To Amber: Wow, you like my story even though there's no lemon? I'm flattered!
To Ifonly: Of course! What kind of a journey to another planet would it be without having to deal
with our beloved Auntie Flo? Happy you like it, and FYI, I loved "Of Princesses and Dragons!"
^_^
To Bryony: I'm pleased that I had you fooled, to tell ya the truth, when I was writing that chappy a
few months ago, I almost did make it the big "Bulma & Vegeta Union Chapter." But my common
sense won me over and I decided to save it til later! I'm so evil! ^_^
To Ledophole: Good, you hate Celeria. . . that's the entire reason I put her in there, or is there
more to her purpose? LOL, I'm not telling! : P
To Sakura: I'm glad you like my first fic, and I'm delighted that I'm successfully keepin' everyone
on the edge of their seats!
To Everyone Else: Here's 17! R&R and I might give ya'll a lil' treat. . . And thanks so much for not flaming 16!
Chapter 17:
Rescued Once More!
(I wonder how many more times this is going to happen. . .^_~)
**Okay, I know it's Chapter 17 already but I thought it was about time to give some dedications.
Major thanks to one of my BF's, Vegetazgrl, for giving me the push I needed to start writing (see
how far that joking and fighting in the bouncy castle went?! *inside joke*), and to another of my
BF's, Maxforever, for always encouraging me and commenting on my work, and also to
Bella_Frog_2000, a true and dear friend WHO I GOT INVOLVED IN DBZ! ^_^ Lastly, I
dedicate this story to everyone who has e-mailed me with comments and/or reviews, I couldn't have
made it this far w/o your support! Domo arigatou to all! Now, on to the story and ENJOY!!!! Don't
forget to R & R!!!!**
"Dammit!" Vegeta cursed. He remembered every last event that had transpired in his dream. No way in
hell was he going to let anyone touch the woman, she was his property and he was the only one allowed to
please her intimately. The Prince was unusually accepting of that last thought, for once his pride
remained quiet as he dreamt up what he was going to do with Bulma when he stole her back.
"Forget dreaming!" he growled to himself. "First you've got to get her back before that baka violates and
hurts her!" He jumped to his feet and once again took off towards the woman's ki. Strangely, hers was
much larger than that of the Yanghsmen and Ungo. The highest power he sensed was that of Celeria, and
at 1,403, she was nowhere near to his level. Obviously her years of being safe in Ungo's arms caused her
to neglect her training. He smirked, he was going to enjoy torturing both women...one viciously and the
other passionately.
* * * * *
Bulma crawled into the far corner of the chamber. She couldn't understand why Vegeta had let that
Saiyan, Celeria, recapture her.
"Oh Vegeta..." she sighed. "How I miss you. I wish you were here." The woman wrapped her arms
around herself and forcefully held back her tears. There was no way she would cry. Not here, not now.
She pulled her knees between her arms and held herself tightly, trying to get the sensation of another
person holding her.
She started when the door slid open, her eyes filled with dread at the thought of who it might be. She
didn't relax when she saw Ungo, with his Saiyan woman standing behind him.
"My dear. You have nothing to fear from us. We simply wish to...talk." cooed Ungo.
Bulma scrunched herself into the corner even further and cringed at his deceitful words. She knew
nothing good could come from her talking with him.
Taking her submission as a consent, the mutant walked further into the room and sat on the bed, Celeria
hovering at his left side. Bulma didn't like the scornful glare the woman was giving her...it almost looked
like the Saiyan was jealous of her.
"As I was saying, I only want to talk with you. It is not my desire to keep you locked up in here, I would
much rather give you free reign of the city. But I can't do that if you continue to be uncontrollable. That
little disappearing act you pulled at the ceremony was a huge mistake, now I fear I can't trust you
anymore."
"You will never trust me. Because the moment you trust me is the moment I will escape, again. Lock me
up if you want to, but you'll never get away with it! I have friends that are probably searching for me as
we speak!"
(Flash to Earth . . . Goku's house)
- - Big party for no real occasion - -
"Hey guys, anybody seen Bulma or Vegeta around lately?" questioned Goku in his childish way.
"No, I haven't." answered Krillin.
"Come to think of it, neither have I." responded ChiChi.
"Not me." chorused Oolong and Master Roshi.
Tien shook his head and Chaotzu shrugged his little shoulders in a clueless manner.
"I haven't seen them. But the last time I talked to her, Mrs. Briefs told me that Vegeta was probably
screwing Bulma up and down the block." grumbled Yamcha.
"There, there Yammy." cooed Naiyah, AKA date #1.
"Yeah, ChaCha. We've been telling you to forget about her." agreed Shasta, AKA date #2.
"You've still got us!" cheered Chica, AKA date #3.
"Nah. I don't think Vegeta would be screwin-" started Goku.
"GOKU!" shouted ChiChi. "I don't want you using such language in front of my little Gohan! It's bad
enough he learned how to fight like a gangster, the last thing we need is for him to learn to talk like one!"
"Aw mom!" complained Gohan, going red in the face.
"Oh dear, Gohan! You're turning red! I'll bet you have a fever! Into bed with you, young man. I'll be
up with the baby thermometer (Hehehehehe! Poor Gohan! ^_^) in a bit." and the pushy woman ushered
the boy up the stairs.
"Well, I wonder where those two could be? I'm kinda worried." commented Goku.
"Don't be. Wherever they are, I'm sure they're having fun!" chuckled the envious Roshi. "How come
Vegeta gets all the goods?!" he grumbled to himself.
"Can we PLEASE get back to the party now?" whined Oolong, ogling some of ChiChi's available female
friends.
"Sure." answered Goku.
And the entire group started bouncing to some upbeat music.
(Flash back to Kraston)
"Ms. Briefs. I don't think your friends would be able to stop me no matter what I do to you." said Ungo in
a firm voice. "After all, I'm positive that not even Vegeta knows where this planet is located. Now, this
is not the sort of chat I had hoped to have with you. May I move on to my pre-determined subject yet?"
"Fine." sneered Bulma.
"Thank you. One of my close friends wants to visit you later this evening. It doesn't matter what your
take on his visit is, he's coming anyway. I was simply wondering if you'd perhaps like to clean up some."
"No." Bulma smirked viciously at Ungo's displeased frown.
"I insist, you smell like a trash heap. Though you may be a research subject to me, the Yangh see you as a
goddess of sorts...and it is manditory to have the odor of one."
"I said no. Now go away before I really get mad!" growled Bulma threateningly.
"Okay, okay. Fine. If you wish to smell like a wild animal, then so be it. I won't try to force you. See
you soon." Ungo flipped a hand at Bulma in a departing gesture and left the room, Celeria close behind.
The human woman caught one last glimpse of Celeria's grumpy face, so much like Vegeta's, before she
disappeared. The similarities between mother and son were so vivid that it brought tears to Bulma's eyes.
She was surprised at this, she couldn't ever remember missing someone as much as she was missing the
arrogant Saiyan Prince.
* * * * *
Vegeta panted lightly as he burst forth from the forest. He stopped just short of the city and glanced about
apprehensively. The prince ducked back into the shadows just as a brigade of soldiers marched by.
Though he could have easily destroyed the troops, Vegeta decided against it; for to do so would bring
attention to him and could jeapordize his mission of finding and rescuing the woman.
"Now where is that damn lab?!" he cursed, his Saiyan eyes scouring the area for some sign of his
destination. His question was answered when he saw what looked like a signpost across from his hiding
place. He glanced at the foreign language and was stumped, but then his strong eyesight spotted a white
pyramid drawing on the sign and an arrow pointing straight ahead. "Bingo." he smirked, recognizing his
use of the human statement in slight surprise. 'I've been staying there so long, it's only natural that I pick
up phrases and expressions from their culture sometime!' he justified to himself.
Upon reassuring himself and sneaking successfully into the shadows of his desired street, he took off in a
blur of navy blue and black. 'Soon woman, soon.' he thought to Bulma, hoping she would get his
message. Vegeta didn't even want to think of what might happen to him if the bond was one-way, but he
knew he wouldn't be able to survive if it was.
* * * * *
Bulma started awake. She had finally managed to doze off when she was jolted back into consciousness.
Despite her disappointment at being awoken, the woman felt a strange sense of calm overcome her. She
had felt Vegeta's presence, if only for a moment. She tried desperately to grasp onto the now-fading
comfort of the stoic Saiyan, only to succeed in pushing it further away from herself.
"Guess I'm just meant to suffer right now." she sighed dejectedly.
In a short while, Bulma's ears picked up faint footsteps and quiet talking. She growled and curled back
into her corner, trying to force herself through the barrier as she listened to the voices coming closer, lead
by the hasty footsteps. One voice she recognized as Ungo's, but the other was a complete mystery. The
woman listened quietly for a few minutes. They sounded about a quarter of the way into the building,
halfway to her cell. She strained her ears to make out the foreign voice, it's baritone rumble sent
unpleasant shivers up and down her spine.
"Vegeta..." Bulma whispered, stiffened with fear.
* * * * *
- - 5 Minutes Earlier - -
"Kuso!" cursed Vegeta. He had found his way to the Main Lab, only to be discouraged when he couldn't
access it. It had an automated voice that evidently requested a password for entrance. But he couldn't
understand the language nor did he know the password.
"Like I said...quite the treasure." he recognized Ungo's voice and growled angrily. He leapt into the
bushes by the side of the Lab to watch as Ungo and the Yangh he recognized from his vision approached
the door. The Saiyan had to fight back his over-bearing urge to rip out the scumbag's heart. He crouched
down low as the doctor came up to the door.
"Uilsnkgles." spoke Doctor Ungo.
"Ouelsn nouea." replied the automated voice.
The doors slid open and the doctor and Yanghsman entered the lab.
Vegeta slid out of his hiding place and snuck up to the voice pad.
"Uilsnkgles." the Saiyan stated, repeated Ungo's password.
The machine responded as before and the doors slid open silently. Acting quickly, Vegeta darted into the
building and sought out the woman's ki. She was towards the middle of the compound, but her ki signal
was weaker than usual. Vegeta was worried, that meant one of two things; either she was inactive...or
terribly wounded. He preferred not to entertain the latter idea, and prayed that she was only resting.
Vegeta sped down the hall, staying in the shadows so as not to be detected by the security cameras that
had obviously been recently installed.
"Right in here." came Ungo's voice. Vegeta immediately halted when the doctor and Krastonian popped
into his sight.
The Saiyan Prince hid in the tween (Got it off of Charmed, means an area between two places; i.e. doors,
windows, shadows, midnight, etc.) and glared silently at the pair as the geneticist pulled back a peg and
slid the door open.
"What the hell do you want?!" demanded a slightly hysterical female voice.
"Bulma, dear, there is someone here who wants to see you." started Ungo as he and the oversized canine
stepped into the chamber.
"NO!" roared Vegeta, bolting out of his hiding place and running to stand in front of Bulma. "GET THE
HELL AWAY FROM HER YOU PERVERTED FREAKS!"
"Ve-Vegeta?" stuttered the woman in surprise. The other two occupants of the room also looked
extremely shocked at seeing the Saiyan suddenly there.
"That's right woman, and now we're leaving." the prince turned to Bulma and saw her deep blue eyes
steadily fill up with tears. He wanted to question her leakage, but decided against it; they had little time to
waste. "Come on woman!" he commanded, holding out his hand to her. The woman tenatively reached
out her own small hand and clasped onto his. Satisfied, Vegeta pulled her close to himself and lifted her
up into his arms. Then, like a streak of lightning, he was out of there. Leaving two severely stunned
citizens behind.
To Ifonly: Of course! What kind of a journey to another planet would it be without having to deal
with our beloved Auntie Flo? Happy you like it, and FYI, I loved "Of Princesses and Dragons!"
^_^
To Bryony: I'm pleased that I had you fooled, to tell ya the truth, when I was writing that chappy a
few months ago, I almost did make it the big "Bulma & Vegeta Union Chapter." But my common
sense won me over and I decided to save it til later! I'm so evil! ^_^
To Ledophole: Good, you hate Celeria. . . that's the entire reason I put her in there, or is there
more to her purpose? LOL, I'm not telling! : P
To Sakura: I'm glad you like my first fic, and I'm delighted that I'm successfully keepin' everyone
on the edge of their seats!
To Everyone Else: Here's 17! R&R and I might give ya'll a lil' treat. . . And thanks so much for not flaming 16!
Chapter 17:
Rescued Once More!
(I wonder how many more times this is going to happen. . .^_~)
**Okay, I know it's Chapter 17 already but I thought it was about time to give some dedications.
Major thanks to one of my BF's, Vegetazgrl, for giving me the push I needed to start writing (see
how far that joking and fighting in the bouncy castle went?! *inside joke*), and to another of my
BF's, Maxforever, for always encouraging me and commenting on my work, and also to
Bella_Frog_2000, a true and dear friend WHO I GOT INVOLVED IN DBZ! ^_^ Lastly, I
dedicate this story to everyone who has e-mailed me with comments and/or reviews, I couldn't have
made it this far w/o your support! Domo arigatou to all! Now, on to the story and ENJOY!!!! Don't
forget to R & R!!!!**
"Dammit!" Vegeta cursed. He remembered every last event that had transpired in his dream. No way in
hell was he going to let anyone touch the woman, she was his property and he was the only one allowed to
please her intimately. The Prince was unusually accepting of that last thought, for once his pride
remained quiet as he dreamt up what he was going to do with Bulma when he stole her back.
"Forget dreaming!" he growled to himself. "First you've got to get her back before that baka violates and
hurts her!" He jumped to his feet and once again took off towards the woman's ki. Strangely, hers was
much larger than that of the Yanghsmen and Ungo. The highest power he sensed was that of Celeria, and
at 1,403, she was nowhere near to his level. Obviously her years of being safe in Ungo's arms caused her
to neglect her training. He smirked, he was going to enjoy torturing both women...one viciously and the
other passionately.
* * * * *
Bulma crawled into the far corner of the chamber. She couldn't understand why Vegeta had let that
Saiyan, Celeria, recapture her.
"Oh Vegeta..." she sighed. "How I miss you. I wish you were here." The woman wrapped her arms
around herself and forcefully held back her tears. There was no way she would cry. Not here, not now.
She pulled her knees between her arms and held herself tightly, trying to get the sensation of another
person holding her.
She started when the door slid open, her eyes filled with dread at the thought of who it might be. She
didn't relax when she saw Ungo, with his Saiyan woman standing behind him.
"My dear. You have nothing to fear from us. We simply wish to...talk." cooed Ungo.
Bulma scrunched herself into the corner even further and cringed at his deceitful words. She knew
nothing good could come from her talking with him.
Taking her submission as a consent, the mutant walked further into the room and sat on the bed, Celeria
hovering at his left side. Bulma didn't like the scornful glare the woman was giving her...it almost looked
like the Saiyan was jealous of her.
"As I was saying, I only want to talk with you. It is not my desire to keep you locked up in here, I would
much rather give you free reign of the city. But I can't do that if you continue to be uncontrollable. That
little disappearing act you pulled at the ceremony was a huge mistake, now I fear I can't trust you
anymore."
"You will never trust me. Because the moment you trust me is the moment I will escape, again. Lock me
up if you want to, but you'll never get away with it! I have friends that are probably searching for me as
we speak!"
(Flash to Earth . . . Goku's house)
- - Big party for no real occasion - -
"Hey guys, anybody seen Bulma or Vegeta around lately?" questioned Goku in his childish way.
"No, I haven't." answered Krillin.
"Come to think of it, neither have I." responded ChiChi.
"Not me." chorused Oolong and Master Roshi.
Tien shook his head and Chaotzu shrugged his little shoulders in a clueless manner.
"I haven't seen them. But the last time I talked to her, Mrs. Briefs told me that Vegeta was probably
screwing Bulma up and down the block." grumbled Yamcha.
"There, there Yammy." cooed Naiyah, AKA date #1.
"Yeah, ChaCha. We've been telling you to forget about her." agreed Shasta, AKA date #2.
"You've still got us!" cheered Chica, AKA date #3.
"Nah. I don't think Vegeta would be screwin-" started Goku.
"GOKU!" shouted ChiChi. "I don't want you using such language in front of my little Gohan! It's bad
enough he learned how to fight like a gangster, the last thing we need is for him to learn to talk like one!"
"Aw mom!" complained Gohan, going red in the face.
"Oh dear, Gohan! You're turning red! I'll bet you have a fever! Into bed with you, young man. I'll be
up with the baby thermometer (Hehehehehe! Poor Gohan! ^_^) in a bit." and the pushy woman ushered
the boy up the stairs.
"Well, I wonder where those two could be? I'm kinda worried." commented Goku.
"Don't be. Wherever they are, I'm sure they're having fun!" chuckled the envious Roshi. "How come
Vegeta gets all the goods?!" he grumbled to himself.
"Can we PLEASE get back to the party now?" whined Oolong, ogling some of ChiChi's available female
friends.
"Sure." answered Goku.
And the entire group started bouncing to some upbeat music.
(Flash back to Kraston)
"Ms. Briefs. I don't think your friends would be able to stop me no matter what I do to you." said Ungo in
a firm voice. "After all, I'm positive that not even Vegeta knows where this planet is located. Now, this
is not the sort of chat I had hoped to have with you. May I move on to my pre-determined subject yet?"
"Fine." sneered Bulma.
"Thank you. One of my close friends wants to visit you later this evening. It doesn't matter what your
take on his visit is, he's coming anyway. I was simply wondering if you'd perhaps like to clean up some."
"No." Bulma smirked viciously at Ungo's displeased frown.
"I insist, you smell like a trash heap. Though you may be a research subject to me, the Yangh see you as a
goddess of sorts...and it is manditory to have the odor of one."
"I said no. Now go away before I really get mad!" growled Bulma threateningly.
"Okay, okay. Fine. If you wish to smell like a wild animal, then so be it. I won't try to force you. See
you soon." Ungo flipped a hand at Bulma in a departing gesture and left the room, Celeria close behind.
The human woman caught one last glimpse of Celeria's grumpy face, so much like Vegeta's, before she
disappeared. The similarities between mother and son were so vivid that it brought tears to Bulma's eyes.
She was surprised at this, she couldn't ever remember missing someone as much as she was missing the
arrogant Saiyan Prince.
* * * * *
Vegeta panted lightly as he burst forth from the forest. He stopped just short of the city and glanced about
apprehensively. The prince ducked back into the shadows just as a brigade of soldiers marched by.
Though he could have easily destroyed the troops, Vegeta decided against it; for to do so would bring
attention to him and could jeapordize his mission of finding and rescuing the woman.
"Now where is that damn lab?!" he cursed, his Saiyan eyes scouring the area for some sign of his
destination. His question was answered when he saw what looked like a signpost across from his hiding
place. He glanced at the foreign language and was stumped, but then his strong eyesight spotted a white
pyramid drawing on the sign and an arrow pointing straight ahead. "Bingo." he smirked, recognizing his
use of the human statement in slight surprise. 'I've been staying there so long, it's only natural that I pick
up phrases and expressions from their culture sometime!' he justified to himself.
Upon reassuring himself and sneaking successfully into the shadows of his desired street, he took off in a
blur of navy blue and black. 'Soon woman, soon.' he thought to Bulma, hoping she would get his
message. Vegeta didn't even want to think of what might happen to him if the bond was one-way, but he
knew he wouldn't be able to survive if it was.
* * * * *
Bulma started awake. She had finally managed to doze off when she was jolted back into consciousness.
Despite her disappointment at being awoken, the woman felt a strange sense of calm overcome her. She
had felt Vegeta's presence, if only for a moment. She tried desperately to grasp onto the now-fading
comfort of the stoic Saiyan, only to succeed in pushing it further away from herself.
"Guess I'm just meant to suffer right now." she sighed dejectedly.
In a short while, Bulma's ears picked up faint footsteps and quiet talking. She growled and curled back
into her corner, trying to force herself through the barrier as she listened to the voices coming closer, lead
by the hasty footsteps. One voice she recognized as Ungo's, but the other was a complete mystery. The
woman listened quietly for a few minutes. They sounded about a quarter of the way into the building,
halfway to her cell. She strained her ears to make out the foreign voice, it's baritone rumble sent
unpleasant shivers up and down her spine.
"Vegeta..." Bulma whispered, stiffened with fear.
* * * * *
- - 5 Minutes Earlier - -
"Kuso!" cursed Vegeta. He had found his way to the Main Lab, only to be discouraged when he couldn't
access it. It had an automated voice that evidently requested a password for entrance. But he couldn't
understand the language nor did he know the password.
"Like I said...quite the treasure." he recognized Ungo's voice and growled angrily. He leapt into the
bushes by the side of the Lab to watch as Ungo and the Yangh he recognized from his vision approached
the door. The Saiyan had to fight back his over-bearing urge to rip out the scumbag's heart. He crouched
down low as the doctor came up to the door.
"Uilsnkgles." spoke Doctor Ungo.
"Ouelsn nouea." replied the automated voice.
The doors slid open and the doctor and Yanghsman entered the lab.
Vegeta slid out of his hiding place and snuck up to the voice pad.
"Uilsnkgles." the Saiyan stated, repeated Ungo's password.
The machine responded as before and the doors slid open silently. Acting quickly, Vegeta darted into the
building and sought out the woman's ki. She was towards the middle of the compound, but her ki signal
was weaker than usual. Vegeta was worried, that meant one of two things; either she was inactive...or
terribly wounded. He preferred not to entertain the latter idea, and prayed that she was only resting.
Vegeta sped down the hall, staying in the shadows so as not to be detected by the security cameras that
had obviously been recently installed.
"Right in here." came Ungo's voice. Vegeta immediately halted when the doctor and Krastonian popped
into his sight.
The Saiyan Prince hid in the tween (Got it off of Charmed, means an area between two places; i.e. doors,
windows, shadows, midnight, etc.) and glared silently at the pair as the geneticist pulled back a peg and
slid the door open.
"What the hell do you want?!" demanded a slightly hysterical female voice.
"Bulma, dear, there is someone here who wants to see you." started Ungo as he and the oversized canine
stepped into the chamber.
"NO!" roared Vegeta, bolting out of his hiding place and running to stand in front of Bulma. "GET THE
HELL AWAY FROM HER YOU PERVERTED FREAKS!"
"Ve-Vegeta?" stuttered the woman in surprise. The other two occupants of the room also looked
extremely shocked at seeing the Saiyan suddenly there.
"That's right woman, and now we're leaving." the prince turned to Bulma and saw her deep blue eyes
steadily fill up with tears. He wanted to question her leakage, but decided against it; they had little time to
waste. "Come on woman!" he commanded, holding out his hand to her. The woman tenatively reached
out her own small hand and clasped onto his. Satisfied, Vegeta pulled her close to himself and lifted her
up into his arms. Then, like a streak of lightning, he was out of there. Leaving two severely stunned
citizens behind.
