Vegeta paced from one side of the room to the other. His thoughts flew through his head as fast as the ki blasts he was so accustomed to throwing. He was remembering. Remembering his lips on his. Her hands moving up his back slowly into a tight embrace around his neck. He remembered thosed big blue eyes looking up at him, and just for a second, they were soft and true. Vegeta sighed, these damned emotions were taking him to the brink of his sanity, if he hadn't already gone mental. He squeezed his hands into fists. What the hell was he going to do? He had acted thorougly on impulse, and now he was unsure of his actions. He didn't regret what he had done, he only regretted the fact that Bulma would probably take what he did the wrong way. He pretty much knew that she didn't care for him. However, sometimes it seemed that maybe she did. How could he know? It seemed that for that single moment when they had kissed, the world had stopped moving and things were right.
"AHHHHH!!" Vegeta screamed. He was getting so damn soft it was pushing him on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He decided that he had to stay away from Bulma. These emotions would be his end. He couldn't risk it. Besides, he had already made a fool of himself, he wasn't going to do it again.
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Bulma sighed as she continued to mess with the generator. It had been a few days since the kiss in the gravity room. She was still in shock, almost awe. She couldn't believe that Vegeta had kissed her, or that she had kissed him back. She sighed and looked back down at the generator. Her eyes widened.
What HAD been a generator was now something quite different. More like a hunk of metal with bolts here and there. She rolled her eyes and got up. This was NOT going to work. She had to get to the bottom of this.
She headed toward the gravity room. The sound of the nearby ki blasts were immense. Bulma had to put her hands over her ears as she got closer to the room. She knocked on the door, plastering a determined expression on her face. There was no reply, so she knocked on the door again. Still no answer. Now Bulma was pissed. She turned the gravity off. There was a faint sound of curses through the thick wall. Suddenly the door opened. Vegeta's face went from anger to suprise to anger again. Bulma crossed her arms over her chest. Vegeta groaned, he did NOT want to have to talk to her.
"Vegeta, we need to talk," Bulma said, looking straight into his eyes.
"I don't think that there is anything at all to talk about woman!" Vegeta said.
"Oh I think that there is!" Bulma said, getting louder.
"And just what would that be?" Vegeta asked. Bulma growled, he was deliberatly making her be the one to bring up the subject. She sighed and decided she'd show him.
"WHY did you kiss me?" She said, here eyes never wavering. Vegeta stood there a moment.
"I've been asking myself the same question," he said.
"And just what do you mean by that?" Bulma snapped back.
"Well, I'm finding that I was WASTING my time!" Vegeta replied.
"So you really don't care do you?" Bulma said, still controlling a nervous batch of tears that were trying to spring from her eyes.
"NO, I don't care! I never have cared, and I never will! So go back to that pathetic earthling and leave me alone! You annoy me woman!" Vegeta yelled. Bulma could no longer hold her tears back. Unwanted, they streamed down her cheek.
"Vegeta," she said quietly. "Do me a favor. The next time you decide to kiss me, don't, because I don't want to be an annoyance to you. Obviously you've never cared, you never will. I'll be damned if I ever let myself care about you again."
Before Vegeta could reply, Bulma was gone. The only reminder of her presence was the sweet scent her body left behind. Vegeta could still smell it in the air, and he wondered why he had let her go. He closed the door, dropped down to the floor, and wondered why he felt so sad and angry all at the same time.
The gravity room suffered as it had never suffered before. Suprisingly, Super Saiyan was still unattainable. However, on that day, SSJ was not Vegeta's goal.
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Bulma ran outside, still sobbing. She couldn't believe how much of a jerk Vegeta was. He was absolutly, positively the biggest asshole in the universe.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain against the back of her head and then all was black.
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The doorbell to Capsule Corporation rang with insistency. However, as soon as Vegeta opened it, the messenger was gone. There was, however, a videotape on the welcome mat. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and proceded into the living room. The Briefs were still at that science convention and not due back for another week so Vegeta had the house to himself.
Bulma was probrably and Kakarott's house, crying and telling his damned mate the whole story. Vegeta sighed, he really had been mean. His eyes widened. He was NOT supposed to feel sorry for his actions!
He cocked his head and looked at the video tape in his hands. It had no label. He shrugged and put it in the VCR. After he finally discovered where the damn play button was, he sat down on the couch in minor anticipation. Finally a face appeared on the screen. Vegeta gasped, it was Dargon! The big alien smiled as he peered into the television screen, almost as if he could see Vegeta.
"Hello, Vegeta!" He said, smiling sinisterly. "I thought I might pay you a visit, since you....DESTROYED MY PLANET!!" Vegeta's eyes narrowed. Dargon smiled and walked over to the left. The camera man followed after quickly realizing what his boss wanted. Suddenly, Bulma's face was on the screen, completly enhance by the zoom button. Her beautiful features were set in an angry yet some what exhausted scowl. There was a gash over her left eye and an enormous bruise on the contour of her jaw.
"You see Vegeta," Daron said. "I've captured a little friend of yours. It's quite humorous that the great Saiyan Prince has made friends with the earthings. True she is beautiful...very enticing," Dargon said, as his blue tongue ran over his lips while he looked Bulma up and down. Vegeta forced himself not to destroy the television at that very moment. "However, she was a little loud! No worry, we broke her jaw. The bitch almost knocked my damn knee cap out of socket. Still, a lucky shot. The girl has a pathetic if almost non-existent ki. She'd be SO easy to destroy, Vegeta. I think you know how easily I could kill her. So I'll make you a deal. I want the Dragon Balls so I can wish for immortality, but I don't know where to look. I've heard tell of these things from other scavengers of the galaxy. You bring me the Dragon Balls and I'll let you have her back." Dargon looked her over one more time, his mouth watering noticeably. "Come to Baron Heights, I've set up my own little fortress. But Vegeta, beware. If you come without the Dragon Balls, she will die," Dargon said. With that the screen faded to black.
Vegeta stood up, his angry growl rising in his throat. He flew straight up, breaking through the concrete roof.
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The great alien walked in a smooth arc around his hostage, determined to remain in eye contact as he moved. Red eyes stared out of a face shaped like a crocodile. A long blue tongue snaked out of his enormous snout of a nose, inhaled deeply, to savor the scent of his prey. His great bulk of green scales was covered by a dark robe of crimson. His black boots thumped as they paced across the floor. Bulma tried to maintain her stare with him, but his eyes were so dark, his fix so intense, that she was forced to look away.
Dargon laughed lightly and stepped forward. One great paw of a hand slipped out from under his robes. His large scaly fingers lifted to her face, brushing slowly against her cheeks, outlining her broken jaw. Bulma tried to move away, but her neck would only turn so far. An absent tear fell down her cheek. Dargon smiled and used his thumb to wipe it away.
His hand moved down to her thigh. Because of her revealing sundress, he had easy access. He rubbed his palm over the smooth skin of her leg. Bulma thought she was going to be sick.
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Vegeta swooped down and grabbed hold of the last Dragon Ball. He dropped it carelessly in the bag that was holding the other 6 and flew to Baron Heights. Scenes from the video were flashing through his head. He saw Bulma's broken jaw, and Dargon's lustful eyes. He heard Dargon talk about how beautiful she was. Suddenly Vegeta felt anger anew.
He remembered destroying Dargon's planet. Ignatier, it had been called. It had been filled with the most vulgar creatures Vegeta had ever seen. To those things, Saiyans seemed like aristocrats. Vegeta remembered feeling he had done the universe a favor when he had destroyed Ignatier. Dargon had been the Deacon, the leader of the planet. He had been missing when Vegeta, Nappa and Radditz had come to demolish the planet. They had been behind schedule at the time and Freiza was becoming more impatient each day. They had done the job and left before checking to make sure that Dargon was dead. Vegeta sighed, why had he been so stupid? Now Bulma might die! This time Vegeta didn't get mad at himself for worrying about her. He didn't have time to think about it actually, Baron Heights was in front of him, becoming larger as he flew. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he prepared himself.
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Dargon leaned forward, his putred breath falling on Bulma's face, invading her nostrils with its sour odor. He smiled, revealing his yellow fangs.
"You know, I told Vegeta that you would LIVE if he gave me the Dragon Balls. That, however, didn't mean that you wouldn't be..." He chuckled softly, as his hands moved up to her chest. One enormous paw cupped her left breast. Bulma began to sob, moaning slightly. She had found earlier that trying to talk was too painful. She couldn't even move her mouth. His hand tightened around her breast and squeezed ever so slightly. A yelp escaped her mouth, and Dargon laughed. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and he bent towards her, moving his snout to her lips.
She was trembling now, pulling against the straps that held her still. Dargon moved in, now centimeters from her face. Bulma squeezed her eyes tight.
They widened suddenly, but not because of Dargon. There had been a loud bang. Dargon's head jerked back and he whirred around in time to see Vegeta standing in the middle of what had been a wall. Dargon smiled and took a step forward.
"Hello Vegeta," he said calmly.
"Let her go asshole!" Vegeta yelled.
"Now, Vegeta why would I want to do that?" Dargon replied.
"I've got your damn Dragon Balls, now let her go!" Dargon looked up as if contemplating the order.
"Ummm...no," he said. Vegeta growled and charged forward. There was a flash of light and a stunned Vegeta fell back. He had hit some kind of force field. Dargon smiled.
"Do you like that Vegeta? It's called an absorbency shield. That means whatever ki that comes in contact with it is absorbed and emitted back. Throw a ki blast and it will come right back at you."
Vegeta's eyes widened. Instead of testing out the shield, he heeded Dargon's words and stayed back. The only thing about Ignatians was that they kept their words. Dargon wasn't lying. Vegeta stood there fuming, and realized that he was definetly not in control of the situation.
"Now Vegeta," Dargon said, stepping toward Bulma, and absently placing a hand on her thigh. "You want her alive don't you? Well if you do, you will throw that bag over there into the shield. It will go right through, although you won't if you try. Now, be a good little boy and hand over the Dragon Balls." Vegeta stood there frozen and Dargon sighed. There was a loud crack and a moan. Dargon had broken Bulma's arm. "There's still another Vegeta, and her legs! I'm just getting warmed up!"
Without hesitation Vegeta threw the bag through the shield. Dargon bent down and gingerly picked it up. Bulma's eyes held Vegeta's own for a second before she slumped down once more, leaning forward against the straps that held her to the wall. There was a deep cackling as Dargon took each Dragon Ball out of the bag slowly and examined it. He moved his scaly paw over each shiny orange ball and set them down in a bunch. Suddenly there was a crackling sound, and Vegeta looked up to realize the ceiling was separating to reveal a bright blue sky. The seperating ceiling stopped just where the absorbency shield was. Vegeta scanned the ceiling and realized that the whole room he was in was lined by the shield.
Dargon looked at the gleaming orange balls and with a deep breath, bellowed.
"Arise Dragon!" Lightning thundered and the sky turned a velvety black. Suddenly the great Shenlong appeared, looking very sinister silouhetted by the dark sky.
"What is it that you wish for?" The low growling voice said. Dargon licked his lips and opened his mouth.
"Dragon, I wish for.."
"Bubble gum!" A voice shouted out. Dargon's eyes widened.
"Your wish has been granted," Shenlong said. Dargon watched in horror as the Dragon Balls spread out among the earth once more. Suddenly a piece of bubble gum was in his scaly palm.
"What!! What!!" He yelled, turning around. What he saw was not only alarming but frightening. A very pissed off Vegeta was staring him down. "But..but..how?"
"See you in hell, asshole!" Vegeta screamed. Dargon saw the vivid white light and watched as his enormous scaly hands were engulfed by the bright rays. He watched as if from someplace else as Vegeta's ki blast devoured him. He felt the absolute pain as he slowly disintegrated and then, he was no more.
Vegeta sighed and turned around. Goku looked at him happily.
"Don't expect me to thank you, Kakarrot!" Vegeta yelled.
"Don't worry, I'll never expect that from you," he said. Vegeta looked over at the still bound Bulma, who was standing in the essence of pain and suprise. She opened her mouth to say something, but her jaw hurt so badly, she gave up on the attempt.
"Bubble gum?" Vegeta said sarcastically. Goku ignored the statement.
"I'll come check on her tomorrow Vegeta," Goku said, and teleported away. Vegeta walked over to Bulma and ripped off the straps. As soon as she was unbound, she fell on to him. Her one good arm wrapped around his neck tight enough to kill a human man. Gingerly, and carefully Vegeta picked her up. She rested her head on his shoulder and let her tears fall. She couldn't say anything due to the pain in her jaw. Vegeta held her tight.
"You all right?" He said, uneasily. She looked up to his eyes, and found worry in the black pupils. She nodded and smiled slightly before putting her head back on his shoulder and closing her eyes. Sleep came quickly to her. Vegeta sighed and flew through the open ceiling.
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"How's her arm?"
"Fine, it's in a cast. The doctor reset her jaw."
"Has she woke up yet?"
"No."
"What about her parents?"
"They called last night, said that they're going to Jamaica for two weeks before they come back."
"Did you tell them what happened?"
"No, they'll find out soon enough. Besides, she needs rest, not her mother freaking out."
"I guess you're right. ChiChi made her some soup and sent over enough food to last you a couple of days, since you can't go out."
"All right."
"Well, I'm going to teleport home and tell ChiChi how she's doing. ChiChi will probably be over in a few days."
There was no reply.
"Bye Vegeta!" Goku telelported away. Vegeta turned around and looked at the still form in the bed. The doctor had told him that due to the trauma of the event and the pain, Bulma could very well have slipped into a coma. Vegeta walked over to the side of the bed and sat down in a chair next to it. He cleared his throat and rolled his eyes.
"All right, I'm doing this because of that damn doctor. He said I was supposed to talk to you, because it would help. I don't know how in hell this will help, but I'm going to do it any way. Mainly because it's boring sitting here and watching you lie there like a damn vegetable." He paused and looked down at the floor. "You want to know something? I'll tell you, because you can't hear it anyway....but I'm...I'm..sorry... There I said it! I hope you're fucking happy! I...I.. I didn't mean one damn word I said to you in the gravity room...I was all..a lie...I...I...I do care about you...but only a little!" He sighed and looked down at Bulma and saw not a trace of understanding on her pale placid face. A single tear fell down his cheek. He stood up and paced the room. "Damn you WOMAN!! Damn you to HELL!! You won't wake up will you!? You won't wake the HELL UP!! You nearly get yourself killed and then you just lie there!...You just..leave me!"
"Vegeta," came a soft voice from the bed. "Why would I ever leave you?" His eyes widened as he charged forward and bent over the bed to look into the biggest pair of blue eyes he had ever seen.
"You're awake!" He exclaimed, putting his hands on her shoulders as if making sure she was real. She smiled softly.
"Yeah.. I'm awake...did you really say all of that or was I dreaming?" Vegeta stepped back looking alarmed.
"Well...I...I...I..don't know what you're talking about woman!" Bulma laughed softly.
"Vegeta, how did you get through that shield?" Vegeta looked up.
"Oh, that...Well..I..I talked to Goku, you know, telepathically. He came and teleported he through that shield. The big idiot, he wished for bubble gum of all things. Oh well, that stopped Dargon. I fried that damn Ignatian's ass!"
"Ignatian?"
"A creature from the planet Ignatier. The leader in fact. They called him the Deacon. When I destroyed the planet for Frieza, he must have been gone. I was behind schedule and didn't have time to check."
"To think that he waited all these years to get his vengeance. To become immortal, and you got him again." Vegeta nodded.
"He still hurt me more than he thought," he said, more to himself than to Bulma.
"How is that?" She said, looking at him confused. Vegeta's eyes widened.
"Nothing! Nothing at all," he said, looking quite guilty. Bulma smiled and decided not to persue the subject.
"Vegeta, come here please." He did as requested, looking down at her on the bed. Her pretty bruised face looked up at him kindly. A look he had never seen directed towards him before. "I just wanted to say thank you... and...and that I ....well.."
"Well what woman!?" He said, bending over to look her directly in the eyes.
"I love you," she said frankly. Vegeta seemed a mixture of shocked and confused. He stood bent ober her as if he was frozen. Bulma sighed. "Don't just stand ther you bastard!" She said, and using her good arm she pulled him towards her, planting a kiss on his lips. It didn't take long before Vegeta had his arms wrapped around her. Suddenly he withdrew and raised an eyebrow.
"Your jaw was broken, doesn't this...hurt?" Bulma let out an exasperated breath before pulling him back to her. At that moment, she felt no pain.
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"AHHHHH!!" Vegeta screamed. He was getting so damn soft it was pushing him on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He decided that he had to stay away from Bulma. These emotions would be his end. He couldn't risk it. Besides, he had already made a fool of himself, he wasn't going to do it again.
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Bulma sighed as she continued to mess with the generator. It had been a few days since the kiss in the gravity room. She was still in shock, almost awe. She couldn't believe that Vegeta had kissed her, or that she had kissed him back. She sighed and looked back down at the generator. Her eyes widened.
What HAD been a generator was now something quite different. More like a hunk of metal with bolts here and there. She rolled her eyes and got up. This was NOT going to work. She had to get to the bottom of this.
She headed toward the gravity room. The sound of the nearby ki blasts were immense. Bulma had to put her hands over her ears as she got closer to the room. She knocked on the door, plastering a determined expression on her face. There was no reply, so she knocked on the door again. Still no answer. Now Bulma was pissed. She turned the gravity off. There was a faint sound of curses through the thick wall. Suddenly the door opened. Vegeta's face went from anger to suprise to anger again. Bulma crossed her arms over her chest. Vegeta groaned, he did NOT want to have to talk to her.
"Vegeta, we need to talk," Bulma said, looking straight into his eyes.
"I don't think that there is anything at all to talk about woman!" Vegeta said.
"Oh I think that there is!" Bulma said, getting louder.
"And just what would that be?" Vegeta asked. Bulma growled, he was deliberatly making her be the one to bring up the subject. She sighed and decided she'd show him.
"WHY did you kiss me?" She said, here eyes never wavering. Vegeta stood there a moment.
"I've been asking myself the same question," he said.
"And just what do you mean by that?" Bulma snapped back.
"Well, I'm finding that I was WASTING my time!" Vegeta replied.
"So you really don't care do you?" Bulma said, still controlling a nervous batch of tears that were trying to spring from her eyes.
"NO, I don't care! I never have cared, and I never will! So go back to that pathetic earthling and leave me alone! You annoy me woman!" Vegeta yelled. Bulma could no longer hold her tears back. Unwanted, they streamed down her cheek.
"Vegeta," she said quietly. "Do me a favor. The next time you decide to kiss me, don't, because I don't want to be an annoyance to you. Obviously you've never cared, you never will. I'll be damned if I ever let myself care about you again."
Before Vegeta could reply, Bulma was gone. The only reminder of her presence was the sweet scent her body left behind. Vegeta could still smell it in the air, and he wondered why he had let her go. He closed the door, dropped down to the floor, and wondered why he felt so sad and angry all at the same time.
The gravity room suffered as it had never suffered before. Suprisingly, Super Saiyan was still unattainable. However, on that day, SSJ was not Vegeta's goal.
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Bulma ran outside, still sobbing. She couldn't believe how much of a jerk Vegeta was. He was absolutly, positively the biggest asshole in the universe.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain against the back of her head and then all was black.
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The doorbell to Capsule Corporation rang with insistency. However, as soon as Vegeta opened it, the messenger was gone. There was, however, a videotape on the welcome mat. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and proceded into the living room. The Briefs were still at that science convention and not due back for another week so Vegeta had the house to himself.
Bulma was probrably and Kakarott's house, crying and telling his damned mate the whole story. Vegeta sighed, he really had been mean. His eyes widened. He was NOT supposed to feel sorry for his actions!
He cocked his head and looked at the video tape in his hands. It had no label. He shrugged and put it in the VCR. After he finally discovered where the damn play button was, he sat down on the couch in minor anticipation. Finally a face appeared on the screen. Vegeta gasped, it was Dargon! The big alien smiled as he peered into the television screen, almost as if he could see Vegeta.
"Hello, Vegeta!" He said, smiling sinisterly. "I thought I might pay you a visit, since you....DESTROYED MY PLANET!!" Vegeta's eyes narrowed. Dargon smiled and walked over to the left. The camera man followed after quickly realizing what his boss wanted. Suddenly, Bulma's face was on the screen, completly enhance by the zoom button. Her beautiful features were set in an angry yet some what exhausted scowl. There was a gash over her left eye and an enormous bruise on the contour of her jaw.
"You see Vegeta," Daron said. "I've captured a little friend of yours. It's quite humorous that the great Saiyan Prince has made friends with the earthings. True she is beautiful...very enticing," Dargon said, as his blue tongue ran over his lips while he looked Bulma up and down. Vegeta forced himself not to destroy the television at that very moment. "However, she was a little loud! No worry, we broke her jaw. The bitch almost knocked my damn knee cap out of socket. Still, a lucky shot. The girl has a pathetic if almost non-existent ki. She'd be SO easy to destroy, Vegeta. I think you know how easily I could kill her. So I'll make you a deal. I want the Dragon Balls so I can wish for immortality, but I don't know where to look. I've heard tell of these things from other scavengers of the galaxy. You bring me the Dragon Balls and I'll let you have her back." Dargon looked her over one more time, his mouth watering noticeably. "Come to Baron Heights, I've set up my own little fortress. But Vegeta, beware. If you come without the Dragon Balls, she will die," Dargon said. With that the screen faded to black.
Vegeta stood up, his angry growl rising in his throat. He flew straight up, breaking through the concrete roof.
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The great alien walked in a smooth arc around his hostage, determined to remain in eye contact as he moved. Red eyes stared out of a face shaped like a crocodile. A long blue tongue snaked out of his enormous snout of a nose, inhaled deeply, to savor the scent of his prey. His great bulk of green scales was covered by a dark robe of crimson. His black boots thumped as they paced across the floor. Bulma tried to maintain her stare with him, but his eyes were so dark, his fix so intense, that she was forced to look away.
Dargon laughed lightly and stepped forward. One great paw of a hand slipped out from under his robes. His large scaly fingers lifted to her face, brushing slowly against her cheeks, outlining her broken jaw. Bulma tried to move away, but her neck would only turn so far. An absent tear fell down her cheek. Dargon smiled and used his thumb to wipe it away.
His hand moved down to her thigh. Because of her revealing sundress, he had easy access. He rubbed his palm over the smooth skin of her leg. Bulma thought she was going to be sick.
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Vegeta swooped down and grabbed hold of the last Dragon Ball. He dropped it carelessly in the bag that was holding the other 6 and flew to Baron Heights. Scenes from the video were flashing through his head. He saw Bulma's broken jaw, and Dargon's lustful eyes. He heard Dargon talk about how beautiful she was. Suddenly Vegeta felt anger anew.
He remembered destroying Dargon's planet. Ignatier, it had been called. It had been filled with the most vulgar creatures Vegeta had ever seen. To those things, Saiyans seemed like aristocrats. Vegeta remembered feeling he had done the universe a favor when he had destroyed Ignatier. Dargon had been the Deacon, the leader of the planet. He had been missing when Vegeta, Nappa and Radditz had come to demolish the planet. They had been behind schedule at the time and Freiza was becoming more impatient each day. They had done the job and left before checking to make sure that Dargon was dead. Vegeta sighed, why had he been so stupid? Now Bulma might die! This time Vegeta didn't get mad at himself for worrying about her. He didn't have time to think about it actually, Baron Heights was in front of him, becoming larger as he flew. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he prepared himself.
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Dargon leaned forward, his putred breath falling on Bulma's face, invading her nostrils with its sour odor. He smiled, revealing his yellow fangs.
"You know, I told Vegeta that you would LIVE if he gave me the Dragon Balls. That, however, didn't mean that you wouldn't be..." He chuckled softly, as his hands moved up to her chest. One enormous paw cupped her left breast. Bulma began to sob, moaning slightly. She had found earlier that trying to talk was too painful. She couldn't even move her mouth. His hand tightened around her breast and squeezed ever so slightly. A yelp escaped her mouth, and Dargon laughed. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and he bent towards her, moving his snout to her lips.
She was trembling now, pulling against the straps that held her still. Dargon moved in, now centimeters from her face. Bulma squeezed her eyes tight.
They widened suddenly, but not because of Dargon. There had been a loud bang. Dargon's head jerked back and he whirred around in time to see Vegeta standing in the middle of what had been a wall. Dargon smiled and took a step forward.
"Hello Vegeta," he said calmly.
"Let her go asshole!" Vegeta yelled.
"Now, Vegeta why would I want to do that?" Dargon replied.
"I've got your damn Dragon Balls, now let her go!" Dargon looked up as if contemplating the order.
"Ummm...no," he said. Vegeta growled and charged forward. There was a flash of light and a stunned Vegeta fell back. He had hit some kind of force field. Dargon smiled.
"Do you like that Vegeta? It's called an absorbency shield. That means whatever ki that comes in contact with it is absorbed and emitted back. Throw a ki blast and it will come right back at you."
Vegeta's eyes widened. Instead of testing out the shield, he heeded Dargon's words and stayed back. The only thing about Ignatians was that they kept their words. Dargon wasn't lying. Vegeta stood there fuming, and realized that he was definetly not in control of the situation.
"Now Vegeta," Dargon said, stepping toward Bulma, and absently placing a hand on her thigh. "You want her alive don't you? Well if you do, you will throw that bag over there into the shield. It will go right through, although you won't if you try. Now, be a good little boy and hand over the Dragon Balls." Vegeta stood there frozen and Dargon sighed. There was a loud crack and a moan. Dargon had broken Bulma's arm. "There's still another Vegeta, and her legs! I'm just getting warmed up!"
Without hesitation Vegeta threw the bag through the shield. Dargon bent down and gingerly picked it up. Bulma's eyes held Vegeta's own for a second before she slumped down once more, leaning forward against the straps that held her to the wall. There was a deep cackling as Dargon took each Dragon Ball out of the bag slowly and examined it. He moved his scaly paw over each shiny orange ball and set them down in a bunch. Suddenly there was a crackling sound, and Vegeta looked up to realize the ceiling was separating to reveal a bright blue sky. The seperating ceiling stopped just where the absorbency shield was. Vegeta scanned the ceiling and realized that the whole room he was in was lined by the shield.
Dargon looked at the gleaming orange balls and with a deep breath, bellowed.
"Arise Dragon!" Lightning thundered and the sky turned a velvety black. Suddenly the great Shenlong appeared, looking very sinister silouhetted by the dark sky.
"What is it that you wish for?" The low growling voice said. Dargon licked his lips and opened his mouth.
"Dragon, I wish for.."
"Bubble gum!" A voice shouted out. Dargon's eyes widened.
"Your wish has been granted," Shenlong said. Dargon watched in horror as the Dragon Balls spread out among the earth once more. Suddenly a piece of bubble gum was in his scaly palm.
"What!! What!!" He yelled, turning around. What he saw was not only alarming but frightening. A very pissed off Vegeta was staring him down. "But..but..how?"
"See you in hell, asshole!" Vegeta screamed. Dargon saw the vivid white light and watched as his enormous scaly hands were engulfed by the bright rays. He watched as if from someplace else as Vegeta's ki blast devoured him. He felt the absolute pain as he slowly disintegrated and then, he was no more.
Vegeta sighed and turned around. Goku looked at him happily.
"Don't expect me to thank you, Kakarrot!" Vegeta yelled.
"Don't worry, I'll never expect that from you," he said. Vegeta looked over at the still bound Bulma, who was standing in the essence of pain and suprise. She opened her mouth to say something, but her jaw hurt so badly, she gave up on the attempt.
"Bubble gum?" Vegeta said sarcastically. Goku ignored the statement.
"I'll come check on her tomorrow Vegeta," Goku said, and teleported away. Vegeta walked over to Bulma and ripped off the straps. As soon as she was unbound, she fell on to him. Her one good arm wrapped around his neck tight enough to kill a human man. Gingerly, and carefully Vegeta picked her up. She rested her head on his shoulder and let her tears fall. She couldn't say anything due to the pain in her jaw. Vegeta held her tight.
"You all right?" He said, uneasily. She looked up to his eyes, and found worry in the black pupils. She nodded and smiled slightly before putting her head back on his shoulder and closing her eyes. Sleep came quickly to her. Vegeta sighed and flew through the open ceiling.
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"How's her arm?"
"Fine, it's in a cast. The doctor reset her jaw."
"Has she woke up yet?"
"No."
"What about her parents?"
"They called last night, said that they're going to Jamaica for two weeks before they come back."
"Did you tell them what happened?"
"No, they'll find out soon enough. Besides, she needs rest, not her mother freaking out."
"I guess you're right. ChiChi made her some soup and sent over enough food to last you a couple of days, since you can't go out."
"All right."
"Well, I'm going to teleport home and tell ChiChi how she's doing. ChiChi will probably be over in a few days."
There was no reply.
"Bye Vegeta!" Goku telelported away. Vegeta turned around and looked at the still form in the bed. The doctor had told him that due to the trauma of the event and the pain, Bulma could very well have slipped into a coma. Vegeta walked over to the side of the bed and sat down in a chair next to it. He cleared his throat and rolled his eyes.
"All right, I'm doing this because of that damn doctor. He said I was supposed to talk to you, because it would help. I don't know how in hell this will help, but I'm going to do it any way. Mainly because it's boring sitting here and watching you lie there like a damn vegetable." He paused and looked down at the floor. "You want to know something? I'll tell you, because you can't hear it anyway....but I'm...I'm..sorry... There I said it! I hope you're fucking happy! I...I.. I didn't mean one damn word I said to you in the gravity room...I was all..a lie...I...I...I do care about you...but only a little!" He sighed and looked down at Bulma and saw not a trace of understanding on her pale placid face. A single tear fell down his cheek. He stood up and paced the room. "Damn you WOMAN!! Damn you to HELL!! You won't wake up will you!? You won't wake the HELL UP!! You nearly get yourself killed and then you just lie there!...You just..leave me!"
"Vegeta," came a soft voice from the bed. "Why would I ever leave you?" His eyes widened as he charged forward and bent over the bed to look into the biggest pair of blue eyes he had ever seen.
"You're awake!" He exclaimed, putting his hands on her shoulders as if making sure she was real. She smiled softly.
"Yeah.. I'm awake...did you really say all of that or was I dreaming?" Vegeta stepped back looking alarmed.
"Well...I...I...I..don't know what you're talking about woman!" Bulma laughed softly.
"Vegeta, how did you get through that shield?" Vegeta looked up.
"Oh, that...Well..I..I talked to Goku, you know, telepathically. He came and teleported he through that shield. The big idiot, he wished for bubble gum of all things. Oh well, that stopped Dargon. I fried that damn Ignatian's ass!"
"Ignatian?"
"A creature from the planet Ignatier. The leader in fact. They called him the Deacon. When I destroyed the planet for Frieza, he must have been gone. I was behind schedule and didn't have time to check."
"To think that he waited all these years to get his vengeance. To become immortal, and you got him again." Vegeta nodded.
"He still hurt me more than he thought," he said, more to himself than to Bulma.
"How is that?" She said, looking at him confused. Vegeta's eyes widened.
"Nothing! Nothing at all," he said, looking quite guilty. Bulma smiled and decided not to persue the subject.
"Vegeta, come here please." He did as requested, looking down at her on the bed. Her pretty bruised face looked up at him kindly. A look he had never seen directed towards him before. "I just wanted to say thank you... and...and that I ....well.."
"Well what woman!?" He said, bending over to look her directly in the eyes.
"I love you," she said frankly. Vegeta seemed a mixture of shocked and confused. He stood bent ober her as if he was frozen. Bulma sighed. "Don't just stand ther you bastard!" She said, and using her good arm she pulled him towards her, planting a kiss on his lips. It didn't take long before Vegeta had his arms wrapped around her. Suddenly he withdrew and raised an eyebrow.
"Your jaw was broken, doesn't this...hurt?" Bulma let out an exasperated breath before pulling him back to her. At that moment, she felt no pain.
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