Hunted
A/N: Here's the next chapter, Yeah you guys have your ideas on which option plays out. Don't worry someone makes the choice and a return. Along with some more entertainment.
Please Enjoy :D
Bulma looked up at Vegeta and blinked.
"Talk to him?" She asked, very confused.
He nodded.
"You can talk to your son, he can understand you. Your thoughts can be sent to him. The boy is a half saiyan, i'm more than certain his ki and your own are linked. It would be easy to lessen your pain."
She stared at him, as if he was crazy. There was no way she could just talk to her baby, it wasn't even born, how would it even understand her? What choice did she have though? She hadn't thought of anything like this before. She hadn't imagined this being a actual thing.
Of course, this wasn't a human pregnancy. It was a hybrid, maybe it formed bonds with his parents inside of the womb. That was still an extreme thing for her mind to rationalize.
Bulma took a deep breath before setting her hand softly on her stomach. I understand, you want to know your dad. I know that Veneta seemed like she wanted him to be a father, I just never imagined him wanting to be a father to you.
If Vegeta was actually going to be a father or around their son, that does not mean keeping him in her life. Which she had been trying to avoid. Though, as she let her mind wander, would she keep her child from his father?
She didn't want her son to experience life without a father figure. Her mind told her that having a male to bond with was important. She had grown up with her own father and she could feel the impact he had on her life. Would she leave a void for her own child?
She could imagine that Vegeta would at least want to be around his own son. He probably wouldn't ever love his child, but he would at least care about him. She wasn't going to ask about what he felt right now. That situation was just too much for what was going on. Buma wanted to be selfish and keep her child away from him, but she knew it would be wrong. She sighed as she closed her eyes.
I'm sorry for being this way. She needed to tell her son that. She felt guilty about having such thoughts. You just want to know your Dad, and I'm trying to keep him from you. Maybe I deserve this pain you're giving me.
Vegeta was a saiyan, and he understood his heritage. She didn't know how she would handle his powers growing up, would he have the ability to become a giant ape monster? If her son had a tail how could she explain all of that information for him?
Bulma felt her heart being constricted. She didn't know what to do. She felt the pain starting to return and making it hard for her to focus. She leaned back, her head falling along the top of the couch. She didn't want to deal with the future right now, she had enough stress to deal with as it was.
I'm sorry, she told him again.
Before she could allow herself to think, the world around her changed.
She wasn't on her couch anymore. She was back in her room, Vegeta's eyes were on her. She could only wonder as to why. Nonetheless she could only have guessed that she probably fainted or just passed out. Her baby boy was already making her mom's life a challenge.
"Did I?" She asked, her eyes looking towards him. It seemed to only bother her that she didn't have control over her own body anymore.
"You did," He replied, "Did you make your choice woman?"
Bulma bit her bottom lip, she was still somewhat angry.
"I'm fine for now, I can handle a little pain."
Usually, she'd expect him to just get up and walk away. But he didn't, he remained sitting there across the room from her.
"I will not force you woman, but your suffering will only get worse. I ask again, are you sure you do not wish for my energy to calm him."
Bulma closed her eyes, focusing on herself. She didn't want to rely on anyone else, she didn't need anyone else.
"No," She answered, in a soft whisper.
He said nothing, he could already tell what she was thinking.
"You will rest, I have training to attend to." With that said, he got up from his chair and walked out from the room.
He expected her to be needing him again. Stubborn woman.
[***]
Several hours later, Bulma was outside just taking a walk, not even for any reason. She just needed to be out of the house. She just kept her thoughts to herself, not dressed with any sort of her usual flair. She just felt better out in the fresh air.
Though that didn't mean she had felt wholly normal again, the soft rumble of feet behind her reminded that she was never alone.
Phoenix never said anything to her, the entire time he was behind her. The more time that passed, she tried to widen the distance between them. She turned into a park. The pain in her stomach returning. But she did not try and let it affect her.
But then she felt something…
She paused halfway around the trail as a feeling overcame her. The sound of silence becoming more threatening than it was peaceful. She stumbled grabbing at a bench as her body was almost forcing her to the ground.
She felt something, it slid down her leg. Bulma's eyes looked down and saw a line of blood dripping down her leg. Her breathing hitched for a moment, she felt frozen. She took a breath, her mind trying to wonder how she had cut herself?
Was she being paranoid?
She tried to get up but two large hands grasped at her shoulder. "You are injured." The cold mechanical voice said, as she turned to see her silent protector now fully in the open.
Bulma couldn't speak, her head felt funny. She was dizzy, but it didn't make any sense. She was growing tired. She tried to grab at his hands but she merely fumbled over his smooth metal cover.
Phoenix felt something as well, but it wasn't her symptoms. His visor flashed red, as he detected something foreign around them. He could sense the blood coming from her right away but he could not tell how it had occured. Someone was there, and they were coming for her.
He was her guardian, she was vulnerable, weak, and fragile. They would not harm her. He was going to fight, but he would not do it alone.
A slight mist appeared from nowhere, Phoenix stepped forward his large figure blocking Bulma's own as two large blades shot from his wrists outward, a spark of glowing electrical power fired around them. He
Bulma was dizzy, she saw Phoenix as if he was going to fight. Was someone trying to attack her? Was he right?
Through the haze, she felt something coming, and she knew who it was. Without a sound, she was only able to gulp hard, she scanned around trying to see what was happening. This wasn't fog, it couldn't be happening right where she was.
She heard Phoenix shouting in some strange language as he slashed at the air, he moved forwards and her head was pounding. Then it happened again. She felt another line of blood running down her other leg. She was being attacked!?
Her brain realized that fact, someone was attacking her! She felt her mind slipping down further as sounds echoed all around her. Her eyes were half closed, as her consciousness slipped.
Help… me…
Vegeta slammed down from the sky, landing right on his knees in a very dramatic entrance. His eyes sparked teal for the first time since coming here. His black ebony hair turned into a brilliant gold. He felt rage boiling out inside of him, as something clawed deep from within him. Vegeta felt it too, as he slipped back into a dream. He thought he was in control? No… He was not in control, his Oozaru was rushing through him. The rage was real, it was too much.
The first thing he felt was Bulma. She was in pain, she was bleeding. His eyes looked towards Phoenix, his was blade shoved into the throat of an orange skinned alien.
Vegeta didn't hesitate as he jumped to the side, his fist connecting with another orange freak, he thought he could conceal himself in the brush. His fear was alive in his face, Vegeta drew him upwards his teal eyes burning with rage.
"Who sent you?" He said, growling his grip tightening around the being's throat.
The growl echoed as he slammed his other hand upon his forehead. He saw the fear in his eyes, it was bittersweet. He had come to save his mate, but now he all but confirmed the danger, she thought she was safe on this world? Clearly someone knew information about his whereabouts and more disturbingly Bulma.
"Please don't kill me, we wer-" He was being choked as Vegeta's fist tightened further. "I-" he gargled as Vegeta's grip slightly released. "Just to track." He wheezed trying to pry away the prince's fingers. "Not to harm."
His plea was pathetic. He didn't know how everything had gone wrong, that fool had done something. All they were supposed to do was watch. They were tracking the mate of Prince Vegeta, it was almost certain death if they were caught.
Vegeta snarled slamming him down into the ground, grinding his face into the concrete.
"Do you see her," He demanded, his eyes snapping to the streaks of blood. "You attacked her."
His patience and temper were at their limit, he was in no mood to see her harmed. His anger was spiking and he was quickly losing the desire to question him. It was a fire inside of him. He needed to punish those responsible for trying to hurt who belonged…
No… she's not worth it! He snarled again, he was not believing such foolishness. He needed her.
He got no more answers, as his hand crushed his skull into his fingers. The satisfaction of feeling him die was not there at all. Vegeta quickly sniffed and sensed around to detect other beings. As Phoenix was holding the severed head of another fool on his blade.
"Run," A voice screamed but Vegeta would have none of that.
"You will all pay for this affront to me!" He would have no one escape, they would learn. He would not have any more parasites trying to attack her and perhaps ending her life.
The sky exploded as several more bodies simply erupted from Vegeta's power.
"I'm sorry Lord, they were cloaked. I did not sense any life until they struck her. I beg forgiveness." The guardian exclaimed coming towards the prince who looked over Bulma.
He didn't care about his words, he slipped down beside her. He had hidden himself from the foreign thoughts of his other half for so long. It had taken Bulma's pain and shock to snap him loose. He could smell her blood lingering in the air and he was furious at that fact.
Once again, he was reunited with her. He had been tricked by her, he had thought her willing, happy, and loyal. His mind was spinning as he smelled her scent, it was a powerful drug. He was so furious that she had left him. He had only wanted to love her, and yet what had she did was to throw it all away and leave him.
Bulma was still in pain, she was drained, and felt like she was going to be sick. Her eyes were shut and she just wanted to rest but couldn't. Why would this happen? She couldn't even understand how anyone would know that she was his mate. She was a woman who hadn't done anything wrong to them and they were trying to kill her?
She felt herself being lifted upwards. This wasn't Phoenix as she knew that touch around her. She managed to crack her eyes and she looked up into his eyes. They were not black, they were not teal, they were red. Her fear of him returned, this wasn't her Vegeta. This was the one who had brought about this entire mess.
Her heart was beating up in her throat, she was begging and praying to herself. Bulma tried to focus, Vegeta said he had control, that it wouldn't happen again. Yet it was happening and he was looking down at her. She was being overwhelmed as he held her so close but she was still terrified of him.
"Why did you leave me?"
His pain evident on his face, the betrayal she made him almost made his eyes feel watery. But the anger was still there as his anger and fangs flashed down at her, looking to make her submit. Bulma was frozen, she could not move, or even speak.
"I would have given you anything." He leaned his head down closer.
"Your happiness meant everything to me, I chose you, I loved you." His breath was rolling across her face.
"You lied, everything was a lie." He growled his forehead pressing against her own.
She moved to push away but it was all but futile. The Oozaru had his mate again, he wasn't letting her slip away from his control ever again. He wouldn't let her succeed.
She was going to be with him, she was his and she would never leave him again. No matter what his other part believed, she was his. He needed to know why, why was Haven so bad? She could have anything, so why!?
"Explain yourself, now!" he demanded, his voice echoing loudly.
Bulma felt herself wanting to cry at her situation but she clenched her fists.
"Because you're nothing but a monster," she told him.
Vegeta knew that and understood her refusal to be with him, but she didn't know that deep inside of Vegeta his primal side did not accept that. He didn't see her heart as something he could possess, but expected her to just give in to him. Her love in his eyes came from her being with him, he had chosen her, why did she not understand that she was just supposed to love him. He was powerful, he gave her a child, he chose her, why could she not see how much he gave up for her.
His eyes widened, his grips on her body also tightened. He was surely going to leave marks, but he was not going to hurt her. He would punish her as she deserved, no mate ran away from him. But she would not now, she was carrying his child and to harm them both was below him.
He looked into her eyes, he came here as soon as he felt her distress, he would sacrifice anything for her.
Why did she not understand?
Then from nowhere he felt it, he was distracted by the situation as he looked towards her stomach and it was his son. It was reaching out, calling to him.
"Our child is in pain." He said his tone and features softening.
Bulma's panicked eyes flicked to her stomach. Was this something else? Vegeta had told her everything. His arm held her secure as he brought his other hand and smoothed it over her stomach. He felt her again, it was bliss to have her so close with him. She was warm, soft, and more beautiful than ever.
She had refused his offer to soothe her pain, but he was not going to ask for permission. He nuzzled her face, his lips dipping down to softly nip and lick at the side of her neck where her mating mark was. Tasting her delicious skin, it distracted his mate as his ki surged outwards from his palm and soon coursed through her body.
Bulma felt her body lighten instantly, the pain fading into a wash of something else that electrified her body. She didn't want this Vegeta. She should've known that he couldn't have gained such complete control.
Was he so inept to be able to control himself?
Vegeta licked her skin, when he felt her scent. God's, he wanted more of her, no he needed more of her. His emotions were boiling over. How long he had gone without her body, and her presence. It was making him weak.
It was why another flash came through his eyes and Vegeta's head stopped as a vein ran over his forehead.
His head pulled back, with his hands still holding her tight. It had only taken a moment, a single lapse and gained control. His red eyes shifted, the anger slipping away to fall back to the mask that took over his face. Why did he feel himself slip away? He growled as he looked away from her, black color filed his eyes. Along with all of his emotion.
There holding her was Vegeta, the prince and not the beast inside.
Bulma found herself breathing eaiser. It was comforting to have Vegeta back to normal. Well, that a was a slight stretch as he was only better than the monster who had her moments ago. Bulma felt her body grew heavy, as she was just exhausted.
Too many emotions for one day.
She was far lost on what had happened, that she did not notice the pain had all but faded from her body. Vegeta steadied himself, taking one full deep breath. He did not know what had happened, but he had heard her cry out, their bond still existed even if barely. He had torn free from his training, and he knew that he did not have full control over himself. His other half clearly desired Bulma, but fortunately nothing had happened. She was relieved, alive, and only slightly injured. He would take her back to her home.
He didn't look down at her as he slipped into the air, a slow pace as too not have her stress go too high.
"You are going back, I will have your wounds cleaned," He said, his tone low and detached.
Deep inside, they were both relieved that nothing else had happened. But Vegeta's mind prickled with the notion someone had come to hunt his mate.
I have work to do…
R&R
MB
