Chapter Thirty One: Here it comes
Authors Notes: Hey everyone. I'm happy to report that I am now completely out of my writer's block and back on track with my fic. Thank you to the person who suggested that I re-read my fic to get ideas, it worked! (Sorry! I forgot your name! -_-) Anyway, I wanted to remind you all of something…
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Koru couldn't help but flinch at the word 'needle'. All her life, she had always been terrified of the long, sharp instruments. Now, sitting on the edge of the table while Strifelon prepared one, she instinctively took Arden's hand in her own. He smiled reassuringly at her as he felt her trembling through her hand.
"Calm down." He spoke softly into her ear. "It'sss only a needle."
"Yes, and the War of the Galaxies was just a misunderstanding."
Arden rolled his eyes. "I thought you were a brave girl." He nudged her jokingly in the ribs.
"You be quiet!" She snapped as Strifelon gently took her arm in his own. Then, "Will this hurt?" she whimpered.
Strifelon raised a thorny eyebrow. "It'sss a needle." He said flatly. "Now, don't move."
She closed her eyes and squeaked as the object made its way through her thick, leathery skin. It was over before she knew it, and was very glad when Strifelon pulled it out of her arm. She released a breath and slumped forward. "How many more of these do I need?"
"However many it will take." Strifelon said absently as he bent over his medical supplies, muttering to himself. "Asss for your ssscarsss…"
"What about them?"
"They will need to be sssurgically removed." He replied.
* * *
The moment they stepped foot into the dark forest, Bulma abandoned all ideas about being heroic and brave and moved much closer to Vegeta. Of course, the move did not go unnoticed by the Sayajin Prince who smirked at her cowardice.
"What's wrong?" he teased.
"Nothing." Bulma replied. "I just can't help but wonder…what 'other' sort of animals inhabit this Planet…"
"Oh," Vegeta shrugged, "Not much. A few giant bears and serpents and whatnot." He quickened his pace as he noticed her horrified look. "Nothing to be worried about."
"Giant…serpents?" Bulma squeaked, trotting to catch up with him. "You're horrible! I know you're lying."
Vegeta gave her a sideways glance. "Why would I be lying? I mean, what reason would I have to instill fear in a pretty little thing like you?"
She smacked him.
"In all seriousness, stay close to me." His visage was suddenly devoid of any of his recent smirking. "There are a couple of assorted nasties around these forests."
"Then why are we looking here?" she demanded.
"Because, they weren't in the cave or The Dungeons." He countered. "That's why."
Bulma sighed nervously and moved even closer to him. Vegeta had not made up the stories about the creatures that inhabited the R'haksin forests to get Bulma closer to him. But, he had to admit to himself, it was a strangely calming and comforting sensation to have her so near. He smiled softly as he watched her cast worried glances into the quickly fading darkness around them.
Quickly fading darkness…
"Woman," Vegeta stopped and took her arm. "Here…" he bent and swept her off the ground and into his arms before she had a chance to argue. "We need to fly; we're not covering enough ground."
"What…?" Bulma was already looking longingly at the forest floor. "Fly?"
"Oh come on, you've flown with Goku and that idiot boyfriend before."
"I told you, he's not my-
She had no chance to argue as she felt the ground leave her at a sickeningly fast speed. The wind's temperature changed within seconds as the currents wiped at her face as they entered the higher altitudes. Her head spun, and her only thought was to dig her nails into the Sayajin as hard as she could to avoid falling. Finally, the spinning stopped and she felt the air began to pass by her at a much gentler pace. She cautiously opened her eyes, her heart hammering in her chest.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" she screamed as she kept her head close to his chest. "You could have been a little more considerate!"
Above her, Vegeta rolled his eyes. He was scanning the forest floor, his eyesight keen enough to spot the smallest of animals within seconds. They speed with which they were covering the ground was alarmingly fast, but his eyes were quicker.
"I can't see them." he announced over the wind.
"What?" Bulma yelled back. The wind was getting colder. She could feel Vegeta's heart pounding rhythmically against the side of her head. Goosebumps rose on her arms.
"Could we stop for a second?" She yelled up at him. "I'M COLD!"
Grumbling, Vegeta nodded, and this time the ground came –up- at them at the alarmingly fast speed. Sayajin boots thudded to the ground and Bulma took a moment to calm her heart before slipping out of his arms.
"You feel good." She said softly, lingering against his body as she straightened and stood. Vegeta smirked sensually at her. His hands grazed the edges of her hips. The look left quickly, however, when he remembered that they had stopped.
"Look, woman, it's getting dark. Why did you want to stop?" he demanded.
"The wind was too cold. I want to warm up for a second, ok?" she shivered and rubbed her arms. She cast a glance back over her shoulder at the dark Prince, then after some consideration, allowed herself to lean fully into him. His arms came around her instantly. She grinned.
"It's not fair. You're always so warm."
"It's just part of being Sayajin." He replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world. He leaned over to the right of them where he spotted a dark bush full of plump, purple berries. He picked a giant handful off the bush and popped them in his mouth.
"So is being a total pig." Bulma mumbled.
"What?" he asked around the mouthful.
"Nothing." She said. Her stomach rumbled, but the berries didn't look all that great. She looked around where they stood to see if there was any place to sit down. She spotted a small groove in a large tree that looked comfortable enough to seat both of them.
"Can we rest for a bit?" she said. "Just a little bit?"
"Don't flutter your eyelashes at –me-, woman." Vegeta said sourly, wiping berry juice off his mouth with the back of his hand. He shrugged. "Only for a bit. I don't want to get caught in the dark."
"Oh, big bad Sayajin is afraid of the dark?" Bulma teased.
"No," Vegeta smirked, "But you'd better be, 'cause I'm what's in it."
And with that, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him with a growl.
Authors Notes: Hey everyone. I'm happy to report that I am now completely out of my writer's block and back on track with my fic. Thank you to the person who suggested that I re-read my fic to get ideas, it worked! (Sorry! I forgot your name! -_-) Anyway, I wanted to remind you all of something…
JOIN MY MAILING LIST!!
http://jesajaisai.tripod.com
^_^
P.S For all of you out there who are wondering about the Lemon, the answer to your question is YES, there will be a Lemon, probably a couple, but you must be patient. Mwahaha.
Koru couldn't help but flinch at the word 'needle'. All her life, she had always been terrified of the long, sharp instruments. Now, sitting on the edge of the table while Strifelon prepared one, she instinctively took Arden's hand in her own. He smiled reassuringly at her as he felt her trembling through her hand.
"Calm down." He spoke softly into her ear. "It'sss only a needle."
"Yes, and the War of the Galaxies was just a misunderstanding."
Arden rolled his eyes. "I thought you were a brave girl." He nudged her jokingly in the ribs.
"You be quiet!" She snapped as Strifelon gently took her arm in his own. Then, "Will this hurt?" she whimpered.
Strifelon raised a thorny eyebrow. "It'sss a needle." He said flatly. "Now, don't move."
She closed her eyes and squeaked as the object made its way through her thick, leathery skin. It was over before she knew it, and was very glad when Strifelon pulled it out of her arm. She released a breath and slumped forward. "How many more of these do I need?"
"However many it will take." Strifelon said absently as he bent over his medical supplies, muttering to himself. "Asss for your ssscarsss…"
"What about them?"
"They will need to be sssurgically removed." He replied.
* * *
The moment they stepped foot into the dark forest, Bulma abandoned all ideas about being heroic and brave and moved much closer to Vegeta. Of course, the move did not go unnoticed by the Sayajin Prince who smirked at her cowardice.
"What's wrong?" he teased.
"Nothing." Bulma replied. "I just can't help but wonder…what 'other' sort of animals inhabit this Planet…"
"Oh," Vegeta shrugged, "Not much. A few giant bears and serpents and whatnot." He quickened his pace as he noticed her horrified look. "Nothing to be worried about."
"Giant…serpents?" Bulma squeaked, trotting to catch up with him. "You're horrible! I know you're lying."
Vegeta gave her a sideways glance. "Why would I be lying? I mean, what reason would I have to instill fear in a pretty little thing like you?"
She smacked him.
"In all seriousness, stay close to me." His visage was suddenly devoid of any of his recent smirking. "There are a couple of assorted nasties around these forests."
"Then why are we looking here?" she demanded.
"Because, they weren't in the cave or The Dungeons." He countered. "That's why."
Bulma sighed nervously and moved even closer to him. Vegeta had not made up the stories about the creatures that inhabited the R'haksin forests to get Bulma closer to him. But, he had to admit to himself, it was a strangely calming and comforting sensation to have her so near. He smiled softly as he watched her cast worried glances into the quickly fading darkness around them.
Quickly fading darkness…
"Woman," Vegeta stopped and took her arm. "Here…" he bent and swept her off the ground and into his arms before she had a chance to argue. "We need to fly; we're not covering enough ground."
"What…?" Bulma was already looking longingly at the forest floor. "Fly?"
"Oh come on, you've flown with Goku and that idiot boyfriend before."
"I told you, he's not my-
She had no chance to argue as she felt the ground leave her at a sickeningly fast speed. The wind's temperature changed within seconds as the currents wiped at her face as they entered the higher altitudes. Her head spun, and her only thought was to dig her nails into the Sayajin as hard as she could to avoid falling. Finally, the spinning stopped and she felt the air began to pass by her at a much gentler pace. She cautiously opened her eyes, her heart hammering in her chest.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" she screamed as she kept her head close to his chest. "You could have been a little more considerate!"
Above her, Vegeta rolled his eyes. He was scanning the forest floor, his eyesight keen enough to spot the smallest of animals within seconds. They speed with which they were covering the ground was alarmingly fast, but his eyes were quicker.
"I can't see them." he announced over the wind.
"What?" Bulma yelled back. The wind was getting colder. She could feel Vegeta's heart pounding rhythmically against the side of her head. Goosebumps rose on her arms.
"Could we stop for a second?" She yelled up at him. "I'M COLD!"
Grumbling, Vegeta nodded, and this time the ground came –up- at them at the alarmingly fast speed. Sayajin boots thudded to the ground and Bulma took a moment to calm her heart before slipping out of his arms.
"You feel good." She said softly, lingering against his body as she straightened and stood. Vegeta smirked sensually at her. His hands grazed the edges of her hips. The look left quickly, however, when he remembered that they had stopped.
"Look, woman, it's getting dark. Why did you want to stop?" he demanded.
"The wind was too cold. I want to warm up for a second, ok?" she shivered and rubbed her arms. She cast a glance back over her shoulder at the dark Prince, then after some consideration, allowed herself to lean fully into him. His arms came around her instantly. She grinned.
"It's not fair. You're always so warm."
"It's just part of being Sayajin." He replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world. He leaned over to the right of them where he spotted a dark bush full of plump, purple berries. He picked a giant handful off the bush and popped them in his mouth.
"So is being a total pig." Bulma mumbled.
"What?" he asked around the mouthful.
"Nothing." She said. Her stomach rumbled, but the berries didn't look all that great. She looked around where they stood to see if there was any place to sit down. She spotted a small groove in a large tree that looked comfortable enough to seat both of them.
"Can we rest for a bit?" she said. "Just a little bit?"
"Don't flutter your eyelashes at –me-, woman." Vegeta said sourly, wiping berry juice off his mouth with the back of his hand. He shrugged. "Only for a bit. I don't want to get caught in the dark."
"Oh, big bad Sayajin is afraid of the dark?" Bulma teased.
"No," Vegeta smirked, "But you'd better be, 'cause I'm what's in it."
And with that, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him with a growl.