Last time:
"That's the signal." Uvagon was suddenly back in command, hopping to his feet and offering Bulma his hand. She took it this time, smiling up at him; she was going to give him a better life, a life worth living, just as he was helping her to live by supplying them with the Elpin.
"Thank you," she whispered as Uvagon gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her out into the empty hall.
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Bulma was dragged halfway to their destination; when Uvagon felt particularly unsafe, he picked her up and took to the air, carrying her the rest of the way. When they got there, he gently dropped her in a collection of bushes, checked for guards, then came to join her, panting like mad. He settled down beside her, leaning his head against a thick trunk of one of the brushes, that Bulma soon realized were more like small, puffy trees.
"When are they getting here?" she finally asked, after Uvagon continued to sit in silence, expecting her to do the same.
"As soon as they can," he sighed, his breathing back to normal, though his face still had a sheen of sweat. "It may take awhile, Urgadoan is not likely to simply take their word for it that I'm gone. She'll have the home checked before she leaves them be."
"Wasn't there a better way? I mean, without the running around and-not to be rude-without you?"
He laughed at this, quietly, so not to rouse the sleeping guards just beyond the mud-brick walls of the Dry Fields. "Yes, probably, but it would take longer, and time is everything with you, is it not?" She nodded, frowning sheepishly. "Oh, no, I didn't mean to be rude. I only meant that you need the Elpin as soon as possible and this was the quickest way. Without my assistance you would have found out much too late that Urgadoan would cross you."
She smiled up at him, for he was straightened against the wall and she was laying back on her hands, fingers digging into the loose, dusty soil. For some reason, she felt completely safe with him, as if they'd known each other all their lives, not only less than an hour as it were. He smiled back, as if the same thought was floating around in his head; she wished he didn't have to leave, but at least she'd have time to get to know him better while he was being taken to Excaro.
"Then I don't know how to thank you. I owe you my life."
"Please," he whispered, a deep shade of violet coming to his pale purple cheeks; she's made him blush. "I only wished to assist you because I knew I could. And it's a good thing I did. I owe you my life as well."
"Well I hardly believe in getting something for nothing, but I would have helped you regardless." She paused, giving him a sideways look. "You're nothing like how Furto described the Drens."
"I take it that he was referring to the ones that the Geranomes took with them to Geranoma. I knew nothing of my ancestry, not even my own parents. My name was chosen out of a drawing."
"Well, your life is about to change for the better, my friend. You'll be with those who'll understand you."
"My cellmates understood me. What I'm looking for is a mate." Bulma couldn't help but notice that he looked directly at her as he said this, his tone dropping slightly towards the end. She shivered inwardly as a sensation crawled up her spine; she had to admit, he was pretty good looking. Hell! He was gorgeous!
"Well-I-er-females on Excaro," she said stupidly, a red tint creeping onto her face.
"Bulma, is it?" She nodded, hoping he couldn't see her blushing cheeks. "Bulma, my life has turned me away from Geranomes, and all who would resemble them." His voice grew huskier with every word spoken, and Bulma couldn't help but picturing what their children could look like. No. She shook her head, then looked up at Uvagon.
"I-I'm in love with Vegeta."
"Alas," he sighed, smiling sadly. "I meet a true beauty of face and soul, and her heart belongs to another." He reached for her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it softly. "I wish you well with him."
"He-He doesn't love me back." Her voice had dropped suddenly, her eyes beginning to water; the thought of their near mating made her sad, and the thought of his refusal of love made her angry. How could he be so proud as to reject her in such a way!? "And I can't wait around for him to come to his senses, as Furto thinks." Her lips spread into a devious smirk, then she bit her lower lip and tilted her head to the side, a playful gesture she knew that drove men wild.
Uvagon's face brightened in violet for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as Bulma leaned in. Their lips were mere millimeters away when Uvagon suddenly turned his head toward the sky, having heard something.
"Your friends approach." He tried to make his voice sound cheerful,-Bulma would be cured- but the thought of the missed kiss saddened him; he'd never kissed anyone before. "There." And just where he pointed, five specks that soon became Bulma's companions came into view, then landed without a sound among the bushy trees with them. They all crouched to the ground, and Bulma felt a rising guilt when her eyes fell on Vegeta, as if she had been about to cheat on him.
"Guards?" Bulma's heart sank further at the sound of his deep, rough voice.
"Yes," Uvagon answered immediately. "A dozen or so, just beyond the wall, all asleep when I saw them."
"Lazy, no good…." His voice trailed off and his ears perked; he'd heard something. Quickly, before anyone could object, he ran to the gates of the Dry Fields, peering in to find the source of the sound only he had heard.
"How are you, Miss?" Furto asked, placing a small gray hand on her forehead. "Did you fly well?"
"Yes, very well. Uvagon took wonderful care of me." She paused. "I must speak with you about something-" Vegeta motioned for them to come to him. "-later."
"Of course," he said quickly, bustling in the lead of the others. "What did you see?"
"They know we're here." He said it as if it were part of the plan; Bulma didn't know the exact plan, but she knew this was not supposed to happen. "Dren, you come with me." He turned to the three, huddled Doonso. "Can any of you fight?"
"I can," Gerressanet said, straightening her posture.
"And I," squeaked the young Albazar. Bulma had a feeling that Delafoun could as well, only would not, for she would rather help others with her gifts, not fighting abilities.
"Very well. You," he pointed at Uvagon, "come with me to the left. And you two will go to the right. Furto, you, the woman, and the Doonso will go and retrieve the Elpin; if there is trouble, run." Everyone nodded in agreement, though Uvagon seemed crestfallen.
"Bulma is ill, Saiyan," he said, almost protectively, his brow narrowing slightly.
"She's no invalid," Vegeta growled, as if Uvagon had been challenging him. "She can do as much. I trust the Fewsk and the Doonso can get her out of harm's way if need be."
Uvagon was silent after this as everyone waited for Vegeta to tell them when. Bulma searched for comfort in this tense moment, and, as if sensing her need, Uvagon gently grabbed her hand, calming her almost instantly.
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"Watch out!" Bulma heard Albazar yell, but there was no time to look back and see what was going on. Both Furto and Delafoun had a hold of her arms and were pulling her along, as if she couldn't walk. Dodging kai blasts and falling trees, the three aliens made their way towards the Elpin. Bulma could see the small blue tufts in the ground as they neared, knowing them to be her only cure.
"Bulma!" Delafound cried, throwing herself on top of her, pushing them both to the ground with a great thud. A kai blast flew just over them, missing Delafoun's head by mere centimeters. When they looked to see who had shot it, Vegeta had already killed her.
"Quickly," Furto whispered, pulling Bulma's arm, that pulled Delafoun along as well. They were only feet from the entrance to the Elpin Fields, a crop of weedy looking blue plants in dry, dusty soil that could have passed for sand. "Duck!" Just in time all three ducked and missed a kai blast from within the Elpin Fields; there were guards there too. "Delafoun, please, we need you."
She sighed deeply, but did she was asked of her. Racing beyond the brick wall, she was gone from view within seconds. Screams, blasting of kai, and flashes of light were all Bulma could see or hear from inside. Moments later Delafoun poked her head out, motioning for the others to follow.
Bulma couldn't help to release a gasp, as they were finally face to face with acres of healthy Elpin, ready for picking. They were small blue plants that appeared to be nothing more than miniature blue bushes, though when Furto pulled one from the loose soil, they were revealed as much more. The roots were long and spindly, with long hair-like appendages that had tiny round outgrowths at their ends; they were like nothing she had ever seen before.
"All of you, grab as much as you can," Furto ordered, already plucking several Elpin from the ground.
Bulma and Delafoun scurried this way and that, grabbing as much Elpin as they could hold in their arms, holding it securely, as if someone would try and take it from them. Bulma couldn't help but to hold the Elpin tighter, smelling it, though it only smelled sour and of dirt; she would finally be cured, nothing could stop her now.
"Come on!" Vegeta yelled from beyond the Elpin Field walls. When he came into view, he was bloodied and bruised, though alive and well, all the Geranome guards face down and dead, or unconscious. "Some are only knocked out. They could come to at any second!" They hurried out of the Elpin Fields, kicking up clouds of dust as they raced toward Vegeta. "No, the air! Now!" He was already hovering above the ground, as were Gerressanet and Albazar, both looking as roughed up as Vegeta, but far less annoyed.
Uvagon grabbed Bulma around the waist and hoisted her into the arm, cradling her to his chest. They were nearly out of sight of the Dry Fields, when a screaming kai blast came huddling through the air, colliding directly with Gerressanet's back. She was dead before she hit the ground.
"Keep moving!" Delafoun ordered, as a few of them had stopped, attempting to help. "There's nothing we can do. She's gone."
"She's right!" Vegeta snapped, pulling Albazar's arm. "Get going!"
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Bulma's heart raced uncontrollably, even after Uvagon set her down inside the Fewsk ship, his breathing labored as well. Vegeta and Furto looked frazzled too, though Vegeta's breath was steady. They'd only just made it back alive and Vegeta was none too ready to stay any longer than needed.
"Get going Dren, we're leaving," he growled as he went to set the controls.
"A-er-Vegeta, about that," Bulma piped up sheepishly, as if talking would cause him to slap her.
"What?" He was growing impatient.
"Well, I sort of told Uvagon that we could bring him to Excaro, you know, to be with others like him."
"Absolutely out of the question," he snapped, clenching his teeth.
"But I-"
"No."
"You know what Vegeta?" she suddenly yelled, not caring whether the others were there or not. "I don't care what you say! Either he comes with us or I stay here! I will not let you deprive him of a decent life!"
"Whatever," he muttered, sealing off the door.
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"I feel so bad," Bulma sighed, flopping onto her bed as Furto and Uvagon took seats in wooden stick chairs in front of her. "Poor Gerressanet, she never saw it coming."
"And neither did the rest of us," Uvagon said, trying to be reassuring, though he felt bad as well.
"He's right," Furto added. "There was nothing any of us could have done. She died for a cause, she died proud."
"Exactly."
"But it's my fault," she whimpered, falling back into her pillows and blankets. "If I'd never contracted Denj-sa she would still be alive."
"Yes, but you've collected enough Elpin to make a year's supply of Elpinosus, millions will benefit from this. Don't look at this as a bad thing. Furto's right, she died doing what she thought was right, otherwise she would have never gone in the first place."
"But-"
"Shh." He scooted over to the bed, pulling her up and cradling her in his arms, his lips pressed to her forehead. "You need some rest."
"I'll get to work cutting the Elpin," Furto said. "There's a lot to be done." Neither Bulma nor Uvagon paid attention as Furto left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Come on," he whispered, pushing her down on the bed. "Your rest is the most important thing right now."
"And if I don't want to rest?" she purred, lacing her fingers together behind his neck, pulling him atop of her. But he was determined.
"Rest is important whether you want it or not." He gently pushed her away, pulling her arms off him and the blankets to her chin. "I'll be here when you wake."
"I'd rather have you." Her voice was huskier now, dripping with desire; she was determined as well, determined not to be alone, determined to be with someone who knew how to care for her, but most of all, determined to get back at Vegeta. "Come on Uvagon, I don't want to be alone." Her blankets were off, her shirt on its way, when Uvagon's hands lashed out and forced it down again.
"Rest." He tried his damnedest to keep his voice from trembling, but she wasn't going to make this easy. He refused to give in though; there was no way he would take advantage of her, especially if there had been something between her and the Saiyan only doors away. "I will be here when you wake," he repeated, fueled by his determination. "And we can talk then."
"Talk?" She sounded almost hurt at the suggestion.
"Please, just rest," he whispered, looking troubled.
"What's wrong?"
"You have to rest."
"No, there's something else. Why are you pushing this?"
"I fear that I'll take advantage of you in your state. I wish you no harm, Bulma, and I do wish to know you before I KNOW you. Please, let me leave without fuss. We can discuss this when you wake."
"Fine," she sighed, lying back on her pillows.
"Dream well," he said, kissing her forehead softly before exiting to go find Furto and help with the Elpin.
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"Woman, wake up."
Bulma's eyes snapped open to see Vegeta's angry face only inches from her own, hands squeezed tightly around her arms.
"What?" she growled, attempting to push him off.
"Eskes. Now get up and in the bathroom."
Quickly she tumbled out of bed and into his arms. He lifted her with ease and carried her into the bathroom, setting her on the tub's ledge while he produced to disrobe her; she gave no objections.
"Where are the others?" Neither Furto nor Uvagon were there; she was sure Furto should have been though. Didn't she need medicine?
"The Fewsk is busy preparing the Elpinosus. It needs almost constant supervision and takes weeks to complete. Your new lover," he sneered, "is sleeping." He pealed off her bra, throwing it on the tile floor. "Your condition is treatable with ice and an injection."
"He's not my lover, Vegeta."
"Shut up and get in." But before she could back a move, she was already in the tub, almost completely immersed in icy water.
"Vegeta, lis-"
"I said shut up."
"I will n-"
"Emotions bring about cold attacks, so unless you want to die from too many attacks, I suggest you shut your mouth now!"
She was silent the rest of the time, watching closely as he softly caressed her body with large chunks of ice and cold water. It surprised her to no end how gentle he could be, yet be so cruel at the same time; and guilt panged in her chest once more at the thought of another missed coupling with Uvagon. Here Vegeta was, caring for her, and had been ever since she contracted Denj-sa, and all she could do was drool over alien guys to try and get him back for their not being together when it was her who turned him down?
She sighed deeply, resting her head against the back of the tub. Who was she kidding; it was her fault that they were not together, that this intimate moment in the bathroom wouldn't turn into something steamy. Vegeta had suppressed his pride enough to actually ask her to be with him, and when she didn't get a promise of love, she refused him. And now that she thought of it, how could she have been so cold to him? Hadn't he shown enough courage to ask her? Was it selfish of her to expect him to love her? Was it selfish to want more than he could offer?
No.
She shook her head, her damp hairs clinging to the side of her face; he was the wrong one to expect her to be with him without love. He knew she needed it and he refused to even try. It was entirely his fault, no question. If he wanted to be with her then he would at least have to admit the possibility for love, not deny it's existence all together so foolishly as he'd done.
"How many weeks?" she finally asked, as he dried her off with slow and tender motions.
"Five or six, depending on how well things go," he replied, monotone, not pausing in his ministrations.
"Alright." It didn't bother her anymore that everything seemed to take so long; she was getting rather comfortable. What was a few more weeks in the long run? At least she would finally be cured, and not have to worry about dying every time Vegeta got her angry. "Thanks, for stopping the Eskes."
"Give me your arm," was his reply, as he held out the syringe with Denj-sa calming medication.
"Are you mad at me?"
"I have no energy for anger with you anymore." He quickly injected the fluid, tossed the needle, and stood, pulling Bulma to her feet. "You're impossible."
Before she had a chance to protest, he was gone.
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---Chapter 19! :D There you go, all done. I was debating on whether or not to continue on or leave the chapter where it was, but I think I made the right choice. I don't like super short chapters, which this isn't, and I don't mind really long ones, I prefer them actually, but sometimes suspense and a break in the story is a good thing. I hope you agree :P
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Next time: Take one vengeful Bulma, add a sexually deprived Uvagon, mix them up, then sprinkle on a heaping helping of angry Vegeta, and what do you get?….The next chapter! (Or so I'm planning :P)
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"That's the signal." Uvagon was suddenly back in command, hopping to his feet and offering Bulma his hand. She took it this time, smiling up at him; she was going to give him a better life, a life worth living, just as he was helping her to live by supplying them with the Elpin.
"Thank you," she whispered as Uvagon gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her out into the empty hall.
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Bulma was dragged halfway to their destination; when Uvagon felt particularly unsafe, he picked her up and took to the air, carrying her the rest of the way. When they got there, he gently dropped her in a collection of bushes, checked for guards, then came to join her, panting like mad. He settled down beside her, leaning his head against a thick trunk of one of the brushes, that Bulma soon realized were more like small, puffy trees.
"When are they getting here?" she finally asked, after Uvagon continued to sit in silence, expecting her to do the same.
"As soon as they can," he sighed, his breathing back to normal, though his face still had a sheen of sweat. "It may take awhile, Urgadoan is not likely to simply take their word for it that I'm gone. She'll have the home checked before she leaves them be."
"Wasn't there a better way? I mean, without the running around and-not to be rude-without you?"
He laughed at this, quietly, so not to rouse the sleeping guards just beyond the mud-brick walls of the Dry Fields. "Yes, probably, but it would take longer, and time is everything with you, is it not?" She nodded, frowning sheepishly. "Oh, no, I didn't mean to be rude. I only meant that you need the Elpin as soon as possible and this was the quickest way. Without my assistance you would have found out much too late that Urgadoan would cross you."
She smiled up at him, for he was straightened against the wall and she was laying back on her hands, fingers digging into the loose, dusty soil. For some reason, she felt completely safe with him, as if they'd known each other all their lives, not only less than an hour as it were. He smiled back, as if the same thought was floating around in his head; she wished he didn't have to leave, but at least she'd have time to get to know him better while he was being taken to Excaro.
"Then I don't know how to thank you. I owe you my life."
"Please," he whispered, a deep shade of violet coming to his pale purple cheeks; she's made him blush. "I only wished to assist you because I knew I could. And it's a good thing I did. I owe you my life as well."
"Well I hardly believe in getting something for nothing, but I would have helped you regardless." She paused, giving him a sideways look. "You're nothing like how Furto described the Drens."
"I take it that he was referring to the ones that the Geranomes took with them to Geranoma. I knew nothing of my ancestry, not even my own parents. My name was chosen out of a drawing."
"Well, your life is about to change for the better, my friend. You'll be with those who'll understand you."
"My cellmates understood me. What I'm looking for is a mate." Bulma couldn't help but notice that he looked directly at her as he said this, his tone dropping slightly towards the end. She shivered inwardly as a sensation crawled up her spine; she had to admit, he was pretty good looking. Hell! He was gorgeous!
"Well-I-er-females on Excaro," she said stupidly, a red tint creeping onto her face.
"Bulma, is it?" She nodded, hoping he couldn't see her blushing cheeks. "Bulma, my life has turned me away from Geranomes, and all who would resemble them." His voice grew huskier with every word spoken, and Bulma couldn't help but picturing what their children could look like. No. She shook her head, then looked up at Uvagon.
"I-I'm in love with Vegeta."
"Alas," he sighed, smiling sadly. "I meet a true beauty of face and soul, and her heart belongs to another." He reached for her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it softly. "I wish you well with him."
"He-He doesn't love me back." Her voice had dropped suddenly, her eyes beginning to water; the thought of their near mating made her sad, and the thought of his refusal of love made her angry. How could he be so proud as to reject her in such a way!? "And I can't wait around for him to come to his senses, as Furto thinks." Her lips spread into a devious smirk, then she bit her lower lip and tilted her head to the side, a playful gesture she knew that drove men wild.
Uvagon's face brightened in violet for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as Bulma leaned in. Their lips were mere millimeters away when Uvagon suddenly turned his head toward the sky, having heard something.
"Your friends approach." He tried to make his voice sound cheerful,-Bulma would be cured- but the thought of the missed kiss saddened him; he'd never kissed anyone before. "There." And just where he pointed, five specks that soon became Bulma's companions came into view, then landed without a sound among the bushy trees with them. They all crouched to the ground, and Bulma felt a rising guilt when her eyes fell on Vegeta, as if she had been about to cheat on him.
"Guards?" Bulma's heart sank further at the sound of his deep, rough voice.
"Yes," Uvagon answered immediately. "A dozen or so, just beyond the wall, all asleep when I saw them."
"Lazy, no good…." His voice trailed off and his ears perked; he'd heard something. Quickly, before anyone could object, he ran to the gates of the Dry Fields, peering in to find the source of the sound only he had heard.
"How are you, Miss?" Furto asked, placing a small gray hand on her forehead. "Did you fly well?"
"Yes, very well. Uvagon took wonderful care of me." She paused. "I must speak with you about something-" Vegeta motioned for them to come to him. "-later."
"Of course," he said quickly, bustling in the lead of the others. "What did you see?"
"They know we're here." He said it as if it were part of the plan; Bulma didn't know the exact plan, but she knew this was not supposed to happen. "Dren, you come with me." He turned to the three, huddled Doonso. "Can any of you fight?"
"I can," Gerressanet said, straightening her posture.
"And I," squeaked the young Albazar. Bulma had a feeling that Delafoun could as well, only would not, for she would rather help others with her gifts, not fighting abilities.
"Very well. You," he pointed at Uvagon, "come with me to the left. And you two will go to the right. Furto, you, the woman, and the Doonso will go and retrieve the Elpin; if there is trouble, run." Everyone nodded in agreement, though Uvagon seemed crestfallen.
"Bulma is ill, Saiyan," he said, almost protectively, his brow narrowing slightly.
"She's no invalid," Vegeta growled, as if Uvagon had been challenging him. "She can do as much. I trust the Fewsk and the Doonso can get her out of harm's way if need be."
Uvagon was silent after this as everyone waited for Vegeta to tell them when. Bulma searched for comfort in this tense moment, and, as if sensing her need, Uvagon gently grabbed her hand, calming her almost instantly.
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"Watch out!" Bulma heard Albazar yell, but there was no time to look back and see what was going on. Both Furto and Delafoun had a hold of her arms and were pulling her along, as if she couldn't walk. Dodging kai blasts and falling trees, the three aliens made their way towards the Elpin. Bulma could see the small blue tufts in the ground as they neared, knowing them to be her only cure.
"Bulma!" Delafound cried, throwing herself on top of her, pushing them both to the ground with a great thud. A kai blast flew just over them, missing Delafoun's head by mere centimeters. When they looked to see who had shot it, Vegeta had already killed her.
"Quickly," Furto whispered, pulling Bulma's arm, that pulled Delafoun along as well. They were only feet from the entrance to the Elpin Fields, a crop of weedy looking blue plants in dry, dusty soil that could have passed for sand. "Duck!" Just in time all three ducked and missed a kai blast from within the Elpin Fields; there were guards there too. "Delafoun, please, we need you."
She sighed deeply, but did she was asked of her. Racing beyond the brick wall, she was gone from view within seconds. Screams, blasting of kai, and flashes of light were all Bulma could see or hear from inside. Moments later Delafoun poked her head out, motioning for the others to follow.
Bulma couldn't help to release a gasp, as they were finally face to face with acres of healthy Elpin, ready for picking. They were small blue plants that appeared to be nothing more than miniature blue bushes, though when Furto pulled one from the loose soil, they were revealed as much more. The roots were long and spindly, with long hair-like appendages that had tiny round outgrowths at their ends; they were like nothing she had ever seen before.
"All of you, grab as much as you can," Furto ordered, already plucking several Elpin from the ground.
Bulma and Delafoun scurried this way and that, grabbing as much Elpin as they could hold in their arms, holding it securely, as if someone would try and take it from them. Bulma couldn't help but to hold the Elpin tighter, smelling it, though it only smelled sour and of dirt; she would finally be cured, nothing could stop her now.
"Come on!" Vegeta yelled from beyond the Elpin Field walls. When he came into view, he was bloodied and bruised, though alive and well, all the Geranome guards face down and dead, or unconscious. "Some are only knocked out. They could come to at any second!" They hurried out of the Elpin Fields, kicking up clouds of dust as they raced toward Vegeta. "No, the air! Now!" He was already hovering above the ground, as were Gerressanet and Albazar, both looking as roughed up as Vegeta, but far less annoyed.
Uvagon grabbed Bulma around the waist and hoisted her into the arm, cradling her to his chest. They were nearly out of sight of the Dry Fields, when a screaming kai blast came huddling through the air, colliding directly with Gerressanet's back. She was dead before she hit the ground.
"Keep moving!" Delafoun ordered, as a few of them had stopped, attempting to help. "There's nothing we can do. She's gone."
"She's right!" Vegeta snapped, pulling Albazar's arm. "Get going!"
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Bulma's heart raced uncontrollably, even after Uvagon set her down inside the Fewsk ship, his breathing labored as well. Vegeta and Furto looked frazzled too, though Vegeta's breath was steady. They'd only just made it back alive and Vegeta was none too ready to stay any longer than needed.
"Get going Dren, we're leaving," he growled as he went to set the controls.
"A-er-Vegeta, about that," Bulma piped up sheepishly, as if talking would cause him to slap her.
"What?" He was growing impatient.
"Well, I sort of told Uvagon that we could bring him to Excaro, you know, to be with others like him."
"Absolutely out of the question," he snapped, clenching his teeth.
"But I-"
"No."
"You know what Vegeta?" she suddenly yelled, not caring whether the others were there or not. "I don't care what you say! Either he comes with us or I stay here! I will not let you deprive him of a decent life!"
"Whatever," he muttered, sealing off the door.
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"I feel so bad," Bulma sighed, flopping onto her bed as Furto and Uvagon took seats in wooden stick chairs in front of her. "Poor Gerressanet, she never saw it coming."
"And neither did the rest of us," Uvagon said, trying to be reassuring, though he felt bad as well.
"He's right," Furto added. "There was nothing any of us could have done. She died for a cause, she died proud."
"Exactly."
"But it's my fault," she whimpered, falling back into her pillows and blankets. "If I'd never contracted Denj-sa she would still be alive."
"Yes, but you've collected enough Elpin to make a year's supply of Elpinosus, millions will benefit from this. Don't look at this as a bad thing. Furto's right, she died doing what she thought was right, otherwise she would have never gone in the first place."
"But-"
"Shh." He scooted over to the bed, pulling her up and cradling her in his arms, his lips pressed to her forehead. "You need some rest."
"I'll get to work cutting the Elpin," Furto said. "There's a lot to be done." Neither Bulma nor Uvagon paid attention as Furto left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Come on," he whispered, pushing her down on the bed. "Your rest is the most important thing right now."
"And if I don't want to rest?" she purred, lacing her fingers together behind his neck, pulling him atop of her. But he was determined.
"Rest is important whether you want it or not." He gently pushed her away, pulling her arms off him and the blankets to her chin. "I'll be here when you wake."
"I'd rather have you." Her voice was huskier now, dripping with desire; she was determined as well, determined not to be alone, determined to be with someone who knew how to care for her, but most of all, determined to get back at Vegeta. "Come on Uvagon, I don't want to be alone." Her blankets were off, her shirt on its way, when Uvagon's hands lashed out and forced it down again.
"Rest." He tried his damnedest to keep his voice from trembling, but she wasn't going to make this easy. He refused to give in though; there was no way he would take advantage of her, especially if there had been something between her and the Saiyan only doors away. "I will be here when you wake," he repeated, fueled by his determination. "And we can talk then."
"Talk?" She sounded almost hurt at the suggestion.
"Please, just rest," he whispered, looking troubled.
"What's wrong?"
"You have to rest."
"No, there's something else. Why are you pushing this?"
"I fear that I'll take advantage of you in your state. I wish you no harm, Bulma, and I do wish to know you before I KNOW you. Please, let me leave without fuss. We can discuss this when you wake."
"Fine," she sighed, lying back on her pillows.
"Dream well," he said, kissing her forehead softly before exiting to go find Furto and help with the Elpin.
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"Woman, wake up."
Bulma's eyes snapped open to see Vegeta's angry face only inches from her own, hands squeezed tightly around her arms.
"What?" she growled, attempting to push him off.
"Eskes. Now get up and in the bathroom."
Quickly she tumbled out of bed and into his arms. He lifted her with ease and carried her into the bathroom, setting her on the tub's ledge while he produced to disrobe her; she gave no objections.
"Where are the others?" Neither Furto nor Uvagon were there; she was sure Furto should have been though. Didn't she need medicine?
"The Fewsk is busy preparing the Elpinosus. It needs almost constant supervision and takes weeks to complete. Your new lover," he sneered, "is sleeping." He pealed off her bra, throwing it on the tile floor. "Your condition is treatable with ice and an injection."
"He's not my lover, Vegeta."
"Shut up and get in." But before she could back a move, she was already in the tub, almost completely immersed in icy water.
"Vegeta, lis-"
"I said shut up."
"I will n-"
"Emotions bring about cold attacks, so unless you want to die from too many attacks, I suggest you shut your mouth now!"
She was silent the rest of the time, watching closely as he softly caressed her body with large chunks of ice and cold water. It surprised her to no end how gentle he could be, yet be so cruel at the same time; and guilt panged in her chest once more at the thought of another missed coupling with Uvagon. Here Vegeta was, caring for her, and had been ever since she contracted Denj-sa, and all she could do was drool over alien guys to try and get him back for their not being together when it was her who turned him down?
She sighed deeply, resting her head against the back of the tub. Who was she kidding; it was her fault that they were not together, that this intimate moment in the bathroom wouldn't turn into something steamy. Vegeta had suppressed his pride enough to actually ask her to be with him, and when she didn't get a promise of love, she refused him. And now that she thought of it, how could she have been so cold to him? Hadn't he shown enough courage to ask her? Was it selfish of her to expect him to love her? Was it selfish to want more than he could offer?
No.
She shook her head, her damp hairs clinging to the side of her face; he was the wrong one to expect her to be with him without love. He knew she needed it and he refused to even try. It was entirely his fault, no question. If he wanted to be with her then he would at least have to admit the possibility for love, not deny it's existence all together so foolishly as he'd done.
"How many weeks?" she finally asked, as he dried her off with slow and tender motions.
"Five or six, depending on how well things go," he replied, monotone, not pausing in his ministrations.
"Alright." It didn't bother her anymore that everything seemed to take so long; she was getting rather comfortable. What was a few more weeks in the long run? At least she would finally be cured, and not have to worry about dying every time Vegeta got her angry. "Thanks, for stopping the Eskes."
"Give me your arm," was his reply, as he held out the syringe with Denj-sa calming medication.
"Are you mad at me?"
"I have no energy for anger with you anymore." He quickly injected the fluid, tossed the needle, and stood, pulling Bulma to her feet. "You're impossible."
Before she had a chance to protest, he was gone.
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---Chapter 19! :D There you go, all done. I was debating on whether or not to continue on or leave the chapter where it was, but I think I made the right choice. I don't like super short chapters, which this isn't, and I don't mind really long ones, I prefer them actually, but sometimes suspense and a break in the story is a good thing. I hope you agree :P
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Next time: Take one vengeful Bulma, add a sexually deprived Uvagon, mix them up, then sprinkle on a heaping helping of angry Vegeta, and what do you get?….The next chapter! (Or so I'm planning :P)
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