Chapter 20:
More Mistakes
Hey peeps! I'm so happy that nobody complained about my naughty little rape scene in chapter 16,
I only hope that you all understand WHY I put it in there. Anyways, I'm gonna shut up before you
guys decide to flame me for being long-winded. . . so enjoy this chapter and REVIEW PLEASE!
Lemme know how much you love me! *Big Grin*
"Ah, it's good to be solid again!" sighed Vegeta almost happily as he stretched his tired limbs.
"Vegeta..." growled the now-awake Bulma. "What the HELL did you think you were doing, entering my
dreams without my permission?!"
"Eh..." Vegeta began, searching for a way to get his ass out of this mess. "I was...I was..."
"Forget it." Bulma interrupted, putting a hand over his mouth and sighing in exasperation. "So, how
much did you see?"
"Enough...My Lady." he replied smugly, smirking at her.
"ARG! Shut up!" growled the woman, standing up and walking to stand a few feet from him, wrapping
her arms around herself to maintain a comfortable heat.
"I can't believe you! Abusing your bondage privilage to Dream Drop!"
"Woman, you seem know a lot more about this new predicament than you are letting on. How?"
demanded the prince, attempting to divert her attention while at the same time quite curious as to her
answer.
"I...um...I-I..." stuttered the woman, unsure as to how to respond. "You haven't been the only one
invading your partner's privacy." she stated firmly, spinning around to flash him his own smirk.
Vegeta's jaw dropped, he had picked the wrong bitch to mess with...she was smarter than he gave her
credit for.
"YOU WHAT?!" he roared, anger boiling up inside him.
"I sifted through your memories and your knowledge while you entertained yourself with my subconcious'
images. I actually found quite a few interesting things regarding our 'Mental Mating.' Dream Dropping,
that emotional string thingie, forming a bond, completing a bond, how what hurts me hurts you, how to
sense your bonded partner...loads of good stuff that you had shoved way back in the recesses of your mind.
I even discovered exactly how long you had known of, or at least suspected, the bond. And wasn't I the
curious one when I unearthed your conscience. All of your inner feelings of guilt and regret conflicting
with your black history; I must admit, I was shocked when I felt the fear and insecurity and doubt echoing
through your mind. Hesitation regarding your father's love, your past deeds, your purpose, your
feelings...for me." Bulma whispered the last part, turning her head and staring intently at the ground as
she sent her fervent turmoil to Vegeta.
In seconds flat, the prince was bombarded with depression and dread from the woman. He had to take a
step back as the emotions slowly died down and finally disappeared. 'So,' he thought, 'she feels how I
do.'
**That's right.** Bulma's clear voice agreed in his mind.
**Woman, you shouldn't read my thoughts without my permission.** Vegeta scolded.
**And you shouldn't view my dreams without my permission.** was her sassy reply, as her face turned
towards him with a small smirk.
**Humph. You have a point, granted, it's not a good one, but a point nonetheless.**
**Thank you. So, what do you dream about, Vegeta?** came her innocent question as she moved back
towards him a bit.
**Nothing.**
**Liar. If you don't tell me, I could always find out for myself...**
**And how do you figure that? I don't need as much sleep as you, I could easily avoid your prying
mind.**
**Why would you want to? Are you afraid of what I might think? Of what I might see?** prodded
Bulma.
**Woman, just shut up before I decide you're not worth the effort of keeping alive.** warned Vegeta.
**Okay, okay. I can take a hint, I'll change the subject. So, how long does heat last?**
**One week, sometimes a few days more.**
**Huh. Think you can resist me until it's over?** she joked, smirking at him.
**Woman, I've done it before and I can do it again.** he growled back.
**Whatever.**
**Now will you shut up and go back to sleep, you're not as mouthy when you are unconcious.**
**Just because you asked so nicely.** she consented sarcastically, returning to lay down next to him.
**Humph.**
* * * * *
Bulma stretched and yawned as she sat up on the warm ground the next morning. She was alone in the
small area that Vegeta had dubbed their "camp."
'Where the hell is that kusotarre of a man?!' she thought angrily, before remembering their unique link to
each other.
**Vegeta? Where on this damned planet are you, Mister?** Bulma called out mentally.
**Fishing.** was his short answer.
**Mmm. I'm hungry. Hurry up and catch something for breakfast.**
**I'll take as long as I damn well please, woman.** the prince retorted.
**Humph.** the woman grunted, looking around for something to occupy her time while the Saiyan was
away.
Her eyes drifted down to her pale legs.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed in amazement.
Bulma's small hand floated down to the skin, her blue depths widening in shock. There was no stubble
on her legs. After being unable to shave for what was closing in on two or more weeks, her limbs were
still as smooth as silk. She smiled widely, obviously the days here were shorter, and they stunted the
hair's growth for some reason. The woman was eager to find out why, but had nothing solid to work
with. She consented to just exploring the belt that was still locked about her waist.
Despite the intriguing design, the Earthen female was annoyed with the waistband in less than ten
minutes. She had already investigated it hundreds of times, and never got any closer to solving it's
mystery of purpose. Bulma laid back on the ground and began twirling her earings in boredom. Her
fingers traveled up to the upper part of her left ear and brushed against the cuff she had forgotten was
there.
'Hm. Curious.' she thought. As her nimble digits felt about the decorative piece, her memory registered
it's purpose.
(- - Flashback - -)
"...Come with me now - - take this device Bulma, our gravity is 70 times that of Earth and this will keep it
at your normal setting..." Incoz said before handing the item over, watching carefully as she clipped it
onto her ear.
(- - End Flashback - -)
Bulma had not once noticed the cuff, after initially being introduced to it, in all of her time on Kraston.
She had showered, slept, and swam with it on without so much as a single thought about it's weaknesses.
It was obviously waterproof, and was clasped on securely so as not to fall off during any of her excursions.
Truly a fascinating piece of equipment.
But how did it work? The Earthling's scientific mind was racing as she considered the peculiar design of
the cuff by touch alone, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her. Without a second thought, she pulled it off her
ear.
Bulma didn't have time to scream as she was immediately pushed down to the ground. The cuff slipped
out of her hand and bounced away, not affected by the intense gravity. The woman felt her bones groan as
the pressure upon them continued to increase. She couldn't even breathe and was forced to hold her
breath. The normally easy rise and fall of her chest was interrupted by the overwhelming gravitational
pull. She was being crushed and she couldn't do anything about it.
* * * * *
Vegeta was sloshing around in the shallow pool, trying to find something that remotely resembled a fish,
when his breath was shortened. He felt immense pain on his chest and everything else. The oxygen
entering his lungs was greatly decreased and he felt his ribs begin to crack. But the strange thing was, he
felt his breasts flaten against him.
'BREASTS?!' he thought in surprise and confusion.
He attempted to stand up straight, feeling his internal physique beginning to crumble ever so slowly.
'What the hell is going on?!'
In the back of his mind he heard a weak voice.
**Vege-eta...** called the feeble tone.
**Woman?!** he exclaimed mentally. **Woman, what the hell is going on here?**
**Veg-e-eta... He-elp me... Please...** Bulma answered.
**Woman! What's wrong?! What did you do?!** he demanded, his worry escalating.
**Help...**
That was enough of an answer for him, the prince struggled to dash through the forest in his weakened
state. He could feel Bulma's ki steadily declining. She was dying.
Vegeta burst into the area he had left the woman sleeping in. He saw her flattened form and raced to her
side, having a hard time inhaling a sufficient amount of oxygen. Her eyes were closed and her chest was
still.
The fear and despair the proud Saiyan felt as he watched her unmoving body was far worse than any he
had ever experienced before. It was worse than when his father had handed him over to Frieza, it was
worse than his defeat and death on Namek, it was even worse than seeing Kakarrot a Super Saiyan before
himself. He was devastingly afraid. Vegeta quickly kneeled down next to Bulma's dying figure.
**Woman! Woman! WOMAN, DAMMIT! ANSWER ME!** he demanded of her.
**Ve-geta...?** answered her weak mental reply.
**Oh Gods, woman, what the hell have you done?!** Vegeta asked, his dread rising.
**Vegeta...gravity...regulator...took...off...it's somewhere...somewhere... Can't...breathe...** came her
gasping internal whisper.
**Woman, listen to me. Remember what you said? We share one mind, we are forever connected as one.
You can breathe through me, live through me. Try to focus on attaining your strength from mine. Try.**
urged the prince, on the verge of panicking.
**O...kay...**
Vegeta was greatly relieved when he felt his breathing return to normal, but he had to take in twice as
much air as before to sustain both his and the woman's ki. Now that the immediate danger had passed,
the slower ones had to be dealt with. The prince could still feel his bones bruising and fracturing,
normally an unnoticeable and unimportant predicament because of his Saiyan strength. But as he felt the
woman's pain, he knew that his time was limited. If he didn't regulate the gravity around her soon, her
delicate bones would snap and she'd die as her small frame closed in on her vital organs, piercing them
with their newly formed sharpness. Vegeta didn't dare moving the woman, with her intolerance of the
intense pressure, her spine would snap in seconds at any sudden altitude change.
**Woman...** he started gently. **Woman, you must tell me how I can fix this or you're going to be
crushed.**
**I took...off the gravity...regulator. You have...to find it...without it...there's nothing you can do.** she
replied, still faint-voiced.
**Where is it?** Vegeta questioned lightly, watching her pain-filled face with ever-growing concern.
**Somewhere...I don't know...exactly.** Bulma's mental voice sighed, filled with agony.
**What does it look like?** the prince demanded, attempting to hurry up the process of locating the
device.
**Small...silver...it's an ear cuff...looks like a half-cylinder.** she answered, her tone weakening with
each psychic word.
**Okay...** Vegeta glanced around the camp, his strong eyes searching out the missing item. He saw a
glimmer of light coming from the ground near a clump of discolored grass. **Found it!**
He crawled over to the area and picked up the small piece. Then the prince scooted back to Bulma, and,
for the first time in his life, waited for the instructions of a weaker species.
**Put...it on my ear...** Bulma groaned.
Vegeta gently brushed away Bulma's ocean blue hair, exposing the creamy skin at the left side of her
neck. His tanned hands cautiously replaced the object on the woman's outer ear.
More Mistakes
Hey peeps! I'm so happy that nobody complained about my naughty little rape scene in chapter 16,
I only hope that you all understand WHY I put it in there. Anyways, I'm gonna shut up before you
guys decide to flame me for being long-winded. . . so enjoy this chapter and REVIEW PLEASE!
Lemme know how much you love me! *Big Grin*
"Ah, it's good to be solid again!" sighed Vegeta almost happily as he stretched his tired limbs.
"Vegeta..." growled the now-awake Bulma. "What the HELL did you think you were doing, entering my
dreams without my permission?!"
"Eh..." Vegeta began, searching for a way to get his ass out of this mess. "I was...I was..."
"Forget it." Bulma interrupted, putting a hand over his mouth and sighing in exasperation. "So, how
much did you see?"
"Enough...My Lady." he replied smugly, smirking at her.
"ARG! Shut up!" growled the woman, standing up and walking to stand a few feet from him, wrapping
her arms around herself to maintain a comfortable heat.
"I can't believe you! Abusing your bondage privilage to Dream Drop!"
"Woman, you seem know a lot more about this new predicament than you are letting on. How?"
demanded the prince, attempting to divert her attention while at the same time quite curious as to her
answer.
"I...um...I-I..." stuttered the woman, unsure as to how to respond. "You haven't been the only one
invading your partner's privacy." she stated firmly, spinning around to flash him his own smirk.
Vegeta's jaw dropped, he had picked the wrong bitch to mess with...she was smarter than he gave her
credit for.
"YOU WHAT?!" he roared, anger boiling up inside him.
"I sifted through your memories and your knowledge while you entertained yourself with my subconcious'
images. I actually found quite a few interesting things regarding our 'Mental Mating.' Dream Dropping,
that emotional string thingie, forming a bond, completing a bond, how what hurts me hurts you, how to
sense your bonded partner...loads of good stuff that you had shoved way back in the recesses of your mind.
I even discovered exactly how long you had known of, or at least suspected, the bond. And wasn't I the
curious one when I unearthed your conscience. All of your inner feelings of guilt and regret conflicting
with your black history; I must admit, I was shocked when I felt the fear and insecurity and doubt echoing
through your mind. Hesitation regarding your father's love, your past deeds, your purpose, your
feelings...for me." Bulma whispered the last part, turning her head and staring intently at the ground as
she sent her fervent turmoil to Vegeta.
In seconds flat, the prince was bombarded with depression and dread from the woman. He had to take a
step back as the emotions slowly died down and finally disappeared. 'So,' he thought, 'she feels how I
do.'
**That's right.** Bulma's clear voice agreed in his mind.
**Woman, you shouldn't read my thoughts without my permission.** Vegeta scolded.
**And you shouldn't view my dreams without my permission.** was her sassy reply, as her face turned
towards him with a small smirk.
**Humph. You have a point, granted, it's not a good one, but a point nonetheless.**
**Thank you. So, what do you dream about, Vegeta?** came her innocent question as she moved back
towards him a bit.
**Nothing.**
**Liar. If you don't tell me, I could always find out for myself...**
**And how do you figure that? I don't need as much sleep as you, I could easily avoid your prying
mind.**
**Why would you want to? Are you afraid of what I might think? Of what I might see?** prodded
Bulma.
**Woman, just shut up before I decide you're not worth the effort of keeping alive.** warned Vegeta.
**Okay, okay. I can take a hint, I'll change the subject. So, how long does heat last?**
**One week, sometimes a few days more.**
**Huh. Think you can resist me until it's over?** she joked, smirking at him.
**Woman, I've done it before and I can do it again.** he growled back.
**Whatever.**
**Now will you shut up and go back to sleep, you're not as mouthy when you are unconcious.**
**Just because you asked so nicely.** she consented sarcastically, returning to lay down next to him.
**Humph.**
* * * * *
Bulma stretched and yawned as she sat up on the warm ground the next morning. She was alone in the
small area that Vegeta had dubbed their "camp."
'Where the hell is that kusotarre of a man?!' she thought angrily, before remembering their unique link to
each other.
**Vegeta? Where on this damned planet are you, Mister?** Bulma called out mentally.
**Fishing.** was his short answer.
**Mmm. I'm hungry. Hurry up and catch something for breakfast.**
**I'll take as long as I damn well please, woman.** the prince retorted.
**Humph.** the woman grunted, looking around for something to occupy her time while the Saiyan was
away.
Her eyes drifted down to her pale legs.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed in amazement.
Bulma's small hand floated down to the skin, her blue depths widening in shock. There was no stubble
on her legs. After being unable to shave for what was closing in on two or more weeks, her limbs were
still as smooth as silk. She smiled widely, obviously the days here were shorter, and they stunted the
hair's growth for some reason. The woman was eager to find out why, but had nothing solid to work
with. She consented to just exploring the belt that was still locked about her waist.
Despite the intriguing design, the Earthen female was annoyed with the waistband in less than ten
minutes. She had already investigated it hundreds of times, and never got any closer to solving it's
mystery of purpose. Bulma laid back on the ground and began twirling her earings in boredom. Her
fingers traveled up to the upper part of her left ear and brushed against the cuff she had forgotten was
there.
'Hm. Curious.' she thought. As her nimble digits felt about the decorative piece, her memory registered
it's purpose.
(- - Flashback - -)
"...Come with me now - - take this device Bulma, our gravity is 70 times that of Earth and this will keep it
at your normal setting..." Incoz said before handing the item over, watching carefully as she clipped it
onto her ear.
(- - End Flashback - -)
Bulma had not once noticed the cuff, after initially being introduced to it, in all of her time on Kraston.
She had showered, slept, and swam with it on without so much as a single thought about it's weaknesses.
It was obviously waterproof, and was clasped on securely so as not to fall off during any of her excursions.
Truly a fascinating piece of equipment.
But how did it work? The Earthling's scientific mind was racing as she considered the peculiar design of
the cuff by touch alone, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her. Without a second thought, she pulled it off her
ear.
Bulma didn't have time to scream as she was immediately pushed down to the ground. The cuff slipped
out of her hand and bounced away, not affected by the intense gravity. The woman felt her bones groan as
the pressure upon them continued to increase. She couldn't even breathe and was forced to hold her
breath. The normally easy rise and fall of her chest was interrupted by the overwhelming gravitational
pull. She was being crushed and she couldn't do anything about it.
* * * * *
Vegeta was sloshing around in the shallow pool, trying to find something that remotely resembled a fish,
when his breath was shortened. He felt immense pain on his chest and everything else. The oxygen
entering his lungs was greatly decreased and he felt his ribs begin to crack. But the strange thing was, he
felt his breasts flaten against him.
'BREASTS?!' he thought in surprise and confusion.
He attempted to stand up straight, feeling his internal physique beginning to crumble ever so slowly.
'What the hell is going on?!'
In the back of his mind he heard a weak voice.
**Vege-eta...** called the feeble tone.
**Woman?!** he exclaimed mentally. **Woman, what the hell is going on here?**
**Veg-e-eta... He-elp me... Please...** Bulma answered.
**Woman! What's wrong?! What did you do?!** he demanded, his worry escalating.
**Help...**
That was enough of an answer for him, the prince struggled to dash through the forest in his weakened
state. He could feel Bulma's ki steadily declining. She was dying.
Vegeta burst into the area he had left the woman sleeping in. He saw her flattened form and raced to her
side, having a hard time inhaling a sufficient amount of oxygen. Her eyes were closed and her chest was
still.
The fear and despair the proud Saiyan felt as he watched her unmoving body was far worse than any he
had ever experienced before. It was worse than when his father had handed him over to Frieza, it was
worse than his defeat and death on Namek, it was even worse than seeing Kakarrot a Super Saiyan before
himself. He was devastingly afraid. Vegeta quickly kneeled down next to Bulma's dying figure.
**Woman! Woman! WOMAN, DAMMIT! ANSWER ME!** he demanded of her.
**Ve-geta...?** answered her weak mental reply.
**Oh Gods, woman, what the hell have you done?!** Vegeta asked, his dread rising.
**Vegeta...gravity...regulator...took...off...it's somewhere...somewhere... Can't...breathe...** came her
gasping internal whisper.
**Woman, listen to me. Remember what you said? We share one mind, we are forever connected as one.
You can breathe through me, live through me. Try to focus on attaining your strength from mine. Try.**
urged the prince, on the verge of panicking.
**O...kay...**
Vegeta was greatly relieved when he felt his breathing return to normal, but he had to take in twice as
much air as before to sustain both his and the woman's ki. Now that the immediate danger had passed,
the slower ones had to be dealt with. The prince could still feel his bones bruising and fracturing,
normally an unnoticeable and unimportant predicament because of his Saiyan strength. But as he felt the
woman's pain, he knew that his time was limited. If he didn't regulate the gravity around her soon, her
delicate bones would snap and she'd die as her small frame closed in on her vital organs, piercing them
with their newly formed sharpness. Vegeta didn't dare moving the woman, with her intolerance of the
intense pressure, her spine would snap in seconds at any sudden altitude change.
**Woman...** he started gently. **Woman, you must tell me how I can fix this or you're going to be
crushed.**
**I took...off the gravity...regulator. You have...to find it...without it...there's nothing you can do.** she
replied, still faint-voiced.
**Where is it?** Vegeta questioned lightly, watching her pain-filled face with ever-growing concern.
**Somewhere...I don't know...exactly.** Bulma's mental voice sighed, filled with agony.
**What does it look like?** the prince demanded, attempting to hurry up the process of locating the
device.
**Small...silver...it's an ear cuff...looks like a half-cylinder.** she answered, her tone weakening with
each psychic word.
**Okay...** Vegeta glanced around the camp, his strong eyes searching out the missing item. He saw a
glimmer of light coming from the ground near a clump of discolored grass. **Found it!**
He crawled over to the area and picked up the small piece. Then the prince scooted back to Bulma, and,
for the first time in his life, waited for the instructions of a weaker species.
**Put...it on my ear...** Bulma groaned.
Vegeta gently brushed away Bulma's ocean blue hair, exposing the creamy skin at the left side of her
neck. His tanned hands cautiously replaced the object on the woman's outer ear.
