Potential

Chapter 15: Spark

I'm back! Chapter 14 was short, so I'm trying to get the rest of them up so you guys can sleep at night. This one was really fun to write (I do these top commentaries last) and I just can't wait to post it!

Okay, so maybe I tend to get a little jittery when it comes to posting chapters. My heart pounds a thousand times a second and I can feel my throat tighten as I push that final button, you know, the one that says "Save Update Changes"? Anyway, when I get those awesome reviews, it makes it all worth while. I know it sounds selfish, but I don't mean to be so. I just genuinely love to entertain people, and when I know that you guys are happy with my chapters, it makes me love doing it.

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STRONG R rating! Love scene!

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Spark

Bulma could feel her arms brushing against her hips as she marched wildly down the corridor, eager to track down her husband.

For more than a month Prince Vegeta had ignored her like the plague, doing everything in his power to make sure that he had as little interaction with Bulma as possible, even going so far as to plan diplomatic trips to the surrounding territories, something Vegeta loathed. For a while it seemed that the Prince now hated his wife, but that was not the case at all, he was only protecting himself from her, trying to keep from being vulnerable. Now Vegeta was back at the castle and Bulma was going to hunt him down if it meant her life.

As Bulma came to the large doors that led to the conference room like the gaping mouth a huge animal, she came to realize that this was a potentially dangerous situation. If Vegeta was indeed in the middle of a meeting, then the last thing he would want to see was his deceiving wife, standing there, berating him in front of his top generals.

No, Bulma knew this was going to take some finesse.

So, in a last ditch plan, Bulma smoothed the wrinkles of her dress, ran her fingers through her waist-length shimmering hair, and pushed through the large doors.

The sight that greeted Bulma was not what she had expected.

There was no big, expansive conference among the generals and Vegeta. There were no drunken soldiers hurling ale about. Only a very bored-looking Prince sitting at his throne, staring blankly at a blue flower that he toyed with innocently in his hand.

For a moment Bulma was hesitant to move. The sheer sight of her husband sent memories flooding back to her.

Was it possible for him to become more ruggedly handsome with each passing day? Had she truly forgotten how perfectly chiseled and muscular he was?

Seemingly oblivious to his intruder, Bulma dared venture forward, step by step.

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Without looking up, Vegeta knew she was there. He had a feeling she would come.

He didn't have to look, he could sense her. She gave off an energy that no other life form could ignore, and he was trying to suppress his urges and avoid looking at her.

There had to be a way to protect himself from her piercing eyes. He could not allow her to break through the defenses he had been trying for over a month to build up. The best way to preserve his defense was passiveness.

"I believe I sent a message to you telling you that I was busy this evening, Princess," he said as dryly as he could. His plan would crack like an egg if he gave the slightest hint of interest to her.

"Yes, but I came to see you, regardless."

Vegeta managed to raise an eyebrow, not daring take his eyes off the flower in his hand.

"I am sad to say, Princess, that I must insist on your leaving. I do not have time to argue with you tonight, for I am leaving early tomorrow morning."

Bulma tried her hardest to keep her jaw from dropping. Never had she imagined Vegeta would treat her so coldly. Perhaps her greatest fears had been realized. She would rather have him yell at her until he was blue in the face, flashing the most dangerous look of sheer anger than to have to see that distant expression that now covered his handsome features. The only way to know was to ask.

"Do you hate me so much, Vegeta?" she asked as she stepped closer to him, demanding that he look at her.

This time the rigid future king could no longer allow himself to ignore her advances and turned to meet her, totally unprepared for the sight at hand. Everything about her stirred him in some way. Had God made her so beautiful as a curse!

When his eyes came to her emotional blue ones, he could no longer function. The sound of his name escaping her lips was more than he could ever want, and now he was torturing himself?

"No, my Lady," he spoke softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I could never hate you."

This answer would not suffice for Bulma. Simple 'yes' and 'no' answers were for simple questions, and this was not one of those. She would have to pull the answer out of him by force if necessary.

"Then why have you been avoiding me!" she asked, her temper starting to flare.

"I have not, Princess. I have only been tending to-"

"-the needs of the land," Bulma finished for him. The Princess was an intelligent woman, and she was more than prepared for his excuses. He was just covering his anger with passiveness, and the only way to get to the root of the problem was to get the past out of the way.

"I know you must hate me for the lie I kept, but there was a reason, and I never thought it would go so far." The Princess knew she would have to forget her own pride and her hatred if she was going to make things right with him.

Vegeta nearly clenched his fists at the mention of her deception. Did she really take him for a fool? The Prince had been both hurt and embarrassed, more than he would ever admit, but he would not allow himself to succumb to his hatred the way his wife had.

Bulma knew she had stuck a nerve and continued to interrogate him.

"Do you not see that this castle needs you? The servants need orders…"

"You or my men can tend to that," Vegeta barked.

"But your soldiers need their leader…."

"Radditz is in command."

Bulma would not allow tears to threaten her situation, but it was a war she was losing. No longer caring about how much she felt that she despised Vegeta, or even Frieza, she took Vegeta's hand in hers and kneeled down, her lips brushing against his open palm.

Bulma lifted her dark blue eyes to his, unknowingly capturing the Prince like a deer caught in the sight of a hunter's arrow.

"Can you not see, Vegeta?" she asked in a murmur.

"See what?" he asked in a daze, slowly leaning closer and closer to Bulma's face.

"I need you here," she whispered, her tears finally spilling over.

At that moment, Vegeta's tough outer shell cracked. All of the doubts, fears, and angers that he had held inside for so long had finally faded to the background. He could now see that by avoiding the woman he was hurting her. There was only truth in her eyes. The once cold Prince could no longer allow himself to let her think that he hated her.

In a second he had her off her knees and into his arms, betraying his intentions with deep passionate kisses all over her face and neck. He could no longer hold back the wave of desire that he had fought off for so long. He needed her as well.

In a heartbeat he was cradling her in his arms, kicking through doors that stood in his way, steering through the hallways with his beautiful wife in his arms. It may not have been an admission of love, but it was a start.

When they finally reached the safety of their bedroom, Vegeta strode over to the bed and gently laid his wife upon it, already undressing her with his lustful hands. At first, the Prince had a bit of trouble with the bow sash that crossed under her bosom, but that was soon mended when he just ripped it off.

"That was my favorite dress!" Bulma objected half-heartedly.

"I will buy you a thousand favorite dresses!" he declared roughly as he continued to undress the Princess.

Once all of Bulma's clothes were off, Vegeta started to remove his, but paused as his hands came to his armor. Bulma had said she needed him, but he was the one doing all the work. If Bulma truly needed him, she would give him a sign…

Vegeta's momentary pause startled Bulma as she looked up her Prince. He had a look on his face, as though he was afraid that she would change her mind, his scowl never ceasing to fade away completely. Bulma quickly corrected that by helping him remove his armor and undressing him, then wrapping her arms around him.

That was exactly the sign Vegeta had been waiting for.

Vegeta crashed down onto the bed next to her, like a man who hadn't lain down in years. The lovers held each other in a tangle of arms and legs over crossed, and lips kissed everywhere.

Bulma gasped again as she Vegeta stood up to get a view of his wife. She was a luscious as a ripe peach, her every inch as beautiful as the last. Silently he thanked whoever had made their fates intertwine. Yet Bulma gasped at the sight of her husband's manly body had she forgotten how perfect he was?

Her questions were answered when he brought his body down upon hers, eliciting wave after wave of pleasure as he thrust into her again and again, finally spilling into her and then laying next to her to catch his breath.

Bulma smiled at her husband as he brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss, Bulma nestling her head into his chest. She loved lying with him like this, as a man and wife should. Though for a brief moment she was saddened at the thought that neither of the lovers had made any claims of love for the other. It quickly passed as he lifted her up with his strong arms and made her sit on top of him, her legs straddling his. Once again, the lovers continued to do as they wanted all through the night.

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When Vegeta awoke the next morning, it was not to an empty bed as had expected, but to a beautiful blue-haired woman curled up peacefully next to him. He knew that there were things to be done, orders to be given, but perhaps just this once, he should indulge in his forbidden fruit.

With the unlikely of moves, Vegeta placed a soft kiss on the tip of his wife's nose, hoping to rouse her gently from her slumber.

He knew he was successful as those long wing-like lashes opened, revealing pools of blue water without depths.

For a moment, Vegeta was certain she would convince herself that they were 'enemies,' and that it had been a mistake, and all of her other ramblings, but he was soon pleased to see her stretch her arms out gracefully above her as she snuggled herself closer to her scowling prince.

"Is something wrong, Princess?" Vegeta asked with mock seriousness.

Bulma fluttered her lashes for a moment before looking at him with a suspicious glare.

"No, why do you ask?"

A slow smile crossed her husbands face, reminding her of how exactly she came to find herself in bed with him in the first place.

"It is unusual of you not to run off at dawn's first light," he teased, laughing to himself.

Bulma reacted by shoving him so hard he tumbled off the bed, still laughing as he did so.

"That is not very proper behavior for a princess."

Bulma became serious for a moment and stared at him as he climbed back onto the bed. She had never truly explained herself or why she had lied to him, and the guilt had nearly cost her. Perhaps it was time she came clean with her past.

"Vegeta, there is something I want to tell you," she said softly as she sat up speak.

The Prince lay on his side and used his elbow to support the weight of his body as he tried to give her his full attention.

"I never told you anything about myself, where I came from, why I lied to you, nothing."

Vegeta's face was that of someone trying to overhear the meaning of life as he listened to Bulma's words.

"Woman, you don't owe me anything. Although deceiving me and my men as to your real identity may not have been your proudest moment, I do understand why you did it."

Bulma could feel a swelling of pride at Vegeta in the fact that he handled it so well. It pleased her to no end that he had an ounce of empathy for her in that situation.

"No, Vegeta. I should have told you the night we were married, but I didn't. I was afraid that you would hand me over to Frieza and-"

She could see the scowl in his face start to return.

"-and I was wrong. I know you wouldn't do that. I just want you to know that from now on I will tell you the truth about whatever you want. I owe you that much."

Vegeta could see that this was as close to her trust as he had ever gotten and chose not to squander the chance to learn something about his mysterious princess.

"I want you to know that I-"

Suddenly two of Vegeta's men burst through the doors, startling Bulma and angering Vegeta (this happens a lot, huh?).

"Sire, a thousand apologies, my lady," one of them bowed.

"What is it!" Vegeta asked impatiently. He was finally getting somewhere with her…

"Lord Frieza is at the castle gates, and he says it's urgent, my Lord."

Vegeta gave his men an irritated look. Now was not the time…

"It is always urgent with that old lizard. Send him away; I am in no mood to trade words with him."

The taller of the guards stepped forward nervously.

"No sire, he says the lands are at war, and he has Duke Leo with him."

END OF CHAPTER 15

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Okay, I had a lot of fun writing that chapter. Love scenes are always tricky, but I try to keep them clean, and plot twists…man you just gotta love those! 2 more to go before vacation time!

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