A Match Made in Heaven
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Chapter 14 ~ Training Day
Vegeta, still holding on to Bulma's neck, dragged the barely covered Saiyan into his room. Slamming his hand down roughly on a pad next to the door on the inside, he barked, "This door opens for nobody but me!"
She was scared. He was furious. She was furious at him for being mad at her. Her fear quickly took over as he pinned her to the wall again, his tail whipping menacingly behind him. Vegeta was too mad to even think about asking her again. Instead, he reached behind her and grabbed her tail, letting go of her neck.
Her eyes widened with pain and she fell to the floor as he roughly squeezed her tail. The tears that trailed from her eyes mixed with the drops of water that ran from her still wet hair as Vegeta kept grasping her furry appendage.
"Vegeta! Open up and let me in!" Kakkarot yelled beating his fists against the door.
The Prince sneered and let go of Bulma for the moment. "Fuck off, Kakkarot! This is between my slave and I! When I am through with her, you will fucking know, because I will personally beat the shit out of you!"
The towel-covered Saiyan curled up on the floor hugging her tail to her chest, praying that he was finished.
His onyx eyes flashed back to Bulma. "Oh no you don't!" he yelled as he picked her up off the floor. She let go of her tail only to grab onto the hand that was picking her up off the floor and pushing her against the wall. He smirked as he watched her struggle for air and dropped her to the floor, reaching for her tail again.
What happened next surprised Vegeta because he never expected for her to fight back. She shrieked and launched herself at him, striking him across the face with her elbow, knocking him off balance and sending him stumbling back a few feet.
The look on his face was pure anger… except… a glint in his eyes. Was it… amusement? She backed away from him until she hit the wall. The angry Prince strode towards her, a word accentuating each step he took. "You dare attack the Prince?"
His arm was at her throat and she gulped visibly, still trying to hold on to the towel. "W…well," she stuttered.
"Well what?" he snapped.
Her eyes flared. "Well after what I did to your father, I wouldn't consider that an attack."
Although he did not drop his arm, his hold on her neck relaxed a little. "What did you do to my father?"
She hugged her towel closer and took a deep breath. "Well after you got up in the morning to train…"
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As he made his way through the palace to the launching pad, a soldier who had been sprinting around the corner ran straight into him. Vegeta hoisted the soldier off the ground and threw him up against the wall. Picking him up by his neck, Vegeta pinned him to the wall. "Tell me one reason why I should not kill you?"
The fear was evident in the eyes of the poor, shaking soldier. "I… I'm s…sorry, Pr…Prince," he stuttered.
Vegeta smirked. "That's not a very good reason."
The soldier nearly fainted at the words. "TheKingsentustofindaprisonerwhoescaped," he breathed out quickly.
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"Well that explains it," Vegeta stated once she finished her story, his attitude towards her softening a bit.
Her tail curled possessively around her leg, thankfully hidden by the towel. "Explains what?"
He glared at the woman who dared question him, but answered anyway. "I bumped into a soldier who claimed he was sent to find an escaped prisoner. The soldier was wise not to mention that it was you he was looking for."
Bulma had a look of utter confusion on her face, and Vegeta cut her off before she could ask another question.
"When royalty, the elites, or a royal guard takes a personal slave, nobody can call on her (or him), not even the King. To do so, would mean that you lose your tail."
Her eyes glittered with joy. "Good! When we get back we can watch his tail get ripped off."
Vegeta stared blankly at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.
Bulma was shocked at his reaction. "What the hell is so funny about that?"
"Do you really think that we, or I, can accuse my father of something like that. He could kill me in a moment if he wanted to." Vegeta hated admitting it, but it would get her to shut up.
When he started laughing, Vegeta had moved out of her line of vision and Bulma had a clear view of the bed. There, sitting on the middle of the bed, was her box of capsules. She shrieked, giddy with excitement and hurried to the bed, snatching them off it. She stared at the white box wondering why it had not occurred to her sooner.
"Vegeta! The…"
"Prince!"
"Alright. Prince Vegeta! These capsules are mine!" She frantically searched through the capsules until she found one labeled 'GR'. Shaking the capsule excitedly in his face, she laughed. "With this, you'll become stronger in no time!"
He snatched it out of her hand. "What is it?" he asked, his thumb ready to press the button.
"No!" she yelled. "Don't press it here! You'll destroy your room!"
He gritted his teeth in frustration. "Alright, wench! Where can I open it?"
She chewed on her lip. "How big is your training room?"
He grabbed her arm and yanked her towards the door. "Let's go find out."
He was about to reach for the pad next to the door when she pushed his hand off her arm. "Um… Prince?"
He balled his hands into fists, his patience wearing thin. "What the fuck could you want now?"
She blushed as she looked down at her towel. "Could I at least get dressed first?"
Vegeta smirked and leaned against the door, watching her. "Sure."
Bulma grabbed a capsule and popped it open, revealing a suitcase. She unzipped it and pulled out some clothes for her to put on. She was about to get dressed when she realized that Vegeta was watching her. "Hentai!" she spat and stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door.
She stomped out a few minutes later wearing shorts and a tank that revealed her stomach. Dropping the wet towel on the floor, she grabbed the 'GR' capsule and followed Vegeta through the ship and into his training room. Her mouth dropping in awe, she realized that the size of the training room would be more than large enough. So, she dropped the capsule on the ground, and it exploded into a large, dome-shaped building.
Vegeta just look at the building, not knowing what to do.
"Well? Go in it, dammit!"
His onyx eyes flashed. "Watch your tongue when you talk to the Prince." He stepped inside and Bulma followed him. "Congratulations. It's just a plain old training room."
Smiling as the door shut behind them. Bulma hit a few buttons and could feel a stronger pressure pulling her towards the floor.
"We have now reached 2 times Ve-ge-ta-sei's grav-i-ty."
A smirk slowly grew on Vegeta's face as he now realized what he could do.
***AN – Alright! Vegeta now has a Gravity Room to train in and now he will finally be able to beat his father!!!
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 it sound like something that would be good? Leave your ideas in the reviews please!
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