A little more lemon..
Last time:
Without saying a word they both stood, then took off in opposite directions, neither feeling hungry enough to eat. Vegeta made a beeline outside, while Bulma ran straight to the bathroom. Needless to say, their trip to Doon tomorrow was going to be a silent one.
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As Bulma boarded the ship, she couldn't help but re-think, for the millionth time, what had happened between her and Vegeta. All last night she thought about it, half-wondering if it had all been a dream. But when she saw him that morning, new it had to have been real. When he'd emerged from his room, she had been right there, with Furto, and his express told all; it had been priceless.
Vegeta headed straight for the control room of the Fewsk ship. He would have slammed the door, if it weren't automatic. Ever since his bizarre and steamy encounter with Bulma, he's been mentally beating himself up. He would have just written it off as foolishness and lust, if only he could get her out of his head. She was so beautiful and pure, with a raging temper that could match his own. His Saiyan mating instincts pulled him towards her, telling him she was the perfect mate. She had all the qualities of a female Saiyan, aside from the strength, she was perfect.
Furto, who had noticed the tension between them was thicker than usual, decided to not ask Bulma what was wrong until he was sure she wouldn't yell at him, he'd picked up on her temper. That night when neither showed up at dinner he went in search of Bulma, though didn't find her, for he didn't expect her to be in the bathroom.
"Bulma," Furto called, knocking on the door to the room she'd choosen as hers. It was much smaller than the one on the Capsule Corp. ship, though it had all the most up to date technology. It didn't take Bulma long to realize that any technology the Fewsks had was used for battle purposes, like the ship they were on.
"Yeah?" she mumbled from within.
"May..I come..in?" he asked, leaning his ear to the door, he could hear her sobs perfectly through the thick metal. It broke his heart to see her in this state. He's always had been the compassionate type, and seeing anyone hurt like this over someone was almost unbearable. He could see the love the two had for one another, but suspected both of their prides would not allow them to admit it. He knew this was definitely the case with Vegeta, for he knew pride consumed nearly the whole of his being, leaving little room for much else. For Bulma though, it was a little harder to see, he'd hardly picked up on it. Though the mixture of emotions so plainly written on her face was hard to miss. He knew, of course, that she struggled to hide it from everyone. It seemed that being attracted to the Saiyan was something of being dishonorable. He didn't quite know too much on human emotions, just that they mirror Fewsk ones closely, so he deciphered things from there. He was very much interested in this unlikely couple.
"Yeah, whatever," she huffed, trying her hardest to sound angry, though she knew she wasn't fooling anyone. Especially her new found friend, who was far too kind to feel any sort of ill feeling towards.
"Can..I..sp-sp..eak with..you?" he asked uneasily, taking a seat in the chair beside her bed. She was lying, face down on it, her head in a pillow.
"About?"
"Pr-Pr..Prince Ve-ge..ta." Her body stiffen immediately.
"What about the jerk?" she growled, picked her head up and glaring at the nervous Fewsk, though instantly felt bad and softened her eyes some. He shifted in his seat, trying not to look directly into her eyes, which were burning with anger. He'd struck a nerve with her that he knew should have been left alone. Love, he knew, was a very touchy subject, something not to be taken lightly. And for two beings to possess such a thing for one another, but not admit it to even themselves, was hard for him to comprehend. When Fewsks find their love they tell each other immediately, and a sort of marriage ceremony takes place. The two are never separated for the remainder of their lives, and are buried along side one another when they die. In many ways it is much like Saiyan bonds, though there is no real bond to speak of. Fewsks are loyal beings by nature, and to separate from a mate is considered treason, and the "criminal" is executed savagely, their remains burned and throw into the nearest swamp, a tradition Furto was less than proud of.
"Well..y-you and him..are fight-ing, saoi (Its yes, remember?)?" he whispered, almost inaudibly. He hated to pry into other's business, but he felt he should in this case. She was too upset for such a lovely creature.
"Saoi," she sighed, flopping her head back onto her pillow, though still facing him. True, it wasn't an actual fight, though it sure felt that way to her.
"Seeleta ka reki, Bulma. Degen-foo weln seq oyo celk tu queter ka saoit [Love is hard, Bulma. You'll figure it out when the time is right]." He switched to his own language, not wanting her to hear what he'd said. Figuring this, Bulma didn't bother asking what he'd said. She had more important things to worry about. Like how she was going to live with Vegeta, knowing what they had done. "Wou-would..you..l-l-like to star-t your l-l-lang-uage l-lesson now?" he asked, with somewhat less of a struggle with his Japanese, though not enough to notice.
"Sure," she sighed, sitting up and stretching. "Just let me get some coffee to wake myself up and then we can start." She stood, stretched once more, then walked out of the room to the kitchen.
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Vegeta growled angrily, glaring down at one of Bulma's shoes that she'd carelessly left in "his" control room, though it was the Fewsk ship, he still took command of that room. He was madder at himself, however, for taking things so far with the weak earth woman. He remembered his father telling him how he must choose an honorable mate to bring an heir to the throne. How angry he would be today if he knew how involved he'd become with a low class weakling, and an alien no less. He'd told his father that he did not wish to mate, and that it would interfere with his training. He'd simple dismissed his son's childish complaining, telling him he would mate whether he wished to or it was forced upon him.
He still didn't like the thought of mating, though the idea of having a female to please him was very appealing. He though, had done all the pleasing in the hall, and it had turned him on, more than he thought was healthy. Could he have enjoyed giving someone else pleasure that much? At all? He pondered the possibility a moment, then sighed, kicking Bulma's shoe to the other side of the room. And, as if sensing her things had been disturbed, she quietly walked into the control room, scooping up the abused shoe. She then walked over and retrieved the other one, then left without a word or even a glance at the statue-like prince.
"Bodso degen..velem, Vegeta?..Setta zex..popcorn reffen..tess hu Furto. Set ben zex degen..dookana-rama..seo..degen-namen keka[Are you..hungry, Vegeta?..I'm making..some popcorn for..me and Furto. I can make you..something else..if..you'd like]." Vegeta's head snapped up after realizing the Fewsk language did not come from Furto. The words were struggled and separated, though very impressive. How long had he been sitting in this room starring into space? ( Popcorn is an earth food, therefore no Fewsk term. And Bulma offered him something else cause he hates popcorn).
"Celika. Degene reveretia Fewsk [Damn. You're learning Fewsk]," was all he huffed, then bowed his head back in its original place, his chin tucked to his chest. Bulma mentally scratched her head, figuring out what he'd said.
"Yes, I'm learning Fewsk. I don't want to have to ask Furto what everyone is saying on Doon," she said, taking a seat on a slightly less button-cluttered control panel. "It's a rather long trip there, so I'm learning on the way..So, did you want anything?" He grunted, as he usually did, then lifted his head a bit.
"I don't care. Just keep that disgusting fluffy junk away from me."
Bulma walked slowly out to the kitchen, listening until she heard what she knew would come, Vegeta's sigh of relief when she was out of sight. She smiled at the noise, though couldn't think of why. It should have made her angry that he'd rather be alone in silence than talking to her, that he'd actually held his breath while she was present. Though something told her it was a smile-worthy sigh.
She clamored around in the kitchen for some time, trying to find the easiest thing to make that would cause the least amount of attitude from Vegeta. She settled finally on a simple peanut butter sandwich, for he detested any sort of jelly, though she knew one wouldn't be enough.
About ten minutes later she stumbled into the control room, a tray full of peanut butter sandwiches in one hand, a gallon of milk in the other. Subconsciously both wondered where her sudden kindness towards him came from. Vegeta arrogantly convinced himself that she'd finally come to her senses, where Bulma wrote it off as a side effect of the disease. "Here," she sighed, seeming exhausted.
"Are you feeling alright woman?" Vegeta blurted out without thinking, then immediately clamped his hand over his mouth. After a moment of silence, he slowly let it fall to his lap, then narrowed his brow. She sighed, knowing he was having a mental battle with himself, and handed him the tray, setting the milk jug by his feet.
"I'm fine Vegeta. Thanks for your concern." Before he could protest she was out the door.
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"Woman!" Vegeta growled, banging on the bathroom door. She'd been in there for well over an hour. "Woman answer me!" He'd been doing this for about five minutes, not even getting a huff for a response. "If you don't answer me I'll break the door down!!" He was sure that would at least get her to yell something in return, though frowned when there was only an eerie silence.
"Miss Bulma," Furto called, having noticed the trouble Vegeta was having. Nothing. "Bulma?" Silence. He was beginning to grow worried. "Bulma!?" This time he shouted, not masking his concern as Vegeta obviously had. They turned and looked at one another, neither saying what both were thinking. Eskes.
Vegeta formed a tiny ki ball on his fingertip, then traced the outline of the doorknob, for he knew if he simply knocked the door down, she might end up under it. The tarnished looking gold doorknob fell to the floor, making a loud thud noise, then cluttered as it rolled around for a moment. It would most definitely leave a dent in the linoleum. He nudged the door open with his knee, cringing slightly as the creaking noise it made. The sound of running water could be heard, obviously the shower. Steam filled the room, making it hard for Furto to see, though he spotted Bulma instantly.
"Bulma!" he gasped, cupping a shaky hand over his mouth. She was laying naked on the shower floor, the curtain covering her lower legs. Her eyes had a milky white glaze over them, sending shivers up both beings spines. Her cheek was pressed to the ground, causing her lips to curl up sideways. The water surrounding her that had not yet swirled down the drain had a pale orange-ish tint to it. Furto gasped again, having noticed the trail of blood seeping out of the corner of her mouth. She must have fallen hard, smacking her face on the ground. Her limbs were twisted and turned in uncomfortable looking positions, suggesting that she'd most likely blacked out while standing, then fell. Her gaze was aimed straight ahead, looking at some unseen object in the distance. She didn't appear to be breathing, her lips cracked and laced with a white film.
She looked dead.
After recovering from his initial shock, Vegeta ran to Bulma's side, scooping her instinctively into his arms. Her soaked locks of aqua blue stuck to her face and forehead, her cold lifeless eyes starring blankly up at him. With a trembling hand he gently pulled her eyelids shut, then turned to Furto, though growled when he found only an empty doorway. "Furto!" he howled, unintentionally tightening his grip on the frail naked woman. Seconds later the terrified Fewsk make stumbling into the bathroom, arms full of his various salves and oils. "Those don't work! They were supposed to keep her well for close to a week!"
"F-F-Forgive m-me sir," Furto stuttered, nervously opening all the bottles and tubes he'd carried in and dumped on the floor. "They should have w-w-worked. I-I-I..I be-lieve her con-dition w-w-was w-worse than we thought." He looked at the prince apprehensively, half expecting to be blown into oblivion. "These w-will h-h-help for n-now. When the the the Eskes are g-g-gone I have some-th-th-thing more for her." Vegeta only nodded, then proceed to lift her limp body and carry her out into her room and set her ever so gently on her bed. In doing this, Vegeta noticed how oddly cool her body felt. He then noticed, to his horror, the color of the glowing Eskes. White. Pure white. He could barely looked at them, having to turn his head away instead of watching Furto calm the wounds.
White Eskes and a cool clammy body was a sign for extreme danger Vegeta soon learned. Most who experienced such a stage in the disease died within 24 hours. Denj-sa came in two stages. Hot, which literally boiled the beings insides, but was very easy to keep under control, cold, however, was not so easy. It caused all organs to shut down, starting with the lungs. All open passageways were blocked with icy mucus, freezing the body. Bulma was showing early signs of the cold stage, though luckily her body was not yet blue in color.
Vegeta paced behind Furto, nervously biting his nails, and looking over at him every so often. Oils were the only things he was using, and very much of them. The wounds seemed to dim some when the oil made contact. "Vegeta," Furto said, not looking up from his ministrations. "Get..me a..cl- clothe and s-some hot w-water." It hadn't occurred to either of them that the Fewsk was speaking Japanese, and Vegeta ran out to do as he was told, without the slightest hint of hesitation.
Her attacks were coming more and closer together. A very bad sign. If it kept up, she could very well not make it to Doon in time.
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Two days later:
Bulma woke with a pounding headache, though much more severe than the usual ones she got after having an attack. She rubbed her temple slowly, as if it would help dull the pain some. It didn't. So she just sat up, propping herself on her elbows, and scanned the room.
Furto was in the far corner, sitting on the floor, his head leaning back on the wall. He didn't appear very comfortable, though looked as though it was the first time he'd slept in days, so she opted not to wake him. Vegeta was no where to be seen, though she knew he'd been there and quite recently, there was a slight impression at the bed's end, which, when she touched it, was still warm.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and immediately felt chilled. Her socks lay atop a pile of her clothes on the stand next to her bed. She snatched them up quickly, jamming them onto each foot. Next she reached to the chair beside the stand, grabbing her fluffy white robe and hugging it to her shivering body. She hadn't noticed that Vegeta was standing in the doorway, 'til she stood and was met eye to eye.
"Hi Vegeta," she said in a quiet undertone, almost inaudible. She subconsciously pulled her robe tighter and scratched an imaginary itch at the back of her neck. "I had another attack, huh?"
"You take it so lightly," he growled. She had almost died from her first hit of the cold stage. Neither he nor Furto had much hope for her if she had another.
"And why shouldn't I? We're headed for Doon where I'll be cured. I shouldn't have to act all depressed and scared because I'm not going to die." There was no real attitude in her voice. All of what she was saying was absolutely true, except of course the fact that she could die before they even arrive.
"Woman," he sighed heavily, bowing his head and taking it in his hand. He rubbed the tip of his widow's peak with his middle finger. Bulma thought if he rubbed any harder he'd wear a hole in his scalp. "You had a fit of Eskes. Of the.." He paused a moment, the words seemingly stuck in the back of his throat. "..the cold type..Do you remember anything?"
"Cold type?..Hmm, no not much. I was taking a shower, then felt a bit dizzy. The next thing I knew I was in bed. How long was I out?"
"Two days," he replied monotone, lifting his head, though not looking at her. "You almost died."
Her jaw immediately fell, letting a small gasp to escape. Did he just say what she thought he had?
"I-I-I..I almost died?" she whispered, as if saying it any louder would make it more true. Vegeta simply nodded, then narrowed his brow, trying to appear more serious.
"Your body was freezing itself. You passed out and didn't feel a thing, because your lungs and airways froze and caved in on themselves." The words came smoothly, as though he were teaching a class on the subject and was just repeating what he'd said for years. Bulma's eyes began to sting and a cough was caught in her throat. She fought to keep from crying, more for herself than the sake of not looking weak infront of Vegeta. She didn't want to believe him, believe that this disease, who's cure was only days away, could take her life if it acted up again.
"How..How..much longer before we reach D-Doon?" Her words were a mixture of sniffles and coughing.
"Five days," he said solemnly. She looked up into his eyes, cold and emotionless. But she didn't care, she needed comfort. Without thinking her arms latched around his neck, her head buried in his chest, sobbing and soaking his black long sleeved shirt ( Ooo! He must look sooo good in that!). He hesitantly placed a shaky hand on the back of her head. When she didn't react to it, he began rubbing the base of her skull. He would have enjoyed the feeling of her silky hair, if he would have allowed himself to.
He picked her up gently, holding an arm firmly under her knees, and carried her out into the kitchen. It was surprisingly warm in there, and Bulma guessed the oven must be on. "Wh-What is Furto making?" she managed after being set on the counter beside the stove.
"Some Fewsk dish," he mumbled, peeking in through the glass window. "Its for you." She smiled warmly at the kind gesture, then nodded. "So you want some?" She nodded again.
He pulled down the oven door, taking in the sweet smell of vegetables and meat mixed with spices. The meat was chicken, for Bulma had advised Furto not to bring any meat of the animals on Fewskm. The vegetables were a mix of the ones that had been on the other ship and some Furto had brought with him. He'd also brought some fruit, nuts, and breads. He was an extremely good cook, and had jumped at the chance to prepare a meal for Bulma when Vegeta had told him to. "Wow, that looks great," Bulma sighed with a smile, breathing in heavily. Vegeta picked up the knife and fork that were beside the stove and cut a large chunk of chicken and set it on a plate. Then he gathered some of the vegetables and put them onto of the meat. Bulma giggled inwardly at his hospitality. He reminded her of her mother with the way he was being so delicate with the food. Even Bulma would have just plopped it on her plate and shoveled it in, though by the looks of things, Vegeta would make her eat slowly.
"Open your mouth," he demanded, hold a fork with some chicken on it infront of her face.
"Vegeta I can-"
"Open your mouth," he repeated, setting his other hand on her knee. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, but did as she was instructed. He slid the fork into her mouth and she clamped down on it then he pulled it out and picked up some vegetables this time. "Open." Again she rolled her eyes before doing so.
"Wow, this stuff is great. I'll have to tell Furto what a great chef he is."
"All Fewsk healers can cook."
"Still, he deserves it." This time it was Vegeta who rolled his eyes are her comment. "He does," she insisted, then grabbed the fork from his hand and got a piece of chicken. "Open your mouth."
"Woman," he groaned, reaching out to take the fork back.
"No 'Geta, its my turn," she said pulling her arm back behind her head. He sighed heavily, then crossed his arms and did as she'd said. She gently placed the fork in his mouth and waited for him to take the food. "Eat it." He closed his mouth and she removed the fork. "Good huh?"
"Of course its good. Kami woman," he sighed, then leaned back slight. He looked intently into her eyes, and for a moment Bulma thought he may jump her, rip off all her clothes, and make mad passionate love to her right there on the counter. She wouldn't have protested. Instead though, he leaned forward and gave her an almost loving peck on the cheek. Immediately though he regretted his "foolish" actions and began to fumble, trying to speak but no words would come. In noticing this, Bulma decided not to make an issue of it, this time anyway, and simply return the gesture. Vegeta had to blink a few times before he realized just what had happened, and by then, she was already off the subject, taking small careful nibbles of some of the Fewsk vegetables.
"Well, thank you for the food Vegeta," Bulma said, hopping off the counter. She walked over to him, for he'd wandered from the stove some, and placed her hands gently on his shoulders. She hoisted herself on her toes and kissed his forehead lightly. "You can be a real sweetheart sometimes." Before he had a chance to defend himself, she was gone.
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Three days later:
"Re Bulma. Degenta gwell degene alalan veltum. Bekka-bekka [Ok Bulma. You've passed your language lessons. Congradutlations]," Furto said happily, clasping his hands around hers. She looked at the young Fewsk and smiled. She knew he was young, or at least not as old as Gergo, for his eyes had not yet begun to form small white spots. They were undoubtedly signs of aging and loss of vision. She'd have to remember to try a remedy on Gergo when they returned. It was the least she could do for their more than generous hospitality.
"Oh! Looloo remiti vesk [Oh! Thank you so much]!" she cheered, pulling her hands away and latching onto his neck. She nearly toppled her and the small creature over in her excitement.
"What's all the commotion about in here?" Vegeta growled, leaning against the doorway.
"Setta amasta az let Fewsk veltum [I'm done with my Fewsk lessons]!" She ran over and jumped into Vegeta's arms. Luckily for her he had lightning fast reflexes and was able to catch her before she fell to the ground.
"Teska degenflo juso [Calm yourself woman]," Vegeta mumbled, not setting her down, but instead adjusting her in his arms. She in turn tightened her grip around his neck, pulling herself so her head rested on his shoulder, her legs wrapped around his waist. Furto watched them from the other side of the room, then decided it would be a good idea if he left them alone. If anything was to happen between them, he didn't want to be the one to stop it. He slipped out the door, unnoticed by Bulma. *Foolish Fewsk* Vegeta thought, walking over to the bed and setting Bulma down. "Are you calm?"
"Yeah," she giggled, grabbing his collar and pulling him onto of her as she leaned back to lay down. She had his lips locked with hers and before he knew he was on top of her. Her hands wandered up into his unruly hair, while his were gliding over her curves down to her hips. His lips somehow made it to her neck, then collarbone, where he stopped, and began to nibble gently. "Vegeta," she moaned, grabbing handfuls of his hair. He lifted his head slightly, and smirked up at her. This time when their eyes met, neither felt the urge to flee.
"Woman," Vegeta sighed into her neck. He dragged his teeth along the length of her collarbone, then stopped at his destination. There he clamped his teeth down, slowly sinking them into her smooth flesh. Before he could break the skin however, his logic senses kicked in, and he pulled away.
"What's wrong?" she panted out of breath.
"Nothing," he hesitated, hoisting himself up to her lips, and claiming them. He slid his hands down her body, and upon coming to the bottom of her shirt, grabbed it and pulled it up and over her head. He tossed it on the floor, then began to work on her bra, having only slight difficulty. While he was busy with undressing her, Bulma began untying the string on his sweat pants, and pulling them down. To her delight he was not wearing any boxers.
He looked down at her naked body and was taken back a bit. She was magnificent. He ducked his head down and glided his tongue down her flat stomach. She giggled when he reached her belly button, then gasped when his tongue entered her forcefully. She had to grab the sheets and clench her teeth to keep from screaming in pleasure. His tongue danced around and in circles in her and just on the outside, teasing her. When he was finished there, he brought himself back up to her mouth. But before he had a chance to kiss her, she slid out from under him, then pushed him to his back. He didn't resist, seeing the passion and desire in her eyes. She too licked down his stomach, and stopped and tossed her head dramatically, her hair swinging behind her. Then, all at once, took him in her mouth, marveling at his sheer size. Once done with her little tease, she crawled back to her original position, and Vegeta climbed on top of her, spreading her legs gently with one hand.
"Vegeta," she whispered into the croak of his neck. "Tell me you want me..you need me.." Her voice was hoarse and strained.
"I want you more than anything woman," he admitted gruffly, positioning himself over her. Then, without warning, he plunged himself into her, smirking when she dug her nails into his back. He loved that about her.
"Ve-ge..ta.." she gasped, jerking her head back and moaning aloud. He only grunted in response and began thrusting into her, slowly at first, then picked up the pace as her moans grew louder and louder, though most were short and cut off with every thrust.
Sweat poured from both their bodies, mixing together, making them slid nicely with little friction. Bulma grabbed onto his shoulders, squeezing them tightly with his last forceful thrusts. Then, all at once, he collapsed on her, breathing heavily. "Woman," he sighed out of breath, pulling himself out.
"Vegeta.." He rolled off her and onto his side, pulling her against him and the blankets over them. He kissed her forehead lightly, then closed his eyes, welcoming sleep.
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---Chapter 9!! Heehee!! Sorry it was soooooo short! But ooooo! They finally got together!! :D
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Next time: Landing on Doon..
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Without saying a word they both stood, then took off in opposite directions, neither feeling hungry enough to eat. Vegeta made a beeline outside, while Bulma ran straight to the bathroom. Needless to say, their trip to Doon tomorrow was going to be a silent one.
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As Bulma boarded the ship, she couldn't help but re-think, for the millionth time, what had happened between her and Vegeta. All last night she thought about it, half-wondering if it had all been a dream. But when she saw him that morning, new it had to have been real. When he'd emerged from his room, she had been right there, with Furto, and his express told all; it had been priceless.
Vegeta headed straight for the control room of the Fewsk ship. He would have slammed the door, if it weren't automatic. Ever since his bizarre and steamy encounter with Bulma, he's been mentally beating himself up. He would have just written it off as foolishness and lust, if only he could get her out of his head. She was so beautiful and pure, with a raging temper that could match his own. His Saiyan mating instincts pulled him towards her, telling him she was the perfect mate. She had all the qualities of a female Saiyan, aside from the strength, she was perfect.
Furto, who had noticed the tension between them was thicker than usual, decided to not ask Bulma what was wrong until he was sure she wouldn't yell at him, he'd picked up on her temper. That night when neither showed up at dinner he went in search of Bulma, though didn't find her, for he didn't expect her to be in the bathroom.
"Bulma," Furto called, knocking on the door to the room she'd choosen as hers. It was much smaller than the one on the Capsule Corp. ship, though it had all the most up to date technology. It didn't take Bulma long to realize that any technology the Fewsks had was used for battle purposes, like the ship they were on.
"Yeah?" she mumbled from within.
"May..I come..in?" he asked, leaning his ear to the door, he could hear her sobs perfectly through the thick metal. It broke his heart to see her in this state. He's always had been the compassionate type, and seeing anyone hurt like this over someone was almost unbearable. He could see the love the two had for one another, but suspected both of their prides would not allow them to admit it. He knew this was definitely the case with Vegeta, for he knew pride consumed nearly the whole of his being, leaving little room for much else. For Bulma though, it was a little harder to see, he'd hardly picked up on it. Though the mixture of emotions so plainly written on her face was hard to miss. He knew, of course, that she struggled to hide it from everyone. It seemed that being attracted to the Saiyan was something of being dishonorable. He didn't quite know too much on human emotions, just that they mirror Fewsk ones closely, so he deciphered things from there. He was very much interested in this unlikely couple.
"Yeah, whatever," she huffed, trying her hardest to sound angry, though she knew she wasn't fooling anyone. Especially her new found friend, who was far too kind to feel any sort of ill feeling towards.
"Can..I..sp-sp..eak with..you?" he asked uneasily, taking a seat in the chair beside her bed. She was lying, face down on it, her head in a pillow.
"About?"
"Pr-Pr..Prince Ve-ge..ta." Her body stiffen immediately.
"What about the jerk?" she growled, picked her head up and glaring at the nervous Fewsk, though instantly felt bad and softened her eyes some. He shifted in his seat, trying not to look directly into her eyes, which were burning with anger. He'd struck a nerve with her that he knew should have been left alone. Love, he knew, was a very touchy subject, something not to be taken lightly. And for two beings to possess such a thing for one another, but not admit it to even themselves, was hard for him to comprehend. When Fewsks find their love they tell each other immediately, and a sort of marriage ceremony takes place. The two are never separated for the remainder of their lives, and are buried along side one another when they die. In many ways it is much like Saiyan bonds, though there is no real bond to speak of. Fewsks are loyal beings by nature, and to separate from a mate is considered treason, and the "criminal" is executed savagely, their remains burned and throw into the nearest swamp, a tradition Furto was less than proud of.
"Well..y-you and him..are fight-ing, saoi (Its yes, remember?)?" he whispered, almost inaudibly. He hated to pry into other's business, but he felt he should in this case. She was too upset for such a lovely creature.
"Saoi," she sighed, flopping her head back onto her pillow, though still facing him. True, it wasn't an actual fight, though it sure felt that way to her.
"Seeleta ka reki, Bulma. Degen-foo weln seq oyo celk tu queter ka saoit [Love is hard, Bulma. You'll figure it out when the time is right]." He switched to his own language, not wanting her to hear what he'd said. Figuring this, Bulma didn't bother asking what he'd said. She had more important things to worry about. Like how she was going to live with Vegeta, knowing what they had done. "Wou-would..you..l-l-like to star-t your l-l-lang-uage l-lesson now?" he asked, with somewhat less of a struggle with his Japanese, though not enough to notice.
"Sure," she sighed, sitting up and stretching. "Just let me get some coffee to wake myself up and then we can start." She stood, stretched once more, then walked out of the room to the kitchen.
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Vegeta growled angrily, glaring down at one of Bulma's shoes that she'd carelessly left in "his" control room, though it was the Fewsk ship, he still took command of that room. He was madder at himself, however, for taking things so far with the weak earth woman. He remembered his father telling him how he must choose an honorable mate to bring an heir to the throne. How angry he would be today if he knew how involved he'd become with a low class weakling, and an alien no less. He'd told his father that he did not wish to mate, and that it would interfere with his training. He'd simple dismissed his son's childish complaining, telling him he would mate whether he wished to or it was forced upon him.
He still didn't like the thought of mating, though the idea of having a female to please him was very appealing. He though, had done all the pleasing in the hall, and it had turned him on, more than he thought was healthy. Could he have enjoyed giving someone else pleasure that much? At all? He pondered the possibility a moment, then sighed, kicking Bulma's shoe to the other side of the room. And, as if sensing her things had been disturbed, she quietly walked into the control room, scooping up the abused shoe. She then walked over and retrieved the other one, then left without a word or even a glance at the statue-like prince.
"Bodso degen..velem, Vegeta?..Setta zex..popcorn reffen..tess hu Furto. Set ben zex degen..dookana-rama..seo..degen-namen keka[Are you..hungry, Vegeta?..I'm making..some popcorn for..me and Furto. I can make you..something else..if..you'd like]." Vegeta's head snapped up after realizing the Fewsk language did not come from Furto. The words were struggled and separated, though very impressive. How long had he been sitting in this room starring into space? ( Popcorn is an earth food, therefore no Fewsk term. And Bulma offered him something else cause he hates popcorn).
"Celika. Degene reveretia Fewsk [Damn. You're learning Fewsk]," was all he huffed, then bowed his head back in its original place, his chin tucked to his chest. Bulma mentally scratched her head, figuring out what he'd said.
"Yes, I'm learning Fewsk. I don't want to have to ask Furto what everyone is saying on Doon," she said, taking a seat on a slightly less button-cluttered control panel. "It's a rather long trip there, so I'm learning on the way..So, did you want anything?" He grunted, as he usually did, then lifted his head a bit.
"I don't care. Just keep that disgusting fluffy junk away from me."
Bulma walked slowly out to the kitchen, listening until she heard what she knew would come, Vegeta's sigh of relief when she was out of sight. She smiled at the noise, though couldn't think of why. It should have made her angry that he'd rather be alone in silence than talking to her, that he'd actually held his breath while she was present. Though something told her it was a smile-worthy sigh.
She clamored around in the kitchen for some time, trying to find the easiest thing to make that would cause the least amount of attitude from Vegeta. She settled finally on a simple peanut butter sandwich, for he detested any sort of jelly, though she knew one wouldn't be enough.
About ten minutes later she stumbled into the control room, a tray full of peanut butter sandwiches in one hand, a gallon of milk in the other. Subconsciously both wondered where her sudden kindness towards him came from. Vegeta arrogantly convinced himself that she'd finally come to her senses, where Bulma wrote it off as a side effect of the disease. "Here," she sighed, seeming exhausted.
"Are you feeling alright woman?" Vegeta blurted out without thinking, then immediately clamped his hand over his mouth. After a moment of silence, he slowly let it fall to his lap, then narrowed his brow. She sighed, knowing he was having a mental battle with himself, and handed him the tray, setting the milk jug by his feet.
"I'm fine Vegeta. Thanks for your concern." Before he could protest she was out the door.
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"Woman!" Vegeta growled, banging on the bathroom door. She'd been in there for well over an hour. "Woman answer me!" He'd been doing this for about five minutes, not even getting a huff for a response. "If you don't answer me I'll break the door down!!" He was sure that would at least get her to yell something in return, though frowned when there was only an eerie silence.
"Miss Bulma," Furto called, having noticed the trouble Vegeta was having. Nothing. "Bulma?" Silence. He was beginning to grow worried. "Bulma!?" This time he shouted, not masking his concern as Vegeta obviously had. They turned and looked at one another, neither saying what both were thinking. Eskes.
Vegeta formed a tiny ki ball on his fingertip, then traced the outline of the doorknob, for he knew if he simply knocked the door down, she might end up under it. The tarnished looking gold doorknob fell to the floor, making a loud thud noise, then cluttered as it rolled around for a moment. It would most definitely leave a dent in the linoleum. He nudged the door open with his knee, cringing slightly as the creaking noise it made. The sound of running water could be heard, obviously the shower. Steam filled the room, making it hard for Furto to see, though he spotted Bulma instantly.
"Bulma!" he gasped, cupping a shaky hand over his mouth. She was laying naked on the shower floor, the curtain covering her lower legs. Her eyes had a milky white glaze over them, sending shivers up both beings spines. Her cheek was pressed to the ground, causing her lips to curl up sideways. The water surrounding her that had not yet swirled down the drain had a pale orange-ish tint to it. Furto gasped again, having noticed the trail of blood seeping out of the corner of her mouth. She must have fallen hard, smacking her face on the ground. Her limbs were twisted and turned in uncomfortable looking positions, suggesting that she'd most likely blacked out while standing, then fell. Her gaze was aimed straight ahead, looking at some unseen object in the distance. She didn't appear to be breathing, her lips cracked and laced with a white film.
She looked dead.
After recovering from his initial shock, Vegeta ran to Bulma's side, scooping her instinctively into his arms. Her soaked locks of aqua blue stuck to her face and forehead, her cold lifeless eyes starring blankly up at him. With a trembling hand he gently pulled her eyelids shut, then turned to Furto, though growled when he found only an empty doorway. "Furto!" he howled, unintentionally tightening his grip on the frail naked woman. Seconds later the terrified Fewsk make stumbling into the bathroom, arms full of his various salves and oils. "Those don't work! They were supposed to keep her well for close to a week!"
"F-F-Forgive m-me sir," Furto stuttered, nervously opening all the bottles and tubes he'd carried in and dumped on the floor. "They should have w-w-worked. I-I-I..I be-lieve her con-dition w-w-was w-worse than we thought." He looked at the prince apprehensively, half expecting to be blown into oblivion. "These w-will h-h-help for n-now. When the the the Eskes are g-g-gone I have some-th-th-thing more for her." Vegeta only nodded, then proceed to lift her limp body and carry her out into her room and set her ever so gently on her bed. In doing this, Vegeta noticed how oddly cool her body felt. He then noticed, to his horror, the color of the glowing Eskes. White. Pure white. He could barely looked at them, having to turn his head away instead of watching Furto calm the wounds.
White Eskes and a cool clammy body was a sign for extreme danger Vegeta soon learned. Most who experienced such a stage in the disease died within 24 hours. Denj-sa came in two stages. Hot, which literally boiled the beings insides, but was very easy to keep under control, cold, however, was not so easy. It caused all organs to shut down, starting with the lungs. All open passageways were blocked with icy mucus, freezing the body. Bulma was showing early signs of the cold stage, though luckily her body was not yet blue in color.
Vegeta paced behind Furto, nervously biting his nails, and looking over at him every so often. Oils were the only things he was using, and very much of them. The wounds seemed to dim some when the oil made contact. "Vegeta," Furto said, not looking up from his ministrations. "Get..me a..cl- clothe and s-some hot w-water." It hadn't occurred to either of them that the Fewsk was speaking Japanese, and Vegeta ran out to do as he was told, without the slightest hint of hesitation.
Her attacks were coming more and closer together. A very bad sign. If it kept up, she could very well not make it to Doon in time.
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Two days later:
Bulma woke with a pounding headache, though much more severe than the usual ones she got after having an attack. She rubbed her temple slowly, as if it would help dull the pain some. It didn't. So she just sat up, propping herself on her elbows, and scanned the room.
Furto was in the far corner, sitting on the floor, his head leaning back on the wall. He didn't appear very comfortable, though looked as though it was the first time he'd slept in days, so she opted not to wake him. Vegeta was no where to be seen, though she knew he'd been there and quite recently, there was a slight impression at the bed's end, which, when she touched it, was still warm.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and immediately felt chilled. Her socks lay atop a pile of her clothes on the stand next to her bed. She snatched them up quickly, jamming them onto each foot. Next she reached to the chair beside the stand, grabbing her fluffy white robe and hugging it to her shivering body. She hadn't noticed that Vegeta was standing in the doorway, 'til she stood and was met eye to eye.
"Hi Vegeta," she said in a quiet undertone, almost inaudible. She subconsciously pulled her robe tighter and scratched an imaginary itch at the back of her neck. "I had another attack, huh?"
"You take it so lightly," he growled. She had almost died from her first hit of the cold stage. Neither he nor Furto had much hope for her if she had another.
"And why shouldn't I? We're headed for Doon where I'll be cured. I shouldn't have to act all depressed and scared because I'm not going to die." There was no real attitude in her voice. All of what she was saying was absolutely true, except of course the fact that she could die before they even arrive.
"Woman," he sighed heavily, bowing his head and taking it in his hand. He rubbed the tip of his widow's peak with his middle finger. Bulma thought if he rubbed any harder he'd wear a hole in his scalp. "You had a fit of Eskes. Of the.." He paused a moment, the words seemingly stuck in the back of his throat. "..the cold type..Do you remember anything?"
"Cold type?..Hmm, no not much. I was taking a shower, then felt a bit dizzy. The next thing I knew I was in bed. How long was I out?"
"Two days," he replied monotone, lifting his head, though not looking at her. "You almost died."
Her jaw immediately fell, letting a small gasp to escape. Did he just say what she thought he had?
"I-I-I..I almost died?" she whispered, as if saying it any louder would make it more true. Vegeta simply nodded, then narrowed his brow, trying to appear more serious.
"Your body was freezing itself. You passed out and didn't feel a thing, because your lungs and airways froze and caved in on themselves." The words came smoothly, as though he were teaching a class on the subject and was just repeating what he'd said for years. Bulma's eyes began to sting and a cough was caught in her throat. She fought to keep from crying, more for herself than the sake of not looking weak infront of Vegeta. She didn't want to believe him, believe that this disease, who's cure was only days away, could take her life if it acted up again.
"How..How..much longer before we reach D-Doon?" Her words were a mixture of sniffles and coughing.
"Five days," he said solemnly. She looked up into his eyes, cold and emotionless. But she didn't care, she needed comfort. Without thinking her arms latched around his neck, her head buried in his chest, sobbing and soaking his black long sleeved shirt ( Ooo! He must look sooo good in that!). He hesitantly placed a shaky hand on the back of her head. When she didn't react to it, he began rubbing the base of her skull. He would have enjoyed the feeling of her silky hair, if he would have allowed himself to.
He picked her up gently, holding an arm firmly under her knees, and carried her out into the kitchen. It was surprisingly warm in there, and Bulma guessed the oven must be on. "Wh-What is Furto making?" she managed after being set on the counter beside the stove.
"Some Fewsk dish," he mumbled, peeking in through the glass window. "Its for you." She smiled warmly at the kind gesture, then nodded. "So you want some?" She nodded again.
He pulled down the oven door, taking in the sweet smell of vegetables and meat mixed with spices. The meat was chicken, for Bulma had advised Furto not to bring any meat of the animals on Fewskm. The vegetables were a mix of the ones that had been on the other ship and some Furto had brought with him. He'd also brought some fruit, nuts, and breads. He was an extremely good cook, and had jumped at the chance to prepare a meal for Bulma when Vegeta had told him to. "Wow, that looks great," Bulma sighed with a smile, breathing in heavily. Vegeta picked up the knife and fork that were beside the stove and cut a large chunk of chicken and set it on a plate. Then he gathered some of the vegetables and put them onto of the meat. Bulma giggled inwardly at his hospitality. He reminded her of her mother with the way he was being so delicate with the food. Even Bulma would have just plopped it on her plate and shoveled it in, though by the looks of things, Vegeta would make her eat slowly.
"Open your mouth," he demanded, hold a fork with some chicken on it infront of her face.
"Vegeta I can-"
"Open your mouth," he repeated, setting his other hand on her knee. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, but did as she was instructed. He slid the fork into her mouth and she clamped down on it then he pulled it out and picked up some vegetables this time. "Open." Again she rolled her eyes before doing so.
"Wow, this stuff is great. I'll have to tell Furto what a great chef he is."
"All Fewsk healers can cook."
"Still, he deserves it." This time it was Vegeta who rolled his eyes are her comment. "He does," she insisted, then grabbed the fork from his hand and got a piece of chicken. "Open your mouth."
"Woman," he groaned, reaching out to take the fork back.
"No 'Geta, its my turn," she said pulling her arm back behind her head. He sighed heavily, then crossed his arms and did as she'd said. She gently placed the fork in his mouth and waited for him to take the food. "Eat it." He closed his mouth and she removed the fork. "Good huh?"
"Of course its good. Kami woman," he sighed, then leaned back slight. He looked intently into her eyes, and for a moment Bulma thought he may jump her, rip off all her clothes, and make mad passionate love to her right there on the counter. She wouldn't have protested. Instead though, he leaned forward and gave her an almost loving peck on the cheek. Immediately though he regretted his "foolish" actions and began to fumble, trying to speak but no words would come. In noticing this, Bulma decided not to make an issue of it, this time anyway, and simply return the gesture. Vegeta had to blink a few times before he realized just what had happened, and by then, she was already off the subject, taking small careful nibbles of some of the Fewsk vegetables.
"Well, thank you for the food Vegeta," Bulma said, hopping off the counter. She walked over to him, for he'd wandered from the stove some, and placed her hands gently on his shoulders. She hoisted herself on her toes and kissed his forehead lightly. "You can be a real sweetheart sometimes." Before he had a chance to defend himself, she was gone.
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Three days later:
"Re Bulma. Degenta gwell degene alalan veltum. Bekka-bekka [Ok Bulma. You've passed your language lessons. Congradutlations]," Furto said happily, clasping his hands around hers. She looked at the young Fewsk and smiled. She knew he was young, or at least not as old as Gergo, for his eyes had not yet begun to form small white spots. They were undoubtedly signs of aging and loss of vision. She'd have to remember to try a remedy on Gergo when they returned. It was the least she could do for their more than generous hospitality.
"Oh! Looloo remiti vesk [Oh! Thank you so much]!" she cheered, pulling her hands away and latching onto his neck. She nearly toppled her and the small creature over in her excitement.
"What's all the commotion about in here?" Vegeta growled, leaning against the doorway.
"Setta amasta az let Fewsk veltum [I'm done with my Fewsk lessons]!" She ran over and jumped into Vegeta's arms. Luckily for her he had lightning fast reflexes and was able to catch her before she fell to the ground.
"Teska degenflo juso [Calm yourself woman]," Vegeta mumbled, not setting her down, but instead adjusting her in his arms. She in turn tightened her grip around his neck, pulling herself so her head rested on his shoulder, her legs wrapped around his waist. Furto watched them from the other side of the room, then decided it would be a good idea if he left them alone. If anything was to happen between them, he didn't want to be the one to stop it. He slipped out the door, unnoticed by Bulma. *Foolish Fewsk* Vegeta thought, walking over to the bed and setting Bulma down. "Are you calm?"
"Yeah," she giggled, grabbing his collar and pulling him onto of her as she leaned back to lay down. She had his lips locked with hers and before he knew he was on top of her. Her hands wandered up into his unruly hair, while his were gliding over her curves down to her hips. His lips somehow made it to her neck, then collarbone, where he stopped, and began to nibble gently. "Vegeta," she moaned, grabbing handfuls of his hair. He lifted his head slightly, and smirked up at her. This time when their eyes met, neither felt the urge to flee.
"Woman," Vegeta sighed into her neck. He dragged his teeth along the length of her collarbone, then stopped at his destination. There he clamped his teeth down, slowly sinking them into her smooth flesh. Before he could break the skin however, his logic senses kicked in, and he pulled away.
"What's wrong?" she panted out of breath.
"Nothing," he hesitated, hoisting himself up to her lips, and claiming them. He slid his hands down her body, and upon coming to the bottom of her shirt, grabbed it and pulled it up and over her head. He tossed it on the floor, then began to work on her bra, having only slight difficulty. While he was busy with undressing her, Bulma began untying the string on his sweat pants, and pulling them down. To her delight he was not wearing any boxers.
He looked down at her naked body and was taken back a bit. She was magnificent. He ducked his head down and glided his tongue down her flat stomach. She giggled when he reached her belly button, then gasped when his tongue entered her forcefully. She had to grab the sheets and clench her teeth to keep from screaming in pleasure. His tongue danced around and in circles in her and just on the outside, teasing her. When he was finished there, he brought himself back up to her mouth. But before he had a chance to kiss her, she slid out from under him, then pushed him to his back. He didn't resist, seeing the passion and desire in her eyes. She too licked down his stomach, and stopped and tossed her head dramatically, her hair swinging behind her. Then, all at once, took him in her mouth, marveling at his sheer size. Once done with her little tease, she crawled back to her original position, and Vegeta climbed on top of her, spreading her legs gently with one hand.
"Vegeta," she whispered into the croak of his neck. "Tell me you want me..you need me.." Her voice was hoarse and strained.
"I want you more than anything woman," he admitted gruffly, positioning himself over her. Then, without warning, he plunged himself into her, smirking when she dug her nails into his back. He loved that about her.
"Ve-ge..ta.." she gasped, jerking her head back and moaning aloud. He only grunted in response and began thrusting into her, slowly at first, then picked up the pace as her moans grew louder and louder, though most were short and cut off with every thrust.
Sweat poured from both their bodies, mixing together, making them slid nicely with little friction. Bulma grabbed onto his shoulders, squeezing them tightly with his last forceful thrusts. Then, all at once, he collapsed on her, breathing heavily. "Woman," he sighed out of breath, pulling himself out.
"Vegeta.." He rolled off her and onto his side, pulling her against him and the blankets over them. He kissed her forehead lightly, then closed his eyes, welcoming sleep.
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---Chapter 9!! Heehee!! Sorry it was soooooo short! But ooooo! They finally got together!! :D
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Next time: Landing on Doon..