Phew, life's been hectic this week and you know by now that I don't post chapters until I'm pleased… Aah! This is the longest chapter so far, yes it is super-duper long! I hope you enjoy it. it's a bit different than usual but I think you'll really like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.

Chapter 26: Eye to Eye

Though she had hardly slept this night, again, Bulma practically jumped out of bed. Determination shone in eyes, though she couldn't comprehend the situation completely, she vowed that she would take back control of her life. Today was the day of a new start in her life, of what she wasn't quite sure but this twilight zone she had been in for the last weeks, months had prepared her to take the next step, wherever it may lead. So first things first, her father. She had thought of a lie, believable and in a way she would be as honest as she could be with him. After that was Sok.

After her shower, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, and grabbed her usual outfit. Slowly walking towards her parents room, she knocked. Impatient as she was, after a minute of waiting she entered without permission. Their room was kept neat, thanks to her mom, and here and there they had been able to afford extra furniture. She never bother much with decorations, a cage, even a golden one, is a cage no less. But she smiled at how her mother was always able to give her own touch to everything.

'Bulma!' She heard a gasp behind her. Turning around to see a familiar blond smiling at her, Bulma smiled herself, 'Mom!'
Hugging her tightly, her mother let go to take a look at her daughter, 'Look at your hair! It's never been this long!' As trivial as it was to notice, Bulma was glad her mother was back to being herself. Sort of, she could still see the sadness shine through her eyes.
'I know!' She nodded, 'I might cut it…'
'No, don't!' Disagreeing, 'It looks beautiful on you. Now, let me take a good look at everything else.' She faked a stern expression on her face and playfully turned her daughter around. 'Just like I thought…' Pointing her finger at her daughter, 'More food, more sleep and less work!'
'Agreed!' Bulma laughed, happy to have this light hearted conversation with her. 'So, mom, where's dad?'
'Oh!' Disappointed to know her daughter was looking for her father and not here to visit her, her own smile fell. 'He already left.'
'Oh…' Bulma gave her mother a squeeze in her hand and a smile, as if reassuring her that wasn't the sole reason she was here, though it was actually. Her mother instantly brightened up at the gesture. 'I think he was going to grab coffee in the cafeteria first. I'm sure he could send an assistant to go get it but he insist on doing it himself…' Her mother went on about how her father could be quite stubborn and had weird habits, like that first would put on his left sock and shoe en then his right sock and shoe, '…Most people put on their socks and then their shoes! He also believes every person should understand the concept of a capsule, else one shouldn't use it. He's explained it a thousand times, every time I just nod, completely confused and—'
'Mom.' Bulma halted, not really paying attention to what she was saying but she had heard this rant before. 'You know how he can be… but he's a real sweetie pie.' she smiled, knowing it would lead to the wanted affect.
'Yes, indeed! A snuggle bunny!' The idea alone made her mother smile from ear to ear, and she clasped her hands together and envisioned holding him. Distraught at the idea, Bulma just nodded uncomfortable. 'Mom, I'm sorry but today I really don't have a lot of time…' She muttered, not wanting to give her too much information.
'Right! Right! You're an important scientist now!' The proud evidently shone through, 'But I do wish we talk more often…' Followed by a sad look, one her mother had mastered. She and her father were always easy victims. Instantly feeling bad, 'You know what mom, let's meet tonight. We'll eat together?'
'Oh! Is that possible?' She smiled sweetly. Though she asked so innocently, to her it was actually already a done deal. One Bulma wouldn't be able to get out.
'Around nine? I could be a little late…' She had to think of Vegeta after all.
'No, I'll wait!' Excited by their plans, she gave her another hug, 'Off you go!' Pushing her out the door, waving her off.
'Bye!' Bulma smiled back but as she was about to walk out her mother halted her again.
'Oh, Bulma… Now that I think about it… Did you and your father had a fight?' She whispered, not wanting to catch the attention of others now that the door was open.
'Ah, no.' Quickly shaking her head, 'Kind of a misunderstanding. I wanted to clear things up. Nothing to worry about, mom.' Noting her mother's concerned expression, she didn't like their already small family to be fighting.
'Good.' Pleased with the answer, she went back inside. Bulma stared for a few more seconds at the blonde, smiling how she was gradually becoming her usual self again. It was as if she was able to give everything a place. At that moment she realized her mother could never know of Sok and his alliance, she wouldn't be able to handle it.

Walking towards the cafeteria, hoping she'd be able to catch her father, she halted when she saw a group of Saiyans enter as well. She had forgot about them being there too, lately she had surrounded herself with only Earthlings, with the exception of Vegeta, but he was hard to avoid given her task. And Goku.

Her mind wandered back to Kakarot, and she briefly feared he was waiting inside for her. But she had never encountered him all these months she had come here, so why would he be there now? Taking a breath, Bulma decided to take her chances. She could always run back to her own room. Once the doors opened, she knew there was no turning back. Scanning the room for Kakarot, she let out a breath of relief when she did not see him anywhere. Taking small steps, she noted it was quite chaotic and that it was a busy hour apparently. Saiyans and Earthlings filled the room, and she tried to find the light hair of her father in the crowd of black, red, blond and other odd colors the Earthlings intended to have. Her eyes crossed with a pair of dark eyes, feeling her body instantly paralyze with fear. She had been so worried about Kakarot she had forgot about Cabba… who did come here on a frequent basis. Swallowing, she didn't dare to look away. He had obviously noticed her walking in and for the moment was simply staring at her. After a few seconds, he averted his eyes and appeared to be disinterested in what he had just seen. His comrades hadn't noticed her presence and he didn't point it out. It appeared the fight with Kakarot had had its willed affect, he would leave her alone. Turning on her heels, she quickly walked towards the exit not wanting to stay here another minute, 'Bulma!'

Her father made his way through the crowd, 'Bulma!' He repeated, hoping she had heard him. 'Dad.' She nodded, not wanting to make much of a scene. She didn't want to catch anyone's attention. Slowly walking next to her, 'I didn't know if you'd be working.'
'Oh, yes. I'll help fix the GR.' Bulma answered. Their conversation was a bit stiff and awkward, making her let out a sigh.
'If I knew, I would've waited and walk you to the lab.' He quietly said.
'Oh, you can't?' Not being able to hide her panic. She kept staring at him until he looked up, startled at seeing her so upset.
'No, no, of course I can.' He shook his head, walking with her towards the elevator.
'Dad.' Bulma spoke up after a long and awkward silence, 'I understand it all very well. I understand your concern.'
'Good.' He nodded. The events of yesterday had angered him even more and if he could, he'd forbid her to go back.
'I agree with what you said.' She nodded. He just looked at her, not certain if he could believe her or not.
'But.' She started, 'I do still want to be part of it all. And help where I can.' Bulma looked at her father, who remained stoic and was waiting for her to further explain. Faking a cough, she gather her courage, 'I still want to spy on Vegeta. I work with him, this is our only chance. I'll see what I can do but nothing that oversteps the boundaries.' She meant that, she really did. She just wasn't sure if it was an actual option.
'And how do propose to do that?' His low voice trembled a little, it was obvious he wasn't completely agreeing with her decision.
'Nothing specific… Just maybe talk to him whenever I can. I… I won't do anything stupid, dad.' Bulma added to reassure. He still seemed skeptical about it, 'And yesterday? What was that about?'
'I don't know, dad. He just lost all his self-control.' She had let out completely what had happened, and had told him, and everyone else, King Vegeta had simply lost his temper and destroyed everything in a fit of rage, which was true, but she had said she did not know the reason. Though she half did. All in all, she wasn't really lying that much, simply letting certain things out.
'What if he loses it again? Then what?' He asked angry.
'Dad, I can't avoid him. I work for him, specifically for him.' She pointed out, 'I hope just as much as you it won't happen again.' A long silence followed and she could tell her father had sunk in his own thoughts, noting he hadn't disagreed with anything she had said so far. Just a little more to completely win him over…
'I would never do something like that.' She repeated, grabbing his hand to give it a hard squeeze to reassure him. 'Promise me you won't tell anyone about the alliance, dad. Please?' She pleaded.
He hesitated on answering her, halting to look at the damage of her once lab. 'Everything is in ruins. You can't work here.' He pointed out.
'Dad?' She asked, ignoring his comment completely. She already knew how it looked, it was a miracle the place hadn't blown up completely. Another things she hadn't mentioned to her father, though he probably now had just figured out how lucky she had been.
'Of course not.' He whispered, 'I know and understand the importance of the matter. I'll help them just as much as you, perhaps more.'
'You'll keep me updated?'
He didn't answer but simply nodded, Bulma saw how his eyes were kind of watery and his face was full of concern. She could've said she wouldn't be a part of it, that she would distant herself from Sok and Vegeta but she knew he knew her too well and would see right through that lie. Now he thought she'd be somewhat safe and that was all he needed to know.
'I better ask for a pair of extra hands. Since Sok is—' She halted for moment, noting there were people passing them by, greeting them. Some had already started with the reconstruction and needed her opinion and help on a few matters. 'I'll be right with you.' She smiled politely.
'I'll help too—'
'No, no.' Bulma shook her hand, she needed him out of here. The less he knew, the better. 'I'll ask Sok… Since he had been so kind lately, I'm sure he'll help out too.' With his mouth half open, he simply nodded, surprised to hear her speak about Sok like that.
'You just make sure you stay out of trouble.' She smiled teasingly, he gave her a hesitant one in return. Turning around a few times before finally leaving. Bulma waved him off, putting on a bright face.

Sighing once he was out of view, she gathered her wits and started walking towards Sok's part of the department. The words repeated itself in her head and she was certain she'd get her way. Her father had been sneaky enough to use the excuse of exposing their alliance and if Sok was going to be difficult she too would use it against him. Nothing works as well with man like Sok as a bribe. Smirking at her own genius plan, she politely knocked. Waiting until she heard him yell come in. He immediately started ranting about how Briefs' Gravity Room was broken and how he hadn't heard of them since their last meeting. Clearly he was expecting someone else, an assistant or so.
'You know that is pretty dangerous.' Bulma spoke up, 'You don't even know who I am. A slip of the tongue and…' She let the rest of her sentence hang in the air. Cocking up an eyebrow when he turned around in surprise.
'There is nothing wrong with a complain about a fellow scientist. Nothing suspicious about that, I consider it rather normal.' He answered dismissively, obviously not impressed by her presumptuous tone of speaking. Bulma just smirked in reply.
'Well, what can I do to help you, Miss Briefs?' He asked, playing his usual persona again. His glasses had slide down the tip of his nose again and pushed them back up, impatiently awaiting her answer.
'Can we talk?' She mouthed towards him.
'Yes, of course.' Sok turned more serious. 'But over here.' Pointing towards his tiny desk. Well it was actually huge office but there was so many notes, prints and other things stacked up in the room, it appeared tinier then it was.

'I've been thinking.' Bulma started, seating herself in his guest chair. Sok didn't seem to like her over-confident persona much but remained quiet. 'Here's what I think should be done… or rather how it is going to go from here on out. You are going to help Kakarot. I mean either turn him into Goku or truly make him be Kakarot but I refuse to let you keep using him as a puppet. He was once a friend and I can't stand seeing him like this. I want you to stop, you now have someone else to spy for you, someone who is much closer to the King. Me.' Bulma paused for a second to see how he'd react but he stayed quiet, his expression was unreadable like always. Squinting her eyes for split seconds to glare with annoyance at him, she continued, 'I want you to do it as quick as possible.'
'Why would I do that? A source is a source, even the tiniest bit of information is useful.' Sok argued, tapping his fingers on his desk. She didn't know if she should take it as a sign of annoyance or anxiety.
'He saved the Earth countless of times. I think we owe him. We, Earthlings.' Bulma answered sincerely.
'He failed us.' Sok said by pointing out their situation, 'We don't owe him anything.' Shrugging at her words.
'Don't be so ungrateful, you have no idea how many times we saved the Earth!' Raising her voice in the progress, he signaled her to tone it down again. Obviously not wanting to alert anyone.
'Sure.' He shrugged again, not wanting to go into the argument any further. 'About turning him back to Goku… I'm afraid that is not possible. I could unblock his repressed feelings as a Saiyan but I can't unblock something that is not there. He was Goku because of the block in his mind, not because he was who he was. I'm afraid there isn't much I can do.' He explained, bored by her emotions and feelings towards the Saiyan. It was obvious he could care less.
'Fine.' Bulma heard her own voice tremble and she had to swallow a lump of overwhelming sadness. Knowing that Goku would never return was something she had prepared herself for but it appeared that for some things one was never truly ready. 'Then just make him Kakarot. Let him forget about everything, take out the chip, I don't care!'
'I admit I find him quite the trouble-maker myself… Always threatening everyone and his unpredictable nature is a hazard. I'll do what I can, Miss Briefs.' Sok agreed. Her temper ceased at hearing him agree on the matter.
'Another thing.' Bulma started again, feeling fear inside of her chest. 'I want to know everything. Every update, every idea. I want to be in charge. If I'm taking the big risks then I want something in return. Nothing goes by without my saying.'
After her speech it stayed eerie quiet in the room for the longest time. Sok simply stared at her, trying to see through what she could be up to. His cold eyes stayed locked on her the entire time until he finally averted his eyes and got up. Walking around in his office, in deep thought, he opened his mouth but immediately closed it again.

After another few passing minutes, he gathered his thoughts and spoke up again, 'Why this attitude, Miss Briefs?' He eventually settling for a simple question.
'Why not? You're not going to spend "extra time" with Vegeta, I am.' Bulma retorted. Though she was insinuating that she was indeed going to take such measures for the sake of mankind, she wasn't entirely out how exactly shewould do it.
'I see.' Sok stayed with his back to her, she could tell he was playing with his moustache, something he did whenever he was in deep thought. She didn't know him well but she had seen him do it once or twice. Mostly something brilliant followed, which made her worry because this could lead to a disadvantage.
'Anything else?' Sok asked dull, trying to make it appear he was disinterested in her childish demands.
'You're not allowed to tell me father. Not about me being in charge, not about me and Vegeta, not anything. As matter of fact, we never had this conversation and any other conversation that follows this one… never occurred.'
'So you're father isn't going to join us?' He asked, this time turning around. He wore a different expression, more as if he couldn't belief his dear old friend wasn't going to help his cause.
'Oh, yes he is. He just needs to think I'm not a part of it all.' Bulma explained, 'It's personal…' She muttered, not wanting to go into detail. Besides she had a hunch he already knew how it was, though she doubted Sok would ever understand.
'So… You want me to help Kakarot… You want to be in charge of our organization, one that I made… and you want me to keep this all quiet for your father?' Reciting everything in a sardonic tone.
'Yes.' Not paved by his manner of speaking, she still had an ace in the hand should he refuse.
'All for King Vegeta's secret?'
'You heard of what happened yesterday… What we have…' She didn't finish her sentence, to make it appear as if she and the King had something special and that indeed more had occurred. Though it was really more because she didn't know how to describe their complex relation.
'If you succeed… then yes.'
'What!? If I succeed!?' She gasped, 'You don't trust me?'
'I do… But I don't know if this will all lead to what we want. Understand my perspective, if you were me, would you just let someone else tell you all this and agree?' He asked her.
Though he made sense, her temper and dislike for him took over her logical mind. 'I can always go and tell the Saiyans… then what would you do?'
'Well, I would first of all have to say you'd be quite the fool to destroy Earth's chances like that and second of all, what makes you think they'd blame me for the organization? You know about it, so perhaps you were part of it all. You showed your dislike towards their King plenty of times in public. If I were quicker to react, and I would since I have more connections then you, you would be the one in the tight position.'
Perplexed by his deviousness, she just gaped at him. Touché, there wasn't much she could say back, he had her.
'Miss Briefs… I do understand what you wanted to do. But I'm not going to jeopardize everyone's safety for the conditions of your input… however, just like I said, should you be successful… I'm willing to work with you.'
Staying silent for a few minutes, noting he wasn't going to give her full charge of what he had produced. Which was logic, like he said if she was him, she wouldn't let this all happen either, not without a fight anyway. 'So…' Clicked her tongue, feeling a little uncomfortable, 'Where do we go from here?'
'You continue with your plan, Miss Briefs.' Sok answered, 'I'll remove the chip from Kakarot, making him truly Kakarot. With or without the memories, I cannot predict what effect it have.'
'And my father?'
'Will not know about our collaboration. As for us, I'll continue giving you my information, if you give me yours.'
'Deal.' She nodded. 'But you have to give me time, this isn't something I'll be able to do in a couple of days. And I don't want to miss out on updates because of that!' She wasn't leaving this room until she at least had the upper hand in the situation.
'Of course.' Sok agreed, nodding his head. 'I hope everything is sorted out now?'
'Everything is fine.' Bulma agreed, flashing him a smile. 'But I do need some help reconstructing the Gravity Room.'
He gave her a rare smile in return, nodding his head in agreement. Their conversation hadn't gone like she had expected but she knew he depended on her just as much as she on him. Underneath it all they had reached some sort of mutual agreement.

Now for the finale, Vegeta. She dragged her feet back to her own lab. She still hadn't completely figured that out. How does one get close to a man like Vegeta? She had to talk to him. Talk. She couldn't recall the last time they had a decent conversation. But there had been moments he had been kind and milder towards her… She just had to figure out what she did back then to make him act that way.

Vegeta was in a foul mood to say the least. Today, he couldn't train. Well at least not under a hundred times gravity. On top of that it was his own stupid fault, and since he rarely beat himself up over something, he took it out on every single person that dared to cross his path. What had he been thinking? All to get that minx' attention. He was simply too bored with his current life, that was why he was doing the most absurd things. He didn't know how to sit still. He couldn't remember ever being on one station for such a long time and now with his title as King, he doubt the future would be different. He couldn't wait to go out and take over other planets, travel further then Frieza had dared. The idea made him excited but it was nowhere near time for that. Looking at the soldiers and all his other loyal subordinates, he had to conclude that the plan in his head wouldn't be executed anytime soon. He glared at one of the Earthlings, sometimes it felt as if they were slowing him down on purpose. That their incompetence was played and that this was their way of rebelling. However if that was the case, they'd have to eventually give up and give in to his demands, unless they'd wanted their loved ones to die. It was ridiculous how easy it was to make them give in or make them beg. Pathetic creatures in his opinion. But also undeniable smart and handful tools for him.

The woman had exceeded herself with the Gravity Room. He hadn't thought she'd be able to pull it off. But when he had heard her speak, and she had tricked him into wearing what appeared to be a gravity-bracelet of some sort, he had found his respect for her grow. She really never gave up and when you pushed her, she would surprise you with her superior intelligence. Of course he'd never truly tell her that but he found that he made it obvious on how he stood towards her. At least to him it was obvious. He smirked at memory of his arm being pulled down by the gravity-bracelet. He didn't know if anyone else noticed, but he could see the gleam in her eyes. Secretly hoping he'd fall under pressure… Genius but quite naïve at times too.
Though all of that did not explain his foolish behavior of lately. Balding his fist at what had happened yesterday, he tried to analyze himself. He didn't need to explain the world what had occurred or his reasons but he owed himself an explanation. He felt like he was losing control. Of himself. Of the situation. Of everything. Why her? Because she challenged him? Because she never stopped fighting him. Because her tongue was as cunning and sharp as it was sweet and seductive? He still inwardly flinched at the words. Yes, he had left her with Frieza. And yes he had felt a something when he had done that. Not now because of what she had said but way back then he had felt something. He didn't know what it was and he hadn't dwelled on it either but now she had brought it back up and he didn't know what to say or do. To him it was something from the past, it didn't matter now.

Perhaps that was it, he suddenly thought. Perhaps that explained everything. She was a part of the past. Of before King Vegeta. Of before the revival of the Saiyan race. To her he was still the same bastard from the very beginning and she had feared him, hated him and defied him more than any other person on this planet. Perhaps the only person in this entire universe to do so. She was also the only one still breathing and living underneath his wrath. He had always found himself drawn to her but now… he realized that it perhaps when deeper than he was willing to admit. They were connected, a bond of hate and… something entirely different had formed between them. He couldn't deny how badly he wanted her physically, and how he felt that every interruption was just faith teasing him. Slowly driving him onto the borders of his sane mind. Getting out of his throne, making everyone kneel, he ignored them and walked out to the familiar halls of where he had met her every day for the pass month.

He saw her silhouette in the distance. The mere sight made his senses sharpen. Forcing him to a deep breath, he smirked. He couldn't help but feel excited to see her again, he was anticipating on how her reaction would be. Unpredictable, complex and temperamental as she was, one could never truly know how she would be. Another thing he liked about the woman.
'Woman.' He barked, his voice was steady and raw, nothing like he was actually feeling but years of being under Frieza had thought him well how to hide his feelings. Now underneath the watchful eyes of Saiyans, he had to do the same again and of course it was simply a part of him.
Slowly turning around, he could see how her breath got stuck in her throat and how she didn't quite know how to act art first. Startled and surprised. His eyes lingered on her lips for a split second, when she noticed she closed her mouth immediately. But when their eyes met she couldn't suppress a light pink reaching her cheeks, making her look away.
Still averting eye-contact she did answer his unspoken question, 'I believe if we continue at this pace then by tomorrow it should be finished and you can continue your training. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.' Her voice was soft like always but monotone. He took note she rarely talked like that, in spite of being surrounded by others, and missed the venomous undertone she would normally use to show her feelings.
'Ridiculous.' He muttered, 'Work faster. I don't have the time to sit around and wait because your people are too slow and stupid to do something so simple.'
'I assure you,' There it was, the angry tone she had left out before, 'We are working as fast as we can.'
'Incompetence.' He gritted, awaiting her reaction, which she didn't give at first but she then did, but by simply turning her head slightly to glare at him. He could tell she wanted to say something but she dismissed the idea and resumed her task, ignoring him for most of the part. After a long silence and simply watching the Earthlings work, which both bored him, he spoke up again.
'Can't be so difficult to rebuild something you've made before.' He spoke in a lower tone, so now only she would hear. Her head snapped up and she turned on her heels to look at him. 'It is difficult and we are working as hard as we can! If you don't like how long this is taking then next time don't go on a rampage! And I assure you, I'm not incompetent at all, I made this. If it weren't for me, you'd still be waiting.' Her snippy answer angered him but at the same time it made him content, this was how she was supposed to behave. He didn't think the last event would have much effect on her personality, though he had proven to himself multiple times that if he acted violent or aggressive towards her and threatened her, she would always quiet down. Only for a short amount of time though as proven. The thought made him smirk.

But he could tell she still wasn't behaving like usual, and it agitated him for some reason. After her little outburst, she composed herself and took on the same persona as before. Bored with her antics, he tried several times to offend her again and make her lose her temper but it seemed she was set on sticking to her new demeanor. Completely annoyed, he let out a low growl and sat himself down in a room where he could actually watch the reconstruction. Dismissing the Saiyans that had accompanied him, so he could think for a moment, instead of hearing them whine about how this was boring to watch. He acknowledge his people had little perceptive of things that went beyond battlefields. He let out a huff, staring at the little people below him who seemed to be even more stressed under his watchful eye. As if she had been waiting, he sensed the woman walking into his direction. When she entered, she was all by herself and the expression she wore was foreign to him. She could be unreadable at times. But that was what made her so exciting he supposed, that he could never quite tell himself where he stood with her.

'Can we talk?' Her voice was softer, the mask from earlier had fallen off. She fumbled with her clothes a little, appearing to be nervous. He cocked an eyebrow at her, finding it strange to see her behave like this.
He shrugged, pretending to not care about what she was about to say and simply waved at her to continue. Disinterested and cold, but in all honestly he was beyond curious to what she had to say.
'About yesterday…' She started, taking a deep breath in order to continue, 'What… What exactly happened? What is this?' Bulma stayed put to where she was standing, and he could tell she was keeping her distance.
'What is what, woman?' He snickered, 'Are you being childish and pretend to not know what this is?'
'No.' She gave a firm reply, agitated by how he was interpreting her words. 'What I meant was, what exactly did you expect? That I would just give in and let go?' Her voice trembled and she probably had to keep herself from shouting at him.
'Woman, stop being so sentimental. I don't care about any of that.'
'Well, I do. Please, stop.' She stressed, being back to her more milder persona. He stared long at her, surprised and startled, wondering what she wanted to accomplish with this new approach. An idea crossed his mind and he had to avoid smirking at her, deciding to play along. 'Stop?' He echoed, keeping his face blank, his voice holding a hint of surprise.
'Yes, I don't want… this to go any further.' She averted her eyes off his. She jumped when he got up from his seat and slowly walked towards her. Noticing that her eyes widened when he walked towards her, he could practically hear her heart race. Though she was telling him not, and he himself had told himself numerous to indeed stop this, he couldn't help but see her eyes lit up with expectation. Something he found rather seductive, though she probably did it unaware. In all honestly, he never quite knew how he'd react himself, he always did what he felt like, without considering others. Grabbing her chin, she let out a breath of air, the soft breeze on his skin made him almost lose control. 'Woman,' He voice was lower and he could feel her fear and excitement at the same time, 'Why do we need to stop?'
'Because…' She whispered back, 'Because it's wrong.'
'Your mine. I'll do what I'll please.' He whispered back, 'I decide.'
'But it doesn't make it less wrong… You did so many awful things to—' He didn't let her finished her sentence and she didn't protest to his protest to listen further. As their tongues battled over and over, he forgot completely what he was doing. And once again she managed to make him forget everything and let go, throwing himself at her mercy. His arms snaked around her tiny waist and he pressed her on to his own body, feeling her curves, breathing in her scent. Her small hands could be felt on his arms and she compelled to his demands as he did to hers. If he was honest, he didn't quite know himself what this was and he didn't care either. He just knew he wanted it and if she was being genuine with herself, she would acknowledge she wanted it just as much.

Eventually she pulled back, gasping for air but for once not taking a distance from him, keeping her forehead pressed to his. He didn't know what was going on behind those blue eyes of hers but he noted he had never seen anything quite more beautiful than those determined, fierce eyes of hers, swirling with emotions and thoughts. He had never found women very interesting, they were solely there for entertainment and producing heirs. He knew his point of view on them was shallow and harsh but it was a part of his culture and he had never had the opportunity to view them differently. When she placed her hand on his cheek, she surprised him by continuing, which he didn't protest to at all. He had to conclude that perhaps she was the first to change that view. To change him.

Trailing her neck with openmouthed kisses, she moaned, her hands going through his hair. He when back to her mouth, and she welcomed him with another deep kiss. His hand traveled down and her grabbed the curves of her backside, pushing them up against him. He wanted her to feel, feel what she managed to do to him. And she answered him with a moan in his ear, and her hands greedily wandering around. Grabbing the back of her head, he licked the sensitive skin underneath her ear all the way down to her collarbone, lifting her op more so he could go lower. Their session was abruptly ended by someone calling for her. As if she was awoken, she took a few deep breaths and licked her lips, combing her hair. Slowly letting her down, but not letting her go, he awaited what she would say. But it seemed he had managed to make her speechless because her mouth opened and closed a few times but nothing came out. She seemed to be in a state of daze.
'I…' She swallowed, her hands still around his neck, 'I…' She shrugged, as if telling him she didn't quite know what to say to him or what to feel.
Again her name was being called, whoever it was now closer to them. And it felt as if they were running out of time. Which of course in his opinion they weren't, and normally he would've just barked at whoever dared to interrupt but he felt as if he had finally reached what he had wanted for a very long time. Her submissiveness to him was undeniable here, although he had to make the same small sacrifice for her himself, but he didn't mind that. It was a part of their game and he wouldn't respect her if she didn't kept their balance in some way.
'I need to go.' Was all she blurted out, untangling herself from him and practically running out of the room without further explanation. He had to keep himself in check from not losing his temper and destroy another part of their department, something she wouldn't be able to appreciate. So instead he settled for returning to his own room, and taking a very long cold shower.

Today felt like the longest day of his life, he was used to always be out on a mission, plunging planets, or training until he collapsed, so he didn't quite know what to when he ended up not doing one of those two things. It felt like his first day as King on planet Vegeta, personally he found the role boring and dreadful. So after a while, when he had more than enough of their rules and rituals, which reminded him somewhat of his time with Frieza, so he hated them a great deal, he let his father take over most of his duties. The old King was more than content when hearing the news and gladly took over from him, and in a way Vegeta found him much more suitable for the job, he had grown up here, to his father, this planet was truly home. For him… He didn't quite know where he stood with it. He had always viewed it as "home" and it was rightfully his planet but he had only spend a short amount of years on it. Most of which he couldn't remember due to being too young. He huffed at the view he got through his large windows, the red planet was extraordinary and beautiful but nothing here made him want to stay. He longed to go out and fight.

It was almost night and he had successfully made sure no one disturbed him all day. So when he heard a knock on the door, he knew exactly who it was. He could smell her sweet perfume but fell no need to indulge into her. So when one of his concubines entered, he dismissed her. Like he had every night since the past week. Nothing less exciting then sleeping with a creature that does not make you feel anything, that does not feel anything towards you, no fear, no lust, nothing. He thought it would relief her in some way but it seemed as if it hurt her pride that he was no longer interested. Or perhaps she feared she'd lose all the advantages of being the King's concubine. Which were none, she was just another servant in his opinion. But it did keep her out of trouble, he did not tolerate others hurting his property. Which brought back the memory of the woman's neck. Though he had touched and kissed her neck hours ago and had seen the purple bruises on her skin, he had blatantly ignored them. Well, his mind wasn't very clear at that exact moment but it still angered him when he thought about it. He'd have to do something about Kakarot touching her. He knew all too well he wasn't allowed.

He had pondered enough for today. Determined about his thoughts, he got up. Deciding to settle this once and for all. This planet did not offer anything he longed for and if it was going to imprison him much longer, he'd blow it up again. But knowing those actions would solely lead to regret, he decided that a good fight of some sorts would ease his mind and body. He'd first would have find the bastard.

It appeared the third class Soldier had disappeared because he could not find him and when he requested his presence and send a squad to look for him, only one Soldier dared to return to him, trembling on his knees, reporting they could not locate Kakarot. It made him furious but he hid his thought and simply dismissed the soldier. Disappointed and angered he had to accept the fact that this wasn't going to be settled today but noted that Kakarot couldn't hide from him for long, he was the King after all.

Though the planet was alive during the night, in the faculties where they kept the Earthlings it was deadly silent. He didn't quite know what he was doing here, why he was walking here aimlessly. But before he knew it he stood before her door. The last time he had stood here, he had denied himself a taste of her sweet lips and had hated himself for being empathetic with her. She had not been feeling well that day. He could still see her tremble and he could tell back then she really didn't want anything from him. But as in lately, that had changed. Completely.

Without a knock, he entered, finding her awake, sitting on the bed. She seemed shocked and for a moment and panic shone through her eyes but as soon as she saw it was him, she relaxed again. She had been combing her hair, that appeared to be damp. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe, he concluded she had just come out of the shower and that she had probably only entered an hour ago.
'Vegeta.' The way she had said his name was almost a formal way of greeting him but he could hear it in her voice. He could feel it in his veins again. Her scent was overwhelming to him. Without speaking, he walked towards, and she met him half-way. He didn't know what had changed her mind, perhaps it was their undeniable attraction to one another. When she deepened the kiss, he could feel it; she was indulging into him, obliging to his will and crossing the borders they had once set.
When they pulled back, gasping both for air. Their eyes locked on one another. He awaited for her to either speak or continue, on or the other was inevitable. When she did nothing he let out a growl of impatience and took lead again, pulling her in. He could feel her lips mumble, 'Eye to eye…' The thoughts that ran through her head were enigmatic for him, but somehow he understood exactly what she meant by that.

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