Disclaimer: I'm hungry………o.o;
P.S. If you haven't guessed by now, Vegeta is an abnormally strong human, not a Saiyan. Saiyans don't exist in this story. Sad huh? = And there is a lemon in this chap, so if you don't like them……Then what in the hell are you doing reading this story??? ."
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In The Arms Of a Killer
CHAPTER 4 – I think you know the drill by now……
He growled, his face contorting into something that looked like a cross between rage and a primal lust. He snarled and quickly lept onto her, pinning her to the mattress. Vegeta ripped her remaining clothes off her, carelessly discarding them on the floor. The pressure he was putting on her body was almost unbearable, it hurt so much. Bulma let out a cry of pain; he didn't seem to be stopping. "Vegeta! Stop! You're hurting me!" She cried. Vegeta bent down and whispered huskily. "I'll soon teach you how to change that. Pain is the greatest form of pleasure……" He nipped at her ear roughly while growling. Bulma grunted, trying to push him off her. "Shhhh……" He trapped her arms at her sides, not letting her move. "Vegeta……Stop it……You're scaring me……" She sobbed. Vegeta paid her no heed and continued kissing her neck.
He sat on top of her and used his body weight to hold her still while he took off his shirt. Bulma could feel his erection poking into her stomach as he lay back on top of her. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head as he kissed and licked at her bare chest. Bulma struggled the whole time. Vegeta snarled and looked up at her with an angry face. "What the fuck is your problem? You wanted to do this remember?!" A tear escaped Bulma's eye. "B-but not like this……Y-you're scaring m-me…It's t-too rough!" The predatory look in Vegeta's eyes was replaced by something that resembled concern. He let go of her and sat up. "Not my fault you're weak." He teased, putting on a smirk to let her know he was just kidding. She sat up as well and punched him in the arm. "It's not funny! You hurt me! I thought that……that……" A few more tears slipped out of her eyes. Vegeta sighed and wrapped his muscular arms around her. "You're luckier than you may think onna." Vegeta wiped the tears fom her eyes. "Still want to continue? I'll go easy on you……At least for a while……" Vegeta kissed her gently. When Bulma began to respond, he laid her back down onto the bed slowly. Vegeta caressed her thigh, then wrapped both her legs around his hips, grinding himself against her. "Mmmmm……" Bulma buried her face in his neck. She reached down his back and tugged on the hem of his boxers, telling him that she wanted him to take them off. He sat up again, the sheet getting tangled in his leg, so he completely uncovered them, and threw the sheets and doona so it was at the end of the bed. He slid off his boxers and crawled back on top of her.
Bulma could feel his length pulsing against her as they were just happy to be close to one another for a short period of time before Vegeta started to get a bit impatient. She signaled to him that she was ready, she didn't need much foreplay, just the way he was looking at her turned her on. He thrust into her, groaning at her tightness. It was times like these that he was really glad that he didn't decide to kill her. It was now that he realized something; how come there was no voices telling him to kill? It was that way with everyone that he killed except for her. He thought no more of it as Bulma scraped her fingernails down his back, causing pleasurable sensations. Vegeta purred into her ear as he began rocking against her.
After a few minutes, Vegeta increased his pace, thrusting harder against her. Bulma tightened her grip around him and groaned. It had only been ten minutes since they started, but Bulma was already beginning to sweat. Vegeta gritted his teeth in silent concentration and a small vein bulged at the side of his temple as he enjoyed the feeling of being inside of her. He gripped her hips tightly as he pushed himself towards her.
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4 hours later……
Vegeta's sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping off his nose and onto her chest as he tiredly looked down at the blue-haired woman beneath him. "So……You ready for me to……teach you how to turn pain into pleasure……onna?" He panted, his chest heaving as he held her to the mattress that was by now coated in their sweat and other bodily substances. Bulma opened her eyes as far as she could, and nodded tiredly. Vegeta pulled out of her, and flipped her over. He sat up on his knees, pulling hers underneath her as well, as he lifted her hips to him. He leaned over her body and whispered into her ear huskily. "This is one ride you won't soon forget……"
Vegeta thrust into her again from behind, not caring if she was ready or not. He pounded into her relentlessly, causing Bulma to moan sometimes and other times give a yelp of pain as he went a bit too hard. "Vegeta……Too hard……" She managed to get out. "Too hard?! This is nothing! I'll show you too hard!" He snarled meanly. He pushed her hips down as hard as he could onto his length, while simultaneously driving into her. Bulma let out a moan of pain. Why didn't she just say no when she had the chance? Flashes of white hot pain flickered through her mind and body, engulfing her in it's unstoppable force. Tears leaked out of her eyes, it was too late to stop them or Vegeta. He raked his fingers down her back roughly, making her back arch away from them as best as she could. "What's the matter little one? Not afraid are you?" He teased in his sadistic manner. Vegeta pushed himself against her harder. "Answer me!" He growled. More hot tears found their way through her tightly shut eyelids. Bulma was about to nod yes, when Vegeta's breath tickled her ear. "Be brave, don't let anyone think they can take advantage of you, that is the greatest weakness of all. Stand up for yourself, and turn the pain into pleasure……Use your head……" His voice sent shivers down her spine.
"Be brave……Turn the pain into pleasure……Use your head……" These words echoed in her head, spinning round and round until she thought she could take it no longer. Bulma suddenly sat up, pushing her back against Vegeta's chest. Her eyes opened widely in shock for about a second, before she closed them again, and moaned loudly, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. The pain and pleasure mixed together from that simple movement was astounding. Vegeta reached up with both hands and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them none too gently, but this time, Bulma didn't mind, she was too caught up in the feelings. Their sweaty skin stuck together as Vegeta moved his hips upward. "See? I told you pain was the greatest form of pleasure……But no……You wouldn't listen until this happened……Feh. Women. Always have do it themselves……" He purred into her ear playfully. Bulma waited for the right moment when his grip wasn't as tight, and she pushed him away, but ultimately, pushing him far enough back, so she could get off him. "Hey! What……You little……!!" Vegeta never got to finish his sentence, as Bulma turned around and lept onto him, pushing him back into the mattress, now they were facing the opposite direction. "I hate you, you little bastard." Bulma growled before grabbing the sides of his head and crushing his lips in a bruising kiss. Vegeta was partially shocked at this, but he kissed her back without delay. Suddenly, Bulma buried her teeth into his bottom lip, biting down hard and drawing blood. Vegeta pushed her off him and yelled. He raised his hand to his bleeding lip, touching it with his fingertip and drawing it away so he could see the crimson patch on it. "What the fuck did you do that for?!" He winced.
Bulma snorted and licked her lips of his blood. It had a sweet taste to it, not that bitter and coppery flavour that she often tasted when she cut her finger and then stuck it in her mouth. "Whatever happened to turning pain into pleasure?" She asked innocently. Vegeta had four teeth marks in his skin; two on the bottom lip, and two just under it. They stung quite a bit, and were bleeding as well. He went to grab a tissue to try and stop the blood flow, when Bulma stopped him instead. She grabbed his head and sat in his lap, licking the place where she had bitten, and then drawing his whole bottom lip into her mouth to suck on it. Vegeta's throbbing erection between them caught the attention of Bulma. She grabbed it and dug her fingernails into it, squeezing hard. Vegeta pulled away from her lips and let out a small cry of pain, but shutting his mouth straight after it, trying not to let Bulma see that it hurt. His eyes started to water, giving it all away. "Awwww……What's the matter? Is little Veggie in a bit of pain? That's doesn't hurt does it? I though you were stronger than that." She teased in a babyish voice.
Bulma knew that it was probably very dangerous to tease a serial killer about anything, let alone what she was doing now. But she couldn't help herself, she had to get in her 2 cents worth. She used both hands this time. She stopped digging her fingernails into his member, and began caressing him gently, making him think she had stopped, and was ready to continue. Vegeta was allowed to rest for a few seconds before she grabbed his sac with the other hand. Vegeta shot up, sweating profusely. He looked down at her. "Oh no……" She had an evil look in her eye. Just then, she squeezed him tightly, not relenting in the pain she was putting on him. She licked the underside of his member, causing him pleasure and pain, just like he did to her. "Now. What's going to happen now, is that I will let you go as long as you promise to be good, and stop hurting me. Alright? We are just going to take it easy. Especially if we both have to walk tomorrow." Vegeta's face amused her. It was contorted into a strange expression. Halfway between pleasure and pain. He nodded from his place below her, his eyes tightly shut. "Good boy." She purred and let go of him, instead opting to climb back onto his sweaty body, and sheathing him in her once again. Vegeta's chest heaved. How could she get the best of him? He knew he'd never hear the end of it if Nappa ever found out.
Vegeta moaned as Bulma began to ride him, rebuilding the pleasureable sensations that had been there for the past 4 hours. When they finally neared the point of release, Vegeta rolled them over, and gave one last thrust as Bulma's inner walls clenched around his member, triggering his climax, and making him shoot his seed deep inside her. Bulma lay below him, panting, her hair sticking to her forehead from the sweat. Vegeta brushed it out of the way and kissed her. "You know, you lasted longer than I thought you would Bulma……" She smiled. "Well I am supposed to be the next blade weilder, remember?" Bulma giggled and licked off the bit of excess blood still on his lip. Vegeta pulled out of her and lay next to her, wrapping one arm around her waist. "Congratulations……You are the first woman to have ever worn me out. I'd hate to think what would happen if more police show up and tell me to get out of here……I'd never be able to do it." He chuckled. "Damn straight!" She proudly laughed. Vegeta stopped laughing and winced. He reached his hand down. "Yeah……That really hurt!" He whined. This only made Bulma laugh harder. She reached down and pulled the coveres up and over them, leaning back into Vegeta's embrace.
He let his lips rest against her tanned shoulder, the fine blonde hairs on her skin making it nice and soft. She smelt like the faintest hint of vanilla, salty from the sweat, and a musky sent that he recognized as his own. For some reason, he liked his smell on her. They snuggled up as close as they could to each other, and slept soundly throughout the night, too exhausted to dream.
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Vegeta woke up to the nice vanilla scent of Bulma's. It was a nice change to the sweaty scent of the men in prison. Her back was nice and warm, so he snuggled closer, all the while taking in the light scent that was distinctly her own. He knew he'd have an addiction to it eventually. When he moved, he could feel a throbbing pain in his lower region. He groaned softly. He knew what this was coming from. Vegeta pulled the sheets down, exposing them to the crisp morning air. He looked down at his manhood.
"Oh fuck……" It had a big purple bruise on it from where she had been digging her fingernails in. It looked a bit swollen too. Bulma rolled over and sleepily opened her eyes. "What's the matter Vegeta? And why have you pulled the blankets off? It's freezing!" Noticing that Vegeta had not replied, she followed his gaze. "Owww! That must really hurt……" "Gee…..Ya think?!" "I'm sorry……" She whispered and kissed his forehead. "I'll go see if we have an ice pack." Bulma got out of bed and searched for her clothes. All she came up with was shreds of material. "I hope you know that I'm going to wear your stuff, because someone ripped mine up." Bulma grabbed his boxers off the floor and put them on, and then his shirt, and then the jumpsuit. Vegeta looked at her strangely. "What? It gets really cold down there at this time of year. I don't want to freeze to death." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "So. How do I look?" Bulma struck a pose. Vegeta shivered in pleasure. "Suits you. If only you were there……" He grinned playfully before wincing. "What's prison like anyway?" "Well. It's a lot like high school. The sex you want, you ain't getting, and the sex you getting, you don't want."
(A/N: That was a quote from the movie: The New Guy)
"O…kay……I really didn't want to know that……I'm going to get an ice pack now." Bulma spun around on her heel and left. Vegeta chuckled to himself, but quickly whined in pain. When Bulma returned, she placed the ice pack on his bruised manhood, making him jump from the cold. "Ohhhhh……Fuck……Cold!" His voice was starting to sound a bit high pitched. Bulma sat on the edge of the bed watching him squirm. The orange jumpsuit was a bit big, so it was lettting in the icy air. She pulled it closer to her body and shivered. The sleeves hung over her hands and that helped them to keep warm. Vegeta thought that she looked like a little kid playing dress ups with her parents clothes. "You know, I just realized something……I am as sore as hell!!" Bulma flopped over on the bed and started whining while holding her inner thighs.
"Oh be quiet. You don't see me complaining." He grumbled. "Yeah? Well……YOU DIDN'T JUST GET YOUR BRAINS FUCKED OUT BY A BLOODY VIOLENT SERIAL KILLER NOW DID YOU?!" She screamed. Vegeta winced at the volume of her voice. "You couldn't possibly get any louder could you? I don't think the people on the other side of the highway heard you." He snapped. "Fuck you." "I thought you were too sore?" He teased. "Shut up bastard." "My name's Vegeta." "If you don't shut up now, I'm gunna give you more bruises……" She warned, and it quickly shut him up.
"So when are you going to kill Maron?" "Damn. Nearly forgot about that. Ummm. How about, I wait until the bruises are gone, and then a few days after that just to make sure. I'll teach you more fighting skills, and we can get her then." "What do you mean we?" Bulma propped herself up on her elbows. "Well you do have to learn how to do this. After all, you are going to become my accomplice." Bulma groaned. "If this bitch is like you say she is, then I'm going to get great pleasure out of shutting her up." He grinned evily. "Believe me, she is worse than what I say she is. I don't think there is a word that describes how utterly annoying and dense she is." Vegeta yawned and lay back with his arms behind his head, and the ice pack still sitting on his groin.
Bulma crawled over to him and snuggled up, pulling the covers over him so he wouldn't get cold. "You like those clothes don't you?" He stated more than asked. "Yup!" Bulma wrapped her right arm around his waist, the long sleeves of the jumpsuit she wore flapping around as she raised her hand up enough to put over him, and rest on the other side of his body. Not that Vegeta would admit it, but he thought she looked rather cute grinning up at him in his prison clothes. He smirked at her and brought his arm out from behind his head, resting it on her back, picking at the printed letters on the back of the suit, that said: Scarlet Lake Prison. He looked at the letters and numbers on the arm; Prisoner ID 131329. Oh how he loathed that place. He would have felt more sane in a mental hospital for the criminally insane.
Vegeta sighed. Bulma noticed this, and her smile faded, and she began tracing invisible lines on his chest with her finger. She kissed his pec softly. "Whatcha thinking about?" "Just stuff. Like what's going to happen if I get caught, how much I hate Scarlet Lake. Stuff like that." "Oh." Bulma was silent for a few seconds. "Well I wouldn't worry. You aren't going to get caught. We are going to be just fine." She stated. "And what if I do get caught? What then?" "Oh stop being so negative. Be positive and everything will be fine." She told him. "Pft. Last time I did that I got shot in the chest." He mumbled.
The two rested in the bed for about 20 more minutes, before Bulma got a bit restless and hungry. "Hey Vegeta? Do you think you'll be able to walk?" He turned his head and looked at her. "Maybe. I'll have to find out. I certainly don't want to spend all day in this bed. I'm too active for it." He took off the ice pack and sat it on the bedside table. On the count of three, he got out of bed as quick as he could without rubbing his legs against each other or on the mattress. He stood shakily, cupping his bruised member, awaiting any pain that might come. None did. He let out a sigh of relief, and took small steps around the room, wincing everytime there was a jolt of pain. He looked back at Bulma who was watching him with amusement. "So there isn't any other clothes in that bag that Irons gave me?" Bulma shook her head. "And there's none in the house either?" She shook her head again. "So that means that is the only clothes we have left." This time Bulma nodded. "Fuck!" Vegeta slowly went over to the phone and dialled a number.
"Nappa? Yeah, it's me. Look, can you bring over like half of my wardrobe……No not the actual wardrobe! Just the clothes……Yeah, half of what's in there. I'm in this holiday house in the woods. Yes. It's two story, a fountain out the front……and there should be two cars out front. One's a cop car. No it's alright. I have fixed the officer. He won't be bothering me. And I have the other one on our side. Yeah. Okay. Bye."
Vegeta hung up the phone. "There. That's done. Nappa's bringing my gear. He's not very smart, but he knows how to cook, break people out of jail, and pick the right stuff for me to wear." Vegeta told her. "Okay." "You should probably ring your friends and tell them to get some stuff for you. You aren't wearing my clothes all the time." "Awwww!! But I like your clothes! It's so nice and comfy and warm!" She whined. "Exactly."
Vegeta left the room in search of a towel or something that he could use to cover himself with seeing as Bulma had taken his. He wrapped a fluffy mauve towel around his waist and went downstairs to wait for Nappa.
Nappa arrived in about half an hour. He had two black bags. One had all his normal clothes in it, and the other had some special accessories for them. Such as combat jackets, bullet proof vests like the SWAT team wore, and any other things like small combat knives, a couple of other guns and ammo, martial arts weapons, and some hi-tech head gear. Meaning things like infra red and night vision goggles. Also some recon spywear for night missions if the need should arise.
The last thing that the big bald man pulled out was a familiar looking tin. "Nappa. You have outdone yourself." Vegeta told him happily. "Oh, gee, thanks Vegeta!" He laughed stupidly, and passed the shorter man a joint and a lighter. "I thought you might need these so you didn't get all high strung and pissed off too much to do the job." "Glad you have so much faith in me, brother." He said and took a big puff of the joint. "Mmmm. Much better." Bulma came down the stairs, still in his jumpsuit. Nappa started laughing. "So that's why you weren't wearing anything but that towel!" He nearly fell over from laughing so much. Bulma just rolled her eyes and went over to check out all the new equipment. "Wow! This is top of the line stuff! It must have cost a bunch!" "Heh. Tell me about it." Nappa grumbled. Vegeta stood up and gave Bulma his joint, and grabbed some clothes. Bulma sucked on it and watched him change in the middle of the room. Nappa noticed it, and decided to have a little fun. It started out as a whisper, and then got louder.
"Vegeta's got a girlfriend! Vegeta's got a girlfriend! Vegeta's got a girlfriend! Vegeta's got a girlfriend!" He teased in a sing song voice. "Oh shut up!" He growled, hiding the fact that he was blushing, by turning around to put on his black leather pants. He took a glance out of the corner of his eye at Bulma, who was sitting on the table, grinning at him while smoking the joint that he previously had. Vegeta gave her a little smirk back, both mutually agreeing that that is probably what they were.
Now that Vegeta was finished dressing, Bulma could check him out a bit more. He had on, big black combat boots that went up to a bit over his ankle, black leather pants, a white tank top, his ID tag, and thin and black brushed polyester jumper tied around his waist. The armbands that hosted the Witchblade and Iceblade posed as a nice contrast to his outfit. She noticed he had a new tattoo on his inside wrist that she didn't see before; a black spiders web. "Hey whoa! You didn't have that before did you?" She asked, pointing at it. "What?" Vegeta looked at his wrist. "Hey! How did that get there?!" Vegeta tried to rub it off with his thumb, to no avail. "Well that's weird……Wait a sec. You have a tattoo too." Vegeta looked at her wrist. Bulma took the joint out of her mouth and stared at it. It was a picture of a black widow spider.
"Shit……Now that's what I call cool!" Bulma switched hands and put the joint back in her mouth, still looking at her mysterious tattoo. Vegeta gulped and looked at Nappa. He nodded. "Come on Bulma. We need to go see Irons." Vegeta grabbed a sleek black automatic pistol from the pile, took off his jumper and put it on, and shoved the gun in the back of his pants, so it was being held there by his belt. He grabbed a sharp knife and a special holder for it, and strapped it to his ankle. He gave Bulma a gun, and strapped a small, lightweight back up pistol in a holster to her ankle. Bulma looked at him oddly. "Just in case. No use fighting when we can blow their brains out." He reasoned. "Nappa? You stay here and guard the place." He ordered. "Will do!" Nappa gave a mock salute.
"Wait a sec. I know something that might help us. Nappa? Have you still got that old police uniform?" "Yeah . It's in our old hidaway in that chest. Why?" "Well I can wear it, pretend I'm a cop and Bulma can be the prisoner. Scarlet Lake had a women's section on the other side. Heh. I know because I would regularly ecape from the men's side and-……" "Okay! I think that's enough information." Bulma cut in. Vegeta cleared his throat. "Well since it's not too far from here, then I need you to go get it Nappa. I have a radio and the guns, but I need the other equipment if you have it." "Sure." Nappa left to go get the stuff.
Vegeta grabbed another joint from the box and lit it up. He went over to Bulma who was still on the table, and stood between her legs. "Hmmmm……I wonder what we can do to pass the time." He naughtily suggested. Bulma smirked, put the butt out in the ashtray, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed herself up against him "Owww! Watch the bruise!"
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Nappa returned to see Vegeta and Bulma laying on the couch giggling like little kids. Only problem was they were kissing each other in between. "That's the last time I leave you two alone with the stash." He said more to himself. "CHICKEN WEENIES AND BIRDIE PIES!!" Was the cry from the couch. Nappa spun around to see the insane giggling of two people that could only be high. He smacked his head.
A few hours later, Vegeta and Bulma were feeling a lot less crazy, and had calmed down considerably. Vegeta stumbled to the sink to get a glass of water. He gulped it down and refilled it, and gave that one to Bulma. "Hey……What were we gunna do again?" He mumbled to anyone who was listning. "I dunno." Bulma mumbled back. "You were going to visit Kenny boy to see about them new tatts you guys have." Nappa answered. "Oh yeah." Vegeta waited until his head had cleared and he got up to put on the police shirt and the other equipment. He kept the black pistol, which happened to be his favourite, in the place that it was, and got a new gun to stick in the holster. He grabbed some silver edged sunglasses with reflective silvery black lenses, and put them on, so as to disguise himself more. When he was done, Bulma thought he looked like a real cop. But then again, it could have been the joints talking. She made sure she hid the gun inside the jumpsuit, and they went out to the cop car.
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Vegeta pulled up to Kenneth's house and they went inside, pushing the doorman out of the way. "Hello Vegeta, Miss Briefs. If you would like to come into my study, I will explain all about the tattooes you have aquired." The smooth voice of Kenneth Irons came from behind them. "How come you are the only person who can sneak up on me?" Vegeta questioned. Kenneth shrugged. "I don't really know. And I don't really care." "Well there's something you don't hear everyday! You actually don't know something. I never thought I'd live to see the day!" Vegeta exclaimed. Kenneth raised his head and sniffed in that posh and snooty manner. "Follow me."
They all sat down in Kenneth's study, in front of a blazing fireplace. "Now. The reason behind the tattooes. How should I start……Oh yes. What you both already know, is that you two are to become partners, and that Miss Briefs is to eventually weild the Iceblade. And what Vegeta knows is that the Witchblade was basically the thing that gave him his name. Not because of what he did with it, but what the Witchblade itself wanted to call him. So therefore he had to go by that name. Now something strange is happening, which I have not seen the likes of before. The Iceblade, although it is still a part of you, Vegeta, at this time, it is calling Bulma. Giving her a name. And that is what the tattoo is saying. You are to become the Black Widow. A bit cliché I know, but that is what has been chosen." "Well why would it call if it already has a weilder?" Vegeta asked, obviously confused.
"Well, I believe that because Bulma wasn't strong enough physically and didn't have the proper mental training when you were getting the blades back, is why the blade chose you instead, but now that she is getting stronger, it wants her as the weilder." Kenneth answered. "So you're saying that there will be two weilders instead of one?" "Yes. And to pass the blade over to Bulma, you will both have to go through a special and ancient ritual. You will need the blood of someone you both hate, you need to collect as much of it as you can. That is why you will become the Black Widow. A spider sucks out the blood of it's prey. You will have to drink the blood of this person in the ritual. But not before then, or it can have grave consequences." Bulma's expression was a grossed out one. "Don't worry about it Bulma. If the blood is fresh, it is still warm, so it doesn't have a bitter taste." Vegeta told her. "Ewwww! That's just……bleh!" She shivered in disgust.
Kenneth shook his head. "Now. This whole spider web on Vegeta. Well. The female black widow spider always kills its mate. But it will change a bit now. Bulma, you are to put that web like Vegeta has, on all your male victims. It is your signature, like Vegeta has the skull. However. The web that Vegeta has is a bit different though. It signifies that he is yours, and no one elses. He is like your victim, and also like your prisoner. Do you understand?" "Uhhh. Yeah. I think. So it's kind of like wedding rings? How it signifies that you are taken already?" "Yes. If you put it in that context." "Cool." Bulma grinned.
"Oh great. It's bad enough that she bruised me, and now I'm her little prisoner too." Vegeta groaned. "Awwww. It's not that bad! You didn't mind before!" Kenneth just stared weirdly. "Okay. Back to the subject." He coughed, and Bulma blushed. "So are you two clear on everything?" "Yeah." They both chorused. "Ummm……By the way. Why are you wearing Vegeta's clothes?" Bulma's blush deepened. "He ripped mine up." She said softly. "I'm sorry I asked." He sighed. "You know, I can get some specially made clothes like that if you wish. Seeing as you apparantly like them." "Really? Thanks!" Bulma poked her tounge out at Vegeta. "Don't stick that out unless you plan to use it." He teased. "Oh but I do!" She teased back. Kenneth coughed again and they both turned to him. "I will get the things ready for the ritual, in the meantime I suggest you find someone you both hate. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some important business to attend to." He escorted them to the door. "Goodbye."
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Vegeta and Bulma sat in the police car, wondering what to do next. Vegeta was in the drivers seat, and Bulma was in the back. She reached out a hand and lazily traced a finger down his neck, making him shiver. "I say we go have a bit of fun. And I'm hungry, so can we go get something to eat?" She asked. "Yeah sure. We'll have to be careful though. We'll go to a small restaurant that not many people go to." Vegeta started up the car and drove off.
The arrived at the place Vegeta chose; a small bar that sold things like burgers, fries, and fish and chips. Vegeta tossed over some handcuffs to Bulma. "Put them on. I can't have you waltzing around uncuffed. The release switch is on the side of them. The look real, but they are just fakes." "Okay." Bulma snapped them on. Vegeta ajusted his sunglasses, and got out of the car to open Bulma's door. He looked around to make sure nobody was looking, and pulled her out. With one hand on her arm, he escorted her inside. They sat down at table in a corner and looked at the menu, Vegeta covering most of his face with it. He secretly looked around. No one had been paying any attention to them. That was good.
"So what are you having Veg-……" Bulma didn't get to finish what she was saying, because Vegeta placed a hand over her mouth. "Don't call me that. Too dangerous." He whispered. Bulma nodded and he took his hand away. "Okay then. I'll just call you……" Bulma looked at the name tag on the shirt. "Officer Acatl Tobias. Hmmm……I believe that first name is Mayan-Toltec." She pondered. "Whatever. Let's just get something to eat. I'm starving. I haven't had anything to eat for ages." Bulma nodded again. "Okay. What do you want?" "I'm getting the fish and chips." Bulma replied. "Good. Me too. I guess we'll get an extra large one and share it. What do you want to drink?" "Ummm……" Bulma scanned down the menu. "I'll have a cherry soda." "I'll have Dr Pepper then." Vegeta waved the waitress over.
"What'll it be officer?" "Extra large fish and chips, a large cherry soda and a large Dr Pepper……please." She scribled down the order. "Would you like your drinks now or later?" "Now." "Thank you!" Then she walked away to get their food and drinks.
Vegeta stirred the ice in his Dr Pepper around with a straw, and then took a sip. Bulma scooted over next to him. "What are you doing?" He asked without looking up. "Nothing." She gingerly touched the bite marks on his lip; they had started to scab over, but not as much as a normal person's would. She suspected it was from the blades powers. Bulma lifted both cuffed hands up and over his neck. "Don't! Somebody'll think-" Vegeta never got to finish his sentence, because Bulma had started to run her tounge over his lip, soothing the stinging marks. She slipped her tounge in his mouth, and they began to kiss each other deeply; Vegeta carressing her tounge with his own. He never bothered taking off his sunglasses, he just kept kissing.
Someone clearing their throat got their attention, and they looked up to see a smirking waitress holding their food. She sat it down in front of them. "Don't worry, I won't tell." She whispered. "Not about the kissing……And not about the fact that I know who you two are." The blushes that were previously on their faces changed to horrified stares. "I swear……If you even think about telling someone, I'll make sure you're next on my list." Vegeta growled softly. "You have my word Reaper." The waitress walked away.
Bulma grabbed her drink. "Well……I think that that is one lady who'll be getting a nice tip." She mumbled. Vegeta grabbed the bottle of tomato sauce and held it up to Bulma. She nodded yes. He squirted the sauce all over the chips. "Heh. It looks like thick, clotted blood." He chuckled, deliberately trying to put her off her food. "I'm not listening!" She said in a fake happy voice. Bulma picked up a chip and popped it in her mouth. When she moved one hand, she had to move the other too. Which got to be very annoying. "Can I take these off now?" She whined. Vegeta looked around and nodded. Bulma pressed the release switch and took off the cuffs. She sat them in the middle of the table and dug into the fries. Vegeta grabbed the vinegar and sprinkled some on his fish. He took a big bite out of it. "This is really good." He told her after swallowing. Bulma grabbed the vinegar as well. "Good! Cos I'm starving!" Vegeta picked up a few chips and put them in his mouth. He chewed them up and swallowed, and reached for his Dr Pepper.
Bulma put the cuffs back on after finishing eating, and drank the last of her cherry soda. They both stood up, ready to leave. "You know, I don't normally do this, but……what the hell. That waitress is keeping a deadly secret for us." Vegeta threw down a $50 note on the table. He escorted her back out to the cop car.
"So. What now?" Vegeta rested his elbow on the back of the seat and partially spun around to face her. "I dunno. What do you want to do?" "I wanna have some dangerous fun." "Dangerous fun eh?" Vegeta scratched his chin and raised an eyebrow. "You know……We could always……………………"
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TIME: 11:42pm
LOCATION: Western Capital City Memorial Bank
Three figures dressed in a pure black leather and velvet, with black ski masks and leather-like bullet proof/utility vests, sat in an enormous oak tree out the front of the bank. They had hi tech weaponry: night vision goggles, laser sighters, pistols, M-16 rifles, mapping and decoding mini computers on their arms, and some communications headwear. All in all, they looked like highly equipped terrorists or secret agents.
"Test your microphones." Ordered the one in charge. The other two did as they were told. Everything was going according to plan. With the night vision goggles, they were able to see all around them that wasn't in the light, to check for any threats to the mission.
"Everything is going according to plan. Last security guard locking up and leaving the building at 11:44pm, right on schedual." The leader commentated. "Get ready. On my signal." They waited until the the man came near, and was walking under the tree. "Ready……Wait for it……NOW!" The biggest man jumped out of the tree, and onto the skinny man below, knocking him unconsious with the butt of his rifle. He checked to see if he was completely unconcious, and gave a thumbs up to the others. They followed suit and dropped down too. The big man picked up the guard, and threw him over his shoulder, and they all made a ducking run to the door of the bank, guns at the ready. They pressed themselves against the door, and into the shadows. The bigger man and the shorter man held their guns at the ready, watching for anyone who might notice them, while the other figure, who had a more feminine frame, used her mini computer to hook up to the outside security system and disable it.
With that done, there was a few beeps, and a whooshing sound as the door was unlocked. One by one, they slipped into the darkened main foyer, and the last one in put a stopper under the door so it wouldn't lock on them. The large male lifted the female onto his shoulders and walked around to all the security cameras in the room, spray painting them with black paint. With that done, he let her down, and they all got in behind the counters, taking the money from the tills, and shoving it into large bags that they had stored away in a pocket of the utility/bulletproof vest. The gloves that they were wearing allowed for non slip holding, and prevented them from leaving fingerprints.
When they were done, they all gathered together, and sat the bags in a pile, and the female threw a capsule, and with a puff of smoke, they were all stored in it. She picked it up and pocketed it in the vest. Using the night vision goggles they silently crept through the building, looking for the jackpot. Along the way, they stayed out of sight of security cameras, coming up from under them and painting over the lens with the spray paint. They finally reached what they were looking for, the largest bank vault in the city.
"What first?" Asked the biggest man as they stopped outside the vault. "This." The female and other male went over to the security panel and linked their computers, and hooked it to the panel that he had broken open. The vaults security system was too complex for one computer to handle, so that is why they linked them to deactivate the alarms and break the code. When they were done, there was a loud clanking sound as it automatically opened, revealing what was inside. The big guy heard footsteps approaching. "Guys! The other night watch is here!" He whispered. "Shit!" They readied their guns and waited until the person had neared the corner before jumping out.
"What the??" The guy reached for his gun, but the leader stopped him. "Hmmm. 3 to 1. Not very good odds. I suggest you lay face down on the floor before I blow your brains all over that wall there." He lifted his gun to show he meant business. "Alright! Just don't shoot!" He put his hands behind his head and lay down as told. The leader motioned to the female to grab his gun, the radio and the handcuffs. "Put them on him." The girl handcuffed his hands together behind his back. "Tie him up and keep watch while we get the stuff." He ordered the big guy. "Kay." He picked up the man by the scruff of the neck and deposited him in a chair, tying him up with some rope they had brought along. And then he stood guard outside the vault, as was planned.
The short and muscular leader went to step inside the safe, when he was pulled back by the shoulders by the girl. "Why?" He sighed. She pointed to the motion detection lasers spread around near the floor. He looked at them from his bent position. He stood up straight and gave her a little kiss through the ski mask, able to do so because there was a hole in it for the mouth and each eye. He nuzzled his face into her shoulder and whispered something to her that made them both chuckle. They each went over to the sepetate keyholes, and got out their lock pickers, stopping the security system. There was a beeping sound and the lasers disappeared. "Well. I guess that does it. It's all ours for the taking." He rubbed his hands together and grinned at her.
They grabbed more bags from their vests, and began sliding all the money off the stainless steel shelves, and into them. All in all, it took them almost an hour to get it all. They put the bags in a big pile on the floor and capsulated them. They dusted their hands off, and rearmed themselves with their guns, walking out of the safe and locking it behind them, making it seem as if they hadn't been there at all.
When they turned around, they got a shock; the security guard had broken out out his ties, and was nowhere to be found. The man who was supposed to be guarding him was taking a nap against the counter. The girl gave him a whack in the face and he jumped up, giving a groan when he saw the guard had escaped. "Split up. Shoot on sight. Take no prisoners." They all raised their guns and went off in search of the missing prisoner.
Slinking around corners quietly, the black leather clad figures searched the building. Suddenly, the female heard a noise in an office. She pressed the button on her headset and told the others. "I've heard a noise in an office. I'm checking it out now." She whispered so as not to alert the person. She got the okay signal from the other two men. She ducked down and crept into the room. There he was, by a phone; their missing man. He was probably alerting the authorities. She raised the M-16 up high, aiming the laser sights at the back of his head. She cleared her throat and he froze. "Put the phone down and step away from it. I'd prefer not to shoot you in the back." The man turned around and put his hands in the air. "Now. What was my instructions again? Oh yes. That's right. Shoot on sight, take no prisoners. You would have been better off if you didn't escape." She squeezed the trigger and a burst of bullets shot the man in the chest and head. He dropped to the ground, the blood soaking through his shirt. The sound of the gun being fired rang out through the whole building. She pressed the button again. "I got him. Now let's get out of here. I think he was on the phone to the cops." She spun around and raced back to the main foyer to meet the others.
They all nodded to each other and kicked the door open, not bothering to take out the stopper and ran to their all black dirt bikes. They slipped the guns around so they rested on their backs, and started the ignitions of the bikes, hearing the faint sounds of police sirens in the distance. With a happy yell they took off towards the apartment.
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Stopping outside the building, they capsulized their bikes and took off the ski masks, and put the guns into a large duffle bag. They walked inside, pretending to be drunk, like they were just at a costume party. They all went upstairs and into the apartment. The leader collapsed onto the couch. And after taking off the vest, the female lay on top of him, falling asleep immediately. "Hey Nappa! Put the stuff away will you? I just need to sleep a bit. You've already had a bit of a sleep." Vegeta glared at him. Nappa held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm sorry alright?!" Nappa grabbed the bags and put them in a cupboard, and went into his room, stripping down to his underwear and getting into bed.
Vegeta kissed Bulma on the head and smoothed her hair down. "You have done very well little one. I never would have guessed you had it in you. I just hope you can stand the pressure and guilt that you will endure when you wake up." He hugged her close to him and joined her in slumber, lulled to sleep by the faint sounds of the city below them.
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Bulma was the first to awake. She groggily opened her eyes and pushed herself up so she was sitting on Vegeta's stomach. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, and stretching out her arms. When she was completely awake, she looked down at him and smiled. There was a dull ache in the back of her head, but she attributed it to the rough night before.
Bulma gave Vegeta a little kiss on the forehead before stumbling around to make some breakfast for the lot of them.
Vegeta moaned and sat up, sniffing the air, and smelling pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and many other things. He looked over to the kitchen to see Bulma and Nappa laughing quietly and making their breakfast. "Oh hey Vegeta! I see you are finally awake. Come and get some." Bulma called to him happily. "You or the food?" He growled. Bulma just glared at him. "The food."
Vegeta got up and went to sit at the table to grab some things. Bulma poured him an orange juice; he didn't like coffee, and sat down herself. She rubbed the back of her head. "Have you guys got any painkillers? This headache is annoying the shit outta me." She complained. "Yeah. They're in the bathroom cabinet, but I don't think that's a normal ache. I bet it's from guilt and pressure. Stuff like that. It gets worse leter on. I found that out the first time I killed. Starts out as a dull ache, then you get all jumpy and paranoid. You think a cop is going to show up at you door any second and drag you down to jail." He told her and shoveled in some eggs. "Well thanks for helping to build my confidence." She replied sarcastically. "But it's not the first time……" She said under her breath. But none the less, they both heard her. "Care to tell?" Vegeta poked her in the side with a wide smirk on his face.
She sighed, but thought that it wouldn't really hurt. The only person who really knew what happened was dead now. And dead men tell no tales. She raised her hands up in front of her. "Well you see……What the……" She looked at her right hand. There was a bluish silver bracelet around her wrist, with a large sapphire in the middle of it. "How the hell did that happen?" Vegeta looked under his shirt at his arm where the armband was supposed to be. Nothing. It was like it was never there. "Fuck. I guess you got strong enough to weild it. I kinda miss it now." He rubbed his arm where it used to be. "It's like a part of me is missing." "Heh. I feel like I just gained an extra limb." Vegeta finished the plate he was eating from and refilled it. As did Nappa. "You know, the Iceblade is like the Witchblade; you have to spill some of your own blood to fully grasp the power of it." Vegeta held up a sharp knife and waved it near her face. "Just cut yourself with this." "Damn. Do I have to?" "Yes." He chuckled. "Fine. I'll do it after I eat. Or I might loose my appetite." Bulma put a bit of bacon in her mouth and chewed it up.
A few minutes later when everyone had finished, Bulma and Vegeta were standing near the sink, and Bulma had the knife. "Okay. So where do I cut myself?" "Straight across the palm." He replied., and put a thick rubber knife handle between her teeth. By nodding her head, Bulma counted to three, and slid the blade across her hand, the skin slicing apart, and the blood oozing out of the new cut. She started bouncing around while biting down hard on the handle, and screaming into it. She dropped the knife, and it narrowly missed hitting Vegeta's foot. He held her hand steady and caught the blood in a glass. Tears were coming out of her eyes as she whimpered. Vegeta sat the glass down and reached for some antiseptic ointment and some bandages. He applied the ointment, much to the dislike of Bulma, and wrapped her hand up tightly.
"It stings really bad." She sobbed into his broad chest. Vegeta, not having much experience with comforting someone, just stood there and rubbed her back. "You need to learn to endure more pain than just simple cut." He mumbled. He grabbed a painkiller and gave her a small glass of water, and she gulped them down quickly. "You know, this is the first time I have ever helped someone." He stated and picked her and the glass of blood up, taking them to the couch and sat Bulma on his knee. Bulma buried her face in his neck and sobbed some more, while holding her injured hand. He kissed her cheek and told her to calm down. "I know something that might cheer you up." He signalled to Nappa who grabbed Bulma's vest from the floor and took out the capsules. Bulma looked up at him.
Nappa clicked the buttons on each capsule, and threw it down onto the table. With a puff of smoke, the contents popped out onto the coffee table, some bags having to sit on the floor because there were so many. Bulma started to smile as she remembered their easy success. "Well. Let's open them shall we?" Vegeta let her slip off his knee and sit on the floor next to the coffee table. They each grabbed a bag and emptied it on the table. They kept doing that until there were no more bags left. Bulma shifted over until she was sitting between Vegeta's legs so she could lean on them. Vegeta leaned over and kissed her on the top of her head. He and Nappa grabbed handfulls of the money and started counting. Bulma followed their examples and counted some too.
When they were done, they had well over 2 million dollars. Bulma stretched and yawned, climbing back up into Vegeta's lap. "That was fun last night. What are we going to do with all of this?" "Probably take it back to the holiday house. Oh. And you can't stay with us forever. You need to go back to your family. Stay where you usually do, and we'll either hide here when it's safe, or in the holiday house. Nappa will always be at one of the two, but I'll just be coming and going whenever. Sometimes you won't see me for weeks." "Awwwww! But I want to stay with you. It's too boring at home. This is more fun." "It won't be fun when you end up in prison." Bulma crossed her arms and grumbled. "Don't get all pissy with me. I'm just trying to help……for once in my life." He kissed the back of her shoulder, and started moving up towards her neck. She leaned back and met him in a soft kiss. "You guys do know I'm still here, right?" They both stopped what they were doing and blushed. Nappa laughed at him. "You are the first girl that's ever made him blush!" He rolled around on the floor nearly wetting himself. Vegeta picked up the glass of blood and looked at it, swirling around the liquid that was inside. He raised it to his lips. "Oh yuck! You aren't going to drink that are you?" He smirked at her through the glass, and downed it's contents in one gulp. He licked his lips and set the glass back down. "Tasty." Bulma scrunched up her nose. "Gross." "Hey. The way I see it, you're going to have to do it too. Because you are the Black Widow, and spiders suck the blood out of their prey." He ran a hand up her thigh playfully.
"Cut that out you little bugger!" She slapped his hand away. He smirked again and held her hand, looking at the Iceblade. "I kind of hoped I'd have it on for longer. But oh well. We can't always have what we want." Vegeta set her hand back down.
"I think I'm going to have to ring Kenneth again. Damn changes to the plans." He grumbled. "Pass the phone." Bulma picked up the cordless black phone and passed it to him. But on the way, she stopped. "Whoa. The Iceblade isn't the only thing that's changed. Look! The tattoo has too!" Now the spider had changed to a brightly coloured butterfly. "Heh. I wouldn't be surprised if it decided to call you Madame Butterfly now. Another very cliché name. But I think it suits you more." Vegeta dialled Kenneth's number and waited for him to pick up. "Hey. It's me again. Cancel the ritual. Bulma's wearing the Iceblade. Nah. I dunno how it happened. We woke up and it was on her. Yeah. Okay. And the tattoo has changed. It's now a picture of a Morpho Rhetenor Rhetenor butterfly. It's even got the blue metallic and iridescent wings. It's a quite nice tattoo actually. Okay. So she is to be called Morpho. Strange, but I like it. Yes. Goodbye." He turned the phone off, and gave it to Bulma who put it back on the reciever.
"Looks like your new name is Morpho." He told her. "It's……weird. But okay. I wonder why I should be called that, other than because of the butterfly's name?" Bulma pondered out loud. "Well I've heard of some weilders gained special powers from a legendary blade, and the Iceblade is legendary, so maybe you'll get some powers." "Oh way cool! Now I wish it had stayed on the spider. I might have been like Spiderman! Climbing up walls and shooting web fluid!" Vegeta rolled his eyes. "What? It would be cool!" She laughed. "Hey! What about the tattoo on your arm? Is it still there?" Bulma grabbed his arm. There was a scar that looked like a burn imprinted in his skin in the shape of a skull. "I must be back to normal then." Bulma was silent for a few seconds. "How did you know what type of butterfly it was?"
"Well my mother, before she died, loved to collect butterflies. It was her favourite hobby. I would spend hours watching her make the display cases and pinning the butterflies inside them. It was always hard work pinning the Morpho Rhetenor Rhetenor's in, because their wings scratched really easily because of the metallic surface of them. It's really rare to find one without scratches." "Oh. I always loved to catch butterflies when I was a kid. I used to run around with my net and wave it around in the air. I loved the Monarch butterflies the best. The Papilio Blumei's were okay too. I think that was just bacause it almost sounded like my name." She laughed as she remembered all the times in her past. Vegeta almost smiled. It seemed that she had a really happy childhood.
He could remember that his father used to call him a sissy for wanting to know about all the butterflies, but now that didn't matter, his father was dead now, killed by his own hand. 'That'll teach him not to mess with me.' He thought to himself. "I think we'd better change out of all this gear." Vegeta suggested. Bulma nodded and got off his lap.
"Hey you guys! Look!" Nappa held up the paper. It had a front page report of the Western Capital City Memorial Bank robbery. "As if that wouldn't be front page." Vegeta smirked and Bulma followed him into his bedroom to borrow some of his clothes to wear until she got to her own.
2 hours later they finally came back from his room, although they were a bit sweaty. Bulma had on some boots, a pair of baggy jeans, a white shirt, and a jacket. Vegeta had white cargo pants and black boots, white shirt, and a grey brushed polyester jumper with a thick white line around the middle, and a thinner red line in the middle of the white one.
(A/N: There is something like this on one of The Sims games.)
When they were sorting out the money, they had put it into equal piles. Nappa had already hidden his in his room, and Vegeta and Bulma's share was still on the table. Vegeta got out a large black dufflebag and put Bulma's money in it, and kept half of his part in his room, and the other half in another bag, to take with him. He grabbed his favourite pistol and shoved it in the back of his pants under the belt, and covered it with his jumper. "Ready to go?" Bulma picked up her bag and tossed his to him. "Yes."
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Vegeta waited outside Bulma's house as she went in to get some spare clothes that she could put in the holiday house. She had hid the money in her room in a secret compartment, and used the bag to put the clothes in. Bulma passed the bag through the window and gave him a kiss. "See ya Vegeta. I'll keep practicing what you taught me. I'm glad you aren't sore anymore." Bulma smiled and Vegeta drove off, back to the holiday house.
He stopped the car out the front and just sat there, reflecting on all the time since he escaped. He let his hands rest on the steering wheel and he closed his eyes, flashes of recent memories flickering before his closed lids. How was it, that one woman could have changed his life so much in so little time? It was impossible, unless……nah, it couldn't be. A serial killer feels for no one. He would not, could not, let himself develop feelings. It could be used against him so easily. But then again, he couldn't imagine life without her there with him anymore.
"Okay Vegeta. Get a hold of yourself. You don't love her. No love. She just……Understands you. That's it. That's all it is. A simple case of understanding." He reassured himself. "Oh who am I kidding! I can see it in her eyes! It's all there! She cares for me. Heh. Me, a serial killer. How is it possible? I try to kill her, yet she holds me in the palm of her hand. I'm like a puppet she controls. A mere woman has control of the country's most notorius killer." Vegeta let his head droop against the wheel as well. After a few minutes, he climbed out of the car and slowly shuffled his way inside.
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Well I think that should do it for now. These chappies just seem to get longer every time. It's not much of a cliffie, I know. But it seemed a good place to end it, or I never end up finishing the chap. R&R ppl's!!! Time for me to go watch my bro play some fucked up game called Super Monkey Ball. *rolls eyes*
Oh, and in answer to Sakiku's questions, well, Bulma keeps following him and helping because in actual fact she loves him, yet doesn't realize it. Vegeta's the kind of guy who makes girls fall head over heels and they can't help but do what he says. You'll see more of this in the later chaps. Yes she does have a company to run, but in some ways it's like when she was running around looking for the dragonballs with Goku; a little adventure. You'll also see later thather and her father take turns at running the company. And she wasn't recognised at the museum because the only ppl who saw them there were the guards, and Vegeta killed them. Everyone just thought it was Bulma and her new boyfriend or something running away to keep safe. I dunno. ^_^ I think that's about it.
