Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You left your mark on me. ❯ What a... a... Man? ( Chapter 8 )
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By: lexylou 
old new someone blue
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.02.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 534 | Status: Work In Progress
old new someone blue
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.02.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 534 | Status: Work In Progress
YOU LEFT YOUR MARK ON ME.
CHAPTER 8 - WHAT A... A... MAN?
Vegeta landed next to the crater that was created earlier from the dropped dragon ball. Once he had his feet planted firmly on the ground he stared into Bulma’s shining blue eyes. Bulma stared back at the unpredictable saiyan. –What’s that look he’s giving me now? Is he… is he going to kiss me?!- Bulma blushed at the last though, but her warm fuzzy thoughts were short lived when she came crashing down on her backside as Vegeta dumped her out of his arms. He then strolled passed the surprised woman and into the crater to retrieve the two star ball.
“You know, I really don’t get you at all! One minute you save me and then the next I feel as if I’m being punished for some unforeseen wrong that I’ve committed against you! What’s your problem?!” Bulma ranted as she stood rubbing her bruised butt and ego.
Vegeta walked out of the crater with two star ball underarm and began chuckling darkly as his dark gaze burned into Bulma. “Saved you? Is that what you thought I was doing? I only need you to find the blasted dragon balls with your tracking device and something tells me that you know a little more than you’re letting on about the balls themselves.”
An evil smirk crept into smile and it sent chills down Bulma’s spine, but not the kind she should be feeling. The kind of chills that are normally associated with fear weren’t present. “I care nothing of your feelings,” He spat the last word as if it were linked with a bad taste. “nor do I care for your life or what happens to you after you’ve served your purpose. So have no illusions. You are disposable.”
Bulma wanted to cry with the hurt he had inflicted upon her. –I won’t give this bastard the pleasure of seeing my tears. What was I thinking… getting all doe eyed at … RAAGHHH!- Bulma mentally berated herself for her foolish thoughts. “Oh, don’t worry, Your Royal Hind-ass! I haven’t and I won’t make any assumptions. Assuming anything at this point would only make an ass out of you and me! I have no ‘illusions’ as you put it. I know you Vegeta and you’re a monster!”
Vegeta noticed that her eyes were glossy with unshed tears that she refused to release. Her eye held a wall of woe behind those blue pools which she struggled against in a futile attempt to hide from him. His throat tightened slightly at the… guilt? He looked to the ground as if expecting her as well as the feeling to vanish inside of it. He forced it down and swallowed away his discomfort. Then it came. A phrase he had heard and expected many times in his life, yet this time it struck him.
“I hate you!” She moaned out in low tones. The sentence carried her pain and helplessness on its back.
His hallow eyes, devoid of any reflection, met hers. His face remained stripped of emotion. “It seems we have that much in common.” His voice was grave and his words hinted at an internal struggle he had with or against himself. Bulma couldn’t determine which. She watched as he took off to the skies without another word.
“LEAVING AGAIN? DIDN’T YOU LEARN FROM THE LAST TIME WHEN I WAS KIDKNAPPED!! -Again.-“ Bulma yelled at his quickly disappearing silhouette. “Hmph! Men are such crybabies!!” She huffed crossing her arms and dropping herself hard, on her sore butt, to the ground. “Emotionally constipated… UGHHH!!”
Vegeta had been flying for hours trying to sort his thoughts and try and remember that he was ‘The Prince of ALL Saiyans’ and that he needed to regain his focus on his mission and what was important. –I must destroy Frieza and avenge my father and the Saiyan race! I must stop this playing nursemaid to a weakling female! She’s become a huge liability.- Vegeta sighed to himself. He knew that he had no choice in his actions and that he was reacting on instinct to protect the woman. She wasn’t his mate but he was still drawn to her and was obligated to protect her. Every fiber of his being order it so, whether he wanted to or not; and he was leaning to the ‘or not’. Even though he was angry and wasn’t really paying any mind to where he was going or what direction he never strayed further than a mile radius from Bulma for fear that she would again become abducted.
Bulma was still fuming as the time had passed. “Hot and cold… Stuck up… Self absorbed… None feeling… Prick!!”
“Someone I know? Miss?” A heavily accented voice said.
Bulma whipped her head in the direction of the nearby voice and found herself staring into two cold calculating golden eyes. Her breath hitched at the sight of the beautiful man. She hissed slightly as his cold skinned hand brushed a stray hair from her cheek to tuck it behind her ear. Something about this striking male screamed ‘dangerous’ though his appearance should say different.
“It would seem the woman knows you already, Zarbon.” Vegeta said from his high position above them. Upon sensing Zarbon’s ki moving to the woman’s location he flew at a break neck speed just in time to see the frogman’s hand leave Bulma’s face in a sick caress. His blood rushed at the sight and the urge to fight coiled in his muscled as his ki pulsed in his veins in reflecting echo. His instincts hummed with words like: jealousy, territorial, protect, challenge, rivalry, and kill.
“Ah, Vegeta, fancy meeting you here. Is she a ‘friend’ of yours?” Zarbon sounded as if he wasn’t surprised in the least to see the saiyan prince and hinted at and intimate relationship between him and the female.
“No! He wishes!” Bulma and Vegeta shouted in unison.
“Good. So she hasn’t yet been tainted.” Zarbon said smugly as he looked over Bulma’s body and hesitated on each curve.
Bulma’s face drained of color as she guessed what he was thinking. She definitely was not liking the direction his thoughts were taking. “Ve-ge-ta!” She squeaked the prince’s name in a drawn out plea for help.
“I don’t think she wants to play, Zarbon. ENOUGH CHATTER!! LET’S FIGHT!” Said the fierce warrior prince as he charged the light blue skinned man.
The fight wore on for many hours. Both parties had begun to tire, but Vegeta held the upper hand. Unfortunately he was blinded by pride and Zarbon showed his true colors, so to speak, by morphing into a hideous fanged frog monster and took the prince by surprise. Vegeta was beaten and cast downward from the sky into Namek’s murky emerald green waters. Zarbon hovered overhead for many long minutes before deducing the prince to be dead. Bulma stared on in shock as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Surely this couldn’t be real. The green braided Zarbon then swooped down and collected a dragon ball and Bulma as his prize. He called for other soldiers to retrieve the remaining balls and to perform a final sweep for Vegeta’s body.
As Bulma was carried away by the again beautiful fair blue Zarbon, hot tears rolled down her cheeks and she screamed out for the first name that came to her mind. “VEGETA!!”
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CHAPTER 8 - WHAT A... A... MAN?
Vegeta landed next to the crater that was created earlier from the dropped dragon ball. Once he had his feet planted firmly on the ground he stared into Bulma’s shining blue eyes. Bulma stared back at the unpredictable saiyan. –What’s that look he’s giving me now? Is he… is he going to kiss me?!- Bulma blushed at the last though, but her warm fuzzy thoughts were short lived when she came crashing down on her backside as Vegeta dumped her out of his arms. He then strolled passed the surprised woman and into the crater to retrieve the two star ball.
“You know, I really don’t get you at all! One minute you save me and then the next I feel as if I’m being punished for some unforeseen wrong that I’ve committed against you! What’s your problem?!” Bulma ranted as she stood rubbing her bruised butt and ego.
Vegeta walked out of the crater with two star ball underarm and began chuckling darkly as his dark gaze burned into Bulma. “Saved you? Is that what you thought I was doing? I only need you to find the blasted dragon balls with your tracking device and something tells me that you know a little more than you’re letting on about the balls themselves.”
An evil smirk crept into smile and it sent chills down Bulma’s spine, but not the kind she should be feeling. The kind of chills that are normally associated with fear weren’t present. “I care nothing of your feelings,” He spat the last word as if it were linked with a bad taste. “nor do I care for your life or what happens to you after you’ve served your purpose. So have no illusions. You are disposable.”
Bulma wanted to cry with the hurt he had inflicted upon her. –I won’t give this bastard the pleasure of seeing my tears. What was I thinking… getting all doe eyed at … RAAGHHH!- Bulma mentally berated herself for her foolish thoughts. “Oh, don’t worry, Your Royal Hind-ass! I haven’t and I won’t make any assumptions. Assuming anything at this point would only make an ass out of you and me! I have no ‘illusions’ as you put it. I know you Vegeta and you’re a monster!”
Vegeta noticed that her eyes were glossy with unshed tears that she refused to release. Her eye held a wall of woe behind those blue pools which she struggled against in a futile attempt to hide from him. His throat tightened slightly at the… guilt? He looked to the ground as if expecting her as well as the feeling to vanish inside of it. He forced it down and swallowed away his discomfort. Then it came. A phrase he had heard and expected many times in his life, yet this time it struck him.
“I hate you!” She moaned out in low tones. The sentence carried her pain and helplessness on its back.
His hallow eyes, devoid of any reflection, met hers. His face remained stripped of emotion. “It seems we have that much in common.” His voice was grave and his words hinted at an internal struggle he had with or against himself. Bulma couldn’t determine which. She watched as he took off to the skies without another word.
“LEAVING AGAIN? DIDN’T YOU LEARN FROM THE LAST TIME WHEN I WAS KIDKNAPPED!! -Again.-“ Bulma yelled at his quickly disappearing silhouette. “Hmph! Men are such crybabies!!” She huffed crossing her arms and dropping herself hard, on her sore butt, to the ground. “Emotionally constipated… UGHHH!!”
Vegeta had been flying for hours trying to sort his thoughts and try and remember that he was ‘The Prince of ALL Saiyans’ and that he needed to regain his focus on his mission and what was important. –I must destroy Frieza and avenge my father and the Saiyan race! I must stop this playing nursemaid to a weakling female! She’s become a huge liability.- Vegeta sighed to himself. He knew that he had no choice in his actions and that he was reacting on instinct to protect the woman. She wasn’t his mate but he was still drawn to her and was obligated to protect her. Every fiber of his being order it so, whether he wanted to or not; and he was leaning to the ‘or not’. Even though he was angry and wasn’t really paying any mind to where he was going or what direction he never strayed further than a mile radius from Bulma for fear that she would again become abducted.
Bulma was still fuming as the time had passed. “Hot and cold… Stuck up… Self absorbed… None feeling… Prick!!”
“Someone I know? Miss?” A heavily accented voice said.
Bulma whipped her head in the direction of the nearby voice and found herself staring into two cold calculating golden eyes. Her breath hitched at the sight of the beautiful man. She hissed slightly as his cold skinned hand brushed a stray hair from her cheek to tuck it behind her ear. Something about this striking male screamed ‘dangerous’ though his appearance should say different.
“It would seem the woman knows you already, Zarbon.” Vegeta said from his high position above them. Upon sensing Zarbon’s ki moving to the woman’s location he flew at a break neck speed just in time to see the frogman’s hand leave Bulma’s face in a sick caress. His blood rushed at the sight and the urge to fight coiled in his muscled as his ki pulsed in his veins in reflecting echo. His instincts hummed with words like: jealousy, territorial, protect, challenge, rivalry, and kill.
“Ah, Vegeta, fancy meeting you here. Is she a ‘friend’ of yours?” Zarbon sounded as if he wasn’t surprised in the least to see the saiyan prince and hinted at and intimate relationship between him and the female.
“No! He wishes!” Bulma and Vegeta shouted in unison.
“Good. So she hasn’t yet been tainted.” Zarbon said smugly as he looked over Bulma’s body and hesitated on each curve.
Bulma’s face drained of color as she guessed what he was thinking. She definitely was not liking the direction his thoughts were taking. “Ve-ge-ta!” She squeaked the prince’s name in a drawn out plea for help.
“I don’t think she wants to play, Zarbon. ENOUGH CHATTER!! LET’S FIGHT!” Said the fierce warrior prince as he charged the light blue skinned man.
The fight wore on for many hours. Both parties had begun to tire, but Vegeta held the upper hand. Unfortunately he was blinded by pride and Zarbon showed his true colors, so to speak, by morphing into a hideous fanged frog monster and took the prince by surprise. Vegeta was beaten and cast downward from the sky into Namek’s murky emerald green waters. Zarbon hovered overhead for many long minutes before deducing the prince to be dead. Bulma stared on in shock as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Surely this couldn’t be real. The green braided Zarbon then swooped down and collected a dragon ball and Bulma as his prize. He called for other soldiers to retrieve the remaining balls and to perform a final sweep for Vegeta’s body.
As Bulma was carried away by the again beautiful fair blue Zarbon, hot tears rolled down her cheeks and she screamed out for the first name that came to her mind. “VEGETA!!”
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