Broken World

Chapter 9: As One

Why am I here? I don't belong in this club; I don't belong on this planet. Every fiber of my body is screaming at me, telling me that this is wrong. These people… don't know what heritage is, what culture is. They have no respect for anything, not even themselves at times. Then there is her… I have been keeping my distance, I should not associate myself with anyone and I don't… except her. She has become a friend, even though we hardly talk. It's strange, her and me. The first time I saw her, at the park, I was enchanted. You can see she is different; some people are just blinded by their own selfishness not to notice her and how different she is from the rest of us. Her beauty alone, speaks for itself. I saved her, from a fate maybe even worse than death and I didn't even know her, I still don't know her and tonight I am here with her, but not…


Bulma was lead to the middle of the dance floor by this energetic guy. He seemed like a regular because as they walked past people he shouted his hello's and every once in a while gave some of the people, especially girls, hugs. He was already dancing to the beat while he lead her. Once they reached the middle he twirled her around then started moving to the thump of the music while casually holding her and she soon followed his rhythm. Once the song was over, he twirled her away from him then caught her again.

"You are a great dancer." He flashed her an amazing smile and she smiled back.

"Why thank you, I can say exactly the same for you." He was still holding her, but she was comfortable, he didn't seem threatening at all and he certainly did not make her feel uneasy.

"We must definitely do this again sometime, but right now, someone needs my assistance." He looked to the right and she followed his gaze. A beautiful girl with long bronze hair was standing there, an almost devilish smirk on her face, looking straight at the man in front of her. It seemed as if they knew each other.

"Thanks for the dance."

"No problem, I enjoyed it as much as you did." He grinned at her and then was off and dancing with the bronze haired girl, the next song had already begun.

She was about to walk away from the middle of the dance floor when someone caught her arm. Turning, she was surprised to see Vegeta standing there. The lights were dancing over his form, enhancing his every feature; she noticed he was already getting stares from surrounding girls.

"Care to dance?" He looked her right in the eye and with his hand gripping her arm, he slowly brought her towards him, when she was close enough, he slid the hand from her arm, down to her waist. His other hand went to her middle back.

Bulma was absolutely speechless. She just reacted to her feelings and his touch. She buried one hand in his hair at the back and then gripped his shoulder, sliding it down past his elbow.

From then on, there was no one else there except them. They moved to the beat as one. The rhythm pulsed from him to her and her to him. They were close, so close as she could feel his breath on her neck. They were moving, faster, as the beat picked up. She was grinding him as his hands touched and skimmed over her body.

In that moment, Vegeta wanted to bite her neck, but as that thought crept into his mind. He pulled away from her, the music stopped in that second.

"We need to go." He walked away from her, trusting that she would follow him. She did, very flushed and confused.

The drive home was silent. She looked at Vegeta occasionally, but in those times his face was stone cold. There was no emotion showing. Her on the other hand… thoughts were reeling through her head. What they had just done had been so… hot and passionate. It had seemed like he had surrounded her and the feelings his touches had evoked had run through her body like liquid fire.

Once they arrived back at the apartment it seemed as if he was going to go back to his routine.

"Vegeta, wait!" He stopped in his tracks and stared at her, it seemed he was impatient and wanted her to just leave him alone. She had no idea why she had stopped him, but thought fast.

"Since you wanted to go to the club, it's now my chance to pick."

"Woman, I don't have time for this."

"Vegeta, what happened to you? A few hours ago you wanted to hang out and do something tonight, and now after one dance we're home and you're most probably going off to train."

He looked at her, she could see something was bothering him by the way his jaw showed that he was grinding his teeth. He seemed to collect himself.

"Fine, what do you want to do?"