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I don't have a name : chapter twelve: New enemies.
They were panting heavily on each other, dirtied with mud on their bodies. When he looked in her eyes, his saw sparkles, the same sparkles that were missing on their first time. They were supposed to have a walk, to get cooler, but they had given into temptation, here, in the middle of nowhere. But it wasn't the first time, they were having this purely carnal relationship for months now; they talked about their plans for the Rebellion, their alliances and their plans for the battle against Freiza, they had sex, then they talked again etc. They refused to have anything but this purely physical relationship: no feelings, no responsibilities... This link between them was a way to relax, to feel pleasure and forget their problems. First, Vegeta was really rough, it was painful for her sometimes; she would have bruises, but she was still enjoying it. Now, Vegeta had realized that because she wasn't a Saiyan, she was more fragile, therefore he was more careful, which made him an even better lover. Since Bulma still hadn't told him her name, he called her onna.
Here they were, naked, lying on the wet ground, in the vicinity of the old mansion where they met each other every other night. The frequency of their meetings had increased when they had started to do other things than talk. Vegeta was always eager to be with her, not only was he horny but she was a drug to him. He was obsessed with her, he wanted to know her name, so he did everything he could to please her in a way to solve the mystery around the onna.
She nibbled at his nose, loving his expression when she did it: he was this scowl of his, apparently annoyed with her behavior.
"What are you doing, onna."
"Bothering you, and it works."
"You're being too affectionate."
"What, it's not because I nibble you that it means I love you."
"Then what would you do if you loved me?"
"And you?"
"I don't fall in love, that's a weaklings' emotion."
"That's what you say, for my part, here is what I would do if I loved you."
And she kissed him, so passionately, so deeply, that he produced a sound between a growl and a purring. He took her in his arms, she was so... Well, no word could describe her. She was incredible. Whenever he didn't want to talk about something, she would shrug and concentrate on something else. She was seducing him, but not on purpose.
His father wanted him to mate, but the problem was that none of the women he had met was fitting him. Because Earth was a peaceful planet, many Saiyan women, especially the elite ones, didn't train as much as they used to; they didn't know what a war was, they had never suffered, any of those women would make a proper queen. Besides, their attitude and their intentions of seducing him at all cost made him want to vomit.
"Your way of loving me is great, hopefully, you don't feel anything about me."
"Yeah, hopefully, because I couldn't fall in love with a man who would never love me", she said smiling.
"And I couldn't live with someone who loved me, I am not to be loved."
"Sure, no one would be crazy enough to fall for you."
And he kissed her, taking her bottom in his hands and elevating her hips so he could thrust in her more easily.
He had had a wonderful night. He was remembering some of the delightful moments he had spent with the onna when Nappa, his "nanny" was crossing a hall. He was leaving the throne room.
"Where are you going old man?" asked Vegeta with a smirk.
"My Prince, I didn't see you come." Nappa said as he bowed.
"So, what did father tell you?"
"The king has assigned me a mission, your majesty. He wants me to find who this Yamcha is, find him and kill him and his comrades."
"Wait that was a mission my father gave me few months ago." His smirk turned into a scowl.
"Precisely, this mission has been given to you and you ignored it. I know we are no longer under Frieza's command and that our lives no longer depend on our success in missions, nevertheless your father is to be obeyed."
"Nappa, you know that Frieza will kill us all if we don't fight him now!"
"That's why this civil war must stop. This madness is weakening us. We need our whole army and people intact if we want to attack Frieza. If you won't put it an end, then I will."
With this said, Nappa left the young Prince.
"Tell me your age at least." He asked
"... Okay, if you tell me yours." She said, with a hint of mockery in her voice.
Vegeta scowled at her statement. She was being ridiculous now. Sometimes, she would almost be mushy, and he hated that. But apparently, it was the price to pay to know her better.
"I'm 31. Are you happy? Now answer me onna."
"31... You're an old guy! You look younger. I'm 24." she chuckled lightly.
"So you're a young 24 year old lady, with originally a white skin, blue hair. You are also rather smart and... Ticklish?", he started to tickle her.
She shrieked, he had just found one of her weak points. She fell about laughing under his body and wriggled the blanket.
"Stop, please, stop!" she begged him
"Alright, I stop." He bent to peck her.
I'm really getting soft he wondered.
"I should go.", he got out of bed, dressing up. She covered her breast with the blankets.
"When will we see each other?"
"Thursday, as usual... Oh, by the way, you should warn your leader, Yamcha, that he has a new enemy."
"Who?"
"Nappa, my old mentor. Tell your Yamcha not to hesitate to kill, 'cause he won't have mercy'."
Vegeta left, leaving her to her thoughts.
A week later.
"Yamcha!" shouted the crowd.
Bulma had returned from her visit to Vegeta. Her people were gathering around her; they knew that they had allies among the Saiyan Elite, though they didn't know who they were exactly. They all had expected her return because they knew she had met one of those allies.
Bulma stood on the central place of the headquarters, on wooden platform which was used for statements. The council members climbed on the platform and stood next to her. Goku was at her right, focused on her hidden face.
"Brothers Sisters, I have received most important news. According to my spies in West City, the King has discovered that South City is under our control: their Saiyan leader is now a felon." The crowd gasped and whispered:
"Oh Kami, What are we gonna do?"
"What will Yamcha do?"
"Mommy, I'm hungry."
"Silence! shouted Bulma, South City is probably going to be attacked. I want two squadrons to get ready, they leave the camp tonight. Now the Council must meet, we have important matters to discuss."
Krillin stayed in the place and gave orders to the squads? Meanwhile, the rest of the council headed towards the Council Chamber.
"What is this smell?" asked Goku in a whisper, he was still next to her. The other members were all behind them, so Goku and Bulma could have a little chat.
"What do you mean? You think I stink?", she said with a frown he couldn't see.
"No, you smell different, what have you done? Whom have you been with?"
"I was with my indict." Bulma didn't want anyone to know that her indict was Vegeta, she didn't know how the others would react, besides it could be dangerous for him: if someone was captured, and tortured he/she could tell Vegeta's implications in the Rebellion.
"Are you close to this indict, because his smell is strong on you."
"It was a snowy and cold night; we gathered around the fireplace, we were on the same couch to be warm."
"You smell like this for a whole month B. You're hiding something from me, this isn't good. Tell me."
Actually, I've been smelling like this for five months at least, she wondered, hopefully he was on Zanoth. Curse this stupid Saiyan smell.
"I'm not hiding anything from you, or at least something important. Now quiet, or they will suspect something."
The Council meeting started; everybody had a sit and they were computers so those who were on mission could still take part in the Council. Krillin arrived a short moment later.
"Krillin, I count on you for South City, you will leave tonight with your troops... Now how are things going for East-City..."
The reunion lasted for two hours. Spies made their reports, counselors gave advice, a new system had joined them: the same routine.
"Now I want to know when the Saiyans will attack South-City. I'll go in West-City and spy on them. Yirca, you will look after the camp."
"Hey what about me?" whined Goku.
"You stay here, if I assign you another mission Chichi will kill, besides you have a son, and I want you to look after Goya for me."
"I could help you."
"No, that's something that must be done solo. And... It's personal business."
West-City, Central district, on a cool December morning.
Bulma was disguised in her usual Saiyan-female costume, the same she had when she had first met Vegeta, except that she had a warmer cloak. The Royal Session would finish soon, and the king would probably give orders to his personal agents: it was her best chance to overhear something. She had to get closer to the king's quarters, but there were guards everywhere. She could enter in the hall of the palace, but the Saiyans would never let her approach the royal wing. Sure, she could ask Vegeta to let her pass, but he would probably refuse; besides she didn't want him to know she was here.
She entered in the palace and saw a single guard watching the royal wing that was leading to the king's quarters... And Vegeta's. Pathetic, she wondered, one guard! They really want their monarch to get killed. It was too easy. She passed by, pretending she wanted to go somewhere else, and eyed a long time the huge Guard before the door, fluttering her eyelashes. The big Saiyan stared at her that was normal after all she was beautiful: one of her greatest weapons. She pretended to go the corridor next to the royal wing. The guard checked if anyone was looking at him, and then followed Bulma. She was waiting for him, leaning on a wall, with a smile, her black orbs full of mischief. He was getting closer. Bulma took her dagger and before he understood what was happening, she cut his throat.
It always works, she wondered. She loved her dagger. She had worked on it for years before she could find a material, that she had called Saiyanium, that could make efficient weapons against the Saiyans: everyone at the camp had a weapon made of it. The other metals would shatter on their hard skin. She took his heavy body and put it in a closet.
Bulma entered in the corridor. She noticed two men were talking. She recognized the first, Zorn the new king's Chancellor but she didn't know who was the second.
"You're so lucky Zorn, South-City battle promises to be great, I wish I could go with you. When do you leave?"
"Three days, and sorry baldy, you already have a mission, a tough one apparently. You still haven't found anything?"
"No, the humans Gobo had questioned had kept their mouths shut. And this guy just disappears everytime our warriors attack him. But I will find him!"
"I hope so, for you Nappa, the prince disappointed the king already, he won't hesitate to kill you if you fail. You weren't at the royal session today, were you? Well, you should have been there, I have never seen king Vegeta in this mood before: the prince and him always fight. The prince thinks we should focus on the war against Frieza... And I admit, I agree with him."
"... Maybe you're right, but it doesn't matter. The king asked me to kill this little bug of Yamcha, and that's what I'll do."
Bulma smiled. First, because the king's right hand seemed more intelligent and less cruel than Gobo, and second because now she knew how Nappa looked like. He, on the other hand, didn't know anything about her: that'll be fun.
"Hey, you! shouted Zorn, what are you doing here? This is a restricted area."
"I... I'm here for the prince, he asked me to come"
WHAT DID I JUST SAY, I don't want him to find me! He will suspect something.
Zorn looked at her suspiciously.
"We'll see about that. You stay with me. Nappa, go fetch the prince, if you lie, he will kill you painfully: he wants being disturbed during his training sessions."
Bulma gulped, what would she say to him once he saw her?
She was in Vegeta's apartments, watched by Zorn, waiting for his prince to come.
"You better not mock me, I have more important things to do."
Vegeta entered, he was sweaty, and had the same dressing-gown to cover his body. When he saw her, his eyes widened.
"Leave us." Nappa and Zorn left.
"What are you doing here?"
She should tell him the truth; she didn't have any excuse to be here.
"I was spying on your men.", she whispered, in case they were overhearing what she was saying.
"You're kidding me! What's the point of our alliance if you keep doing this?", he said in a low voice.
"You don't give me enough information. I needed to know when the battle against South-City would start.", she hissed
"Onna you're insane.,", he remained silent before adding, "…you really scared me."
"Why?"
"For a moment I thought you were pregnant! I don't want bastards, especially from an Earthling."
She couldn't blame him, she didn't want to have children, not even with Yamcha. And he was a prince, he and his father were the only Saiyans who couldn't have mistresses.
"You have a mechanic tail?"
She nodded.
"And the eyes?"
"Black Lens."
"It fits you."
She smiled. Vegeta rarely gave her compliments.
"I... I better go."
"Wait here." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her on the bed.
"Since you're here, it'll be shame not to take advantage of it. Besides, if they hear us, it'll seem more realistic..." He smirked, and started to undress her.
Hum, I wish it were like this everytime I spy, she thought, with a smile.
When she got, Zorn was still there. Apparently, his office was in the royal wing, and he had heard everything about their intercourse. He was smirking, which made her blush, I'm so ashamed.
She got out of the palace; at least, she had everything she wanted, and more.
