Inevitability

Chapter Seven: Loathing and Deliverance

Bulma didn't know what to do. She didn't want to help that imbecile. Not even the slightest. How could she trust, or do anything for someone that did something horrible to her, or any of her friends!? She couldn't and wouldn't allow that. But somehow, she knew she had to. After all, it seemed that her father needed that thick headed idiot. And if it was Vegeta he needed, Vegeta he would get. The girl smiled. Now you know why she was the stubborn girl she was. With such father no one would have a choice.

You will probably be startled by the way Bulma despised the Saiya-jin prince. Thou will wonder, why that attitude? Wasn't he the one that took care of her when she was scared the most and when she was in urgent need for someone to help her? Wasn't he the one that stretched his arm at her to take? Wasn't he the one that offered that much needed aid for her breaking little heart? If you think so, then you are wrong.

For he had not even once wanted willingly to accept her, never had he shared a proper conversation with her. Not once had he wanted to hold her during her nerve wrecks. Not once had he showed he was at least affected by her heart shattering feelings. But she supposed that was just the way he was... And that was not the only reason she despised him... For her friend, Chichi, had shared an awful knowledge with the young princess when she was at the age of thirteen...

"My Lady, shouldn't you be at your quarters? Aren't your parents waiting for you to have dinner served?" A man with a short blonde hair bowed at her as he passed by her. She smiled briefly and retorted politely,

"I deeply doubt that if my parents are hungry my missing would be of any obstacle for their hunger." Her smile melted as the man continued down the hall way with the tray of food on his palm.

The teenage princess pushed a lavender strand out of her sight. The trace of blood was still evident in her feet, making her conscience bug the life out of her. Finally, the regal's good nature took over her flame temperament as she followed the trace to what would be a soul scattering experience...

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"Set the plan in motion."

"Yes, commander." A sly grin stretched on the man's face as the words left his full lips. He would have some fun with his new... task.

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The future queen traveled down the corridors of the palace she had grown up in and shared beautiful childhood memories with. A smile twitched her lips as she remembered all the times she and the Son brothers had chased each other around those corridors, only to have guards scorning them for their insolence. Or at least, they scorned Radditz and his baby brother, always making Bulma snicker wickedly. But she didn't slip so lightly herself at dinner when her parents discussed her demeanor during the day.

Ah, those sweet memories. That was all they were now, memories. For when she had grown up, after coming back from Frieza's ship, Bulma had realized how valuable her life was. She realized just then and there that she had to cherish every breath. That was why she didn't resist to her wishes, nor the habits that were threatening to invade her character, most of them not really pleasant ones. Not to her parents, anyway.

The future queen giggled when she heard herself in her mind. She sounded like an old hag that had a few more days to live and not like a beautiful flower that currently blossomed in its whole beauty. For that was what she was - simply beautiful and flawless. Sometimes she wondered why was she so favored by the gods. She had been endowed with a petite curved body, a seduction to any reasonable man, irresistible to any person's roaming eyes, be it female or male, be it because of admiration or envy. Many women envied her because of her grace and she was quite aware of that, which made her even more arrogant at times.

The youth didn't sense the presence of the dark figure behind herself before his arms wrapped themselves around her waist and form, making her scream in surprise. The aura that radiated from this creature was unknown to Bulma. She couldn't rip herself out of the grasp, which made her even more scared. And what absolutely horrified was the man's pressed trembling in anticipation body. That nearly made her vomit her insides out. The bare idea of losing her innocence to someone that craved for nothing more than her body sickened her.

His distasteful arms wouldn't let go of her as he tried to capture her head in the palm of his hand as well. She struggled and finally got her composure back, stomping on his foot. She had trained, like I believe I mentioned earlier, and she would've never thought her training would come in handy. At least not like this.

When the hold was loosened, the girl turned around and threw a punch right into that red skinned freak's jaw, having it sink numbly in it. The man stumbled backwards and with a final blow to ensure her safe disappearing, Bulma kicked the idiot where the sun doesn't shine and ran for it. And when I say she ran for it, I really mean she did.

Her footsteps echoed eerily in the empty hall. The lavender haired girl felt her heart quicken its pace when other, heavier footsteps, interfered as well. How could he recover from such a hit so fast?! Wasn't that a "sensitive" area?!

As corny as it seemed to her, the only way was to hide in one of the thousands of rooms that she passed while running. She shut one behind herself and turned the lights off. She wasn't sure what room it was, or why the lights had been on, but she had bigger chances in the dark. The princess hid behind the door and clamped her hands over her mouth, trying to ease her rapid breathing. Under other circumstances, she wouldn't have been so tired about such a run. It was a piece of cake for her. But when stalkers were involved all the might she had was of no use to her.

And she had that strange feeling that this was no ordinary stalker. She was also sure that he was not an earthling.

When he passed by the door with rapid speed and the cerulean eyes relaxed in the darkness. Whew, that was a close one. Her feet were slammed by the door and the idiot had grabbed her dress by the collar, making a few seams loosen.

"I thought I lost you, my darling!" The strange colored alien breathed out sarcastically making the princess stand on her feet, glaring right in her eyes when their noses were almost touching. If they did, Bulma would probably fail to stop her internal juices to escape the caves of her stomach through her heated dry throat.

When she thought he was going to do something to her, which she wasn't quite anticipating, his grip released on her as something else dragged his attention. He growled and muttered something of the sort 'I'll come back later' or so when his white locks of hair fluttered behind him as the door fell closed. The girl sighed and pushed herself to her feet. Well, that did it.

She switched the lights back on to look around to actually see what room she had found herself in when she noticed the glowing blue aura around the reason of her rescuing.

There he stood, the one behind most of her thoughts. He was standing boldly his ground, but soon he shook and he had to lean on the nearest wall for support as his legs nearly gave out. His skin had lost its tan coloring and his whole being looked utterly... anemic. He collapsed against his support and slid to the ground, leaving a trace of his blood on the wall.

'He still has left?!' Bulma didn't realize how totally egoistic and awful her thought sounded, until it made its way to her mind. She swallowed hard and kneeled down next to her savior.

Vegeta's eyes were closed. He didn't want her to see the dazed expression in them. He was sure she could read him by the look of his eyes. She had a strange appearance about herself that just whispered to his sleeping soul that she could perhaps make it stir. The now lavender haired minx had once almost managed to do it, as much as he would never admit it to anyone. He would not let such a mistake occur ever again. The pain he felt deadened any other thoughts that would like to cross his agonizing mind, making his eyes clench tightly shut as a trickle of blood made its way to his closed lid.

The rash princess deduced that her old acquaintance looked rather pathetic like this. No, he looked utterly and absolutely pathetic. And even in his distressed state, he wouldn't let the pain take over his expression. She couldn't help herself but smile and stretch her fingers to brush off the small amount of blood that threatened to get in his eye.

"Why?" The question seemed to plague her now that she couldn't tear her eyes away from his suffering form. "Why have you helped me now? Why did you do that to Chichi's home planet?! Why did you do those horrible things?!" She sounded like a child that refused to believe that its puppy had died when it first encounters such a term as death. She wanted what her friend had said to be a lie. She wanted to believe it now. But as much as her wishes were burning her being, the realization that they were impossible couldn't leave her in peace.

The young man's head lifted and titled against the wall. He opened his shady eyes to stare at the ceiling. White. Pure white. Was it true that there was a tunnel when you are almost dead? Was it true that you saw light in the end of this tunnel and that was when all your problems left you? If there really was, would he ever be able to deserve to see this light? Because of all those people who he had purged, because of the same girl the princess was speaking of.

"I had to do my job." The Saiya-jin announced sternly as Bulma's eyes narrowed at his lying form.

"Do your job?! Killing all those innocent people is what you actually call a job?!" She couldn't believe her ears. She had to be hearing things. She actually thought he said it was his job!!!!

"I didn't have a choice." Those words seemed to be universal when it was about monsters who had to destroy things. These words seemed to be 'perfect' reasoning behind their evil deeds. And he continued to be as calm as ever and that was what set her off the most.

"Didn't have a choice?!" The princess' voice was now shaking. "How could you even say such thing?! I thought you were the Prince of the almighty Saiya-jin race, the strongest in the whole Universe!!!" Her shrieks were burying in his head like daggers. His ears had grown sensitive to any noise. Yet, he just felt he deserved that. Her shriek... It reminded him of those millions of women and children, running from the invading warriors that have arrived to serve the planet's apocalypse.

"I am. But that doesn't mean a thing to-"

"Oh, it doesn't?!" She cut in furiously, her eye brows furrowing ever further. "But it does matter when you hold that high and mighty attitude of yours, now doesn't it?!" Her hiss reached his ears painfully closed and his dark eyes snapped in her direction, startling her a little.

"Do you think I have enjoyed this?!" He pushed her back against what seemed like a sink right behind her. "Do you honestly think a thirteen year old boy would enjoy hearing screams and cries of people he had never even heard of? People, that had never done anything to him?! Do you honestly think a person at such a fragile age can even think about what he is doing?! Would you, you, pick to have your own life ended because of such a trivial reason?" Bulma opened her mouth to speak, but wasn't given a chance to. "Do you honestly think a thirteen year old can be a ruthless killer at that age when he had recently lost everything in his life, even his own identity along the lines?! Do you think I enjoyed it?!" His voice was hoarse and as much as he tried to hide it... it was shaking. Shaking with rage, frustration, and confusion and even... Regret?!

In this moment the sapphire eyes of the female stood still on the Saiya-jin's expression. Right then, he seemed to be the same little boy he had been back then. He seemed to be just as confused and lost as he was back then. She felt a lump rising in her throat.

'It's not his fault.' She tried to assure herself not really convincingly. 'It was not his fault!' Her mind shouted back at her senses.

She had never thought about it from that angle... In fact, all that mattered to her was Chichi's feelings... The pain of losing her whole planet at such a young age. It had traumatized her for life, the lavender haired scientist had deduced. She would never forget the bitter tears the raven haired maid shed while telling her princess her life story.

In fact, Chichi was a princess herself. Or at least, she was, until she had become a threat to Frieza and his growing Empire of reckless monsters. One day, the lizard had unleashed his dogs at them. And what Chichi remembered most clearly was the vision of the flame haired boy that had given her mother the final blow. And then all had fallen black for her. She never knew how she managed to get out of that deadly situation, nor did she care as long as she was alive. But what was the worth? All that mattered to her now was her cerulean eyed friend and her royal family, which gave her and her father a place to stay, somewhere they could feel helpful.

Bulma shook her head. Now was not the time to be thinking over the past. She tore the rest of her dress' bottom, tightening it over the prince's wounds. The young man was taken aback by her sudden change in mood. In one moment she was screaming and bitching at him and now she was aiding his wounds! What an enigma that woman was, indeed.

"You could've killed him." Strangely, and irritatingly, Vegeta understood immediately who 'he' was. "But you didn't." He shifted his gaze away as another cold wave washed over him. "My question is, why?" Her teasing marine eyes dared him to answer. Or they would have, if he was looking at her.

"You ask too many questions, woman." She ignored the remark and sighed.

"These don't look like fresh wounds." She stated only to receive a disbelieving grunt.

"That's because they don't." Her cerulean orbs bore in his face. "I bleed because my body is tired. I have been on missions for years now. I have not even rested for a moment in a while..." He trailed off, opening his lids lightly only to have them closed again when the light stung them.

And what followed he would've never believed even if the best fortune teller in the Universe predicted. The woman lifted him by his arm and placed it over her shoulder as if he was a bag of potatoes. She moved out of the room, supporting herself by her other arm placed on the wall. His one half opened eye stared at her struggling form as his weight probably wasn't really light on her. Though, she was doing some training on her own which was pretty obvious by the beautiful curves of her stomach, mostly.

"Get away from me." He muttered and pushed her away, trying to regain his composure. He hadn't been well these last few hours. Had it been because all the blood he had lost? Was it because of the numbness of his limbs? He did not know for sure, but one thing he knew was the Prince would take no help from any one. He needed not a single soul. He would be fine by himself. His back slammed hard against the thick wall on his side and a groan emitted from his throat. Bulma rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist before he could slide to the ground like he did earlier again.

"Just stop it!!! Can't you see you can't get to your room all alone?!" She screamed in his ear for effect, but it did nothing more than damage him further. 'Serves you right!' she huffed in her mind, but deep down she knew she would never really mean it. The lavender haired princess could only curse herself for being so trusting that she thought everyone, even the most emotionless people such as Vegeta himself, had a soul, wounded and sensitive side of them they would never want to show or admit they had.

"I'm fine!" He roared and pushed her away again, nearly collapsing face-forward on the floor. She noticed they were right in front of her room. Somehow, maybe she had ran in circles when that asshole had chased her. And now there they were.

"I know you are." She smiled at him, making him confused yet again for a segment of the second before he shook it off and crawled to the door frame, and after it relaxing his mended wounded body in the new satin sheets that Chichi had probably changed after she had cleaned up the floor. Bulma smiled and switched the light off, exiting to her own room.

The idea continued to race in her mind wildly...

It wasn't his fault! It laughed happily... She was such a child at times, but right now, she didn't really care...

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Well, there you have it folks! Some B/V moments and exactly why Bulma despised his so much. I am sorry for Vegeta's out of character-ness, but it only seemed right since his wounds were serious and the pain clouded his mind. Or at least it would have. Don't worry, all characters back in line in the next chapter!

I think about getting some quality time to write the next chapter. -wink, wink- After all, I have truly never updated a fanfic so fast! It's a freaking miracle I tell you. -wink, wink- And that's only because all of you are so kind to me!

Stay tuned to find out what her parents think about the 'attack' Bulma had! Love you always and forever!

Yours sincerely,

Hope-Chan