*~*~* Authors Note!!!
I know it has been a looooong time since the last update.however I beg of you all to understand that I have been through some rough times lately and so, could not spend any time on this story. Now I'd like to ask you all something: Should I continue this story? I personally think that I did a terrible job of making Vegeta fall for Bulma and if you all think so too, well then I don't want to keep hopes up just to dash them. So, if you'd all like me to continue, and understand that I will NOT abandon this story, please let me know! And if you think I should just leave it the way it is and never touch it again or take it down, let me know about that too! Thank you to all who kept faith in me. It really means a lot to me!~*~*~*
"ENTERING THE ARENA...!"
Bulma looked up from her stretching and strained to hear the announcer-his voice was being cut off by the incredibly loud saijains cheering in the overcrowded stands.
She smiled as her name echoed throughout the arena. Slowly, Bulma looked up to where the royal family sat watching in their padded seats and crisp shade. She made direct eye contact with the prince who turned away almost angrily at her stare.
Sighing and finishing her final stretch, the Earthling jogged to the white marble stairs of the equally colored fighting area. "Alright girl..." she whispered to herself, "lets get ready for this...I've got to win that money!"
********
"AND THE WINNNER IS.THE BLUE HAIRED EARTHLING-BULMA BRIEFS!"
A very sweaty and tattered Bulma nearly fell down the three short stairs and eventually collapsed into the grass at the bottom of them.
How many more of these stupid fights do I have to do?! she screamed incredulously inside her mind. She'd already beaten most odds by defeating saijain after saijain, but she was still an Earthling...and she couldn't go on much longer. Bulma took a moment to gaze up to the royal family's stand and searched a bit for Vegeta.
In the blink of an eye they locked in contact. There was no emotion in the prince's eyes.
UH! STUPID MAN MONKEY! Bulma's hurt mind snapped angrily at him. How can he be so uncaring...? Wait...why do I care? She shook her sweaty head and looked up at the tournament's chart to see where she was. Suddenly her eyes nearly popped right out from her head. She was a finalist! Only one more fight to go and she'd show the whole planet what an Earth woman was made of! Now grinning she got to her feet, wiped her brow and made her way back up the steps.
********
The oppositions name was Shimmer. It was the most unfortunate name Bulma had ever heard of.
Who in their right mind would name their child SHIMMER? Bulma asked, always focused on the more social side of things.
She and her opponent made direct eye contact just before the announcers' microphone squeaked just before he signaled the start of the fight.
"LET THE FINAL FIGHT...BEGIN!"
The crowd screamed cheers. Those from the palace yelled for Bulma while those more from the streets screeched for Shimmer.
Bulma's back foot slid to position her into more of a crouching stance. Her opponent did the same, smirking and tail whipping to and fro violently. Breathing heavily, Bulma forced the snap inside her body releasing what fight she had left as well as all of her energy. It's time to go all out, she thought.
Vegeta leaned forward...
"Go!"
Purple blue waves of energy flooded around the two women, sending Bulma's lengthy blue hair floating about her shoulders, and Shimmer's short, boyish hair, curled over itself in endless, striking patterns.
In an instant the fight had started. Energetic fire raged across the two women's bodies and clashed violently as any fist ever did. Hair meshed deeply with blood and rage.bile lined with spit escaped their mouths as fierce blows shook them to the very core.
The female saijain let out a small laugh as one of Bulma's wild punches missed her stony face. She shook her head then raced forward and slammed her knee into Bulma's abdomen.
Bulma gasped for air as she felt the limb crunch against her entrails. Tears lined her aqua eyes and swirled in with lines of blood trickling from her lip. Immediately she jumped high then sweep-kicked low, hoping to trip the graceful saijain. No such luck. Shimmer was far to strong and much to experienced to fall for such a trick.
Shimmer the Strong leaped high into the air and balled both her fists together, then pummeled them down on Bulma's fair neck. At the very moment her feet grazed the ground, she crouched and leapt again, this time kicking hard at Bulma's neck.
Bulma let out a scream as she flew hundreds of yards away from Shimmer and crashed into a wall. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay in the concrete rubble. And then she heard more than saw the saijain come at her again.
In that instant anger began to well up inside her tender, beaten body. It finally registered that a human was no match for a saijain, no matter how much training that human did. Bulma knew she was going to lose...and it pissed her off.
As Shimmer came closer and closer to the Earthling, Bulma coughed and began to get up, staggering and swaying dangerously. Just before Shimmer made it to her, Bulma's fists clenched, her swaying stopped and her eyes erupted into a blue ocean of flames.
Shimmer stopped just short of reaching her opponent and stared curiously into Bulma's eyes and checked for the Earth woman's power rating. The saijain female blinked. She must be wrong! Bulma's ki level had more that sextupled Shimmer's own! She checked again.and again, and again, and again. How can this be?! she wondered insanely.
At that moment Bulma looked up and toward the Saijain Prince, who was staring at her as if she'd just grown a tail. Eyes blank, she blinked once then let her eyes snap wide open. Her bubble of anger popped.
Vegeta suddenly let out a sharp gasp and slammed to the ground, strong hands gripping his chest. A harsh, painful sensation burned its way up from the pit of his stomach, through his throat, and invisibly out his mouth. His lips formed a few foul words just before sweat began to drip down his brow. As the feeling slowly vanished, and as he stood, Vegeta realized that he felt...empty almost.
Down on the ground, Bulma's blank eyes suddenly shone velvet blue as a swirling yellowish mist began to rise from her skin. Slowly, her head turned toward Shimmer as she cocked it loosely to the right and grinned insanely.
The female saijian took a step back, a bit bewildered and very confused. Before she could take another breath she felt a stab in her stomach, neck and mouth all seemingly at the same time. She screamed and fell to the ground, rolling sideways and clutching herself wildly. Shimmer rather slowly got to her feet and looked back to the pile of rubble. When she saw nothing was there she turned around to see yet again nothing...except a few dark black and blue vertical lines. Instantly she felt herself being thrown into the sky, blood pouring from her mouth and wrists. In the blink of an eye Shimmer felt another searing blow, only this time to her spine as she crashed into the ground creating a large crater.
Dust and rubble began raining down almost gently as finally Bulma appeared on the western edge of the crater, floating menacingly. Seeing all seven Bulma's, Shimmer slowly got to her feet and reeled around, trying to balance. Suddenly Bulma was gone, and she heard two words being whispered into her ear before blacking out. "It's over."
Bulma slammed her fist into Shimmer's head, and pushed her feet into both of Shimmer's knees, sending them cracking backwards. As Shimmer fell to the ground, the yellow mist suddenly snapped out and Bulma lightly landed. Slowly her eyes grew normal as she looked around at the scene. Silence burned through the stands.
"Did I...win?" she whispered to herself as she noted the rubble and craters. "What in God's name happened?!" At that moment she noticed Shimmer, floating in a pool of her own blood. Shocked Bulma leaped back and landed, tripping over her own feet and bounced to the floor. Thankful for her nice butt, she began crawling away.
Vegeta slowly felt the emptiness fill again with whatever it was in a flash of blunt pain. His teeth clenched, but he forced no pain to show on his face, as all he could do was stare, shocked at the woman.
A startled announcer stuttered, "A-a-nd the...the winner...is-s...Bulma!"
The crowed suddenly exploded into thunderous applause and laughter. Cheering, screaming fans nearly toppled over themselves as they leapt high into the air and simultaneously powered up, in a sign of respect and cheer.
Dumbfounded Vegeta found himself being pushed down the stairs toward the battered arena and Earthling by Raditz and other saijain First Class's. Before he knew it he was climbing up the stairs and through the cracked concrete, leading to Bulma.
The whole while his mind screamed, SHE WON! SHE FUCKING...WON! SHE WON!!! HOW...WHY...WHEN...SHE WON!! WON! WON! THE WOMAN FUCKING WON...!!
In disbelief he walked to Bulma, and the entire crowd settled down and listened, as microphones were lowered into the arena so they could all hear.
"Woman," he squeaked, then coughed and corrected himself, "Woman...you've...won...I-I must congratulate you..."
Bulma suddenly laughed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Ha! I TOLD you I would! Now, about my prize-."
The announcer broke in. "Miss Bulma. You will be receiving your prize tonight, as tradition demands. We're sure you're...eager."
The crowd snickered a little.
The Earth woman looked around, raising an eyebrow, then went back to Vegeta who was standing tall yet wary. He couldn't believe she actually wanted to sleep with him!
Bulma let out quietly, "Tonight?" How could she wait until tonight to get her money?!
The announcer coughed and responded, "Yes...ma'am. The PRIZE is awarded at night...eh...usually..."
"No." Bulma said plainly. "NO, I will NOT wait until tonight." In her mind she laughed, Like I'm going to let him off the hook that easily. He'll give me my prize money in front of his entire planet. That should humble him a little!
Vegeta yelped and stared at her crazily as the crowd gasped. "WOMAN! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING-?!?!"
"I'm SAYING," Bulma began, getting louder, "I will NOT WAIT UNTIL TONIGHT. I WANT IT NOW VEGETA, AND YOU KNOW IT! GIVE IT TO ME!"
Vegeta's mind could barely function. The wheels just stopped turning.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU? STUPID?! GIVE ME MY PRIZE!"
Finally he created some words, "Why...not...tonight...alone...by ourselves.alone...in a...room...?"
And after that Bulma nearly tore her hair out and screamed, "NO! NO, NO, NO! YOU WILL NOT DO THIS TO ME! I WANT IT RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, IN FRONT OF ALL THESE PEOPLE!"
The Prince choked along with the rest of the planet. Somewhere Raditz snickered, "Uh-oh! Looks like he's got a feisty one...!" Somebody bashed his face in.
Slowly, very slowly, he began advancing on her. By law he was not allowed to deny her anything she wanted done with the prize. And actually that included When, as well as How and Where.
Bulma eyed him carefully as the furiously blushing saijain came closer. Eventually they were so close, she could taste his sweet breath.
"Vegeta...?" She started.
"As you wish." he mumbled, just before lightly pulling her close to his body and touching his lips to hers. Shocked, Bulma just stood there, eyes wide open and looking about wildly.
The stands erupted into frenzied hoots as they all got as close as they could to the nearest television screen or side of the arena. Somewhere Turlis, whom had witnessed the entire ordeal bit his lip and rose to leave.
Suddenly Vegeta's hands began to roam down her body and eventually barely grazed her thighs. In that second Bulma let out a scream and slapped him square in the jaw before backing far, far away.
Staring at him crazily, she screamed, "VEGETA, YOU STUPID MONKEY!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU KISS ME FOR?! THAT'S JUST WRONG!!"
Turlis stopped and turned in disbelief back toward the arena. She DIDN'T know what the prize was! A strange feeling began welling up inside him. Confused he tried to analyze it, but couldn't tell what it was.
"DON'T YOU EVER, EVER DO THAT AGAIN! I WANT MY MONEY, VEGETA! I WANT YOU TO HAND OVER THE PRIZE MONEY IN FRONT OF YOUR ENTIRE PLANET SO THEY CAN SEE THAT THEIR STUPID PRINCE WAS WRONG!"
Silence washed over the crowd. Vegeta stood there, on the arena floor, shocked and a little dazed, the slap mark stinging.
Suddenly a laugh came from the audience. Then another, and another.until the entire planet howled with laughter and respectfully began exiting the arena. The Earthling DIDN'T know what the prize was! Wasn't she in for a shock!
Vegeta tried talking, but found that he'd forgotten how. Bulma hissed, "Try syllables and words, Vegeta." Anger and hot embarrassment burst through the Prince's body.
"DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU THOUGHT THE PRIZE WAS MONEY?!" Vegeta demanded, searing anger dripping from his words.
Bulma took a step back. "Well...I...yes....That's what most prizes are...aren't they?"
"NO."
"Oh..."
Vegeta growled and suddenly fired multiple ki blasts toward the empty stands for a good five minutes. When he was finished he slowly turned back to the aquamarine haired woman.
"So you didn't really...you don't," he corrected, "want the real prize?"
Bulma nearly spit. "God no! I wouldn't ask you to do that! And why would I...want to?" she trailed off, trying to figure out if she was lying or not.
Growling Vegeta stormed past her, and upon brushing by her, he pushed her forcefully to the ground. When he made it to the door, he took one good look back at the woman, nearly killed himself, and slammed it on his way out.
Alone and shocked, Bulma looked around the empty stands, a few advertisement flyers falling to the ground, along with remaining confetti and other things. She whimpered a little and looked around, finally noticing that the stands weren't completely empty. Turlis had stayed, and was smiling broadly.
Just as she was about to laugh and wave, the recently used door burst open, and Vegeta came flying out and caught Bulma around the waist. In that instant Turlis growled and leapt from his spot to the arena and began flying quickly toward them.
Vegeta looked a stuttering Bulma over then eyed her "birthmark". His tongue ran over his teeth as he bent his neck down to sink his fangs deep into her skin. Before making contact he whispered, "I have to know...if you are the one."
His sharp canines sunk deep into her pulsing neck, as her eyes widened and her body went limp as a sensuous feeling overtook her. Turlis let out a yell, "NO! NO DON'T! Please...!"
Suddenly a searing white light exploded from the mark as Vegeta's teeth retracted and his lips left her skin. A steady stream of blood came from his fang marks on her special, natural one. Carefully Vegeta eyed the mark...then let out a gasp of true shock.
~*~*Muahahahaha.! Did his teeth fit?? Is she the one.or not?! NOW I NEED YOUR HELP! THERE IS ONE THING I NEED TO KNOW! I'd like to know how many of you would like me to make this a Split Fic (or SpFc)! For those of you who may not know what that is, I'll elaborate. A SpFc is a story with two endings. So every time I update, I'll do two "chapters" at a time, however one will be leading to one ending, the other leading to a different one. So you get to choose how the story ends! I know this sounds crazy but here goes: I've been re-reading this fic, and was thinking..."Hey...what if Bulma chose...". Right now I have great ideas for two endings; one where she chooses Turlis, the other, Vegeta. If everyone thinks this is a stupid idea (lol no hurt feelings, this is just an inspirational moment I'm having here! Wow.this hasn't happened in a while!) Let me know and I'll just *sniff* go with my original idea. But if you guys want an SpFc...I'm willing to do it! Finally, I'm going to be updating frequently again! Even if I have a broken finger! Please let me know ASAP so I can get to writing! ~*~*
I know it has been a looooong time since the last update.however I beg of you all to understand that I have been through some rough times lately and so, could not spend any time on this story. Now I'd like to ask you all something: Should I continue this story? I personally think that I did a terrible job of making Vegeta fall for Bulma and if you all think so too, well then I don't want to keep hopes up just to dash them. So, if you'd all like me to continue, and understand that I will NOT abandon this story, please let me know! And if you think I should just leave it the way it is and never touch it again or take it down, let me know about that too! Thank you to all who kept faith in me. It really means a lot to me!~*~*~*
"ENTERING THE ARENA...!"
Bulma looked up from her stretching and strained to hear the announcer-his voice was being cut off by the incredibly loud saijains cheering in the overcrowded stands.
She smiled as her name echoed throughout the arena. Slowly, Bulma looked up to where the royal family sat watching in their padded seats and crisp shade. She made direct eye contact with the prince who turned away almost angrily at her stare.
Sighing and finishing her final stretch, the Earthling jogged to the white marble stairs of the equally colored fighting area. "Alright girl..." she whispered to herself, "lets get ready for this...I've got to win that money!"
********
"AND THE WINNNER IS.THE BLUE HAIRED EARTHLING-BULMA BRIEFS!"
A very sweaty and tattered Bulma nearly fell down the three short stairs and eventually collapsed into the grass at the bottom of them.
How many more of these stupid fights do I have to do?! she screamed incredulously inside her mind. She'd already beaten most odds by defeating saijain after saijain, but she was still an Earthling...and she couldn't go on much longer. Bulma took a moment to gaze up to the royal family's stand and searched a bit for Vegeta.
In the blink of an eye they locked in contact. There was no emotion in the prince's eyes.
UH! STUPID MAN MONKEY! Bulma's hurt mind snapped angrily at him. How can he be so uncaring...? Wait...why do I care? She shook her sweaty head and looked up at the tournament's chart to see where she was. Suddenly her eyes nearly popped right out from her head. She was a finalist! Only one more fight to go and she'd show the whole planet what an Earth woman was made of! Now grinning she got to her feet, wiped her brow and made her way back up the steps.
********
The oppositions name was Shimmer. It was the most unfortunate name Bulma had ever heard of.
Who in their right mind would name their child SHIMMER? Bulma asked, always focused on the more social side of things.
She and her opponent made direct eye contact just before the announcers' microphone squeaked just before he signaled the start of the fight.
"LET THE FINAL FIGHT...BEGIN!"
The crowd screamed cheers. Those from the palace yelled for Bulma while those more from the streets screeched for Shimmer.
Bulma's back foot slid to position her into more of a crouching stance. Her opponent did the same, smirking and tail whipping to and fro violently. Breathing heavily, Bulma forced the snap inside her body releasing what fight she had left as well as all of her energy. It's time to go all out, she thought.
Vegeta leaned forward...
"Go!"
Purple blue waves of energy flooded around the two women, sending Bulma's lengthy blue hair floating about her shoulders, and Shimmer's short, boyish hair, curled over itself in endless, striking patterns.
In an instant the fight had started. Energetic fire raged across the two women's bodies and clashed violently as any fist ever did. Hair meshed deeply with blood and rage.bile lined with spit escaped their mouths as fierce blows shook them to the very core.
The female saijain let out a small laugh as one of Bulma's wild punches missed her stony face. She shook her head then raced forward and slammed her knee into Bulma's abdomen.
Bulma gasped for air as she felt the limb crunch against her entrails. Tears lined her aqua eyes and swirled in with lines of blood trickling from her lip. Immediately she jumped high then sweep-kicked low, hoping to trip the graceful saijain. No such luck. Shimmer was far to strong and much to experienced to fall for such a trick.
Shimmer the Strong leaped high into the air and balled both her fists together, then pummeled them down on Bulma's fair neck. At the very moment her feet grazed the ground, she crouched and leapt again, this time kicking hard at Bulma's neck.
Bulma let out a scream as she flew hundreds of yards away from Shimmer and crashed into a wall. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay in the concrete rubble. And then she heard more than saw the saijain come at her again.
In that instant anger began to well up inside her tender, beaten body. It finally registered that a human was no match for a saijain, no matter how much training that human did. Bulma knew she was going to lose...and it pissed her off.
As Shimmer came closer and closer to the Earthling, Bulma coughed and began to get up, staggering and swaying dangerously. Just before Shimmer made it to her, Bulma's fists clenched, her swaying stopped and her eyes erupted into a blue ocean of flames.
Shimmer stopped just short of reaching her opponent and stared curiously into Bulma's eyes and checked for the Earth woman's power rating. The saijain female blinked. She must be wrong! Bulma's ki level had more that sextupled Shimmer's own! She checked again.and again, and again, and again. How can this be?! she wondered insanely.
At that moment Bulma looked up and toward the Saijain Prince, who was staring at her as if she'd just grown a tail. Eyes blank, she blinked once then let her eyes snap wide open. Her bubble of anger popped.
Vegeta suddenly let out a sharp gasp and slammed to the ground, strong hands gripping his chest. A harsh, painful sensation burned its way up from the pit of his stomach, through his throat, and invisibly out his mouth. His lips formed a few foul words just before sweat began to drip down his brow. As the feeling slowly vanished, and as he stood, Vegeta realized that he felt...empty almost.
Down on the ground, Bulma's blank eyes suddenly shone velvet blue as a swirling yellowish mist began to rise from her skin. Slowly, her head turned toward Shimmer as she cocked it loosely to the right and grinned insanely.
The female saijian took a step back, a bit bewildered and very confused. Before she could take another breath she felt a stab in her stomach, neck and mouth all seemingly at the same time. She screamed and fell to the ground, rolling sideways and clutching herself wildly. Shimmer rather slowly got to her feet and looked back to the pile of rubble. When she saw nothing was there she turned around to see yet again nothing...except a few dark black and blue vertical lines. Instantly she felt herself being thrown into the sky, blood pouring from her mouth and wrists. In the blink of an eye Shimmer felt another searing blow, only this time to her spine as she crashed into the ground creating a large crater.
Dust and rubble began raining down almost gently as finally Bulma appeared on the western edge of the crater, floating menacingly. Seeing all seven Bulma's, Shimmer slowly got to her feet and reeled around, trying to balance. Suddenly Bulma was gone, and she heard two words being whispered into her ear before blacking out. "It's over."
Bulma slammed her fist into Shimmer's head, and pushed her feet into both of Shimmer's knees, sending them cracking backwards. As Shimmer fell to the ground, the yellow mist suddenly snapped out and Bulma lightly landed. Slowly her eyes grew normal as she looked around at the scene. Silence burned through the stands.
"Did I...win?" she whispered to herself as she noted the rubble and craters. "What in God's name happened?!" At that moment she noticed Shimmer, floating in a pool of her own blood. Shocked Bulma leaped back and landed, tripping over her own feet and bounced to the floor. Thankful for her nice butt, she began crawling away.
Vegeta slowly felt the emptiness fill again with whatever it was in a flash of blunt pain. His teeth clenched, but he forced no pain to show on his face, as all he could do was stare, shocked at the woman.
A startled announcer stuttered, "A-a-nd the...the winner...is-s...Bulma!"
The crowed suddenly exploded into thunderous applause and laughter. Cheering, screaming fans nearly toppled over themselves as they leapt high into the air and simultaneously powered up, in a sign of respect and cheer.
Dumbfounded Vegeta found himself being pushed down the stairs toward the battered arena and Earthling by Raditz and other saijain First Class's. Before he knew it he was climbing up the stairs and through the cracked concrete, leading to Bulma.
The whole while his mind screamed, SHE WON! SHE FUCKING...WON! SHE WON!!! HOW...WHY...WHEN...SHE WON!! WON! WON! THE WOMAN FUCKING WON...!!
In disbelief he walked to Bulma, and the entire crowd settled down and listened, as microphones were lowered into the arena so they could all hear.
"Woman," he squeaked, then coughed and corrected himself, "Woman...you've...won...I-I must congratulate you..."
Bulma suddenly laughed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Ha! I TOLD you I would! Now, about my prize-."
The announcer broke in. "Miss Bulma. You will be receiving your prize tonight, as tradition demands. We're sure you're...eager."
The crowd snickered a little.
The Earth woman looked around, raising an eyebrow, then went back to Vegeta who was standing tall yet wary. He couldn't believe she actually wanted to sleep with him!
Bulma let out quietly, "Tonight?" How could she wait until tonight to get her money?!
The announcer coughed and responded, "Yes...ma'am. The PRIZE is awarded at night...eh...usually..."
"No." Bulma said plainly. "NO, I will NOT wait until tonight." In her mind she laughed, Like I'm going to let him off the hook that easily. He'll give me my prize money in front of his entire planet. That should humble him a little!
Vegeta yelped and stared at her crazily as the crowd gasped. "WOMAN! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING-?!?!"
"I'm SAYING," Bulma began, getting louder, "I will NOT WAIT UNTIL TONIGHT. I WANT IT NOW VEGETA, AND YOU KNOW IT! GIVE IT TO ME!"
Vegeta's mind could barely function. The wheels just stopped turning.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU? STUPID?! GIVE ME MY PRIZE!"
Finally he created some words, "Why...not...tonight...alone...by ourselves.alone...in a...room...?"
And after that Bulma nearly tore her hair out and screamed, "NO! NO, NO, NO! YOU WILL NOT DO THIS TO ME! I WANT IT RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, IN FRONT OF ALL THESE PEOPLE!"
The Prince choked along with the rest of the planet. Somewhere Raditz snickered, "Uh-oh! Looks like he's got a feisty one...!" Somebody bashed his face in.
Slowly, very slowly, he began advancing on her. By law he was not allowed to deny her anything she wanted done with the prize. And actually that included When, as well as How and Where.
Bulma eyed him carefully as the furiously blushing saijain came closer. Eventually they were so close, she could taste his sweet breath.
"Vegeta...?" She started.
"As you wish." he mumbled, just before lightly pulling her close to his body and touching his lips to hers. Shocked, Bulma just stood there, eyes wide open and looking about wildly.
The stands erupted into frenzied hoots as they all got as close as they could to the nearest television screen or side of the arena. Somewhere Turlis, whom had witnessed the entire ordeal bit his lip and rose to leave.
Suddenly Vegeta's hands began to roam down her body and eventually barely grazed her thighs. In that second Bulma let out a scream and slapped him square in the jaw before backing far, far away.
Staring at him crazily, she screamed, "VEGETA, YOU STUPID MONKEY!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU KISS ME FOR?! THAT'S JUST WRONG!!"
Turlis stopped and turned in disbelief back toward the arena. She DIDN'T know what the prize was! A strange feeling began welling up inside him. Confused he tried to analyze it, but couldn't tell what it was.
"DON'T YOU EVER, EVER DO THAT AGAIN! I WANT MY MONEY, VEGETA! I WANT YOU TO HAND OVER THE PRIZE MONEY IN FRONT OF YOUR ENTIRE PLANET SO THEY CAN SEE THAT THEIR STUPID PRINCE WAS WRONG!"
Silence washed over the crowd. Vegeta stood there, on the arena floor, shocked and a little dazed, the slap mark stinging.
Suddenly a laugh came from the audience. Then another, and another.until the entire planet howled with laughter and respectfully began exiting the arena. The Earthling DIDN'T know what the prize was! Wasn't she in for a shock!
Vegeta tried talking, but found that he'd forgotten how. Bulma hissed, "Try syllables and words, Vegeta." Anger and hot embarrassment burst through the Prince's body.
"DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU THOUGHT THE PRIZE WAS MONEY?!" Vegeta demanded, searing anger dripping from his words.
Bulma took a step back. "Well...I...yes....That's what most prizes are...aren't they?"
"NO."
"Oh..."
Vegeta growled and suddenly fired multiple ki blasts toward the empty stands for a good five minutes. When he was finished he slowly turned back to the aquamarine haired woman.
"So you didn't really...you don't," he corrected, "want the real prize?"
Bulma nearly spit. "God no! I wouldn't ask you to do that! And why would I...want to?" she trailed off, trying to figure out if she was lying or not.
Growling Vegeta stormed past her, and upon brushing by her, he pushed her forcefully to the ground. When he made it to the door, he took one good look back at the woman, nearly killed himself, and slammed it on his way out.
Alone and shocked, Bulma looked around the empty stands, a few advertisement flyers falling to the ground, along with remaining confetti and other things. She whimpered a little and looked around, finally noticing that the stands weren't completely empty. Turlis had stayed, and was smiling broadly.
Just as she was about to laugh and wave, the recently used door burst open, and Vegeta came flying out and caught Bulma around the waist. In that instant Turlis growled and leapt from his spot to the arena and began flying quickly toward them.
Vegeta looked a stuttering Bulma over then eyed her "birthmark". His tongue ran over his teeth as he bent his neck down to sink his fangs deep into her skin. Before making contact he whispered, "I have to know...if you are the one."
His sharp canines sunk deep into her pulsing neck, as her eyes widened and her body went limp as a sensuous feeling overtook her. Turlis let out a yell, "NO! NO DON'T! Please...!"
Suddenly a searing white light exploded from the mark as Vegeta's teeth retracted and his lips left her skin. A steady stream of blood came from his fang marks on her special, natural one. Carefully Vegeta eyed the mark...then let out a gasp of true shock.
~*~*Muahahahaha.! Did his teeth fit?? Is she the one.or not?! NOW I NEED YOUR HELP! THERE IS ONE THING I NEED TO KNOW! I'd like to know how many of you would like me to make this a Split Fic (or SpFc)! For those of you who may not know what that is, I'll elaborate. A SpFc is a story with two endings. So every time I update, I'll do two "chapters" at a time, however one will be leading to one ending, the other leading to a different one. So you get to choose how the story ends! I know this sounds crazy but here goes: I've been re-reading this fic, and was thinking..."Hey...what if Bulma chose...". Right now I have great ideas for two endings; one where she chooses Turlis, the other, Vegeta. If everyone thinks this is a stupid idea (lol no hurt feelings, this is just an inspirational moment I'm having here! Wow.this hasn't happened in a while!) Let me know and I'll just *sniff* go with my original idea. But if you guys want an SpFc...I'm willing to do it! Finally, I'm going to be updating frequently again! Even if I have a broken finger! Please let me know ASAP so I can get to writing! ~*~*