Bulma's eyes widened slightly as Vegeta walked toward her holding what
looked like a cable. He grabbed her wrists and tied her to the headboard of
the bed.
"Now you won't run off without my knowing." Vegeta said, turning out the lights and crawling in bed next to Bulma. Bulma thought that he might rape her or something, but when she felt his tail wrap around her waist and heard his soft snoring she sighed in relief. The tail kept moving around, getting a firmer hold every now and then and it sent shivers up her spine. After a few hours of fiddling with the cable, her hands came undone and she dropped her numb arms to her sides. Vegeta growled in his sleep and pulled Bulma closer to him. Bulma nearly gagged, how could he do this to her after he had killed her mate and her child? Bulma tried pushing him away, but only managed to make him grip her tighter too him. Bulma suddenly gasped, she really didn't like being this close to the bastard. She tried one last time to push away from him and he grunted and pulled her against his body, tightly. With his tail and his arms now around her, her own arms were pinned. She growled and struggled to move away but the man was a rock and threw one leg over hers to stop her legs from moving. She finally gave up and settled for glaring at the bastard. An hour later her eyes were drooping and she could no longer stay awake. She growled and finally gave into sleep...
~~~~~~~ Bulma's dream ~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma growled and pounced on the man, the man laughed. 'Yamcha?' She thought, no, this man was much shorter. She kissed him passionately and he kissed her back. His tail wrapped around her waist and she stroked it. He gave a growled and flipped her onto her back, tearing at her cloths, as she was to him. She growled to him as she stroked her tail, he hit her sensitive spot, where the tail met skin and she went limp in pleasure.
"This is forever Onna, forever, never again will you disobey me," the voice whispered gently. 'Who was speaking? Who was this man?' she thought, but then he bit down on her neck and all thought ceased as she bit him right back....
~~~~~~~~ End Dream ~~~~~~~~~
Bulma cried out and sat up stright. Vegeta groaned and looked at her with desire filled eyes.
"What is the matter with you Baka onna!" he growled grabbing her by the waist and dragging her back down to him. His eyes slowly cleared as he laid down. Her hand flew to her neck; no bite mark was there.
"Strange dreams onna?" he growled, "Its too be expected, sooner or later we will bond and you will be my mate, I've know it sense the first time I saw you." He growled, pulling her against him again. She pushed him away and curled into a little ball, turning her back on him. That didn't stop him from wrapping his tail around her and curving his body to fit hers. Without another thought he went back to sleep, Bulma was soon following him, having strange dreams all night long with a faceless man...
Bulma growled and fought the sheets as she sat up. In the need she ended up ripping them because they were wrapped so tightly around her body.
"Damn sheets." She growled, looking around. Vegeta was long gone but that didn't stop him from locking the door to his room. She growled and got a shower, then looked around for something to wear besides her dirty, stained, and torn up training suit. She had spotted the dress that Vegeta, or one of the slaves, had left her, but she had...cough, cough, accidentally dropped it down the toilet and flushed it. There was no way she was going to walk around in that small scrap of cloth that didn't deserve to be called a dress. It was a mini skirt if anything. She decided that she would just have to borrow one of Vegeta's training outfits, which he had plenty of.
She really hated him a lot. How could he just kill her child like that without even asking if it was saiya-jin or not? She growled as she pulled on the training suit, which smelled just like him...
"Damn it!" she growled, slipping the armor over her head. With her short hair, and the armor that was made for a man, she looked just like one. The only thing setting her apart was her slightly, better toned legs. With no mirror to guess at her appearance, she blasted the large window in the room and flew out, suppressing her Ki way down so as not to be detected by scouters.
She landed and followed her own Ki, which was surrounding her ship, and soon came to it. It was under lock and guard, literally. After a few minuets of waiting, and no one came by, she got an idea.
Quickly running forward so she could get their attention, she panted out,
"Prince...Help...Under attack HURRY I'll watch the ship!" It was more then enough to get every guard running toward the palace. She chuckled when they left and quickly got into her pod, which no one had been able to open yet, and it quickly launched into space. After a few minuets of killing every tracking device on her ship, she opened the bag at her side, which, by the way, was a subspace pocket and contained a lot of food and things. She quickly ate. (Yes like a normal saiya-jin but with refined manners.) When she was done, she went about evading the pods that came after her. She pulled out a small box and pressed a button on it, immediately the ships stopped pursuing her because 'she' appeared half a dozen places and going in different directions confusing the scanners. A few seconds later a beeping sounded near her left hand. Out of wanting to have some fun, she answered the call.
"What do you want Vegetable Head?" she asked, pulling a wrench out of her subspace-bag and a machine and started tinkering with it, it was something to help out everyone. It was called a capsule.
"Get back here now Onna!" he growled, anger fused his eyes along with lust and a few other emotions she couldn't pin point.
"You not only killed my full blooded saiya-jin mate, but our child as well. And you want me to mate to you, so you can take the throne. I'd. Rather. Be. An. Outlaw." She said slowly, punctuating each word and ending the conversation with Outlaw. She turned her ship toward the left quadrant out of the north one, which was ruled by Saiya-jins. Where she was going, no one knew what the hell a saiya-jin was and had no fear of them, so she decided to head that way. But the only way she could truly be free of the saiya-jins was if she...but could she? It would hurt like hell yes. Worse then anything in her life would. She looked down, staring at her tail as it wagged back and forth. Slowly she grabbed it tightly and yanked, with a scream of pain she dropped it. The pain was almost gone before it came but she could still feel it like it was there. The final act of her freedom was in play. She incinerated her tail and turned back to controls, already missing it...
Three years later... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, just in case you were wondering just why I keep skipping years, it is because I want Bulma to be a certain age. Currently she was 18 when she was with Yamcha, shes twenty-two now, but I want her to be twenty five when I actually start all the good stuff. Yes it is a bit rushed, and I am sorry about that, but I don't know how else to write it. It just comes to my head and boom, its on paper. Its hard to do it any other way. Other wise it gets confusing for me and it will turn into a comedy and I don't want that yet!
Tabi Chan
"Now you won't run off without my knowing." Vegeta said, turning out the lights and crawling in bed next to Bulma. Bulma thought that he might rape her or something, but when she felt his tail wrap around her waist and heard his soft snoring she sighed in relief. The tail kept moving around, getting a firmer hold every now and then and it sent shivers up her spine. After a few hours of fiddling with the cable, her hands came undone and she dropped her numb arms to her sides. Vegeta growled in his sleep and pulled Bulma closer to him. Bulma nearly gagged, how could he do this to her after he had killed her mate and her child? Bulma tried pushing him away, but only managed to make him grip her tighter too him. Bulma suddenly gasped, she really didn't like being this close to the bastard. She tried one last time to push away from him and he grunted and pulled her against his body, tightly. With his tail and his arms now around her, her own arms were pinned. She growled and struggled to move away but the man was a rock and threw one leg over hers to stop her legs from moving. She finally gave up and settled for glaring at the bastard. An hour later her eyes were drooping and she could no longer stay awake. She growled and finally gave into sleep...
~~~~~~~ Bulma's dream ~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma growled and pounced on the man, the man laughed. 'Yamcha?' She thought, no, this man was much shorter. She kissed him passionately and he kissed her back. His tail wrapped around her waist and she stroked it. He gave a growled and flipped her onto her back, tearing at her cloths, as she was to him. She growled to him as she stroked her tail, he hit her sensitive spot, where the tail met skin and she went limp in pleasure.
"This is forever Onna, forever, never again will you disobey me," the voice whispered gently. 'Who was speaking? Who was this man?' she thought, but then he bit down on her neck and all thought ceased as she bit him right back....
~~~~~~~~ End Dream ~~~~~~~~~
Bulma cried out and sat up stright. Vegeta groaned and looked at her with desire filled eyes.
"What is the matter with you Baka onna!" he growled grabbing her by the waist and dragging her back down to him. His eyes slowly cleared as he laid down. Her hand flew to her neck; no bite mark was there.
"Strange dreams onna?" he growled, "Its too be expected, sooner or later we will bond and you will be my mate, I've know it sense the first time I saw you." He growled, pulling her against him again. She pushed him away and curled into a little ball, turning her back on him. That didn't stop him from wrapping his tail around her and curving his body to fit hers. Without another thought he went back to sleep, Bulma was soon following him, having strange dreams all night long with a faceless man...
Bulma growled and fought the sheets as she sat up. In the need she ended up ripping them because they were wrapped so tightly around her body.
"Damn sheets." She growled, looking around. Vegeta was long gone but that didn't stop him from locking the door to his room. She growled and got a shower, then looked around for something to wear besides her dirty, stained, and torn up training suit. She had spotted the dress that Vegeta, or one of the slaves, had left her, but she had...cough, cough, accidentally dropped it down the toilet and flushed it. There was no way she was going to walk around in that small scrap of cloth that didn't deserve to be called a dress. It was a mini skirt if anything. She decided that she would just have to borrow one of Vegeta's training outfits, which he had plenty of.
She really hated him a lot. How could he just kill her child like that without even asking if it was saiya-jin or not? She growled as she pulled on the training suit, which smelled just like him...
"Damn it!" she growled, slipping the armor over her head. With her short hair, and the armor that was made for a man, she looked just like one. The only thing setting her apart was her slightly, better toned legs. With no mirror to guess at her appearance, she blasted the large window in the room and flew out, suppressing her Ki way down so as not to be detected by scouters.
She landed and followed her own Ki, which was surrounding her ship, and soon came to it. It was under lock and guard, literally. After a few minuets of waiting, and no one came by, she got an idea.
Quickly running forward so she could get their attention, she panted out,
"Prince...Help...Under attack HURRY I'll watch the ship!" It was more then enough to get every guard running toward the palace. She chuckled when they left and quickly got into her pod, which no one had been able to open yet, and it quickly launched into space. After a few minuets of killing every tracking device on her ship, she opened the bag at her side, which, by the way, was a subspace pocket and contained a lot of food and things. She quickly ate. (Yes like a normal saiya-jin but with refined manners.) When she was done, she went about evading the pods that came after her. She pulled out a small box and pressed a button on it, immediately the ships stopped pursuing her because 'she' appeared half a dozen places and going in different directions confusing the scanners. A few seconds later a beeping sounded near her left hand. Out of wanting to have some fun, she answered the call.
"What do you want Vegetable Head?" she asked, pulling a wrench out of her subspace-bag and a machine and started tinkering with it, it was something to help out everyone. It was called a capsule.
"Get back here now Onna!" he growled, anger fused his eyes along with lust and a few other emotions she couldn't pin point.
"You not only killed my full blooded saiya-jin mate, but our child as well. And you want me to mate to you, so you can take the throne. I'd. Rather. Be. An. Outlaw." She said slowly, punctuating each word and ending the conversation with Outlaw. She turned her ship toward the left quadrant out of the north one, which was ruled by Saiya-jins. Where she was going, no one knew what the hell a saiya-jin was and had no fear of them, so she decided to head that way. But the only way she could truly be free of the saiya-jins was if she...but could she? It would hurt like hell yes. Worse then anything in her life would. She looked down, staring at her tail as it wagged back and forth. Slowly she grabbed it tightly and yanked, with a scream of pain she dropped it. The pain was almost gone before it came but she could still feel it like it was there. The final act of her freedom was in play. She incinerated her tail and turned back to controls, already missing it...
Three years later... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, just in case you were wondering just why I keep skipping years, it is because I want Bulma to be a certain age. Currently she was 18 when she was with Yamcha, shes twenty-two now, but I want her to be twenty five when I actually start all the good stuff. Yes it is a bit rushed, and I am sorry about that, but I don't know how else to write it. It just comes to my head and boom, its on paper. Its hard to do it any other way. Other wise it gets confusing for me and it will turn into a comedy and I don't want that yet!
Tabi Chan
