips, but within both of their minds, she was shrieking, making Vegeta wince madly and put his hands to his ears to try and silence the noise.

"Woman! Stop that! You know good and well I will NEVER degrade myself that low to be anything other than what I am! A Saiyan Prince, and I refuse to say anything that…human"

"What you are?! You wanna know what you are?! YOU'RE KICKED OUT! That's it, out entirely! No food, no GR, no contact, no touching, no talking, no me, no money, no home, no nothing, and definitely, no more SEX! You won't get anything until you do it," she said, walking over and exaggerating each privilege he had lost by prodding his armor covered chest with a finger. Momentarily, Vegeta blinked several times as each of his life's delights were stripped from him. No food? No Training? NO SEX?! But what was the condition? What had to be done to right this horrific wrong?

What he had done wasn't even that bad and even Vegeta himself knew it. He didn't deserve this, and how was she gonna stop him anyway? He could have been joking, since he did have a rather sick sense of humor. Savagely glaring at his wife he crossed his arms over his chest, seeming bored with the entire conversation. She had nothing on him. He wasn't easy to break and she still hadn't been able to bend his will! Or had she? She was his wife now…had somehow been conned into hanging around with the child. He was here in the very house that Kakarrot ate, slept, lived in.

"And what, pray tell, is it that you are so bent on getting me to do?" he asked slowly, leaning in close to be a mere hair width away from meeting nose to nose. Normally, anyone else would have backed away, but not his woman. She sneered frostily right back at him. No fear at all, not an ounce of terror showing on her features. She rarely was scared of him, unless he was truly homicidal. He loved that about her…

"Precisely," Bulma said simply, smirking after hearing his thought. "I want you to say that out loud."

"Say what?"

"That you love me." Vegeta nearly choked on air.

"What?! No, I refuse to stoop that low. Such frivolous human emotions," he replied, crossing arms over his chest and raising his head royally, with nose in the air. A stubbornly snotty pose, one that Bulma saw often. Made him seem like a bratty little child, refusing to do anything asked to. He probably was like that as a child anyway. Bulma smiled slowly at this answer to her conditions and shrugged her shoulders.

"Fine, your loss. Now you have to say it in front of me and Trunks. Any more lip about it, and maybe Goku can be added to the audience," she said, eyeing her nails in the dim light. Needless to say, one particular Saiyan was beyond anger. Clenching his fists, and barring his teeth, his eyes bore into the female in front of him, calmly not even seeming to notice his rage. No possible way she could stop him from going to back Capsule Corp. From using the GR, from eating, any of that! He could even take her sexually whenever he wanted. She was a small ant to him power wise. One motion of his finger and she could be dead!

"And what is stopping me from doing any of this? You think you can fend me off?" he asked calmly now, thinking he found a loophole in her plan. She may be brave and rarely fearful of him, but she knew when to shut her mouth when faced with his temper. She should have been smarter then to think she could control him. Or maybe he should have been a bit smarter to know her better than to deploy a plan without having all details sorted out carefully.

"Oh what? You gonna hurt me Vegeta? Big bad Saiyan gonna come and break my neck? Bond, you baka. Like you said. I die, you go insane my dear!" she replied happily, dashing the idea of evading the punishment. Fine! If she wanted it this way, she would be the one hurting!

"Bulma, you will be waiting, alone, for some time if you ever think I will do that," he hissed at her, using her name for added effect. He had the will power and mental stamina to go without her forever! She was nothing to him, and the Bond was easy to forget as he did when training! But…that was at least when they were in the same compound. Vegeta didn't care as he snarled at her, and exited out the window the same way he had entered.

Bulma narrowed her eyes and sat down on her bed resolutely. That ought to teach him to disrespect her! And now, the game was afoot.

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