Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You left your mark on me. ❯ Drip dry, bitch! ( Chapter 7 )

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YOU LEFT YOUR MARK ON ME.



CHAPTER 7 - DRIP DRY, BITCH!




Vegeta caught up with them.  They were some of Frieza's lower level pawn scum.  -Pitifully weak.-  He thought as he shot two small blasts.  Each zeroed in on its designated target.  One of the bastards held Bulma, but released her as the painful ki blast burned through him.  As Bulma left his grasp he to fell from his position in the sky.  The second man remained aloft until Vegeta decapitated him with a second blast.



Bulma had no knowledge beyond falling from her captors clutches as she plunged into one of Namek's many lakes.  She sunk several feet before she understood her situation.  She kicked violently for the surface and for it's precious air.  She broke through and gasped aloud taking in a deep lungful of oxygen.  Each sharp panting breath she took burned and she coughed violently in between.  Her ragged coughs caused her head to dip back into the water as she struggled to remain afloat.  As she regain a semblance of normal respiration she began to swim to the shore.



Vegeta landed after verifying that his prey was indeed dead and there was no one else to back the two soldiers up.  Bulma hefted her sluggish body onto the bank with an ungraceful collapse.  "It's about time you got here woman.  Any long and I might have died from old age."  The dark prince smirked down at the waterlogged woman as she lay panting into the blue green grass.



Bulma looked up at him lazily.  "Ki... Kiss my ass! JERK!!"  She rasped in between breaths.



He chuckled smugly as he realized she was fine if she was able to make snarky comments.  "Bend over woman."  Vegeta was surprised as she was from his remark.  He hadn't expected to make such a statement.  It just rolled of his tongue fluidly.




Bulma was shocked by his forward and unexpected words. She laughed nervously as she responded. "Uh... Maybe later."  She finished sarcastically.



Suddenly, without her seeing his movements, Vegeta was crouched at Bulma's side.  He took her face in his hands and turned her head one direction and then the other in an inspecting manner.  He released her head and then moved to check her arms.  Bulma sat motionless, save for his ministrations, dumbfounded. After being satisfied with finding no injuries to her extremities he moved to her ribs and his hands gently probed and slightly grazed her breasts.



Bulma's face blushed scarlet in response.  "Hey, hey, whoa!  Hands off!"  She sputtered in embarrassment.



"Woman, I'm just trying to see if you are injured!!"  Vegeta spat at her disrespect.



"You could have ASKED instead of pawing at me!"  She replied harshly as she crossed her arms over her wet torso insecurely.



He reached for her again before she blew up at him.  "I'm FINE!!  Back off!"



"I was going to dry you with my ki, but now you can just drip dry, bitch!"  Vegeta roared and the stomped away from her.



"... And I was going to say 'Thank you', fat chance now!!"  She replied before she turned her back on the equally hot headed prince.



An hour later the proud saiyan turned and looked at the heiress.  She had lain on her side facing away from him.  He chose now to approach her.  As he stood behind her he knelt down and gently placed a palm on the apex of her neck and shoulder.  “Vegeta if you knock me out again so help me Kame I will find a way to end you.”  She whispered angrily in warning.


“As you wish.”  He muttered softly into her ear as he picked her up firmly into his arms and taking off back to the alcove.

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