A/N: Woah, I bet a lot of you never thought you'd see Chapter 10!! Hell,
even I was thrown for a loop on this one. ;P I couldn't possibly
discontinue this, not that it was my intention, with all the death threats
and wonderful reviews!!! Something funny though...when you go to read my
fic it says there are 79 reviews but my stats 'claim' 74. Weird.... maybe
repeats don't count.
Disclaimer ~ One would think that after 9 chapters I'd have made at least SOME money on this but I guess my present poverty is due to a lack of ownership. ::cough cough:: Yeah, I'm pretty poor... it'd be great to have a copyright or two. ::Shakes cup while continuing to cough::
Love By Another Name ~
Chapter 10. The Best Part About Waking Up
Vegeta dabbed a cold compress on his host's unconscious brow. The towel caressed her feverish flesh, trying to provide what relief it could from the flu-like symptoms that arose a short time ago. Her golden eyes had dulled at the end of what those humans called a 'song.' A medicinal odor was present on her clothing. Evidently whatever she took didn't help.
"Is she any better?" The result of a harpy and moron mating stood in the doorway with a worried expression. Kakarott dumped the little punk on him last night. Supposedly, the onna had taken the liberty of inviting him to stay the evening at Capsule Corp. It sounded like something the bitch would do she had impeccable timing.
The demi-saiyan resembled his sire, but luckily for himself and Vegeta, he showed no common characteristics beyond that.
Gohan rushed to the woman's bedside, alarmed when she began to twist and moan in her sleep. His eyes turned watery at her suffering, "Vegeta, what's wrong with her?"
The older saiyan felt her forehead and neck with an ungloved hand. He walked to the adjoining bathroom, bringing back a dish of water and a small towel. Gohan took the offered supplies, "Is Bulma going to be okay?"
Vegeta, half way in the hall, turned, performing what had to be the millionth out of character act this morning. "The fever is breaking," He muttered.
The boy smiled, placing a freshly cooled cloth on his surrogate mother. An aura of determination surrounded him.
It was really sad that the only being on this planet intelligent enough to take care of the sick woman for a few seconds was a brat. The Namek would be a last resort and he doubted the overgrown leprechaun knew anything about human/saiyan physiology, let alone females.
He lay down in his room, praying his minimal amount of luck would hold long enough for a short nap. As he drifted into a death like state, a shrill cry from across the hall sent the walls into fervent vibrations. The prince smirked, *I guess the brat found a new friend.*
~*~***~*~
It was warm where she was, warm and cozy. Bulma had spent the last half an hour arguing with her self as to whether she should allow her consciousness to fully surface or simply slip back into divine oblivion.
Fate evidently heard her dilemma and manifested a solution in the form of a few gentle tugs on her tail. Thoughts clouded in hazy pleasure, she didn't attempt to suppress the inevitable purr.
A sigh escaped her relaxed lips as the room took on a less blurry form. How exactly did she get in here? It was definitely her bed; the smell of lavender was overwhelming. Sifting through tired memories, Bulma recounted last night's events.
*Got Yamucha where it counts, ::Evil/Proud Grin:: found out about saiyan hormones, took sedative for 'urges', worked on my car, listened to music, and danced around to...Nelly?!?! Urgh, I HATE that song!! There is no way I would do that! Note to self: check medication's expiration date BEFORE consuming... Wait a sec, wasn't Vegeta floating around there somewhere?* The torture on her sensitive appendage suddenly intensified. A thought wriggled its way forcefully into her awareness, if her hands were under her pillow then that meant...
*Oh please Kami-sama, no!* Turning over tentatively with mixed horror and apprehension, Bulma willed her eyes to focus on the unknown body.
~*~
In the small woods surrounding the mighty compound known famously as Capsule, a handful of assorted 'cute and fuzzy' creatures busied themselves with their life-essential tasks of food gathering and bathing. A doe lapped gracefully from an anonymous creek while various birds twittered merrily through the air.
The sun had yet to completely rise, leaving the morning crisp and filling the tiny animals with exuberance. The seemingly Snow White scene shattered, however, when a blood-curdling shriek ripped through the area, morphing the picture of ecological serenity into one chillingly akin to Bambi when 'man was in the forest'.
"Son Goku, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?!" The destroyer of peace shrieked from her mortified position, clinging to an invisible hold on the wall.
The now extremely nervous man took a few cautious steps into what would ultimately be his certain doom. "Um, I was tired?" He tried with a guilty smile.
Maybe it was the way the vein above her right eye twitched, maybe it was how she kept clenching and unclenching her fists, whatever sign it was, something told him that wasn't the right answer. The walls seemed to be closing in on him.
"You were tired?" The question floated incredulously about its source, partially born of open thought.
The male cringing on her bed gave a less than audible murmur in affirmation. Gohan, who had been asleep on the floor, tried unsuccessfully to calm the woman down. Though he himself was curious as to what his father was doing.
"Why, pray tell, were you molesting my tail?" Bulma inquired with a foreboding calm once the silence had driven the suspense to painful levels. Goku's self-preservation instincts were switched into overdrive but they failed to prevent a fierce blush from appearing on his cheeks.
"It just looked so much softer than mine." The saiyan admonished in all honesty.
She gaped openly at him, irritated beyond belief and unable to justify that statement with a response, Bulma screamed again in pure frustration. What had she done to deserve this?
The door flew open moments later, revealing a groggy yet highly pissed Vegeta. She pointed numbly to the strongest fighter on the planet... who was currently trying to blend in with her floral bedding.
The fighter raised a confused eyebrow, "And this is the cause of all your screeching?" He glanced at the once proud warrior with disgust, filling Bulma with indignation.
"If you woke up to find Goku lying next to you and stroking your tail you would screech too!"
Her tantrum seemed to have an effect on the prince. The meaning of her words seeped slowly into the room's occupants. Vegeta's features darkened beyond recognition, confusing Gohan even more about the situation.
One of them wasn't making it out of here alive.
"Outside. Spar. Now." The barely contained fury present in those growled commands sent the object of his madness into a maelstrom of girlish squeaks as he was dragged haphazardly off the balcony.
Bulma glared in the direction her attacker left, letting the world know she was next in line to beat the crap out of whatever pieces were left. From experience, she didn't think there would be much.
"Come downstairs Gohan and I'll make us something to eat."
Disclaimer ~ One would think that after 9 chapters I'd have made at least SOME money on this but I guess my present poverty is due to a lack of ownership. ::cough cough:: Yeah, I'm pretty poor... it'd be great to have a copyright or two. ::Shakes cup while continuing to cough::
Love By Another Name ~
Chapter 10. The Best Part About Waking Up
Vegeta dabbed a cold compress on his host's unconscious brow. The towel caressed her feverish flesh, trying to provide what relief it could from the flu-like symptoms that arose a short time ago. Her golden eyes had dulled at the end of what those humans called a 'song.' A medicinal odor was present on her clothing. Evidently whatever she took didn't help.
"Is she any better?" The result of a harpy and moron mating stood in the doorway with a worried expression. Kakarott dumped the little punk on him last night. Supposedly, the onna had taken the liberty of inviting him to stay the evening at Capsule Corp. It sounded like something the bitch would do she had impeccable timing.
The demi-saiyan resembled his sire, but luckily for himself and Vegeta, he showed no common characteristics beyond that.
Gohan rushed to the woman's bedside, alarmed when she began to twist and moan in her sleep. His eyes turned watery at her suffering, "Vegeta, what's wrong with her?"
The older saiyan felt her forehead and neck with an ungloved hand. He walked to the adjoining bathroom, bringing back a dish of water and a small towel. Gohan took the offered supplies, "Is Bulma going to be okay?"
Vegeta, half way in the hall, turned, performing what had to be the millionth out of character act this morning. "The fever is breaking," He muttered.
The boy smiled, placing a freshly cooled cloth on his surrogate mother. An aura of determination surrounded him.
It was really sad that the only being on this planet intelligent enough to take care of the sick woman for a few seconds was a brat. The Namek would be a last resort and he doubted the overgrown leprechaun knew anything about human/saiyan physiology, let alone females.
He lay down in his room, praying his minimal amount of luck would hold long enough for a short nap. As he drifted into a death like state, a shrill cry from across the hall sent the walls into fervent vibrations. The prince smirked, *I guess the brat found a new friend.*
~*~***~*~
It was warm where she was, warm and cozy. Bulma had spent the last half an hour arguing with her self as to whether she should allow her consciousness to fully surface or simply slip back into divine oblivion.
Fate evidently heard her dilemma and manifested a solution in the form of a few gentle tugs on her tail. Thoughts clouded in hazy pleasure, she didn't attempt to suppress the inevitable purr.
A sigh escaped her relaxed lips as the room took on a less blurry form. How exactly did she get in here? It was definitely her bed; the smell of lavender was overwhelming. Sifting through tired memories, Bulma recounted last night's events.
*Got Yamucha where it counts, ::Evil/Proud Grin:: found out about saiyan hormones, took sedative for 'urges', worked on my car, listened to music, and danced around to...Nelly?!?! Urgh, I HATE that song!! There is no way I would do that! Note to self: check medication's expiration date BEFORE consuming... Wait a sec, wasn't Vegeta floating around there somewhere?* The torture on her sensitive appendage suddenly intensified. A thought wriggled its way forcefully into her awareness, if her hands were under her pillow then that meant...
*Oh please Kami-sama, no!* Turning over tentatively with mixed horror and apprehension, Bulma willed her eyes to focus on the unknown body.
~*~
In the small woods surrounding the mighty compound known famously as Capsule, a handful of assorted 'cute and fuzzy' creatures busied themselves with their life-essential tasks of food gathering and bathing. A doe lapped gracefully from an anonymous creek while various birds twittered merrily through the air.
The sun had yet to completely rise, leaving the morning crisp and filling the tiny animals with exuberance. The seemingly Snow White scene shattered, however, when a blood-curdling shriek ripped through the area, morphing the picture of ecological serenity into one chillingly akin to Bambi when 'man was in the forest'.
"Son Goku, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?!" The destroyer of peace shrieked from her mortified position, clinging to an invisible hold on the wall.
The now extremely nervous man took a few cautious steps into what would ultimately be his certain doom. "Um, I was tired?" He tried with a guilty smile.
Maybe it was the way the vein above her right eye twitched, maybe it was how she kept clenching and unclenching her fists, whatever sign it was, something told him that wasn't the right answer. The walls seemed to be closing in on him.
"You were tired?" The question floated incredulously about its source, partially born of open thought.
The male cringing on her bed gave a less than audible murmur in affirmation. Gohan, who had been asleep on the floor, tried unsuccessfully to calm the woman down. Though he himself was curious as to what his father was doing.
"Why, pray tell, were you molesting my tail?" Bulma inquired with a foreboding calm once the silence had driven the suspense to painful levels. Goku's self-preservation instincts were switched into overdrive but they failed to prevent a fierce blush from appearing on his cheeks.
"It just looked so much softer than mine." The saiyan admonished in all honesty.
She gaped openly at him, irritated beyond belief and unable to justify that statement with a response, Bulma screamed again in pure frustration. What had she done to deserve this?
The door flew open moments later, revealing a groggy yet highly pissed Vegeta. She pointed numbly to the strongest fighter on the planet... who was currently trying to blend in with her floral bedding.
The fighter raised a confused eyebrow, "And this is the cause of all your screeching?" He glanced at the once proud warrior with disgust, filling Bulma with indignation.
"If you woke up to find Goku lying next to you and stroking your tail you would screech too!"
Her tantrum seemed to have an effect on the prince. The meaning of her words seeped slowly into the room's occupants. Vegeta's features darkened beyond recognition, confusing Gohan even more about the situation.
One of them wasn't making it out of here alive.
"Outside. Spar. Now." The barely contained fury present in those growled commands sent the object of his madness into a maelstrom of girlish squeaks as he was dragged haphazardly off the balcony.
Bulma glared in the direction her attacker left, letting the world know she was next in line to beat the crap out of whatever pieces were left. From experience, she didn't think there would be much.
"Come downstairs Gohan and I'll make us something to eat."
