Disclaimers: I do not currently own DBZ or any of its characters. Although
it would be cool if I owned Bulma. She totally kicks ass!
Notes: OOkkkaayyy..... Obviously chapter four wasn't my best update AT ALL. I was totally rushed ( Key word here: RUSHED) and I seriously apologize to all those readers who had to suffer for my laziness. I will try to better my writing so that you people can enjoy. But for me to know what you like/dislike, you NEED to review. Thats all I ask, K? Enjoy! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vegeta awoke to the sound of his own ragged breathing, the intense searing pain in his chest and heart waking him from the deep sleep and he had to stop for a moment to take in the unfamiliar surroundings around him.Remembering what had happened at the auction and the meeting with the woman that was supposedly his new owner, Vegeta relaxed his tense muscles slowly. Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, he breathed in deeply hoping to ease the pain in his chest.
With a low growl in his throat, he admitted failure in easing the pain, throwing the covers off himself and stepping onto the cold wooden floor of the castle's guest room. The moonlight drifting in through the glass windows allowed him to search through the room's closet, pulling out a white camisole that he suspected belonged to the Saiyan servant who carried him up from the carriage.
' Damn, ' He thought hastily, the pain hindering his ability to think,' The shirt doesnt fit.' The sleeves and length of the shirt fit him a little too big, but the button down front didnt close together around his chest, the small white buttons refusing to attach. He left it open, too frustrated to care as he walked out the bedroom door and closed it behind him silently.
Vegeta fully intened to wake up Bulma, the lady of the household and demand some medication for the chest pain. But as he walked across the hallway and stood at her door, his fist poised to pound, the pain grew even more intense than before and he clutched at the shirt to keep him self from cursing out loud. Barging into the room, Vegeta stumbled over to Bulma's bedside and held on against the edge of the bed for support.
She had slept in her day clothes, too exhausted to change and even in his pain, he consiously acknowledged Bulma's attractiveness. The front bodice hugged Bulma's subtle curves nicely, the velvet neckline plunged low enough for Vegeta to see the firm peach globes of flesh and he had to look up at her face to avoid staring.
" Woman, wake up." He whispered harshly, his hand on her shoulder shook her gently, but hard enough to wake her up. Vegeta could tell that she was in pain as well, the almost dried trails of tranparent tears falling across her cheeks and the occasional hiccuping in her sleep signaled distress.
The pain in his chest lessened as Bulma woke up, the steady feeling of weight being lifted off of him once he was around the teal haired woman allowed him to breath easily and painlessly again.Vegeta pondered breifly why that was so until the woman's blank stare and silence caught and held his attention, his eyes transfixed on her wide ones.
Bulma had sat herself upright now," What are you doing here?" She asked,wondering if Vegeta might attempt to make good on his past threat to end her life in the middle of the night.
" I....uh...." Vegeta stopped, thinking twice now about telling her what happened. No use in allowing her to see him weak and in pain if it wasn't absolutely necessary. He frowned. " Nothing. Just came to wake you up, you were keeping me up half the night with the sounds of your unceasing tossing and turning."
Bulma watched as he crossed his arms and stood glaring down at her with a scowl. The window behind him stood open still, the unbuttoned flaps of Vegeta's shirt dancing wildly in the passing breeze and the softly blue tinted glow from the moon silhouetted the taunt skin over his rippled muscles. Bulma had to look away, her face and chest burning with an unfamiliar feeling of shyness that she hasn't felt in years.
He knew and felt the desire that she was trying to hide and smirked to himself, watching her as she fidgeted with her fingers nervously like a blushing school girl.
"You dont have to stop looking at me if you dont wish to." He spoke lowly to Bulma, leaning over the bed and closer to her ear.
She moved her head away quickly from him, her look of pure mortification and embarrasment brought a feeling of satisfaction to Vegeta. " I was SO NOT looking at you! You were.... you just.... were....." Bulma stumbled over the words, her hands moving a hundred miles an hour nervously trying to explain. " You were just THERE, and you looked better than anything else here so... NO, I DIDNT mean that....what I meant was that I was only trying to be polite and look at you."
" In the eyes I mean. " She added quickly, " Just trying to be polite." Bulma hated the way that she added the last part lamely and decided to shut up.
Vegeta reached over, grabbing her hands quickly and rubbed them across his bare chest, unexpectedly enjoying the feel of her small hands on his skin. " Then I must be polite as well in return." He tauntingly looked up at her, bringing her fingers up to his lips and giving each a small suckle. " That is after all why I was purchased, to bring you pleasure and ecstasy."
Unconciously, Bulma licked her lower lip before coming back into reality, her eyes widened and she shook her head to clear her mind. Pushing at him to move away, she tucked a loose strand of her teal hair behind her ear. " Oh dear God no. I didnt purchase you for THAT particular reason exactly. At all I should say." She pointed to a chair in the far corner of the room and motioned for him to sit in it.
Instead of sitting in the far corner where Bulma wanted him to be, Vegeta dragged the chair across the wooden floor and seated himself and the chair as close as the bed as possible. She smiled nervously at him, praying to God that she wouldnt do anything stupid around him.
" Although being a pleasure slave is what you were taught to do. I didnt necessarily buy you for that reason, you see....." Bulma stopped, not knowing what to say, the recent situation with Vegeta and her lack of sleep inhibited her from thinking.
" Do tell, what was the reason why you so generously purchased me and saved me from the ruins of slavedom?" Vegeta inquired sarcastically.
She frowned at him." You're enjoying this arent you mister?" Bulma accused.
" Every second of it."
Crossing her arms, she faced him squarely in the eyes. " Then lets just say that I didnt buy you for you to become my boy toy." She raised her nose as if to snub him, " I have higher standards than to breed with a man that supposedly transforms into a monkey."
" And would your higher standards include the man that was with you at the Auction?" Vegeta snorted, " By the looks of the prissy weakling I would say that he went under the limits of your so called ' standards'."
Bulma was confused, " What does Yamcha have to do with this?"
" He was the one that you were dreaming and crying over a little while ago, woman, dont play stupid."
She stared at him, unbelieving. Was the connection so intense and so deep that they were able to feel what each other was feeling? To even go beyond that and to know what they were dreaming about? " You know my dream? " Bulma asked, laying a hand on her chest. " You saw what happened?"
Vegeta played unconcerned and relaxed himself in the chair." I didnt see you as in SEE you or hear what was going on, but I knew it was you and it had to do with that weakling at the Auction that hung around you like flies on horse shit." He frowned again, his eyebrows knitting together." I dont like him."
" Its not possible for someone to like him, I'll give you that much. "
Silence
Bulma layed back down on her bed, laying on her side with an elbow propped up supporting her head as she watched him watch her intensely. " What was your life like at Planet Vegeta? Tell me about it."
When he ignored her, she pressed on further. " Please?" She asked quietly.
He frowned and raised his nose at her." Woman, I HAD no life in Planet Vegeta, remember? All thanks to you and your stupid weak race, I was denied my right to rule over my people in my own damn planet."
Bulma kicked herself mentally and laughed nervously." Oh yeah, thats right. You were transfered here when you were little werent you? So does that mean that you have very little memory of your childhood?"
A soft snort was his answer, his onyx eyes burned through her soul, threatening to consume her emotions." I dont even know what Quadrant Planet Vegeta is in anymore. Its been too long....." Vegeta left it at that, his voice feigning indifference although Bulma felt it inside her heart that it was the total opposite.
She was quiet for a moment, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. " Would you like to see it then?" Bulma was met with a look of confusion.
" What are you taking about Woman? The planet I know is at least half a million miles away." Vegeta leveled his eyes skeptically at her, his tone low and rough. "Are you telling me that you can show me my home planet right here, right now?"
Bulma smiled at the very soft rise of excitement in his usually stoic voice. Or was it just his high suspicion rising to the surface? She didnt mind, only knowing that she could help give him something that he has desparately needed for himself, something that was deprived of him for his whole life. She moved over across the bed, making room and patted the space next to her;motioning for him to join her.
He uncharacteristically hesitated, wether of wariness or otherwise she didnt know. " Im not going to bite you." She grinned at him, " Hop on."
He moved onto the bed quickly, the bed springs creaking under the added weight of the Saiyan Prince. Bulma layed once more on her side, watching as Vegeta layed back facing the ceiling above him. He moved his arms up behind his neck and suppported his head before returning Bulma's glance.
" Are you sure you can do this?" He asked cynically before Bulma moved back down and layed back as well, both now looking up at the wooden ceiling beams running across the roof of Bulma's bedchambers.
" I'd like to think I could do that." The Tersian Countess paused then, wanting to restate that after feeling Vegeta's doubt rise." I mean,I know that I am capable of doing this for you."
" Why is why I want you to tell me why you are doing this for me."
Bulma shrugged, a faint tint of pink spreading across her cheeks and she looked away for a moment, thinking. " Because I think that what my people has done to yours was wrong and cruel. Although I cant repay for the sins my people have committed, this is my little way of asking for forgiveness for what has happened."
Vegeta closed his eyes in concentration." Apologizing to me is futile, nothing of what happened concerns you, woman. Dont waste your breath blaming yourself for something you didnt do." Taking a deep breath, he waited." Well? Lets go woman, show me what you've got."
" Ok," Bulma started, stretching her hands out." For what I am about to do, Im going to need to search through the deepest corners of your mind, where memory has hidden from you the things that you seek. "
Vegeta stayed silent, looking at her as she continued. " But Im going to need for you to put me in absolute control in order for this to work out right."
A scowl wound up on Vegeta's chiseled face. " Are you crazy?! Im not going to put you in control!" Sitting up straight, he stared down at her angrily." NO one is going to control me but me woman." He whispered harshly, pointing his fingers at himself." You got that?"
" Vegeta, I cant do this for you if you dont cooperate with me! And I know how hard it is to let someone control you totally like how I'm asking of you now, but I'm not going to betray you. I want for you to help me with this, please!"
Her face took on the look of pure frustration, and she hoped that Vegeta would see how much she wanted to help him." I know why you dont want me to control you Vegeta. Its your stupid Saiyan pride thats holding you back and you're the only one going to suffer for it!"
Bulma sat up with Vegeta now, and grabbed his right arm with desparation. " Vegeta, I could show you things that you've never seen before, I could take you to places where you've only dreamed about. Im going to use my magic to help you, not destroy you. I need for you..... I WANT for you to trust in me, Vegeta. Will you?"
He frowned at her," Dont go and do anything stupid while you're doing this."
She practically giggled when he finally relented." I promise." She said with a smile.
Lying down on their backs once more, Bulma closed her eyes and waited for Vegeta to do the same. Placing a fingertip to his forehead, she felt Vegeta completely relax under her spell. " Annun Ra Fiotena Macente Viva Te Nataru."
The winds floating in through the windows picked up speed, the forces becoming faster and faster as small objects in her room were thrown off their normal resting place, landing with ferocity to the floor. Bulma could feel Vegeta struggle under her spell, wanting to open his eyes and see the comotion going on in the outside world.
' Dont open your eyes Vegeta. I need you to trust me remember? Nothing is going to happen. Were almost done.'
Bulma transmitted her thought to him, her soft words hitting him like soft feathers in his mind. He was curious wanting to watch, not expecting such a show of wind and noise to come along with the help Bulma promised him.
The spell was half over, she knew and as she braced herself for the onslaught of flooding memories, she nearly drowned of the newly released emotions that Vegeta had kept hidden with lock and key in the deepest, darkest corners of his mind. Just as she was bombarded with memories, she wondered wether it was a good idea now. Afraid of his reaction, Bulma rode on the onslaught of flowing memories knowing that the hardest part ahead of them lay when they open their eyes once more and they were confronted with Vegeta's troubling past.
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Yay, loonngg chappie for you people. Took me like a week to write this. Please review peeps, its all I get in return for writing this. Keep on the look out for the next chapter of The Pleasure Filled Quarters. Ja ne minna- san!
Notes: OOkkkaayyy..... Obviously chapter four wasn't my best update AT ALL. I was totally rushed ( Key word here: RUSHED) and I seriously apologize to all those readers who had to suffer for my laziness. I will try to better my writing so that you people can enjoy. But for me to know what you like/dislike, you NEED to review. Thats all I ask, K? Enjoy! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vegeta awoke to the sound of his own ragged breathing, the intense searing pain in his chest and heart waking him from the deep sleep and he had to stop for a moment to take in the unfamiliar surroundings around him.Remembering what had happened at the auction and the meeting with the woman that was supposedly his new owner, Vegeta relaxed his tense muscles slowly. Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, he breathed in deeply hoping to ease the pain in his chest.
With a low growl in his throat, he admitted failure in easing the pain, throwing the covers off himself and stepping onto the cold wooden floor of the castle's guest room. The moonlight drifting in through the glass windows allowed him to search through the room's closet, pulling out a white camisole that he suspected belonged to the Saiyan servant who carried him up from the carriage.
' Damn, ' He thought hastily, the pain hindering his ability to think,' The shirt doesnt fit.' The sleeves and length of the shirt fit him a little too big, but the button down front didnt close together around his chest, the small white buttons refusing to attach. He left it open, too frustrated to care as he walked out the bedroom door and closed it behind him silently.
Vegeta fully intened to wake up Bulma, the lady of the household and demand some medication for the chest pain. But as he walked across the hallway and stood at her door, his fist poised to pound, the pain grew even more intense than before and he clutched at the shirt to keep him self from cursing out loud. Barging into the room, Vegeta stumbled over to Bulma's bedside and held on against the edge of the bed for support.
She had slept in her day clothes, too exhausted to change and even in his pain, he consiously acknowledged Bulma's attractiveness. The front bodice hugged Bulma's subtle curves nicely, the velvet neckline plunged low enough for Vegeta to see the firm peach globes of flesh and he had to look up at her face to avoid staring.
" Woman, wake up." He whispered harshly, his hand on her shoulder shook her gently, but hard enough to wake her up. Vegeta could tell that she was in pain as well, the almost dried trails of tranparent tears falling across her cheeks and the occasional hiccuping in her sleep signaled distress.
The pain in his chest lessened as Bulma woke up, the steady feeling of weight being lifted off of him once he was around the teal haired woman allowed him to breath easily and painlessly again.Vegeta pondered breifly why that was so until the woman's blank stare and silence caught and held his attention, his eyes transfixed on her wide ones.
Bulma had sat herself upright now," What are you doing here?" She asked,wondering if Vegeta might attempt to make good on his past threat to end her life in the middle of the night.
" I....uh...." Vegeta stopped, thinking twice now about telling her what happened. No use in allowing her to see him weak and in pain if it wasn't absolutely necessary. He frowned. " Nothing. Just came to wake you up, you were keeping me up half the night with the sounds of your unceasing tossing and turning."
Bulma watched as he crossed his arms and stood glaring down at her with a scowl. The window behind him stood open still, the unbuttoned flaps of Vegeta's shirt dancing wildly in the passing breeze and the softly blue tinted glow from the moon silhouetted the taunt skin over his rippled muscles. Bulma had to look away, her face and chest burning with an unfamiliar feeling of shyness that she hasn't felt in years.
He knew and felt the desire that she was trying to hide and smirked to himself, watching her as she fidgeted with her fingers nervously like a blushing school girl.
"You dont have to stop looking at me if you dont wish to." He spoke lowly to Bulma, leaning over the bed and closer to her ear.
She moved her head away quickly from him, her look of pure mortification and embarrasment brought a feeling of satisfaction to Vegeta. " I was SO NOT looking at you! You were.... you just.... were....." Bulma stumbled over the words, her hands moving a hundred miles an hour nervously trying to explain. " You were just THERE, and you looked better than anything else here so... NO, I DIDNT mean that....what I meant was that I was only trying to be polite and look at you."
" In the eyes I mean. " She added quickly, " Just trying to be polite." Bulma hated the way that she added the last part lamely and decided to shut up.
Vegeta reached over, grabbing her hands quickly and rubbed them across his bare chest, unexpectedly enjoying the feel of her small hands on his skin. " Then I must be polite as well in return." He tauntingly looked up at her, bringing her fingers up to his lips and giving each a small suckle. " That is after all why I was purchased, to bring you pleasure and ecstasy."
Unconciously, Bulma licked her lower lip before coming back into reality, her eyes widened and she shook her head to clear her mind. Pushing at him to move away, she tucked a loose strand of her teal hair behind her ear. " Oh dear God no. I didnt purchase you for THAT particular reason exactly. At all I should say." She pointed to a chair in the far corner of the room and motioned for him to sit in it.
Instead of sitting in the far corner where Bulma wanted him to be, Vegeta dragged the chair across the wooden floor and seated himself and the chair as close as the bed as possible. She smiled nervously at him, praying to God that she wouldnt do anything stupid around him.
" Although being a pleasure slave is what you were taught to do. I didnt necessarily buy you for that reason, you see....." Bulma stopped, not knowing what to say, the recent situation with Vegeta and her lack of sleep inhibited her from thinking.
" Do tell, what was the reason why you so generously purchased me and saved me from the ruins of slavedom?" Vegeta inquired sarcastically.
She frowned at him." You're enjoying this arent you mister?" Bulma accused.
" Every second of it."
Crossing her arms, she faced him squarely in the eyes. " Then lets just say that I didnt buy you for you to become my boy toy." She raised her nose as if to snub him, " I have higher standards than to breed with a man that supposedly transforms into a monkey."
" And would your higher standards include the man that was with you at the Auction?" Vegeta snorted, " By the looks of the prissy weakling I would say that he went under the limits of your so called ' standards'."
Bulma was confused, " What does Yamcha have to do with this?"
" He was the one that you were dreaming and crying over a little while ago, woman, dont play stupid."
She stared at him, unbelieving. Was the connection so intense and so deep that they were able to feel what each other was feeling? To even go beyond that and to know what they were dreaming about? " You know my dream? " Bulma asked, laying a hand on her chest. " You saw what happened?"
Vegeta played unconcerned and relaxed himself in the chair." I didnt see you as in SEE you or hear what was going on, but I knew it was you and it had to do with that weakling at the Auction that hung around you like flies on horse shit." He frowned again, his eyebrows knitting together." I dont like him."
" Its not possible for someone to like him, I'll give you that much. "
Silence
Bulma layed back down on her bed, laying on her side with an elbow propped up supporting her head as she watched him watch her intensely. " What was your life like at Planet Vegeta? Tell me about it."
When he ignored her, she pressed on further. " Please?" She asked quietly.
He frowned and raised his nose at her." Woman, I HAD no life in Planet Vegeta, remember? All thanks to you and your stupid weak race, I was denied my right to rule over my people in my own damn planet."
Bulma kicked herself mentally and laughed nervously." Oh yeah, thats right. You were transfered here when you were little werent you? So does that mean that you have very little memory of your childhood?"
A soft snort was his answer, his onyx eyes burned through her soul, threatening to consume her emotions." I dont even know what Quadrant Planet Vegeta is in anymore. Its been too long....." Vegeta left it at that, his voice feigning indifference although Bulma felt it inside her heart that it was the total opposite.
She was quiet for a moment, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. " Would you like to see it then?" Bulma was met with a look of confusion.
" What are you taking about Woman? The planet I know is at least half a million miles away." Vegeta leveled his eyes skeptically at her, his tone low and rough. "Are you telling me that you can show me my home planet right here, right now?"
Bulma smiled at the very soft rise of excitement in his usually stoic voice. Or was it just his high suspicion rising to the surface? She didnt mind, only knowing that she could help give him something that he has desparately needed for himself, something that was deprived of him for his whole life. She moved over across the bed, making room and patted the space next to her;motioning for him to join her.
He uncharacteristically hesitated, wether of wariness or otherwise she didnt know. " Im not going to bite you." She grinned at him, " Hop on."
He moved onto the bed quickly, the bed springs creaking under the added weight of the Saiyan Prince. Bulma layed once more on her side, watching as Vegeta layed back facing the ceiling above him. He moved his arms up behind his neck and suppported his head before returning Bulma's glance.
" Are you sure you can do this?" He asked cynically before Bulma moved back down and layed back as well, both now looking up at the wooden ceiling beams running across the roof of Bulma's bedchambers.
" I'd like to think I could do that." The Tersian Countess paused then, wanting to restate that after feeling Vegeta's doubt rise." I mean,I know that I am capable of doing this for you."
" Why is why I want you to tell me why you are doing this for me."
Bulma shrugged, a faint tint of pink spreading across her cheeks and she looked away for a moment, thinking. " Because I think that what my people has done to yours was wrong and cruel. Although I cant repay for the sins my people have committed, this is my little way of asking for forgiveness for what has happened."
Vegeta closed his eyes in concentration." Apologizing to me is futile, nothing of what happened concerns you, woman. Dont waste your breath blaming yourself for something you didnt do." Taking a deep breath, he waited." Well? Lets go woman, show me what you've got."
" Ok," Bulma started, stretching her hands out." For what I am about to do, Im going to need to search through the deepest corners of your mind, where memory has hidden from you the things that you seek. "
Vegeta stayed silent, looking at her as she continued. " But Im going to need for you to put me in absolute control in order for this to work out right."
A scowl wound up on Vegeta's chiseled face. " Are you crazy?! Im not going to put you in control!" Sitting up straight, he stared down at her angrily." NO one is going to control me but me woman." He whispered harshly, pointing his fingers at himself." You got that?"
" Vegeta, I cant do this for you if you dont cooperate with me! And I know how hard it is to let someone control you totally like how I'm asking of you now, but I'm not going to betray you. I want for you to help me with this, please!"
Her face took on the look of pure frustration, and she hoped that Vegeta would see how much she wanted to help him." I know why you dont want me to control you Vegeta. Its your stupid Saiyan pride thats holding you back and you're the only one going to suffer for it!"
Bulma sat up with Vegeta now, and grabbed his right arm with desparation. " Vegeta, I could show you things that you've never seen before, I could take you to places where you've only dreamed about. Im going to use my magic to help you, not destroy you. I need for you..... I WANT for you to trust in me, Vegeta. Will you?"
He frowned at her," Dont go and do anything stupid while you're doing this."
She practically giggled when he finally relented." I promise." She said with a smile.
Lying down on their backs once more, Bulma closed her eyes and waited for Vegeta to do the same. Placing a fingertip to his forehead, she felt Vegeta completely relax under her spell. " Annun Ra Fiotena Macente Viva Te Nataru."
The winds floating in through the windows picked up speed, the forces becoming faster and faster as small objects in her room were thrown off their normal resting place, landing with ferocity to the floor. Bulma could feel Vegeta struggle under her spell, wanting to open his eyes and see the comotion going on in the outside world.
' Dont open your eyes Vegeta. I need you to trust me remember? Nothing is going to happen. Were almost done.'
Bulma transmitted her thought to him, her soft words hitting him like soft feathers in his mind. He was curious wanting to watch, not expecting such a show of wind and noise to come along with the help Bulma promised him.
The spell was half over, she knew and as she braced herself for the onslaught of flooding memories, she nearly drowned of the newly released emotions that Vegeta had kept hidden with lock and key in the deepest, darkest corners of his mind. Just as she was bombarded with memories, she wondered wether it was a good idea now. Afraid of his reaction, Bulma rode on the onslaught of flowing memories knowing that the hardest part ahead of them lay when they open their eyes once more and they were confronted with Vegeta's troubling past.
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Yay, loonngg chappie for you people. Took me like a week to write this. Please review peeps, its all I get in return for writing this. Keep on the look out for the next chapter of The Pleasure Filled Quarters. Ja ne minna- san!