I dont know if i am going to finish this or not, but there is part of the next chapter that ive had fro a few months. Reviews appreiciated.
Vegeta felt her following him. A growl rumbled deep within his throat. Why did she always do that? It irritated him that she could read him so well and know when to follow him, when not to, and how to push his buttons. Was he that readable? Was he getting soft?
He sped up, angry that his hunches had been right. She should have never followed him. In Saiyajin rituals, it made him the prey, the weaker, the one to be forced into submission. He laughed. Right. Vegeta submit? Heh. An insane mental picture of Bulma in black leather and whips and chains briefly filled his mind. This fueled his laughter. It just didn't fit. (And besides, dominatrix Bulma is a scary thought even for the author of this story. Wouldn't that make a lovely Barbie doll though?!)
He felt better, and relaxed. She knew nothing of Saiyajin rituals, mating, bonding or whatever. He had nothing to worry about.
He could hear her tiny footsteps behind him, and could smell her scent in the air. The adrenaline in his veins mixed with her smell made his head full and dizzy. He would test her just a bit, have a little fun. But, as much as he tried to ignore it, the thought kept on tormenting him:
Submission to a creature such as her would be like a plunge into a deep water, a race in the clouds...heaven on earth.
***********
Her eyes darted frantically around the compound, never leaving the prince's form. He was fast beyond human capabilities to register, and the only way Bulma knew where to look was because of the brief training she had received in finding ki signatures. Not that she had needed it. She could feel where he was without his ki mark. Bulma realized how much of a stalker she sounded like and promptly sweatdropped.
She watched him bound over the Capsule Corporation 10 foot tall fence, the boundary of the company's grounds. Her eyes widened. How far had she followed him? How fast had she been going? With a grunt of determination she struggled over the fence, hands burning at the jolts of electricity. Half of her hand was deadened anyway, and she didn't feel like wasting any of her energy to fly over the fence. She bit her lip, hoisted herself over the rest of the fence, and ran after the prince, who was nearing the start of a forest. She knew that technically Capsule Corporation owned this also, but her father left it alone to retain its natural, wild state. It was surrounded by a fence, but the forest was miles and miles wide. Who knew where the fence ended…
She was so busy concentrating on Vegeta's back that she missed a beat in her running when he turned his head back to look at her. He saw her stumble and smirked a bit. This irritated Bulma, so she gave him the finger and darted behind a row of trees.
He grinned wider with no malice, just genuine amusement. He hopped onto a massive branch of an ancient tree. The forest was gigantic and semi tropical, reminding him of the lush rainforest like vegetation on Vegetasei. Together they darted in and out of the other's eyesight, weaving paths through the thick branches and leaves. He threw his head back and laughed at it all, a rather insane laugh, Bulma thought. She quirked an eyebrow and sweatdropped as she caught sight of all the leaves and branches caught in Vegeta's hair. That, paired up with his out of character laughter made Bulma more nervous than Roshi without porn.
"Eh heh heh…heh." She laughed slightly, and sped up ahead of Vegeta. "What the hell are you doing out here Bulma?" She asked herself, barely avoiding an oncoming branch. She heard Vegeta's mocking laughter behind her. She grit her teeth, wondering what he was up to. It was clear he wasn't as upset as he had been at the start of their little, "outing," and was ok now, if not a bit euphorically insane. Was this a game? A bit of fun for him? Or…a test? Bulma's face spread into a large, plotting grin, and with a burst of ki, sped up far ahead of Vegeta.
Vegeta felt her following him. A growl rumbled deep within his throat. Why did she always do that? It irritated him that she could read him so well and know when to follow him, when not to, and how to push his buttons. Was he that readable? Was he getting soft?
He sped up, angry that his hunches had been right. She should have never followed him. In Saiyajin rituals, it made him the prey, the weaker, the one to be forced into submission. He laughed. Right. Vegeta submit? Heh. An insane mental picture of Bulma in black leather and whips and chains briefly filled his mind. This fueled his laughter. It just didn't fit. (And besides, dominatrix Bulma is a scary thought even for the author of this story. Wouldn't that make a lovely Barbie doll though?!)
He felt better, and relaxed. She knew nothing of Saiyajin rituals, mating, bonding or whatever. He had nothing to worry about.
He could hear her tiny footsteps behind him, and could smell her scent in the air. The adrenaline in his veins mixed with her smell made his head full and dizzy. He would test her just a bit, have a little fun. But, as much as he tried to ignore it, the thought kept on tormenting him:
Submission to a creature such as her would be like a plunge into a deep water, a race in the clouds...heaven on earth.
***********
Her eyes darted frantically around the compound, never leaving the prince's form. He was fast beyond human capabilities to register, and the only way Bulma knew where to look was because of the brief training she had received in finding ki signatures. Not that she had needed it. She could feel where he was without his ki mark. Bulma realized how much of a stalker she sounded like and promptly sweatdropped.
She watched him bound over the Capsule Corporation 10 foot tall fence, the boundary of the company's grounds. Her eyes widened. How far had she followed him? How fast had she been going? With a grunt of determination she struggled over the fence, hands burning at the jolts of electricity. Half of her hand was deadened anyway, and she didn't feel like wasting any of her energy to fly over the fence. She bit her lip, hoisted herself over the rest of the fence, and ran after the prince, who was nearing the start of a forest. She knew that technically Capsule Corporation owned this also, but her father left it alone to retain its natural, wild state. It was surrounded by a fence, but the forest was miles and miles wide. Who knew where the fence ended…
She was so busy concentrating on Vegeta's back that she missed a beat in her running when he turned his head back to look at her. He saw her stumble and smirked a bit. This irritated Bulma, so she gave him the finger and darted behind a row of trees.
He grinned wider with no malice, just genuine amusement. He hopped onto a massive branch of an ancient tree. The forest was gigantic and semi tropical, reminding him of the lush rainforest like vegetation on Vegetasei. Together they darted in and out of the other's eyesight, weaving paths through the thick branches and leaves. He threw his head back and laughed at it all, a rather insane laugh, Bulma thought. She quirked an eyebrow and sweatdropped as she caught sight of all the leaves and branches caught in Vegeta's hair. That, paired up with his out of character laughter made Bulma more nervous than Roshi without porn.
"Eh heh heh…heh." She laughed slightly, and sped up ahead of Vegeta. "What the hell are you doing out here Bulma?" She asked herself, barely avoiding an oncoming branch. She heard Vegeta's mocking laughter behind her. She grit her teeth, wondering what he was up to. It was clear he wasn't as upset as he had been at the start of their little, "outing," and was ok now, if not a bit euphorically insane. Was this a game? A bit of fun for him? Or…a test? Bulma's face spread into a large, plotting grin, and with a burst of ki, sped up far ahead of Vegeta.