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I decided to do a lil section on thanking my lovely reviewers.
VSM- LOL, actually, I was afraid the insults weren't as clever as we all know B and V could make them. Glad to see my lil phrase from high school worked out though .!
Nall-Chan- WOO!! Somebody who read Secrets! Muahahahhaaaa I have sucked you in!!!
silent slayer- Thanks! Hope to see you again!
Fubu player2005- somehow when I type your name, my automatic spell check changes it to Fibulae so pardon the space! I know it's short, but my ADD always kicks in by the end of the chapter and I'm like "wrap it up wrap it up!" However, as I have nothing to do for 3 hours, hopefully this will work out to be a longer chapter!
Texasgrrl- I actually was going to have them grow up together, but then I realized that writing about 5-10 year olds falling in love kinda freaks me out. SO, I decided to go with the majority (for once) and skip ahead a few years to where I felt comfortable. Don't worry, it doesn't mess with the story line I have planned at all (as they were not really going to get too close as kids anyway). I just wanted to use their childhood as a basis for them knowing who the hell the other was!
Shades of Crimson- as a B/V writer, you should know I've got your back!
Vampiress-06- Happy to see you liked it
7 reviews, the most by far! I am very easy to please...if this hit's a 100 reviews by the end (as secrets almost did), I am seriously going to pee my panties! TMI? TOO BAD!!!
Onto the next chappie!
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Buruma had decided that instead of meeting her troubles head on she would instead take a better approach. Locking herself in her room and crying into her pillow about the injustices in the world. Childish, yes, but it felt so right that she didn't care. However depressed she may be, her intellectual side noted all of her stages. Denial, this couldn't be happening. King Vegeta made a mistake and would be here any second to tell her it was a fuck up. Anger, how DARE he force her into this marriage! Were they still in the primeval ages where this sort of thing happened. Depression, why her? What did she do? She figured acceptance was a long shot off, possibly never to occur. As for the other stages, maybe later. Right now, she had a pillow to soak.
Eventually, as it usually happens, her crying led her to a state of hysteria and eventually nausea quickly followed by drowsiness. All in all, she felt she covered enough ground to fall asleep without feeling like a quitter. It was in this time frame that, if she were awake, she would have noticed a certain prince walking in. Yes, Prince Charles was here to save the day! What? Oh. Never mind, it was just Vegeta. He silently walked over to her bed, watching her as she slept. Sitting down beside of her, it would have been a tender moment if her eyes were not puffy and smeared with mascara and eyeliner. Had not her face been stained with dried tears matted on her foundation and powder and her dress forever ruined by the ghastly makeup, she would have been down right cute. But that was not the case as Vegeta even found flaws in her now mussed hair style. Yes, Buruma definitely had a lot to clean up after awakening. Normally, he would have shaken her awake and demanded attention, but he was not an idiot and wanted to keep his hearing. Actually, he probably already lost a bit of it earlier when meeting with his father. His mind shifted gears and wondered where the hell his father ran off to anyway. Oh, and what was for dinner tonight. Oh God, he was starting to sound like a lower class citizen now. Well, he figured he let her sleep enough and gently nudged her awake. By gently, of course, I mean she was pushed to the floor.
Blue eyes quickly snapped open and Vegeta could have sworn they turned red for a moment as she practically lunged herself at her assailant. Vegeta, caught unaware as he was a Saiyan prince and no one in their right mind would ever dare to attack him, was roughly pushed onto the opposite side of the bed and straight to the floor. Now Buruma, though at a time it seemed like a good idea, had practically fallen to one side of the floor only to launch herself straight onto the other side. Had she considered this, it might have been funny, but right now she had a Saiyan to kill.
Quick as light, Vegeta had his attacker on her back breathing heavily. Though usually in control, seeing the previously mentioned makeup disaster on her face while she was trying so hard to look seriously pissed off brought a roaring laughter from the beloved prince. Buruma, thinking he was not taking her attack seriously, roughly shoved her knee into his crowned jewels. Vegeta, as most men, was out for the count.
Quickly gathering her skirts, she stood up and walked over to her vanity. Seeing her reflection, and Vegeta in a fetal position in the corner of the mirror, she could not control the small smile that gathered on her lips. A chuckle escaped and Vegeta, though in misery, found his composure and stood up, with the help of the bed post of course. Sitting on her bed, he ignored as she took a rag and wiped off the black gook gathered on her porcelain skin. She quickly brushed out her tangled locks and pulled it back into a pony tail, leaving a few strands to outline her face. When finished, she turned around and stormed into her walk in closet, changing into a pair of gray pajama bottoms and a blue tank top.
It was when she emerged and Vegeta looked at her that something went off in their minds. This was what they saw.
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Bulma had emerged from her bathroom and walked over to where Vegeta still lie in bed, fast asleep. Due to her father being out for a business trip and her mom with him, they had snuck Vegeta in past all the servants and spent the night together It had been fun, no sexual content or anything, but a lot of pillow talk, holding, and kissing. She wore her normal pajamas, gray sweatpants with untied strings and a blue tank top. Her hair, freshly washed, was pulled back into the usual messy ponytail, but it still smelled of lavender, her usual scent. She quietly climbed on the large mattress and over to Vegeta. She tucked herself under the blankets with him, but in a moments notice she was straddling his waist. She leaned over and placed small kisses over his jaw, smiling between them as he slowly stirred awake. When his eyes opened and saw Bulma on top of him, who could deny the smirk on his face? It was then that she slowly leaned down and planted a tender kiss on his lips. Before she could pull away, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her delicate hips and flipped them over so that she now lay beneath him.
"Vegeta, not fair!" However unfair it seemed at the time, Bulma still let out a playful chuckle before Vegeta pressed his forehead to hers.
"Life's not fair, little one."
"The name is Bulma, BUUULLLLMMAAA!"
"Yeah, so?" Before she could say anymore, their lips met again for a most passionate kiss, their tongues entwined and caressing the others.
She delicately ran her fingers under his shirt and lifted it up over his head. Vegeta looked at her with lustful eyes. "How far?"
"Lets find out."
Vegeta nodded and slowly skimmed his fingers across her stomach and finally to the hem of her shirt, copying her actions by removing it above her head. He looked down at her lacey bra and decided to leave it to avoid further temptation. Not able to contain himself any longer, he forcefully kissed her mouth, his tongue begging for entrance that she granted him ever so willingly.
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When the two snapped out of their trance of sorts, they found themselves in the previously mentioned position, with their lips, and tongues, touching the others. Vegeta was the first to snap out of it and quickly flew into the air, still hovering above her as he could not, for all his life, break their stunned eye contact. Apparently the vision had been strong enough to force them to role play it in a sense. Nothing was spoken for what seemed to be ages before Buruma let out a blood curtailing scream, forcing Vegeta to lose control and slam into bed beside of her. His weight broke the bed and let out such a commotion that local guards walking by thought an assailant had attacked the prince's fiancé and hurried into the room. The sight they came in on was almost mind shattering. There laid the future queen of Vegetasai on a broken bed with the prince on his stomach beside of her. Both looking extremely mussed and Buruma missing a shirt, her breasts not even covered by a bra and Vegeta wearing only the bottoms to his Saiyan armor (that was previously mentioned in chapter before this). Buruma, quickly noticing her state, was about to cover her breasts when Vegeta threw a blanket on top of her.
"What are you looking at you fools? GET OUT!" The gaurds quickly bowed and ran for their lives, their faces redder than the sky of Vegetasai.
The two, now alone, were panting heavily as everything came together. Another vision, but of what? Vegeta had been wearing some other type of clothes in their vision, but Buruma had been wearing the exact same thing, minus brand name. She quickly threw her shirt on top of her head and looked at Vegeta. "What the hell happened."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't give me that bullshit Vegeta, you know what I mean."
"You obviously found me irresistible and attacked me, woman!"
"Oh I am so sure Vegeta, that was why I was on the bottom!"
"WELL YOU FUCKING STARTED THE WHOLE THING!"
"OH, I AM SO SORRY, VEGETA! I FORGOT THAT WE WERE FIVE YEARS OLD!"
"WHY YOU ANNOYING LITTLE BITCH"
"BETTER THAN BEING A BRAIN DEAD OAF!"
"ARRRG, GET OUT OF HERE!"
"IT'S MY ROOM, PRINCE OF ALL MORONS!"
"I AM YOUR PRINCE, YOU WILL SHOW ME RESPECT."
"ONLY WHEN YOU DESERVE IT!"
The two glared at each other, both fuming. Finally Vegeta gathered his things and stormed out of the room, making sure to slam the door. Buruma, on the other hand, turned around and looked at her destroyed bed. "AND WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!?"
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Vegeta could not think clearly and found himself running down the twisted corridors of the castle, his destination being the clairvoyant witch.
'Maybe she can tell me what is going on,' he thought.
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