A/N: Well, here I go again! Another chapter, hope this one's exciting, enjoy it! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, I'm so happy ^-^! This is one of the more exciting chapters.
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
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Bulma's bloodshot eyes fixed on a rather stunted man with a ferocious widow's peak, and she promptly pulled the covers over her head. She didn't want to deal with ANYONE right now, and she especially didn't want what she presumed to be Captain Vegeta seeing her cry. In fact, the siren was trying to convince herself that this was all a dream, and she'd wake up back in her old house on land.
"So, the siren hides. Not what I was expecting. Pitiful."
"Go away."
"What's the matter? Ashamed to admit defeat?"
"Leave me alone."
"Or are you just some weak bitch underneath it all... I should have known the rumours were nothing but that."
"What part of get the FUCK away from me don't you understand??!!"
Bulma launched a pillow at the saiyajin pirate, slamming him into the wall with the feather-filled object. Vegeta was surprised, and none too happy as well.
He stormed over to the bed where Bulma was sitting up, glaring at him with a fierce intensity he had never seen in a woman before. It was, in fact, quite amazing to him that he actually had THE savage siren... right where he wanted her.
"I have a question."
"I'll be asking all the questions here, wench."
Bulma growled and leaped at Vegeta, managing to deliver a sharp kick to his mid-section before his defences kicked in. The saiyajin king lashed out at the siren, giving out double the blows for which she landed. It wouldn't be much longer now, Bulma was still weary from waking up, whereas Vegeta was fuelled by previous anger.
Eventually, Bulma found herself pinned to the wall by her captor, and struggle though she may, it was impossible to escape his grip. At least, that what she thought at first, but then noticed how Vegeta's face was turning a deeper shade of red each time she wriggled to get out of his grasp.
*Hey... wait a second... he's... oh Kami that's rich. He's turned on. Well, it his damn fault he's pressed flush against me, not mine. I think I'll use this to my advantage...*
Bulma put every amount of energy she had into struggling against Vegeta, whose face was fast turning a rather tomato-like colour.
"Give it up, siren... you're not going anywhere."
Bulma smirked and bucked against Vegeta, making it look as if she was merely trying to get out of his grip. The poor king had to suppress a moan that was building in the back of his throat. Bulma continued to writhe and move against him, not actually caring anymore if she got away, simply delighting in the pleasure that SHE had the upper hand... and that they BOTH knew it.
*Screw this shit.*
Vegeta glared at the Prynca clad woman, then claimed her mouth with his. Shocked, Bulma stopped moving, simply trying to process what the hell to do next. Slowly, her body remembered what she had stopped so long ago, her tongue battled Vegeta's in a duel quite unlike any other. What happened next, though, was rather unpleasant for the saiyajin.
With a resounding slap and a forceful heave, the sky-haired woman shoved Vegeta backwards, causing him to hit his head on the bedpost. She crouched into a fighting stance and gave a triumphant smirk.
"Honestly... did you actually think I'd let you continue that?"
"Well, you seemed pretty damn eager to get me off... in more ways than one."
Bulma laughed, the psychotic sound returning from when she was a mere teenager, a young one at that. Vegeta was unnerved, to say the least.
*What in hell's name goes on inside this woman's head? There's nothing you can predict, she doesn't follow any pattern whatsoever. This could be more difficult than I thought.*
When the siren stopped to catch her breath, Vegeta was leaning against the wall, giving her a 'what the hell is wrong with you' look. She smiled, then the corners of her mouth turned down and she froze.
Vegeta walked up to her in befuddlement, not sure what to make of the confusing situation. He walked around her, slowly, trying to figure her out. Not even after waving his hands in front of her face did he receive a response. Rather ungracefully, the saiyajin king slung the prone form of the siren over his shoulder and threw her on the bed, where she STILL didn't move.
"What the fuck...?"
Suddenly, Bulma started screaming like a banshee, babbling incoherently and thrashing about on the bedspread. Vegeta started to shake her, which only resulted in her voice dropping so low that it was in guttural tones no one could understand. Bulma continued yelling and moving around, her eyes wide open, like she was trapped in some kind of daydream. Which was, in fact, the very cause of her strange behaviour.
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"No... no you're gone! You're gone! I left you!"
Bulma stepped backwards through the hazy green mist as Zenith came closer, closer to her, closer with a strange looking knife in his hands, the spear still protruding through his back.
"You said you'd never forget... you promised... you promised..."
"I haven't forgotten you!" she screamed, her tears disappearing into the clouds forming around her, blinding her vision. "Do you have any idea how long I spent mourning you? I need to move on!!"
"You promised... you promised... you promised..."
"Stay away from me!" Bulma turned and ran, Zenith's mangled body chasing close behind, always gaining, always getting closer. It was becoming harder to see, the mist was enveloping Bulma more and more, and soon all she could see behind her were two green, glowing eyes and a knife.
She turned forward and ran, only to fall into a deep hole. After hitting bottom, she noticed the mist had cleared. It was brown, brown dirt, the kind of dirt you would find in a grave...
"No!!! Get me out!!"
Bulma could clearly see the figure of Zenith shovelling in dirt to cover her, and no matter how hard she tried, it was getting harder to stay above the soil, harder to see, harder to breathe...
~*~
"Confound it you bitch, wake up!!" screamed the distraught king, tired of restraining the thrashing siren. He bashed her head against the headboard, causing her to groan and flutter her eyelids...
Without warning, Bulma clutched onto Vegeta tightly, her nails screeching against the saiyajin's metallic armour. Violently sobbing, she buried her head in his neck, confusing Vegeta entirely.
*What the hell...?*
"Don't let him get me, please don't let him get me."
Vegeta's eyes widened in shock, she sounded so... helpless, like a five year old child. It made him wonder just what went on to provoke such a change in her demeanor.
"Who?" he asked, trying not to admit to himself that he actually gave a damn about her condition.
"Just don't let him get me." she sniffled, not giving up her stronghold on the king. At least her nails had found a niche and weren't chipping off the paint like they were beforehand.
Vegeta was at a loss for words... just how stable was she mentally? As strong as the saiyajins were, a psychopathic warrior woman could certainly do some damage... Radditz was already killed, and he wasn't actually as weak as Vegeta made him out to be.
When Bulma wrapped her legs around him and sighed contentedly, that moment, right then, somewhere in the back of his mind, Vegeta started to consider that maybe this time he was in too deep...
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So... what did ya think? Good? Bad? Let me know and have a great day! Sorry if it was a tad late.
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
~*~
Bulma's bloodshot eyes fixed on a rather stunted man with a ferocious widow's peak, and she promptly pulled the covers over her head. She didn't want to deal with ANYONE right now, and she especially didn't want what she presumed to be Captain Vegeta seeing her cry. In fact, the siren was trying to convince herself that this was all a dream, and she'd wake up back in her old house on land.
"So, the siren hides. Not what I was expecting. Pitiful."
"Go away."
"What's the matter? Ashamed to admit defeat?"
"Leave me alone."
"Or are you just some weak bitch underneath it all... I should have known the rumours were nothing but that."
"What part of get the FUCK away from me don't you understand??!!"
Bulma launched a pillow at the saiyajin pirate, slamming him into the wall with the feather-filled object. Vegeta was surprised, and none too happy as well.
He stormed over to the bed where Bulma was sitting up, glaring at him with a fierce intensity he had never seen in a woman before. It was, in fact, quite amazing to him that he actually had THE savage siren... right where he wanted her.
"I have a question."
"I'll be asking all the questions here, wench."
Bulma growled and leaped at Vegeta, managing to deliver a sharp kick to his mid-section before his defences kicked in. The saiyajin king lashed out at the siren, giving out double the blows for which she landed. It wouldn't be much longer now, Bulma was still weary from waking up, whereas Vegeta was fuelled by previous anger.
Eventually, Bulma found herself pinned to the wall by her captor, and struggle though she may, it was impossible to escape his grip. At least, that what she thought at first, but then noticed how Vegeta's face was turning a deeper shade of red each time she wriggled to get out of his grasp.
*Hey... wait a second... he's... oh Kami that's rich. He's turned on. Well, it his damn fault he's pressed flush against me, not mine. I think I'll use this to my advantage...*
Bulma put every amount of energy she had into struggling against Vegeta, whose face was fast turning a rather tomato-like colour.
"Give it up, siren... you're not going anywhere."
Bulma smirked and bucked against Vegeta, making it look as if she was merely trying to get out of his grip. The poor king had to suppress a moan that was building in the back of his throat. Bulma continued to writhe and move against him, not actually caring anymore if she got away, simply delighting in the pleasure that SHE had the upper hand... and that they BOTH knew it.
*Screw this shit.*
Vegeta glared at the Prynca clad woman, then claimed her mouth with his. Shocked, Bulma stopped moving, simply trying to process what the hell to do next. Slowly, her body remembered what she had stopped so long ago, her tongue battled Vegeta's in a duel quite unlike any other. What happened next, though, was rather unpleasant for the saiyajin.
With a resounding slap and a forceful heave, the sky-haired woman shoved Vegeta backwards, causing him to hit his head on the bedpost. She crouched into a fighting stance and gave a triumphant smirk.
"Honestly... did you actually think I'd let you continue that?"
"Well, you seemed pretty damn eager to get me off... in more ways than one."
Bulma laughed, the psychotic sound returning from when she was a mere teenager, a young one at that. Vegeta was unnerved, to say the least.
*What in hell's name goes on inside this woman's head? There's nothing you can predict, she doesn't follow any pattern whatsoever. This could be more difficult than I thought.*
When the siren stopped to catch her breath, Vegeta was leaning against the wall, giving her a 'what the hell is wrong with you' look. She smiled, then the corners of her mouth turned down and she froze.
Vegeta walked up to her in befuddlement, not sure what to make of the confusing situation. He walked around her, slowly, trying to figure her out. Not even after waving his hands in front of her face did he receive a response. Rather ungracefully, the saiyajin king slung the prone form of the siren over his shoulder and threw her on the bed, where she STILL didn't move.
"What the fuck...?"
Suddenly, Bulma started screaming like a banshee, babbling incoherently and thrashing about on the bedspread. Vegeta started to shake her, which only resulted in her voice dropping so low that it was in guttural tones no one could understand. Bulma continued yelling and moving around, her eyes wide open, like she was trapped in some kind of daydream. Which was, in fact, the very cause of her strange behaviour.
~*~
"No... no you're gone! You're gone! I left you!"
Bulma stepped backwards through the hazy green mist as Zenith came closer, closer to her, closer with a strange looking knife in his hands, the spear still protruding through his back.
"You said you'd never forget... you promised... you promised..."
"I haven't forgotten you!" she screamed, her tears disappearing into the clouds forming around her, blinding her vision. "Do you have any idea how long I spent mourning you? I need to move on!!"
"You promised... you promised... you promised..."
"Stay away from me!" Bulma turned and ran, Zenith's mangled body chasing close behind, always gaining, always getting closer. It was becoming harder to see, the mist was enveloping Bulma more and more, and soon all she could see behind her were two green, glowing eyes and a knife.
She turned forward and ran, only to fall into a deep hole. After hitting bottom, she noticed the mist had cleared. It was brown, brown dirt, the kind of dirt you would find in a grave...
"No!!! Get me out!!"
Bulma could clearly see the figure of Zenith shovelling in dirt to cover her, and no matter how hard she tried, it was getting harder to stay above the soil, harder to see, harder to breathe...
~*~
"Confound it you bitch, wake up!!" screamed the distraught king, tired of restraining the thrashing siren. He bashed her head against the headboard, causing her to groan and flutter her eyelids...
Without warning, Bulma clutched onto Vegeta tightly, her nails screeching against the saiyajin's metallic armour. Violently sobbing, she buried her head in his neck, confusing Vegeta entirely.
*What the hell...?*
"Don't let him get me, please don't let him get me."
Vegeta's eyes widened in shock, she sounded so... helpless, like a five year old child. It made him wonder just what went on to provoke such a change in her demeanor.
"Who?" he asked, trying not to admit to himself that he actually gave a damn about her condition.
"Just don't let him get me." she sniffled, not giving up her stronghold on the king. At least her nails had found a niche and weren't chipping off the paint like they were beforehand.
Vegeta was at a loss for words... just how stable was she mentally? As strong as the saiyajins were, a psychopathic warrior woman could certainly do some damage... Radditz was already killed, and he wasn't actually as weak as Vegeta made him out to be.
When Bulma wrapped her legs around him and sighed contentedly, that moment, right then, somewhere in the back of his mind, Vegeta started to consider that maybe this time he was in too deep...
~*~
So... what did ya think? Good? Bad? Let me know and have a great day! Sorry if it was a tad late.