A Match Made in Heaven

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This should have been on the last chapter, but I HAVE REACHED MY 200 MARK!!! *sniffles* I would like to thank my mother, *sobs*, and my daddy, *leaks even more* and I would also like to thank Jesus Christ for making this all happen... I would be nowhere without them!

Oh, and P.S.... I'm going to make you wait to read the results of Vegeta's anger!.... hehe.... sorry, I know I'm sadistic *grinz*... and definitely not religious (see the above comment, if you missed the irony).

Chapter 19 ~ Angry Saiyans

Chichi had a growing sense of fear slowly swelling into an uncontrollable dread of what would happen to her when the King discovered that she could not find Bulma anywhere. Although she knew the reasons the King gave her for finding Bulma were false, she knew that she was absolutely and completely powerless, to defend herself against the angry Saiyan. Her muscles tensed as she began to think of some of the horrible things that he could do to her... after all, her father used to scare her into submission by telling her that the King was going to get her and do awful things to her, things that Chichi wished she could forget. Her father loved more than anything to fill her mind with disturbed images of a possible punishment for getting out of line. Oh how she wished Kakkarot was here!

Her mind reeled with a million questions. Where was Bulma? How the hell did she get away from the castle? What was she doing? How could she possibly have left her behind? It pained Chichi and annoyed her to no end that Bulma would have just left without saying goodbye, without telling her friend where she was going... without even including her friend in her escape. Not that she wanted to leave Kakkarot, that cute Saiyan, or anything like that, but she and Bulma always did everything together and if her friend wanted to escape, well then so did she.

Her inner rant was distracted by the sudden thought of Kakkarot. She wondered how he was faring in the purging of a strange planet... Chicky-yew, or something of the sort. He was not due back for at least another two months, so he would not be there to protect her from the King. There was nothing that neither she nor Kakkarot could do to prevent King Vegeta from harming her... unless she found Bulma. But that was out of the question, she would never betray Bulma to the King, even if it cost Chichi her life, she just hoped that Bulma would do the same for her.

A loud knock on the door made her heart skip a beat. She slowly slid open the door to reveal a soldier clad in the royal armor... probably one of the king's guards. His facial expression hardly changed as he spoke. "His Majesty wishes to see you, immediately."

Fear completely took over her whole body and Chichi gripped the door in order to maintain balance and to prevent her from shaking uncontrollably. The soldier roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room, allowing the door to slam behind him. Practically dragging her through the halls, the soldier threw her in front of the king's feet when they reached the throne room.

Meekly, she lifted her head up and looked at him. "Y-your Highness. I...I... one m-"

"Silence!" King Vegeta bellowed. He ran his fingers through his beard before continuing. "I remember you more clearly now. The runaway slave brought you in with her, which probably means that you are more than just close friends... you're practically sisters in relationship to each other. The last time I summoned you, I believed that you would know where she was because my brat and Kakkarot are sickeningly close."

Chichi nodded mutely.

Another pause, one in which Chichi thought everyone could hear her heat beat rapidly. "I no longer want you searching for her."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "But your Highness... I thought tha..." she trailed off as the King glared at her.

"Instead of you going to her and finding her... I will make her come to you."

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Contrary to Vegeta's belief, Kakkarot was not 'fucking around' with his buddies. He had gone to his room in a strange emotional state for an outgoing Saiyan like him. Kakkarot was unable to describe what he was feeling, although he was almost positive that it was fear. What would he have to fear... no, wait... not what, but who? The only person that could even come close to beating him was Vegeta and if there was somebody stronger, well, he had yet to show himself. But yet there it was; the uncanny feeling that sends shivers down your spine when you think that you're alone. Nothing had done that before and it was like he was a child once more, afraid of the dark, afraid of what could not be seen.

Kakkarot fell down on the bed and closed his eyes, hoping that this feeling would just leave... go away... not bother him anymore. Emotions and fear are for the weak, and Kakkarot certainly was not weak. A horrific scene ripped through his head and the fear rushed through him like greased lightning. He bolted upright and held his sweating face in his shaking hands.

"Chichi..." he moaned, wondering what could be making her so afraid.

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Pulling herself up off the floor, Bulma glared at the angry Prince who was advancing upon her quickly. She did not know whether to be scared or show Vegeta that even she would not let a spoiled Prince push her around like a slave... wait... wasn't she his slave? That's beside the point, Bulma wanted mostly to prove to him that she was strong.

She stood her ground as he moved towards her. When he stepped closer, Bulma backed away, cowering in fear. Vegeta almost smirked at the thought that she was scared of him... but in a sick way it disturbed him. With his concentration on the inner battle of pleasure or guilt, Bulma reached out with her hand and slashed at his face with her sharp, little nails. Unfortunately, she had miscalculated and only managed to nick his chin. The Prince stared at her almost in disbelief... one moment she had been recoiling in fright and the next Bulma was attacking him.

Vegeta did not wipe at the little cut that dripped blood down his neck. Instead, he aimed a kick at her head, which she promptly blocked, throwing a punch of her own. He brought an arm down on top of hers, preventing the attack from reaching him and elbowed her in the chin, snapping her head back viciously. Falling backwards from the force of the blow, Bulma realized that he had knocked her clear into the bathroom. She threw everything that she could find at him. Bars of soap flew at him and razors bounced off his chest, doing no damage. Knowing that petty little objects like that were not going to hurt him, she ripped a towel bar off the wall and brandished it like a sword.

"You need a weapon to try to help you defend yourself against me?" he snarled.

Bulma, refusing to reply, lashed out with a sharp end of the metal towel bar, carving a deep wound into his left shoulder. With his right hand, he gripped the bar and yanked it out of her hands. Throwing it behind him, Vegeta, disregarding the bloody hole in his arm, grabbed her neck, picked her up and heaved her back into the bedroom. Bulma yelped in pain as the bar ripped an opening in her shirt, slightly tearing a long cut across her back.

The angry Saiyan picked his slave up off the floor and held her in a chokehold. She gasped for air as he tightened his grip when she attempted to wrench herself out of his grasp. Vegeta growled and pulled her close enough that he could feel the heaving, choking breaths that she was attempting to make. His bleeding arm remained around her neck, however, his right hand wandered down her body. Bulma quivered at the light touch and reached down to grab his other arm when he tightened the hold on her neck, causing her to choke and grab his other arm in an attempt to remove it from her neck.

His wandering hand reached the edge of her shirt and slowly slipped under it. He nuzzled his face into her neck. "You see, Bulma..." the hand moved higher... "I could do ..." even higher... "so much worse..." her body shivered has he gently brushed the underside of her breasts... "than grab your tail." Vegeta's teeth were lightly grazing her shoulder and neck, trying with all his strength to resist biting into the sweet flesh that was exposed to him.

The temptation rapidly left his mind as a frantic knocking destroyed any thoughts of what he could have done.

***AN - The last chapter inspired me. I love writing about when people are angry... maybe it's just the fact that I'm not allowed to be angry at home.

Oh gosh! I don't even know where I'm going with this story! I wonder... is that bad? Hmm... maybe I'll get some inspiration after I pump myself full of sugar and caffeine... or maybe I need to get drunk, that could possibly inspire me.

Ok! Ok! I'm soooo exited that I just have to tell all my wonderful readers! I'm a junior this year (high school)... and I absolutely refused to continue taking Physics with this bitch as my teacher. So, my mom (at the beginning of the year) allowed me to drop it, still leaving me with five, everyday, regular classes. Well, I wanted to be in AP Chemistry next year, but that requires Physics... it really pissed me off because I was going to waste my summer at some dumb college taking a stupid Physics there in order to get this class. Well... today was my lucky day. I talked to the head of the Science Department, and he said (being that he is also our Hon. Physics teacher) that he would recommend me for Honors Physics and AP Chem next year... all I had to do was make sure it was okay with the Chem teacher and, of course, she loves me. So not only am I freeing up my summer, but I get to have the two coolest science teachers next year!

Alright, so I'm not done yet! This is a big bummer... I'm having my wisdom teeth removed on Valentine's Day... and five days later, I leave to spend the next three days singing at the Regional chorus, and then performing a concert only a week after the teeth have been removed. But, oh wait, that's not the best part. There are four of us going... my music teacher's daughter, a senior girl, myself and a senior guy. My music teacher, being that he lives near where the concert is being held, has decided that he is going to host all of us. How freaky is that going to be staying at your music teacher's house, especially when you don't like his daughter, you don't really talk to the other girl that's going to be there... and the boy... well... need I say more? Don't worry... I'll live... but only because my braces (yes... I'm a friggin' junior and I have braces, stop making fun of me!) come off after my mouth heals!

*sighs* I know just how much you love hearing about my life, but I'm really going to stop now and go upstairs to get some Mike & Ikes... one of the best candies in the world.

Don't get fat by eating too many chocolates... I know I certainly won't be eating them... or doing much else for that matter. I'll be too drugged up on pain killers that I probably... probably won't be able to write around the 14th, but I love you all anyway!

Oh yeah... and reach... heh... read would be the world I was looking for... Dark Angel by Camaro, it is extremely well written, and deserving of everybody's praise.

~*OceanOfHell*~