A/N: Sorry for this coming so late in the story. For those of you who aren't familiar with the Dark Jewels the words in italics are thoughts and words surrounded by ** are thoughts sent on a communication thread. Oh, also this part of the story comes bewteen the time Bulma speaks to Witch and and her friends start arriving for their get together.
Pricelss Jewels
Chapter 3- The Separation
Bulma walked downstairs and into the kitchen, and grabbing a skillet and opening the fridge. She rummaged around until she found a large package of hamburger meat. Taking that, she set about fixing a meal for her Saiyan Prince. Whoa, hold up girl! Where did THAT come from?! MY Saiyan Prince? Kami, I'm losing it. She slowly returned to getting all of the ingredients ready that she was going to turn into a big pot of Hungarian Goulash for her…for Vegeta, damn it, Vegeta. She huffed out a breath; exasperated with the sharp turn her thoughts had taken. She felt his psychic scent coming toward the kitchen and she accidentally sliced her finger with the knife she had been using to cut the onions.
Vegeta walked into the kitchen to see Bulma cursing inventively as she held her finger under the tap.
"Hell's Fire, Mother Night, and May the Darkness be Merciful! Oh that was real brilliance there Bulma, you're supposed to be a fucking genius and you can't even dice a damn onion without trying to cut up your own hand! What fucking right does he have to make me start thinking things like that? The bastard!"
"Issues, Woman?" the watching warrior drawled insultingly.
"My. Name. Is. Bulma." Her words distinct and spaced out coated in icy civility, "And no I am not having issues." Her blood dripped down her still injured finger, now no longer held under running water or noticed by the defensive young queen. But Vegeta noticed it and moved closer, taking her hand to examine the cut.
"Hm, it's not very deep. Don't know why you were making such a fuss Woman," he added with deliberate emphasis on the last word, knowing that would further anger her and bring that delightful flush to her cheeks and that dangerous glitter to her brilliant eyes. Eyes like that sapphire she has resting against her bellybutton. The memory brought a wicked smile to his face and he stood there grinning at her angry sputtering. Without thinking about what he was doing he started to bring her injured finger toward his lips, wanting to ease the sting, wanting to taste her blood.
Bulma watched Vegeta draw her still bleeding finger toward his lips. It was an absent minded gesture, and her eyes widened. She quickly snatched her hand from his grasp and turned her back, closing her eyes.
"It's almost ready. Can you stir the sauce for me please? I'm going to go get a band aide. I'll be back in a minute," with that Bulma ran from the room, not even seeing the frown that had taken possession of Vegeta's features at her negative response. Why? Why, did she turn from me? I had only been trying to comfort her… and since when do I care about comforting that irrational human female? This planet is making me weak; I must train and get stronger. He grudgingly stirred the thick red sauce simmering in the pot, only his brooding thoughts to keep him company.
Bulma leaned against the bathroom door and stared at her pale reflection in the mirror. Why? Why did I turn away from him? He was actually being comforting. But he doesn't realize the importance of blood within my culture. Blood is memory's river. I don't want him to take my blood, be bound to me… unless he does it knowingly. WHAT?! WHAT AM I SAYING?!?! I DON'T WANT HIM TO BE BOUND TO ME AT ALL!!! THE MAN'S AN ARROGANT BARBARIC JERK WHO THINKS OF NOTHING BUT HIS TRAINING! But… he has been nice to me. I owe him an apology. But not an explanation; no, I'm definitely not going to explain that exchanging blood with a Queen would- She cut that thought short; ignoring the rush of what she refused to believe was approval that thought had started to give her.
With her decision made she set about cleaning the small cut and placing a band aide over it. She returned to the kitchen when she was finished and met Vegeta's scowl. He tossed the spoon on the countertop next to the stove before stalking to the table. He's so graceful, like some predatory creature, watching, waiting for the best time to strike. Bulma shook off those thoughts when he turned his head toward her to snap, "What are you staring at me for Woman?"
"Nothing… I just… I'm sorry Vegeta. You were just trying to be helpful. Thank you," she told him quietly before she turned away and started taking everything off the stove, mixing the sauce in with the noodles. Neither of them said anything else as she worked. She placed a plate in front of him and placed the big pot on a potholder in front of him. He grunted approval at the smell and started to dig in with his customary enthusiasm for his food, causing Bulma to smile. Before he could demand to know what she thought was so funny the doorbell rang and she left to answer it. Damned woman.
His scowl darkened even more when he sensed the ki of the person who had come in. Wonderful. The moron was here and he was doubtless going to talk that softheaded idiot woman into forgiving him for whatever indiscretion she had found out about. Stupid humans. Bulma deserved a faithful mate and Yamcha deserved his balls ripped off. But… Bulma had said earlier that Yamcha was never her mate. Just what had she meant by that? And why do I care? It's none of my business if she decides to take that thing back.
Bulma had opened the door, stiffening when she saw Yamcha grin boyishly at her. She had evaded his embrace when he had tried to take her into his arms for a kiss. She told him, firmly, that they needed to talk. Her formal tone in addressing him told him something was wrong. Now they sat facing each other in the room she had led him to. She had plunked him down at the table and was sitting down across from him, observing his uneasy shifting with a cool indifference.
"Bulma, baby, what's the matter?" he finally asked when she continued to stare at him as if he were a smear on slide.
"First off, let's get one thing straight. My name is Bulma, a simple five-letter word. I tolerate enough of that from Vegeta because he's a prince and he ignores everything I say anyway, so nothing that I say will probably keep him from calling me anything other than my name. I will not tolerate that from you. Secondly, the matter, as I see it is your inability to keep your pants on. Tell me Yamcha, just how long did you think you could cheat on me without my finding out?" The calmness with which she spoke, as if she were only lightly curious, scared him, although not as much as the frozen look in her eyes.
"Bulma, I can explain." The room was cold. When had the room gotten so cold?
"Then by all means, please do. And Yamcha? Make it good, make it very good." Or I just might slash your mind to shreds you two-timing asshole. She continued to stare at him with no expression in her ancient sapphire eyes. He couldn't help it. He began to shiver.
Okay, that's the end of this chapter. I was going to make it longer but I decided to make Yamcha sweat. ^_^
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Angel-of-Halo: Sorry to leave you hanging. I just couldn't help it. Glad you liked it though. *holds out a tissue*
Kay:Thanks for reading. I started of this after my friend finally returned my Queen of the Darkness book. It had been an idea I had been toying around with. For some reason the way the Z-fighters behaved reminded me of the males of this world and so *shrugs*
manga: Soon. Very soon. ^_~ Thanks for reading. I appreciate your input. And you're right about Vegeta, but I have a twist about his rank coming up later that I hope you like.
Silverstar: Thanks for the reviews. It's a weekend so it's easier for me to write more. However I hope I'll be able to keep adding chapters as quickly, since you seem to like what I've done so far. Thanks.
Raksha: Yeah, everyone else will be categorized, eventually. I'm glad there's a general consensus on the fact that Vegeta should be a Warlord Prince since he will be. Lol. I didn't want to ruin the suprise, but about the offering, um, have you read The Invisible Ring yet? It kind of explains the dangers to a witch when the male who performs her virgin night is weaker than herself. Please keep reviewing. Having someone as familiar with the series as I am approve of my efforts makes me feel rather like Wilhemina when Lucivar handed her that gravedigger. j/k ^_^
