If any of you have heard the song, "Daylight in your eyes," the next
couplet of lyrics is totally justified by what I have planned for this
chapter. You'll just have to read to see. Thanks to everyone who's read,
even if you don't review, I still really appreciate that fact that you read
this! And those of you, who review, double thanks! On with the story to
see what mischief I've cooked up.
Just a random suggestion: download "angels crying" by DJ Mystik. Hella good song. Just thought I'd let you know. "Angel of love" ain't half bad either… well, anyways… hee hee…
Chapter 6
Vejita's snapped open as they had every morning since he arrived here. He had tuned his mind like a clock to awaken at the same time every morning, just before the crack of dawn. He would get in a few hours of training before coming in to raid the pantry then return for a whole day's worth of training then come in for a feast of a dinner then crash into bed. The same thing he did every damn day since he arrival with the exception of infrequent breaks for lunch and bathing. The woman had complained so much about his stench that he finally relented to a bath every other day, if only to shut her up. Honestly, that woman could be so insufferable. He pulled on his training suit, one of the dozens of pairs she had made him. He grumbled. That woman DID go overboard sometimes. She had been fussy like she was his mother or something. He HAD to admit though, for all her faults, she would make some child a fine mother because she did care. But for the Prince of Saiyajins, the woman's nitpickings were aggravating and could not be tolerated. So whenever she started down that path, he was quick to put her back in her place, which she grumbled about for sometime afterward. Luckily, he always left before he had to suffer her temper too much. Surprisingly, when he got to the first floor the kitchen light was on. There were plates heaped with food and a large jug of juice, all to his taste. Bulma was just cleaning up her workspace when she heard him enter. She looked up at him and his confused expression. She almost broke out laughing. "Hey there." He looked at her suspiciously. She placed one hand on her hip. "I did not wake up early so you could just stare at it, so eat." He sat down slowly and began to eat. She continued to clean while she talked. "I bet you're wondering why I did this, huh? And no—it's not because I like you in the least bit." She brushed his fear aside. "I have to go to work early today and therefore will not be available to make you breakfast and I do NOT want you terrorizing our staff or my parents or even ATTEMPTING to make food on your own. Thus…this," she gestured to the mass of food. He simply went from assessing her statement to assessing the food. "It is NOT poisonous, Vejita." "How do I know that," he grunted. She rolled her eyes. "Here I am being nice and you accuse me of attempted murder?" "You could never accomplish such thing, woman. That requires cunning." "Excuse me?! I did not wake up to cook you breakfast so you can insult me intelligence, you fuck!" Suddenly his head snapped violently to look at her. "Watch yourself." "No, you watch YOURSELF! I don't believe this! That's it. That's the last favor I do for you ungrateful little asshole!" By this time, he had stood up and was taking a menacing stance. Bulma, normally, would have been afraid but her anger was very much clouding her judgement at the moment. "That's right. Hit me! See if I care. Do it just to prove how much of a MAN you are." "Don't ask for something you don't want, wench." "Oh, keep pouring on the insults! See how much I can take, Vejita." "Humph! I owe you nothing." "That's right. I owe YOU everything, isn't that right? I do NOTHING for you." "You WILL owe me everything, bitch, when I save this planet." "Don't you mean when Goku saves the planet?" oops… shouldn't have said that. That was the last straw. Vejita, in a flash, was in front of Bulma, his thick, strong hands curled around her throat. "Do you have a death wish, woman?" "I don't care…" with that, tears began to spill from her eyes. Vejita thought they looked like crystal forming on her eyelashes, glistening in the faintly appearing sunlight. "Humph! You are weak. Get out of my sight…" "Don't tell me what to do," she whispered almost breathless. "Don't push me, woman…"
Wanna know you better
Wanna push you baby, but never too far
It was then that he dropped his hand from her throat and she fell to the ground like a sack. He turned on his heels and stalked out of the room. Bulma grasped her neck where she was sure there were bright red finger marks. For long moments she sat there on the cold floor, unable to utter a word. Presently, Mrs. Briefs waltzed into the room. "Oh, you're home, cream puff! Are you ready to go shopping?" Bulma tried hard to choke out her words but could only moan. "Bulma? Are you okay?" Bulma only shook her head. By now she was quivering. Her mother dropped to her knees beside her daughter, taking the young girl into her arms. "There, there. It'll be all right. I promise." Bulma began to sob hysterically, "No, Mom, it won't" She collapsed into her mother's arms and the two sat there rocking long into the night.
Dr. Briefs strode in the front door of his house, flipping through a few forms that he needed signed by morning. He let out a frustrated growl and passed through the kitchen. He took notice of his wife consoling his daughter that was slumped on the floor…again. 'Geez. How many times does that girl break down? Sometimes I question her reliability…' His wife looked up at him pleadingly. "What do you want me to do?" he asked gruffly. She simply cleared her throat. 'Oh, like that really helps.' He reached down and grabbed Bulma firmly by her upper arm, hoisting her up to her feet. "Get up, girl. Whatever it is; it's not as dramatic as you make it." Unbelieving, she gazed at him through her bleary eyes. "Like YOU would know. Leave me alone." "Learn your place! I am you father and you will respect me as such!" "And I am your daughter, so treat me as such!" He gritted his teeth and shook her. "Get a hold of yourself!" Mrs. Briefs put a soothing hand on her husband's arm and spoke, "Gently, dear. Gently." "I'm sick and tired of her moods. Fix your little "emotional" problems or get out of MY HOUSE!" Bulma screamed and ran upstairs after wrenching her arm from her father's grasp. She slammed the door and threw herself on her bed. Mrs. Briefs shook her head. "Not at all what I meant by gently…" He threw his hands, frustrated, into the air and walked off to his office. Mrs. Briefs went back to sorting coupons for her shopping trip later that evening.
Vejita sat in the living room watching TV, motionless. 'God, this human family is so bizarre. Even more so than Kakarotto and his devil of a family. I'll never get used to this stupid planet.' He went back to watching, "When Good Animals Go Bad" and chuckled evilly the entire time.
Bulma awoke the next morning with a stiffness in her bones and her eyes unable to open due to tiredness. She stumbled into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. She jumped into the shower and quickly she was out again. She threw on some messy work clothes and crept to the top of the stairs. She couldn't hear any one in the kitchen and for that, she sighed a breath of relief. She didn't want anyone to see her as she was now. She walked down the stairs in her bare feet, shivering when her feet hit the cold tile. But quickly her head shot up as she registered a presence at the breakfast bar.
Dr. Briefs sat munching his browned toast and flipping casually through the Capital City News newspaper. Bulma's breath caught in her throat as she noticed the only noise being the methodically crunching of the toast between her father's teeth. He stopped for a millisecond and she knew that he knew she was there, then he was back to reading. Bulma believed that to be the end of the confrontation but he pushed it further. "Vejita needs to have his Gravitron checked. You know, the routine one?" "Yes, father," Bulma mumbled in coherently. "Oh, and I left some work to be done on your desk. I expect it to be finished today, you hear?" Bulma nodded and walked outside. The bright light hurt her eyes and she stood there for a moment rubbing her eyes with her fists. She took a deep breath and struck out towards the Gravitron. She rapped lightly on the hidden door. She heard the growling and rumbling that erupted from the large capsule, then it stopped. Vejita, frustrated, threw open the door. "What is it?" Bulma shot her hands to her hips. "Well… if it's not too much trouble I'd like to service the Gravitron." "NOW?" "Don't yell at me! My father told me it was due for a check so if you DON'T mind!" "I do mind so go away." And with that, he slammed the door closed. "Honestly men are so stupid." Smiling cleverly, she ducked to the underside of the capsule and proceeded to fiddle a bit and was met triumphantly with a loud thump above her head. Just as she was squeezing out from under, Vejita stormed out into the sun. "Woman! What did you do?" Noticing her presence out of the corner of his eye he stomped towards her. "I told you I need to service the Gravitron NOW." "I told you, woman, NO." "My father told I had to do and I'm going to do it whether you agree or not." "Do you always do what daddy tells you?" he sneered. "Don't start with me, Vejita. I'm not in the mood for your shit today." "Like I care. Now leave me alone." "NO!" and with that Bulma walked into the GR and began to disassemble a panel in the back of the room. Vejita came in after her and stared menacingly at her for awhile before resolving that he might have to kill her before she would budge. That much he knew of her personality. He huffed and began at a repetition of one-armed pushups. Bulma took very little notice of him as she ran diagnostics of all system and began, piece by piece, to check the Gravitron.
After about two hours, Bulma leaned back from her work, wiping her sweaty palms on her trousers. She pulled wisps of fallen hair away from her sweaty neck. "Tired already?" "Oh, Vejita. Go bug someone else, please?" "Don't order me about." "I'm just not in the mood what with trying to make sure this thing doesn't kill you and all!" "Like it could." "I just might make you eat your words." He gave a short, sharp laugh. Bulma threw herself backwards and lay sprawled on the cold floor of the gravity room and surprisingly, Vejita sat down next to her. "Ugh! Not even a moment's peace." She playfully swatted a hand at him, which he easily caught. "Not very quick, are we?" Bulma in turn gave a short, sharp laugh. "You should so surprised and yet you remind me of my inadequacy everyday." "I'm doing you a favor." She laughed again and failed to notice Vejita's quick survey of her arm. He pressed at a dime-sized discoloration on her upper arm. "What's this?" She peered over at him through one eye. She shifted in instantaneous discomfort and mumbled something to the suggestion of "nothing." "Nothing, eh?" he pressed harder and she yelped, sitting up abruptly. "Well, it hurts if you do that moron." He hissed angrily, "I was not the one to first inflict this upon you, woman, so why are you yelling at me?" "It's no big deal but if you're going to dig at it… I AM human you know and subject to pain!" With that remark, she received another squeeze on her arm, which made her twist in discomfort. She threw her head back and gasped. Vejita smirked evilly. "Do you fear me?" "N—no…"Bulma stuttered. "What was that?" he rasped, applying her pressure to the miniature bruises present upon her form. "I'm not afraid of you, Vejita." He chuckled. "Well, you should be." He slowly brought her wrist up to his face. She winced quite visibly. He just laughed at this and continued a trail up her arm, breathing deeply and hotly on the underside of her arm. Bulma took a huge gulp. Her shaking was uncontrollable, little tremors slightly visible over her shield of poise. He continued his passage up her arm, his lips mere millimeters from the top of her skin, quaking. He smiled against her and finally he reached his destined target. He flipped her arm over and gently pressed his lips to one of the small raised bruises. She flinched but suddenly regained control as she realized that his ministrations did not hurt. He continued to "kiss" each and every one of the signs of abuse that lay upon her nearly perfect skin. Presently, she show something flicker out of his mouth. For several minutes she had been too afraid, shocked, to move that this new action further paralyzed her. She saw it again and again. Soon she felt something wet drag along her smooth china doll skin. Vejita's tongue traced a lazy pattern over her injuries and very nearly then she could feel no more pain, nothing but her own being and his heat so close to her. Slowly and quite hesitatingly she drew a hand up away from her side and placed it in Vejita's hair, stroking him as he continued with his tending to her wounds. Soon she heard begin with a low rumble in his chest as he felt the lulling effect of her "petting." She smiled slightly. He was acting just a cat or another animal by tending to its comrade's wounds and she was thankful.
Vejita caught himself making odd noises in his chest. A low, deep rumbling with an almost feral quality. He was disgusted. He looked up from his ministrations to see Bulma smiling at him. 'Ugh! What am I doing? This is so disturbing.' He shot up from the floor and growled. 'Shit! I can't let her know… that wasn't me, was it? Nah… Just get her out of here.' "Hey, bitch. Get out." Bulma looked up with startled hurt eyes. This just made Vejita grin, a wildly sadistic grin. "You heard me? Or are you deaf as well as ugly?" Tears began to form in Bulma's eyes as she struggled to reason why Vejita's mood would take a suddenly 180 degree turn. She gave up and returned his glare. "Fine, jerk!" She picked herself up off the floor and, after dusting her work trousers off, she replaced the panel, picked up her tools and made for the door. She was careful to avert her eyes from Vejita wherever she turned; she would not let him see her hurting the way she was. As she was almost out the door she heard Vejita's evil, throaty laugh. "Are you afraid of me now?" She contemplated this for a moment, much to his disappointment. She seemed to choose her words carefully. "N—no… No, Vejita. It is you who should be afraid of me." "Afraid of a weak, ugly, deaf human? I think not." "N—no matter what you think, I know. I know that I am stronger than you are. I think you ARE afraid of me, you just are an incredibly good actor is all. You'll see deep down, you are much weaker than you pretend to be." He hissed at her, "You do not know of what you speak. You, human, assume to know me, the Prince of all Saiyajin and yet you are as ignorant as you are ugly." Bulma gave Vejita a wistful smile almost capable of making him shudder. "And I do believe, no matter what you say, that I am the most beautiful woman you will ever know. Not in the entire world, no, but pretty enough for you." "You think you're good enough for me, wench?" "I know I am…" With this final addition, she spit all the angry and hatred she had bottled up inside, "…you weakling." Bulma turned and walked steadily out of the Gravitron, back to the main Capsule Corps building and the rest of her days work, leaving a seething and extremely stunned Saiyajin.
Wanna live forever
Wanna be like you, just as weak as you are
Weak as you are...
Bulma happily went about the rest of the days work: sorting stacks of papers dealing with the Capsule Corps history dating back a few decades, filing the year's taxes, which took a great amount of time, and making new orders of a new line of fashion capsules, the parts would have to be ordered in advance. She topped the day off with reverting back to her collection of potential offspring, all of which she believed would be believed to be the heir of Capsule Corps. But deep down she really wished she could have a child of her own. Wished that she could serve out the term of nine months and have a baby shower and later, a first birthday with many more to follow. She sighed but fat chance with Yamucha gone and she was not really keen on the idea of getting knocked up by a guy she didn't know. An adoption would be the best bet and besides, would needed all that stuff? Bulma pushed off the fanciful notions but deep down a tiny, loving voice said 'I do…' Bulma pushed herself away from her desk and, hefting the files under one arm, she headed towards home. She skipped up the stairs by twos and kicked off her shoes the moment she got into her room. Depositing the folders onto her bedroom desk, she floated into the bathroom, giddy with the prospect of having a child to raise and cherish and to spend every waking moment with. (I know not all prospective parents think this but hey, it's nice to make Bulma seem like a nice kind of mom, huh?)
Bulma exited from the bathroom an hour later, the steam following her like she was a goddess. Her luxurious blue hair was piled on her head with a towel wrap and the rest of her body was sheathed in a blue silk robe that flowed about her legs like water. Giving her hair a last shake down, she flounced up to her bed and leaped beneath the covers, smiling with the thought of the decision she would make tomorrow. Giving one last look to the collection of profiles on her desk, she snapped off the light in the room so that the only light shone in from the outside. She took a few minutes to get herself comfortable and then she was out.
…Outside the crickets chorused sad ballads of the insect world and one lonely night owl cried out but there was no reply so it ceased its pitiful calling at no one's door. The wind whispered sweet nothings to the stars and seemed to sweep by every window and door, including Bulma's. A small figure alighted on her balcony and walked, self-confidant, into the room. Peering over the right and spying a neat stack of file folders, the shadow began to examine each of these, mumbling occasionally a remark like "Weak…", "They call this a child?" or "That woman has such poor taste. Tsk…tsk…" with a emphatic click of the tongue. Setting the stack down exacting where it had been extracted from the shadow gave a quick compromising glance back at Bulma's sleeping form, which at that moment, moaned and turned over to face the shadow and the window. The shadow cocked its head and chuckled. "You want a child? You don't know what you're asking…" the shadow whispered to the attentive darkness. Then it chuckled once more and was gone…
Another chapter done and one more, perhaps two to go before I'm done! Wee- haa! And maybe I'll get started on a new fic. What do you think? Heh… maybe not. Next chapter should be a lemon if I can get a writer… if not, you may have to suffer my discretion at details or my poor, poor, writing. evil eyes Muahahahahahaha… As you may recognize, the licking thing wasn't totally original. A small part of "Uncertain Future" by catgirl26. P.s. that part almost got me crying. I was so close. Go read it! Chapter 11: Geta's Mistake. Go, go! Catgirl26: If you want more credit tell me or if you want it removed then I'm sure I can substitute something else there.
P.p.s. If anyone knows that fic where Bulma works at a store and Vejita is a mannequin that comes to life. Sounds weird, but I want to read it because it sounds good to me! So please tell me if you know. I saw the fan art for the fic and I want to read it so… please help me out here! Thanks!
~otaku-of-darkness~
love, love!
I got married to Trunks today. sob sob mmm…yummy like candy… c yas!
Just a random suggestion: download "angels crying" by DJ Mystik. Hella good song. Just thought I'd let you know. "Angel of love" ain't half bad either… well, anyways… hee hee…
Chapter 6
Vejita's snapped open as they had every morning since he arrived here. He had tuned his mind like a clock to awaken at the same time every morning, just before the crack of dawn. He would get in a few hours of training before coming in to raid the pantry then return for a whole day's worth of training then come in for a feast of a dinner then crash into bed. The same thing he did every damn day since he arrival with the exception of infrequent breaks for lunch and bathing. The woman had complained so much about his stench that he finally relented to a bath every other day, if only to shut her up. Honestly, that woman could be so insufferable. He pulled on his training suit, one of the dozens of pairs she had made him. He grumbled. That woman DID go overboard sometimes. She had been fussy like she was his mother or something. He HAD to admit though, for all her faults, she would make some child a fine mother because she did care. But for the Prince of Saiyajins, the woman's nitpickings were aggravating and could not be tolerated. So whenever she started down that path, he was quick to put her back in her place, which she grumbled about for sometime afterward. Luckily, he always left before he had to suffer her temper too much. Surprisingly, when he got to the first floor the kitchen light was on. There were plates heaped with food and a large jug of juice, all to his taste. Bulma was just cleaning up her workspace when she heard him enter. She looked up at him and his confused expression. She almost broke out laughing. "Hey there." He looked at her suspiciously. She placed one hand on her hip. "I did not wake up early so you could just stare at it, so eat." He sat down slowly and began to eat. She continued to clean while she talked. "I bet you're wondering why I did this, huh? And no—it's not because I like you in the least bit." She brushed his fear aside. "I have to go to work early today and therefore will not be available to make you breakfast and I do NOT want you terrorizing our staff or my parents or even ATTEMPTING to make food on your own. Thus…this," she gestured to the mass of food. He simply went from assessing her statement to assessing the food. "It is NOT poisonous, Vejita." "How do I know that," he grunted. She rolled her eyes. "Here I am being nice and you accuse me of attempted murder?" "You could never accomplish such thing, woman. That requires cunning." "Excuse me?! I did not wake up to cook you breakfast so you can insult me intelligence, you fuck!" Suddenly his head snapped violently to look at her. "Watch yourself." "No, you watch YOURSELF! I don't believe this! That's it. That's the last favor I do for you ungrateful little asshole!" By this time, he had stood up and was taking a menacing stance. Bulma, normally, would have been afraid but her anger was very much clouding her judgement at the moment. "That's right. Hit me! See if I care. Do it just to prove how much of a MAN you are." "Don't ask for something you don't want, wench." "Oh, keep pouring on the insults! See how much I can take, Vejita." "Humph! I owe you nothing." "That's right. I owe YOU everything, isn't that right? I do NOTHING for you." "You WILL owe me everything, bitch, when I save this planet." "Don't you mean when Goku saves the planet?" oops… shouldn't have said that. That was the last straw. Vejita, in a flash, was in front of Bulma, his thick, strong hands curled around her throat. "Do you have a death wish, woman?" "I don't care…" with that, tears began to spill from her eyes. Vejita thought they looked like crystal forming on her eyelashes, glistening in the faintly appearing sunlight. "Humph! You are weak. Get out of my sight…" "Don't tell me what to do," she whispered almost breathless. "Don't push me, woman…"
Wanna know you better
Wanna push you baby, but never too far
It was then that he dropped his hand from her throat and she fell to the ground like a sack. He turned on his heels and stalked out of the room. Bulma grasped her neck where she was sure there were bright red finger marks. For long moments she sat there on the cold floor, unable to utter a word. Presently, Mrs. Briefs waltzed into the room. "Oh, you're home, cream puff! Are you ready to go shopping?" Bulma tried hard to choke out her words but could only moan. "Bulma? Are you okay?" Bulma only shook her head. By now she was quivering. Her mother dropped to her knees beside her daughter, taking the young girl into her arms. "There, there. It'll be all right. I promise." Bulma began to sob hysterically, "No, Mom, it won't" She collapsed into her mother's arms and the two sat there rocking long into the night.
Dr. Briefs strode in the front door of his house, flipping through a few forms that he needed signed by morning. He let out a frustrated growl and passed through the kitchen. He took notice of his wife consoling his daughter that was slumped on the floor…again. 'Geez. How many times does that girl break down? Sometimes I question her reliability…' His wife looked up at him pleadingly. "What do you want me to do?" he asked gruffly. She simply cleared her throat. 'Oh, like that really helps.' He reached down and grabbed Bulma firmly by her upper arm, hoisting her up to her feet. "Get up, girl. Whatever it is; it's not as dramatic as you make it." Unbelieving, she gazed at him through her bleary eyes. "Like YOU would know. Leave me alone." "Learn your place! I am you father and you will respect me as such!" "And I am your daughter, so treat me as such!" He gritted his teeth and shook her. "Get a hold of yourself!" Mrs. Briefs put a soothing hand on her husband's arm and spoke, "Gently, dear. Gently." "I'm sick and tired of her moods. Fix your little "emotional" problems or get out of MY HOUSE!" Bulma screamed and ran upstairs after wrenching her arm from her father's grasp. She slammed the door and threw herself on her bed. Mrs. Briefs shook her head. "Not at all what I meant by gently…" He threw his hands, frustrated, into the air and walked off to his office. Mrs. Briefs went back to sorting coupons for her shopping trip later that evening.
Vejita sat in the living room watching TV, motionless. 'God, this human family is so bizarre. Even more so than Kakarotto and his devil of a family. I'll never get used to this stupid planet.' He went back to watching, "When Good Animals Go Bad" and chuckled evilly the entire time.
Bulma awoke the next morning with a stiffness in her bones and her eyes unable to open due to tiredness. She stumbled into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. She jumped into the shower and quickly she was out again. She threw on some messy work clothes and crept to the top of the stairs. She couldn't hear any one in the kitchen and for that, she sighed a breath of relief. She didn't want anyone to see her as she was now. She walked down the stairs in her bare feet, shivering when her feet hit the cold tile. But quickly her head shot up as she registered a presence at the breakfast bar.
Dr. Briefs sat munching his browned toast and flipping casually through the Capital City News newspaper. Bulma's breath caught in her throat as she noticed the only noise being the methodically crunching of the toast between her father's teeth. He stopped for a millisecond and she knew that he knew she was there, then he was back to reading. Bulma believed that to be the end of the confrontation but he pushed it further. "Vejita needs to have his Gravitron checked. You know, the routine one?" "Yes, father," Bulma mumbled in coherently. "Oh, and I left some work to be done on your desk. I expect it to be finished today, you hear?" Bulma nodded and walked outside. The bright light hurt her eyes and she stood there for a moment rubbing her eyes with her fists. She took a deep breath and struck out towards the Gravitron. She rapped lightly on the hidden door. She heard the growling and rumbling that erupted from the large capsule, then it stopped. Vejita, frustrated, threw open the door. "What is it?" Bulma shot her hands to her hips. "Well… if it's not too much trouble I'd like to service the Gravitron." "NOW?" "Don't yell at me! My father told me it was due for a check so if you DON'T mind!" "I do mind so go away." And with that, he slammed the door closed. "Honestly men are so stupid." Smiling cleverly, she ducked to the underside of the capsule and proceeded to fiddle a bit and was met triumphantly with a loud thump above her head. Just as she was squeezing out from under, Vejita stormed out into the sun. "Woman! What did you do?" Noticing her presence out of the corner of his eye he stomped towards her. "I told you I need to service the Gravitron NOW." "I told you, woman, NO." "My father told I had to do and I'm going to do it whether you agree or not." "Do you always do what daddy tells you?" he sneered. "Don't start with me, Vejita. I'm not in the mood for your shit today." "Like I care. Now leave me alone." "NO!" and with that Bulma walked into the GR and began to disassemble a panel in the back of the room. Vejita came in after her and stared menacingly at her for awhile before resolving that he might have to kill her before she would budge. That much he knew of her personality. He huffed and began at a repetition of one-armed pushups. Bulma took very little notice of him as she ran diagnostics of all system and began, piece by piece, to check the Gravitron.
After about two hours, Bulma leaned back from her work, wiping her sweaty palms on her trousers. She pulled wisps of fallen hair away from her sweaty neck. "Tired already?" "Oh, Vejita. Go bug someone else, please?" "Don't order me about." "I'm just not in the mood what with trying to make sure this thing doesn't kill you and all!" "Like it could." "I just might make you eat your words." He gave a short, sharp laugh. Bulma threw herself backwards and lay sprawled on the cold floor of the gravity room and surprisingly, Vejita sat down next to her. "Ugh! Not even a moment's peace." She playfully swatted a hand at him, which he easily caught. "Not very quick, are we?" Bulma in turn gave a short, sharp laugh. "You should so surprised and yet you remind me of my inadequacy everyday." "I'm doing you a favor." She laughed again and failed to notice Vejita's quick survey of her arm. He pressed at a dime-sized discoloration on her upper arm. "What's this?" She peered over at him through one eye. She shifted in instantaneous discomfort and mumbled something to the suggestion of "nothing." "Nothing, eh?" he pressed harder and she yelped, sitting up abruptly. "Well, it hurts if you do that moron." He hissed angrily, "I was not the one to first inflict this upon you, woman, so why are you yelling at me?" "It's no big deal but if you're going to dig at it… I AM human you know and subject to pain!" With that remark, she received another squeeze on her arm, which made her twist in discomfort. She threw her head back and gasped. Vejita smirked evilly. "Do you fear me?" "N—no…"Bulma stuttered. "What was that?" he rasped, applying her pressure to the miniature bruises present upon her form. "I'm not afraid of you, Vejita." He chuckled. "Well, you should be." He slowly brought her wrist up to his face. She winced quite visibly. He just laughed at this and continued a trail up her arm, breathing deeply and hotly on the underside of her arm. Bulma took a huge gulp. Her shaking was uncontrollable, little tremors slightly visible over her shield of poise. He continued his passage up her arm, his lips mere millimeters from the top of her skin, quaking. He smiled against her and finally he reached his destined target. He flipped her arm over and gently pressed his lips to one of the small raised bruises. She flinched but suddenly regained control as she realized that his ministrations did not hurt. He continued to "kiss" each and every one of the signs of abuse that lay upon her nearly perfect skin. Presently, she show something flicker out of his mouth. For several minutes she had been too afraid, shocked, to move that this new action further paralyzed her. She saw it again and again. Soon she felt something wet drag along her smooth china doll skin. Vejita's tongue traced a lazy pattern over her injuries and very nearly then she could feel no more pain, nothing but her own being and his heat so close to her. Slowly and quite hesitatingly she drew a hand up away from her side and placed it in Vejita's hair, stroking him as he continued with his tending to her wounds. Soon she heard begin with a low rumble in his chest as he felt the lulling effect of her "petting." She smiled slightly. He was acting just a cat or another animal by tending to its comrade's wounds and she was thankful.
Vejita caught himself making odd noises in his chest. A low, deep rumbling with an almost feral quality. He was disgusted. He looked up from his ministrations to see Bulma smiling at him. 'Ugh! What am I doing? This is so disturbing.' He shot up from the floor and growled. 'Shit! I can't let her know… that wasn't me, was it? Nah… Just get her out of here.' "Hey, bitch. Get out." Bulma looked up with startled hurt eyes. This just made Vejita grin, a wildly sadistic grin. "You heard me? Or are you deaf as well as ugly?" Tears began to form in Bulma's eyes as she struggled to reason why Vejita's mood would take a suddenly 180 degree turn. She gave up and returned his glare. "Fine, jerk!" She picked herself up off the floor and, after dusting her work trousers off, she replaced the panel, picked up her tools and made for the door. She was careful to avert her eyes from Vejita wherever she turned; she would not let him see her hurting the way she was. As she was almost out the door she heard Vejita's evil, throaty laugh. "Are you afraid of me now?" She contemplated this for a moment, much to his disappointment. She seemed to choose her words carefully. "N—no… No, Vejita. It is you who should be afraid of me." "Afraid of a weak, ugly, deaf human? I think not." "N—no matter what you think, I know. I know that I am stronger than you are. I think you ARE afraid of me, you just are an incredibly good actor is all. You'll see deep down, you are much weaker than you pretend to be." He hissed at her, "You do not know of what you speak. You, human, assume to know me, the Prince of all Saiyajin and yet you are as ignorant as you are ugly." Bulma gave Vejita a wistful smile almost capable of making him shudder. "And I do believe, no matter what you say, that I am the most beautiful woman you will ever know. Not in the entire world, no, but pretty enough for you." "You think you're good enough for me, wench?" "I know I am…" With this final addition, she spit all the angry and hatred she had bottled up inside, "…you weakling." Bulma turned and walked steadily out of the Gravitron, back to the main Capsule Corps building and the rest of her days work, leaving a seething and extremely stunned Saiyajin.
Wanna live forever
Wanna be like you, just as weak as you are
Weak as you are...
Bulma happily went about the rest of the days work: sorting stacks of papers dealing with the Capsule Corps history dating back a few decades, filing the year's taxes, which took a great amount of time, and making new orders of a new line of fashion capsules, the parts would have to be ordered in advance. She topped the day off with reverting back to her collection of potential offspring, all of which she believed would be believed to be the heir of Capsule Corps. But deep down she really wished she could have a child of her own. Wished that she could serve out the term of nine months and have a baby shower and later, a first birthday with many more to follow. She sighed but fat chance with Yamucha gone and she was not really keen on the idea of getting knocked up by a guy she didn't know. An adoption would be the best bet and besides, would needed all that stuff? Bulma pushed off the fanciful notions but deep down a tiny, loving voice said 'I do…' Bulma pushed herself away from her desk and, hefting the files under one arm, she headed towards home. She skipped up the stairs by twos and kicked off her shoes the moment she got into her room. Depositing the folders onto her bedroom desk, she floated into the bathroom, giddy with the prospect of having a child to raise and cherish and to spend every waking moment with. (I know not all prospective parents think this but hey, it's nice to make Bulma seem like a nice kind of mom, huh?)
Bulma exited from the bathroom an hour later, the steam following her like she was a goddess. Her luxurious blue hair was piled on her head with a towel wrap and the rest of her body was sheathed in a blue silk robe that flowed about her legs like water. Giving her hair a last shake down, she flounced up to her bed and leaped beneath the covers, smiling with the thought of the decision she would make tomorrow. Giving one last look to the collection of profiles on her desk, she snapped off the light in the room so that the only light shone in from the outside. She took a few minutes to get herself comfortable and then she was out.
…Outside the crickets chorused sad ballads of the insect world and one lonely night owl cried out but there was no reply so it ceased its pitiful calling at no one's door. The wind whispered sweet nothings to the stars and seemed to sweep by every window and door, including Bulma's. A small figure alighted on her balcony and walked, self-confidant, into the room. Peering over the right and spying a neat stack of file folders, the shadow began to examine each of these, mumbling occasionally a remark like "Weak…", "They call this a child?" or "That woman has such poor taste. Tsk…tsk…" with a emphatic click of the tongue. Setting the stack down exacting where it had been extracted from the shadow gave a quick compromising glance back at Bulma's sleeping form, which at that moment, moaned and turned over to face the shadow and the window. The shadow cocked its head and chuckled. "You want a child? You don't know what you're asking…" the shadow whispered to the attentive darkness. Then it chuckled once more and was gone…
Another chapter done and one more, perhaps two to go before I'm done! Wee- haa! And maybe I'll get started on a new fic. What do you think? Heh… maybe not. Next chapter should be a lemon if I can get a writer… if not, you may have to suffer my discretion at details or my poor, poor, writing. evil eyes Muahahahahahaha… As you may recognize, the licking thing wasn't totally original. A small part of "Uncertain Future" by catgirl26. P.s. that part almost got me crying. I was so close. Go read it! Chapter 11: Geta's Mistake. Go, go! Catgirl26: If you want more credit tell me or if you want it removed then I'm sure I can substitute something else there.
P.p.s. If anyone knows that fic where Bulma works at a store and Vejita is a mannequin that comes to life. Sounds weird, but I want to read it because it sounds good to me! So please tell me if you know. I saw the fan art for the fic and I want to read it so… please help me out here! Thanks!
~otaku-of-darkness~
love, love!
I got married to Trunks today. sob sob mmm…yummy like candy… c yas!