~*~*~*~*Author's Note:
Yay! I'm glad I had some people going about Vegeta saving Bulma.
Currently I'm debating on what should happen...but I'll just go with
whatever my fingers feel like typing.
To: Android18: lol, I was worried that people wouldn't like how intense I was getting at certain parts...and NO you're not crazy for hoping that it wasn't Vegeta. I kinda made him out to be a bastard...I'm hoping to fix it though! Well from what I gather Vegeta's always a bastard so I can't really FIX it...but in my fic he isn't but no...wait he is...but then again no...but...oh I give up. To: Ridea: I'm glad you like it! Keep on reviewing! To: Ryoko-Onee: YAY!! I have no idea what to say but thank you for reviewing!
Ok and the GROUP THANKS *echo, echo, echo*. THANK YOU! PLEASE KEEP ON REVIEWING AND (if you're reeeeaaallly feeling generous) TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT MY FIC!! Please!!! The more reviews the better! But besides that, and even if you don't tell your friends, thanks so much! You guys are great!*~*~*~*~
It was official. Glitter was going crazy.
"RADITZ WHERE IS SHE??!" the female saijain demanded of her new friend, lifting him up by the armor. "FUCKING TELL ME OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL RIP OFF YOUR TAIL WITH MY BARE HANDS!"
Raditz groaned and tried to release himself. "I told you, Glitter! I don't know where she is! She's probably in the lab. She might have gone in early or something. Lighten up, Glit!"
"SHE DIDN'T COME HOME LAST NIGHT YOU STUPID MONKEY SO YOU'D BETTER AS HELL TELL ME WHAT ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS DID TO HER AND WHERE SHE IS!"
"Glitter," he growled warningly, as much as he liked to be close to her, "put me down. Now."
The female sighed and dropped him. "I...I'm sorry Raditz...I just...oh God I'm going to be sick."
Raditz walked behind her and carefully put his arms around her waist. "Why are you so worried about her? And it's not really morning yet...it's still 4:36 AM."
The woman looked at him with a look he didn't ever want to see on her face again.
"Because she has a ki of five. That's why."
Raditz let go of her waist. "You're kidding me, right? FIVE? The average saijain has at least a 130..." he trailed off, a look of worry creasing his face.
"Yeah," Glitter said, "My point exactly. She's helpless here."
The two sat down in the grass and thought about a way to find Bulma. Birds chirped lightly and fluttered from tree to tree, causing the spikes of the dawning sunlight to disappear for instants, then reappear in brilliance again.
"Who was she last with?" Glitter finally asked, breaking the silence. "Do you know?"
Raditz thought about this for a minute. He wasn't really interested in the aqua-haired female, although she was attractive. Suddenly it dawned on him, and his face twisted into an unreadable emotion.
"Who, Raditz?" Glitter asked, worried now at the look on his face.
"Vegeta," he whispered, rising to his feet. "I'll go find him. Stay here." And without giving Glitter a chance to argue he took off.
********
Vegeta vaguely heard the door creak open, and turned his head to it, hoping, desperately hoping, that it was the person invading his thoughts.
He groaned and turned his head back to his desk when he realized it was only Raditz, and again took to beating it on the hard wood.
"Vegeta!" Raditz demanded, stepping into the room, "T-!"
"I KNOW SHE'S GONE DAMN IT!" Vegeta yelled, still trying to kill himself by banging his head on the wood.
"Y...you KNOW?" Raditz whispered. Then he looked down and gasped in shock. There were wine bottles upon wine bottles strewn carelessly about the floor, some still leaking a bit of their alcohol. Upon further inspection, Raditz saw broken bottles too, with splashes of wine all around them.
"Oh Vegeta..." he mumbled in shock as he watched his life-long friend drain a full bottle of cherry flavored wine and throw it to the ground, causing it to explode into a million tiny pieces. "Vegeta, how?" Raditz tried carefully.
"I..." he laughed maniacally, "I kissed her...I KISSED HER and forced her onto the table until she told me she was weaker than me. Can you believe I did that? CAN YOU BELIEVE I DID THAT?!" Vegeta drained another bottle.
Raditz shook his head. "Nope...I can't. So you're saying that's why she's missing?"
"ARE YOU BLAMING ME?!" Vegeta yelled angrily.
"N-no..."
"WELL GOOD BECAUSE IT'S MY FAULT!"
Raditz felt totally confused, but decided to keep his mouth shut.
"Sheran away becauseshewas scared of me! Can't you see thatyoustupidsaijainmonkey?!" Vegeta started to slur. It took a lot of alcohol to get a saijain drunk and this was certainly starting to be enough.
"Well you have to find her, Sir," Raditz explained carefully. "Do you have- ?"
"A-any idea astowhat mi...might hahahappenn toher? Yes."
Raditz shook his head. The prince was not sober and was in no condition to even be talking. He watched his prince drain another bottle without even stopping for a breath. "Stop drinking, Vegeta," Radtiz ordered. "You need to help us find her."
"Areyouo-ordering me araround...whateveryournameis,saijain?"
"...Yes."
Vegeta sighed. "Well thenn I'llahafta lislistenIguess."
"Sober up then," Raditz commanded, slightly liking the feeling of control he had.
"AREYOUORDERING-G MEAROUND?!?!" Vegeta suddenly demanded drunkenly, and staggering to his feet. Suddenly his slur stopped, but his drunkenness remained. "SHE'S GONE AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOURSELF!! I SHOULD HAVE YOU KILLED YOU WORTHLESS EXCUSE OF A SAIJAIN!" the prince roared in lunacy. He may have been drunk, but Vegeta still knew he was at least part of the reason Bulma was gone...and it was killing him.
"Vegeta calm down," Raditz breathed in fear as his superior powered up far beyond what Raditz had ever seen him go.
"YOU! HOW DARE YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU WILL...help her...Uhh..." Vegeta moaned as he finally passed out, crashing to the wine-soaked floor.
Raditz walked over to his prince carefully and picked him up. He shook his head. Even out cold, Vegeta kept a scowl on his face. As Raditz laid Vegeta down on his bed, he heard him mumble one thing "...Bulma..."
********
Bulma mumbled something, then woke fully. "Where...?" Her eyes scanned her surroundings and finally landed on a saijain with a very nice build curled up, sound asleep in a near-by chair.
The people on Earth probably heard her scream.
Turlis jolted awake and covered his ears, trying to yell over the beautiful female's screams of terror. "STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT! IS THAT ANY WAY TO TREAT THE MAN WHO JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE?! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOU HAVE AN OUNCE OF COMPASSION PLEASE STOP SCREAMING!"
Bulma stopped immediately as the memories flooded back to her. Vegeta's passion, the gangsters, her savior...the darkness. She gripped her shaking body and doubled over onto the bed moaning.
Turlis immediately got up and walked over to her, bending down and lightly caressing her chin. "What's wrong, female?"
"Bulma..." she whispered. "My name...is Bulma."
That's a nice name, Turlis thought quietly to himself.
"Well what's wrong, Bulma?" Her name rolled off his tongue like no other. He liked it.
"Go ahead..."
Go ahead? his mind questioned. "'Go ahead' with what?"
Bulma stared at him with her oceanic eyes. "Finish the job. I know you raped me in my sleep. That's all, all saijain's dream about, right? Well now I'm here and awake for the second half of it, so go on."
His mouth tried to form some words, but he couldn't. Finally he hissed, angrily: "What are you talking about, female?!" Her words had severely hurt his pride. "I would never, NEVER rape a woman. NEVER."
Bulma whimpered at his rough tone, and shuddered as his hand left her cheek. He was leaving the room. Bulma looked silently outside the small window for a moment and noticed that it was still some-what dark out. She turned her head back to see Turlis just about to slam the door behind him, as he was angrily making his way out.
How dare she accuse me of that?! his mind demanded, fuming, I saved her damn life from the rapists! That sorry son of a bi- His thoughts were interrupted by the quiet, vulnerable female sitting shivering on his bed.
"Don't go," was her plea.
Turlis froze. "What?" he asked, trying to hold up his cold composure, and failing miserably.
"Please don't leave me!" Bulma begged as she watched him turn around to face her.
"...Why?"
Tears formed in the woman's shining eyes and fell down her cheek. "Because you're...you're the only one who seemed to even slightly care about me..." here a small laugh, "And who would believe it would have been a saijain, right?"
Turlis began slowly walking over to the bed and eventually sat down beside her, watching her every breath. Suddenly he felt her body press closely against his. '
Turlis made a sharp intake of breath and looked down in surprise and the sobbing beauty now in his arms. Now how did THAT happen? he wondered, thinking of his arms around Bulma. It must be a reaction...his mind reasoned.
"Shh..." he whispered tenderly, "Please don't cry...there's no reason for you to cry."
Through her tears, Bulma choked out every-so-often, "Please...please don't leave me...don't leave me...please don't go..." and so on and so forth.
Turlis couldn't believe that any of this was really happening, but decided that if it was a dream, it was the best god damn dream he'd ever had, and he intended on dragging it out as long as possible. But it wasn't a dream...and somewhere inside of him, Turlis realized that and his tail began swishing back and forth eagerly.
"Oh please don't leave me all alone!" Bulma cried, burying her face in his bare chest, "I'm...so scared...and cold...please...don't go..."
Slowly the saijain lay down, gently pulling her down with him into a resting position in his arms. "Shh..." he whispered again, "Bulma don't cry..."
Her teeth chattered in the cold, which Turlis hadn't really noticed before.
He powered up quickly to stop her violent shaking and shivering. After a short while his heat warmed her, and, now understanding that he wasn't going to leave, Bulma finally cried herself to sleep in the male's strong arms.
"I'm not going to get much sleep tonight," Turlis sighed into her silky hair as he closed his eyes and felt her breathe softly against him.
He slowly curled himself around her (thankful that he had removed his armor earlier because at this point not a person alive could get him to move and his armor would have been much more uncomfortable than just his pants and boots) and lost his hands in her flowing hair.
His tail swished around for hours.
"You're a strange one..." he whispered after a few hours. Turning his head slightly, Turlis noticed that the sun was peeking through his open window. Groaning, Turlis tried to ignore his excited, swishing tail as he went back to his previous position and finally sleep over-took him. He drifted off to-for the first time in years-a peaceful sleep.
To: Android18: lol, I was worried that people wouldn't like how intense I was getting at certain parts...and NO you're not crazy for hoping that it wasn't Vegeta. I kinda made him out to be a bastard...I'm hoping to fix it though! Well from what I gather Vegeta's always a bastard so I can't really FIX it...but in my fic he isn't but no...wait he is...but then again no...but...oh I give up. To: Ridea: I'm glad you like it! Keep on reviewing! To: Ryoko-Onee: YAY!! I have no idea what to say but thank you for reviewing!
Ok and the GROUP THANKS *echo, echo, echo*. THANK YOU! PLEASE KEEP ON REVIEWING AND (if you're reeeeaaallly feeling generous) TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT MY FIC!! Please!!! The more reviews the better! But besides that, and even if you don't tell your friends, thanks so much! You guys are great!*~*~*~*~
It was official. Glitter was going crazy.
"RADITZ WHERE IS SHE??!" the female saijain demanded of her new friend, lifting him up by the armor. "FUCKING TELL ME OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL RIP OFF YOUR TAIL WITH MY BARE HANDS!"
Raditz groaned and tried to release himself. "I told you, Glitter! I don't know where she is! She's probably in the lab. She might have gone in early or something. Lighten up, Glit!"
"SHE DIDN'T COME HOME LAST NIGHT YOU STUPID MONKEY SO YOU'D BETTER AS HELL TELL ME WHAT ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS DID TO HER AND WHERE SHE IS!"
"Glitter," he growled warningly, as much as he liked to be close to her, "put me down. Now."
The female sighed and dropped him. "I...I'm sorry Raditz...I just...oh God I'm going to be sick."
Raditz walked behind her and carefully put his arms around her waist. "Why are you so worried about her? And it's not really morning yet...it's still 4:36 AM."
The woman looked at him with a look he didn't ever want to see on her face again.
"Because she has a ki of five. That's why."
Raditz let go of her waist. "You're kidding me, right? FIVE? The average saijain has at least a 130..." he trailed off, a look of worry creasing his face.
"Yeah," Glitter said, "My point exactly. She's helpless here."
The two sat down in the grass and thought about a way to find Bulma. Birds chirped lightly and fluttered from tree to tree, causing the spikes of the dawning sunlight to disappear for instants, then reappear in brilliance again.
"Who was she last with?" Glitter finally asked, breaking the silence. "Do you know?"
Raditz thought about this for a minute. He wasn't really interested in the aqua-haired female, although she was attractive. Suddenly it dawned on him, and his face twisted into an unreadable emotion.
"Who, Raditz?" Glitter asked, worried now at the look on his face.
"Vegeta," he whispered, rising to his feet. "I'll go find him. Stay here." And without giving Glitter a chance to argue he took off.
********
Vegeta vaguely heard the door creak open, and turned his head to it, hoping, desperately hoping, that it was the person invading his thoughts.
He groaned and turned his head back to his desk when he realized it was only Raditz, and again took to beating it on the hard wood.
"Vegeta!" Raditz demanded, stepping into the room, "T-!"
"I KNOW SHE'S GONE DAMN IT!" Vegeta yelled, still trying to kill himself by banging his head on the wood.
"Y...you KNOW?" Raditz whispered. Then he looked down and gasped in shock. There were wine bottles upon wine bottles strewn carelessly about the floor, some still leaking a bit of their alcohol. Upon further inspection, Raditz saw broken bottles too, with splashes of wine all around them.
"Oh Vegeta..." he mumbled in shock as he watched his life-long friend drain a full bottle of cherry flavored wine and throw it to the ground, causing it to explode into a million tiny pieces. "Vegeta, how?" Raditz tried carefully.
"I..." he laughed maniacally, "I kissed her...I KISSED HER and forced her onto the table until she told me she was weaker than me. Can you believe I did that? CAN YOU BELIEVE I DID THAT?!" Vegeta drained another bottle.
Raditz shook his head. "Nope...I can't. So you're saying that's why she's missing?"
"ARE YOU BLAMING ME?!" Vegeta yelled angrily.
"N-no..."
"WELL GOOD BECAUSE IT'S MY FAULT!"
Raditz felt totally confused, but decided to keep his mouth shut.
"Sheran away becauseshewas scared of me! Can't you see thatyoustupidsaijainmonkey?!" Vegeta started to slur. It took a lot of alcohol to get a saijain drunk and this was certainly starting to be enough.
"Well you have to find her, Sir," Raditz explained carefully. "Do you have- ?"
"A-any idea astowhat mi...might hahahappenn toher? Yes."
Raditz shook his head. The prince was not sober and was in no condition to even be talking. He watched his prince drain another bottle without even stopping for a breath. "Stop drinking, Vegeta," Radtiz ordered. "You need to help us find her."
"Areyouo-ordering me araround...whateveryournameis,saijain?"
"...Yes."
Vegeta sighed. "Well thenn I'llahafta lislistenIguess."
"Sober up then," Raditz commanded, slightly liking the feeling of control he had.
"AREYOUORDERING-G MEAROUND?!?!" Vegeta suddenly demanded drunkenly, and staggering to his feet. Suddenly his slur stopped, but his drunkenness remained. "SHE'S GONE AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOURSELF!! I SHOULD HAVE YOU KILLED YOU WORTHLESS EXCUSE OF A SAIJAIN!" the prince roared in lunacy. He may have been drunk, but Vegeta still knew he was at least part of the reason Bulma was gone...and it was killing him.
"Vegeta calm down," Raditz breathed in fear as his superior powered up far beyond what Raditz had ever seen him go.
"YOU! HOW DARE YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU WILL...help her...Uhh..." Vegeta moaned as he finally passed out, crashing to the wine-soaked floor.
Raditz walked over to his prince carefully and picked him up. He shook his head. Even out cold, Vegeta kept a scowl on his face. As Raditz laid Vegeta down on his bed, he heard him mumble one thing "...Bulma..."
********
Bulma mumbled something, then woke fully. "Where...?" Her eyes scanned her surroundings and finally landed on a saijain with a very nice build curled up, sound asleep in a near-by chair.
The people on Earth probably heard her scream.
Turlis jolted awake and covered his ears, trying to yell over the beautiful female's screams of terror. "STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT! IS THAT ANY WAY TO TREAT THE MAN WHO JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE?! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOU HAVE AN OUNCE OF COMPASSION PLEASE STOP SCREAMING!"
Bulma stopped immediately as the memories flooded back to her. Vegeta's passion, the gangsters, her savior...the darkness. She gripped her shaking body and doubled over onto the bed moaning.
Turlis immediately got up and walked over to her, bending down and lightly caressing her chin. "What's wrong, female?"
"Bulma..." she whispered. "My name...is Bulma."
That's a nice name, Turlis thought quietly to himself.
"Well what's wrong, Bulma?" Her name rolled off his tongue like no other. He liked it.
"Go ahead..."
Go ahead? his mind questioned. "'Go ahead' with what?"
Bulma stared at him with her oceanic eyes. "Finish the job. I know you raped me in my sleep. That's all, all saijain's dream about, right? Well now I'm here and awake for the second half of it, so go on."
His mouth tried to form some words, but he couldn't. Finally he hissed, angrily: "What are you talking about, female?!" Her words had severely hurt his pride. "I would never, NEVER rape a woman. NEVER."
Bulma whimpered at his rough tone, and shuddered as his hand left her cheek. He was leaving the room. Bulma looked silently outside the small window for a moment and noticed that it was still some-what dark out. She turned her head back to see Turlis just about to slam the door behind him, as he was angrily making his way out.
How dare she accuse me of that?! his mind demanded, fuming, I saved her damn life from the rapists! That sorry son of a bi- His thoughts were interrupted by the quiet, vulnerable female sitting shivering on his bed.
"Don't go," was her plea.
Turlis froze. "What?" he asked, trying to hold up his cold composure, and failing miserably.
"Please don't leave me!" Bulma begged as she watched him turn around to face her.
"...Why?"
Tears formed in the woman's shining eyes and fell down her cheek. "Because you're...you're the only one who seemed to even slightly care about me..." here a small laugh, "And who would believe it would have been a saijain, right?"
Turlis began slowly walking over to the bed and eventually sat down beside her, watching her every breath. Suddenly he felt her body press closely against his. '
Turlis made a sharp intake of breath and looked down in surprise and the sobbing beauty now in his arms. Now how did THAT happen? he wondered, thinking of his arms around Bulma. It must be a reaction...his mind reasoned.
"Shh..." he whispered tenderly, "Please don't cry...there's no reason for you to cry."
Through her tears, Bulma choked out every-so-often, "Please...please don't leave me...don't leave me...please don't go..." and so on and so forth.
Turlis couldn't believe that any of this was really happening, but decided that if it was a dream, it was the best god damn dream he'd ever had, and he intended on dragging it out as long as possible. But it wasn't a dream...and somewhere inside of him, Turlis realized that and his tail began swishing back and forth eagerly.
"Oh please don't leave me all alone!" Bulma cried, burying her face in his bare chest, "I'm...so scared...and cold...please...don't go..."
Slowly the saijain lay down, gently pulling her down with him into a resting position in his arms. "Shh..." he whispered again, "Bulma don't cry..."
Her teeth chattered in the cold, which Turlis hadn't really noticed before.
He powered up quickly to stop her violent shaking and shivering. After a short while his heat warmed her, and, now understanding that he wasn't going to leave, Bulma finally cried herself to sleep in the male's strong arms.
"I'm not going to get much sleep tonight," Turlis sighed into her silky hair as he closed his eyes and felt her breathe softly against him.
He slowly curled himself around her (thankful that he had removed his armor earlier because at this point not a person alive could get him to move and his armor would have been much more uncomfortable than just his pants and boots) and lost his hands in her flowing hair.
His tail swished around for hours.
"You're a strange one..." he whispered after a few hours. Turning his head slightly, Turlis noticed that the sun was peeking through his open window. Groaning, Turlis tried to ignore his excited, swishing tail as he went back to his previous position and finally sleep over-took him. He drifted off to-for the first time in years-a peaceful sleep.