Oh my fucking God!! I haven't updated for ages!!! (Two months to be exact...) I read the first chapter of this fic again and I got myself inspired. How low I've fallen, to inspire myself... Need to break head in something... But that I'll do after I have written my chapter. Now let's get it on!
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Damaged
Chapter Seven: Possessive Obsession
Bulma took a desperate step back from the huge man in front of her, a person she had never met before in her life and already wished not to see ever again. She wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide within it, hide from every lust-filled mateless Saiya-jin around this Palace. She could only guess those kinds of warriors were more vicious, since they were sexually unsatisfied and had the lust to see blood more than any other. She swallowed hard as she imagined how he could possible drain some blood from her.
The man noted the psychotically scared expression the cute little female had on her pretty little face and his own twisted into a malicious grin. This was going to be so fun. Saiya-jin women never expressed their emotions like this one little being. She seemed even more special with her long lavender tresses falling gently over her creamy white shoulders as she was dressed with a gown that would've suited a Queen when it had been whole.
His grin grew, if possible, at the nice catch. Since she was freely wandering around, he guessed she couldn't be one of his King's 'bed mates', as the young ruler was far too possessive of his things to let them roam carelessly among his merciless sex-driven soldiers. Vegeta was not stupid. He knew quite well that even the mated soldiers had little time for their mates as he was pushing them to work harder for the well-being of the empire. To slave more for the well-being of the Empire. To destroy more so the Empire gets further constructed... A race built over others' misery... A pitiful Empire...
He grabbed her by her elbow roughly and tried to pull her towards him with little effort as he guessed when she was showing her emotions so freely, she couldn't be physically strong at all. He was more than surprised when the little minx pulled back in an effort to escape which came to no avail as the guard regained his composure.
What else could he want? A gorgeous fiery little female with enough strenght as not to be broken by him. Today must've been his day!
Meanwhile Bulma's heart was racing fast. She tried to pluck out of that man's grip, yet the power he was pushing into it would probably make her elbow all blue in a matter of minutes. The pain her arm was nothing compared to the pain in her head. She pictured the worst that would happen to her... And nothing and no one would be able to save her, as Vegeta could care less about her and she doubted anyone else around here cared what others did. All they could care about were their pays, couldn't it?
The young woman prayed to God, oh how dearly she prayed, that she would be saved. That was not a way for her to be threated... Not for all that had already happened to her.
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Vegeta stormed around his command room, his blood red cape flapping behind him as he took sharp turns when he had reached one wall of the room. He was impatient for his operator to arrive so the ship could start up but he seemed to be completely unaware of the task he had been set to just the day before. The King had emphasized that it was an important mission, and now the bafoon was nowhere to find!?! What was wrong with these idiots recently!? Why weren't they obeying him!!!?
The Saiya-jins in the room began trembling slightly as they saw how the yellow aura radiated from their ruler. They knew better than to piss him off so as they still treasured their lives.
The young Saiya-jin that cautiously neared his King shared their feelings completely, yet he had to deliver bad news... And his King was already angry, without even having to hear what he had to say.
"Sir..." He began slowly. The onyx stare buried into his skull almost physically painfully as the boy swallowed hard.
"Where is that idiot!? I cannot send a ship off without an operator!!! Where is my operator!?!!" He bellowed at the poor thing, who trembled at the sound of his voice. The action served good only to anger the man further.
"I couldn't find him anywhere around the training rooms, sire. He must've gone somewhere... No one has seen him for the last--"
"SILENCE!!!" Vegeta yelled again, the very last drop of his patience gone completely. This time all men in the room jumped up when he yelled. Uh oh... If even one of them lived, they would kill Kuuro when they saw him anywhere around. They got THE King angry... And just how angry he was... The vein on his forehead looked as if it was about to explode. The boy took a step back, terrified at the fate that would soon reach him for being the messanger with the bad news. Yet no blow followed, just the resounding of foot steps towards the ship's door.
"Incoherent fools!!! Do I have to do everything myself!?!" They heard a well-known voice storming off towards the Palace in search of his operator. The mission was far too important to him and he could not afford for the start to fail. He needed that ship in space, and he needed it out today! Let God be merciful over Kuuro's fate when Vegeta reached him...
The men sighed heavy sighs of relief when their lives had been spared by the flared temper of their King. What was wrong with him? Usually when he was this angry he needed desperately to kill someone, even if it would be a mistake if he killed his best tactician for an example. What managed to mess his head up in so little time as to make him give up even temporarily on this 'tradition'? Before the conspiracy could be formed among them, the ground shook violently, nearly sending some of them to the ground.
The situation had grown worse than they feared...
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The King was on a rampage. He was taking very sharp twists and turns down the halls he knew by heart and his head snapping in every direction down the turns he didn't take in search of the man he had sent so many people to look for and now finally decided to do himself, as he found out if he wanted to do something right, he had to do it himself.
Where was that idiot when he was most needed, damn him!? He had informed all personel that this was a very important mission, and if one of them was late, or gone for that matter, it would cost him dear.
Finally, as the thoughts of the most painful punishment for the imbecile were rising ever more, he spotted his broad back in the hall way. With a loud growl, the King approached threateningly his servant. How... Dare... HE!??!?!!!
"What the fuck do you think you're going, you low-life mush!? I thought I told you that if you screw up one more time, I'm going to do something worse than kick you out of the army!" He bellowed at the man that instantly turned at the direction of the voice only to have his King witness to a scene that strangely stuck in his ice cold heart, almost shattering it to pieces.
There was the woman, his woman, in the hands of this very filthy low-class soldier, who had his hands cupped over her perfectly shaped breasts through the gown she had strangely retrieved somehow and her face was streamed with bitter tears. She looked pleadingly at him with her huge shiny round cerulean eyes... His stomach twisted hard. Such a strong woman... So affected by something as insignificant as this meaningless servant of his. And he let her roam around carelessly... How could he!? How could it never occur to him that this might happen, having such a flawless woman around here. He couldn't say another word as he looked at her, his mouth invisibly slightly open.
The other man, on the other hand, began stuttering as he let go of her form with much of a disapproval.
"S-s-sire... Y-You came here to re-retrive me?" He received no answer as the ebony haired King continued to glare intensely at him, then glance at the small woman and back to him again.
Unknown to either of them, Vegeta had his mind working on a very high speed. What had that idiot done to her? What did he say he would do to her!? How did he manage to fuck with her mentality so much in such a little amount of time!!!? He could tell, as he noticed they were just about to leave in the direction of the loser's quarters before he arrived.
The shorter man's fists balled tightly and his knuckles instantly turned white from the pressure. He imagined that she was probably enduring this every day in her head since he left... He knew quite well she had fallen for him, no matter whether she tried to refuse it or not. He just knew it, he could see it in her eyes that night, on the bed on Freeza's ship... He was the cause of most of her turmoil, but he could say she never cried like that because of him... He could tell by the fear in her eyes, the desperation in them... She never looked at him that way... And now her cerulean orbs shined brightly... With hope and plead... An unvoiced plead for rescue... He could tell she was being torn inside by all those emotions that seemed to always overwhelm her small being... How could so much mix into such a small and fragile body?!
The King was slowly losing control over his emotions. Who the hell did that idiot think he was!? How could he!? How dare he cause that to his woman!? He would pay... He would pay dearly... He would have revenge for her... Blood would be shed, guts would be spilled over the tiled marble floor...
But not only were his emotions going out of control. His power was closely following their lead, as the two seemed to be unseparate, yet the young regal seemed not to know that. His aura was engulfing his whole form in its warm golden embrace and his eye brows were changing colours constantly from obsidian to golden and back. His eyes were of a light teal colour and his teeth were bared at his servant, his orbs more scaring as his eye brows were narrowed right over them.
The guard got the hint and ran towards the ship before he got in any more trouble than he aready was. Dismissing the thought of him, Vegeta decided to take care of him after he returned from the task. His grip on his own hands loosened and he let got of his anger. He stepped closer to Bulma, who in turn collapsed on her knees to the ground in exhaustion. She took a sharp inhale and her sobs seemed to be freed of the bottle they have been in for the past few minutes.
She was looking at the marble of the floor and she noticed as two small droplets fell over the glassy surface. Her eyes were shimmering with tears... Tears of fear... Of mental exhaustion... Of turmoil and pain... How much longer could she take of this!? Why were all those things happening to her!? Wasn't she broken enough as it was? Did she need something else to add on more to her pain!? She embraced her arms around herself, feeling the sudden need to feel something warm around her shaking body as the destroyed gown she wore did little to none to keep her body warmth.
Vegeta looked at her from his position over her. She was so fragile, so breakable... While in the meantime she showed strength and courage even some of his servants couldn't. He admired her speechlessly, he adored every single part of her. He wouldn't hide that, but wouldn't tell it to her either. She was something special, she truly was. But she would never be anything special to him. However, he wouldn't let any of those imbeciles on this planet have her this way either. And she doubted she would let herself know anyone else like she got to know him. She was not stupid enough.
With a sigh he kneeled by her and brushed her tears away with his thumb. Her azure orbs shifted to him, hatred evident in them as she glared intensily at him. It was all his fault she was here to begin with!
Neither said anything before Vegeta took her in his arms. She squirmed in his grip, but it was useless. The King heard the far off sound of a ship starting up and vanishing into space. He nodded to himself and headed to his room. He would have to tell this woman a few things about this planet and its inhabitants...
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ChiChi looked worriedly at her best friend worriedly who was currently mastering the skill of pealing potatoes.
"Goku... Do you think Bulma's ok now?..." She asked lowly. He looked at her and continued to work concentrated fully on his potato with a sigh.
"I sure hope so, Chi, or I'll take the whole planet down to retrieve her!"
The raven haired girl smiled warmly at the boy. He had grown up with his princess, now ex-Queen of the Earth Empire... She was sure he was willing to give his life for the young woman... Her smile turned to a frown. He better not need to do anything of the sort, or she would also figure out a way to avenge her Queen...
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"Just what the hell were you thinking, woman!? Roaming around the palace thoughtlessly! Can you imagine what was to happen to you if it hadn't been for me?!" The Saiya-jin yelled angrily at his so-called 'guest'. Bulma currently had her eyes set on the soft matress she was sitting on rather than on being concentrated over his words. "Are you listening to me!?" He bellowed.
"Why should I listen to anything you say, Vegeta!? As if anything you can say can change things! My planet is gone! My people are dead! My mind is going insane! And you know what's the best part!? It's all because of you!! Now you can be far prouder with yourself, knowing you have destroyed what little sanity I had left after you abandoned me!" She lost her patience and yelled at him for her dear life.
He closed his mouth immediatelly as he had opened it to speak, but no sound came out after her last sentence. What the hell was that he heard!?
"I abandoned you?" He repeated slower. She threw daggers at him with her glare.
"That's what they call it when someone ditches you without even saying good-bye." She spat at him.
"Would you have hated me so much if I did?" She thought about his words. Would she?... The good-bye would mean that he somehow began caring for her all this time... That somehow he was beginning to get devoted to her... And right then, before she managed to truly create a bond with him, he would disappear. "Wasn't it easier for you all these years when you thought what an asshole I am for leaving you like that?"
Was he just trying to pull another one off at her, or was he sincere? Maybe he was just trying to convince her he had done that with a little thought, when in truth he knew no better than that back then... She sighed. He always managed to confuse her like that...
She wanted to ensure herself that he had cared for her and that was why he left without saying good-bye. Yet... Somehow something inside her told her that this was another trick... Another trick to make her feel bad and to belittle her again. What could she say to that? There was no question whether it would've been easier for her the way it was. Bulma would've surely be more sad and tortured by her mind when knowing she was beginning to have him feel back for her the way she did...
Vegeta relaxed invisibly. His mind was put to a rest when he saw that he made her think it over. Truth to be told, he didn't say good-bye to her back then for another reason, which he would never share with her, or would never admit to himself again. Back then, he was feeling that after they 'mated', as he liked to call it, the bond that he was so afraid of, had grown stronger, quite stronger.
Just think about it. Saiya-jin and human... What was to become of such a bond? Nothing, that's what. She was too weak for him, he was too strong for her... They wouldn't ever have a peaceful life if they were to stay together on her planet and live 'happily ever after', as is constantly written in those foolish Earth stories its inhabitants like to call 'fairy-tales'.
What they shared was certainly not a fairy-tale. If asked to be classified, it would be more of an anti-fairy-tale... The connection they shared was way different than the one of the 'beautiful princess and the handsome prince'... They continuedly fought, even over small things. They rarely agreed on anything together, even if it was just for the sport of fighting the other would stand on the opposite opinion.
Yet he found himself unable to hate her, but was sure she despised his guts. She was a part of his past, present, and, presumably, future that he thought he would be incapable to ever forget. He seemed not to wish to share her with anyone, not to mention that pitiful excuse of a husband of hers. No matter how hard he tried to push her out of his mind ever since she came to him again, he found himself mesmerized by having her secure somewhere, so no one would touch her.
What he experienced he could not classify, but we can. He was purely obsessed with her. Utterly and completely. He did not wish to have her walk around directionlessly, with no clear thought of what she was going to do around there in mind, for another filthy rat might try to put a hand on her. And this time someone would die as his self-control had quite withered away today. He wouldn't let her get herself hurt again. He was the only one allowed to hurt her now.
Vegeta shook his head and glanced at the opposite direction.
"Please... leave... I need to think things over..." The fragile female laid herself against the silky matress and the moment her head touched the pillow, she was asleep, doing her best to ignore the throbbing of her aching head... She had quite some adventurous day today and it was still to its middle... But a nap would serve her best right now and that was what she decided would be the best thing to do.
Vegeta watched her sleep without a word for some time. He admired how her curves curled to form such a flawless small body for every woman to envy. She was so beautiful and... Heavenly? He didn't believe in the human God... Neither did he believe in any of the Vegeta-sei-an. What he believed in was power and pride. He believed in his abilities as they were the only ones that could never fail him.
He stood up from the bed, walking out from his room, letting the woman have her rest before calling one of his maids and telling her not to let Bulma pass this door even if she had to tie the fiery woman to the bed post. She nodded and before dismissed, she was told to bring a new set of clothes for the female inside. The woman nodded her head again and went to work as her King directed himself towards the control room to see how the flight was going. He couldn't trust those idiots alone with such an important task, but right then, he needed to stay on the planet, just in case...
His onyx stare buried itself in the snow-white flesh of the sleeping creature on his bed. How could he not get obsessed of such a being, so divine and innocent...
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A/N: Was that good enough for a 'welcome'? I sure as hell hope it is. :D I'm going to ask you again to review, though I won't blame you at all if you had enough of my 'writer's blocks'... -sigh- I understand you pretty well, but what can I do? I try to write this fic only when I get inspiration, as the last thing I want to do is ruin it. It is quite my best work yet. I'm so not going to let it crash now, of all time. Anyway... Sorry to blab so long about useless stuff...
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