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Facing it Together

Chapter Twenty-one [Teaser]: And Now, You're Mine

She couldn't have gotten that far.

He knew that much at least, as well as where she was going. He couldn't believe that she would try to do something that stupid and think that she would get away with it. Did she really believe that he would allow her to flee from him like that?

That woman is infuriating. Every second I need to keep an eye on her, he thought as he absently tapped the arm of his seat. If she thought that she could run from him and not expect him to chase after her, she was sorely mistaken. He didn't even give a damn about the promise, to allow her to leave after he got the dragonball radar. Had he, or had he not told her that he wanted her?

Now he was combing outer space, trying to find this woman. Once he had her back on Vegeta-sei, he was going to set her down and have a long talk with her about her running away. He would not allow it again.

The beeping of a panel broke the flow of his thoughts. Vegeta quickly identified the noise and stared at the radar. Another ship was incoming and was about to pass him. His eyes flew to the window, searching for the sight of the ship. A few minutes later, a sleek cruiser came into view and was moving at great speeds. Vegeta's eye twitched in slight confusion as he recognized the symbol painted on the side of it.

Vegeta-sei's royal ensignia…

He was dreaming this, right? This woman could have had at least a good four hours until he could catch up with her. She wasn't actually returning, was she?

He smirked at her. He felt relief floating inside of him. She was almost learning, she would know soon that she was his, and she was not going anywhere. There was no other way for her, the fates had already decided. Why else would she be swathed in his royal color? The fates had decided, and he was not complaining. For some reason he felt enchanted by her, everything that she did captivated his interests, and everything that came out of her mouth made him giddy with excitement, on a whole new level that not even a good battle could make him feel. He was certain that he would never get tired of her, she would make him feel emotions that he had never felt before until the day that he died. He would not give her up.

He turned the ship around and tailed the other. She had come back to him, and this time he would not let her go, even if he had to bind her to do it.

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The night was dark and foreboding. Perfect, Turles thought as he stared out of the large window of his chamber. In only an hour, history would be changed. In only an hour, he would be sitting on the throne with all of the respect, power, and strength that he deserved. . .

In only one hour, Bulma would be his.

The corner of his lips curled upwards. Tonight would be the night that he took her willingly to his bed, making her forget about her previous lover, the man who was going to be six feet in the ground by morning. He would have it no other way. With her by his side, he knew that he could do anything. He would possess her, wholly and entirely.

There was a knock on his door, and Turles had a pretty good idea of who it was. "Enter, Limato."

The knob turned and the door opened, revealing the man that was called upon. Limato stepped inside of the room with heavy feet as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It's almost time, Turles. Are you prepared?"

A brow rose at his question. "I am as ready as I'll ever be."

Limato nodded at his answer. "That's good to hear. Because the men are ready now and want to do this a little above schedule. However, they are waiting for your approval."

Turles turned to him, his eyes as dark as the night's sky. "If they want to speed up the process, then by all means, allow them to do so. You, Nappa, Radditz, and Taya just remember your job. My opportunity to fight the king all depends on you all."

"You don't have to remind me of that," Limato stated as he walked towards the exit. "Perhaps Nappa or maybe even Radditz. You're forgetting that once you become king, that I will be your right-hand man." And with a smirk, he closed the door behind him.

Turles returned his attention back to the night as he went over his plans for tonight. Tonight, he said to himself as he saw those two beautiful blue eyes in his mind. You will be mine.

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What's left:

[Bulma returns]

[Vegeta returns]

[Revolution in progress]

[Turles and Bulma]

[Begin fights against the two pairs]