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Surrender Sweet Prince Chapter Two
Serena stood completely still, mesmerized by the man's fierce, dark eyes. He was scowling at her. She should have felt intimidated but instead excitement coursed through her. Every fraction of her being was aware of his presence. Some, more risqué then others, had started mentally undressing him until Serena had a extraordinarily vivid picture of what he would look like in nothing but those sinfully, form fitting jeans.
She watched as his lips curved into a mocking smirk. Oh god, he knew what she was thinking. She could see it in his eyes. Blushing from her head to her foot, Serena broke free from her trance and turned on her heel, rushing back into the safety of her room and shutting the door tightly behind her. She leaned back against the door, her heart beating wildly against her ribs. "Who was that guy?" she whispered aloud. She had never seen a man like that before. He had stared at her with such intensity. No one had ever looked at her like that, but this man.this man had stared at her as if he could see straight into her soul.
Releasing a shuddering breath, Serena slid down into a sitting position and buried her face in her hands. Her body trembled. How could he possibly have such an effect on her? She didn't even know the man's name and here she sat unable to stop thinking about what it would be like to touch him. She closed her eyes, firmly telling herself to calm down. It was just a guy. An incredibly handsome and built guy, but still.just a guy.
A knock sounded at the door and Serena got up to answer it. It was Bulma. "Hey hun. Wow, are you okay? You look a little pale."
Serena allowed Bulma in and followed her to the couch, noticing the two large pizza boxes the older woman was carrying. "I'm fine." Casting a nervous glance at the patio doors in her bedroom. "So, what's up?"
Bulma put the pizzas on the coffee table and flopped down on the couch. "I just stopped by to see how you're doing. Do you like the rooms?"
Serena nodded enthusiastically. "They're perfect. Thank you so much."
"I thought you would like it. But.what I'm really here for," she paused to open the boxes and reveal two deep-dish pepperoni pizzas. "I figures since you're alone tonight and I'm alone tonight we could eat together and get to know each other. Trunks is staying at Goku's and Yamcha's busy with work. So, what do you say?"
"Great. I'm starving!" She picked up a slice with no further hesitation. "So.Yamcha, is he Trunks' father?"
"Yamcha?" Bulma repeated, laughing. "No. Yamcha and I just started seeing each other again. Trunks is Vegeta's son."
"Vegeta?" Was that the man she had seen earlier? The man who now occupied almost ever one of her thoughts?
"Yeah, I'm sure you'll get a chance to meet him. Good luck to you if you do. The man is the most stubborn, arrogant ass I have ever met." Bulma said. "Passionate as hell and wonderful when it comes to.you know. But he's impossible to get along with."
"Black spiky hair.great body?" Serena ventured.
Bulma laughed. "So you've seen him already?"
Serena nodded. She had seen him. She wanted to see more. "He didn't speak at all. Just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest."
"Yeah, that's Vegeta." Bulma reached down to grab another slice of pizza, noting with surprise that half of one was already gone. She looked up at the petite blonde. There was something about her. She was definitely not what she seamed. "So, Serena, tell me about yourself."
After three hours of conversation, Bulma left Serena to turn in for the night. The room was much more quite now that she was gone; almost lonely. Serena walked around straightening up nonexistent messes. Then, having nothing better to do she took a long bath, letting the hot water relax her. Her thoughts kept drifting to earlier when she had seen Vegeta for the first time. He was so powerful. She could still remember what it had felt like to have his energy coursing through her, warming her soul, which had been cold for too long. She couldn't help but remember Pluto's words. She would find her destiny here. Was Vegeta.no. He couldn't be. Serena sighed and got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around her body. Finding a pair of pajama pants and a thin white tank top, Serena slipped them on and went to sleep.
****Serena's Dream****
She walked slowly into the dark room, moving as if she were floating. Power radiated all around her, filling her being with a need so strong, so fierce that she wanted to weep from the vastness of it. He was here.
She moved across the room, allowing his energy to draw her near.
"What are you doing here?" a deep voice growled.
"You called me here. You tell me." Serena whispered, closing her eyes when she felt two hands fall lightly upon her shoulders.
"You shouldn't be here."
"I know.but I want to be here."
He turned her to face him and she gasped. Bright sapphire eyes clashed with dark, piercing ones. "You want me to be here." Serena murmured. He looked at her and smirked.
"Maybe."
His eyes flickered to her lips and Serena's breath stuck in her throat. He was going to kiss her. She tried to prepare herself but when his lips came down on hers, Serena whimpered, never expecting such an onslaught of emotion. She was lost. Moaning, she opened her lips and wantonly allowed him to deepen the kiss. She brought her arms around his neck and clung for dear life. His strong arms circled her waist, supporting her.
He pushed her back slowly, never taking his lips from hers. She felt herself falling and landed on a bed, Vegeta coming down on top of her. His body covered hers. She could feel ever inch of him pressed intimately against her, feel his hands roaming restlessly over her body. Those seeking hands came up and impatiently ripped away her shirt sending the small buttons flying in every direction. He pealed the fabric from her, bearing her body to his dark eyes.
"You're beautiful." He whispered harshly, gently cupping one of her breasts in his hand. Serena gasped and arched against his hand. God, she never wanted this to end. She pulled his shirt off, running her hands over the corded muscles of his chest and arms. She leaned to press her lips against the warm flesh where her hands had just been and felt cold air hit her legs. She looked up, her wide eyes staring deeply into his.
"And you're mine." He said before he claimed her body.
Serena sat straight up in bed, gasping for breath, her body covered in a thin layer of perspiration. She placed a hand over her heart, willing the erratic beating to slow. What the hell was that all about!? She looked around the room, feeling for some strange reason, very self-conscious. What a dream! She looked over at her bedside clock. "Shit!"
It was 11:45. First day of work and she was going to be late. Jumping out of bed, Serena released a string of profanity as she searched frantically for something to wear. She pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a form fitting tan tank top with a scoop neck. She managed to tame her hair with a few brushes and then was out the door, running down the hallway. She heard the sounds of dishes clanking and went straight to the kitchen to meet Bulma, an apology ready on the tip of her tongue.
"I am sooo sorry. I really didn't mean to oversleep. I must have forgot to set my alarm. So where do." she stuttered to a stop when she saw that it was Vegeta, not Bulma standing in the kitchen. He scowled at her. "If you're looking for that woman, she's back in the office." He growled.
She was unable to stop it. A blush crept up to her cheeks and she suddenly felt very overheated. She made the mistake of looking down at his hands, the same ones that had been all over her in her dream. Maybe sitting down would be a good idea. She sank into the nearest chair. "Hi, I'm Serena. You must be Vegeta." She said.
He didn't respond. He just stood there scowling at her. Did the man never smile?? Serena sighed in frustration. "Okay then, nice to meet you too." She muttered. Still no response. She looked up to see him staring intently at her, or rather scowling intently at her. "What?" she asked.
Vegeta smirked. "Weak woman."
Serena's mouth dropped open. Had he just called her weak? Oh, if he only knew the truth. She closed her mouth and glared at him. Bulma was right; he was impossible to get along with. He tossed his plate in the sink and walk out of the kitchen without another word. Although she was seething, Serena couldn't help but watch him walk away and appreciate the view. "I might just hate that man." She thought to herself.
After giving him plenty of time to get gone, Serena got up from the table, her stomach growling painfully, and went to find Bulma. When she entered the office, Bulma took one look at her and broke into gales of laughter. "Don't tell me. You just had your first one sided conversation with Vegeta?!"
Serena sighed. "Please tell me he's not always like that?"
Bulma could only shrug. "Come on. I'll take you shopping. That will make you forget about it."
"Bulma, I don't have any money." Serena said pitifully.
Bulma made a shooing motion with her hands and picked up her purse. "It's on me. I'm loaded Serena. Really, it's no problem."
The tall blonde made one more protest. "But I was late for work!" she cried.
Bulma laughed again. "You live here. I could have come and woke you up. If it makes you feel better, consider it an advance in your first paycheck."
Serena opened her mouth to reply and then saw the truth behind Bulma's words. "Huh, you're right. Okay, let's go shopping."
"That's more like it!!" Bulma exclaimed, pulling Serena along behind her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Serena sighed and flopped down on her bed, bags from her previous shopping escapade scattering across the bedspread and onto the floor. Oh, she hadn't shopped like that for.well, she had never shopped like that period. Now she had enough clothes for a complete summer and winter wardrobe, not to mention everything in between.
Everything she had cast her eye upon, Bulma had insisted on buying for her. She now had more accessories then she knew what to do with. The only thing she had bought for herself was a picture frame made from vines and delicate roses. Remembering it, she pushed herself off the bed and reached into one of the shopping bags. She really should just fold everything and put it away, but she was too lazy to attempt that. She finally found the frame. Taking it out of the box and unwrapping the bubble wrap, she placed it lovingly beside her on the bed and opened the bedside table drawer, taking out the one remaining picture from her past that she had brought with her.
Rini's sparkling eyes stared back up at her, along with her own bright cerulean ones. The picture had been taken a few weeks before Serena had left. It had been on of the last happiest times in her current time that Serena could remember. She carefully pried open the back of the frame and slipped the picture into it. It found its place on the bedside table where Serena would be able to wake up and see her daughter first thing in the morning. She stared at the picture for a long time, biting back a fresh onslaught of tears. This was never going to stop. The despair, the sadness; it would never end for her. Until she found what she had come for, this sorrow was going to haunt her. She pressed her hands to her face. So much for being strong.
"God, Sere. Just knock it off already." She muttered.
The feeling of emptiness stayed inside her, festering. She needed to do something, anything to take her mind off of her sadness. She needed.to hit something.
Serena reached into her purse and found what she was looking for. A ring of keys Bulma had given her. "They're keys to the weight room. I don't know if you work out or anything. But at least you'll have them if you ever feel like it." She had said.
Well, she felt like it now. She found a pair of navy blue sweatpants and a white sports bra and put them on, then laced up her tennis shoes, put her hair up and left her room in search for somewhere to train.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta walked impatiently down the long hallway, cracking his knuckles. He needed to do something.anything to get Her out of his head. Serena, that was her name. He couldn't stop thinking about her and he hated that. All he could see were those hauntingly beautiful eyes, that well curved body, hair that looked like spun gold in the light of the sinking sun. He couldn't stand it. Nothing made him angrier then not being in control of his own thoughts. That and Kakarot. "Damn women." He muttered. He opened the door to the Gravity Room and started to walk in when he heard an angry shout from across the hallway.
"What the hell." Crossing the hallway he nudged the door open and frowned. It was that girl, Serena. Sweat covered her face and arms in a fine sheen. Her hands, wrapped in tape, swung viciously at the punching bag suspended from the ceiling.
"HAIII!" Her leg came up swiftly and connected with the bag, sending it flying. She didn't even wait for it to come swinging back before she started violently attacking it. Vegeta was, and he hated to admit it, impressed. The girl was strong, stronger then any normal human girl. Power radiated from her entire being and he felt his own responding to it.
"Damn." He ground out between clenched teeth.
Serena gasped and looked up, almost catching a punching bag to the side. "Vegeta." She murrmered. Her eyes scanned his body, slowly, appreciatively. God, he was so gorgeous. His energy swept through her, slowly consuming her until she was aching for his touch. She shouldn't have been feeling things like this, she hardly knew the man. "What are you doing here?"
His mouth turned up in a taunting smirk. "Training." He stated simply.
Oh, well that explained a lot! Serena could feel herself starting to get irritated. She turned back to the punching bag, intent on ignoring the man.
"Are you coming?" he asked, catching her attention and then walking away.
"What? Am I just supposed to go with him?" She contemplated that decision for a second then, with a loud curse, grabbed her towel and followed him.
"What is this?" She asked, walking into the dome shaped room.
"It's a gravity room. I need a worthy opponent and since there is no one around strong enough to fight me, I guess you'll have to do."
Serena growled. So he wanted a fight, did he? Oh, she'd give him a damn fight all right and hopefully kick his overconfident ass in the process! She opened her mouth to speak but found herself unable to form one coherent word as she watched Vegeta pull his shirt off until he was standing before her in nothing but a pair of jeans. How the hell was she supposed to fight him now!?
"Ready?" he asked, that arrogant smirk putting her back into the right frame of mind.
She nodded, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. He pushed a few buttons, applying 300 times gravity to the room. It would be a good start if the little wench could stay standing. She stumbled once, more from surprise then the actually gravity change and forced herself to stand up straight. Determination lit her sapphire eyes and she pushed her shoulders back, spreading her legs to a fighting stance. "Bring it on."
Vegeta laughed. "You asked for it." He came at her fast, fist drawn back. She was able to dodge him and deliver a blow to his back with her elbow. She laughed triumphantly. "Not so arrogant now, are ya?"
"That was nothing." He growled, swinging at her, his fist connecting painfully with her jaw. Serena stumbled back and hit the ground. She held a hand up to her lip feeling.completely exhilarated! Blood rushed through her and she could feel her strength increasing. Getting to her feet she cast a smirk of her own in Vegeta's direction. "Good hit." She stated.
This time when he came at her she was ready. His leg came up and she blocked it, swinging at him with her fist and feeling it connect. It seamed like he was allowing her hit him, but she let that go, wanting only the excitement of the fight.
They fought long and hard. Hours passed and Serena had taken several blows. She started to weaken and fight came to an abrupt halt when Vegeta delivered a blow that sent her flying into the wall. She managed to force her head up in time to see Vegeta standing before her with his fist raised.
"NO!" she cried. She winced as his fist crashed into the wall a mere centimeter from her face. Breathing a sigh of relief, Serena raised her eyes to his surprised to see the anger that burned in their depths.
"Who are you?" He snarled. His face was dangerously close to her own and she could feel the heat of his steady breath on her skin. Serena gasped, feeling his power fill her. It was different from before, almost painful. He grabbed her arm and she groaned as the feeling intensified. Why was this happening? She closed her eyes and her head fell back. Lust ran through her veins until she could think of nothing but him. She needed to do something now before this got out of hand. Forcing her eyes open she stared directly into his. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
He growled, low in his throat and then, without warning, his lips came down on hers with a crushing force. Serena moaned and fell against him, her arms going around his neck. His sweat-covered body pressed against hers and made her feel as if she were on fire. Serena opened willingly to him and whimpered as his tongue filled her mouth. He kissed her hard, like he was trying to punish her for something but she welcomed it. When he broke the kiss Serena had to stifle her cry of dismay. She stared at him wide-eyed. "Vegeta."
His scowl deepened and he released her, quickly leaving the gravity room and Serena. She pressed her fingers to her lips, still feeling the bruising force of his kiss and wondered if he had felt the same things as she. One thing was for sure.Destiny had just dealt her one hell of a complicated hand.
Surrender Sweet Prince Chapter Two
Serena stood completely still, mesmerized by the man's fierce, dark eyes. He was scowling at her. She should have felt intimidated but instead excitement coursed through her. Every fraction of her being was aware of his presence. Some, more risqué then others, had started mentally undressing him until Serena had a extraordinarily vivid picture of what he would look like in nothing but those sinfully, form fitting jeans.
She watched as his lips curved into a mocking smirk. Oh god, he knew what she was thinking. She could see it in his eyes. Blushing from her head to her foot, Serena broke free from her trance and turned on her heel, rushing back into the safety of her room and shutting the door tightly behind her. She leaned back against the door, her heart beating wildly against her ribs. "Who was that guy?" she whispered aloud. She had never seen a man like that before. He had stared at her with such intensity. No one had ever looked at her like that, but this man.this man had stared at her as if he could see straight into her soul.
Releasing a shuddering breath, Serena slid down into a sitting position and buried her face in her hands. Her body trembled. How could he possibly have such an effect on her? She didn't even know the man's name and here she sat unable to stop thinking about what it would be like to touch him. She closed her eyes, firmly telling herself to calm down. It was just a guy. An incredibly handsome and built guy, but still.just a guy.
A knock sounded at the door and Serena got up to answer it. It was Bulma. "Hey hun. Wow, are you okay? You look a little pale."
Serena allowed Bulma in and followed her to the couch, noticing the two large pizza boxes the older woman was carrying. "I'm fine." Casting a nervous glance at the patio doors in her bedroom. "So, what's up?"
Bulma put the pizzas on the coffee table and flopped down on the couch. "I just stopped by to see how you're doing. Do you like the rooms?"
Serena nodded enthusiastically. "They're perfect. Thank you so much."
"I thought you would like it. But.what I'm really here for," she paused to open the boxes and reveal two deep-dish pepperoni pizzas. "I figures since you're alone tonight and I'm alone tonight we could eat together and get to know each other. Trunks is staying at Goku's and Yamcha's busy with work. So, what do you say?"
"Great. I'm starving!" She picked up a slice with no further hesitation. "So.Yamcha, is he Trunks' father?"
"Yamcha?" Bulma repeated, laughing. "No. Yamcha and I just started seeing each other again. Trunks is Vegeta's son."
"Vegeta?" Was that the man she had seen earlier? The man who now occupied almost ever one of her thoughts?
"Yeah, I'm sure you'll get a chance to meet him. Good luck to you if you do. The man is the most stubborn, arrogant ass I have ever met." Bulma said. "Passionate as hell and wonderful when it comes to.you know. But he's impossible to get along with."
"Black spiky hair.great body?" Serena ventured.
Bulma laughed. "So you've seen him already?"
Serena nodded. She had seen him. She wanted to see more. "He didn't speak at all. Just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest."
"Yeah, that's Vegeta." Bulma reached down to grab another slice of pizza, noting with surprise that half of one was already gone. She looked up at the petite blonde. There was something about her. She was definitely not what she seamed. "So, Serena, tell me about yourself."
After three hours of conversation, Bulma left Serena to turn in for the night. The room was much more quite now that she was gone; almost lonely. Serena walked around straightening up nonexistent messes. Then, having nothing better to do she took a long bath, letting the hot water relax her. Her thoughts kept drifting to earlier when she had seen Vegeta for the first time. He was so powerful. She could still remember what it had felt like to have his energy coursing through her, warming her soul, which had been cold for too long. She couldn't help but remember Pluto's words. She would find her destiny here. Was Vegeta.no. He couldn't be. Serena sighed and got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around her body. Finding a pair of pajama pants and a thin white tank top, Serena slipped them on and went to sleep.
****Serena's Dream****
She walked slowly into the dark room, moving as if she were floating. Power radiated all around her, filling her being with a need so strong, so fierce that she wanted to weep from the vastness of it. He was here.
She moved across the room, allowing his energy to draw her near.
"What are you doing here?" a deep voice growled.
"You called me here. You tell me." Serena whispered, closing her eyes when she felt two hands fall lightly upon her shoulders.
"You shouldn't be here."
"I know.but I want to be here."
He turned her to face him and she gasped. Bright sapphire eyes clashed with dark, piercing ones. "You want me to be here." Serena murmured. He looked at her and smirked.
"Maybe."
His eyes flickered to her lips and Serena's breath stuck in her throat. He was going to kiss her. She tried to prepare herself but when his lips came down on hers, Serena whimpered, never expecting such an onslaught of emotion. She was lost. Moaning, she opened her lips and wantonly allowed him to deepen the kiss. She brought her arms around his neck and clung for dear life. His strong arms circled her waist, supporting her.
He pushed her back slowly, never taking his lips from hers. She felt herself falling and landed on a bed, Vegeta coming down on top of her. His body covered hers. She could feel ever inch of him pressed intimately against her, feel his hands roaming restlessly over her body. Those seeking hands came up and impatiently ripped away her shirt sending the small buttons flying in every direction. He pealed the fabric from her, bearing her body to his dark eyes.
"You're beautiful." He whispered harshly, gently cupping one of her breasts in his hand. Serena gasped and arched against his hand. God, she never wanted this to end. She pulled his shirt off, running her hands over the corded muscles of his chest and arms. She leaned to press her lips against the warm flesh where her hands had just been and felt cold air hit her legs. She looked up, her wide eyes staring deeply into his.
"And you're mine." He said before he claimed her body.
Serena sat straight up in bed, gasping for breath, her body covered in a thin layer of perspiration. She placed a hand over her heart, willing the erratic beating to slow. What the hell was that all about!? She looked around the room, feeling for some strange reason, very self-conscious. What a dream! She looked over at her bedside clock. "Shit!"
It was 11:45. First day of work and she was going to be late. Jumping out of bed, Serena released a string of profanity as she searched frantically for something to wear. She pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a form fitting tan tank top with a scoop neck. She managed to tame her hair with a few brushes and then was out the door, running down the hallway. She heard the sounds of dishes clanking and went straight to the kitchen to meet Bulma, an apology ready on the tip of her tongue.
"I am sooo sorry. I really didn't mean to oversleep. I must have forgot to set my alarm. So where do." she stuttered to a stop when she saw that it was Vegeta, not Bulma standing in the kitchen. He scowled at her. "If you're looking for that woman, she's back in the office." He growled.
She was unable to stop it. A blush crept up to her cheeks and she suddenly felt very overheated. She made the mistake of looking down at his hands, the same ones that had been all over her in her dream. Maybe sitting down would be a good idea. She sank into the nearest chair. "Hi, I'm Serena. You must be Vegeta." She said.
He didn't respond. He just stood there scowling at her. Did the man never smile?? Serena sighed in frustration. "Okay then, nice to meet you too." She muttered. Still no response. She looked up to see him staring intently at her, or rather scowling intently at her. "What?" she asked.
Vegeta smirked. "Weak woman."
Serena's mouth dropped open. Had he just called her weak? Oh, if he only knew the truth. She closed her mouth and glared at him. Bulma was right; he was impossible to get along with. He tossed his plate in the sink and walk out of the kitchen without another word. Although she was seething, Serena couldn't help but watch him walk away and appreciate the view. "I might just hate that man." She thought to herself.
After giving him plenty of time to get gone, Serena got up from the table, her stomach growling painfully, and went to find Bulma. When she entered the office, Bulma took one look at her and broke into gales of laughter. "Don't tell me. You just had your first one sided conversation with Vegeta?!"
Serena sighed. "Please tell me he's not always like that?"
Bulma could only shrug. "Come on. I'll take you shopping. That will make you forget about it."
"Bulma, I don't have any money." Serena said pitifully.
Bulma made a shooing motion with her hands and picked up her purse. "It's on me. I'm loaded Serena. Really, it's no problem."
The tall blonde made one more protest. "But I was late for work!" she cried.
Bulma laughed again. "You live here. I could have come and woke you up. If it makes you feel better, consider it an advance in your first paycheck."
Serena opened her mouth to reply and then saw the truth behind Bulma's words. "Huh, you're right. Okay, let's go shopping."
"That's more like it!!" Bulma exclaimed, pulling Serena along behind her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Serena sighed and flopped down on her bed, bags from her previous shopping escapade scattering across the bedspread and onto the floor. Oh, she hadn't shopped like that for.well, she had never shopped like that period. Now she had enough clothes for a complete summer and winter wardrobe, not to mention everything in between.
Everything she had cast her eye upon, Bulma had insisted on buying for her. She now had more accessories then she knew what to do with. The only thing she had bought for herself was a picture frame made from vines and delicate roses. Remembering it, she pushed herself off the bed and reached into one of the shopping bags. She really should just fold everything and put it away, but she was too lazy to attempt that. She finally found the frame. Taking it out of the box and unwrapping the bubble wrap, she placed it lovingly beside her on the bed and opened the bedside table drawer, taking out the one remaining picture from her past that she had brought with her.
Rini's sparkling eyes stared back up at her, along with her own bright cerulean ones. The picture had been taken a few weeks before Serena had left. It had been on of the last happiest times in her current time that Serena could remember. She carefully pried open the back of the frame and slipped the picture into it. It found its place on the bedside table where Serena would be able to wake up and see her daughter first thing in the morning. She stared at the picture for a long time, biting back a fresh onslaught of tears. This was never going to stop. The despair, the sadness; it would never end for her. Until she found what she had come for, this sorrow was going to haunt her. She pressed her hands to her face. So much for being strong.
"God, Sere. Just knock it off already." She muttered.
The feeling of emptiness stayed inside her, festering. She needed to do something, anything to take her mind off of her sadness. She needed.to hit something.
Serena reached into her purse and found what she was looking for. A ring of keys Bulma had given her. "They're keys to the weight room. I don't know if you work out or anything. But at least you'll have them if you ever feel like it." She had said.
Well, she felt like it now. She found a pair of navy blue sweatpants and a white sports bra and put them on, then laced up her tennis shoes, put her hair up and left her room in search for somewhere to train.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta walked impatiently down the long hallway, cracking his knuckles. He needed to do something.anything to get Her out of his head. Serena, that was her name. He couldn't stop thinking about her and he hated that. All he could see were those hauntingly beautiful eyes, that well curved body, hair that looked like spun gold in the light of the sinking sun. He couldn't stand it. Nothing made him angrier then not being in control of his own thoughts. That and Kakarot. "Damn women." He muttered. He opened the door to the Gravity Room and started to walk in when he heard an angry shout from across the hallway.
"What the hell." Crossing the hallway he nudged the door open and frowned. It was that girl, Serena. Sweat covered her face and arms in a fine sheen. Her hands, wrapped in tape, swung viciously at the punching bag suspended from the ceiling.
"HAIII!" Her leg came up swiftly and connected with the bag, sending it flying. She didn't even wait for it to come swinging back before she started violently attacking it. Vegeta was, and he hated to admit it, impressed. The girl was strong, stronger then any normal human girl. Power radiated from her entire being and he felt his own responding to it.
"Damn." He ground out between clenched teeth.
Serena gasped and looked up, almost catching a punching bag to the side. "Vegeta." She murrmered. Her eyes scanned his body, slowly, appreciatively. God, he was so gorgeous. His energy swept through her, slowly consuming her until she was aching for his touch. She shouldn't have been feeling things like this, she hardly knew the man. "What are you doing here?"
His mouth turned up in a taunting smirk. "Training." He stated simply.
Oh, well that explained a lot! Serena could feel herself starting to get irritated. She turned back to the punching bag, intent on ignoring the man.
"Are you coming?" he asked, catching her attention and then walking away.
"What? Am I just supposed to go with him?" She contemplated that decision for a second then, with a loud curse, grabbed her towel and followed him.
"What is this?" She asked, walking into the dome shaped room.
"It's a gravity room. I need a worthy opponent and since there is no one around strong enough to fight me, I guess you'll have to do."
Serena growled. So he wanted a fight, did he? Oh, she'd give him a damn fight all right and hopefully kick his overconfident ass in the process! She opened her mouth to speak but found herself unable to form one coherent word as she watched Vegeta pull his shirt off until he was standing before her in nothing but a pair of jeans. How the hell was she supposed to fight him now!?
"Ready?" he asked, that arrogant smirk putting her back into the right frame of mind.
She nodded, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. He pushed a few buttons, applying 300 times gravity to the room. It would be a good start if the little wench could stay standing. She stumbled once, more from surprise then the actually gravity change and forced herself to stand up straight. Determination lit her sapphire eyes and she pushed her shoulders back, spreading her legs to a fighting stance. "Bring it on."
Vegeta laughed. "You asked for it." He came at her fast, fist drawn back. She was able to dodge him and deliver a blow to his back with her elbow. She laughed triumphantly. "Not so arrogant now, are ya?"
"That was nothing." He growled, swinging at her, his fist connecting painfully with her jaw. Serena stumbled back and hit the ground. She held a hand up to her lip feeling.completely exhilarated! Blood rushed through her and she could feel her strength increasing. Getting to her feet she cast a smirk of her own in Vegeta's direction. "Good hit." She stated.
This time when he came at her she was ready. His leg came up and she blocked it, swinging at him with her fist and feeling it connect. It seamed like he was allowing her hit him, but she let that go, wanting only the excitement of the fight.
They fought long and hard. Hours passed and Serena had taken several blows. She started to weaken and fight came to an abrupt halt when Vegeta delivered a blow that sent her flying into the wall. She managed to force her head up in time to see Vegeta standing before her with his fist raised.
"NO!" she cried. She winced as his fist crashed into the wall a mere centimeter from her face. Breathing a sigh of relief, Serena raised her eyes to his surprised to see the anger that burned in their depths.
"Who are you?" He snarled. His face was dangerously close to her own and she could feel the heat of his steady breath on her skin. Serena gasped, feeling his power fill her. It was different from before, almost painful. He grabbed her arm and she groaned as the feeling intensified. Why was this happening? She closed her eyes and her head fell back. Lust ran through her veins until she could think of nothing but him. She needed to do something now before this got out of hand. Forcing her eyes open she stared directly into his. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
He growled, low in his throat and then, without warning, his lips came down on hers with a crushing force. Serena moaned and fell against him, her arms going around his neck. His sweat-covered body pressed against hers and made her feel as if she were on fire. Serena opened willingly to him and whimpered as his tongue filled her mouth. He kissed her hard, like he was trying to punish her for something but she welcomed it. When he broke the kiss Serena had to stifle her cry of dismay. She stared at him wide-eyed. "Vegeta."
His scowl deepened and he released her, quickly leaving the gravity room and Serena. She pressed her fingers to her lips, still feeling the bruising force of his kiss and wondered if he had felt the same things as she. One thing was for sure.Destiny had just dealt her one hell of a complicated hand.