A Match Made in Heaven
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Chapter 11 ~ Escape
A palace soldier pounded on the door. He stood there waiting for a few minutes while nobody answered. Soon, he became frustrated and blasted off the door and entered the now-vacant apartment. He searched around and quickly left to make his report.
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"Your highness. Bulma is no longer occupying that room."
The angry king pounded his fist onto the table. "What! Where could the little vixen be?"
The soldier cringed. "I… I don't know, sir."
"Then what are you good for?" The King raised a finger and blasted the soldier into oblivion. "Time to pay my brat a visit and get him off this planet and out of my hair. And then it's time to go and find my little blue vixen."
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The King ripped open the door of his son's apartment and stalked in. He saw his son sitting at a table eating some food and he headed towards his son. As he passed the kitchen he looked in to see who was making the meals. That's my vixen in there! How did my son get stuck with… his thoughts turned to when his son asked for a personal slave, the little son of a bitch, I should have destroyed the whore that conceived him before he was born.
Bulma looked up to see the King standing in the hallway staring at her. She flinched at the thought of what he did to her the last time she was alone with him. "C…can I help you, your majesty?" she asked meekly.
The King did not reply.
Vegeta sneered at his father who still had not taken his eyes off of Bulma. "So, father. Do you like my choice of personal slaves?"
King Vegeta did not even turn to look at his son. "Pack, you and Kakkarot are leaving tomorrow." He gave one final look at Bulma and left the apartment.
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My beautiful vixen with that brat. How could she? An image of Bulma straddling Prince Vegeta placing her hot lips all over his body flashed through his mind and sent shudders through his body. She is obviously misled and does not know a real man when she sees one. He made his way back to his room to plan how he was going to get Bulma to realize that he was worthier than the Prince.
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Vegeta laughed at the look Bulma had on her face: she looked terrified.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?" she snapped.
"You look practically terrified of my father, being as weak as he is."
She dropped the spoon that she had in her hand on the stovetop and stormed up to the snickering Prince. "If you find it that funny, you can finish your own fucking dinner."
His arm shot out to the other side of the doorway to prevent her from leaving and he eyed her. "I just want to know why you're terrified of my father, but yet you'll sit here arguing with me, who could easily hurt you more than he."
"I'm not scared of your father," Bulma insisted.
"Yes, you are."
"Stoppit! I don't want to argue right now!" she yelled.
He narrowed his eyes. "I'm not arguing with you, dammit! I just want to know what happened between you and my father."
"Nothin, absolutely noth…"
"Don't bullshit me, woman."
"Why the fuck do you need to know?"
"Just tell me before I force it out of you."
Bulma sighed in defeat. "He raped me," she said, barely audible.
Vegeta's sensitive ears picked up the whisper. "There, that wasn't so hard. Now go and finish my dinner."
She balled her fists, but kept her anger bottled up as she returned to the stove and finished cooking. She picked up the pot and stomped over to the table where he was sitting patiently and dumped the pot on his plate. Setting the pot down on the table, she hurried off to her room where she could relax and hopefully forget about the King.
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Vegeta stood in his room, dumping armor, training suits and other clothes into three different suitcases to prepare for his voyage. He mentally went over a checklist and realized that he had everything. Being that he had packed all night, he had nothing to do for the rest of the day. He made up his mind to go and spar with Kakkarot before they left.
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Bulma had not been able to sleep all night. If she had fallen asleep, she had nightmares about King Vegeta, and quickly woke up, afraid to return to sleep. When she heard Vegeta leave her fear intensified because she was now alone and King Vegeta could stop by at any moment and get her. Making up her mind. She picked up the little boxes of capsules and sneaked into Vegeta's room where the suitcases were waiting. She unzipped one and found a little compartment where she could conceal them. Bulma jumped as a loud knocking came on the door.
When she opened it, a soldier was standing there. "I'm here to pick up Prince Vegeta's suitcases. He shall be leaving soon."
Bulma permitted the soldier to enter and showed him where the suitcases were.
As the soldier was prepared to leave, he said, "Oh yes! And the King said that he wished to see you. Now. Follow me."
She gulped and shut the door behind them as the entered the hallway. They walked in silence for a few minutes until they reached the King's room where he tapped on the door announcing Bulma. The door opened and the King warmly welcomed Bulma into his room.
He shut the door behind them and sneakily hit the button on the dresser next to the door. "Bulma! I haven't seen you since… since… oh yes, my brat's apartment."
She did not reply.
"Come now Bulma, you still aren't sore about our previous little episode?" he whispered into her ear.
Bulma's breathing became quick and ragged as the King smirked at her. He stood in front of her and leaned over, placing gentle kisses along her neck. He placed his hands on her shoulder as he moved up her neck and towards her red lips. The King forced his tongue into her mouth, but quickly withdrew as her knee struck his enlarged penis. He bowled over, clutching his throbbing member and was unable to voice anything to prevent her from leaving.
She frantically hit everything she could see on the dresser until the door popped open. She sprinted along the hallways, getting herself extremely lost. She came upon the launching pad where all the ships were waiting to be blasted into space. Bulma ran into the first open one that she could find and hid in the closet of one of the rooms.
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The King finally recovered and sent some guards through the palace to find Bulma. That little bitch is going to pay for that! He swore as his stomach became queasy again.
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Bulma breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the floor underneath her rumble with the takeoff. She relaxed in the closet and almost laughed in glee when she realized that she had gotten away from the damn King. Her laughter quickly died as the door to the closet was opened and she was yanked out of it.
***AN – Ooh! Who could it be that pulled her out of the closet? Anybody know? Can anybody guess? BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I have another idea for a story. If you've read Torments of a Saiyan (if you haven't read it, then), you'll know that's kinda from Vegeta's POV. I was thinking of writing one from Bulma' POV called Torments of a Human… does that sound like something that would be good? Leave your ideas in the reviews please!
I know your all going to hate me for not updating a lot recently… I've been on a creative train (yes… there is such a thing ^_^;;;), but unfortunately, it has nothing to do with Dragonball Z, however, I'll force myself to get through this. (If you like the SNES game FF3, check out my new story). Hopefully I can get another chapter up really soon, but if not, please be patient with me.
If you want me to e-mail you when I update, e-mail me at chenndra@hotmail.com, tell me the name of the story, and I'll e-mail you when I put up a new chapter.
