A Trip Through Heart's
Chapter 2: Well Off for Some
If a person has ever felt the slight, but tangible taste of bitterness - then the Saiyan no Ouji was one of those people.
After being kneed in the groin, poked in the eye, and scratched across his face - he felt it perfectly necessary to hunt the little minx down and ring her throat. That beautiful throat it was. But there was no time to think of teasing her any longer. He was fed up and angry. Why did these humans find it common to have absolutely not even a blemish of ki? She perhaps had scent, but he was too angry to concentrate and remember its tenderness of femininity.
He rolled his eyes from side to side - surveying all the rocky ledges that peaked around him. He growled with impatience. Better to just blow her to hell and not worry about it longer. His new technique was not in effect for the blue vixen, and it made him feel the need for murder.
The only problem was that he was not one to let go of a grudge so soon, and would rather give her slow torture than allow her to escape from him. She was playing a dangerous game and better yet - knew half of what she was doing. Knowing the consequences of treating him so badly and rushing up trouble to her life.
The dragonball was still tucked safely under his right arm. He wouldn't let go of the most valuable part of his existence for anything. Not even the revenge over this stupid Chikyuu-jin woman.
He snapped his head over. What was this? He felt that something. The small but sensible twang of something familiar coming. He could feel a ki. A ki that was awesome enough for him to register to check and see it in silence.
Vegeta lowered his body to the ground slow enough for no detection. He swiftly hid himself behind a shady rock, and waited for his visitor to appear. They were coming straight toward his area. They would fly over by their course it seemed.
He noticed the ki soon though. Vegeta chuckled to himself.
"Well, well." he smirked and layered his eyes upon the young boy that landed upon the surface of the ground not too far from him.
***
Gohan had sensed Krillen only moments ago. Could he have left without knowing it of him? - No most likely he would have felt his energy seep away from him. He knew that his friends ki had flickered on and off, but he wasn't sure what to think of it, being too much away and all.
His somewhat perceptive eyes peered around, looking for a presence of any sort. Where was Bulma any ways? He ran into the den, or crevasse, where the Capsule Corp. compact dwelling had been set up by none other than the woman who couldn't 'live' without air conditioning.
He looked around thoroughly - he even looked in the bathroom for a check. He couldn't sense her at all in here. Krillen either?
Vegeta only snickered. His eye twitched though. Catching a closer sight of the boy as he returned to the outdoors he couldn't happen to notice more over that Gohan held under his arm the main direct of his mission.
The dragonball glimmered back at him in good triumph, smiling at him like, and he couldn't help but smile back.
The entire plot was laying itself out in front of him. It was exhilarating, and he was drowning in the mustard up demeanor of finally crossing the path of that idiotic lizard beast. He would have the last laugh once he defeated Freiza and the rest of the Changling Empire, or what still existed of it.
He felt the line of his lips grimace as he thought about any of the Cold bastard sons. His eyes glared at the boy now.
He was a saiyan, and none of those can be spared, but it was fun to tease the stupid boy because he took him so seriously and knew no characteristics of a real saiyan heritage. Vegeta knew more, but not as much as he should. He being a prince and all meant nothing now. All his famed glory that rightfully belonged to him was shattered at a child, and he had been left to the apparent models of two idiots - but he never took them seriously.
So he would spare the boy his death and embarrassment for now, and would have to take certain measures if he was not obeyed. Vegeta smeared his snake like tongue over his lips anxiously awaiting his turn to pounce.
Little did he know that he had an accomplice.
***
Bulma could see him from behind the shady rock she hid behind. The wind was kicking and her hair was with it. She had crawled a little more forward to the sound of Gohan's voice. She knew that everything would have been okay when Gohan had come for her. But for him to know the full weight about Krillan. it would break him.
She didn't know what she would do. Knowing she was very sure that Vegeta lurked around somewhere, and was just waiting to get at Gohan, she would have to be careful, and she would have to warn him somehow. Her situation felt impossible.
Her body crept more toward Gohan's resident stance. She had to get close enough. Her neat little nails scurried across the dirt and sandy ground. Her knees were scraping against the murky colored rocks and dirt as well, making her very dirty. She cursed herself inwardly.
The wind kicked up again, and a brush of sand went and hit her eyelid, cursing herself again, she pulled her hand to her eye instantly and rubbed her eyeball, trying hard to get the sand from her sensitive blue orb.
***
The wind picked up again, and his hair tussled to the side a little bit and away from the convenience of its upward towering looks.
Some sand brushed his nose, and he sniffed harder. He did gain, until he picked up something. He sniffed harder and found the scent he had wanted. And he smirked mercilessly. He had picked up his little vixen's scent almost instantly with the blowing of sand and air. He turned toward the indirection he found her feminine scent strongest. And he lay his quietest march toward her.
***
She was still scratching her eyeball, and kept wincing at the fact that it was raw now.
Her arm was jerked away from her, and her throat instinctively prepared to cry out, but the hard clamp of rubber hit her hard. And she found once again that she was pressed to a hard rock form that was immovable. Her dainty, pale hands grasped for his arm and tried a swaying but tempted attempt of trying to pry at him. No luck; and she grew angry and fearful at the same time at finding that he was laughing at her. Softly but surely he was laughing.
He pressed his smiling lips to her cold ear.
"If I were you, I wouldn't chance anything else." he purged her thoughts with his menacing and threatening words. She crinkled her eyes a little, wanting to cry, and knowing deep down that it would happen soon. He would kill her like he had Krillen.
Bulma's hand fell limply from his arm, and she found that his left hand was gripping her abdomen like accustomed there. His right arm that grasped her mouth shut pulled her head back and pressed it against the deep crook of his neck. His sharp black eyes darted over her slender neck and her appeasing bust line that heaved up and down.
Vegeta rolled his eyes back up to her face, and found her eyes were sealed shut. He snarled at her weakness. His roving hand pushed down her attire and lifted up under her yellow body dress. He was glad as he looked back up to her, and see her eyes shot open, and her throat gasp for air, and her chest grew tighter, to him.
He smiled mischievously to himself and moved his glove-covered hand down the top creasing of her pasty leggings. His hand grooved over her panties, and her body shook against his shined armor chest plates. She squealed out if being helpless, no matter the consequence, she wanted help. She couldn't stand it!
Vegeta retracted his hand from her clothing, and she felt herself move. She was jerked and felt like there was pressure upon her, but only for a brief second not even recognizable as a moment.
Her cerulean lighted eyes blinked at Gohan. Vegeta had moved her into the middle of the battlefield. Her heart thumped what it seemed to think was the last until death.
***
Gohan took his time in staring at them. Vegeta never looked more smug, regal, or cynical than before when he'd seen him. Gohan made himself finally glare at the prince though. His title meant nothing to him so, so be it.
But Bulma! He knew that Krillan had been followed. He had sense him here, and then gone. The thought that his friend might have been lost.No!
"VEGETA! Where's Krillen?!" Gohan screamed at him, and found that there was more anger than courage in him after his words were spoken. Vegeta merely chuckled at this weak little display.
"Your chrome-domed little friend had somewhat of an accident earlier." Vegeta allowed the kids thoughts to wonder off in their own creative direction. And as the good plan unraveled, he found that Gohan stared at him with cold dark eyes, his mouth trembling from disgust, and his mind too anxious to kill. Vegeta couldn't help but feel a bit of conceited pride at knowing that he had brought out a more saiyan nature in the boy than possible.
Bulma still lay in his grasp, trembling by the emotions she saw flit across the young boys face. Gohan couldn't let Vegeta have him in this condition. She had to do something. She had to say something to help him. To her luck, she had the great pleasure of being shoved to the ground!
Her head shot up, and she stared straight at Gohan.
"Don't listen to him Gohan!" she screamed at first, surprising both of the warriors, " he's lying Gohan, Krillan isn't de-!" she was cut off as the wind in her throat and lungs was knocked out and away from her. Vegeta had successfully planted his foot on top of her back and kicked her mouths supply of syllables out like teeth. He was very irritated with her. Why would she lie? Did she really believe the boy would be more stable?. he growled at her, then turned back to Gohan again.
"Do not let her ruse you boy. She knows little in terminology" he snorted. She fervently pounded her fists against the ground and gagged out coughs and small cries of hurt. Gohan snarled at him.
"Get off of her!" he screamed at the prince. Vegeta merely smirked at him.
"Or, what?" he teased. Gohan couldn't stand it!
He pushed and pulled power out of him until it began to burst forth into a flame around his body. Vegeta watched in surprise and small joy as the boy evolved in front of him. This boy had power., but not enough luckily.
Vegeta licked his lips in anticipation.
****
Author's Note: Took a LONG time to get back to this story, I've been writing so many other one's lately. And ff.net hasn't been the biggest thing on my mind lately, sorry.
Chapter 3--- Password: Porunga.
Chapter 2: Well Off for Some
If a person has ever felt the slight, but tangible taste of bitterness - then the Saiyan no Ouji was one of those people.
After being kneed in the groin, poked in the eye, and scratched across his face - he felt it perfectly necessary to hunt the little minx down and ring her throat. That beautiful throat it was. But there was no time to think of teasing her any longer. He was fed up and angry. Why did these humans find it common to have absolutely not even a blemish of ki? She perhaps had scent, but he was too angry to concentrate and remember its tenderness of femininity.
He rolled his eyes from side to side - surveying all the rocky ledges that peaked around him. He growled with impatience. Better to just blow her to hell and not worry about it longer. His new technique was not in effect for the blue vixen, and it made him feel the need for murder.
The only problem was that he was not one to let go of a grudge so soon, and would rather give her slow torture than allow her to escape from him. She was playing a dangerous game and better yet - knew half of what she was doing. Knowing the consequences of treating him so badly and rushing up trouble to her life.
The dragonball was still tucked safely under his right arm. He wouldn't let go of the most valuable part of his existence for anything. Not even the revenge over this stupid Chikyuu-jin woman.
He snapped his head over. What was this? He felt that something. The small but sensible twang of something familiar coming. He could feel a ki. A ki that was awesome enough for him to register to check and see it in silence.
Vegeta lowered his body to the ground slow enough for no detection. He swiftly hid himself behind a shady rock, and waited for his visitor to appear. They were coming straight toward his area. They would fly over by their course it seemed.
He noticed the ki soon though. Vegeta chuckled to himself.
"Well, well." he smirked and layered his eyes upon the young boy that landed upon the surface of the ground not too far from him.
***
Gohan had sensed Krillen only moments ago. Could he have left without knowing it of him? - No most likely he would have felt his energy seep away from him. He knew that his friends ki had flickered on and off, but he wasn't sure what to think of it, being too much away and all.
His somewhat perceptive eyes peered around, looking for a presence of any sort. Where was Bulma any ways? He ran into the den, or crevasse, where the Capsule Corp. compact dwelling had been set up by none other than the woman who couldn't 'live' without air conditioning.
He looked around thoroughly - he even looked in the bathroom for a check. He couldn't sense her at all in here. Krillen either?
Vegeta only snickered. His eye twitched though. Catching a closer sight of the boy as he returned to the outdoors he couldn't happen to notice more over that Gohan held under his arm the main direct of his mission.
The dragonball glimmered back at him in good triumph, smiling at him like, and he couldn't help but smile back.
The entire plot was laying itself out in front of him. It was exhilarating, and he was drowning in the mustard up demeanor of finally crossing the path of that idiotic lizard beast. He would have the last laugh once he defeated Freiza and the rest of the Changling Empire, or what still existed of it.
He felt the line of his lips grimace as he thought about any of the Cold bastard sons. His eyes glared at the boy now.
He was a saiyan, and none of those can be spared, but it was fun to tease the stupid boy because he took him so seriously and knew no characteristics of a real saiyan heritage. Vegeta knew more, but not as much as he should. He being a prince and all meant nothing now. All his famed glory that rightfully belonged to him was shattered at a child, and he had been left to the apparent models of two idiots - but he never took them seriously.
So he would spare the boy his death and embarrassment for now, and would have to take certain measures if he was not obeyed. Vegeta smeared his snake like tongue over his lips anxiously awaiting his turn to pounce.
Little did he know that he had an accomplice.
***
Bulma could see him from behind the shady rock she hid behind. The wind was kicking and her hair was with it. She had crawled a little more forward to the sound of Gohan's voice. She knew that everything would have been okay when Gohan had come for her. But for him to know the full weight about Krillan. it would break him.
She didn't know what she would do. Knowing she was very sure that Vegeta lurked around somewhere, and was just waiting to get at Gohan, she would have to be careful, and she would have to warn him somehow. Her situation felt impossible.
Her body crept more toward Gohan's resident stance. She had to get close enough. Her neat little nails scurried across the dirt and sandy ground. Her knees were scraping against the murky colored rocks and dirt as well, making her very dirty. She cursed herself inwardly.
The wind kicked up again, and a brush of sand went and hit her eyelid, cursing herself again, she pulled her hand to her eye instantly and rubbed her eyeball, trying hard to get the sand from her sensitive blue orb.
***
The wind picked up again, and his hair tussled to the side a little bit and away from the convenience of its upward towering looks.
Some sand brushed his nose, and he sniffed harder. He did gain, until he picked up something. He sniffed harder and found the scent he had wanted. And he smirked mercilessly. He had picked up his little vixen's scent almost instantly with the blowing of sand and air. He turned toward the indirection he found her feminine scent strongest. And he lay his quietest march toward her.
***
She was still scratching her eyeball, and kept wincing at the fact that it was raw now.
Her arm was jerked away from her, and her throat instinctively prepared to cry out, but the hard clamp of rubber hit her hard. And she found once again that she was pressed to a hard rock form that was immovable. Her dainty, pale hands grasped for his arm and tried a swaying but tempted attempt of trying to pry at him. No luck; and she grew angry and fearful at the same time at finding that he was laughing at her. Softly but surely he was laughing.
He pressed his smiling lips to her cold ear.
"If I were you, I wouldn't chance anything else." he purged her thoughts with his menacing and threatening words. She crinkled her eyes a little, wanting to cry, and knowing deep down that it would happen soon. He would kill her like he had Krillen.
Bulma's hand fell limply from his arm, and she found that his left hand was gripping her abdomen like accustomed there. His right arm that grasped her mouth shut pulled her head back and pressed it against the deep crook of his neck. His sharp black eyes darted over her slender neck and her appeasing bust line that heaved up and down.
Vegeta rolled his eyes back up to her face, and found her eyes were sealed shut. He snarled at her weakness. His roving hand pushed down her attire and lifted up under her yellow body dress. He was glad as he looked back up to her, and see her eyes shot open, and her throat gasp for air, and her chest grew tighter, to him.
He smiled mischievously to himself and moved his glove-covered hand down the top creasing of her pasty leggings. His hand grooved over her panties, and her body shook against his shined armor chest plates. She squealed out if being helpless, no matter the consequence, she wanted help. She couldn't stand it!
Vegeta retracted his hand from her clothing, and she felt herself move. She was jerked and felt like there was pressure upon her, but only for a brief second not even recognizable as a moment.
Her cerulean lighted eyes blinked at Gohan. Vegeta had moved her into the middle of the battlefield. Her heart thumped what it seemed to think was the last until death.
***
Gohan took his time in staring at them. Vegeta never looked more smug, regal, or cynical than before when he'd seen him. Gohan made himself finally glare at the prince though. His title meant nothing to him so, so be it.
But Bulma! He knew that Krillan had been followed. He had sense him here, and then gone. The thought that his friend might have been lost.No!
"VEGETA! Where's Krillen?!" Gohan screamed at him, and found that there was more anger than courage in him after his words were spoken. Vegeta merely chuckled at this weak little display.
"Your chrome-domed little friend had somewhat of an accident earlier." Vegeta allowed the kids thoughts to wonder off in their own creative direction. And as the good plan unraveled, he found that Gohan stared at him with cold dark eyes, his mouth trembling from disgust, and his mind too anxious to kill. Vegeta couldn't help but feel a bit of conceited pride at knowing that he had brought out a more saiyan nature in the boy than possible.
Bulma still lay in his grasp, trembling by the emotions she saw flit across the young boys face. Gohan couldn't let Vegeta have him in this condition. She had to do something. She had to say something to help him. To her luck, she had the great pleasure of being shoved to the ground!
Her head shot up, and she stared straight at Gohan.
"Don't listen to him Gohan!" she screamed at first, surprising both of the warriors, " he's lying Gohan, Krillan isn't de-!" she was cut off as the wind in her throat and lungs was knocked out and away from her. Vegeta had successfully planted his foot on top of her back and kicked her mouths supply of syllables out like teeth. He was very irritated with her. Why would she lie? Did she really believe the boy would be more stable?. he growled at her, then turned back to Gohan again.
"Do not let her ruse you boy. She knows little in terminology" he snorted. She fervently pounded her fists against the ground and gagged out coughs and small cries of hurt. Gohan snarled at him.
"Get off of her!" he screamed at the prince. Vegeta merely smirked at him.
"Or, what?" he teased. Gohan couldn't stand it!
He pushed and pulled power out of him until it began to burst forth into a flame around his body. Vegeta watched in surprise and small joy as the boy evolved in front of him. This boy had power., but not enough luckily.
Vegeta licked his lips in anticipation.
****
Author's Note: Took a LONG time to get back to this story, I've been writing so many other one's lately. And ff.net hasn't been the biggest thing on my mind lately, sorry.
Chapter 3--- Password: Porunga.