The Worlds Smartest
This Is The Enforcer Speaking,
I would like to thank niakay for the SEVEN reviews you gave me! Wow, you have no idea how much that made my day. I actually did try to take one of your suggestions into consideration. I would also like to thank darklady for your review as well. The lemony goodness is on its way in another couple of chapters or so. If I somehow managed to not reply to anyone's review I apologize and you have my greatest thanks. On a more serious note, this chapter is where things sorta take a turn for the weird. If you don't like it I'm sorry but it's my vision. I really do try to avoid clichés but sometimes it is what it is. I hope everyone loves this one. It is a really long chapter. I initially had this as being two separate chapters but didn't like the way it broke up so now it is one big chapter. ENJOY!
Now On To The Story…
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Toma and Zuc left her at the doors to the throne room saying that Vegeta would open it for her when he was ready. Bulma stood in front of the doors, alone and pissed off for a long time. The dried blood on her skin began to itch and Bulma had, had enough.
She pressed the button on the intercom. "If you don't open this door right now. I'm going to open it for you and you know I can."
Being alone with her thoughts for too long was a bad thing. Now was not the time for her to think about the fact that she'd killed somebody for the first time, or that she still felt nothing inside but a hollowed out space.
Bulma moved out of the way when the doors suddenly opened and several Saiyans came barreling out. Some cast her weary looks but most of them seemed relieved to be all but running from the room.
The hairs on Bulmas arms stood on end. She could feel Vegetas Ki flaring around him in small violent bursts. He was angry. Bulma wasn't sure how she knew but she was certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was livid. Why hadn't she felt this before? Oh, yeah she'd been too busy killing Susan.
It was deathly quite as Bulma made her way into the room. The throne room was one of the many places where Bulma had never been before. It was a very large room and perhaps the most beautiful room on the entire ship.
The ceiling and back wall were glass, the floor was a solid shining black stone that reflect the passing outer space. Vegetas "throne" was actually a very nice looking black chair that spun around. Currently it was spun away from Bulma to face the glass wall.
Bulma walked silently across the floor towards the seat. She could see Vegetas legs but that was all. The closer she got the more suffocating the energy in the room felt, it made it hard to breath. His fury poured off of him in waves. What in the hell was wrong with him?
She knew she should be afraid but thankfully that emptiness stayed. It allowed her to move through that thickening power and anger without hesitation. Bulma stopped just behind his chair.
"Vegeta?" Nothing happened. Bulma sighed and moved to the side of the chair where she could see the Prince. He sat, back rigid, arms crossed firmly in front of his chest. Energy flashed around him like miniature lightening bolts. He was staring straight ahead out into the pinpricked darkness.
She studied his features, obsidian eyes, strong sculpted face, full lips, toned body accentuated by the armor and his sleek brown tail wound tight around his waist. She felt herself flush.
It had been happening more and more often lately, that she'd notice Vegeta in the way a woman notices a man. He was the enemy and she was not supposed notice him like that…or miss his presence when he was locked up training on his own. It had to be Stockholm syndrome.
"What do you want Vegeta? I'd like to go get cleaned up." His eyes flicked to her in only the barest of movements.
Bulma was not stupid and her survival instinct was still intact. She took a step back. The look in his eyes was murderous. He was as filled to the brim with emotion as she was empty.
Vegetas hand lashed out, grabbing Bulma by the hair, fingers close to her scalp. He pulled her to the ground in front of him. It didn't really hurt her physically but it hurt her in other ways. Vegeta had only struck her during their training sessions these past three months since she'd been poisoned, no matter what she'd said or done, he hadn't laid a hand on her in anger. In a strange way she'd begun to trust him.
"Let go of me!" Bulma struck at Vegeta with her free hands.
The Prince captured her wrists in his free hand with little effort. It was like being captured by a steel statue.
Vegeta growled at her, a deep animalist sound, and stood snatching her up with him.
His face was inches from hers. Fuck this, Bulma thought and brought her knee straight up into Vegetas unprotected groin. He might be a man of steel but balls were balls and Vegeta grunted in pain. His grip slackened on her. Bulma broke away and went for the door. He wasn't himself, that much she could tell.
Then suddenly she was on the ground. How had that happened?
Bulma felt the first true stirrings of emotion inside of her since she'd killed, fear and anger. She kicked at Vegeta as he rolled her over onto her back and pulled her swords from her belt, tossing them away.
"Vegeta stop."
"No." He growled before pulling her to him. His hand was in her hair once more. For an instant Bulma thought that he was going to finally kill her. She didn't want to die not knowing why, but he didn't kill her.
Vegeta pulled the collar of her suit down and buried his face in her neck, his teeth grazed along her flesh. Fire burned through Bulmas body and she gasped. The Princes dark blue Ki flared over them both as he ran his teeth along her neck, tongue flicking out to taste her flesh and the blood covering it.
His Ki sank into her, warming her, healing her, but it hurt. Feeling came back to Bulma in an agonizing rush. Her Ki flared out around them both and she was whole again. She could feel him inside her head, his heartbeat in hers, his rage. What had he done to her? Bulma closed her eyes against the sensations, against the hotness of it.
Vegeta sank his teeth into Bulmas bared neck. Pain like she'd never felt before slashed through her and she grabbed handfuls of his hair to pull him away, but then it change.
Pleasure blazed to life, borne from the pain like the phoenix from the flames. Bulma lost herself to the feeling, to the desire coursing through her body. Not even the feeling of her blood running down her neck could distract her. Her hands stopped trying to pull Vegeta away. They lay in his hair, forgotten.
A warm pressure began building low in her body; gasps tore themselves from her throat. That pressure broke in waves that brought her screaming over that last shimmering edge to orgasm.
Darkness ate at Bulmas vision, dragging her down into the abbess. She fought at it, afraid and not understanding what was happening, but it was hopeless. The darkness took her.
Bulma blinked back to the conscious world and found that she was lying alone in the Princes bed, blankets pulled over her body. She was clean, and dressed in her sleeping clothes. For a moment Bulma wondered if Vegeta had violated her but she shook the thought away. Her body bore no evidence of such an act and Bulma didn't believe Vegeta would do that particular violence to her.
She slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She had to see what he'd done to her neck.
The mirror tells no lies, Bulma thought as she looked at the wound. His teeth had sliced through her neck like a hot knife through butter. Saiyan teeth were sharp, far sharper than humans and had not trouble tearing through flesh. The wound was awful looking, the perfect imprint of his teeth were swollen bloody scabs and the area around them a dark combination of red, black and purple.
Vegeta hadn't done anything but bite her. How had such a terrible wound brought her to her very first orgasm?
Bulma had never had an orgasm before. Her and Yamcha had made out, played around, but never done anything to bring her. He'd only been interested in full on sex. Bulma refused him. She was one of the few girls her age that still believed in waiting until marriage for that particular act.
Bulma shook with rage. How dare Vegeta do this to her? It was going to leave a scar. A permanent reminder of what he'd done to her. Why the hell had he done it?
She remembered the feeling of him in her head, she had felt everything he felt and he had felt her pleasure, had shared in it, this had to be something more than an act for pleasure. This was something else entirely, but what?
So many questions and absolutely no answers, Bulma could feel the beginnings of a headache clawing at the back of her eyes. The memory of the orgasm that Vegeta had given her only fueled the flames of her fury because as much as it pissed her off, she had enjoyed it.
Step one- change into her armor; it would hide the bite mark. Step two- find Vegeta and kick his ass.
Dressed and rearmed (she'd found her swords laying on top of the dresser) Bulma easily sensed out Vegetas Ki and tracked him across the ship. He hadn't even tried locking her in the room so it took Bulma no time at all to get to him.
The Prince was in the guards training room, the place where he'd go when he wanted to beat on people. Bulma looked through the window and saw him fighting Kakkorot up near the top of the room. Bulmas heartbeat sped up at the site of Vegeta fighting. The look on his face, the way he moved, his sheer confidence… Her face flushed, her whole body came alive, burning with heat at the sight of him. Bulma turned away from the door. What was wrong with her? She felt an aching in her body that she hadn't felt before, not even with Yamcha.
Covering her face with her hands Bulma slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Shaking her head violently she felt tears brimming in her eyes. She didn't want this, she didn't want to feel this way about the man who ruled over the people who had so mercilessly destroyed her own, who even now kept them locked up like animals. The tears finally came, slowly and silently trailing down her face. How could she continue on like this?
How could she crave him? It had to be something to do with what he'd done to her, but Bulma knew it was a lie. That might have something to do with it, yes, but she'd started reacting to him weeks ago. Not as strongly as now but it had been there.
"Bulma?"
Bulma started at her name. The tall goofy Saiyan named Kakkorot stood beside her.
"What?" Bulma wiped at her face and stood.
Kakkorot looked nervous as he shifted from one foot to the other.
"Prince Vegeta told me to tell you that you can come in if you want." He glanced behind him through the window and back at Bulma. She thought about it for a second.
"Tell him I said he has some explaining to do."
Bulma watched Kakkorot go back into the room and a second later everyone filed out and disappeared down the hall.
"It's all yours." Kakkorot told her before he too went down the hall and disappeared around the corner.
Sighing Bulma walked into the now emptied out training room. She so didn't feel like doing this anymore. Vegeta hovered near the ceiling and Bulma flew up to meet him.
Flight was still relatively new to her, having only mastered it a month prior and she still felt a thrill of excitement every time she flew. She leveled off with Vegeta and decided to cut to the chase so to speak.
"Vegeta, what's happening?" Bulma asked.
"Something you will most likely hate me for even more than you do now."
Bulma nodded, he was probably right.
"Spill it." Bulma clinched her jaw and stared at the Saiyan in front of her.
"It is complicated. I didn't know this could happen with a human." His deep voice pulled at things low in Bulmas body. She fought against the sudden stab of lust.
"What is it?" Her voice was tight.
"The bond. It is something that is impossible to fight against and to attempt to do so is dangerous."
Vegeta took a deep breath and continued.
"It is a bit like your humans ideals of a…" He choked on his next words. "Soul mate."
"No-" Bulma started, but Vegeta continued as if she hadn't spoken.
"No one is sure how the mate is chosen; most of my people believe it is our Gods that chose for us. They believe that two souls are bound together and follow each other from life to life, always searching to be together again."
He shook his head.
"I do not know if that is the truth of it or not but the reality is once a Saiyan finds their life mate the bond begins. It does not matter how much they might hate one another. It starts slow, a simple physical desire, the same as you could feel for any attractive person but it builds. It is generally stronger in the male; we get very possessive, very quickly."
"Vegeta stop I don't want to hear anymore."
"Well you are going to have to!" He shouted.
Rage boiled inside of her but Bulma closed her mouth and only glared at Vegeta. She could feel her Ki starting to crackle around her.
"The bond has moved so far, so fast, that I lost control of myself when I saw you on the recording. Kissing that human male. I did not mean to lay hands on you or to make the first mark but it is only three days until my mating heat."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "What-is-that?" She didn't think she could take any more funky Saiyan metaphysics.
"Adult male Saiyans go into a mating heat once a year on our day of birth. It too is something that cannot be fought."
Bulma felt a sudden terror grip her. No, she didn't want this.
"When you kissed that male did you feel anything for him?"
Bulma already knew the answer but why would Vegeta want to know that? Maybe she should lie, maybe she should tell him that yes she had and he would leave her alone. If she were away from him long enough maybe this bonding thing would wear off.
"Why do you want to know?" She asked.
"Sometimes a strong lust is mistaken for the bond at first. If you felt anything towards him at all then this is not a bonding."
Bulma felt the blood drain from her face as she recalled that kiss. She remembered feeling nothing, not even an inkling of her old desire for Yamcha. At the time she figured it was only the fact that they'd been broken up for nearly a year, but the whole time they'd been apart she'd still missed him a little, still thought him extremely handsome, and had craved his touch. Now…nothing.
"No!" Bulma screamed. "I belong to no man!"
Her Ki burst out violently around her and she felt her energy beginning to gather in her palms.
Vegetas Ki flared out in response to hers but he looked far calmer than Bulma.
"You should know that it takes only three marks apiece to seal the bond. If we try to fight this we will not want to eat, sleep, or train. We will never crave the touch of another. Saiyans have been known to waste away to death after finding their mate and not completing the bonding."
Bulma felt rage explode inside her. He was lying. This was a trick. She would not be "bound" to the very thing that destroyed her people! She struck him in the face as hard as she could, his head whipped sideways with the force of it and Bulma went to follow it up with her other fist. Vegetas hand was just suddenly there wrapped around her wrist.
"I deserved the first one. I will not let you have another." Bulmas face went red. He'd let her hit him. Of course he had. He let her go and she didn't really think about what she did next. Her hands were just suddenly out in front of her, wrists together palms out. Her attack hit Vegeta full on and Bulmas Ki exploded around him in a blinding bright flash.
Taking the opportunity that he was distracted Bulma fled, flying out of the training room and down the halls. Ignoring the indignant words of the Saiyans as she flew past them. Flying indoors outside of a training room was considered rude. She needed to be alone; she needed to feel nothing again.
Hours later found Bulma working in the gravity room. She'd pushed the gravity up to forty times Earths gravity. For her that was an extreme amount of pressure. Nearly double of what she'd been working under. Her blue-green Ki flared around her and was the only thing protecting her from being crushed to the floor.
She had to work harder, had to beat the lust from her body, because that's all this was, an all consuming, and indescribable lust. Right?
Screaming Bulma threw another Ki attack into the air at one of the training bots the scientists had replicated using her Fathers original models. The anger fueled her power; allowed it to grow, gave her the keys to her whole Ki. It made Bulmas blood boil that she had to be angry just to use her Ki in such a way. Would she ever be able to simply access it fully without all the preamble?
Block the attack, fire another, dodge that one, fire again, block, dodge, and attack. Bulma repeat this over and over again, using all of her strength each time to push harder, to make herself forget. She worked relentlessly without a single break, not wanting to give her mind the time to think.
Finally Bulma fell to the floor of the GR; she'd literally used up all her reserves from the countless hours of training. She didn't have enough strength left to fight the gravity. A small smile played across her lips as she fought for breath. Perhaps she should die? At least she would die well, training for combat, with at least some of her honor intact. It was taking the last of her will to force the breath in and out of her body. All she would have to do was give up. Stop fighting. Let go.
Bulma started suffocating. She couldn't force the air into her lungs for much longer, didn't even want to move an inch of her body and knew that she was going to die if she didn't do something.
Just let go, she thought to herself, just stop trying.
The need for oxygen burned inside her and Bulma felt the desire to gasp for that needed breath leave her.
She lay on the floor without a single tear of regret. She didn't care. She'd rather be dead.
The gravity room door opened, torn off it hinges with a loud wrenching sound. The GRs safety features kicked in and the gravity shut off.
Air rushed back into Bulmas lungs in great gasping breaths and she rolled over on her side, coughing and retching.
"What were you thinking?" It was Vegeta.
Looking up at him Bulma felt ashamed. How could she admit to him that she'd been thinking that she didn't care if she lived or died? That she'd planned on just letting the GR kill her, that if he hadn't been strong enough to rip the door off she would have been blissfully gone to the afterlife?
"I over exerted myself. I wasn't thinking." She half lied to him once she could gain a single breath.
Bulma sat up and leaned against the control center of the GR. Not yet trusting her body enough to try standing. She had hoped that being so exhausted she wouldn't react to Vegeta, but as soon as she laid eyes on him Bulmas hopes were dashed.
He crouched down in front of her, his ever present frown on his face, and began looking her over for injuries. His scent wafted over her and Bulmas breath caught, he smelled like sweet spice. She'd never noticed that before, she'd never been able to scent him before. Her breath caught, her body tightened and the energy between them became charged.
Vegetas nostrils flared slightly and he leaned in closer to her, an arm on either side of her body where it rested against the paneling. A tremor ran through her when he stuck his nose into the place just behind her ear and breath in deeply, then out in a small burst of air against her skin.
"Stop." Bulma gasped and pushed at him with her hands. The fire inside of her burned so hot that she felt consumed by it.
He drew away from her and closed his eyes. If Bulma didn't know any better she'd say he was counting to ten or a hundred if what he felt was anything like what Bulma was going through.
Standing Vegeta moved swiftly away from her and snapped over his shoulder.
"Go bathe." Then he was gone in typical Vegeta fashion just expecting that she would do as he bid. Grinding her teeth Bulma stood, but she already planned on taking a bath.
Bulma found Vegeta sitting in their living area in the corner farthest away from the bed, with his eyes closed, one leg stretched out in front of him, one bent at the knee. Walking past him Bulma swallowed thickly and forced herself to continue towards the dressers. She pulled off the weighted black training armor, gloves, and boots she'd been wearing and sat them on top of the dresser with a solid thump.
She didn't wear her swords in their quarters normally but she picked up the smallest of her blades, her Tanto, which was about as long as her forearm, and held onto it.
If Vegeta attacked her again she'd try stabbing him. It probably wouldn't work, you couldn't even shoot Saiyans but she'd give it a try. Even if it did work, it wouldn't kill him. Training was one thing but attacking her for no damn good reason was another. She wouldn't just let him do it again.
Bulma grabbed her nightclothes off the top of the dresser and hurried into the bathroom. If he came through that door she'd stab him too.
It was a quick shower; the water stung the bite on her neck
When she went to dress however, Bulma realized she'd grabbed Vegetas much larger clothing. So, did she put his clothes on and to hell with it or did she walk out there in nothing but a towel to retrieve hers?
Bulma put on his cloths. Rolled the pants up at the waistband to keep them on and just had to deal with the oversized shirt. She could tell he'd worn them recently but they didn't smell so she didn't care.
She walked out of the bathroom, settled herself on the edge of the bed, unsheathed her Tanto and looked at the Prince. She saw him swallow, watched his Adams apple bob.
He spoke without opening his eyes.
"Why are you wearing my clothing?" His voice sounded strained.
His sense of smell never ceased to amaze her. "I grabbed them by accident and didn't want to walk out here in a towel to get mine."
"That…was a mistake." He blurred across the room, moving far too fast for Bulma to track him. She had her blade in her hand and when he fell on her it slipped beneath the edge of his armor sinking deep into his stomach. He let out a little umph of surprise. She hadn't even meant to do it, hadn't really thought he could be stabbed.
His eyes went wide with a look of disbelief. Blood ran down her hands, warm and wet.
"How?" Bulma asked, still not really believing what had just happened. Then she saw it, her Ki had spread out from her through the blade, and she'd stabbed him not only with her steel but also with her energy.
He blinked down at her and shook his head. "My fault."
Vegeta pulled back, drawing himself slowly off the blade. Blood poured across Bulmas body. The Prince coughed blood up as he stood holding a hand over his wound.
Did Vegeta just admit that something was his fault? Bulmas amusement faded quickly.
"I'm sorry."
Vegeta shook his head again.
"It was not your fault. I will heal." Vegeta sank to his knees. Bulma went to him and knelt by his side.
"You've been hurt way worse than this before you big baby now come on, get up." She put his arm across her shoulders and forced him to stand. Even with him wounded all she wanted to do was press her body against his.
"It's not that." He looked down at her. "Even now I can not force myself to leave you." He sounded lost.
Vegeta let go of his wound and grabbed Bulmas face gently with his hand. He ran a bloody thumb across her lower lip. Her tongue came out of it's own accord and licked his blood from her lip. The metallic taste of his essence made her heart beat faster and she leaned into him. He cried out when her body pressed against his wound but Bulma didn't care. The smell of his sweat, blood and pain struck triggers in her brain that she hadn't known existed.
She kissed him hard, forced her tongue into his mouth. He opened to her, his teeth nicked her tongue and she bled for him. She cried out in agony that his armor separated her flesh from his. Then she felt Vegetas bare hands on her for the first time. She hadn't noticed him take his gloves off and didn't care. His hands ran up her back and down into her sweat pants, cupping her ass, squeezing her cheeks roughly. She felt something else run across her hip, something soft, and she realize that it was his tail.
Tears threatened to fall from sheer frustration, she wanted more, need more. Distantly in the back of her mind Bulma knew that she had lost herself to something not of this world but she didn't care.
Bulma broke the kiss to run her tongue across his neck. She would never be sure what caused her to do it but she bit him. Her teeth broke through his flesh far easier than she thought they would. His blood rushed into her mouth and she was lost, lost to the shared pleasure.
Their Ki burst out around them, mingling, and then the orgasm hit them. Pulling away from each other they cried out with release. Bulma clung to Vegeta as the waves of pleasure rolled through them both. The combination of orgasm, and hours of training was too much for Bulma. She collapsed but Vegeta picked her up easily.
"Put me down." Vegeta looked down at her like he didn't really want to but he complied, settling her onto the bed covers. Bulma watched him pull his armor from his body. His stab wound was healed. Something about what had happened had healed him. Vegeta disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the shower kick on and a moment later he came back out in nothing but a pair of clean training short.
She could see the vicious bite mark that she'd left on his neck; it was just as bad as hers and it hadn't healed. She could still taste him in her mouth. She should have been angry, she should have been scared, she should have maybe even been sick, but she wasn't. The only thing she felt was a deep satisfaction. Like a thirst well sated. Bulma felt like her humanity was slowly slipping away.
"You must bathe again." Vegeta spoke like nothing unusual had just happened. Coldness spread through Bulma. It cooled the fire in her and let her think clearly.
"I hate you." She spoke without looking into his eyes.
Vegeta knelt at the bedside so he could be at eye level with her.
"Do you?"
Bulma felt her jaw go tight, tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.
"Do you hate me?" Vegeta repeated.
"Yes." She snarled and in that moment she meant it with every fiber of her being.
The look that crossed Vegetas face froze Bulma heart. He looked hopeless.
"Then the Gods truly hate me." He turned and walked out.
Bulma lay on the bed, covered in his blood, and cried.
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A/N: I hope you like it! Please R&R if you do or have any suggestions. Thanks to everyone whose reading this!
-The Enforcer
