By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama, Bird Studios/Shueisha, FUNimation, etc… (notice my name is not in there anywhere)
Chapter 2
Bulma decided the best
thing to do was to ignore Vegeta. Which was easy enough, except
when she wanted to sleep. He still had not risen almost seven hours
later and she bleakly wondered what she would do. Her eyelids had
been drooping for the last hour and she needed a nap.
But she definitely
did not want to sleep next to Vegeta! Even if it was the only bed.
She wished that those guys hadn't destroyed HER ship. It had three
beds.
Damn it! She
didn't want to sleep next to Vegeta! She was already attracted to
him. It was bad enough that she had to keep reminding herself that
she loved Yamcha, her first and only boyfriend.
But she was so tired!
She was tired of staring out into space and thinking about…Vegeta!
She frowned and sat
up straighter. This whole time! She'd been thinking about nothing
but Vegeta and the conflicting emotions he caused in her. What the
hell was going on? Was she crazy? Vegeta most likely hated
her as much as she feared him. But for the moment he needed her,
and she needed sleep.
Making up her mind
about something, regardless of its significance, was somewhat of a relief
to her. She got up and went to the lower floor trying to ignore the
fact that Vegeta did look really cute, even with his crazy hair.
She stopped at the foot of the bed.
"Vegeta!" She yelled
loudly. She was almost sorry when he instantly sat up, his eyes wide
and alarmed. His eyes darted back and forth as if he'd forgotten
where he was. When he realized she was there she was faintly surprised
to see relief in his gaze. But the moment was gone quickly and he
glared at her in irritation.
"What?" he groaned,
his eyelids drooping as the shock wore off. He yawned and stretched
and for a moment Bulma couldn't reply, only stare at the perfectly sculpted
physique in front of her.
"I need to sleep."
She said quickly, before she got caught gawking. The irritation on
his face deepened quickly into anger.
"So fucking go to sleep
then!" he yelled. "Why did you have to wake me up? I just fell asleep!"
"I want to sleep in
the bed! You've slept nearly eight hours!" he frowned.
"So sleep. I'll
be sleeping too. What's the big deal?" he said softly.
He yawned again and lay back down.
Bulma growled in anger. He obviously
wasn't getting out of bed. The prick. And she wasn't going
to sleep on the damn floor. Did he sleep all the time? She took off
everything but her black bodysuit and crawled into bed next to him.
She considered sleeping opposite of him, but she knew she kicked in her
sleep and she didn't know if he did or not. She'd rather not get
kicked in the face. She'd never be beautiful again if she survived.
Vegeta slept already beside her, his breathing
deep and even. She sighed and tried to get comfortable, but wasn't
sure how.
She was dismayed to realize that she would
be most comfortable snuggled up with someone or hogging up the whole bed.
She could do neither and so began to toss and turn. After getting
tangled in the sheets and having to get out of bed to get untangled (and
accidentally seeing Vegeta's quite bare and very nice butt) she lay flat
on her back wrapped in the one thin sheet she'd managed to pry from Vegeta's
death-like grip.
Then, without warning, Vegeta rolled over
onto his stomach and his arm flung across her waist. She froze as
if she'd just seen a snake. He was only an inch away now and snoring
very softly. And she knew that snoring didn't go away until it got
so loud that it was a damn miracle it didn't wake the source.
"Shit." She hissed. What to do?
Should she try and move his arm and risk his anger when he woke and saw
them like this? Would he be angry? Probably.
Just go to sleep Bulma. Go to sleep.
Just close your eyes and worry about it tomorrow. Worry about Vegeta
and Goku and everyone else tomorrow. Right now YOU need sleep.
And that's all that matters right now. Not Vegeta, not Yamcha, YOU.
GO TO SLEEP.
She tried. She let the phrase repeat
in her head over and over until the words themselves ceased to make sense
and sometime after she slipped into Dream.
He woke to find the onna in his arms.
She was pressed to him. Every curve of her body molded to his.
Her arms were wrapped around him. And he was holding her tight.
For the space of several deep breaths all he could do was stare.
She was beautiful! Why? Why
did she have to be so beautiful? It almost hurt to look at her.
How could someone like her not be a pleasure slave? Zarbon had once
commented that Frieza would have sold him as such if he'd had no fighting
ability. He shuddered at the memory. That and something else.
He didn't dare want to admit it though. Even to himself. But
the mind and the body are sometimes two different beings. And right
now, the body was reacting to the stunning girl in his arms.
But his mind was chaos.
He quickly released her, rolled out of
her grasp, and gracelessly onto the floor in a tangle of sheets and blankets.
He winced as pain shot up his spine after landing on his ass and the still-sensitive
stub where his tail used to be. That thought sent a chill through
his veins that immediately killed all desire.
His tail. His poor tail. He'd
almost forgotten. It still hadn't grown back and he was wondering
what the hell was taking so long. It had been over a month since
he'd lost it. Almost two. He sat up and glared at Bulma as
if she'd been the perpetrator. But he expression quickly softened
as he watched her sleep, blissfully unaware that he'd thrown himself out
of bed upon waking.
Why was he attracted to her? She
was loud and weak. True it had been over a year since the last time
he'd had sex. But he'd only been awake for about eight or nine weeks
of that whole time. He and Nappa had slept a year away in the pods
on the way to earth. It was strange. He didn't even know how
old he was anymore. Not that it mattered how old he was. But
so much time wasted! It was a miracle their muscles hadn't atrophied
on the way there.
The stasis chambers contained in each
pod literally stopped time, on the other hand. Maybe his chronological
age was older but in reality he was only about twenty-eight. Not
even in his prime yet. Not for many years.
Not for the first time he was grateful
that his train of thought had the habit of switching tracks rapidly.
He got up and headed to the bathing chamber and took a quick shower.
The onna was still asleep when he emerged.
He found a pair of baggy shorts of a dull sand color and put them on.
But it was the only article of clothing he could find. It didn't
matter really. His combat uniform was destroyed. He didn't
even want to look at it. Especially not the small hole from Frieza's
killing blow. He shivered at the memory and sat down on the bed.
Sudden nausea swept through him and he couldn't account for the sensation
at first. It dawned on him that he couldn't remember the last time
he'd eaten! The realization made the pain in his stomach intensify
as if to add proof to the thought. He sighed, knowing what would
happen if he didn't find food immediately and grabbed the woman's ankle
and began to shake her.
"Onna!" he demanded. She moaned,
rolled over and tried to burrow into the mattress it seemed. "Get
up!" he yelled, shaking her harder.
"Leave me alone!" came the muffled
reply.
"No! I need to eat right now!" he
shouted. She suddenly sat up, like a marionette pulled by strings.
"There's food in the fridge! Leave
me alone!" she said pointing. His eyes followed her arm and
spotted a large, white rectangle. She flopped on her back and curled
up again.
"Bitch." He muttered and quickly made
his way over.
There was food inside. But barely
enough. He groaned in misery. What the hell would he do?
Eat it all and let the onna starve? Who would fly the ship?
His stomach roared as if to say he had no choice in the matter. Which
he didn't. He knew he couldn't figure out how to fly the ship himself.
He usually could at least, but he'd gotten a glimpse of some really strange
marks on the controls and he had no clue as to what they said.
So he ate as fast as he could, knowing
that eating fast made you full faster. He ate half of what was left
after Goku's earlier feast and then headed upstairs to see if he could
figure out where they were. If he could figure that out maybe he
could find one of Frieza's bases to raid. After all, Frieza's strongest
men were all dead. He was the strongest now. But the thought
didn't even bring a touch of pride. It didn't matter. He no
longer served Frieza and Kakarotto had become a Super Saiyan.
He had failed to avenge his people.
And even worse than that, he'd failed to avenge himself! All he'd
dreamt of for the past twenty years was killing Frieza. Now what
would he do? He had nothing to strive for. The only hope he
had was that Kakarotto lived. Then he had a chance to make everything
right.
Somehow he would obtain Super Saiyan and
kill Kakarotto. He would beat him inch by bloody inch. He would
make him scream! He stared at the stars without really seeing them.
He didn't see anything until everything went out of focus. His eyes
were filled with hot, shameful tears.
He growled and angrily wiped them away.
After all that sleep he was still tired. But he couldn't crawl back
into bed with her. When he'd woken to find her in his arms, pressed
against him.. he groaned as his body swiftly repeated its earlier response.
"What the hell?" he snarled. There
was no way he could think about this! She was far too weak anyway.
But the thoughts were too tempting! He shook his head angrily.
It wouldn't really have mattered if she wasn't so fragile.. he mused.
It wasn't like he'd ever been with a Saiyan female before. They were
all wiped out when he was pre-sexual. He only had vague memories
of any Saiyan females.
He glared out into space as though the
lonely stars offended him. His Cupid's bow mouth was turned down
at the corners. But recognition soon dawned in his eyes. Not
far to the right side of the ship was a solar system that Frieza had conquered
years ago. He was amazed. He remembered how Frieza and his
older brother Cooler had fought over the system, sending dozens of each
of their men to kill each other for it.
He remembered a mission he and Nappa had
undertaken to this very system not three years ago. It had been slightly
unnerving. Their pods were unarmed and until the reached planet-side,
they were completely vulnerable. They very idea of such vulnerability
had not sat well with Vegeta or Nappa. A flight of Frieza's pods
had just been destroyed en route to this system. He tried to recall
the largest life-supporting planet. A large planet with purple skies
and a pale blue sun. Dori-Gilar. Its sun was called Avica.
The moon was named Justiple. Its people were long dead, but
they had been called… Dokai-jinn's.
The planet had been rich with minerals
and full of animal and plant life. It had the potential to easily
support any army. Cooler hadn't even really wanted it, but his and
Frieza's rivalry had made it all the more appealing. Was Cooler there
now though? Did it even matter to him that this planet was free?
Or was he still his usual, asshole self? Refusing to take what he
didn't have to steal or fight for?
He hoped, for their sake. The thought
of having to fight his way through an army did appeal to him, but the onna
could not take care of herself in such a place. She could easily
be killed, and then how would he get to…
Where exactly was he going? What
was he going to do now? Maybe he should just destroy any resistance
and begin his campaign to rule the universe now? He sighed and tugged
his thick, dark-brown locks. For some reason the thought was distinctly
unappealing. It was a surprising revelation. But he really
had no desire to rule anymore. It didn't seem right. Something
about the whole idea made him feel as if Frieza was again breathing down
his neck. Like he only wanted to rule everything to spite his former
master.
How glorious it would have been though!
To have the strength to oppose Frieza, take all he claimed as his own,
and THEN destroy the cross-dressing lizard when HE saw fit. When Frieza
had nothing and no one to do his dirty work for him. That would truly
be great.
A soft, wistful smile graced his features
for a moment, but quickly faded. He had to wake the onna and make
her change the direction of the ship. At their present course they
would pass the system in a half hour. He headed downstairs.
Bulma fought waking. She burrowed
under covers and pillows until she felt two strong hands grasp her ankles
and drag her - not ungently - out of bed.
"Get up and change the ships course and
you can go back to sleep for awhile." Vegeta commanded. There was
a strange note in his voice that made her sit up. He looked.. pale,
unhappy. More so than usual. But she wasn't going to do his
bidding without a fight. She was no slave.
"Piss off! Why can't you do it?
Are you illiterate?" she snapped peevishly. Vegeta blinked in surprise.
Was she giving him attitude?
"Bitch, get your fat ass out of bed!"
he growled. He was almost unnerved when she leapt out of bed, her
face a delicate pink, her eyes flashing.
"Fuck you, Vegeta! I'm not your
little servant girl! Learn how to read!" he looked highly offended.
"I know how to read, bitch! I can't read
that slop you call writing! It's illegible! If we don't stop here
we won't have enough food to make it to your precious Chikyuu! Do
you want to starve to death before you get home?" she gave him a
strange, secret smile and again he felt almost intimidated.
"The only one who will starve will be
you, Saiyan." She hissed the last word as if it were a curse. He
scowled darkly.
"Your right. I'll kill you before
that happens though." She rolled her eyes and he felt the urge to
slap her. But instead he smiled. "Just do it. You want
to get home don't you?" she shrugged and glared at him one last time
as she headed up the stairs and to the controls. He stood riveted
in place for several minutes. That human… she was too Saiyan!
It was startling! Her anger had almost been palatable. He had
felt it like the heat of the sun. He was caught between admiration
and dread. He was already attracted to her! This only added
to that, making everything that much more difficult.
TBC
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