Tempting Death
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By The Eternity Dragon
Chapter Three
Bulma vainly tried to stem the flow of blood that was now spooling from the small wound on her arm; she jammed herself further into the sill throwing the window wide open as she did so.
The bitter night air rushed in, chilling her to the bone and causing her blood to run cold.
Her body ached from the morning's excursions and thinking about it drove her to the brink of insanity.
She swore to herself she would drive him mad and that was what she was going to do; she never backed down from a promise or an argument and she would see him consumed in agony before long.
Movements downstairs clattered through the darkness, doors shifting open and shut, creaks and shuffles across wooden floor boards turning into the descent of a stair case.
Bulma felt her heart beat frantically against her chest, this was mad, what had she to hope she would accomplish this feat?
The footsteps were coming closer; she closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down.
"No one will hear you scream." She mouthed silently, allowing the soundless words to fall into the atmosphere of intense pressure.
The footsteps stopped outside the room, she felt her forehead prickle in perspiration, this was mad, but then again so was she.
Vegeta pushed the door open with a look of avid unconcern; running one hand across his sweaty brow.
He smirked to himself, he'd beat that half breed Saiya-jin if it was the last thing he did.
"I'll make sure he kills you." The words ran up and down his spine carrying with them their sinister threat and hostility; he'd never seen anything like that before, she made his skin crawl and yet enticed him with every irregular movement she made.
The only other person who had ever dared to make such a threat as that had been Freza; it was hard to think that a puny human female could have the back bone to talk back with such ferocity to a Saiya-jin prince the way only a monarch had ever dared.
Vegeta snarled tossing his head slightly as though to shake the thought off. Thinking about that lizard scum made him sick to his stomach literally; he needed air, his gaze shifted towards the window only to find it was staring back.
His heart jumped, he blinked; what the hell was she doing in his room?
Recovering from the momentary shock, he recovered himself and hissed in menacing tones meant to send the faint hearted scuttling away as fast as they could.
"Get out of my room!"
She merely looked at him, calm concern moving across her face like frost on a winter's morning; replaced by a cold civility.
"It's cold outside tonight isn't it?"
Vegeta blinked, had she not heard him, was she ignoring him, and why was she in his room of all places?
"OUT!" He yelled this time pointing aggressively to the door and glaring at her with an onyx fire dancing in his eyes.
She turned her head from him and gazed out of the window, "Your room is dreadfully high up isn't it?"
Her voice was calm and collected, too composed for his liking, confusion issued through him like a flowing river, powerful and relentless.
He moved in front of her eyes boring into hers; he could see the tempest stirring inside of them, the emotions trying to fight their way out.
Putting his mouth close to her ear so that his nose bumped against her nose in a salacious way he whispered, "Get out before I make you get out."
She stood up, her expression haughty and frigid there was something wild in her eyes that made Vegeta uneasy.
She stood on the window sill, her body swaying gently back and forth, he moved forward and she moved back like a ceaseless dance each person watching the others movements with heightened fear anticipation and anger.
"If I fell," she said quietly, her voice toneless, but her eyes portrayed emotion of intense anger and hatred.
"They would think you pushed me."
He stopped, completely bewildered by her last words, but bewilderment quickly turned to possessive anger.
"You haven't got the guts!" he snarled back at her.
Bulma leaned forward, her eyes staring straight back into his, unmoving, and uncaring; "Don't I?"
She laughed callously at him, rocking precariously on the frail sill.
"Do you really think I'd jest about something like this?"
Vegeta opened his mouth to reply, but the words lost themselves on the way to his throat, his eyes narrowed, he couldn't answer the question and she knew it.
"You're a coward!" he spat at her, his eyes glittering with malice; the wind blew in through the open window, rippling the frail material of Bulma's T-Shirt.
"That's why you do that isn't it!" he snarled gesturing to her bleeding wound, "You're too afraid to face up to life as it is so you seek to relieve yourself from your troubles by inflicting wounds on yourself."
He couldn't read her expression now; she had raised her head slightly and jutted out her small chin.
"Why don't you show them to your caring parents? Or should I tell them?"
Bulma felt herself begin to sweat; he was turning the tables away from her, something he was not supposed to do, he was much harder to manipulate than Yamcha had ever been.
Yamcha had been weak, easy to frighten, but that had taken the fun out of trying.
She laughed and rubbed her fingers across the wound so that they were covered with the crimson liquid.
Stepping forward she allowed her fingers to trail against his face; running the scarlet blood onto his cheeks.
He jerked his face away from her icy fingers with a look of utter revulsion on his face, "Don't play with fire," he snarled, "or you'll end up being burned. It's already inside of you isn't it woman? Burning away at your soul, driving you mad. Don't think I can't see it even if the Prussian flames are invisible to others like that half breed Saiya-jin."
He wiped his face with the back of his hand; grabbing her scarred arms he jerked her towards him.
"Self mutilation Bulma?" he said softly, electricity dancing down her spine, she hated it when he used her name, and he always said it so intimately she didn't quite know where she stood with him.
He raised the wound to his lips, grinning at her with sharp canines with a devilish look in his dark eyes; "Isn't that a bit low for you?"
Vegeta's mouth closed over the wounded flesh and sucked hard. Hot copper tasting blood entered his mouth driving him wild with blood lust; he heard her sharp intake of breath and watched with a calculating air as she tried in vain to move her arm back.
"STOP!" she snarled, her knees buckling under her soaring sensations, he let go watching her crumple to the floor, never once taking her eyes away from his.
Bulma's skin was dancing with sensation, she half longed for him to do it again and at the same time her mind screamed at her to run far away.
"You complete bastard." She swore, her mouth forming a sickened smile, "I suppose that's some sort of deformed Saiya-jin mating ritual?"
Vegeta laughed coldly down at her licking his burgundy lips savouring her sweet taste, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
She gazed up at his her eyes alight with a new fire, she placed one hand against the cold wall and pushed herself up; "If I did tell them about this, I'd say that you had taken advantage of me."
Running one hand through her long blue hair she let it fall gracefully back onto her shoulder, watching with an inward loathing and pleasure as his eyes followed the cascading waterfall.
Bulma smiled moving towards him salaciously swaying her hips and draping both arms across his shoulders, she drew closer, silence pressed over them; his eyes never leaving hers cold and calculating.
"And who do think they'll believe?" she said from under thick lashes laughing seductively up at him, pressing her body against his.
"Me?" she raised her face to his and smiling vexingly up at him, "Or you?"
She laughed again, cruel, merciless and vengeful.
He took a deep intake of breath, this was getting to dangerous for his liking, he couldn't predict her anymore and he couldn't control her either, she was becoming more and more attractive to him with each passing minute.
Bulma moved forwards bumping her nose against his, moving her hips in slow sensual circles as she did so, like a crouching tiger ready to pounce, and he didn't know how much longer he could control himself.
He opened his mouth to speak but was taken back as she moved her own small ruby lips over his, her tongue filling the deep recesses of his mouth, they moved together in a passionate dance, one trying to gain superiority over the other.
She tore her mouth away from his, a fierce look of malice tainted triumph playing across her bitter features, "I hope you feel the flames burning inside of you soon. You will let the fire consume you." She hissed at him her eyes dancing with a sick sort of delight.
He was confused and slightly afraid, the river was beating down on him with unrivalled force; destroying anything in its way.
She was driving him mad, he realised with a jolt of acrimonious realisation, but he wouldn't let her win that easily, he'd see her morality hanging by a thread soon enough, and then he'd break her.
"DON'T PUSH IT WOMAN!" Vegeta bellowed, his onyx eyes glinting with real anger as he slammed her against the wall, her arms pinned above her head in a tight death lock.
"Go on," she snarled, "get it out of your system!"
'I'll never get you out of mine.'
He didn't answer, instead he tried to get a rise out of her by tracing her lips with one cold finger, and she didn't flinch her eyes staring straight back into his with a look of part lust and part intense abhorrence.
"Just try it!" she spat as his mouth moved closer to hers; anger coursing through her along with a deep routed attraction for him. She wondered exactly what sort of hole she'd been digging for herself.
Vegeta raised his head slightly and glared right back at her unmoving eyes; silence poured over them for what seemed an age.
In those singular seconds he chose the path that would now affect their lives for all eternity,
"No one will hear you scream."
He let her go moving across the room to shut the door with a resounding snap; he'd never been so angry in his whole damned life.
It was time she learnt some respect.
"Fine." Was all he said.
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Okay, well that was a load of crap, sorry for a truly dreadful chapter, and no, the obvious isn't about to happen, it gets a lot more dark now, IMPOSSIBLE you say? Bulma cannot be more twisted that she already is?
Well ha! I say just wait until you find out what she did to Yamcha!
Hopefully in the next chapter Chi-Chi will pay a surprise visit to Bulma when she least expects it…………
Anywaz, read and review,
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The Eternity Dragon and Murray