MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET...
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No, I dont own Dragon Ball. I Would love to claim ownership over Vegeta, but Bulma got there first...
You´ll be just another regret
He woke up with a start. It was still too early in the morning, yet after that dream, Prince Vegeta knew there was just no way he could go back to sleep. Not after what his mind and body was feeling, not with his instincts completely aroused…
The rational part in his head was telling him it was all because he had thought of her once again, this time stronger than many other´s before. In his dream, they had been kids again, she had come to him, some strange wind playing with her blue mane, her lips curled in a dazzling smile, she had approached him slowly and cupped his face in her hands, she then closed her eyes and kissed him with an innocence that could be nothing but childish…
Vegeta threw the silky covers aside and stood up, determined to use his time in the best of the possible ways: training. He put some comfortable clothes on and convinced himself that it had just been a goddamned dream and nothing else. For a couple of hours, as he practiced his punches and push ups while in the insanity of over 700 atmospheres, his mind gave him a truce.
But the second he saw his own tail, he remembered again with a strength and vivacity that was simply overwhelming to the senses and he actually lost his balance.
Because in the dream, the little girl became an amazingly beautiful woman, her body just so exquisite and soft to the touch that Prince Vegeta forgot that it was just some illusion. The little kiss she gave him as a brat had nothing to do with the sensual lips that this temptress was brushing against his. Her lack of curves back then replaced with ones that would put any man into a drooling attack.
He had caressed her, in an always shifting strand of visions and feelings. His lips had trailed over her pearly skin and his ears were rewarded with moans of pleasure. God, it had been so vivid that he even smelled her. That essence so fresh and natural that was glued to her skin, an aroma he knew from the past and he could never forget… Her tail had been caressing him as well, his own had trailed in her skin in return, holding her in place, sometimes teasing mercilessly her most intimate spots… To hell with everything!! He had liked the act of mating, or at least just the illusion, as never before, and she liked it as well. She asked for more and he had lost all trace of thought and given himself away, plunged into the immensity of the pleasure she could give him…
Before he could bring himself back to calmness, he had damaged the entire army of robots that he used to train inside the Gravity Room. When his rage receded, he was amazed to discover just how many emotions the memory of the brat could stir on him. The last night, he had told his father that he had no need for a mate, yet his innermost instincts had began to stir and tell him, through the veiled illusion of dreams that he not only wanted a mate, but that in fact, his own subconscious had chosen who was her to be since long ago.
Two years ago, when Bulma finished building a space pod pretty much similar to the one Vegeta stole from her, she never dreamed of using it to actually save her life. In fact, she never even imagined that it would serve her for something more than tracking Vegeta one of this days and going out for him, to beat his ass because of his betrayal.
When she went to the extent of creating a device to track down Vegeta´s unique ki wherever in the universe, she never imagined that it would in fact be the key to survival. When they came and attacked, everything happened so fast that if it hadn't been for that special device, she wouldn't have made it in the end. One more second wasted in launching protocols would have been enough for them to catch and slaughter her. As she collapsed inside the pod, her pained body finally allowed her mind the thought that maybe despising Vegeta all this years had been her salvation.
Her head throbbed. In fact, all of her body was hurting like hell, but at least she was alive and in her way to get Vegeta… To make him pay for stealing her space pod, and repay the debt he still had with her after saving his life. If he was a Prince as he had said so many times back then, he would have to look for some honor and shelter her.
In the end, it was his entire fault. Because she had been thinking of him and got angry, her power had gone out of control and for a second, her usually colorless aura changed and became golden. She knew something became different but she didn't have the time to get herself to a mirror and see. In fact she didn't know very well what the hell had happened, but she knew such an outburst of power had been the trigger for the attack.
In the short time that Vegeta stayed with her, almost eighteen years ago now, he had told her about Frieza and his minions. After many conversations trying to coax him to talk to her and tell her stories of the outer space she didn't know, he narrated her many ordeals that the Saiyan Empire had with that of Lord Frieza. Both of their worlds housed the strongest beings in the universe, both were worlds of warriors with incredible power. The difference between them was their governing methods. Saiyans ruled the many worlds they owned with iron hand, yet, they respected their cultures as much as they could. They weren't pacifists in any sense that was simply out of the question. But when conquering a world, they managed to do as less damage as they could. To those under their rule, they provided the support of their strength and took their resources in exchange. Saiyans often did mercenary jobs and they were so good at it that people actually saw them as a kind of police in their side of the galaxy. Sure, they used their strength and power for their own benefit, but along the way, they created stability and security.
Lord Frieza was far less concerned with those traits. He was a dictator and a ruthless one at that. He had an army of monsters, collected from all around the universe and these were the ones that had just attacked her. Under Frieza´s rule, there was just slavery and death. He used his army to make his dirty job, purge entire planets, slaughtering all of their inhabitants to later sell the planet to the highest bidder, enslavement was all there was for those strong enough to be of any use. The only ones not bending to Frieza´s power were the Saiyan´s. In her way of understanding things, the rigid government of Saiyan´s was far more preferable than slavery and death under Lord Frieza.
Vegeta had even commented that the planet she lived in was within Frieza´s dominion and that all the garbage filling it was the result of his final destiny: it had been sold as garbage dumping planet. She knew some of that because her father had come to some conclusions about the whole ordeal. He had told her of the many beauties of the planet before the purge. Now, even the oceans were filling with garbage and with time, any form of life would become impossible. Still, the always increasing amounts of cosmic residues gave them the resources to work and find the way out of that planet.
Bulma´s eyes fluttered and she knew she was near unconsciousness. All because of a goddamned dream she had with him making her things that made her blush, things that she had seen before in magazines she found around, when looking for some that could help her with her inventions. Oh God… It had been so vivid, even if she had never had any experience on that field… The way he had touched her tail back in the dream…or the way his tail had teased her right in that spot…
Before the dream was over, she felt herself getting enraged like never before. She couldn't be dreaming of him making…that!! Not to her!! She must have been dreaming of her snapping his neck or beating the hell out of him…
But it felt good…
The sudden outburst of power had been what definitely brought them. She didn't know why they were nearby or by what means they managed to pinpoint her location, but they did. Not more than five minutes had passed after she woke up from that…perverted dream…when she felt they were coming and after one or two minutes more, they landed. Shit, she didn't even had time enough to change into more fitting clothes and the look of dark lust in those wicked men was enough to confirm the fact.
It hadn't been only one warrior. There was a whole squad of them. Although she tried running as fast as she could to the launching room where the space pod, she had to break through them. Most of them were just a bunch of weaklings, but at least ten of them were actually strong and their intentions to kill her were just visible. She ran, fought, punched, kicked and even killed some of them, but in return, they also hurt her with energy and ki attacks from afar and some punches from near range. She still managed to break trough and dove into the space pod room with time to barely close it and order the central computer to travel towards Vegeta. It hadn't been the fiercest battle, she knew and her pride had been wounded; yet, survival came first in her order of priorities. If it had been only one powerful mercenary, she would have fought and most probably won. But still, it had been an surprise attack, she had all the probabilities to lose and sorry, she hadn't survived all these years just to get killed by some slaves from a dictator.
Damned Vegeta… She thought of him even before finally collapsing. It was as if lately, her life had become increasingly related to his. She hoped for his own good that when she found him, he had at least an apology. Because when she found him she wouldn't run away for her life, she would beat him to a pulp for causing so much havoc in her life and those steamy visions in her dreams…
The King was worried. The stupid brat had locked himself in his training room for four days now; that wonderful machine that he had requested to be built when he came back from a particularly dangerous trip well into Frieza´s territory had become his main refuge when training or when trying to sort out things in that thick-skulled brain of his. Where had he took the idea from was still unknown, but it ended up being quite the success. More of those had been built over the years and the Saiyan army had improved quite a lot since then; something they needed a lot if they hoped to stand against the lizard for some more time.
King Vegeta paced restlessly along the hallway. The palace with its sober gray stoned walls reminded him of the confusion his son was going through and the dread he was feeling lately. The King knew it was in his sons hands to stand against Lord Frieza race for galaxy domination; for himself it was too late and his strength was nowhere near that of his heir. He wasn't stupid, he knew full well the degree of strength and power Prince Vegeta had achieved after all those years of training, occasional battles, sneaks into Frieza´s Empire and deep meditation. He as a father was the only one to notice that Prince Vegeta had achieved the Super Saiyan that the rest of his subjects had rendered impossible and mythical. Why else would he ask for a mate with strength enough to do the same?
He understood why he didn't want some princess from one of their allied planets. No matter how beautiful, what he really wanted was someone to stand proudly beside him, someone that could match him in strength and power… His son wanted a woman that was almost impossible to conceive and he didn't blame him so much for doing so. After all, his son had always been ambitious and difficult to please. The election of his mate was something of extreme importance and he wouldn't be satisfied with some weakling and shallow woman.
He knew the stubborn brat was trying to deny the fact that he needed his mate. It was about time for his natural instincts to kick his butt and remind him that he couldn't go around life without some things, no matter how strong. A warrior strength is just as much as his motives. When his wife died, he poured all of his determination into his son and Heir and now, the time for Prince Vegeta to find his own motive to stand back and defend their Empire was drawing near and near.
King Vegeta sighed; he had done his homework and even though he knew finding a woman up to the Prince requests was almost an impossible mission, he tried. So far, he had found that in fact, a saiyan babygirl with a blue greenish hair had been born to one of the Elite´s families around two years after his own son´s. When, earlier that morning, the results of the research about her whereabouts had finally arrived, King Vegeta had felt discouraged. The girl, had disappeared. After a further confrontation, the head of the household confessed that he and his wife had put the little brat in a space pod and launched her to some random planet that happened to be within Frieza´s territory. They hadn't cared to even give her a name and just disposed of her as if she was some garbage… When for him, that little girl represented a jewel, a precious being of immeasurable importance for his plans and for fate even. For that of a whole galaxy.
Truth to be told, he understood. Although he personally disagreed of such practices, he knew that Saiyan parents usually neglected their own offspring if they happened to be weak or…well, strange… A little Saiyan with blue hair was definitely in the last category. In his rage, the King had ordered the ruin of that family. From being Elites, they were lowered to Third class. He knew they deserved far worse but he couldn't bring himself to lose any of his soldiers when things between the Saiyan and Cold Empires were so strained.
A war was coming. Or at least a fierce battle and he knew his son would be the only one to be able to deal with the lizard. Yet, despite all his strength, he lacked the real motive to be strong…
He was wracking his mind in these thoughts when the rumble of some explosion right beside the hallway, in the gardens area brought him back of his reverie. He hurried along with the few guards to see what the hell was going on. It took him only one leap but before approaching, he sensed a ki…an enormous one in fact. One that could match that of his son when asleep and relaxed. He dreaded for a moment that it would be one of Frieza´s minions, sent to break havoc in their planet.
He was the first one to arrive into the crater created by the collision. Not seeing any possible enemy or threat on the very beginning, he located the external opening button of the pod and at once the door opened, reveling at once the longest pair of female legs, with the most pearly looking skin he had ever seen. Immediately he knew that this was a girl and a very injured one. Reaching inside, he took her out and settled her in his arms.
King Vegeta saw the many rashes and cuts in her. One in her leg had been so deep that he wondered how the hell hadn't she bleed herself to death. She was still breathing but it wouldn't last long if he didn't took her into the healing cameras and soon; but before beginning his fast speed journey towards that part of the castle, his eyes took into two things. Her long blue greenish hair, flowing all the way to the floor as a blanket of silk and her equally colored tail, now lifeless. After getting over his first surprise, he wondered what God had sent her; he chuckled and imagined that this little pale Saiyan angel had fallen from the sky just when he and his son needed her the most.
The next day, father and son shared their lunchs in silence. So much training had taken its toll in the brat thougth the King. He was scowling and seemed worried about something.
--I have a surprise for you, brat—announced the King without more preambles. Oh, he was having so much fun with all this…
--What is it?—retorted the Prince with a dark tone in his voice.
--Once we finish, we will go and see…
Prince Vegeta wanted to ask more but the sly look in his father´s face made him consider it not such a good idea at the moment. Whatever the matter was, it was giving him a good time.
They went in silence to the healing cameras. Vegeta was puzzled as to what could be of so much importance. Yes, he had heard rumors of some space pod colliding in the palace grounds the night before, but at the moment he had been in the Gravitation Room, barely conscious after four days of training non stop. When he got out, nearly at midnight the whole thing had been removed from the gardens and his father had taken care of the matter, so the Prince went to sleep at peace.
But not even that prepared him to acknowledge what he saw in a healing tank. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that… He kept staring like an idiot until her name escaped his lips and his father began laughing, realizing that his son was definitely having a hard time. He kept laughing and even slapped his back.
--You know, brat, if I were fifteen years younger for sure by now you would have a stepmother—the King said in between fits of laughter—I have to recognize that you tricked me very well, and that you definitely have a good taste when it comes to women. Where did you found this one? Don't tell me you don't know her because you just said her name… Bulma eh?—
Prince Vegeta felt his cheeks reddening and his fists balled in annoyance. His angry looking expression contrasted so much with the angelic one of the blue haired woman floating in the healing tank. She seemed ethereal, with her waist long hair flying around and her tail relaxed. Her blue eyes were closed and a breathing device was attached to her face.
And when his eyes roamed over the rest of her, the dream came back almost with a full intensity. She wasn't naked, but with those diminutive boxers and that tight tank top, there wasn't a lot left to the imagination. Her curves just so…
--Ok brat, quit drooling—called the King-- I know that´s quite the woman, but…
--But nothing—hissed Prince Vegeta and he then turned to leave the room—There are still two more requests…She wont…
--She will. I´ll see that she trains and beats you to a pulp. And stop there--King Vegeta said with solemn voice—You know her, you stay with her from now on, I command you—ordered the man and the Prince knew this was said with authority, one that he couldn't deny or reject, he turned to give his father a death glare and confronted the old man smirk—She will wake up in one hour or so and till then, you wait here—The King began walking outside the room and passed Vegeta, a very pissed off Vegeta—I have arrangements to do for my daughter in law…--he finally said with a small laugh.
When he was left alone, he stared back to Bulma, and his glare could have pierced the glass containing the healing tank… He cursed her in a couple of alien languages and remained definitely angry with the whole situation. But still, deep inside, he wondered if seeing her blue eyes filled with her usual energy would be as nice as it had been in the past. If in fact, they were destined to be together…