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Crystal Throne, I tried to get it posted quicker this time.

This chapter contains: Adult Language, Adult Content, Mild Violence.


Piccolo gradually decreased his speed as he came closer to Central City. "We're almost there," He informed the blue-haired passenger he was carrying.

Holding her so close, he could feel her body tense against his upon hearing the news.

Bulma simply nodded her head, her face rubbing against his chest as she did.

Piccolo's eyes quickly jetted down to Bulma, her face hidden by her flying blue hair, before jetting back up again.

He tried not to let the movement and the fact that her body tensed bother him.

It shouldn't bother him.

There was no reason for it to bother him, right?

True or not, what was true was that he couldn't let it bother him.

Because if it did, Piccolo's ki was likely to rise slightly. And even a slight increase would be more than enough for Vegeta to sense him coming.

Moreover, Vegeta would find it very odd if he felt Piccolo coming to Central City.

In fact, he knew Vegeta well enough to know that not only would Vegeta find it odd, he'd know that something was very wrong. That something was very wrong for him.

Then, Vegeta, of course, would drop whatever or whoever he's doing and bolt.

So, for the last three hours, Piccolo had been flying at the fastest pace he could manage while keeping his ki lowered.

Soon though, a thought occurred to Piccolo. If I fly into Central City, unless he's preoccupied, Vegeta could still sense me, even with my energy lowered.

"Hmm," Piccolo hummed and came to a stop.

Bulma's feet dangled beneath her as Piccolo rotated their bodies upward and she looked up at him. "Why are you stopping? Piccolo!" Bulma softly exclaimed, surprised as they descended into the suburb below them.

Piccolo's cape undulated from the rush of air and Bulma was surprised his turban didn't fly off.

He landed on the roof of a building, his hold on Bulma's waist tightening to keep her from slipping out of his grasp.

Her eyes bouncing off the street lights as she looked around, Bulma asked, "Why'd you stop here? This is Ginger Town." "Even though I lowered my energy, Vegeta could still sense me coming if I fly into Central City," He said, scanning the rooftops of various buildings.

Bulma tried to follow his line of sight; but, her eyes instead dropped to the sidewalk where two young boys, wide-eyed and mouths agape, stared up at her and Piccolo.

"Ah-ha-ha-ha," She laughed sheepishly and tentatively waved at the boys.

Yelling suddenly, they ran into a house, one of them shouting, "MOM, MOM," when Piccolo glanced in their direction.

Piccolo rolled his eyes and Bulma felt a rumble in his chest as he growled lightly.

She patted him on the chest before placing her hand back on top of the other on Piccolo's shoulder and he looked at her. "We'd better get going before their mother comes out here. Now, please, tell me we aren't walking the rest of the way."

If Piccolo couldn't fly into Central City without tipping Vegeta off, then it sounded like they were hoofing it.

And Bulma was positive she was going to have to walk on her own two feet rather than Piccolo continuing to carry her.

Piccolo looked down at her with an amused expression. "Not yet. Hang on tight."

Bulma gasped as Piccolo jumped into the air before she even had enough time to register his words.

"Unh!" She exclaimed as Piccolo landed on another rooftop.

His foot hadn't even touched down all the way before he jumped again and landed on another rooftop.

He continued this pattern at a speedy pace and Bulma realized he was jumping towards Central City.

She smiled, grateful they wouldn't be hoofing it, after all.

But the smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared.

The smile faded away as Bulma realized they weren't too far from Central City.

The smile faded away as Bulma remembered why they were going to Central City.

Ten or fifteen minutes of sailing along rooftops later, Piccolo stopped.

They were finally in Central City.

They both looked down at the rush of people before Piccolo jumped down into an alley, and they walked into the crowd.

Being Friday and close to midnight, Bulma wasn't too surprised that there were a lot of people out tonight.

However, she was surprised by the group of people themselves.

Half of them were teenagers and the other half were college students.

Bulma was also surprised that they were surrounded by nightclubs.

And even though all of the nightclubs that she saw were filled, there were still hundreds of people on the streets.

It was like the party was on the streets.

The night sky lit up with all the glowing people.

Everyone had glow sticks and glow stick necklaces just about.

It was like they were walking through a never-ending neon rainbow.

What THE HELL is Vegeta doing in this part of the city?! Bulma thought. She looked up at Piccolo. "Are you sure he's in this part of town? I mean, I don't think Vegeta would go to a club. Or a party. Or around this many people," She said in a normal tone, despite the loud music from the nightclubs drowning out her words.

But Piccolo's Namekian ears heard every word as if she were speaking directly into them.

Piccolo nodded. "Around this building, he's a couple of blocks down." He made sure to raise his voice so she could hear him.

Making their way through the sea of partiers, Bulma grabbed a hold of Piccolo's gi as the crowd got thicker.

He looked down at her hand, a surprised look marking his features from the unexpected contact.

Her other hand soon gripped his gi as well.

He looked at her, her attention focused on the crowd, scanning the people moving past them.

He started to move his left hand to her back, but it faltered midway.

His eyes jetted around nervously before they focused on her again; and his hand, still wavering behind her back, slowly clenched into a fist, dropping back to his side as he decided against it.

Sighing, he looked forward again. "WHOA, DUDE, WHAT'S UP?!"

Piccolo and Bulma both shouted and stopped in their tracks as one of the partiers jumped in front of them, his arms outstretched like he wanted a hug.

He looked like he was a twenty-something and his breath reeked of alcohol so bad, it made Bulma want to gag.

He came closer to them, a drunken stagger to match his drunken grin as he pointed at Piccolo. "HEY, AREN'T YOU- AREN'T YOU THAT GUY- THE ONE THAT TOOK KING FURRY HOSTAGE AND- AND THEN BLEW UP CENTRAL CITY?!" He shouted as he gestured his arms in a big circle, Bulma moving her head back to avoid being whacked.

Piccolo went from stunned to stammering to baring his fangs as he growled.

He raised his arms as if taking a fighting stance and clenched his fists, his muscles bulging as he fumed. "THAT WAS NOT ME, YOU MORON!" Piccolo bellowed. How dare this IDIOT mistake me for HIM! Piccolo mentally yelled, infuriated at being confused with his father.

Bulma nervously watched the exchange and tugged at Piccolo's gi. "Piccolo, calm down. He's just drunk... And stupid," She soothed, her tone dropping for emphasis on the last part as she looked at the simpleton, who was still smiling at Piccolo like he had a death wish.

Still grinning, he came closer and actually pulled at Piccolo's gi and cape. "HEY- HEY, WHEN'D YOU GET THIS NEW GETUP, HUH?! LEMME- LEMME SAY, I LIKE IT, OKAY, THIS ONE'S COOL! THE OTHER ONE WAS KINDA DORKY, THOUGH, BRO!"

Piccolo growled fiercely and snatched the guy up by his hands. "GET AWAY FROM ME or you'll regret it," Piccolo warned, his tone dropping dangerously low at the end.

"YOW, HEEEY! DUDE, MELLOW OUT! I WAS JUST ADMIRING THE DUDS, IS ALL!" He whined, still shouting, which was irritating Piccolo's ears. "HEY- HEY, WAIT! BEFORE YOU PUT ME DOWN, CAN I TRY ON YOUR HAT?!"

Piccolo's eyes hooded. That was the final straw. "Do you regret it?" He asked the fool in his hands.

The guy's face twisted in confusion. "HUH?! REGRET WHAT- WAAAH-AAH-AAH-AAAAH!" He screamed as Piccolo flung him over the crowd, some of the people actually reaching up at him, probably thinking it was a party gimmick.

He flew through the air for almost half a minute before being caught safely by the throng of people.

Having made sure the guy wasn't flung to his death, Bulma turned around and looked up at Piccolo. "Well, Piccolo, I have to admit, I'm impressed you didn't lose your cool. Not totally, anyway."

She gasped when he suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her with him out of the crowd.

Firm grip on her hand, he brought her with him as he hopped a ten foot gate.

He released her hand when they landed on a manicured lawn.

Bulma looked up the white cylindrical building they now stood before.

The top of the building was sphere-shaped.

She realized it was a high-rise apartment complex. Oh, no... Oh, no, no, no, no! She repeated in her mind.

Her heart started thumping.

"This way," Piccolo said and motioned for her to follow him.

They walked to the side of the building, Bulma looking in windows as they did.

She saw one woman in colorful workout clothes jazzercising.

She saw four teenage girls ogling a magazine with a gorgeous blond hunk rolling around on the floor, squealing about how dreamy he was.

And she saw a middle-aged couple reading in bed, both wearing glasses, both looking bored with the books, each other, and their lives.

Piccolo stopped and turned facing Bulma. He slid his arm around her back and held on to her waist.

He leapt into the tree that was close to the building and sat them on a branch with a lot of brush that would shield them from view.

He nodded his head toward the building and she looked where he was motioning to, her eyes widening partially.

Peering into one of the third story windows, she saw him. There was Vegeta.

He was in a very nicely decorated living room.

He was on the floor, doing pushups, one arm behind his back.

Bulma watched him literally do over a hundred pushups before she lost count.

After a couple more minutes, he rolled onto his back and started doing crunches.

Bulma's brows furrowed in confusion. She didn't see anyone else around.

Why was Vegeta even there? And exercising, of all things.

Vegeta suddenly stopped in the sitting position, resting his arms over his knees, and turned his head to the right.

Bulma's frown deepened before fading away altogether once she saw what caught Vegeta's attention.

An anthropomorphic cat-like woman came walking into the room and started speaking to Vegeta.

A sinking feeling made its way into Bulma's stomach as she gave the woman a once-over.

She had fine-looking bright orange fur with yellow stripes here and there that covered every noticeable part of her body that wasn't covered by clothing except her palms and face.

She had the feet, tail, nose, ears, and golden eyes, pupils shaped like slits, just like a cat.

Her whiskers twitched as she spoke and Bulma saw a brief flash of her tiny fangs as the woman laughed.

She had not-too-sharp claws that were painted red.

Her bright orange ears moved back and forth atop her toxic green long pixie-cut hair.

Her face had an orange/peach skin tone, which blended well with her fur.

She wore a really short red sleeveless body-hugging dress that resembled a cheongsam, showing off her slender, slinky figure.

She wasn't wearing shoes. Since her feet were just like a cat's, they more than likely wouldn't fit in shoes.

She was beautiful; absolutely beautiful.

And as Bulma noticed just how beautiful the woman was, it made her stomach sink more and more.

The woman went into the dining room, which was taken up by a mini bar instead of having a dining table, and pulled out three wine glasses, filling two of them to the brim with expensive-looking wine.

With the living room and dining room being open spaced, she kept her eyes on Vegeta, her lips still moving as they continued their conversation.

Bulma shifted a little in Piccolo's hold. "I wonder what they're talking about?" She whispered, more to herself than to Piccolo.

Piccolo looked at her out of the corner of his eye before looking back at the scene playing out in front of them.

He was glad Bulma was unaware of his super-hearing ability.

If she'd known about it, she'd want to know every word that was being said between Vegeta and the woman.

But he wouldn't tell her. He didn't want to tell her.

He wouldn't be the one to break Bulma's heart.

Vegeta would. It was his actions that were breaking Bulma's heart. It was only right that Vegeta made the big reveal himself.

But Piccolo just hated what Bulma was about to see.

Looking at a clock on the living room wall, the woman grabbed one of the wine glasses and brought it to Vegeta.

His tail swaying lazily, he took the offered alcoholic beverage.

The woman headed to the front door, then whirled around and raised her eyebrows like Vegeta had said something she didn't catch.

Smiling, she nodded her head peppily and left the apartment.

Vegeta drank half the contents in the glass and set it on the floor beside him. He outstretched his right leg and laid back on the floor, his hands laced under his head.

Okay, what THE FUCK is going on? Bulma thought, shifting again. She was becoming very uneasy.

Sure, she hadn't caught him really doing anything, yet.

But what was he even doing there? How did he even know that woman? Why would he be around her... if he wasn't sleeping with her?

Bulma, for the moment, humored the idea that he wasn't sleeping with her. She was hoping he wasn't sleeping with her.

After all, she only saw them speaking. And the woman had even left the apartment.

Although, Bulma really wished she could've been a fly on the wall; so she could hear exactly what they were talking about.

She even wished she could be a frog again like she briefly was on Namek. She could've easily posed as a toad figurine and listened to every word.

Slowly shaking her head, she whispered aloud, "I don't like this," in a shaky voice.

Again, she said it to herself rather than to Piccolo.

So, Piccolo didn't look at her. He could already hear the distress in her whisper. He didn't want to see it in her face, too.

Then, Bulma stopped shaking her head.

Her eyes slowly widened, tears accumulating in them.

Piccolo stiffened, knowing the tears were there without even having to look; smelling them as he too watched the door to the apartment open.

The woman came back. And she brought a friend.

The woman she brought with her was clearly a vampire.

She was smiling and her abnormally overgrown, sharp fangs flashed menacingly.

Her skin was deathly pale like all undead blood-suckers; and, her irises were blood red.

Her hair was multi-colored, her bangs yellow and the rest of it was pink. It was long, flowing down her back and stopping at her hips.

Her long nails were painted yellow and she wore a short pink form-fitting spaghetti strap dress that accented her slender, hour-glass shape with yellow platform pumps.

Obviously, the vampire liked to color-coordinate.

Bulma's heart beat wildly as she watched Vegeta raise up, grab his drink, and walk over to the women, whom had their arms around each other's waist.

They were both shorter than him, which meant both of them were shorter than Bulma, seeing as how Vegeta is only one inch taller than Bulma.

Vegeta stopped in front of them, sipping his wine as he spoke.

The feline pulled away, sliding her hand across the vampire's backside, and walked over to the mini bar.

The vampire played with her hair and laughed as she and Vegeta continued talking.

The feline filled the third glass with wine and took a sip of the one she'd fixed for herself before she'd left.

She walked back over to them and handed the glass to the vampire, who tilted her head back and downed it all in one go.

She ran her tongue across her teeth when she was done and smiled.

And Piccolo really hated what Bulma was about to see.

The vampire tossed the glass behind her, shattering it against the front door, and kissed Vegeta, her arms wrapping around his neck and her knee rubbing up against his crotch.

Bulma would've fallen out of the tree if Piccolo weren't holding her.

Her breathing sped up, a few tears rolling down her pale cheeks. "No," She unintentionally said aloud.

Using one hand, Vegeta pushed (not hard) the vampire off him.

She landed on the couch with a surprised look, which was quickly replaced with a pout as she crossed her arms and legs.

Bulma blinked twice, confused. He pushed her away? What? Did he... Did he not like it?

She desperately hoped that was the case. She desperately clung to that hope. Please, Vegeta... Please... Don't do this to me...

As she watched Vegeta finish what was left of his wine, hand the glass to the feline, and walk over to the vampire, the last little shred of hope she had was torn and ripped away.

It was ruined. It was destroyed. It was broken... by Vegeta. Vegeta broke it, broke her hope for him, for their future together, for their family.

He didn't just break her hope. He broke her trust. And... He broke her heart.

Vegeta broke her heart. Vegeta broke her heart because she knew why he was walking over to the vampire.

She knew now that, no, Vegeta didn't like it when the vampire kissed him.

He didn't like it because he likes to make the first move.

Bulma already knew what he was going to do as he stopped in front of the vampire.

Vegeta reached down, grabbing her waist, and picked her up.

The vampire's smile barely had time to form before Vegeta kissed her roughly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as Vegeta's tongue forced its way into her mouth.

The feline watched the two, her tail swaying slyly as she placed the wine glasses on the bar and walked over to them.

Vegeta and the vampire separated their mouths and were now licking each other's tongues.

The feline walked behind Vegeta, placing kisses over the back of his neck as she tugged his white muscle shirt up.

Vegeta reached his left arm around and grabbed a handful of the feline's toxic green hair.

He stopped tonguing the vampire and turned his head, pulling the feline into a wet kiss.

The vampire slid off Vegeta and pulled her tight dress over her head.

She wasn't wearing any underwear, and her c-cup breasts bounced as she tossed the dress to the floor.

She sunk to her knees, rubbing her face and hands against Vegeta's bulging erection before undoing his black jeans.

The feline and Vegeta broke their kiss momentarily, so she could finally slide his shirt up and off, then hungrily reattached their lips, kissing vigorously as her hands caressed his toned abdomen.

Vegeta's jeans hit the floor and the vampire rubbed her hands up his thighs to his pelvic bone, a smile on her face as she eyed his twitching hard-on.

"Do you want to leave?" Piccolo suddenly asked, feeling like it was becoming too much for Bulma to handle.

She was trembling uncontrollably in his hold. Her mouth was open, forming an O, as streams of tears poured down her face.

Somehow, she heard Piccolo through her stunned disbelief and managed a reply. "N-no-no. I- I wanna see exactly wha-what he does behind my back," She answered, sniffling hard with every word.

Piccolo reluctantly nodded, a little disconcerted that she wanted to stay, and the two continued to watch.

As Vegeta and the feline continued feasting on each other's mouths, the vampire glided her hand along his shaft and circled her thumb around the head, massaging it.

She then began to lap at Vegeta's urethra.

Vegeta's fists clenched and his tail thrashed between the feline's legs, but he didn't pull his mouth from hers.

She twirled her tongue around the head for a few seconds before placing her lips around the head, suckling on it.

Vegeta couldn't take the teasing any longer.

Pulling away from the feline, he looked down at the vampire, grabbed her pink hair in one hand and her cheek in the other, and pulled her into him until his entire length was seated in her mouth, the head touching the back of her throat.

He pulled her head back when she started to gag, then pulled her into him again, quicker this time.

Pulling her quicker and quicker, back and forth on his member, he became fascinated with the vibrations he felt from her moans.

Still working the vampire's mouth on his member, Vegeta's fascination was attracted elsewhere when he saw the feline step behind the kneeling vampire.

He looked up to see her removing her dress and ripping off her black panties.

From a couple of inches above her b-cup breasts to a couple of inches below her navel, her body was free of fur.

More of the same, flawless orange/peach skin was now presented to Vegeta.

He released the vampire and squeezed the feline's breasts, taking one into his mouth before moving to the other.

The choking vampire pulled her mouth off Vegeta's erection and gasped for air, her breasts bouncing as she coughed a little.

Regaining her composure, she stood up and kissed the feline.

Vegeta glanced up from the feline's breasts and grinned as he watched them kiss, his tail thrashing excitedly.

The women looked surprised when they were parted as Vegeta lifted the feline and walked towards the couch.

He spun her around in his arms and positioned her with her knees on the floor and her arms and face on the couch.

Vegeta dropped to his knees and the feline's back arched as she gripped the cushions, a pained expression marking her features as Vegeta thrust into her.

Gripping her lashing tail in one hand and her hip in the other, he pulled his hips back and started slamming into her, using her tail to yank her back into his unrelenting thrusts.

She clawed the couch, ripping some of the stuffing out as Vegeta took her.

Piccolo watched with a strained look on his face. It looked so volatile. He wondered how the anthropomorphic creature could possibly enjoy that.

Piccolo's face contorted even more when he suddenly heard sobs next to him.

Bulma's shudders were becoming intractable and he had to keep tightening his hold on her.

But she insisted on staying.

So, Piccolo returned his attention to the lascivious view before them.

The unattended vampire crawled towards them and petted the feline's back as she kneeled next to Vegeta.

He captured her lips in a demanding kiss, his hips never missing a beat as he worked his flesh in and out of the feline.

She snatched her mouth away, trailing kisses down his neck, then bit down hard.

Vegeta's head snapped back and he pumped harder into the feline, who clawed more stuffing out of the couch.

The vampire's throat visibly moved as she drank Vegeta's blood. She stopped after only taking a little, not wanting him to lose any energy.

Vegeta licked her lips, tasting his own blood, and the vampire's head fell back as Vegeta's tail made its way between her legs and thrust into her.

An ecstatic look on her face, she wrapped her arms around Vegeta's shoulders as the furry appendage moved within her.

The look of ecstasy soon changed to a familiar pout when Vegeta's tail retracted.

He withdrew from the feline and pulled the vampire's head down to his member, his head falling back as he emptied his seed into her mouth.

She graciously swallowed every drop before raising up, again petting the panting feline and stroking her limp tail.

The vampire smiled when Vegeta's tail wrapped around her waist, lifting her as he stood up.

Hooking his arms under her legs, Vegeta gripped her hips and with the aid of his tail, brought her down, sheathing his member in one swift movement.

Her head snapped back and she scratched at Vegeta's shoulders as he bounced her up and down on his flesh with brute force.

The feline crawled on the ruined couch, stretching out on her stomach, and watched Vegeta ruthlessly take the vampire.

"Get me outta here," Bulma suddenly whispered hoarsely.

Piccolo turned towards her. "Unh!" He uttered, taken aback when she grabbed him, her hands intensely gripping his gi and her face buried in his neck.

"Get me outta here! Please," She cried.

Piccolo briefly hesitated, then wrapped an arm around her back and jumped out of the tree.

He hopped on the gate and jumped on a nearby rooftop, then another and another.

Sailing along the rooftops back towards Ginger Town, Piccolo felt unnerved.

He could feel her tears running down his neck, soaking the neck of his cape. Her body racked with sobs in his grasp and her breath was coming out shakily against his neck.

It was becoming too unfamiliar for the Namekian, so he stopped on the roof of an empty office building.

"Bulma." It felt so strange rolling off his tongue.

He realized in that instant that he'd never really said her name before.

In fact, it made him wonder if he'd ever said it before.

He tried to let her stand on her own, but had to quickly catch her as her legs buckled.

Piccolo held her in his arms, her feet dangling as her body shook, her cries turning into wails.

Piccolo anxiously and nervously looked in every direction, unsure of what to do, how to comfort her, if he should even try to comfort her.

He looked down at the passing cars, the sound of the traffic being drowned out by Bulma's heart-wrenching wails.

He stammered when Bulma wrapped her arms around his back, her nails practically digging into his skin through his gi. "Piccolo, please just- please don't move, just- please-please," She begged through sobs.

Piccolo slowly knelt down, still holding her. "Please- don't let me go!"

He looked down at her, only seeing her hair as her face remained buried in his neck, and he felt a pang of anger. Anger at seeing her so hurt. So broken.

Anger at Vegeta for reducing her to this unrecognizable, heartbroken, sobbing woman.

This was not the confident spitfire he was accustomed to.

He would never have guessed that this side of Bulma existed, let alone could actually be brought out. And by the likes of Vegeta, no less.

Vegeta, you fucking bastard. Piccolo thought angrily, looking away.

He stared into the night sky, trying to keep his anger under control.

Then, his face softened.

He looked back down at Bulma, her shoulders rising and falling as she cried, and his charcoal eyes widened with a new understanding.

A new understanding for his anger at Vegeta.

For why it bothered him seeing her like this.

For why it bothered him when he heard her cry four days ago.

For why he agreed to stay that night.

He stared at her intently, her sobs becoming quieter, her body only quivering instead of shaking uncontrollably anymore.

She was falling asleep.

He watched as she cried herself to sleep in his arms and admitted his new understanding to himself. I- I have feelings for her...


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