A Match Made in Heaven
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Chapter 18 ~ Ultimatums
Chichi was frightened. Bulma had disappeared over ten months ago and nobody had been able to find even a trace of her anywhere. Finally, the King had summoned her to his chambers and she stood in front of the doors shaking. Not knowing what he was going to do, she timidly tapped on the door to the throne room as a harsh voice ushered her inside.
The King glared as she walked in, avoiding his eyes. "Look at me!" he yelled.
She looked up as he smiled maliciously at her. "You're little friend, Bulma, is missing and I think you know where she is."
Her eyes spread wide as she stared in horror at King Vegeta. "But I…" she started.
"Silence! You have a month. Either you find her, or you tell us where she is. If you don't, you will suffer double what she will when she is found. After all, a slave did run away from her master and that is unacceptable." He covered up the real reason that he was looking for Bulma.
Chichi mutely nodded her head.
"Now get out of here," he growled.
Not wanting to stay there another second, she hurried out, breathing a sigh of relief. Realizing quickly that she would never be able to find Bulma, she let out a sob, but refrained from making any other noise. Hurrying back to her room, she threw herself on the bed and prayed for Kakkarot to return. What the King did not know was that she had already searched everywhere for her friend. Not only was there not trace of her, but there was no trace of any of her things missing, no clothes were taken out of her bedroom, there was no appearance of a struggle in Bulma's room. Chichi had no idea what to do, or where her friend was.
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Bulma could not have been any happier. It seemed that Vegeta was almost prepared to forgive her and talk to her again. After all, it was quite uncomfortable for one to sleep a bed with somebody who was pissed off at you.
**FLASHBACK**
The ship shuddered with take-off and Bulma grabbed the wall for support. There was still a lot of time to waste this day: it had only taken about three hours to completely destroy the planet and gather all the slaves they could. In total, the Saiyans had picked up around five thousands slaves; most of the other inhabitants were either too old, too young, or too strong.
Bulma tried her best to avoid the Saiyan Prince for the rest of the day. She knew he was pissed, but she did not know just how much. Taking her time, she sparred with Kakkarot, neither of them had seen much action. After sparring, she took a quick shower and ate dinner with him. Vegeta had not been seen, but Bulma knew that he was working in the Gravity Room.
The inevitable came and Bulma was forced to either sleep on the floor somewhere in the ship, or sleep in a nice, warm, soft, comfy bed with fluffy pillows. Prefering the latter, Bulma slowly dragged her feet down the hallway and into the bedroom she shared with an angry Prince.
I hope that he's not too p...pissed off, her thoughts trailed off as she saw Vegeta standing there, obviously waiting for her. She gulped visibly as his tail swished behind him. Her eyes following the flicking, furry appendage, Bulma wrapped her tail around her waist, silently wishing that this was not going to be a re-run of when he found her on the ship.
His onyx eyes caught the movement of her tail. "There is so much worse that I could do to you than squeeze your tail." He marched up to her, his hands balled in fists.
She growled at him. "Why would you do anything to me? All I did was make you angry enough to go Super Sai..." her words were cut off by Vegeta punching her hard in the stomach, sending her falling backwards and sliding down against the wall.
Leaning over, Vegeta grabbed her hair and pulled her up from the floor. He could not admit the truth to her. It hurt that she had stood there and insulted him, but he could not show her that he was weak and had emotions. "You made a fool out of me in front of my soldiers." He yanked her hair back, exposing a smooth, creamy neck.
Grinning, she caught him in his lie. "Nice try, Prince, but I happen to remember that you sent your soldiers away before you started the battle with those freaky natives."
Still keeping a hand in her hair, Vegeta spun her around to face him. "That's not the point. You still managed to insult me in front of Kakkarot, and that's almost as bad as doing it in front of the rest of my soldiers. He's probably fucking around with his goddamned buddies talking about how you insulted me!"
Bulma was fuming. "How I insulted you? How I fucking insulted you! You want to know something you prick?" she screamed at him, slapping him across the face. "You will never admit it, but I, not you, not fucking Kakkarot, I made you go Super Saiyan. And this is how you repay me, by pulling my fucking hair out!? In fact, I'm willing to bet that you couldn't do it again without me. " (*AN: uh oh! Is that some foreshadowing I see going on????).
"I don't need to prove myself to some slave," he spat, storming out of the room.
**END FLASHBACK**
They were two months away from Vegetasai and Kakkarot and Vegeta had significantly increased their power levels. Bulma, although working just as hard as the other two, could not increase her power level quickly, it kept growing at a gradual pace. It was most surprising on her part because after the day of the battle, Vegeta had made it his job to attack her with ferocity.
Training had ended for the day, and Bulma forced herself to take a cold shower, or else she would have fallen asleep under a rush of warm water. She collapsed onto the bed as Vegeta entered the room. He glared daggers at her back and turned to take his own shower.
The soothing sound of running water sent Bulma into a deep sleep. In her dream, she had become one of the aliens that had fought Vegeta. Bulma looked at her golden blond hair hanging in front of her face and then back at Vegeta, who had begun to glow. Being unable to control her body, sheer panic took over as the alien she inhabited attacked. He grabbed her leg and threw her into two of the other aliens. Bulma began to hyperventilate when she realized that Vegeta had come up behind her and had his feet on her shoulders. She screamed as he gripped her chin.
Shooting up in bed, Bulma wiped the sweat off her forehead. Vegeta had finished taking his shower and was standing in the doorway looking at her strangely.
"What the fuck happened to you, woman?" he quipped.
Her eyes snapped up and she frowned at him. "None of your goddamn business."
He narrowed his eyes. "I didn't want to hear your pathetic whining about some fucking nightmare, which, by the way, I know that you've had a lot of. You keep on waking me up with your panting and wretched whimpers. Tonight I would actually like to get some sleep."
"Fine!" Bulma yelled at him as she pushed herself out of the bed.
As she neared the door, Vegeta spoke. "If you set one foot outside of this room before I tell you that you can leave, I won't hesitate to rip your discolored tail off."
Disregarding his threat, she swished open the door and hovered a few inches above the ground and smirked. "Well, Prince... I haven't set my foot down yet.
His reaction was instantaneous. Before Bulma knew what happened, he had phased in behind her and threw her back into the room. Sealing the door behind him, he turned and advanced upon her menacingly.
***AN - I feel really bad for making everybody wait until I figured out what the hell I was going to write, so I tried to make this chapter a little longer... it just seemed too perfect to end where I did.
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