More Than That…
Chapter three
A wish had been granted, a wish that could save or destroy the earth. A secret wish, made by a small little robot by the name of N-206 from who had come from a distant planet, he knew an evil was brewing on his home planet and that androids were also being built on this planet. N-206 had calculated the whereabouts of the dragonballs and knew what it had to do, it would need to summon to the world of the living the most powerful warrior ever to exist in the universe.
The green eternal dragon hovered in the sky, his eyes glowed yellow and gold as he summoned his inner strength so he could grant the wish. In an instant the dragon roared, "Your wish has been granted, farewell" and as his body dissolved into the sky the dragonballs vanished, leaving no trace as to where they have been deposited.
N-206 hid behind a small rock, afraid to look at the creature that was laying limp on the ground. It was a small body, a female wearing a large black cape, her hair was black and tinted brown and though long it spiked out a bit at the front. Her eyes shot open as she managed to pull herself up onto her feet, brushing the dust and dirt off her clothes. She was incredibly young, possibly just out of her teens. The robot stood up, only a few centimetres high from the ground and walked up to the girl.
"Who – are – you?" He said in his robotic non-tonal voice. The girl crouched down and smiled, patting the little robot on its head.
"My name is Sierra; you have wished me back to life, why?" The girl sat down and crossed her legs. N-206 thought it best to bring her up to speed, if she truly was the greatest warrior ever to exist then maybe she would help him save his planet from utter destruction and protect the planet earth and its legendary dragonballs. Sierra listened, saying nothing as the robot filled her in on the necessary information; finally the robot finished his story with a plea to help protect his home planet. Sierra smiled wickedly, "whatever made you think I would bother with your pathetic planet!" Sierra laughed and before the robot had a chance to react she blasted it with her power and stood up. She threw off the black cape that was on her shoulders, she only wore her white boots, black armour and chest shield. Over her forehead she wore a gold band, a large diamond in the centre sparkled in the light and she took a deep breath, it felt great to be alive although her kind were dead.
She was glad to be the last of her kind and to have a chance to start her life over. She belonged to a beastly race, looking not too different from the creatures on the planet she had been revived on, they were all warriors but female fighters were frowned upon. She had been chosen at a young age to train in the art of war, and before she was ten years old she was feared by many, some even once believed her power might even cause her form to change, and she could become a whole new entity of power and strength. She led her people into many battles and trained many armies, only those who respected words from such a youngling, and she was often sought after as a potential mate when she would come of age.
By the time she was fifteen years old she had been selected to attend to the king of her species, her future mate and lover. King Vegeta.
Bulma decided to dress according to her real strengths so she slipped on the shortest black mini dress with no straps she could find, tall stilettos and she brushed her hair, washed her face and sprayed her most tantalising perfume on her neck and heart. She would make a point in this outfit, Yamcha would already be missing her but she wanted to remind him of what he was really missing out on.
She opened her door and Vegeta, oddly enough was waiting outside with his arms folded and head down, staring at his boots.
"I think this is better than a beating don't you?" She laughed, stepping out into the corridor, breezing past Vegeta in an effortless motion. Vegeta looked at her up and down, and up once again, his mouth was tightly shut otherwise he felt his tongue might fall out onto the ground. She was stunning but he wondered what she had in mind, was she going back to him after all?
"Well?" She winked; obviously he was lost for words so she headed downstairs to confront her ex boyfriend. Yamcha stood up as Bulma entered the lounge room and he was nearly bowled over by her new look. He was expecting her to be sobbing, in a state of pity or at least just in her pyjamas! He didn't move, just behind Bulma there was a very angry looking Vegeta.
"Uh, Bulma….can we talk in private?" Yamcha stumbled, a sweat drop trickling down his forehead. Bulma laughed.
"Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of him!" Bulma puffed out her chest and a little more of her cleavage appeared, both males were simply mesmerised. She wanted to look intimidating and sexy, she wanted him to beg, to act like the pathetic animal he was and then, she would let Vegeta rip into him. She smiled at that final thought.
"What? Is he your boyfriend now?" Yamcha mocked, he knew that wouldn't happen, it just wasn't possible as far as he was concerned. Bulma glanced at Vegeta, he was standing right behind her, and he was glaring at Yamcha. So did he actually care about her? She decided to play along, she wanted to make sure Yamcha realised she would never belong to a creep like him ever again. She turned around and hung her arms around Vegeta's neck, the prince didn't move, his eyes wide open in shock as her lips pressed against his. He could feel his mouth being pried open by her tongue.
"No fucking way!" Yamcha screamed, pulling at the hair on his head, "You are such a slut! I can't believe this!"
Bulma let go and walked up to Yamcha, "believe it!" She lifted her left hand and swiftly slapped him across the face. Vegeta felt like dropping dead on the floor, his stomach felt heavy and knotted and his mouth was dry. He wiped his bottom lip with his tongue; he could still taste her lips. He watched her hit Yamcha across the face but when Yamcha decided to take a turn back Vegeta roared in rage. He flung himself upon the human male, punched him heavily in the gut and then picked him up and threw him outside. Bulma was sprawled across the carpet of the lounge room, crying, holding her nose as a small river of crimson blood trickled down.
"I'll kill you next time I see you" Vegeta roared angrily as Yamcha hobbled away from the terrifying Saiyan. Vegeta left the human male and hurried back inside. Bulma had stopped crying, she was holding a tissue to her nose to soak up the blood. She looked up at Vegeta and smiled her thanks, Vegeta growled.
"Stupid woman! You shouldn't have hit him!" He said nastily, and went into the kitchen. Bulma was dumbfounded, wondering why the prince was suddenly angry at her.
"You do know" Bulma's voice was quite sharp and nasal as she continued to hold the tissue to her nostrils, "that I didn't mean what I said and that kiss…it was an act. There's nothing going on between us…"
"Then why did you kiss me?" The prince smirked playfully.
"Because it was a part of the act! I wanted to make him jealous! I wanted him to know I was being protected! He won't come after me if he knows I'm with you!" Bulma insisted. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and shook his head and disagreed.
"It was pretty passionate for a 'pretend' kiss!" He walked over to her and gave her a box of fresh tissues and sat down, "but you're right, he won't hurt you anymore". Bulma looked at the prince, he was looking at her and their eyes were locked, something strong passed between them but only for a moment, and Bulma turned away.
"I'm going to go get out of this silly dress…" she looked at Vegeta who smirked, "and don't you dare imagine I'm naked or else! Twerp! I'm not your girl!" She wasn't being bitter, she just wanted to make it clear to the Saiyan prince that she didn't want to continue on with the act, he however, had his own ideas. He couldn't forget how she looked when he walked in on her in the bath tub, her skin look so soft, light creamy coloured, his desire was building.
"Fine…but next time you want to put on a show like that, let me know so I can get some practice before hand!" He winked and began to go through the fridge for food.
"Men!" Bulma screeched as she trampled upstairs to her room.