DON'T TELL GOKU, VEGETA'S DEAD!
CHAPTER 10 – Sobering Reality.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Bulma squinted her eyes at the invading sunlight and jumped up suddenly remembering what transpired hours ago. She jerked her head left and right searching for the saiyan prince and not seeing him. She rose cautiously from her bed and moved for her closet. The face that greeted her was frightening to say the least. She jumped back in surprise until she realized it was her own reflection in the mirror in the far back of her closet. She flicked on the light and shuffled through her clothes. When she found a pleasing enough outfit she moved over to her bed and laid the outfit on her bed and then moved her hands to the bottom of her shirt to pull it over her head.
Before her shirt reached the underside of her breasts Vegeta made himself know. "If you want to finish that with me in here, by all means continue." He voice was low and husky as his onyx orbs blazed at her.
Bulma swallowed audibly as she released the shirt to fall into place. Vegeta sat in the corner of her room in an arm chair smirking at her as if he knew what her reaction would be. She wanted to turn and run for her life, but in fact the action would be ludicrous for there was no way in any universe where she would be able to out run the saiyan in her room. –So it wasn't a dream… or should I say nightmare.-
He held his place and part of him damned himself for halting the show. He half expected for her to run from the room screeching he pathetic human lungs out. She stood there in front of her bed staring back at him as if gauging his next move. She looked him over as she remembered his words from last night. –He doesn't look dead.- Then she noticed the very prominent halo above his head.
She couldn't resist and she sniffed at the idea of Vegeta being an angel. The idea was laughable. "Looks like they must have made a mistake." She gestured with a tilt of her head and her eyes to his halo.
"Perhaps not and this is your punishment for killing me." He quickly returned as he rose from his perch and walked over to the woman as he assumed she wasn't afraid of him.
"If that's the case. Can I send you back and ask for Hell itself instead. I never pegged you for the 'guardian angel' type anyway."
"Nice try woman, but you'll have to take that up with Kame." Vegeta chuckled and then explained to her his purpose her and what was expected of her.
Bulma had sat down on the end of her bed by the end of his explanation. "Well eff me!"
"I don't know if I can, but I'd be willing to find out." He reached for her shoulders with his hands in a suggestive way.
She slapped his hands away and glared her deep cerulean eyes at him for daring to try. "No thank you! What was Kame's logic there? If I wanted you dead… and succeeded in your death, why would I want to wish you back? It's a lost cause. You would think that the all knowing guardian of Earth would know this."
"Maybe he thinks that the guilt that you feel for ending my life is unbearable and you want to make amends by wishing me back to life." He prodded smiling smugly.
Bulma broke out into a fit of giggles as he finished his last sentence. Her laughter took over her body and she could no longer hold herself up and she fell backwards onto the mattress. "Vegeta if I hated you to the point of murder, do you really think I want to wish you back so you can torment me further with your careless and incessant demands. I want that like another hole in the head."
"That can be arranged." He growled under his breath too low for her to hear, but suddenly remembered his vow to Kame. –Damn.- "Woman there are other ways to torment you." His voice took on a playful yet sinister note.
Her laughter immediately halted and he eyes widened at the realization. "Is that a threat?"
"Take it as you will, but at least I know I have the upper hand here." He bounced his dark brows at her as his smug smirk grew in width.
"Oh, yeah! Well how so?" She challenged as her powder blue brows knit together and her eyes echoed her challenge.
His lips parted and his smile pulled back to reveal his teeth. "It's not like you'll be able to kill me again."
"Don't push me, primate. I might just prove you wrong." She snapped at him.
"Let me know when you have it figured out." He stretched and feigned boredom.
"Will you leave now so I can get dressed?" Her temper began to rise further.
He decided to push her further. "If you can remove me for your quarters, certainly."
She knew it was a futile effort so she picked up her clothes and stormed to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.