The Worlds Smartest
This Is The Enforcer Speaking,
For all of you who come back to me from the past all I can do is offer you my most gracious thanks and appreciation. (Shout out to Miss T if you are still around). I went through some seriously horrible things in my life and all but gave up fanfic writing for good. I got divorced and it sort of killed this part of me for a very long time but I'm back and am going to do my best to pick this beast up were I left off. All my love to everyone.
Now…on to the story!
Acceptance
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The shower water burned her skin but she didn't care. Her eyes focused hazily on the blood running down the drain. Bulma woke up in the throne room, stiff, sore, and cold. But it wasn't the kind of cold that could be cured by a hot shower and tea. It was a cold that went far deeper than that. She had gathered her torn clothing and discarded weapons from the floor, covered herself as best she could and fled while Vegeta still lay in a coma.
They had slept for over twenty hours and the halls were blessedly empty. No one had been there to play witness to her shame. Bulma went straight to the shower because she needed to be clean.
Her actions brought shame to everything and everyone she stood for, she shamed her whole planet. Bulma knew she wouldn't be able to resist Vegeta, she believed in his bond, believed it with her soul. She could feel him in her head, knew that he still lay sleeping on the floor of the throne room. Knew he slept dreamlessly. It took all of her will to leave him and flee that room.
Bulma shuddered. She couldn't lie to herself anymore. Whatever it was she felt towards Vegeta it was not hate. Perhaps, what started in that room could have been rape, but she had chosen to let him live instead of protecting her honor. Bulma Briefs could have brought down the heir to the Saiyan kingdom but chose instead throw down her sword and opened her body to him.
When her skin began turning a bright shade of pink Bulma cut off the water and stepped out of the shower.
There was really only one solution to her problem; only one way to save herself and everyone from further shame and to regain her honor.
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Bulma wrapped her breasts tightly with white binding cloths before she dressed in her only white kimono and hakama.
Kneeling Bulma laid the note she'd written to Vegeta by her side and pulled her arms out of her kimono letting it drape around her before leaning forward and picking up her Tanto.
The death would be painful but it was the most honorable way for her to die. She unsheathed the small sword, set the sheath to the side and examined the blade. It smelled of sage and shone like a star in the dim light of the room. It would cut cleanly.
Stealing herself for the blow Bulma took several slow, deep breaths and then held the blade out in front of her, two handed with the tip towards her.
Bulma plunged the blade into the left side of her abdomen. It felt horrible but she did not utter a cry, she would not die in disgrace. Bulma drug the blade across her stomach until she reached the other side and drew it up at the end in a hooking motion before removing it from her body. She sat the sword carefully on the floor before her.
Blood and intestines spilled out from the immense wound and Bulmas world wavered around the edges. The pain was so great that she prayed her death would come quickly before doing her best to slip into nothingness. Willing her conscious mind away from her dying body.
Eventually she couldn't smell her own blood or feel the ground beneath her knees and was thankful when the numbness took away the pain. The last to go was her hearing, when the sound of her labored breathing faded away Bulma knew no more.
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Something was wrong.
Vegetas eyes snapped open, adjusting quickly to the darkened room. What happened? The question worked its way through the Princes fogged mind. Standing up Vegeta held his head in his hand as he fought dizziness. Nearly unbearable aching pains stabbed his abdomen and nausea twisted his stomach. Weakness dragged at his body.
And he was naked.
Shaking his head Vegeta tried to figure out why he was lying, half frozen, feeling like he had been run over, on the floor of his throne room. The answer was there, he could almost see it hovering at the edges of his mind.
He had locked himself in his throne room to keep her safe from himself. At first his men left him alone but eventually they tried to bring him women to slack his needs on but he refused them all. The bond would not allow him to bed another but he could not tell them about his bonding to the Earthling, not yet.
How many days had he lived in this room? There were small facilities attached so he could have been in there for a long time. Vegeta had a vague memory of killing someone who forced the door and then nothing.
Growing more frustrated by the second Vegeta went to cross his arms across his chest and froze, eyes wide. A bloody bite was set deep into the inside of his right wrist. The mouth had been small, dainty even, but the bite was bloody and bruised.
With the site of the mark his other senses seemed to key into his environment. Her scent hit him like a kick in the chest. How had he missed it before? The scent of her tears, blood, fear and lust covered him, surrounded him and triggered his memories of the night before.
The events played out in his mind and Vegeta remembered with mounting horror what he'd done. Her blood still clung to his body. The realization tore a scream from his chest and brought Vegeta to his knees. It was not supposed to be this way. A warrior did not force himself on women, a warrior was not ruled by the wants and desires of their body, but Vegeta had been.
Despite the severity of their situation, their mutual distrust and anger towards one another, Vegeta had truly hoped to gain some small measure of trust from her. He had sworn to himself to protect her from himself.
Why did she not simply kill him when he told her to? What was he going to do now and how was he going to fix this?
Where was she?
With his final question came that feeling of wrongness again. That feeling that something very bad was happening somewhere.
Vegeta felt for her Ki and could not find it.
Panic tore through his body, bringing him to his feet in a wave of terror. There would be only one reason why he couldn't feel her life's energy. No! He would know if she were truly dead, truly gone.
The cold creeping in closer to his bones, the weakness in his body and his aching abdomen…this was not his pain but hers.
Vegeta bolted.
If he could still feel her pain she lived his rational brain told him. The other part of him was not so certain. He could think of only one place she could possibly be so he flew towards what he had begun to think of as their quarters.
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Vegeta found her in their training room.
Blood and viscera spilled out of Bulmas abdomen. The blood was oddly bright against the stark whiteness of the floor, her clothes, and skin. The only other color in the room was the brilliance of her hair.
His first rage filled thought was "who has done this?"
He wanted to blame someone else but the obvious truth lay on the floor before him. The woman had done this to herself.
Moving with lightening speed Vegeta went to the com panel, demanding the senior medics presence with a short explanation and then he was back at her side.
The woman's life force was so weak that Vegeta had to actually touch her skin to feel that the spark of life was still there. Crouched down next to her Vegeta brushed her hair out of her face before running the back of his index finger along her cold, clammy, cheek. Bulmas Ki responded sluggishly to his touch.
"Why?" Vegeta asked her still form.
That faint flicker of Ki suddenly faded away and just for an instant she was gone, but Vegeta refused to let it be, refused to let her die. He poured his own Ki into her, gently filling her with his own life. Vegeta willed the woman to live, to breath, willed her heart to start beating again.
The prince of all Saiyans had enough stubbornness, enough drive to survive, enough pride for an entire planet and he shared it now, forced it upon her. He would not allow this to happen.
Bulmas body shuddered and her breath came in a sudden rattling gasp. Vegeta felt her begin to beat slowly, thickly.
With that beating heart Vegeta knew his fate was sealed. There was only one person a Saiyan could share their Ki with...
"My mate." Vegeta whispered starring down into her face. "You are not allowed to die without my permission."
The doors opened and the medic burst into the room.
The prince looked up at the much weaker Saiyan.
"If she dies, so do you."
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Hours later Vegeta felt a strong sense of déjà vu as he watched his woman float around in his regeneration tank, again.
The medic sealed her wound and stabilized her before placing her in the healing liquid with the warning that it could take a long time for her to wake up.
"She has to want to return." The Saiyan said rather vaguely before leaving.
Vegeta ordered the medic to keep this incident to himself. The old Saiyan was no fool and the bite marks had been plainly visible on both of them. He knew and Vegeta knew he knew so if he opened his mouth he would lose his life.
His people didn't need to know that he had taken a human as his mate. Not yet anyways. Fates cruelest joke of all was that he had no choice in the matter.
Vegeta looked at the sharply folded letter in his hand.
It explained everything.
"Vegeta,
I have brought great shame to my people and myself. I have lost all pretense of honor and if I continue to live then I will continue bringing dishonor and shame to everyone. Please take better care of the Earthlings. They are underfed, under cared for, and the men rape freely. This is all I ask of you. I allowed you to take me, I gave into my weakness and that is unforgivable. You told me only the strong ones; the stubborn ones live on after their mate's die, so I know you'll be just fine. My death is the only way for me to escape this bond and regain my honor. I cannot say I'm sorry only that I can tell you a final truth. I don't hate you and that pains me most of all because I should, I'm supposed to, but I don't. Good by Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans.
-Bulma Briefs"
Vegetas hands shook as he read the note over again, jaw clenched. How did killing yourself bring back your honor? He could understand her doing it to be rid of him but that this somehow repaired her broken sense of duty and honor…that he did not understand. Damn idiotic human traditions.
When she woke up he knew it was going to be problematic. The bond was still only partially complete, they would be driven to finish it and he didn't know how the woman was going to deal with that particular issue.
She had always seemed to have a great fire burning inside of her and he had been the one to squash it.
Vegeta laid his hand against the glass and bowed his head.
"Fight, you idiot woman. You are stronger than this."
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Bulma couldn't remember how long she'd been in this place; this place where the sun shone bright and clear, the moon rose high and mighty. She felt neither hunger nor thirst. This was a place of peace, of the eternal summer. She watched many people come and go but yet she stayed neither able to move forward or go back and she couldn't remember why.
She had a vague feeling that she needed to be somewhere else.
"You have a choice." A voice whispered along the wind. It sounded like strange mix of old and young, male and female.
"What choice?" Bulma asked.
"To stay or go."
"What happens if I stay?" The question fell from her lips. Bulma couldn't recall exactly what she'd left behind but she was sure it couldn't be anything good.
"If you stay then you condemn many to death but most especially you will condemn the other half of your soul."
Bulma watched the light playing through the leaves of the tall oak she leaned against. Felt the comfort of the place around her. She didn't want to leave and though she had no clue what this voice meant by the other half of her soul Bulma couldn't let anyone pay for her weaknesses.
"What happens if I go back?"
"Pain and happiness; loss and discovery. Life."
Bulma bent down and ran her hands through the grass with a sigh. Yeah, she had to go back. She knew it and there was no point in beating around about it.
"I'll go back."
With the words came the fierce chill of fear. She really didn't want to go back.
"Do not fear child, one day you will return and be able to remain but now it is not your time."
Then the darkness came and swept her away.
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Bulma woke up with a start, jerking and spinning around in the regeneration tank. What in the hell was she doing back in this thing? The memory of stabbing herself swam to the surface of her thoughts and she instinctively looked down at her abdomen. It was healed. Not even a scar as far as she could tell through the blue green liquid.
She couldn't even kill herself right? Fury burned through her veins. She had to get out of the tank. She had to get away from here and from Vegeta before she saw him again because Bulma knew she wouldn't stand a chance against the bond that was forming between them.
She pounded furiously on the tank creating a small spider web of cracks across the surface of the tanks glass. Then she remembered her Ki. Annoyed at herself for forgetting to use her new abilities Bulma raised her hand and let lose a Ki blast. The tank wall exploded outward in a shower of glass and regin fluid.
Glass shards bit into the palms of her hands and her knees as she hit the floor hard. Pulling herself to her feet Bulma picked the bits of glass out of her skin and realized that she was once again wondering around naked. Only this time there wasn't a convenient sheet laying around for her to wrap up in.
Bulma carefully made her way across the glass-covered floor and opened the med bay door intent upon escape only to run head long into the very angry Saiyan on the other side.
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Vegeta towered over her dressed only in his tiny black training shorts but he didn't look like he'd been training. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week.
Her mind ran trying to figure out what to say or do but it didn't matter, nothing mattered because his lips were suddenly on hers, his body crushed up against her and she was lost. In that moment he was everything to her. Food and water and air, he was life itself. Bulmas Ki burst around them drawing Vegetas out in a wash of power that blew all the equipment in the room against the wall.
The sudden explosion brought Bulma back to reality and she pushed away from Vegeta with a scream.
"Why? Why did you do this to me? Why couldn't you just let me die?"
Their auras still burned around them and Bulma knew she wasn't fooling the Prince. Her body burned for him.
"You did die! You literally died in my arms. I brought you back and I will do it again."
He closed the small distance between them in a second. Bulma stumbled back until she found herself pinned between him and the wall. Vegeta slammed his fists into the wall on either side of her head and locked his eyes with hers.
"Do you really want to die that badly? Am I really a fate worse than death?" Vegetas voice rumbled across her skin. It made Bulmas breath catch and her heart skipped a beat.
"You killed my people." Bulmas voice shook.
"Yes." He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against her.
"You kidnapped me." She was trying so hard to focus on the facts. Not on what her body and soul were crying out for. Her whole body was reacting to his touch, her nipples painfully hard and her core dripping wet.
"Yes." Vegeta rubbed his cheek against hers before burying his face in the curve of her neck. His breath was hot against her flesh.
"Fate is such a bitch." She could feel his body shaking, the tension in his arms. She could feel his desire, his need, as strong has hers. He was fighting the same losing battle that she was. He pulled away from her and looked back down into her face.
"Yes."
She couldn't stop it and she didn't want too. She kissed him, tasted him and wanted more. Asked for more.
Vegeta kissed his way down to her breasts and suckled her nipples. Then fell to his knees before her.
When his mouth touched her core Bulma nearly fell, his tongue played across her clitoris slow at first and the faster, bringing her closer and closer to that glorious moment of release. Bulma grabbed his shoulders and Vegeta cupped her butt in his hand holding her weight as she came. It was all that kept her from falling.
And then he was sliding up her body, lifting her off her feet. Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist but he didn't enter her and it frustrated her to no end. She writhed against him, begging with her body.
"Say it." Vegeta growled pinning her with his burning eyes. Bulma gasped pushing against him but he held her back and repeated. "Say. It."
"Please. Please Vegeta." Bulma felt as if she would die if he wasn't inside her soon.
"Please…what?" The Prince placed emphasis on the "what".
She realized he was going to make her say it or he wasn't going to give it to her.
"Please finish it. I want you inside me."
He shifted her around slightly and she could feel the tip of him pressing against her opening.
"Do you want me?"
Bulma didn't know how he still had the focus to keep talking but she didn't and if he didn't finish it soon she was going to go crazy.
"Yes!" She all but screamed at him in frustration.
Vegeta slid inside of her and if felt like he had always belonged. Bulma dug her nails into his back as he thrust into her hard and fast. She wanted it hard, needed it hard and urged him on. She could take it.
She knew what was going to happen, knew there was no going back and when his teeth found her flesh for the third time she buried her teeth into his completing the bond. With a final thrust Vegeta brought them both over the edge again, their Ki melding together yet again, and he seed spilling inside her.
Bulma collapsed, the taste of his blood thick in her mouth, her body too weak to hold her up. Vegeta caught her in his arms. She felt so whole and so ridiculously safe.
"It's done?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta simply nodded but she didn't really need him to confirm it. She could feel him in her head clear as day. He was as afraid as her.
Her tears came slow at first and then faster. Vegeta made no comment as he carried her to the bathroom and ran a bath for her. She didn't know what to think or feel but she knew that they were both eternally screwed. They were stuck with each other and if what Vegeta said was true no one else in the universe would satisfy them.
Bulma stayed in the bath while Vegeta quickly showered and then left the room to leave her to her thoughts. She was grateful for the momentary solitude but knew that it wouldn't last forever. Eventually she would have to face the music, him, the universe.
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The room was dark when Bulma finally made her way out of the bathroom, clothed only in a towel. She could see his dark shape on the bed knew that that was where she wanted to sleep but she stood there in the dark staring. Unsure.
Finally Vegeta opened his eyes. Their gaze met and he lifted the sheets in invitation. She hesitated before dropping the towel to the floor and sliding in naked beside him. He was as naked as she but he just pulled her back against his chest and held her to him.
"I am sorry." His voice was incredibly intimate in the dark.
"Don't be." Bulma whispered. She had decided, in her bath, that he was nearly as much a victim as she in the whole thing. Like he wanted to be saddled with a weak human female for a mate? As for the war, technically her planet had started it.
She felt his lips brush the freshest bite mark on her neck. It sent tingles of desire through her but she was far too tired to act on them.
Was he a fate worse than death? Obviously not, she had made her choice, and would have to live with it.
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A/N: Well, I hope this isn't a complete disappointment. There is more to come hopefully sometime this week now that I'm trying to write again. I tried to make this a nice long one for everyone. Let me know where I stand with you all. It is hard to slip back into the same mood/voice/plot that I dropped off from over a year ago so I'm trying to keep things flowing smoothly. Thanks again please R&R and I will love you forever!