Chapter 6: Constrained

Warning: (M) Contains gore, sensitive subjects, and suggestive content.

Rating: (T-M) Not for Kids.

Pairings: Bulma/Vegeta, etc.

A/N: You know... It may seem things are progressing very quickly between Vegeta and Bulma, but it is mostly because she's a Saiyan. Being a human in the show, Vegeta thinks of her as inferior (and even now in this story) but because she's a Saiyan, he, instinctively, treats her as part of him. Of course, he hates that, being Vegeta. So... expect a lot of problems.

Also, things may be different, but they will head to Earth. Radditz is still looking for Goku, so... Trust me, the Z fighters will appear eventually, and it's going to be interesting to see.

Again though... She's a Saiyan. So, she'd probably be rude if they're rude to her first. Because she already has that fiery spirit in the show, her attitude would be twice as bad. And the funny thing is, people would have a right to fear her considering her power. Currently, she's stronger than any single of them, even Goku!

Haha! As if they didn't already fear her... But you get the deal.

[. . .]

"Spend most of your life ruled by another! Watch your race dwindle to a handful! And then, tell me what has more meaning than your own strength!" - Vegeta.

[. . .]

Her scent.

It was everywhere.

From his room and even in the training area on the other side of the ship that he went to avoid her, her scent lingered irritatingly inside his nose. No matter what he would do, nothing could get the stupid, wretched female away from his head. He worked for hours, avoided her for most of his time that he should have spent getting impossible rest, and still, she would stay, plaguing his mind, controlling his thoughts, bringing odd sensations and urges he had not been aware he had.

Not that she had any realization of that, though. He didn't get close enough toward her to allow that. After all, if he did, she would be able to detect most of his moods with her sense of smell, or kami forbid, with their microscopic, but quite persisting bond. (One he realized was forming...) Well, the most potent ones. He trained himself fashionably well to hide most, if not all.

All... But one he didn't think he'd ever need.

And he cursed her arrival for that very reason.

Bringing her with him was a mistake. He should have been continuing the normal day-to-day torture of his insufferable prison in Frieza's empire. But then this... woman had to appear, and he, of all things, had acted beyond stupid than he ever had.

Why would he take her? This... These emotions, already, causing him to lose his damn sanity, torturing him more than anything else.

Two days already spent awake without daring to return to his room, punching the air, doing nothing to deplete his energy. Nothing of a distraction, nothing but just constant disturbances of her. No missions to do, no planets to purge, no lives to destroy.

No distractions. No distractions from her.

She had entered his mind. If only slightly, while he had let his primal urge to redolence her get to him that fateful moment. In turn, he had done the same, seeking out her mind. If not for his strong will and immediate disgust he had with himself, he would have delved further, seeing more things than he would have liked.

Something kept pulling him to discover more, but her mental walls were up. If he wanted to, he could have easily torn them down. But he didn't want to. No, he wanted to get rid of her.

He wanted to destroy her instead.

He was going to do it.

The Prince stopped punching the air and glared harshly at the same torturing metal.

He was so close in releasing that ball of energy, right toward her face. So ready to end her life, he could recall the immediate enriching sensation he felt when he saw the fear in her luminescent orbs. Fear, though repressed by her sheer will, he could sense, see, and almost feel.

Which prompted him to stop. In that instantaneous second, he felt his hand release, and then drop, halting his intentions. Going against every fiber of his being, all the satisfaction he would have felt, his body refused to conduct his heinous act. A bone-chattering, cold enveloped him, seeming as a numbed feeling that pinched uncomfortably in his chest.

In confusion, Vegeta's mercy became fury. He could smell the same from her only seconds ago. But upon telling her about what the pill truly was...

Her body relaxed.

And yet again, his mind was fiddled with painful confusion.

Vegeta felt cowardly. He was no runner, no man to ever back down from a fight no matter if the odds were impossible. He was Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans. He did not run. Not from her, not from anyone.

This girl made him do just that, even if he refused to admit it so openly to himself.

And this angered him.

Cold settled in his angered eyes yet again, and though unwanting, he squared his shoulders and left for his room.

It was time he would rid her meddling from his existence.

[. . .]

Bulma found herself roughly woken.

If she counted right, two days passed by, both painless and fruitless thanks to Nappa's constant appearance and Raditz's insistent watching. Granted, she had yet to meet both Saiyans properly, but they sure as hell seemed to recognize her intentions quite well. And though remaining conduct under Prince Vegeta's orders, she had half a mind to fight them both and leave.

However... Her energy was running low, and the pill the prince brought to her only sustained her for a day and a half. Not to mention that she'd also get lost if she attempted to explore the ship. Tired, and lost? That combination didn't sound comforting. She was glad the spar that she had been told would chance with Vegeta didn't happen. As of this moment, she was starving, not including weak.

And now... hurting from her left side. "Ow," She sibilated, sitting up as her hand went to hold her hurt side, "What the hell?" She blinked, slowly adjusting her eyes to her surroundings. Cold metal touched her back instead of the soft cot that was Vegeta's bed, and, puzzled, she glanced around, searching for whatever made her move to give it a piece of her mind.

A high power level made her freeze. Her eyes widened and further complaints died in her throat when she saw Vegeta standing not too far from her "...Vegeta," She murmured, neutral in her tone of voice, hoping that the shaking wouldn't be so apparent.

"Get up," He snarled, walking toward her with a fierce glare and impatient crossed arms.

She paused, unsure of what to make of him or what to do when he stood in front of her, expecting something.

In that very second, her past insights phased through her head again, plans running wildly. She debated, quite profusely as her eyes darted around his body, determining which approach would be best, or which she would want to do. Instinct told her to prepare for an attack, but emotions planted her firmly still.

Part of her wanted to thank him for getting her the pill, and among other things that she shouldn't really be thanking him for. She thought hard about it, reconsidering her ideal of fairness and sanity. Maybe because she was an adventurous and crazy female that didn't fear a lot of things, she wanted to express her appreciation.

That side of her wanted to be kind and hoped he would return the sentiment.

Though her more logical and angry side wanted nothing more but to yell at him and demand him to make up for leaving her alone in his stupid room and for even daring to kick her awake and among other baffled experiences she had to endure. Assuming it was a kick... Her side felt like it was pulsating with pain.

Even so, internal conflict wedged itself into her like a knife through her chest that should have never been there, and she was unsure whether to follow his command or stay as she was, considering her pride was just flicked.

Confused, she went with her indifferent approach. "...Are we going somewhere?" She asked, carefully standing to sniff the area and see what exact emotions he radiated. Her stomach flipped uncomfortably when she could sense nothing but anger from him. Considering his Ki kept fluctuating...

Backing up, she wrapped her tail around her waist protectively.

The Prince's eyes remained glued to her face. Vegeta stared at her heatedly, angry at himself that upon coming in, his previous aims flickered to more... instinctual primal urges. The ones that wanted him to take her while she was asleep. He had well body restraint, and he was no fool as every other who let their impulses take over.

But this? This cowardice to stop? To leave her alive to torture him more? It disturbed him more than anything.

Vegeta was confused only once in his lifetime and vowed he would never experience such an annoying emotion ever again. He thought strategically, creating and making decisions that he fully well knew the outcome to. He was a prepared man. For him to become confused so easily... It was cowardly, in his eyes, and he was angry about such a fact.

He did not know what to do with this girl. Again, the decisions he produced wained him.

It was his decision to grab her and bring her to this ship. So, it was his responsibility—his fault—that he now had a mouth to feed, a body that kept him company, and a mind to rebel against him at every waking turn. He needed to deal with it, whether he understood it or not. It was a promise he never spoke aloud nor thought of. A Saiyan Prince who kept his word.

Unintentionally, he had promised this female Saiyan shelter.

Bulma felt his energy spike. Her body froze, preparing herself for a fight.

Before he could even muster up a controlled answer to her vexatious question, his scouter beeped and blinked red. His blood ran cold when it powered on without his manual press of a button, and a message popped up.

It was no ordinary message, no, such things didn't exist. It was a mission.

An order that Frieza sent.

Bulma suppressed her anger. "It turned on by itself again," She informed more to himself than him, fascinated while watching him quickly turn away from her and face the wall.

He didn't answer her. In fact, he made sure not to, in trepidation that the scouter would manage to pick her voice up. He hoped his movement spared her visage.

Briefly and silently, Vegeta read the information that flashed within the red glass, reading over the lines in a photographic memory. Upon finishing, he quickly turned the object off and threw it on the ground.

Bulma frowned, "What—"

His foot came down and smashed it.

She, bewildered, looked at the prince. "Why did you...?"

"Malfunction," He answered, bothered now rather than angry.

"Oh," She said and crossed her arms. "You could've given it to me, I could've fixed it."

Vegeta scowled. "No. Your pathetic work ethics are trivial compared to this technology," He stated factually.

Bulma felt a vein pulse in her head. It took all it could to keep her mouth from spewing insults at him left and right. Her curiosity was getting the better of her, and she couldn't afford to be rude and lose any complacency the prince had. Despite that, she had thought it proper to correct him. "I'll have you know I'm the best person in technology," She spat, clenching her upper arms.

Vegeta remained quiet. He recalled seeing flashes of various types of devices in the few seconds he went into her head while he had scented her, and so, he figured she was either aware of various equipment or telling the truth.

Either way, he didn't care.

She took his silence as an opportunity to ask. "What did it say?" She asked, assuming it was a message from the way his eye followed the bright letters popping up to read from the scouter earlier.

Vegeta scoffed. "Nothing you need to know."

"Well screw you too, then," She grumbled, discarding her previous thought of playing nice. 'What the hell does it take to get this guy to stop being such a dick?' She thought in irritation, chewing on the inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying anything else. She felt worn since the stupid brat of a prince cuffed her, and she knew she couldn't take him on in her state, especially after only drinking a simple pill for the past few days.

Her rising fury diminished when she saw Vegeta's expression shift from anger to blankness. To her, it looked like he was contemplating something. Bulma was not sure what to feel; fear, out of the slight tint of hatred she could see in his pose and countenance, or indifference over his odd scrutiny.

She found that it didn't matter what she felt about it.

The words that came out of his mouth, though vague, elated her.

"Follow me."

[. . .]

Bulma couldn't be mad. At least, not as of right now.

No, really, she couldn't. She was happy, walking along the halls, unbothered by the eyes and the Prince's silence.

Finally, she would get to leave!

Well, the room, at the very least. She had no idea where the prince would take her or what the prince was going to do with her, but frankly, she realized she didn't expect him to harm her. The most he could do was fight her, but even then, she welcomed the thought. In truth, she should have been more uneasy about his sudden appearance. The Prince could do anything to her.

Her elation wavered.

Anything?

She glanced at the prince. His harsh expression paid no attention to her or her eagerness. Simply, he walked, stoic.

Her tail shifted. "Prince Vegeta," She called to him, tasting the foreign acknowledgment in her mouth. She didn't know what it was that prompted her to address him that way, but she supposed it was her joy and curiosity mixed in one that did it. The thought of wanting to see how saying his name would make him react was intriguing.

Immediately, his regard came to her, and satisfied, Bulma could see the pride radiate in his eyes. "What do you want, woman?" He asked, hoping the tense snarl in his tone would deter her from asking.

Of course, it didn't.

Bulma questioned if she was crazy at this point. Her body warmed when he answered her, and though she couldn't tell herself, Vegeta certainly felt the shift. It ruffled the fur of his tail wrapped tightly around him, and his senses picked up the already grand joy he couldn't understand she had and among something else he instantly chose to overlook.

Again, he was confused.

The disturbed look she got from him went ignored. "Where are we going?" She asked, coming closer to him with a careful expressionless appearance. For an odd reason, she wanted to get closer. His warmth was not as cold as she thought it had been.

Vegeta's tail twitched and his eyes quickly went to her own blue anomaly that was her tail, noticing its waving motion. Vegeta turned away and distanced himself. He could smell her excitement. His eyes narrowed. "Do you not recall our previous discussions? You have no right to know!" He snapped at her, irritated by her odd behavior and himself.

Bulma shrunk back without meaning to, and her tail fell. Settling down, Vegeta relaxed when she didn't let whatever she felt show on her face.

He went back to walking and paying attention to the halls.

Before he could reason with himself that she was just fucking annoying, she spoke again.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm going to assume it's a planet."

Vegeta blinked. He turned to her. "No," He snarled.

She smirked. "It is, isn't it?" She went so close to him that she was practically almost touching him, "I bet we're headed to a pretty planet. Lots of greens, lots of water... It's to make up for leaving me in that damn room, huh? All alone. How nice of you, my Prince."

Saying nothing, Vegeta pushed her away, using a lot of force that almost caused her to crash into a wall. Quite persistent she was in drawing near. Not that she was aware of what she was doing. It was a flaw of hers, to act on impulse. She may be smart, but she was rather poor in making decisions. Acting at times on emotion tended to force her to perform escapades from problems she created.

Bulma stepped back and placed both hands on her hips. "You thought you could hide it from me, huh, tough guy?" She asked, letting out a mocking chuckle.

When she received no reaction, she relented. Making fun of the prince was like treading on burning coal. Sure it tickled her toes, but pressing too hard would surely burn her. Just because she was bored again didn't mean that messing with the male was good. Deciding troubling him wasn't worth all her effort, she sighed. Shaking her head, she said, "It's a mission, isn't it?" She clicked her tongue, "From this... Frieza?"

Vegeta froze and a dark looked settled on his features. He decided for her that she had always been crazy.

Bulma recognized the look on his face, and far too late, she realized her mistake.

Spontaneously, he shot himself toward her and slammed her against the wall, overwhelming his forearm against her neck.

Bulma, pained at having her body thrown and her throat jammed, coughed and let out a wheeze. Her eyes widened, locking onto his, completely taken back from his behavior.

"Where have you acquired this information?" He demanded, voice so low it made her shiver.

She couldn't possibly tell him she read about it in his scouter the second time. He would harm her, or worse, kill her, if he found out she went through it twice already. First when she came here the primary time, and the second time when he left after giving her the pill. She couldn't find anything to say.

When she stayed silent, Bulma coughed when he pressed more, and her hands went to pull his strong arm away.

She had struck a nerve.

And now Vegeta would kill her.

The spice in his expression said so.

Bulma winced when his other hand pressed hard against her shoulder, "How did you discover such data, wench? Answer me!" He snarled, slamming her head again.

'Had she hacked into the malware?' Vegeta asked himself, angry. 'Did she use a scouter? Was she using my scouter to find planets she could escape in? Did Frieza know of her already? So soon?'

His warm blood prickled with hate upon another possibility.

'Did Frieza send her to spy on me?'

Bulma saw the distant look in his eyes. Not wasting any time, she took the opportunity to raise her leg and knee his stomach. The desired response was granted when his grip loosened, and she shoved him off her.

Upon his mistake, Vegeta suddenly found himself pushed onto the floor with the woman on top of him, placing both hands to the side of his head.

"I didn't." She leaned close, wagging her tail back and forth, "You just confirmed it for me." She whispered, letting her long hair fall at his sides.

Her body straddled his waist, and her profound, virginal scent yet again tortured his mind. He could see, below her, her plush rosy lips and blushed cheeks puff air, chest-puffing in a quickened pace. Eyes striking his, almost as if searching for an answer.

In her eyes, a fire of a thousand suns shone.

Vegeta growled.

Annoying little Vixen.

[. . .]

Nappa and Raditz remained straightened and quiet when their superior entered the room with the female thrown over his back.

The two tall Saiyans noticed her quite well just as Launch did, who was standing by a device all by her lonesome and the one waiting along with said Saiyans. They all said nothing on the matter, deciding that their lives were worth more than their curiosity. Though, the navy-haired woman wanted to ask if the girl was alright. Inside her head, Raditz told her to stay quiet.

"Are the three pods prepared?" Vegeta asked Nappa, giving nothing away from the unconscious girl slung over his shoulder.

Nappa sweated. "Three?" He asked, glancing at the four pods, "We asked for four. Will the female not be coming with us?" He questioned, looking back at his prince with his previous smirk faltered.

Vegeta sneered. "Three pods, Nappa. I requested for three," He kicked the tall man on his leg and the buff Saiyan buckled on the impact, "Is that so difficult to heed?"

Raditz shifted uncomfortably beside the grimacing older man beside him. He heard Launch's panicked breathing increase when they saw Vegeta kick Nappa again, this time breaking his scouter.

"Prince Vegeta—"

"Silence, incompetent fool," Vegeta hissed. He fastened his head at Raditz, who, despite his silent assurances, was shitting bricks. "Destroy the scouter." He ordered, glaring daggers at the female planted beside him.

Raditz did it immediately by crushing it in his hands, confused but not asking any questions.

After that, Vegeta walked away.

"Frieza will not know of this female," Vegeta growled at them as he stopped by the slightly larger pod.

Raditz held his tongue.

Nappa stood again, frowning while the pain began subsiding, "But how will he—"

Vegeta swerved on him, "You imbecile! Do you not apprehend that using four pods would bring questions!? Frieza would inquire us as to why we need of use for four pods, and he will put his annoying subordinates on our tails!" He yelled at him feverishly, tired out of his mind. He questioned if he should just throw this stupid girl out into space, just for good measure. Or just about everyone, at this point.

His headaches were only getting worse the longer she stayed.

Everyone silenced. Not that Raditz and Launch had said anything, merely they stopped communicating in movements and subconscious thoughts. The bark of the prince had quite an effect on them. Raditz was partially thankful that the blonde Launch wasn't in control this time.

"Yes, Prince Vegeta," Nappa managed, lowering his gaze to the ground as to not provoke his prince any further. Internally, he bristled at being scolded. Usually, it was Raditz that was getting the short end of the stick and rarely had Nappa screwed things up to make the prince unhappy. Now it seems the tables have turned.

Vegeta grunted. Pulsating, he grabbed his head and rubbed it, turning away. So many nuisances in one day were overwhelming him.

"Raditz," Vegeta started, still displeased and trying to process the problem which was Nappa's brain, "Start the pods."

Said Saiyan nodded his head and signaled Launch. The girl answered with a push of a button, and simultaneously, all doors of the pods opened.

Vegeta disregarded the grumpiness he could sense from the older Saiyan and stepped into the pod. He shifted the blue-haired Saiyan on his shoulder to his arms and set her rather roughly on top of him, gritting his teeth when he found her in the same position he had brought her in the first time. Close. Far too close to areas he had ignored before.

Now with her scent so familiarized, it became a problem.

Vegeta growled and slammed his fist down on the button beside him, which, thankfully, wasn't obstructed by the female's slender legs. It was bad enough her mouth was right beside his collarbone, breathing evenly and making his skin more sensitive than it should be.

Upon pressing the button, the door closed and below him, the ground began to move.

"Sound?" Nappa asked, voice clear within the slightly static-voiced audio box.

Vegeta pressed another button and grunted, hearing Raditz reply with a faint 'yes' as well.

The window, tinted, became black and the vastness of space opened for him.

The female shifted in his lap, and he felt her eyelashes flutter against his cheek. She had awoken soon after all. He thought she wouldn't have since he had seen the handcuffs suck most of her power to the point she fainted on top of him, earlier. It was not his doing, rather the objects did things on their own accord if she used too much strength. Considering she was holding him down, it would only make sense.

Vegeta didn't say anything, deciding that her waking up was nothing. She would soon fall asleep, anyway, when the gas set in.

And he was right.

As soon as they shot off into the darkness at supersonic speed, the pod released a white mist, filling in the small space he was forced to share with this girl.

His body rejected it at first, but when he heard her sigh in slumber, his body soon welcomed it as well.

[. . .]

A/N: Bulma is going to be uh... Very surprised, yes.

Toodles~

Ana.