Alrighty - Thanks for the reviews guys, I shall surely continue this story. And yes..Bulma is crazy..Crazy like a fox..Mwaha..Dances about and starts typing it up
WARNING: Lemon-scented content.
Last Time
"BEBI!!" Bulma's face contorted into an angry expression as she crossed her arms. Goku stayed where he was facing Bebi in the air as he had been informed of the plan once he was out of the regen tank.
"What?! You pathetic human! I suppose that you wish to take one last look at what used to be your mate before I kill you?" Bebi lowered down out of the air to lightly touch down on the other side of the flat-topped rock that Bulma was standing on. A low growl emanated fromher throat as she glared furiously at the shell of what used to be her and get me………"
End
Chapter 2: Spray that Saiyan!
Growling, Bebi stepped forward a few paces. "Insolent human. I shall gladly destroy you with your husbands own hand!" He laughed crazily again.
"No you won't Bebi……I dare you……Come for me……I wish to look you in the eye." Bulma pointed at the spot right in front of her, demanding that Bebi stand there. Outside she was a mask of pure concentration and fearlessness, but inside she was like jelly, quivering in fear and hoping he wouldn't attack before he got close enough.
"Very well. You humans are very strange. Must you always be killed at close range? I always liked a moving target. But seeing as how it will be your last request………" Bebi stepped forward once more, only a few inches between them.
'Great..He doesn't suspect a thing…' Bulma gulped slightly and continue to glare up into the cold eyes of her husband's body that was now inhabited by another creature.
Bebi's hand raised up near her chest and further up, wrapping around her neck. He leaned towards her and was about to speak again before Bulma noticed his nose twitch. His nostrils flared slightly and he drew in a breath. "What….What manner of scent do you have, human? It makes me feel very strange……" He seemed rather confused.
A smirk now crossed her face as she realized it was starting to work. While Bebi was busy figuring out whay and why he was feeling the way he did, Bulma had pulled out what was left of the pheromone in the spray bottle, and raised it up to Bebi's face.
"What? What is this, human? What are you doing?" He demanded. "Tell me now!"
"Bebi..I'm going to give you one last chance…Remove yourself from my husband's body or you will be experiencing some very VERY strange things that I doubt you will enjoy." Bulam's finger sat tight on top of the button that when pressed would spray the pheromone right into his face.
Onyx eyes streaked with the three red lines looked at her curiously, wondering just what was in that bottle. "Like you could harm me, human. How about I make you one of my slaves, hm? You shall be my Queen, yes. I'm sure that will fix everything. Hahahahaha!!" That high pitched laugh made Bulma wince.
"Well..You asked for it Bebi…I'm taking you out...The hard way…" Her finger lowered at the clear liquid was sprayed into his face in the form of a fine mist. Being so close, it also got into his eyes. Bebi let out a screech and dropped his hand from her throat, frantically rubbing at his eyes and cursing loudly, flailing about.
"HUMAN! What have you done?! I can't see!" Goku was watching from above and blinked. Wow. That had worked better than he had thought it would. After all his fighting, all Bulma had done was spray that stuff at his face and he was howling like a baby.
The chibi Goku flew down to where Bulma was and tugged on her arm. "Come on Bulma, we should go befo-……" his blinking slowed and a strange expression crossed his face as he sniffed the air. "Hey..You smell really good……"
"Goku..I told you not to come near me……" Bulma mumbled and stepped away a bit. "I'm just thankful you already have a mate. Now get out of here..Piccolo will take care of me." She ordered.
Finally snapping out of it, Goku shook his head but flew up further into the air. Bebi was still complaining but had dropped to his knees, still rubbing at his eyes and trying to see. Extremely strange feelings were running through his body right now; cold shivers down his spine and a most extrodinary sensation between his legs and a prickling at the base of his spine. He attributed it to the Saiayn whose body he was inhabiting. But when he managed to open his watering eyes long enough to see the fuzzy outline of the blue-haired human in front of him he couldn't bare to take his eyes off of her. A low purring growl escaped his throat against his will and suddenly his whole body relaxed, a calm yet yearning feeling taking over his entire body, yet most importantly, his heart.
The white-haired head tilted, still not quite able to focus entirely on the form that stood before him, but it was obvious she was the object of his attraction. Slowly and shakily Bebi clambered to his feet. Another rumbling purr came from deep within his throat. Bulma grinned and made sure to stand in a way that would accentuate her curves through the fabric. Now his gums were itching, right above the pointed eyeteeth that Vegeta had. Bebi closed his eyes to try and dispell the feelings, but all he could see was the imprint of her figure behind closed eyelids. His head started to throb, feeling as though it was ripping in half. Bebi's hands raised to his head and he howled in pain. What was happening was that Vegeta was attempting to expell the Tuffle from his body as his feelings were changing. A Tuffle didn't go into heat like a Saiyan did – It would put way too much strain on their bodies and minds, which was why this was affecting Bebi so much.
It wasn't physically seen on the outside, but in Bebi's head he was slowly splitting into the two entities – Himself and Vegeta . So far so that Vegeta was now just able to think and act for himself enough to push Bebi away and give in to the Saiyan heat. Once he was well into it, Bebi wouldn't be able to regain control for some time, or at least until this body hate mated with its mate. So he would be forced from Vegeta's body.
"B-..Bulma!" Finally Vegeta's normal voice came through, the lines disappearing from his onyx eyes for only a second before coming back. But it was enough for her to notice and whisper back.
"Vegeta……I know you can do it……Fight him……"
Bebi held his head and snarled, flying up into the air. "You haven't heard the last of me Goku and human!" With that he shot off into the sky, hiding his ki signal so they couldn't track him.
Bulma let out a relieved sigh and dropped to her knees, her head in her hands. Piccolo flew up to where she kneeled and floated there. "Take me home, Piccolo.."
Everything was quiet for the next few days. Nobody had seen hide nor hair of Bebi, and couldn't pick up his ki signal. All who had not been affected yet out of the Z Fighters and their families sat in the lounge room of Capsule Corp. It was about 10:00pm at night, and they were all revelling in the quietness and taking time to relax. A thump from outside snapped them out of their reverie, and they looked at each other, wondering what it could have been. None of the lights were on in the house – just the fire. So it cast a warm orange glow over the walls, hiding several areas in shadow – including the entrance to the room. They all looked over to it, tensing up as they heard another noise – right behind the protion of wall that shielded their view of the door. Slowly a hand wrapped around it, gripping to the wall tightly until it started to creak and crack under the strength of the hand.
Bra let out a muffled squeak and several of the women curled closer to the other, afraid of what was going to happen and who it was. Another thump could now be defined as a footstep as the figure stepped around the wall and revealed itself in portion. A male, obviously. Wearing the exact same things Vegeta had been when Bebi took him.
Bra let out a gasp as the figure stepped out of the shadows and revealed it's face. "Bebi!" She then buried her face in her hands and covered herself in Gohan's arm. Though, only to have it ripped away as he leapt to his feet and assumed a fighting stance, as did the rest of the ones who could fight.
Bebi growled and took another step into the room, fists clenched. He looked totally normal now like the pheromone was no longer in effect. Teeth bared and before anyone could stop him he was behind Bulma, grabbing her shoulder and ripping her up off the couch. She screamed shrilly and kicked at the air as he did so, but she was soon dropped to her feet
"Mother!" Bra cried and leapt up, attempting to run for Bebi but was stopped by Piccolo. She struggled helplessly against the tall Namek but he held tight, thankful that Vegeta never taught her to use the full extent of her Saiyan abilities.
Bebi raised up his hand, not listening to the cries to "Let her go, Bebi…Now!" Expecting him to kill her then and there, Bulma closed her eyes tightly and whimpered as he drew her even closer to him. Despite the fact she was scared stiff, she noted that he still smelt greatly like Vegeta and felt like him, even though the grip on her was much different. But the blow never came to her surprise. One eye slowly opened and then the other to find Bebi staring her down. Yet his eyes weren't the same. Sure, they looked like Bebi's at frist glance, but they were glazed over – a characteristic she had seen in Vegeta when he was in heat. The tiny red ring that lined the edges of the eyelids was also apparent when she looked closely.
The hand that had been raised now lowered to her head and stroked her soft aqua hair gently, just like Vegeta had on regular occasions when he thought no one was looking. Bulma's eyes began to well up with tears and she whispered shakily.
"V-…Vegeta?" The only response she got was to have Bebi purr and bury his face in her neck, nuzzling her as she was drawn into him. His arms wrapped around her tightly and it was then that she felt his arousal pressing into her leg which still caused her to blush. Yes. It was Vegeta alright. The Saiyan instincts had taken over Bebi almost completely, and he was no longer in control.
The others were confused, not knowing exactly what was happening or why Bulma wasn't screaming anymore. But she soon answered to them in a whisper. "I was right……The pheromone worked……Bebi isn't in control anymore……He can't stand the heat…"
"Oh……So um……What now……?" Gohan asked in a normal volume.
"Well……You all run like the wind." Bulma turned her head into to look at them, a serious expression on her face.
"And why is that?"
"Because I am Vegeta's mate. And you all pose a threat to him. Saiyans run on insticts remember? He doesn't care who you are or remember any of you. Male Saiyans such as Goku and Gohan are running the most risk. Females are next. Expecially you Bra. So I need you all out of here immediately, and protect Bra with everything you have. And this will last for a some time. So no one return for several days."
"What? Why do I have to be protected?" Bra frowned.
"You look like me, you smell like me, you act like me, and you are a part of me. Put that all together with what I said before. He's not going to recognise you once he's really into it. He won't stop for anything or anyone……"
Bra's eyes widened. "Okay! Let's go! Now!" It didn't take them long to all leave the premises and find somewhere safer.
Bulma turned all her attention to Bebi...Or…Vegeta. She still wasn't completely sure which one he was. He looked like Bebi still, indicating he was still in there, but he acted just like her husband.
"Vegeta? Is……Is it really you in there?" She lifted a hand to his cheek and stroked it, looking into his eyes for a sign.
She didn't get much once more, only a purring growl that would make his throat vibrate. Warm hands ran down her body, placing themselves on her hips and massaging them slightly. She could feel his arousal through the clothing he wore as he pressed himself against her and his lips danced hotly against her neck. Bulma groaned. There was no way that this could be Bebi. Only one man had ever been able to send a chill down her spine the way he was, and that was Vegeta. He bared his teeth and drove them down into the two small scars that were already apparent on her neck, drawing blood. A wave of pleasure ran over the aqua-haired scientist's body and she leaned against his muscular form, not fighting it any longer.
Lapping at the blood on her neck, he tasted the sweet red liquid that was the life esscence of his mate. Not once did he stop that spine tingling purr from deep within his throat, except when he started to drink the blood – he wouldn't wish to choke. Bulma just let it all go and the thought that Bebi was still inside him didn't seem to matter to her anymore as her hand lowered, stroking him through his pants.
Vegeta murmured words that would make no sense as his hand ran over her backside and onto her thigh, slipping up under the dress she wore. Taking a few steps forward, he pressed her into the wall next to the stairs that lead up to the second floor, and his soft fingers gently pushed past her underwear, making Bulma mumble slightly. Looking up at him, she leaned up near his ear and whispered into it.
"Vegeta……You have to beat Bebi…You're the only one that can stop him……You have to keep control of your body…I know you can do it……" Placing a tender kiss on his warm cheek, Bulma began to lead him up the stairs.
Several Days Later
"I hope mum is alright……" Bra whimpered, curled up on the couch at Goku's house.
"Bra……You've said that a million times already. You heard the others before. Bulma's ki can be felt really easily. She's fine." Videl reassured her once more.
"But can we go back yet? It's been several days……"
"Yes. Bulma's ki has lowered greatly. I think it's safe to go back there. Just have to be careful." Piccolo spoke up, answering her question.
They soon left the house, knowing that Bra was eager to get back to her mother, and to see what had happened to her father. They quietly slinked inside the complex and approached the main building, opening the door. All was silent, and not a thing could be heard in the darkness. They could sense Bulma's ki level, but it was calmed and lowered, indicating she was asleep. But they couldn't pick up Vegeta's anywhere.
"Get ready guys. I can't sense Vegeta anywhere……"
A moving shadow off to the side caught their attention as it had walked past the still glowing embers of the fireplace. Jumping, they turned to face the direction it had been in, and 18 flicked on the lights to reveal who it was. Standing there was Bebi, still inhabiting Vegeta's body as his hair was still that blinding white, and the red markings were still on his face and in his eyes. Arms crossed against a bare chest, his head tilted to the side, he grinned at them.
Bra just dropped to the floor and started sobbing and wailing loudly. She leapt to her feet and before anyone could react quick enough she ran to Bebi and started pounding on his chest and shoulders, even though she knew it would do no harm to him.
"I hate you! I HATE YOU!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
Having had enough, Bebi's hands shot up and grabbed her wrists tightly, pulling them away from his body. Bra struggled against his grip to no avail.
"You hate me, hm? Fine……See if I ever take you shopping again……" The voice that escaped his lips was certainly not Bebi. Its raspy sound was a characteristic of the deep-voiced Vegeta.
"W-what?" Her teary eyes widened as he spoke.
"You heard me perfectly well." He raised a finger and tapped her on the nose gently, giving her a little grin.
"Daddy!!" Bra yelled, jumping up in the air and wrapping her arms around his thick neck, hugging him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. Vegeta wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her up so she wouldn't fall. Looking up at him, Bra continued. "But why do you still look like Bebi?" She sniffled.
Vegeta gave a little shrug. "I guess it's because I've regained control of my mind, but he hasn't completely been taken from my body." He suggested his theory on it.
"Where's Bulma?" Chi Chi spoke up.
"Upstairs." Vegeta replied.
"Oh cool. I'm gunna go up there!" The little Goku grinned and started to run up the stairs.
"KAKAROT!" Vegeta snarled, pushing Bra off him to reappear on the stairway in front of Goku, smashing his fist into the now shorter Saiyan's face to stop him going any further. Goku ended up dazed and confused, laying on his back on the floor which had cracked slightly under the impact.
"Vegeta?! What did you do that for?!" Krillin yelled at the Saiyan prince, balling his fists and glaring.
"Nobody goes near my mate……" His teeth were still bared, and he growled from deep within his throat.
"It'll be from the heat. He can't help it. He's protective still." 18 was the voice of reason here, patting her husband on the head to calm him and stop him from getting into a situation that could well get him killed.
The muscles across Vegeta's chest rippled and contorted as he spread his arms out to place his hands on his hips, glaring down at them from his perch halfway up the stairs. "There also could be the fact that I am calm and relaxed moreso than what I usually am stopping Bebi. So don't get me angry. Tend to forget things when I am. Perfect opportunity to take me over again." Vegeta growled, making his way back down towards them. The look on his face told them that he wasn't joking, and no one would be game enough to try and go up there to the second floor again lest they be hit like Goku, who still hadn't gotten up off the floor.
The next morning
Everyone had slept downstairs that night, except for Vegeta who had went back upstairs to curl up in bed with his mate. Yawning, Bulma's eyes opened slowly and she awoke to the warmth of Vegeta's chest under her cheek and the steady thump of his heart. This in itself nearly sent the worn out scientist back to sleep. But the soft lips pressed to her forehead made her look up.
"You're getting better at this, Bulma……Waking up the next day. Heh. Never seen you do that before."
"Ugh..Shuddup…I may have woken up…But I'm never going to walk again……" She mumbled, dropping her head back down to his chest. She soon felt his fingers running through her hair, and she sighed lightly, a very small hint of a smile curling her lips.
ENDWell? What did you guys and gals think? I nearly didn't finish it, because I was thinking it was just plain crap…But I did it! Hope ya like it - Bai!! And dno't forget to hang around for my next fic! I need your help though.
I don't know what I'm going to call it, but Vegeta is going to be an Egyptian God (as he rightfully should be) and Bulma a Priestess or daughter of the Pharaoh. I need some suggestions.
Should:
Vegeta be: Osiris (Asar), Amon, Anubis (Anpu), Horus (Heru), Thoth (Tehuti) , Ra, Ptah or Seth.
Bulma be: Priestess or Princess.
Pleas send all e-mails to or even please…MSN doesn't like me anymore and won't let me open e-mails…Or you can just leave it as a review….I probably won't remember to look there though.. . ;
Bai!