WHAT DARKNESS BROUGHT CHAPTER 10– Escape.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT. A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech) internal conflict/conscience
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, and Ideologically Sensitive.
Bulma and Vegeta drifted through space a few more days on their prolonged journey together. Vegeta was disgusted in himself that he had been sniffing after the woman and allowing his sexual urges to take over his sensed. He was a warrior and had little time to chase after some woman as if she were the most important conquest that he stood to gain. She was a means of the Saiyan race's revival, yes, but there were other goals that he must achieve as well. He still lacked the wielded power of the Super Saiyan. At the thought of who the sole barer of that title was he spat as if he were forcing the words from his tongue lest he speak his thought aloud.
His body was coated in sweat and each muscle was highlighted by the overhead light that shone upon the sheen of moisture. He pounded away at his imaginary foe. This was by no means a worthwhile effort but it did help him to pass the time as well as collect his thoughts. He stood from his crouched position after finishing the last set of katas and then left for the control room.
Vegeta now stood staring at the navigation screen making sure that he and the woman were on their proper course. He then input his code for the ship's main computer and scanned the system for any communiqué finding an expected message. The encoded message was routed through decryption using his code key to decipher the contents. He began reading and found that the encrypted message came from an old comrade of his, codename Bishop. They would meet in a few days time at a precise yet to be disclosed location. Vegeta sent his formal reply with his own encrypted message that contained his current location as well as his courses projected trajectory over the span of the next few days. Vegeta responded to the message relaying that he wasn't very patient and that he expected to hear from him soon.
Bulma had since locked herself away from him only coming out to seek out sustenance and a quick wash only when she found his ki on the opposite side of the ship in the training bay. Every night she had different dreams that all consisted of the same person and they haunted her because she began to want them to be true.
How could she allow herself to fall prey to his touch and then beg for it? She growled in frustration as she continued to stare at the ceiling from where she lay in the center of the bed. She had learned how to tune out Vegeta's scent or she had become so accustomed to it that it was hardly notable. She sighed to herself and closed her eyes. She was bored out of her mind and she had all of this technology, but no way to explore it. –What a waste!- She mentally screamed as her tightly closed lids shook with angry tremors. She wouldn't be allowed to learn from the technology since it would impair the ship by forcing a shut down. Though she was tempted at this point to piss Vegeta off and to have something to do at least until the deep cold of space froze them into flesh popsicles. She thought it over. Frozen or not there would still be a constant scowl on Vegeta's face and that made her laugh internally some.
Her boredom allowed her to find at least forty two separate architectural mistakes wrong with the construction of her room. The angles of the room were not concise and the metal or the paneling was way too thin. The wall of her room that was parallel to the hull was freezing cold and she wondered how they managed to get this craft to pressurize. She was about to continue her mental roast of the poor craftsmanship of the ship's construction when she felt Vegeta at her door. –Well here we go… Again. Please give me strength.-
Vegeta pounded on the blue haired Saiyan's door to receive no answer. He soon became impatient and ordered her to open the door and still neither sound nor movement came from the door. "Woman we will be docking with a rather large vessel in three days time. I expect you to be cordial or stay out of sight lest I embarrass you to the crew aboard as my personal entertainment." He hoped hit snide mocking would have riled her but she still remained unspoken. He pinched the bridge of his nose and grumbles a few choice curses in one of the many languages he knew perhaps his own. He didn't have time to deal with a sullen female and turned to go back to his training without as much as a look over his shoulder.
Bulma silently rebuffed his words at first until she heard a few choice words that caught her attention. Soon her cheeks grew tight as her mouth curled into an impish grin of sorts. She was formulating a plan. Like a bolt out of the blue a reprieve had come and she would escape her captor very soon. She would sneak aboard the other vessel and try and blend among the crew or keep out of site until the ship made landfall. Now that she had a plan for her freedom she would need to meticulously collect what she needed in order to sustain herself after she was aboard the other ship. Rations, clothing, and other odds and ends would have to be gathered if she was to survive after the fact.
*Dream*
She entered her quarters and was surprised to see him there. "What do you think that you're doing! She tried not to let her shock show as she pushed past him. She discarded his presence in her room as if he wasn't there. She vainly hoped by ignoring him that he would disappear.
He smirks and he followed her and he then would walk up behind her as he then pushed her up and against the bed now as he smirks some looking at her, "There... Now it's not nice to ignore people..."
She smiled darkly at him. "Ignore people, no. Dogs, yes. Now get off of me I didn't realize that we were playing a game. " She tried to shrug him off of her body but failed. She struggled to get free and soon tired herself out.
He smirks down at her dominantly. "Oh well you must love this dog...", He said as his hand slipped into her pants and he started to rub her lower lips again. "Especially when you get wet so quickly..." He said looking in her lust glazed eyes.
She grit her teeth as he teased her. "I do not love you! I don't even like you! You are a fool to think otherwise." She blushed with embarrassment and anger as he pointed out her wetness and how he implied that it was him that made her body respond. She hated that he was right. -Damn him!- "Get off of me! You are not welcome in me room or my bed!"
"Oh really...?" He said as he then moved off her but he wrapped his arms around her squeezing her breasts hard but making very pleasurable for her. "Be a good girl now and lead us to the bed or I will..."
She growled at him as he massaged her mounds. "Or you'll what exactly?" She taunted him as she pulled his hands away and turned to stare at him with a blatant challenge in her eyes. She smirks back at him and lets his scathing remarks slide off of her. "...and you say that I'm pathetic. Get out before I beat you within an inch of your life." She snarled and then continued to wash her body as if he weren't there.
He sighed as he grabbed her and he led her to the bed. Once there he pushed her backward onto the bed as he moved on top of her pinning her arms above her head with one hand. "Or I'll do this...", He said as his free hand moves down and he slipped his hands back inside of her pants and he started to finger her fast and hard.
Her dreams and the time they had been in this situation before came rushing forward like a flood. It was too much for her to deny any longer. Her want outweighed any other doubt or worry that she had. "Do it. " She writhed and whimpered under the fast pace of his skilled hands. "Mmm..." She licked her lips and squint her eyes closed as if doing so would keep her from cumming. "More..." Her desire had taken over and all that she cared about was his expert touch. "I'm close! More... More... Faster! Please!" She begged pitifully.
Vegeta triumphantly smirked. Hearing this he then stopped and he pulled his hand out of her pants not allowing her to feel completion. "Tell me why should the man you hate make you cum...?"
Her eyes snapped open at the sound of his snide remark. "Because the man I hate is pleasuring me. You wouldn't be one to not finish what you start, are you? Or is it a technical problem?" She smiled at him as she knew he would pick up on the innuendo. Vegeta pulls away from her and gave her mounds a brief teasing squeeze. "You know you say you hate me, but you taunt me just to get me to stay... Interested..." He said challengingly through a taunting smile. "Now be a good girl and strip for me.."
*End Dream*
Bulma awoke covered in a heated sweat and panting her breaths. –Ughhh! To Hell with him! Even in my dreams he haunts me!- She mentally raged as she threw off her sheets then putting her head in her hands after sitting up. "I've got to get out of here!" -Soon, very soon. I just have to cope until then.- She tried to soother herself back into a state of calm. It had been a few days since Vegeta had informed her of their guest's arrival. She had acquired an emptied food capsule to store all that she needed for her secret departure and stored the items inside. Vegeta had come to her door to scream that they would expect his ally inside of a couple of hours.
Two hours had come and gone and she now looked through her window to see that they were entering a fortress of a ship that substantially dwarfed theirs in comparison and landing inside of its expansive docking bay. Once the ship has landed Vegeta stood at the opened door and at the top of the extended ramp as he met with Bishop's entourage of soldiers.
The reddish gelatinous skinned mans smiled wryly as he came to a stop just outside the entrance to the ship. "Vegeta. It's been ages." Bishop's Commander Pawn smugly greeted the deadly acquaintance of his master, but still chose to keep a safe distance with two of his guards in front of him.
"Indeed it has and it's is still Prince Vegeta, you slimy sack of entrails. Don't you dare think for one instance that we are equals." The dark saiyan prince sneered making sure that the other man knew that all of the past years hadn't made him either weak or feeble.
A thick nervous sweat oozed from Bishops face making him look both oily and sticky. "Yes, of course, Prince Vegeta. The guard detail that you have requested is also present. I am curious about you request. Why did you request female guards and may I ask what they might be guarding?" The commander asked as he looked passed Vegeta and into the ship curiously. He knew that no one on this ship was crazy or unhinged enough to want to intrude on anything that belonged to the former mercenary of Frieza so adding the guard detail had peaked his interest.
Vegeta's lips pealed backward over his teeth to reveal a feral snarl. "No! You 'may' not! Now quit your unnecessary yammering and take me to Bishop at once before I melt you into a pull of goo where you stand and find him myself!" His tensed battle worthy posture spoke a vivid warning should they deviate from his orders.
Commander Pawn swallowed hard enough that he feared he would choke on his tongue. Wordlessly her turned on his heal and moved to take point in the formation of orderly assembled soldiers. As the commander lead off with his left foot the rest followed in step with him save for the detail that were tasked to the prince's ship.
Vegeta growled a warning to the female soldiers who remained. "No one in or out, understand? Fair and I'll make your deaths a god sent release for the tortures and agony I will inflict upon you will be so horrific that you'll thank me for ending your worthless lives." After his half threat half promise was delivered Vegeta caught up with the retreating entourage.
Bulma felt Vegeta's ki moving away from the ship and soon she could no longer pick up any trace of it as it was swallowed up into the masses of other life forces. She sighed and then gathered her capsule safely stowing it in her pants pocket. She cracked opened her door after lowering her ki becoming almost invisible unless seen. She snuck quietly through the ship until she glimpsed one of her guards. –Damn! They're blocking the damned door!- Her hopes were almost dashed until she saw that there was only had one guard on the inside and search for others using her newly developed ki sensing abilities she found two more outside. –Hmmm. I may be able to work with this using it to my advantage.-
She watched her guard rove back and forth in front of the door. By the way she acted she seemed to be lacking in the brain power department making it that much better for her margin of success. She picked a button off of her shirt and threw it to just on the other side of the room. Her guard in the ship looked in the direction of the thrown button and walked over to where it had clattered. The guards back was now turned to her so Bulma took advantage of the situation by walking up behind the guard and tapping her on the shoulder. She turned towards who had taped her to be met with Bulma's fist in her face knocking her out cold.
-Thank you, Vegeta. If I never learned anything else from you at least I learn how to render someone unconscious.- She mocked the absent prince as she drug the limp female to her room and stripping her of her uniform. Bulma then tied the guard up with her sheets and gagged her with a pillowcase should she wake. After donning the stolen uniform Bulma walked to the doors to see another guard walking up the ramp.
-Oh shit! I'm toast!- Bulma fretted as the other female guard neared. –Well it was fun while it lasted.-
"Hey you!" The other female shouted to Bulma in a stern tone. The other woman now stood before Bulma watching her with a scrutinizing gaze. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Umm… I… uhh…-" Bulma fumbled with her words but was quickly interrupted by the real soldier that stood before her.
"Your shift was over twenty minutes ago. I don't mind you pulling my shift too if you want, but if you want to go back to the barracks you better leave quickly before I do!" The woman sternly joked with Bulma.
"Ye-Yes. I wasn't watching the time I guess." Bulma began shakily before she calmed herself enough to finish her lie.
"Sure. You mean you must have lost track of time because you were asleep on the job. You're lucky I won't report you. Now get going!" The guard smugly lectured as she dismissed Bulma from duty.
Bulma quickly scurried down the ramp and after the other female soldiers. She stayed far enough that they wouldn't recognize that she didn't belong while staying close enough that the other people that she passed wouldn't think twice if they saw her.
"Hey!" A voice says from beside her and it causes Bulma to unnoticeably stiffen. She then looks over to who had spoken to her. "My name's Rook. You must be a new recruit that we picked up from planet Stratta?"
"Yea. Can you tell?" Bulma tried to play off her new role.
"It's okay your secret's safe with me. I can tell we're going to be fast friends and I'll help you until you learn the ropes." Rook gushed at finding a new gal pal.
She felt Vegeta's ki was again on the move and headed for the ship. She watched as the ship took off and disappeared into the star dotted black of space. Bulma sighed in relief. –You've done it. For now, Bulma, you're free.-