Bend. I Will Not Break. Chapter 6 - End of Hate, Beginning of Tension

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragon Ball/Z/GT. All characters belong to Akira Toriyama.

WARNINGS: May contain swearing, gore/mutilation, sex and references to sex. This should not be read by anyone sensitive.

-thought-
"verbal speech"
(mental speech)

- Planet Idznak-

Vegeta was at the console of the ship retrieving a message that had been sent with their new mission destination and details. –Great,another babysitting job.- he thought to himself, before closing the screen and going in search of the bitch. He exited the ship and located the woman's ki. She was sitting on a large rock overlooking a fire a hundred meters from the ship.

He flew over, and landed beside her. "We'll be leaving tomorrow. We've got a mission on a planet called Chikyuu. Have you heard of it?" She shook her head in a silent negative. "It seems we will be there to gather intel and observe," he continued.

"Observe? Is that all you do? I was briefly under the impression that you were a warrior," Bulma chided, trying to get a rise out of him. As always, it worked.

"Well, if we actually had anything worthy of my skills and talents, I would oblige. But as it stands, there's nothing here worthy, so I'll let my underling take care of it," he sneered at her, knowing she was about to blow in three-two-one.

As if on cue, she blew. "Underling? I don't work for you. If anyone is the underling, it's you,seeing as Frieza didn't find you competent enough to participate." She smiled in smug victory.

"Watch your tongue, bitch, before I snatch it from your skull!" he bellowed. His tail had released itself from his waist, with the hairs raised in agitation. He quickly calmed himself,realizing that it was just her, and she just wanted to bait him into a fight. They had grown to tolerate each other in the past few weeks. Both knew that his threats were empty, but he wasn't about to let her get away with her snide comments. His pride wouldn't allow it. "We both know that you don't need your tongue in this line of work. Besides, I'd be doing the universe a favor by sparing it your endless prattle," he smirked, knowing that this was not the end, and she would not give up the last word.

However, this time he was wrong. She just stuck her tongue out to mock him. She mocked him, and it seemed she dared him with the small appendage to make good on his threat. She retracted her tongue into her mouth, and continued to stare at the fire in awkward silence. Vegeta noticed that she was unusually quiet, and had been since the purge was complete. He figured it was her way of unwinding. He left her to her thoughts, and went hunting.

Bulma looked down at herself. She had yet to clean herself of the blood and grime left on her skin upon completing today's final massacre. She took in a final breath of the salt and rusted-iron scent of blood mixed with the cold night air, then took to the sky towards the ship to get clean.

Vegeta had found some sport in one of the close by jungles of this Kami-forsaken, weak planet. He sat in a tree of the dense canopy searching for signs of life. He licked his lips in anticipation. –Finally, something to stir my blood- he thought. He had been so tied up with his duties of supervising the woman that he'd had little or no chance to exercise his warrior instincts. :Rustle: He heard it. There was movement below, and low, grunting noises coming from a yet to be describable creature. He saw it. It was some kind of six-legged pig creature.

–This will do- he thought. The beast was big enough to satisfy his enormous saiyan appetite. –Will the female require food? Wha- Not again. There's food on the ship. The bitch can fend for herself.- Lately, he would find his thoughts drifting back to her, other than just compiling a list of snide remarks, putdowns and comebacks. He did not care about her. Beyond making sure she got her mission completed alive or feel Frieza's wrath, she was not his concern.

He shook his head of all thoughts of the onna, and focused on feeding his hunger and his need for sport. He readied his body to spring. He coiled himself like some grand cat. Then, he pounced, toppling his prey to the ground. The beast let out a string of shrill screams. Then there was silence, that was followed a liquid crunch.

Bulma made it to her quarters to strip her bloodied bodysuit. She grabbed a towel from her drawer, as well as fresh clothes, then left her room for the bathing chamber. –Might as well shower while his-royal-hind-ass is out monkeying around, or whatever he does at all hours of the night,- she thought, as she let the shower send its cleansing water over her body. She basked in the warm comfort, as red trails ran towards her feet. She stood under the pelting stream until the water that circled the drain faded from a translucent scarlet to clear. She then began to lather, and foamy suds replaced the miniature bloody rivers that outlined her figure.

Vegeta was still drunk from the hunt when he entered the ship with a shower in mind. He opened the door to the bathing chamber to find the paramour of his self-denied thoughts. He froze, mesmerized, as he gazed at her vaguely steam-veiled body as she rubbed down with soap. Bulma didn't notice the intrusion, due to being lost in her own comfort. Vegeta shook himself out of his daze lest he get caught and quickly left for his own chambers, cursing obscenities to himself the whole way.

Bulma found herself thinking about him. She imagined how he would look once he shed his clothing. -How would he feel against my skin?- She cupped one breast, and slowly squeezed her nipple in between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand slowly moved across her navel, and to the top of her pale blue curls. She slowly stroked one of her most sensitive places, and gradually increased her rhythm. She pictured his engorged tip briskly stroking her,begging for entry. She took him by the baseand gently pulled forward, allowing him access. His shaft pushed her inner walls apart as he thrust into her. He gathered into a fast-paced rhythm, send bolts of pleasure throughout her body.

Her muscles tensed in her stomach, as her inner muscles spasmed around her digits as she quickly lost her ability to stand. She bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan, for surely he would hear. Her breathing was ragged and shallow. She picked herself up, rinsed off, and retrieved her towel from a nearby hook. She exited the shower, and the water turned off automatically. She pressed the cleansing setting for the shower, hoping it would remove any traces of her remaining scent. He would surely use this against her upon their next encounter. –Damn, I've been alone with him way too long. Why think about him that way? He's an asshole. Correction, "The Prince of Assholes"!- Bulma huffed a sigh, dressed, and then left for her quarters to unloadthose thoughts from her mind.

The next morning, Bulma and Vegeta met on the bridge for takeoff. They left behind Idznak, and continued onto the planet Chikyuu. They would arrive at their destination in a little under a month.

Vegeta had taken a shower later that night, after he was sure the coast was clear and the woman was nowhere in sight. He'd smelled it,a scent that should not have been there, and the woman had made a failed attempt to cover it up. His sense of smell was too developed for chemicals to drown out such a potent smell. –Damn it. The onna's in heat. FUCK! Fuck you, Frieza! I know that bastard had a hand in this. This was one of the reasons that, until recently, there were no female soldiers in Frieza's ranks.-

Another thing being he had heard Frieza manipulated her DNA to try to make her into a more powerful soldier by heightening her strengths and senses. What he didn't count on was awaking the human's dormant instincts and animalistic traits. –Yep,make her a little bit stronger, give her a tail, and call her saiyan. Kuso,she's NOT a saiyan. She's a bitchy, worthless pain in the ass!- he mentally scolded himself. He glanced briefly at his companion on the bridge. -I'll be glad when this shit is over. What I wouldn't give for a space pod right now.-

Idznak – from the PlayStation Game "SkullMonkeys"