A/N: Hey people! Here's the next chapter, thanks SO MUCH to everyone who has reviewed this. It really means a lot to me.
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
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The two laid there, basking in the small trickles of pleasure that had yet to completely leave them, sweat drenching them, words evading them. Finally, Vegeta broke the silence.
"Why?"
"I thought I was the one to ask the questions." Bulma smirked, panting between each part of her sentence.
"Why that at the height of passion?"
Bulma fell silent, finding the pillow covers very interesting all of a sudden. *How could I tell him without giving him the impression that he's won over me? Damn him for making me feel this way! Damn him for bringing me up to the ultimate pleasure! Damn him for making me feel so dirty and pure at the same fucking time! Damn him because now I'm going to give a shit about him whether I like it or not! I can't just forget people I sleep with!*
"Well?"
"Because."
"...that's it?"
"That's all you're getting. You don't deserve any more."
"Is that so?" the king growled, pushing Bulma deeper into the mattress. The siren, however, refused to be intimidated and let out a small yawn.
"I'm tired. That was fun but you bore me now. I'm going to sleep." With that, Bulma turned her head to the side and drifted off into a sound rest. Vegeta, however, was FURIOUS.
*What the hell? There is no way this bitch is going to nap without giving me a proper answer.* Vegeta shook the sleeping woman, receiving no response save a small snort and her body curling up in order to keep itself warm. The saiyajin's tail lashed back and forth, anger practically seeping out of his pores.
*How DARE she! The audacity of it is... is unimaginable! Fuck, Kakarotto's bitch was better behaved than this. To hell with the siren.* Vegeta none too gently yanked Bulma's body off the bed and let her fall on the floor. As he was climbing into the sheets, Bulma groaned and opened her eyes, finding herself naked on a wooden floor.
*He is so fucking dead.* Bulma sprang onto the bed and kneed Vegeta right between his legs. The unfortunate saiyajin bellowed in pain as Bulma dived under the covers, rested her head on a pillow and went back to sleep.
Once Vegeta had recovered, he was practically seeing red. The man was completely flabbergasted and frazzled by the siren's antics, not to mention the PAIN she seemed to like causing him.
"No human is this brave... unless they're really stupid."
"I heard that." mumbled Bulma, who had woken due to Vegeta's earlier snarling that had been going on.
Vegeta would have snapped her neck right then and there, but something unforseen happened just then. Bulma yanked Vegeta down so he was laying beside her in all his naked glory, his unmentionables heavily bruised. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body flush against his, then made to fall asleep.
"Er..." *Ack! That was so undignified of me. The king of saiyajins does not say 'er'!*
"Mmhmm?" muttered the sky-haired woman, tracing lazy patterns along Vegeta's shoulder blades.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothin'."
Vegeta could only gaze at her, dumbfounded. Just who was she, anyways? He wasn't any closer to figuring that out, in fact, he was slipping further from the truth, knowing her less as he got to know her. A paradox he was getting frustrated with, he never was a man of patience. There was just no explanation for... whatever she was doing.
It wasn't just that Vegeta didn't know what she was doing, Bulma herself didn't know either. She figured she'd let Vegeta do that for her, he seemed to be studying her, trying to make sense of her.
*Yeah, maybe if I can figure MYSELF out first. I think I'll just lay here. I really like this... he's REALLY warm...*
Bulma dozed off for the third time since their intercourse, and this time was not interrupted during her sleep, as Vegeta soon fell victim to a fitful slumber.
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Turles paced back and forth in his quarters, brooding. It didn't take a genius to figure out what went on in the king's room, hell, any idiot could tell what it was, even his brother Kakarotto.
*How could he? It seems almost impossible... he was so adamant about keeping the race pure... I guess once he let that bitch on board he doesn't give a damn anymore as long as we go on. I still can't believe he slept with the siren...*
Surprisingly, Turles was not one bit jealous of his king, the siren's physical attributes were nothing to him... and he found the blue hair to be simply abnormal. All he wanted was her slow, painful death executed by none other than his hands. Too feel her warm blood on his tongue... it would be glorious.
Turles was not a vampire by any means, he simply had a problem with bloodlust...more than the average saiyajin. Then again, the problem wasn't so simple, especially since he hadn't had blood from someone else for a while, and had to be content with cutting himself to get any. However, he did not take any from Radditz, saiyajins did not do that to family members. The dishonour was excruciating, and was almost considered to be incest among his race.
He brewed and he stewed, images of Bulma dying passing through his mind. He pulled his visage into a smirk, picking the best and most effective plan he had come up with since his brother's untimely death.
~*~
Three weeks passed by, and Vegeta was consumed with rage. The entire crew was deathly afraid of him, save ChiChi, because she was confident and NOTHING was going to change that, and Goku, because he knew Vegeta was worried as hell, just like he himself was.
Ever since he and Bulma had slept together that one day, she hadn't moved from the bed, only waking for five minute intervals, and when she did, she made absolutely no noise and had no motivation to eat whatsoever.
When she slept, her face became covered in sweat, her body temperature rose MUCH higher than normal, and depending on what kind of day it was, she'd babble on and on, scream and wail, cry softly or just twitch and whimper every so often. Not once did she ever make sense.
It was a scream day today, meaning that Bulma was screaming and wailing in her sleep, and everyone stuffed cotton in their ears for their own protection. The poor woman was plagued by something that no one could understand except for the fact that she was going through pure lunacy.
Goku opened the door, wincing as the shrill noises pierced through the cotton. He cautiously made his way to Bulma's bedside, remembering the punch she had thrown him two days ago. He knelt by her side, grasping her arm, whispering in her ear, trying to lull her into something less damaging to everyone's ears. It seemed to work, and the blue-haired woman's screams died to whimpers. Then, she spoke, at first nothing seemingly understandable, but then Goku heard something amidst the senseless muttering.
"Noji was a different man... you couldn't trust him, but he was useful for his purposes."
After that it was back to babbling, and then, to whimpering again. Not once did she wake. Goku, confused and overwhelmed with anxiety for his friend, buried his face in the crook of her neck, sobbing quietly, letting the tears that so desperately needed to escape fall. He had been told far too often that emotions were a weakness, but without them he felt empty, so the earth-bred saiyajin ignored the 'advice' of his crew members.
"Kakarotto."
~*~
That's all for now! Reviews are greatly appreciated!
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
~*~*~
The two laid there, basking in the small trickles of pleasure that had yet to completely leave them, sweat drenching them, words evading them. Finally, Vegeta broke the silence.
"Why?"
"I thought I was the one to ask the questions." Bulma smirked, panting between each part of her sentence.
"Why that at the height of passion?"
Bulma fell silent, finding the pillow covers very interesting all of a sudden. *How could I tell him without giving him the impression that he's won over me? Damn him for making me feel this way! Damn him for bringing me up to the ultimate pleasure! Damn him for making me feel so dirty and pure at the same fucking time! Damn him because now I'm going to give a shit about him whether I like it or not! I can't just forget people I sleep with!*
"Well?"
"Because."
"...that's it?"
"That's all you're getting. You don't deserve any more."
"Is that so?" the king growled, pushing Bulma deeper into the mattress. The siren, however, refused to be intimidated and let out a small yawn.
"I'm tired. That was fun but you bore me now. I'm going to sleep." With that, Bulma turned her head to the side and drifted off into a sound rest. Vegeta, however, was FURIOUS.
*What the hell? There is no way this bitch is going to nap without giving me a proper answer.* Vegeta shook the sleeping woman, receiving no response save a small snort and her body curling up in order to keep itself warm. The saiyajin's tail lashed back and forth, anger practically seeping out of his pores.
*How DARE she! The audacity of it is... is unimaginable! Fuck, Kakarotto's bitch was better behaved than this. To hell with the siren.* Vegeta none too gently yanked Bulma's body off the bed and let her fall on the floor. As he was climbing into the sheets, Bulma groaned and opened her eyes, finding herself naked on a wooden floor.
*He is so fucking dead.* Bulma sprang onto the bed and kneed Vegeta right between his legs. The unfortunate saiyajin bellowed in pain as Bulma dived under the covers, rested her head on a pillow and went back to sleep.
Once Vegeta had recovered, he was practically seeing red. The man was completely flabbergasted and frazzled by the siren's antics, not to mention the PAIN she seemed to like causing him.
"No human is this brave... unless they're really stupid."
"I heard that." mumbled Bulma, who had woken due to Vegeta's earlier snarling that had been going on.
Vegeta would have snapped her neck right then and there, but something unforseen happened just then. Bulma yanked Vegeta down so he was laying beside her in all his naked glory, his unmentionables heavily bruised. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body flush against his, then made to fall asleep.
"Er..." *Ack! That was so undignified of me. The king of saiyajins does not say 'er'!*
"Mmhmm?" muttered the sky-haired woman, tracing lazy patterns along Vegeta's shoulder blades.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothin'."
Vegeta could only gaze at her, dumbfounded. Just who was she, anyways? He wasn't any closer to figuring that out, in fact, he was slipping further from the truth, knowing her less as he got to know her. A paradox he was getting frustrated with, he never was a man of patience. There was just no explanation for... whatever she was doing.
It wasn't just that Vegeta didn't know what she was doing, Bulma herself didn't know either. She figured she'd let Vegeta do that for her, he seemed to be studying her, trying to make sense of her.
*Yeah, maybe if I can figure MYSELF out first. I think I'll just lay here. I really like this... he's REALLY warm...*
Bulma dozed off for the third time since their intercourse, and this time was not interrupted during her sleep, as Vegeta soon fell victim to a fitful slumber.
~*~
Turles paced back and forth in his quarters, brooding. It didn't take a genius to figure out what went on in the king's room, hell, any idiot could tell what it was, even his brother Kakarotto.
*How could he? It seems almost impossible... he was so adamant about keeping the race pure... I guess once he let that bitch on board he doesn't give a damn anymore as long as we go on. I still can't believe he slept with the siren...*
Surprisingly, Turles was not one bit jealous of his king, the siren's physical attributes were nothing to him... and he found the blue hair to be simply abnormal. All he wanted was her slow, painful death executed by none other than his hands. Too feel her warm blood on his tongue... it would be glorious.
Turles was not a vampire by any means, he simply had a problem with bloodlust...more than the average saiyajin. Then again, the problem wasn't so simple, especially since he hadn't had blood from someone else for a while, and had to be content with cutting himself to get any. However, he did not take any from Radditz, saiyajins did not do that to family members. The dishonour was excruciating, and was almost considered to be incest among his race.
He brewed and he stewed, images of Bulma dying passing through his mind. He pulled his visage into a smirk, picking the best and most effective plan he had come up with since his brother's untimely death.
~*~
Three weeks passed by, and Vegeta was consumed with rage. The entire crew was deathly afraid of him, save ChiChi, because she was confident and NOTHING was going to change that, and Goku, because he knew Vegeta was worried as hell, just like he himself was.
Ever since he and Bulma had slept together that one day, she hadn't moved from the bed, only waking for five minute intervals, and when she did, she made absolutely no noise and had no motivation to eat whatsoever.
When she slept, her face became covered in sweat, her body temperature rose MUCH higher than normal, and depending on what kind of day it was, she'd babble on and on, scream and wail, cry softly or just twitch and whimper every so often. Not once did she ever make sense.
It was a scream day today, meaning that Bulma was screaming and wailing in her sleep, and everyone stuffed cotton in their ears for their own protection. The poor woman was plagued by something that no one could understand except for the fact that she was going through pure lunacy.
Goku opened the door, wincing as the shrill noises pierced through the cotton. He cautiously made his way to Bulma's bedside, remembering the punch she had thrown him two days ago. He knelt by her side, grasping her arm, whispering in her ear, trying to lull her into something less damaging to everyone's ears. It seemed to work, and the blue-haired woman's screams died to whimpers. Then, she spoke, at first nothing seemingly understandable, but then Goku heard something amidst the senseless muttering.
"Noji was a different man... you couldn't trust him, but he was useful for his purposes."
After that it was back to babbling, and then, to whimpering again. Not once did she wake. Goku, confused and overwhelmed with anxiety for his friend, buried his face in the crook of her neck, sobbing quietly, letting the tears that so desperately needed to escape fall. He had been told far too often that emotions were a weakness, but without them he felt empty, so the earth-bred saiyajin ignored the 'advice' of his crew members.
"Kakarotto."
~*~
That's all for now! Reviews are greatly appreciated!