Diclamer: NO.
Authors Note: Sorry that it took so long, but my mum „accidentaly" deleted the 8th chapter that I wrote 1 week ago. Sigh. AND then I had „little" problems with uploading... Everything against me...!
This 8th chapter is placed in China. ;)
By the way, r/r and tell me if this fic is worth it's place in ff.net! (pleeeease?)
Chapter 8 (version 1.1)
1856 A.D.
They were walking along the road for about 3 hours, and they havn't met a soul. That was strange, becouse Bulma thought, that it's some kind of urbanised country. Or maybe they were just on a seldom-used road. She looked around. They were now in a thick forest, the road was slightly visible. She looked up at the sky. It was about noon.
- Woman? – Vegeta asked in a bored tone.
- Hm?
- Do you know were we are?
- I don't know, maybe Asia? /AN: Gosh, I'm named after a continent.../
There was a moment of silence.
- You know what? – no Oui asked once again.
- What?- „Oh, my Kami, I'm accualy talking with him without an argument!"
- If I were you I wouldn't wear that kind of things. – He pointed at her tight, black jeans and a baggy green t-shirt. /she changed in the chapter 7/. – It might atract attention.
- Oh, and look at you. Skate-like trousers and your pretty „badman" shirt. Why did you wear it? AND I don't remember buying you these... – she eyed his jeans. „He looks like a total jerk!"
- Well Woman, I wear what I want. Besides, I hate walking around in dirty and stinky thinghs.
- Why would great Sayiajin no Oui bother changing clothes?
- Let's say, It's just not me, when I smell.
- You're strange.
- No Onna. YOU are strange.
- Why?
- Becouse I said so.
- And...?
- And when I say something, it's true.
- Yeach, right, oh Mighty Prince.
- Woman, if you keep mocking me, I will...
- You will...?
- Do something to you. And it won't be pleasent.
- You wouldn't DO anything to me, Vegetable-head. Not now.
- And why is that?
- First, you need me to fix the time machine, second, Goku would kill you, and third, you like me too much.
- Delude yourself if you want to, but I warn you, it won't be good for you...
- You're such a jerk, you know that?
- If someone is a jerk here it's YOU, Onna.
- Oh yeach? And WHO can't be stronger than 3-rd class Sayia-jin? Who is afraid of his own feelings, who is a maniac killer that is stuck on a „mudball", AND is on the mercy of Z-senshi and a weakiling woman? You're not only a jerk, but a looser. – Bulma stated triumphally.
It hit Vegeta like she'd smack him. Though he hated to admit, even to himself, that it was true, she had no right to tell him that. After all he'd survived, this mere Woman was throwing it back to his face like it was nothing. Nothing. Just words to her. And it hurt him the most. If she was ANYONE else, he'd ignore it. But with her... it was different... She somehow managed to dig her way to his heart, and everything that she said mattered to him. Why did he allow that? What happened to him? Why, when she said that, he felt hurt and... guilty? For what? That he's not good enough for her? That couldn't be it. And yet...
- Woman. – he whispered. – I don't want to see you again.
- And I don't want to see you to. – she hissed. – After all you did, I invited you to my house, I fed you, gave you GR... Kami, I was even entertaining you! – her voice begun to temble as she recalled their fights that she'd liked so much. – And what do you gave me? Nothing.
- And What did you expect? I don't remember promising anything to you, weakiling. I have no debts.
- So be it. – and then she turned and begun to walk away. He wanted to say something, run after her, comfort her, say that he didn't meant a thing what he said but... His pride could not allow him that. So he sighned and took off to the air.
Few hours later...
Bulma was angry. No, wait, she was MAD. How could he? After all they've been thru... „Ahhh, Bulma don't even THINK like that! He's an asshole, who doesn't care about anything but himself..." She'd been walking for a long time now and her legs were not going to cooperate anymore. She tripped over something on the ground and fell on her head.
- DAMN! – she yelled in frustration.
- Ohhh... isn't our little one a LITTLE angry...?
Bulma turned around, and what she saw made her almost faint.
400 miles away from Bulma...
Vegeta was flying slowly in the direction of the mountains. All his way he was thinking about the Woman and what she told him. „Weird... three years ago I wouldn't give a shit about what whoever sayes... Oh maybe I would, but I wasn't showing it that clearly! What the hell happened to me?!?! Where did my self-control go?"
And then he felt her ki suddenly rise and then fall. His first thought was that she's in danger... „NO! Nothing has happened. It's just my imaginaton... And what if it isn't? What... NO, Vegeta, don't even think about it... But..." he shook his head and flew in Bulmas direction.
When she awoke first thing she saw was a pair of gray eyes.
- What...? Where...? How...?
- Hao. (Chinese: good) – and then the strange man left. After a few moments another one entered the room. This one was so ugly that she could hardly look at him.
- Xiexie. (thanks) – he muttered and moved closer to Bulma. She pulled on her translator.
- Where am I? – she asked
- That does not matter. – he smirked. But she didn't like this smirk...
- What are you going to do with me?
- Do not fear, little one... It won't hurt. You'll just please me and yourself...
She knew what was coming. She begun frantically look for something that she could defend herself with. But the room was empty, the only thing in here was a smelly bed. She looed at the man.
- Who are you?
- I'm Dzingao, and you, my dear? Are you a goddes? Your hair are extraordinary... – he stroked her face.
- Where am I? Please tell me...
- You're in West China, but it's the only thing I can tell you. I'm the cheif of Kunzaku band. We're the richest thiefs in China, you should be proud...
- Proud of what...? – Bulma stifened when the fat man moved on top of her.
- That I've selected you to be mine.
- Oh... – she said breathlessly as he started to pull up her shirt.
- And your clothing, my dear... You must be from Europe, am I right?
- No, I'm a goddes of... water! And I'll cast a spell on you!
- You already did... – he removed her t-shirt so she was only in her jeans and bra. He kissed her stomach and slid his hand to her trousers...
And then she decided she won't be saved, and did the only thing that she could.
- VEGETAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! – she yelled as loud as she could manage.
The end
Just kidding
Vegeta raced to where he felt Bulmas ki. He was now sure that she was in danger... He only hoped he will be there on time...
- What are you yelling, Woman? – asked annoyed Dzingao – Shut up, or this will be painful
- NO!!! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FREAK!!! – she struggled but when he hit her on the face everything went black...
He found the camp where Bulma was, and landed in the middle. After putting on his translator he grabbed one of the men.
- Where is the blue-haired female?
- What blue-hai....
- Don't lie to me you fuck, just tell me where she IS!!! – Vegeta shouted in his face.
- Up there! – The man pointed at the tree-house. Sayia-jin growled and flew up.
What he saw made his ki skyrocket. Thers she was, lying on the bed in a bloody mess, and some fat, ugly weakling was about to rape her...
- LET. HER. GO. – he said in menacing tone. Dzingao jumped up, and pulled his pants on.
- What do you want? If it's not important I will kill you.
- Oh, really – an expression on his face never changed. – I will not waste my time on you, weakilng. – he raised his hand, formed a ki ball and blasted the man into oblivion. As soon as his ashes were on the floor, he runned to Bulmas side.
- Woman! Woman, can you hear me? – he called softly. She didn't move. Once again, panic begun to overpower him. He checked her pulse. „Thank Kami, she's still here..." He flared his ki to warm her, and hugged her to his chest.
- Don't do this Bulma... I can't belive this, it's the second time that I save your life...! You're so vunrable... – he inhaled the scent of her hair.
- Vegeta...? – he heard a muffed voice. And then he realized that he was holding her very tightly. Too thightly. He loosened his grip.
- What? – he smiled to her. „When was the last time that I smiled? I don't remember..."
- How did you...
- I felt your ki, and I thought something's wrong...
- But why..? Why?
- I... don't know Woman. I don't know. – he knew why, but there was no way he would admit it. He FELT something for this Woman... And it was bothering him... He looked at her face. She had a big bruise across her forhead.
- Thank you Vegeta. – and then she kissed him on the cheek. He froze. This was the last thing that he expected.
- Wha...
- Don't say anything. It's just my way to say „thank you", and I really mean it Vegeta. This must have cost you a lot, and I understand.
- But Woman...
- No but-s, Veggie!
- OK, Onna. Can we go home now?
- Oh, I've never heard you calling C.C. home...
- Stop mocking, Woman.
- I wouldn't dare! – she smirked and stood up. – Now, let's go...
Yeach, yeach took me long enough...
Anywayz, I hope you liked that chappy, cause I had a writers block and it was really hard to me to write sth.
Oh, and big „THANX" to Rez (as usual), Dragon (as usual), Carlin Fury (I love your fic!) and Tweetyboo (and yours too ^_^)
I gotta go, but next chappy will be posted soon, 'cause I'm ill and I have ALOT of time! Yay!
Authors Note: Sorry that it took so long, but my mum „accidentaly" deleted the 8th chapter that I wrote 1 week ago. Sigh. AND then I had „little" problems with uploading... Everything against me...!
This 8th chapter is placed in China. ;)
By the way, r/r and tell me if this fic is worth it's place in ff.net! (pleeeease?)
Chapter 8 (version 1.1)
1856 A.D.
They were walking along the road for about 3 hours, and they havn't met a soul. That was strange, becouse Bulma thought, that it's some kind of urbanised country. Or maybe they were just on a seldom-used road. She looked around. They were now in a thick forest, the road was slightly visible. She looked up at the sky. It was about noon.
- Woman? – Vegeta asked in a bored tone.
- Hm?
- Do you know were we are?
- I don't know, maybe Asia? /AN: Gosh, I'm named after a continent.../
There was a moment of silence.
- You know what? – no Oui asked once again.
- What?- „Oh, my Kami, I'm accualy talking with him without an argument!"
- If I were you I wouldn't wear that kind of things. – He pointed at her tight, black jeans and a baggy green t-shirt. /she changed in the chapter 7/. – It might atract attention.
- Oh, and look at you. Skate-like trousers and your pretty „badman" shirt. Why did you wear it? AND I don't remember buying you these... – she eyed his jeans. „He looks like a total jerk!"
- Well Woman, I wear what I want. Besides, I hate walking around in dirty and stinky thinghs.
- Why would great Sayiajin no Oui bother changing clothes?
- Let's say, It's just not me, when I smell.
- You're strange.
- No Onna. YOU are strange.
- Why?
- Becouse I said so.
- And...?
- And when I say something, it's true.
- Yeach, right, oh Mighty Prince.
- Woman, if you keep mocking me, I will...
- You will...?
- Do something to you. And it won't be pleasent.
- You wouldn't DO anything to me, Vegetable-head. Not now.
- And why is that?
- First, you need me to fix the time machine, second, Goku would kill you, and third, you like me too much.
- Delude yourself if you want to, but I warn you, it won't be good for you...
- You're such a jerk, you know that?
- If someone is a jerk here it's YOU, Onna.
- Oh yeach? And WHO can't be stronger than 3-rd class Sayia-jin? Who is afraid of his own feelings, who is a maniac killer that is stuck on a „mudball", AND is on the mercy of Z-senshi and a weakiling woman? You're not only a jerk, but a looser. – Bulma stated triumphally.
It hit Vegeta like she'd smack him. Though he hated to admit, even to himself, that it was true, she had no right to tell him that. After all he'd survived, this mere Woman was throwing it back to his face like it was nothing. Nothing. Just words to her. And it hurt him the most. If she was ANYONE else, he'd ignore it. But with her... it was different... She somehow managed to dig her way to his heart, and everything that she said mattered to him. Why did he allow that? What happened to him? Why, when she said that, he felt hurt and... guilty? For what? That he's not good enough for her? That couldn't be it. And yet...
- Woman. – he whispered. – I don't want to see you again.
- And I don't want to see you to. – she hissed. – After all you did, I invited you to my house, I fed you, gave you GR... Kami, I was even entertaining you! – her voice begun to temble as she recalled their fights that she'd liked so much. – And what do you gave me? Nothing.
- And What did you expect? I don't remember promising anything to you, weakiling. I have no debts.
- So be it. – and then she turned and begun to walk away. He wanted to say something, run after her, comfort her, say that he didn't meant a thing what he said but... His pride could not allow him that. So he sighned and took off to the air.
Few hours later...
Bulma was angry. No, wait, she was MAD. How could he? After all they've been thru... „Ahhh, Bulma don't even THINK like that! He's an asshole, who doesn't care about anything but himself..." She'd been walking for a long time now and her legs were not going to cooperate anymore. She tripped over something on the ground and fell on her head.
- DAMN! – she yelled in frustration.
- Ohhh... isn't our little one a LITTLE angry...?
Bulma turned around, and what she saw made her almost faint.
400 miles away from Bulma...
Vegeta was flying slowly in the direction of the mountains. All his way he was thinking about the Woman and what she told him. „Weird... three years ago I wouldn't give a shit about what whoever sayes... Oh maybe I would, but I wasn't showing it that clearly! What the hell happened to me?!?! Where did my self-control go?"
And then he felt her ki suddenly rise and then fall. His first thought was that she's in danger... „NO! Nothing has happened. It's just my imaginaton... And what if it isn't? What... NO, Vegeta, don't even think about it... But..." he shook his head and flew in Bulmas direction.
When she awoke first thing she saw was a pair of gray eyes.
- What...? Where...? How...?
- Hao. (Chinese: good) – and then the strange man left. After a few moments another one entered the room. This one was so ugly that she could hardly look at him.
- Xiexie. (thanks) – he muttered and moved closer to Bulma. She pulled on her translator.
- Where am I? – she asked
- That does not matter. – he smirked. But she didn't like this smirk...
- What are you going to do with me?
- Do not fear, little one... It won't hurt. You'll just please me and yourself...
She knew what was coming. She begun frantically look for something that she could defend herself with. But the room was empty, the only thing in here was a smelly bed. She looed at the man.
- Who are you?
- I'm Dzingao, and you, my dear? Are you a goddes? Your hair are extraordinary... – he stroked her face.
- Where am I? Please tell me...
- You're in West China, but it's the only thing I can tell you. I'm the cheif of Kunzaku band. We're the richest thiefs in China, you should be proud...
- Proud of what...? – Bulma stifened when the fat man moved on top of her.
- That I've selected you to be mine.
- Oh... – she said breathlessly as he started to pull up her shirt.
- And your clothing, my dear... You must be from Europe, am I right?
- No, I'm a goddes of... water! And I'll cast a spell on you!
- You already did... – he removed her t-shirt so she was only in her jeans and bra. He kissed her stomach and slid his hand to her trousers...
And then she decided she won't be saved, and did the only thing that she could.
- VEGETAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! – she yelled as loud as she could manage.
The end
Just kidding
Vegeta raced to where he felt Bulmas ki. He was now sure that she was in danger... He only hoped he will be there on time...
- What are you yelling, Woman? – asked annoyed Dzingao – Shut up, or this will be painful
- NO!!! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FREAK!!! – she struggled but when he hit her on the face everything went black...
He found the camp where Bulma was, and landed in the middle. After putting on his translator he grabbed one of the men.
- Where is the blue-haired female?
- What blue-hai....
- Don't lie to me you fuck, just tell me where she IS!!! – Vegeta shouted in his face.
- Up there! – The man pointed at the tree-house. Sayia-jin growled and flew up.
What he saw made his ki skyrocket. Thers she was, lying on the bed in a bloody mess, and some fat, ugly weakling was about to rape her...
- LET. HER. GO. – he said in menacing tone. Dzingao jumped up, and pulled his pants on.
- What do you want? If it's not important I will kill you.
- Oh, really – an expression on his face never changed. – I will not waste my time on you, weakilng. – he raised his hand, formed a ki ball and blasted the man into oblivion. As soon as his ashes were on the floor, he runned to Bulmas side.
- Woman! Woman, can you hear me? – he called softly. She didn't move. Once again, panic begun to overpower him. He checked her pulse. „Thank Kami, she's still here..." He flared his ki to warm her, and hugged her to his chest.
- Don't do this Bulma... I can't belive this, it's the second time that I save your life...! You're so vunrable... – he inhaled the scent of her hair.
- Vegeta...? – he heard a muffed voice. And then he realized that he was holding her very tightly. Too thightly. He loosened his grip.
- What? – he smiled to her. „When was the last time that I smiled? I don't remember..."
- How did you...
- I felt your ki, and I thought something's wrong...
- But why..? Why?
- I... don't know Woman. I don't know. – he knew why, but there was no way he would admit it. He FELT something for this Woman... And it was bothering him... He looked at her face. She had a big bruise across her forhead.
- Thank you Vegeta. – and then she kissed him on the cheek. He froze. This was the last thing that he expected.
- Wha...
- Don't say anything. It's just my way to say „thank you", and I really mean it Vegeta. This must have cost you a lot, and I understand.
- But Woman...
- No but-s, Veggie!
- OK, Onna. Can we go home now?
- Oh, I've never heard you calling C.C. home...
- Stop mocking, Woman.
- I wouldn't dare! – she smirked and stood up. – Now, let's go...
Yeach, yeach took me long enough...
Anywayz, I hope you liked that chappy, cause I had a writers block and it was really hard to me to write sth.
Oh, and big „THANX" to Rez (as usual), Dragon (as usual), Carlin Fury (I love your fic!) and Tweetyboo (and yours too ^_^)
I gotta go, but next chappy will be posted soon, 'cause I'm ill and I have ALOT of time! Yay!