Chapter Three: Haunted
For disclaimer read first chapter...
Vegeta and Bulma
While Bulma had been making him a snack, that could have easily feed an army, Vegeta had told her that he had followed her to the bar and had been watching her to make sure that she didn't get into any trouble and that she had gotten drunk and he had brought her home. He had left out the part where some bozo had drop a pill in her drink.
When Bulma place the first plate in front of him Vegeta began to stuff the food down his throat, he had to admit that he was not particularly fond of the woman's food but when he hadn't eaten in over 30 hours he didn't really care about the taste, all he care about was the fact that he was getting fed, but there was one question that he had to find out before the curiosity killed him.
"Hey woman, what's a D.R. pill?" Vegeta asked around a mouth full of rice, he might be a prince but manners were somewhat foreign to the Saiyan prince.
Bulma looked up at the question, not so much about what the question asked but because Vegeta had paused long enough in eating to ask the question.
"Oh, well a D.R. pill is a short form of saying a date rape drug." Bulma answer and after seeing Vegeta's puzzled expression she reminded herself that he was not human and most likely hadn't had it on his planet. "A date rape drug is well ¼ a drug. It makes the person that took it incoherent and in result allows someone to rape the person that took it." Bulma completely explained.
Bulma watched as Vegeta's puzzled expression turned to pure rage and anger.
"That little shit!" Vegeta yelled as he jumped to his feet and punched the wall, while imaging that it was the pill droppers' body, which resulted in there being a very large whole in the wall right were Vegeta punched it.
"Hey Vegeta, that's my wall." Bulma yelled as she also got to her feet and walked up to him. "Is there something wrong?" Bulma asked as she watched him straighten and walk out of the house, Bulma ran after him only to get to the door in time to hear him yell for her to lock the doors and stay inside.
Even though Bulma was not one for following orders something about Vegeta's tone of voice had her engaging the security locks when she shut the door.
Now she was extremely confused. /Why had he wanted to known what a date rape drug was ¼ wait he didn't want to know what a date rape drug was, he wanted to know what a D.R. pill was, but they only call it that in the bad part of town like the one I was in last night./ With a gasp she lifted her hand to cover her mouth as she felt for a chair. "Oh my god." Bulma said quietly as she lowered herself unsteadily into the chair. She remembered. She remembered going to the bar but not much about being at the bar, she remembered that she had passed out but that she had also regained somewhat conciseness but only in hearing.
Flash back
/What the/ Bulma asked herself, she felt like she was floating, but there was a very strong arm holding her up off the ground. /But why/ Bulma asked herself, the she began to hear the conversation.
"Now what did you put in her drink!" Vegeta yelled at the guy.
"Hum, hummmm, just some D.R. pills." Stuttered the pill dropper.
/Oh no./ Bulma thought as she began to pass out again. She may have been drunk but she still knew what D.R. pills where.
End Flashback
As much as the thought of possibly having been raped scared her, Bulma felt herself smiling, Vegeta had come to her rescue like a white knight, well more like a dark knight with the theory of kill first ask questions later, but still a knight all the same. Then Bulma looked at the hole in the wall, then realized that was what had set him off, he hadn't known what D.R. pills were and when he found out that some guy had planned on raping her he had gone crazy. /That guy better hope Vegeta doesn't find him./ Bulma thought as she gathered up Vegeta's dishes and began to make a pile with them in the sink. /What the/ Bulma asked herself as she realized exactly what was going on. /First Vegeta follows me to the bar to protect me then brings me home and takes care of me, makes sure the jerk (Yamcha) leaves me alone, then gets all pissy when he finds out some guy was planning on raping me ¼ could it possibly be that Vegeta likes me? Oh great now I'm delusional, of course he doesn't like me, he needs me to fix the gravity machine that he keeps breaking, non - the – less Vegeta deserves a special treat for taking such good care of me, and plus, since I'm keeping his shirt I should give him something back./. With that thought in mind Bulma began to make her way down to her lab room.
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha if it takes all night.
Bulma
Bulma smiled as she stepped back to examine her handy work, she only had two hopes, first that he likes it and second, that the size of his ego doesn't increase.
Vegeta
/Gezz the little moron disappeared right off the face of the Earth./ Vegeta thought as he unlocked the front door to the capsule corp. building. Vegeta had just spent the entire day searching for the pill dropper, Vegeta had someone he wanted the pill dropper to meet, namely death. Vegeta had never felt this kind of protectiveness before, not even for what had been his home planet, and to say the least it was beginning to scare the crap out of him. Vegeta didn't even bother turning on the lights as he made his way through the house, up to his room. As soon as Vegeta closed his bedroom door behind him he knew that there was something off, his Saiyan eyes scanned his room quickly and landed on his bed. There was something sitting there. With a quick flick of his hand, he turned on the lights to his room. There on his bed was what looked like a crown, Vegeta walked up to the bed and picked it up, it was gorgeous. Then Vegeta noticed the note that had been lying beside it, Vegeta picked it up also and read,
Vegeta,
This is just a gift of gratitude for taking such good care of me
yesterday. I really appreciate it:) , oh and I'm keeping the shirt,
you aren't so much of a bad ass anymore but you will always be
a prince to me. But I still ain't taking orders from you.
Bulma
PS: Good job on scrubbing the toilet it's squeaky-clean.
Vegeta couldn't help but smile and with a hesitant hand he raised the crown to place on his head, then he turned to look at himself in the mirror, he had to admit that he looked good in it even with all jewels and intertwining metal strings, it was, simple, a master piece. /I wonder, who she got to make it/ With that last thought Vegeta took of his gift and moved to place it beside his bed on his nightstand along with Bulma's note. Then he went to have his shower and change.
When he returned to his bedroom he took one last look at the crown before he settled himself down onto the bed, while realizing that Bulma's sweet smell was still on his bed, especially on his pillow, Vegeta drew in a deep breath as he buried his nose in the fabric to get as much of her smell as possible before he fell asleep, Vegeta feel asleep with a half smile on his lips that soon turned to a deep frown ¼ as he remembered and dreamed.
Vegeta's Dream
She was lying beneath him as they panted to catch their breath, it had been a whole new experience for the Prince, he had heard from the soldiers talking that it was great having sex but he had never really thought that it would be, the girl lying beneath him was one of the many pleasure slaves that his father the King kept around. The one that Vegeta had just used for his first time had been a new arrival. She was young and from what Vegeta could tell, as new at this as he was. When he had gotten his breath back he rolled so that he was on his side and was able to look the girl in the face, she smiled at him.
"Hi, I'm Juanita ¼ " The girl said, but that had been all she had been able to get out before the doors to the Princes chamber were thrown open.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" King Vegeta asked as he smiled cruelly down at both his son and the new slave.
"None of your business old man." The younger Vegeta stated as he moved to draw the slave closer to him, but his father had been faster and grabbed the slave away from him. King Vegeta held the helpless girl up by her hair as she screamed in pain.
"You, brat, will never know pleasure without pain." Vegeta's father stated as he throw Juanita to the ground and sent a ki blast towards her, but just before the ki blast hit her, Juanita's face turned into Bulma's face as she screamed out his name and he screamed out hers.
Bulma
"BULMA!"
Bulma heard her name screamed from Vegeta's room as she sprang up in bed and began to run to his room. She would have ignored it any other time thinking that he wanted her to make him some food, but his scream had somehow sounded ¼ painful. So she was up and racing to his room in only her tank top and cut off track shorts.
She throw open the door as she jogged to his side. He was sleeping. Bulma realized as she began to shake him to wake him up, she became more frantic when she saw that there were tears rolling down his cheeks. After what seemed a lifetime to Bulma, Vegeta stopped moving around and began to open his eyes.
"Bulma?" Vegeta asked as he reached out a hand to her cheek as if she wasn't real. His eyes holding the wounded look of someone that had just lost something precious and close to them in the most painfullest way possible.
"Yes, I'm Bulma." Bulma stated, not really sure what to make of what was happening, then all of a sudden Vegeta wrapped his arms around her so tightly that she lost her breath and was struggling to catch her breath as she petted his back softly with her hands. While trying to sooth his pains.
"It's ok Vegeta, it's not like I'm dead or going to disappear any second. I'm right here." Bulma said in a soft voice, then she felt Vegeta tense and straighten in the bed. He just stared at her for a long time then pushed off the bed as fast as he could go and ran out to the patio and flew off into the night.
Bulma didn't know what had just happened, all that she did know was that now that Vegeta's arms were no longer around her that she felt incredibly cold.
While not knowing whether or not Vegeta was going to be coming back or not Bulma slipped into his bed and snuggled into the covers that smelled pleasantly like him ¼ and her. With that she sprang back up in bed and went down stairs to sleep on the couch because her bed was too big for her and she felt so alone there and because his bed smelled like them combined and it had scared her because it smelled right, but the couch, the couch was comfy and small, sure she was likely to fall off of it countless times before the next morning but it was safe to sleep on it.
/He'll be back in the morning, and maybe I'll find out what that dream was about./ Bulma thought as she finally fell back to sleep, back to the dreams that she had been dreaming before and had completely forgotten about with Vegeta's screams. Dreams that would put some adult movies to shame, starring her and Vegeta.
/Well I guess not all things are bad in the dream land./ Bulma's sub concise said to her.
The morning came and Bulma realized that Vegeta had not come home during the night, which worried her but she remembered that Vegeta had looked pained and thought that maybe he needed time for whatever was going on inside that Saiyan brain of his.
But by noon when he still hadn't returned she turned full-blown worried and was practically ripping her own hair out. Then the idea hit her like a locomotive. After freshening up and grabbing another set of car keys she went to her car and climbed in while making a mental note to pick up what ever was left of her other car that she had, or should she say Vegeta had, left at the bar. Then she started the car and began making her way to the Sons' house as fast as she could possibly go.
TBC
Sorry for the shortness, I'll try to make them longer in the future, please review and tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions.
