Roooooar.
6th chapter eh?
argh i'm soooo tired ;: went to the gym and my body feeeeeels wrecked xD
well on with the show.
- thoughts -
"person talking"
Disclaimer : I don't own Dragon Ball (Z) (GT)... stop asking...
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Vegeta stood in silence as his gaze fell upon the open G.R door where Bulma had ran out of.
A dark atmosphere settled in the chamber that left the prince in confusion. Not knowing what possessed him to do such a thing, he felt betrayed by himself.
Letting out a low growl, he could still feel the heat that had settled upon his lips when he made contact with Bulma's. Vegeta's mind raced at a million miles a second, so he felt.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?!" The prince shouted with surpressed anger rising every second. Contrary to what he wanted to think, the kiss felt good, it was tender but had it's power yet Bulma had just ran out of the chamber like he just killed somebody. Vegeta didn't know wether to be angry with himself or hurt.
He had just revealed a softer side to him but most importantly to the prince, his vulnerability.
- This isn't possible, she's just a human, and I... I am a prince! Not a damn lover. - He breath was becoming unsteady.
- She ran away Vegeta. Did you see the look in her eyes? That is what happens when you let your heart guide you. Not returning your feelings! - The inner voice within the prince reminding him of how weak he let himself become at the expense of his pride.
Vegeta hadn't seen the woman this terrified...ever. His anger turning into hurt. It was true enough, she did not seem to return his feelings.
- Feelings?! What feelings?! I would never have feelings for that worthless woman. - Vegeta tried to reason with himself but he couldn't shake of that feeling of hurt. She had ran away when the prince had been most vulnerable, when he took off his mask to show who he was.
His anger rose anew.
- This is what I'm reduced to. Depending on a damned woman. This is preposterous. No royal member would ever succumb to such weakness! - he contemplated silently.
- Oh but Vegeta, your race is dead remember? Royalty has no place anymore. The prince of a dead race. - The little voice reminded Vegeta.
- No more! No more will I let that insufferable woman waste my time with her charades! - Vegeta clenched his fist with spite.
- Charades? Weren't you the one who kissed her first? - The voice puzzled the angered prince.
Vegeta scoffed and walked his way to the G.R controls.
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Bulma ran all the way to her room.
After closing her door she rested herself on it. A hand covered over her mouth, she was shocked.
Never in her life had she felt such a passionate kiss or for the matter anything as much as Vegeta had kissed her. It was surreal.
- What am I saying?! Vegeta passionate? The only thing that passionates him is being stronger then Goku... That lunkhead couldn't have anything else but that... could he? - It dawned on Bulma that Vegeta wouldn't allow himself to do something impulsively as kissing her.
- Could it be that he... - She started out but her mind quickly shut that thought off.
- Impossible, I would have noticed... He's been his usual prince of all monkey's... - Her thoughts trailed off but then reverted back to Yamcha. He had not been perfect, she knew that. But he had been in her life for so long that she couldn't simply break it off with him to try and get the coldest bastard on the planet to get with her.
- I cant... He killed so many people... - She halted at the thought that had crossed her mind. She was the one to forget about his past and accept him as who he was.
She plopped down the door and held her knees.
Vegeta had been acting his usual self, but she noticed a change of character through his eyes.
Bulma raised her head and let out a fatigued sigh. If there was one person she could not understand, it was Vegeta. Out of all the men on the planet, of all the men knew she could lure, Vegeta was a puzzle. The dark prince always wore his shield that would be invincible, to her eyes at least.
It was then that it had dawned upon the Aqua haired beauty... He made the first steps.
Bulma's eyes grew wider, he had made the first steps. The masked prince who would hardly leave his G.R, who was usually cold, had kissed her. It wasn't any random girl and Vegeta made it known that the women on the planet, heck, everybody on the planet were weak and pathetic.
She jolted up in realization the grave mistake she had just made. She had ran away from the Saiyan's arms. It would probably be the only moment where Vegeta would ever show his weak side, and she ran away.
- It's not like I would have ever expected him to do that... I'm sure he'll just rub it off as he doesn't remember it happening... - She told herself, not having to face him at the moment would be to Bulma's advantage.
Or so she thought.
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Bulma and Vegeta hadn't spoken for five days.
The prince would stay in his G.R training night and day, the only time he would come out was to grab a bite to eat which would be for only three minutes then he would go back to his training.
Bulma on the other hand worked on any project she could, went out with Yamcha when ever she could. Facing her boyfriend was harder each day knowing what she had done to him. Of course, Yamcha had cheated on her countless times but Bulma was never the type to be like that.
Vegeta went for Dr.Briefs to fix the machine when he over powered himself to break it in frustration.
Bulma had her head down close to a metal object she was tinkering with when her mother popped her head in.
The blond smile warmly to her daughter " Honey, it's been days you've been cooped up in here, why dont you take a break? Oh, you've missed Vegeta lately, his complexion has seemed to have gotten darker, truly a piece of work that man, oh if I wasn't married." She giggled.
The younger briefs lifted her head from her work and let out a tired sigh "Mom, let's not talk about Vegeta right now ok? I'm a bit busy right now." - That and the jerk hasn't even come to talk to me - Bulma thought bitterly.
"Oh my, look at me babbling like a school girl. Say, why dont we go shopping together for the party this weekend. I know a new place that just opened up." her mom giggled enthusiastically, which caught the attention of her daughter.
"W-what do you mean party?" Bulma looked at her mom with seriousness.
Bunny tiltled her head to the side and pointed her index finger to her chin "Well, people are coming over here silly, your father is going to be announcing his retirement, you know that." She slapped Bulma's arm gently.
It all came down on Bulma like a ton of bricks.
There was little time to prepare, she had been stuffing her face in chocolates and junk food to avoid Vegeta, she had probably created such a bad complextion for herself that she would be beyond repair. She slammed her hands on her desk, sending the onject she was working on flying.
"Mom! Let's go shopping!" Bulma said with power.
Mrs.Briefs clapped her hands and took her daughter by the hand and dragged her out of the house.
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Sleep hadn't occurred to the prince in three days. Only stopping to eat something which wasn't much.
He had been grouchier then ever but moreover, annoyed. When he closed his eyes a flash of Bulma would appear in his mind which made the prince sneer in disgust.
Vegeta resumed his training.
Left hook, backflip, transfered weight on left side to give a head kick in the air. Before he knew it, Vegeta slipped.
"DAMN IT!! He let out in frustration, getting up in a flash the prince put up the gravity at 650x the normal gravity which was highly unrecommended by Dr.Briefs. Resuming his training, Vegeta knew he was losing power more and more, his anger rising within him, in a flash of anger, the prince smash his fist through the commands of the G.R resulting in malfunction.
When the red lights had subsided, Vegeta went to the one person he wasn't in the mood to see yet he "needed" to see.
Marching his way through the C.C yard, it had been awhile since Vegeta took in the beautiful air, it didn't last long however when Vegeta reminded himself that training was way more crucial then taking a rest.
As he passed through the kitchen the one thing Vegeta remarked was that it was very silent, unusual but then again he didn't care much. Going through the halls in C.C were a maze which he got lost in at the beggining of his staying at C.C.
Reaching the downstairs, he walked his way passed the empty blank rooms that the briefs had never decorated or done something with.
Vegeta didn't waste anytime, immediately after kicking down the door the prince vented out in anger "Woman, your damn machine has broken itself, AGAIN!" He stopped midway when he saw Mr.Briefs blinking at him while sipping his 20th cup of coffee.
"Why hello there Vegeta, what is it you say about the machine?" he scratched his chin.
Frowning a bit more then his usual, Vegeta calmed his tone "The damn machine is broken, the commands seem to have gone haywire old man." his tone calm yet cold.
Mr.Briefs took that time to notice Vegeta's tone. "Bulma is not here right now, something about buying a dress and ending up costing me more money, I'm afraid." He let out a worried sigh.
Vegeta scoffed and turned his head to the side "I could careless about the woman, I need the G.R fix old man, and I need it done now." he folded his arms.
Sighing, Mr.Briefs shook his head "I'll be glad to help Vegeta, but if it's the command center of the G.R then it'll take at least two days to fix." He stood up and observed Vegeta. "You know Vegeta, I would strongly suggest you taking this time to rest, your body seems pale and your muscles dont seem to be as strong today." taking into notice Vegeta's well being.
Lowering his voice and whispering in the doctor's ear, Vegeta let out a growl "Still enough to kill you."
Mr.Briefs gave out a little laugh "There there Vegeta, you go get some rest while I fix your training center, it should be ready just in time for the C.C event party."
"What ever, just get it fixed." Vegeta turned around and marched his way to the only place he could seek solace when his G.R was down... The fridge.
When Vegeta was out of view and hearing distance, the doctor scratched the black kitten on his shoulder "Now when do you think he is going to do something about that daughter of mine kitty?" only receiving a meow from the cat, the man nodded in agreement. "The party would be a good idea."
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Two days passed in the C.C house.
Vegeta had mostly stayed in front of the t.v, waiting for the G.R to be fixed.
It had been a long two days for the prince, simply sitting and doing nothing angered him but he sure wasn't going to go ask Goku for a spar to pass time, it would just make the lower class idiot think he would want to spend time with him.
It was rather noisy that morning, every body seemed to be rushing. The only person he didn't see rushing was Bulma.
Getting up from the television, Vegeta walked around looking for one of the people he knew that lived there.
Seeing a butt sticking out of the fridge Vegeta took that opportunity to take in the sight before him. - Well, her mom isn't that badly endowed. - He told himself while crossing his arms.
"What is going on here?" The prince asked gruffly.
Being startled at the sudden voice, Bulma banged her head on the rack inside of the fridge. Turning around and facing the source of the voice.
Shock was visible on her face. Vegeta's eyes flashed in what seemed like hurt for a second but then turned back to those emotionless onyx eyes.
They both stood in awkward silence, neither having the will to speak up.
It was then that Bulma's father walked in the room humming a tune. "Ah, there you are Vegeta! You're G.R is fixed, everything should be fine. I updated the maximum level of gravitation you can use. Just, do be careful." He mumbled off but noticed the intense gazing on both Vegeta and Bulma.
The dark prince snapped out of his glare and turned his head "It's about time, standing here any bit longer and I would have thrown up." he walked passed Bulma coldly.
A small tug was felt at the young woman's heart.
"Now Bulma, honey, we must prepare for the evening." You have a big night ahead of you.
Bulma nodded absent minded while looking at the closed patio door which the prince had previously walked out of.
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Evening came fast in Bulma's world. Everything had been done up to the T that night. It ws time for her to enjoy herself, so her father said.
Wearing a Satin red dress that exposed the back and cupped Bulma's breasts just perfectly, the left side of her dress on the bottom was cut open a bit to see some leg, which was on purpose, Bulma Briefs would be a tease for any man, boyfriend or not. She enjoyed playing with the mind of the men oogling at her but for some reason her reason of showing off was towards the only person that would of seemed untouched by the beauty which she held.
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Having taken his rest for the past two days recharged the onyx eyed prince making is moves more fluent.
Sweat dripped from his sculpted body, the spandex shorts growing tighter and tighter around his waist. His muscles flexing with every pulsation of his body. His concentration was at a maximum, nothing seemed to be in his mind at the moment, simply completing combos.
He was feeling good.
But a rumbling in his stomach made itself known when the prince landed.
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Greeting people at the party was a thing Bulma absolutely hated, but that task came to an end when her mother came near her.
"Honey, could you tell that handsome Saiyan that he can change into an evening suit for the party, I'm sure he would enjoy some time off." Her blond mother started off.
Bulma felt shivers crawl down her spine, confronting Vegeta? Now?
It occurred to her that if Vegeta popped out of the G.R he would surely wreck the party.
Bulma hesitantly turned around to go outside and face the prince but was greeted by a brick wall slamming into her. She fell to the ground only to be brought back by the person she sought out.
"On your knees would be more like it woman." The cold voice pronounced.
Bulma put a hand on her butt and looked up to see the drenched in sweat warrior stand proudly before her. His arms were folded and he looked down at her.
"Watch where you are going you ape." She said through gritted teeth.
Vegeta appeared to be analyzing Bulma. She could see something different in his eyes. A blush crept its way to her face. Standing back up she realized that some people were starring at Vegeta.
"Either you stay in your G.R or you get dressed properly and stay with us." She warned Vegeta although she knew Vegeta wouldn't stay around people.
"I think I will get dressed then woman." he said while wearing an evil smirk. Turning around he made his way to his room and got changed.
- What am I thinking... Inviting him to this party. He's going to kill somebody by the end of the night. - Bulma thought out loud.
"Hhwey b-babe!" A drunken Yamcha slung his arm around Bulma. Shrugging him off harshly the heiress sighed in disgust "Would you look at yourself? Did you have to go and get drunk? You know how important tonight is. Damn it Yamcha." She growled.
Before she had the chance to seize him and drag him out a group of models swamped Bulma with questions about her hair, making the Aqua haired beauty blush.
Blond model "Oh, I absolutely love your hair, how do you make it look so natural?"
Bulma cocked an eye brow "Erm, it's naturally like this." She pointed out kindly.
A voice appeared from behind Bulma "Woman how does this look?" the voice was annoyed.
Turning around the four women's jaws dropped.
Vegeta wore a black turtle neck shirt and light faded jeans reflecting the muscles on his body well. A grin on his face, it was the reaction he was looking for. Quickly taking off his grin, Vegeta walked pass the group of women and went straight for the appetizers.
"Who is he?" The brunette asked with a seductive look on her face.
"That would be Vegeta, he has one hell of an attitude though. I suggest you stay away from him." Bulma warned. The brunette simply waved her off and headed straight for the prince.
- Yeah right, he's going to blow her off so fast she's probably going to have emotional scars after she's done talking to him. - Bulma snickered.
To her surprise Vegeta was acting elegantly, obviously being of Royal descendants he naturally had the hang of it but this was Vegeta, Prince of Saiyan's the race hell bent on fighting and destruction.
Feeling anger swell inside of her and a hint of jealousy Bulma went to grab a drink when she forgot to put on her gold necklace, something she would always wear during special events.
Leaving the room, Vegeta zoned out of what the brunette was saying to him when he noticed Bulma go upstairs.
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Bulma took her necklace from the jewelry box she had and was about to put it on went she felt familiar hands wrap firmly around her mouth. The smell of alcohol already making it's way into her nose, it could only be one person. She instantly became nervous.
Yamcha.
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There we go!
Sry for the long update and I apologize if this seems like a mediocre chapter :p I'm trying to spice it up :P Just haven't had massive time to always update and such but I promise to make it better in the future :P
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