For those who do not know, my old pen-name was Forbidden Chocolate and this story's previous title was Let Me Entertain You.
Okay, so those who have been waiting for the re-written LMEY... yay it is finally here! Under a new title and with a much, much darker theme then before!
I wasn't planning on this I actually had written another version, in the more humour/romance genre that I had started from scratch. And then I read the original version (because it had gotten so many reviews and people really liked and I wanted to make sure I wasn't letting anyone down.) And before I knew it I had another first chapter… This version however was rewritten with bits and pieces of the original, taking out the lighter aspects it had, giving it much more darker tone.
And since I both found them so good I decided that I would simply write two stories! Yay more B/V fics for you!
I don't think I'll be posting both stories at the same time since their beginning is so alike… They are both a spin off from the original-original idea that I had and I don't want to confuse people, so I'm going to postpone the humorous one till I feel that this one is more divided from the other and until we are simply further into the storyline.
The story is however not going to be the exact same as it was before, I'm going to rewrite to a certain point but not the complete story.
What a long a note…
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z
Chapter 1: The End
'Hahaha…! You really think that you can defeat the Saiyan Prince?' Vegeta laughed maniacally while look at the last fellow living Saiyan. Aiming straight at his heart he shot through the skin as if was made out of air, Goku's last breath left his mouth, eyes wide at the man before him. Now smirking at his dead body, Vegeta turned around noticing the little annoying runt, the moron his son, Gohan.
"Daddy!" Gohan yelled, the pressure of emotion made him able to move his cowardly feet, so far he had done so little, and now when it was too late, he finally dared to move. Standing next to his father's still warm body, 'Please, dad, you can't lose! Y-you can't…' He started to sob, not being able to believe his hero had lost. No, the world's is hero had lost.
Krillin was staring at the sight before him, not being able to utter a word of comfort at his best friend's son, watching tears fall on his chest, smeared with blood and dirt.
Goku had lost. Earth had lost. Everyone was going to die…
Vegeta's gruff voice awoken him of his state of sorrow.
'You are a pitiful excuse to the Saiyan race. You filthy bastard. Look at yourself! You disgust me.' His cruel words had yet to sink in to the little child's mind. Lifting his chin in the air like only royalty could, eying him as if he was vermin.
'Y-You!' Gohan yelled back, somehow finding the strength to stand on his trembling knees, feeling more courage to just send glares at the monster before him but to actually attack him and destroy him.
'I don't want to be like you! I don't want to be like a Saiyan. I want to be like my father, a hero! A good man!' He shouted. The feeling of revenge taking over, made him more Sayian then he would ever now.
"No! Gohan, he's too strong!" Krillin screamed at the little boy running in front of him, blocking him from Vegeta. Standing now in front of the boy, trying to find a reason to speak, why did he want to stop him? There was nothing left. Letting himself get pushed aside, Krillin stared at the boy, who, in more than just one way, reminded him of Goku. Perhaps he could save them.
Gathering all his energy, even creating a fierce aura around himself, Gohan launched himself forward, giving his all. But only to be stopped effortlessly by Vegeta who could predict his every move, with one swift kick into his stomach, he fell down. Doubling over in pain, hardly being able to breath, he glared up at Vegeta. The little boy tried to get back up but found no strength to do so.
Krillin ran to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder, 'We can't win from him. It's over…'
Looking down at his youngest friend, feeling probably only half of the boy's pain, he felt sorrow overwhelming him together with grief and despair. Losing your father and not being able to avenge him…
He had trained a whole year and he still was no match for them. We all had trained for a whole year; Goku, Tien, Chiaotzu, Yamcha and even Piccolo who had trained Gohan himself. But to no avail. Krillin closed his eyes in frustration and defeat. How could Earth lose to such a maniac? Was there no god? 'I guess… It's really over.' His voice broke down.
'You are right, it is really over.' Krillin's eyes snapped open, meeting a smirking Vegeta. Glaring at the prince, trembling with anger and fear at the same time.
'He's right. You can't win, none of you could. I should do you worthless beings a favour and kill you.' His smirk widened when thinking out loud. 'I should kill you…' He added, as in afterthought, 'I guess I could be generous.' Finally making up his mind, he uttered the last words both of them would hear on this earth,
'Time to die.'
Gather a huge amount of ki in the palm of his hand, creating a large ball of energy, he aimed at the pair.
Krillin closed his eyes, his grip on the boy's shoulder hardened. This was the end.A huge ki-beam blasted through the dry land, evening out the canyon, making it a flat landscape, full of sand and nothingness. Dead.
Planet Earth was going to be destroyed. In less than a day, they had lost all their beloved friends, and now their own life, waited to end. This ruthless Prince was going to destroy them all, every last living being. Everything.
'He lost.' Bulma whispered, eyes filling themself with tears, looking not being able to look at anyone, she simply stared at the ground in disbelieve.
'This really is the end… The Dragonballs are gone... Everyone gone' Master Roshi spoke softly, fear and sadness roamed through his voice.
Puar had been crying since Yamcha's death and only now started to cry even harder, Oolong, who had been trying to comfort his friend the entire time, put his arms even tighter around him. Letting a tear escape himself.
Baba's crystal ball had completely blacked out before they could see the death of their friends. The amount of energy on the field must have been humongous. Chichi watched at the big ball of black. Seeing Goku fall on the ground, watching how he died, had torn her. But now, this pitch-blackness… Her son…
Her scream piercing loud and full of agony, misery and pain, would reach the entire world. The earth would soon weep with her.
No longer being able to control herself she yelled at the crystal ball, 'Why!' She screamed, 'Why!?' The dark ball provided her with no answers but only represented her own heart at the moment, dark and empty. 'My son… My baby…'
Her hard sobbing clenched everyone's heart and made it hard to swallow the lumps in their throat's, to take a breath to fill their lungs with air, seemed pretentious now. Their friends could no longer do that. Simply breathing was becoming so hard.
'I can't believe it!' Bulma screamed in frustration, her face wet of her own tears. 'They should've won! Goku!' Banging her fist in frustration on the wooden floor, hunched over, 'Now what? What is he going to do? To us? To the planet?'
Her words of despair filling the room, she looked at Master Roshi for answers, who hardly could control his own emotions of grief and defeat. 'I'm afraid…' Taking a breath, 'I don't know, Bulma.'
He did. Everyone did.
This was the end, of them, of the world.
'They all fought hard.' Master Roshi's voice sounded recovered, and he was now speaking loud and clear, 'They were all good fellow, every one of them: Goku, Krillin, Tien, Chaotzu, Yamcha and even Piccolo. Gohan was so brave. They all died fight for us.' He took a breath, taking some more of his newfound energy, 'We should honour their death's by being grateful for the little time extra they gave us.'
They all looked at Master Roshi, his word had an impact, it had silenced them. Numb momentarily, pushing their saddened thoughts and pain aside. Everyone stared in front of themselves know, letting the words sink in.
Bulma nodded her head in agreement. 'Thank you.' She didn't know if she was referring to Master Roshi or the boys, but she felt grateful. For everything and everyone.
Chichi remained silent, soon… soon she would join them. She would be with them and nothing or no-one could take them from her again.
Ox-King broke the silence, 'How long do you think we have?' Directing his question at Master Roshi, who shrugged, 'Not much, I'm afraid. Perhaps we should deal with these matters in our own way…' He muttered, not really sure what else he could say.
'I should go home… I want to say goodbye to my mother and father…' Bulma talked softly, numb and hallow.
'I'm staying here. I don't have a home to go to…' Chi-chi whispered, tears falling down again. Her father remained silent and put his arms around his grieving daughter, who returned his embrace, pushing her face into her father broad chest as she had done as a little girl, holding on for dear life because that was all she could do now.
The sobbing of Puar had slowly faded into silence, closing his eyes, taking deep shallow breaths, he lay next to Oolong who did the same thing. Watching the pair, Bulma let out a sigh, no one was here to grieve with for her. Not being able to keep herself preoccupied , she decided to leave this very moment. She wanted to cry. Loud and desperate. Now that the house had filled with an eerie silence she could not bring herself to do so. The burden of everyone's pain would only be worsen if she did.
'Master Roshi, I'm leaving… I'll go get my things in the guestroom…' She spoke softly.
'Sure, go ahead... Bulma, I… I'll be right here when you need me.' He said, not meeting her eyes, but nodded to himself, trying to keep himself busy as well but founded nothing to do so.
Slowly walking up the stairs, not really sure why she was even bothering to take her things with her, a tear escaped her eye. Another… Stay strong, Bulma... Master Roshi was being so nice… Comfort… She smiled a hollow smile, he would probably try something perverted... More tears fell. '
Staring blank before her, looking at a picture of her and Goku in their younger days. Goku… You was supposed to win.. You always win… I can't believe it… I can't believe I won't be able to do so many things… Become a wife, be a mother… being someone's everything… I'll never be that.
Vegeta saw a small house on a tiny island in the middle of the blue sea, smirking to himself, this would be fun. Before he had landed on the ground he had heard the screaming of a name. So they knew he was here... Letting his boots meet the sand, he waited for them to come outside. Obviously they were not planning on doing that. His face turned into a scowl, his nostril flared out of anger. Taking firm steps into the sand he walked forward towards the house.
'Bulma... He-he-he's here!' Master Roshi stuttered, he had not been paying attention before but just know he had felt him. His power-level was so high it had peeked at a point he could not ignore, even if he would choose to do so.
Feeling an awful presence near. It was in front of his house now. It couldn't be..
Shaking with fear he decided to be brave for everyone who had remained with him in the house, he had spoken so well over the other he would bring shame upon them by behaving cowardly now. He walked towards his front door, one trembling old knee after the other, he opened the door to meet his demise.
'Who is there!?' Sounding brave then he felt, he was startled by the sight in front of him. It was him… This man, this monster, who had crushed all their hopes and dreams, their peaceful existence and their careless future. All destroyed by him.
Hesitatingly he spoke, 'Wh-what a-are you d-doing here?' His voice trembled, 'What d-do you w-want?' Fear suddenly took him over like a ravage beast, taking in the presence of this stranger. He now understood. He understood that not even his greatest student could win against him, no, he could not win against this animal.
'Coming to meet your death, old man?' He gritted his teeth. 'But before that.' He spat, enjoying this very moment.
'Where is that girl?'
'Girl?' Master Roshi echoed, not really sure if he had indeed heard correctly. Who did mean? Bulma? Chi-chi? Did he wanted to murder her too like he had done with her husband and son?
'Yes, the girl… The one who spoke trough the scouter.'
Scouter? Bulma! Why did he need Bulma?
'You are taking too long, old man!' Vegeta hissed, shooting a small ki-beam through his kneecap.
Everyone gasped in surprised at the man's utter cruelness, making Baba take a step towards her brother, but was halted when he lift his hand causing her to stop.
Hissing in pain, Master Roshi stumbled forward, hardly being able to breathe through the pain. He hear a ruckus behind him, the others… Feeling the pain through his veins, Master Roshi tried to stand tall again. If I am going to die, might as well die brave like my students!
'I don't know.' He answered quietly, calm and collective, as if the harm the man had caused had no effect on him.
'You lie!' Vegeta screamed, grabbing him by his collar. 'I know she's here, my scouter signalled her this way when I landed here on Earth. Unless you want each and every one to die slowly in front of you, talk.' He hissed.
The others now stood behind Master Roshi. Vegeta's eyes darter around, looking for his prey. Then noticing the brunette, his interest was piqued. Oh, how her eyes shone with hatred and despair. It made him smirk.
'You!' She hissed, breathing hard and balding her fist. Ox-king held on to her, hoping she would stay beside him, but his actions were in vain as she effortlessly freed herself from his grip. 'You killed my son! You killed my husband!'
'Is that so?' Vegeta's cruel smile and uninterested tone, only angered her more.
'I hope you burn in hell.' She spat.
'I will.' He answered, clearly still entertained. 'Now, about the girl… Where is she?'
'I rather die than tell you.' Chichi hissed back, infuriated by this vile, despicable man.
'That can be arranged.' Vegeta answered, his aura turning darker and more violent. Aiming at the woman and the man behind her, killing them effortlessly. The loud thud of their bodies collapsing on the floor made everyone silent with fear.
'You two!' Pointing at the trembling pair, Oolong and Puar. 'Where is she?'
'You just killed her.' Master Roshi answered for them, hardly being able to stop himself from falling on the floor.
'Die!'
Another dead body. Baba dropped down in front or her brother.
Cursing he aimed another small beam at the old man, if said he would die, then he would. No old woman would stop him from doing so. Smiling sadistically he turned his head back around. Vegeta's anger could almost be tasted, his anger made your veins run cold and left your heart pumping erratically, making you take shallow breaths.
'The girl?' He roared loudly.
'Here…' A soft voice spoke. 'I'm here.' She sounded so empty, she could hardly believe this was her own voice speaking.
'No! Bulma!' Puar yelled, startling Oolong who, for once, could only admire his friend's courage. 'Run!'
'I can't run.' She muttered, staring at Vegeta with wide eyes, who was taking steps towards her. Like a predator meeting his prey. 'I can't run.' She repeated. No one could run, not from him, shaking her head.
Facing him, her blue eyes met up his dark ones. Black. Even his eyes were black and void, he was darkness itself submerge from hurt and evil into flesh, that was the only explanation. Nothing could have created this monster but the devil himself.
'That's right.' He nodded, his breath tickled her face, it made her blink for the first time since he walked towards her. 'You…' She couldn't utter a single word. What was she going to say again?
'You are the one from the scouter… I can tell.' He grinned, hungrily prying her with his eyes.
'Who are you?' She managed to whisper, still not being able to look at anything else but his eyes.
'Why, I am Prince Vegeta, heir of the throne, leader of the Saiyan race. Surely you knew, did you not hear me speak when listening to that scouter?' He answered proudly, loving how she was quivering in fear.
'I…'
'Remember a few days ago… You were talking about the dragonballs.'
Bulma tried to remember what she had been saying, but did that matter, they already knew about them anyway! That was the sole reason they were here in the first place!
'Y-you k-killed P-Picollo, so…' She could hardly utter one word without stuttering, never had she felt so much fear in her life.
'The Namek? Why, I'll simply travel to his planet. I'll use their Dragonballs.' He explained, picking up a streak of her blue hair, which he twirled around his finger. That slight touch had made her jump out of her skin. He could feel her heart racing, he could smell her fear, he could even taste her sweat on his tongue. Imagination can be so real. It made his tail twirl in excitement.
'W-why me…?'
He sealed all her doom in her trembling heart with his answer, 'Dragonball-radar.'
Blinking in disbelieve, she did not move, his words made no sense. How did he know?
'Stop the trembling woman. And get me that Dragonball-radar.'
Seeing that the woman would not move, he sighed in annoyance. Sure it was fun to see her be such a mess, but to let her behaviour stall his precious time was another thing. Irritated that she did not pick up his mood, he snatched her chin and closed the already small gap between them. 'Now!' He hissed.
Trying to focus on him, so her legs would not give in. Bulma nodded slowly. Trying to move a muscle, paralyzed. She couldn't bring herself to move and assist this man. Why would she? Why was she helping him! No!
'I don't know where it.' She answered, her voice sounded harder than before, determined to not fail. She was still trying to stop her legs from shaking, so far she was failing at that.
'What?' He spat in disbelieve.
She had guts, he'd give her that. No one denies him anything, especially not some puny disgusting little human! A woman no less. Snatching her arm, making sure he did not put too much pressure on it, yet. He would break it if she dared to defy him again.
'I'll ignore that answer and give you the chance to redeem yourself.' He said, Vegeta felt no need to make it worse, it would probably just cost him more time. Women were weak and foolish, she would easily change her decision to if her life depended on it. Or so he would make it appear that he life depended on it.
'No.' She answered defiantly.
'Foolish woman.' He hissed, tightening his grip until he heard a small crack. Bulma screamed out in pain. 'If you don't do what I say… Those two,' Pointing his thumb towards Oolong and Puar, who had witnessed the whole thing in fear and silence. 'Will be tortured and then killed.'
'You'll kill us all anyway.' Bulma answered, not being able to keep tears from falling, but not from despair. No, she did not feel saddened or even angered, she was feeling proud and strong. Like Goku. Like her friends. These tears were simply because of physical pain, something she could not subdue cause of the natural instinct of her body.
'Fine.' He tossed her aside, like a rag doll. Bulma felt the wind blown out of her longs. She stared at her two friends, who had simply nodded at her. Understanding her decision, feeling her bravery, a feeling they, for the moment, shared because both were staring at Death himself. And they too would defy him.
'I lied.' Vegeta smirked, and turned to look at the woman. 'I don't have time to torture them.' Killing this both at the same time with a rather small ki-ball, not leaving one fragment of them behind.
'Now it's just you and me, woman.'
Everyone is dead. Everyone… Why Kami? Why? She couldn't let believe that this is how their great adventures ended. She had always assumed this was another chapter, another saga.'Get that radar and come so we can leave. You are testing my patience, woman.'
We? Did he just say we? '
'Yes, you are the only one who can use it.' He said, answering her question as if it was obvious she should know such a detail.
Now she remember. She remembered that conversation. That night when she was trying to make that damn scouter work. Why had she wanted that again? No, that was not important. But she rembered, now she knew. Had he heard that?
Krillin had been complaining about how they should go find the Dragonballs because in less than a week Goku would have to be wished back on Earth, and she had answered dismissively that they had plenty of time. With her having the Dragonradar and all. When he had whined she had said that he could complain all he wanted she was the one with the Dragonball-radar and the only one who could use it anyway, so he would simply have to wait.
Not that that was true actually, about the device, it was rather simple… But he didn't know that… Putting the pieces together, her mind formed somewhat of a plan.
He would use the Dragonballs on Piccolo home-planet. Why didn't she think of this before!
She nodded her head, and stared him boldly in the eyes, 'Ok… I'll go get it.' Pushing herself off the ground, trying to ignore the pulsing pain in her arm, she ran up the stairs. Vegeta followed her every move, eying her suspiciously, wondering what made her changed her mind.
Grabbed her backpack and took one last glance at the old picture of her and Goku. Don't worry, Goku. This isn't the end! We still have hope! I just have to make sure I use the Dragonballs before he does. Turning around she went back downstairs to her captor.
'Give me the Dragonball-radar.' He barked, his hand open, twirling his tail impatiently.
Slowly getting it out of her back pack, fumbling because she could not use her other arm, nor could she restrain the pain much longer, she would probably faint any minute now. Looking at it one more time before giving it to the man, a savage beast. Then she hesitated.
Vegeta cocked up his eyebrow in surprise, why was she taking so long? Did she have a death wish?
Growing tired of waiting, snatching it out of hand impatiently, he looked at it. Even a simpleton knew how to use this! He then started to laugh. Hysterically. More maniacally to Bulma's ears. The whole sight was strange and twisted to see. 'Woman… I don't believe I need your assistance on something as simple as this… Hahaha!
Looking at awe at him with her mouth wide open, no! She refused to believe his words! This meant that she had just given him the key and he would simply leave without her! Everything was just an illusion, that had burst open in cruel reality in less than a minute. The wheels inside her head working, thinking of something that could convince him she was needed. She had to try! Now she had given herself hope again, she simply had to try!
'Let me come with you!' Bulma's voice sounded louder then she had thought, the words that left her lips sounded so wrong. 'I want to come with you…' She repeated, more quiet and restrained then before. As if she only know understood the meaning of her own words.
Vegeta had stopped laughing, but still held a despicable smirk on his face. It made him seem more deranged and evil. His eyes looking intently at her, curious to why she would say such a thing and actually considering her words. 'Why would I do that?' He asked.
'I know how the Dragonballs look and how to use them! I could help you!'
Help! As if I would ever help a monster like you… I'll help you get destroyed! Bulma though, her eyes focused on his, she couldn't tell what he was thinking. His eyes held no depth, no higher or lower. Just the hollowness that represented his being.
'I don't think so… Besides you seem to think a lot of matters are complicated. Like this little thing.' He answered pointing at the device in his other hand, then pointed at her, 'You are useless.'
'I invented that myself!' She protested, somehow also hoping this would impress Vegeta, and take her with him.
He smirked again, Vegeta was somewhat impressed; at how foolish and persistent earthlings could be. Apparently it was comment trait on this planet. How unfortunate since it would only result into death. He snickered inside.
Noticing that her words had little impact on him, Bulma's thought frantically at how to stop him, stall him or make him change his mind. All her logic sense left her when she made the next move.
Snatching it out of his hands, which surprised him somewhat, she could tell, she held the Dragonball-radar close to her heart, 'Take me with you or else I'm not giving you the radar!'
This little woman was something else, he mused. He eyed her up and down, determination raided off of her, standing her ground. She had guts, he'll give her that.
She held her head high, showing her defiance. With a facial expression that matched his own look of superior.
'I'll just take it.' He simply replied, 'And kill you like the rest of your miserable planet.'
'I'll destroy it, I invented it, I know how to make it useless. You're not the first who wants to use it for the wrong intentions. I have self-destruct button.' Bulma sounded more braver then she felt and a lot more confident too, because she had been bluffing.
His smirk fell. His tail had stopped twirling around in excitement. 'You sure are persistent. You must have some sort of death wish.' His voice sounded gruff and cold. He took a few steps towards her, once again being at close proximity with her, 'You want me to kill you?' His breath tickled her ear, how his voice sounded at that particular moment send shivers down her spine, the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight, it made her tremble all over. It was as if Death himself stood next to her, asking her permission, giving her a choice out of the kindness of its hollow heart.
'T-take...' Swallowing the lump, gasping for a small amount of air, 'me with you.'
He was smirking again, she could feel it against her ear. He simply answered by grabbing hold of her device and placing an arm around her tiny waist, lifting her up halfway in the air. Giving her a glance of excitement and hunger, he grinned wider.
Taking a glance at everything around her, death. A mantra repeated itself through her head; she was doing this for them, she would make them live, she would make them smile. The hole in the house were Puar and Oolong had been, Master Roshi bleeding all over on the floor. Baba… Ox-king's large figure lying on the floor with next to him, his beloved daughter. Chichi's eyes were still open, wide and hollow. Like the hole in her stomach.
He grabbed a lock of her hair with his fingers, as in thought, 'Such a fragile little thing…' And yet such a big mouth. He added in his head. He must admit he was a bit stunned at her determination. Not many dare to do what she just did, defy him, challenging him.
Quicker than the speed of light they were out of Kame's house and flying above the blue sea. Bulma took notice that it had always seemed so endless the view in the house. Yet she always knew it had an ending, this time she did not know what would await her on the next shore.
He had not spoken a single word on what he was planning to do with her, he had not agreed on her offer, he had simply taken her.
Looking behind her, the island had becoming nothing but a small dot and before her were the ruins of the beautiful East-city.
Landing on a pile of rubble, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her with him towards the space stumbled because of the force he was pulling her along, making him grunt in disapproval. Her arm was still in so much pain, she had to bite her lip from screaming it out.
She stared at the strange spaceship, a ball no bigger than 1.5 m. He isn't serious is he? How on earth are we supposed to fit in? Together no less!
But keeping her thoughts to herself she made no sign nor any sound of aversion. He didn't seem to find it a problem. Letting himself drop in the seat, he pushed a few buttons and made a few adjustments on the screen.
Bulma couldn't stop herself from looking in awe at the high technology this thing possessed. This was after all her field. Alien technology, who thought I'd get to see it up close? She mused, this was not how she would imagine it at all. No, not like this.
'Well.' He grunted, staring at her impatiently. They had already lost enough time on this worthless planet. When she didn't answer straight away he grabbed her arm and placed her on his lap, making her shriek in horror. Well, she wanted to come along so badly… he mused, finding her reaction merely entertaining.
Not being able to utter a word at first, when the pod closed she couldn't help herself. 'Why? Can't I use your friend's?'
Barking laughter answered her question, 'Nappa's? I wouldn't want to sit in his space pod… Besides its gone, your fellow earthling must've taken it.'
Feeling rather stupid, she couldn't help but blush crimson at the fact she was indeed sitting on his lap, no less. Embarrassed and humiliated, she closed her eyes in defeat. Feeling the straps of the seatbelts brush over her shoulder, bringer her even closer to him, she sighed.
'Don't worry, we are making a stop to get a ship. Namek is about three months flying, I wouldn't want you sitting on my lap for so long.' He grinned again, his hands resting on her knees, since her knees were on top of his. 'Or maybe I would, but not in this position.' His voiced purred, teasing her in delight. It made Bulma's heart beat faster, anxiety taking over. The implying words disgusted her to no end, yet she could not stop the redness spreading itself on her cheeks, perhaps it was good he could not see her face, he might of thought she was flattered.
The accommodation of the ship adjusted to their size, probably being used to having soldiers in all form and sizes. Making it all bit a more comforting, but still not enough to make breathing easy, or perhaps that had to do with the lethal Saiyan breathing in her ear. When his arms snaked around her waist, her breath hitched.
Feeling the ship tremble, preparing itself to lift off, Bulma let out a breath of relieve, but still felt embarrassed and ashamed of her position. He was going to make this all as horrible as he could, perhaps she was wrong to think she would be able to pull this off. Perhaps she should've just held quiet and let him kill her so she could join her friends in the afterlife. She shuddered at the thought that these same arms around and his hands were the ones who killed her friends. How much blood was there on his hands? She just had to stay strong and not think too much about it. Closing her eyes harder, determined to not open them, in hope that the darkness would calm her nerves.
Which was hard to do being at such a close proximity to Vegeta, his tickling breath, the hardness of his chest pushed in her back, his furry tail that had, once again, detached itself from him and was resting on her thigh. None of it could be ignored.
The trembling ceased, and now Bulma dared to open her eyes, they were out of Earth's layer and out in the endless blue that captured and could consume every being. Looking outside the small window, noticing that Earth was becoming a smaller and smaller dot.
Why hadn't he destroyed Earth yet?
'It's a useless planet.' Vegeta informed her, making her think he could read her mind. 'Why bother.' He yawned. All the fighting had exhausted him, he would need some time to recover. Then again this woman was rather distracting…
'Thank you…' She muttered quietly.
It made him grin, delighted at how weak and obedient she was. 'I wouldn't mind some distraction…' His hand travelled from her knee up to her thigh, tickling her skin and hitching up her dress a little, as blatantly as accidently done, touching the fabric and sliding his fingers over her waist, between the valley of her breasts, his hand tickled her skin once again, grabbing her chin, setting her head to aside, revealing her neck to him. 'However now is not the time.' He hissed, not being able to help himself he did lick her skin.
Bulma simply closed her eyes and held her breath, hoping it would soon be over.
Grinning at her discomfort, her let go of her, though she hardly moved a muscle at his release. He let his head rest back, his muscles now relaxing, staring at her.
'It's a long way to Namek.' He said quietly, feeling now particularly sleepy. Must be the air in space-pod, did he forgot to turn it off the sleeping gas? No. No it was those weaklings that had caused him a great deal of trouble. He couldn't believe how much damaged they had managed to cause, and how much energy it had taken from him. He closed his eyes, tiredness taking over.
Bulma still kept her breath, not being able to gasp after air, not being able to move a single muscle, uncertain if she wanted to do any of it either. There was a lump in her throat, suffocating her slowly. She had thanked him because she wanted him to think he was in charge. No, that's a lie. She thought, she had thanked him unwillingly. The words had left her mouth without permission, without much thought. She was thanking the universe for having so much mercy on her beloved planet.
What had she gotten herself into? She was in the lion's den, in close proximity with a savage beast, wanting but waiting patiently to devour her.
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