Hi again, it's been awhile hasn't it? If you're curious I've been sick so it's been really hard for me to haul myself from my bed to the computer for the past week.
However I'm back now but I wanted to state a few things:
1) I know I said I was inspired by DBM which I am but I wasn't going to make this story exactly following DBM because that would be like totally ripping it off completely and I didn't want to ruin an already awesome thing.
2) There is going to be action – I mean what's DBZ without fighting? So yeah it might come out terrible but at least I'm going to try to make it enjoyable.
3) Bear with me on the steamy romance scenes. I'm new to writing this aha.
Anyways now that's said and done, you can now enjoy the story. It's longer than my usual chapters. I tried to make it so after being absent for so long. So please enjoy!
P.S Sorry about the long descriptions, and this long opening. I know some of you must really hate that.
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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or DBM in any possible way.
Chapter 5: Stranded with the Enemy
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'I wonder what Vegetto's up to. Is he getting that challenge that oh so desired?' Bulma thought as she gazed out the window with a blank stare. The trip to New Namek was taking so much longer than old Namek took. It was becoming slightly frustrating on her part especially when all her thoughts kept falling on a particular man's departure.
'Do I miss him?' She questioned deep inside her mind as she rubbed her right index and middle finger against her forehead. Bulma could still feel his unmistakable warmth despite trying to shove it aside in the back of her mind. Bulma groaned, lowering her hand toward her cheek as she held it up with her thumb. 'Does it really matter now? Vegeta will be returning after we use the Dragon balls anyways. This shouldn't be bothering me as much as it is.'
The problem was that she could still see him. The way he wouldn't look at her after handing her Trunks, broken and beaten. Something was said between them that she wasn't aware of and it bothered her to be left out. 'Argh, why is this getting me so worked up?' If only his lingering words hadn't struck such a beat in her heart. Now every time she wished him away, she could him and it ached.
His confession, at first it came as a shock to her. After all Vegeta never would have uttered such words so now that Vegetto did Bulma just couldn't let it go. She didn't want to let Vegetto go either especially all the more with no final goodbyes. Sure there was that one occasion but that hardly meant anything. He didn't even bother to let her address the pent up emotions she held for him. No, Vegetto just instant transmissioned away.
'Damn it, damn it, damn it!' Couldn't Vegetto understand her like Vegeta did not? Weren't they supposed to be different? Goku had always been able to read her like a book so why couldn't Vegetto also attain that trait as well? She knew he could read her mind. He had shown the skill a number of times so why now? Why now was he trying to act like nothing was wrong?
'Gah!'
If only she could hate him like Trunks did. Maybe than she would be able to stop herself from loving him so much.
"Idiot…"
"Huh?"
"What?" Bulma questioned out loud while tearing away from her cluttered thoughts.
"Did you say something?" Trunk's voice came startling her a bit. Bulma allowed her hand to finally drop back down to her arm chair as she turned to face her son. Trunks was currently doing a round of pushups using only but one finger.
'He must be so bored.' Bulma thought frowning inwardly. If she had not come along than perhaps Trunks would have been able to train at his usual gravity limit. "No." Bulma lied knowing well that he wouldn't be able to pick up on her emotions while he was training like this.
"Ah okay," Trunks said brushing the pause of worry aside, "Never mind then." With this he pushed himself up in the air and switched hands before continuing his work out. Bulma's lips parted into an unvoiced laughter. There was no way in hell she could ever pull off something like that during that age. She wondered if Krillin was ever able to do such tasks like this when he was younger. If so Bulma could stop thinking that every impossible talent she had seen her son perform wouldn't be just a Saiyan thing.
In fact, speaking of the others, Bulma wondered what their reactions were once they saw the GR suddenly blast off into space. She did hear them yelling but none of them made the effort of sending a video chat log to find out if everything was alright.
That's when something clicked inside Bulma's mind. She groaned at the unpleasant reminder.
'Oh that's right they can't call us because I fried the central processing unit the last time I used it.'
It was actually all Vegeta's fault anyways. She wouldn't have spilled her coffee cup all over the unit if Vegeta hadn't provoked her so. This 'accident,' happening a few days before the whole tournament and Majin Buu dilemma.
Bulma was a working mother and one of the upper heads right underneath her father so of course sometimes there would be situations where she just had to take off. This time however she could not get in touch with Chichi to watch Trunks so Bulma was left with the dreaded alternation of asking Vegeta for help.
Of course he would be training and a grouch but Bulma tried anyways. She quickly regretted it when he gave her some brutish remark about her being a nuisance. Naturally though Bulma retaliated with her own growing fury which quickly lead to sparks literarily flying. Bulma might have bothered to fix it had it not been for Vegeta patronizing her for being a genius. Thankfully Yamcha came through for her the last minute and she was able to give her presentation.
Bulma scowled. Vegeta could be such a prick sometimes. At least Vegetto offered to take care of Trunks. A trait she would greatly miss. Bulma cursed. It seemed this new obsession with thinking about Vegeta and Vegetto would never come to an end. Bulma prayed they would reach New Namek soon.
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"Were here, were here!" Trunks exclaimed happily and Bulma proceeded to nod with a chuckle. Her son was practically jumping in joy with the idea of being removed from such cramped living quarters. Trunk's face was now pressed against the glass window, his eyes darting about taking in the surroundings that she already knew well enough of. Bulma could see it already…The green glistening skies, the strange blue grass that appeared entirely harmless, and the crazy wild animals that inhabited it. Namek was almost the exact opposite of Earth except the water color was its normal natural blue and the air was just as fresh.
Bulma yawned as she rose from her seat. It had just been moments ago when they first touched down. She was happy to see the green planet but once arriving the memories already began to resurface. It wasn't that Bulma disliked Namek. It was more of that Bulma just hoped for a pleasant adventure this time rather than an explosive one like last time.
Trunks instantly popped besides her somewhat startling her as he always did and quickly pressed the shutter to open. Bulma sighed when she caught sight of the middle part of the GR breaking off and heading down to the grassy floor below. She could hear a version of her younger self yelling in her ears at Gohan and Krillin if they were crazy for something so stupid. After all who really knew at the time if Old Namek back then had breathable oxygen?
Her son however didn't seem to care about that all. He just wanted to see the cool new world that was presented in front of him. Bulma rolled her eyes and decided to ignore it knowing well he would be safe now after experiencing the oxygen first hand herself. With her right hand she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and as for her left, well she retrieved the radar from inside the drawer Trunks put in for safety measures.
Once outside she stretched before glancing down at the radar and turning it on. None of the dragon balls showed up anywhere remotely close. Bulma somewhat frowned, she had been hoping that they wouldn't have to go that far for the dragon balls. Yet then again who was she trying to kid? The dragon balls were probably scattered across the planet by now after Vegetto's first wish.
'Let's just think of it as a fun filled adventure!' Her mind offered and Bulma rolled her eyes. 'As if...' She wasn't even in the properly clothed for such things. There was no extra clothing on deck so Bulma would just have to deal with hike it out in her green dress.
At least Trunks on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the field trip quite nicely. She could hear him yelling from behind telling her to look up at the sky to see something amazing. Bulma sighed walking out from under the ship and a few yards to see what would be the, 'oh so spectacular,' view. However what she found instead made her freeze up all at once.
"Oh no…"She said still gapping at the sight of an abnormal massive sized Pterodactyl circling above them in the skies. "Why can't things ever just go right?" Bulma questioned as the Pterodactyl gave a large angry screech as it swooped down towards them. Bulma covered her eyes shielding herself from the winds and as the gusts finally calmed down Bulma lowered her arms to see the thing up and take the GR with it.
"Trunks the GR!" Bulma yelled to her son while pointing at the stupid giant bird. Trunks thus nodded in understanding. He powered up into a Super Saiyan and prepared to shoot what looked to be a ki blast. Bulma's eyes widened in horror once she realized what would be the outcome of that. "Trunks no!" But it was already much too late.
Trunks by now had fired and the beam shot across the skies nailing the oversized, stupid, Pterodactyl in the stomach causing the whole thing to just explode everywhere. Bulma felt like throwing up all together while above her Trunks did a small victory dance.
Once he was done he glanced down at his mother to ask her if she thought that was awesome until his words were cut off by another explosion. He blinked in confusion while Bulma turned away shaking her head as she let out a scream of frustration. 'It's okay. It's okay Bulma. Everything is going to be okay. I mean…Even though the GR is gone… We can still manage...Somehow!'
Bulma glanced back to see her son powering down and floating back down on the ground at his side. She could see the look of shame on his face. It seemed he had come to terms of what exactly just transpired here and she, well, she was starting to feel a sense of déjà vu ringing in the back of her mind.
If anyone asked her how she was feeling right now. One word would come to mind.
Stranded.
"Sorry mom…I wasn't thinking…" Trunks said and Bulma nodded.
'Now there's the understatement of the day.' Bulma thought but she would never say that out loud. After all this was Trunks she was talking to and even though he was her son, he was still capable of making mistakes. He was just a kid so Bulma gave him a smile.
"It's okay at least we still have each other."
"And the dragon ball radar." He added causing her to cheer at the reminder. Bulma glanced down at her hands and sure enough, it was still there.
Everything was going to be okay after all!
Considering once Vegetto was returned to his normal state, Goku could instant transmission, pick them up, and take them home.
That's right!
'Then again how long will it take for Goku to actually figure out where they were? Would he even able to?'
Bulma shook the negativity out of her head.
Of course Goku would find them. He was capable of almost anything he set his mind to. So yes they would be home in double time!
"Mom…"
"Yes sweetie?" Bulma questioned whipping her head toward him. The look of seriousness that appeared on his face made all her inner cheers stop. She had seen that look many times in her life and a certain feeling of dread splashed over her in an instant. "Please tell me you're not sensing a high power level. I cannot possibly handle two déjà vu's in one day Trunks."
Trunks stayed silent his eyes shutting hard as he continued to feel out the strange Kis in the distant. "If anything they could just be the Namekians sweetie." Bulma continued on nervously but Trunks felt a sense of evil resonating out from the Kis. "Just please tell me it's not Freeza."
Trunks lifted a brow. He had heard stories about a Freeza guy many times but had never come in contact with him personally. Well if it was Freeza or whatever. It seemed he brought company with him this time around as there were four other large Kis besides his own.
"Mother," Trunks called very maturely putting his mother's rambling on a hold. "Stay here and hide. I'll come back once I know what's up. Whoever these guys are, they're dangerous."
An exclamation mark shot over Bulma's head.
Oh no, not again. Not this again. She already dealt with being terrified once her entire trip on Old Namek. She didn't want to experience that again on the newer one.
'Why can't everything just work out for once?'
"Trunks," She said stopping him in the air. "Don't you dare pick a fight with any of them you hear me. We are here for the dragon balls. Remember that. I don't want you to go pick any unnecessary fights like your father does, you hear me?" She told him and he nodded.
"Yeah I hear you. Loud and clear mom. "He said a tad annoyed while facing her a few feet off the ground. "Here just give me the dragon ball radar and if I see any of them on the way I'll bring them back as soon as possible."
Bulma's hands tightened around the radar, afraid to let her son go but knew that with no equipment and her not knowing how to fly, she had no choice. Reluctantly she loosened her grip and tossed it to her son which he caught effortlessly.
"Stay safe Trunks." She told him and he nodded, blasting off into the distance where she stood watching him leave helplessly with a wave. Slowly as his figure disappeared from view Bulma allowed her hand to fall back to her side. She kicked the ground with her heel and plopped down on a rock with a sigh. "Here we go again."
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Bulma hated being alone. She absolutely hated being alone on a planet she had no idea where she was going. A planet she knew were now filled with unfriendly habitants that were ten times stronger than her own. She must have hid about seventeen times in the last two hour from wandering huge dinosaurs and creatures she couldn't even find names for.
In times like these Bulma wished she was back at home enjoying that party she left behind. She wondered if anyone missed her and she prayed that Trunks was doing okay. He still was nowhere to be found even and hadn't even showed with her Ki spiking a few times due to potential danger.
Bulma was flat out terrified.
Luckily she did stumble upon a large cave eventually and Bulma was simply overjoyed.
It meant she could relax and not have to worry about the potential danger of being eaten alive by some crazed beast. Bulma didn't care about the déjà vu moments anymore. She was just happy, happy to be able to lie down and sleep.
Though if only if it wasn't so drafty in here.
Maybe she could actually fall asleep.
Bulma rolled over and decided to put it behind her. It was high time she started enjoying the little things again. However once again what she found, was not something she'd ever like to find. Bulma immediately shot up from lying on the floor and stood back on her feet. Another gust of wind blew down on her and she cracked a smile at the looming T-Rex in the shadows.
"So I see this is your cave." Bulma said out loud with a shaky laugh as it stepped closer. She of course took a cautious step back. "Well I'll just be on my way now," Bulma paused signaling to the T-Rex she was going to go. "So you," She pointed at it, "Can just go back to sleep and not eat me right?"
The T-Rex lifted its head and let out a large roar. Bulma paled and quickly slipped both heels off her feet. "Yeah I figured you wouldn't see it my way."
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Bulma screamed once more as another mountain toppled over with the roar of the enormous red Tyrannosaurus that followed a few feet behind clearing away the debris of the mass that fell on top of it. One question flew through Bulma's mind then and only then.
Why was everything ten billion times bigger than they were supposed to be? It just had to be because of those people Trunks sensed awhile back. There was no other way to explain it.
Bulma then proceeded to run through yet another arch in one of the many mountain sides. She had no other choice as it was the only thing keeping the damn thing from biting its jaws down on her.
It soon became clear to her how hopeless this situation was becoming. Her son still nowhere in sight and the giant T-Rex didn't seem to be giving up anytime soon after massacring yet again another nearby mountain.
Thankfully though another cave came into view. It was a lot smaller than the other one and Bulma desperately prayed she wouldn't find another dinosaur. So sure enough she ran in hoping to find a tunnel but ended up in a dead end.
'Yay for no dinosaurs though!' Bulma thought but whirled around once she started to hear the sounds of the T-Rex right outside looking for her. It bent down and stuck its mouth in to sniff for her scent and it found her, and roared at her.
Bulma screamed back at it and leaned against the wall as best as she could. It seemed that her lovely T-Rex friend couldn't reach her. Its mouth however only inches from snipping at her flesh. Bulma closed her eyes.
'Oh please someone save me. Oh please someone save me! Someone! Anyone!'
The sounds of a Ki blast firing was music to her ears. Bulma opened her eyes and enjoyed watching the T-Rex pull its mouth out of the cave and turn towards whoever was attacking it. Bulma collapsed on the ground with sigh of relief.
Another Ki blast shot across and followed it was an anguished roar of pain from T-Rex. A loud thump shortly followed. Bulma laughed looking down at the ground. All this excitement was going to give her a heart attack. 'That's what you get for trying to eat me you big stupid dinosaur!' Bulma thought releasing another sigh. She could hear her savior approaching her.
"Oh thank Kami you're finally back! I almost died! I'm glad you're here!" She cried out as she raised her head to greet her son. However this person was not her son at all.
"It's good to see you too Bulma." Vegetto replied with a pleasant smirk.
Bulma felt her mouth drop open.
"V-Vegetto is that really you?" Bulma asked still unsure as she pulled herself up from the ground.
"What? Yeah of course it's me. Who else could I be?" He said chuckling and Bulma cautiously moved closer to see that spiky black hair that she had missed so. Bulma was still so stunned to see him. She wasn't expecting him to just swing around when she needed him and now she witnessed it firsthand causing her lips to melt into a smile.
Her prince had showed his presence yet again just like he had constantly done. However this time Vegetto stood in his place offering a smile that Vegeta had never offered and Bulma welcomed it. Hell at this point she needed it.
Bulma took in a deep breath as she examined him. For someone who was supposed to be training with Majin Buu he hardly had any scratches on him. In fact there was none her eyes could detect and Bulma slightly frowned. With this there would be no way she could properly thank him by helping bandage a wound or something. Bulma blushed; it seemed she would have to result to doing that instead. She only hoped he wouldn't mind.
"Okay Vegetto I need you to me a favor." She announced as she raised her gaze back on his. She blinked when she noticed that look of frustration he held. However he seemed to quickly brush his thoughts away with a reluctant sigh.
"Let me guess you want me to leave right?" He questioned causing her to blink again somewhat taken aback by his words.
'Does he really think I hate him that much?' Bulma wondered with a frown and Vegetto took this as a confirmation.
"Sure no problem Bulma," He said pressing two fingers to his head, "I'll see you when I—"
"No!" Bulma interrupted firmly throwing her arms around him as to prevent him from leaving. Vegetto glanced down at her with bewilderment.
"Bulma…?" Bulma kept her eyes shut as she rested herself into him. Her cheeks reddened with mortification but she managed to push herself forward and deliver the words that she wanted to say earlier.
"Whatever you do, just don't leave, don't talk, and don't do anything funny. Just let me hold you okay?" Bulma muttered tightening her embrace around him. She felt so safe like this and what's more was that his warmth was just so inviting.
Vegetto grinned while scratching the bridge of his nose as he glanced down at the little blue minx in his arms.
"Sure thing B. Whatever makes you happy." B swore her heart skipped lightly at his words and slowly she raised her head to take a peek at his soft features.
"Vegetto…?" He blinked out of his thoughts and greeted her with hum as if to respect her previous statement. Bulma once again felt the skip and this time allowed it to guide her to what she initially wanted to do. Carefully she moved and the speed she managed to will her body to do task was amazing. All and all it was a job well done as she managed to capture his lips in hers before swiftly pulling away and crossing her arms over her chest in the usual annoyed fashion she held many times before.
Bulma smirked at how stumped the poor guy looked and sure enough when his interested gaze met hers, she was quick to avoided it with a hasty intervention.
"What are you doing here anyways?" Bulma said feigning frustration that made the Saiyan more and more lost by the second.
"You're kidding right?" He asked and she growled.
"Kidding how so?" She snapped and he scratched the back of his head a faint blush on his cheeks.
"Well, for starters, I heard you." He explained attentively. Bulma blinked at his words.
"What do you mean, 'you heard me?'" Vegetto chuckled making her feel actually bothered by the situation.
"I heard you through our bond silly." He replied as to save her from a mental battle. However Bulma froze up at his words instead.
"Bond? B-but I thought that you wouldn't be able to hear me considering..."
'I made that bond with Vegeta and not you…' Her mind whispered sourly and he nodded surprising her.
"Well it was pretty faint," He stated with a hidden smirk growing. "But I don't think that will be a problem anymore." He added with a wink and now it was her turn to redden in response. Bulma sputtered for a second at what he was getting at but quickly rebounded.
"Oh please, don't get your hopes up. That was merely a, 'thank you for saving my ass,' kiss." Bulma explained while waving her right hand's index finger about causing Vegetto to chuckle. By this point she had to look away from him, her face was practically an equivalent in color to that of a tomato.
"Right of course, my apologies Bulma," He said still grinning with a shrug as he continued little story as to why he here in the first place. "As I was saying before, after King Yama denied me from my request," He stopped noticing B's questioning orbs, "Apparently Vegeta's actions haven't been forgiven. I was surprised too considering but it seems even though if I have a bit of Goku in me it still doesn't count for much. It seems I'm more influenced by Vegeta's desires…"
B fidgeted under his stare. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest at his words. All kinds of signals were being set of in the back of her brain and she wasn't sure yet how to approach it. All she could do now was mentally fight off her own growing arousal. "Anyways I did try to sneak a peek in on your Ki taking into account that I wanted to make sure everything as all right." Bulma smiled but at this point his rambling on didn't catch it. "I mean Chichi is great and all but I oddly just find myself stuck on you most of the time."
"It must be the Vegeta in you speaking." She said while shrugging off any other reasonable explanation.
"No," He replied rubbing his chin fondly. "I don't think that's the only reason at all. Perhaps there's something more." Bulma fell silent at this and Vegeta left it like that in understanding.
"So you couldn't detect me." Bulma said issuing the conversation again and running away from the one that was close to developing. Vegetto nodded.
"I knew I wasn't that far from home." He said thinking back on the memory while Bulma's mind drowned into deep thought of the mentioning that Capsule Corporation meant home to him. "I then tried Trunk's Ki but still nothing popped up."
"Because we weren't there…"Bulma added softly and Vegetto nodded,
"But I didn't know that I just prayed I hadn't missed some awesome invasion or something so I checked on Gohan for extra measure and yes, he was on Earth, his Ki as strong and calm as ever. So I knew then that something must have happened to the two of you." Vegetto finished with a grimace at the reminder.
"I'm sorry." Bulma whispered knowing it must have been hard on him. Vegetto glanced her way and shook his head.
"I left you behind alone, unprotected, while Trunks was unconscious. If anything did happen to you two, it would have been my fault." Bulma watched his fists tighten and she moved close holding his fists in her own.
"We weren't alone. Yamcha was there. He would have protected us as well."
"Hardly," Vegetto snorted surprising her but she stayed silent, "I immediately searched otherworld first out of dread but thankfully you both were still alive according to King Yama. I should have been at peace with this but I was more frustrated by the fact that I couldn't find you as strong as I am."
"But you did find us." Bulma intervened calming his building nerves and he gave her a grin. "Yeah, I did." By now Vegetto was chuckling that grin never falling. "I powered up scaring King Yama and the others but it's what I had to do and sure enough once I searched outside the Earth—the two of you came into my radar once again. Which brings me to my next question, what in the world are you guys doing on New Namek anyways?"
Bulma swallowed, finding it hard to hold his hand and pushed past him heading back outside into open air. Her eyes stared up at the green skies and then back down to the blue grass.
"I—well Trunks and I—we went to New Namek to—"Bulma glanced back toward Vegetto and sighed at appearance.
Surely she couldn't say it now.
Not after hearing all this.
She didn't want to crush his heart.
Bulma frowned, her heart wrenching heavily at the look of innocence he portrayed with just a tilt of the head. "Oh never mind…"Bulma finished placing her hands on her hips. "Can you sense where Trunks is now?" She derailed and sure enough Vegetto allowed the previous conversation to cease once again.
"Sure do." Vegetto said, his grin widening at the reminder of what was going on a few miles away. "Trunk's is fighting what appears to be four extremely weak Kis. Well, they actually might be a bit tough for him." Bulma's eyes practically budged out at hearing his words she ran over to where he was pointing behind him and stared at the sky. Sure enough in the distance there was a faint color change in the sky. Bulma felt her motherly instincts kicking in all at once. Her head whipped back to the Saiyan and she gave him a fierce glare.
"If that's the case why aren't you helping him then? Y-you big buffoon, what if he gets killed!"
"Well I know for a fact that Trunks can handle it himself for a bit. There was five to begin with and he's already managed to take one down. Besides you have to trust me Bulma. If Trunks was truly in any real danger I'd pop over and end it within a second."
"Then—then why don't you?" Bulma questioned balling her fists. If this was supposed to be some kind of sick idea of training Trunks she'd kill him right here and now. She didn't know how but by Kami's hands she'd find a way.
"Because Trunks doesn't want me to. As soon as I appeared here Trunks already shot me a warning to not get involved. Besides he made it clear that I have to take care of you first which I agree considering well you're a lot more fragile than Trunks is." Vegetto finished with a snicker. Bulma felt her pride become bruised and she growled.
"And just what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Bulma asked while gritting her teeth. "Are you calling me weak because if you are than do me a favor and just say it! It's not like I haven't heard it before!
Vegetto was now scratching the side of his face laughing.
"Well, I wasn't calling you weak, well…Not exactly anyways…"
"Not exactly?" Bulma exclaimed causing Vegetto to slightly wince and he decided to let out a light laugh hoping to calm her down.
"I mean your physical strength does lack dramatically…I mean it could be better if you put in the effort to train like Chichi does from time to time but who am I to tell you what to do?" He finished shrugging his shoulders and laughing. Bulma however was hardly amused her entire features had darkened behind her bangs.
"Y-you want me to be more like…Chichi…?" Bulma gritted out shaking and Vegetto quickly waved his hands to say no to the woman now rapidly growing in fury besides him. "Well you know what?" Bulma questioned and before Vegetto could answer she cut him off, "Your right, you shouldn't try to tell me what to do!" Bulma's hands folded over her chest and looked away, "I just happened to be doing just fine before you showed up!"
"…Says the woman who was calling out for me." Bulma's eyes snapped to him almost immediately. Did he just call her? No she was hearing things, and felt herself burn up even more.
"I did not call for you." She stated in as a matter of fact while swelling in her own pride and Vegetto snorted in a fashion that was very unlike his usual self.
"It's called reading between the lines." Bulma gapped at his accusation yet she managed to close her mouth and stomp her way over to him in that, 'oh so weak body,' of hers. Bulma got so close to his face while stabbing her index finger into his chest.
"Well I for one know that you could never defeat me in a mental game buddy. No one ever defeats a genius like me." She finished lowering her finger and letting out a prideful laugh.
"Is that so?" Vegetto questioned darkly causing Bulma to become silenced. She gulped when she saw the gleam of mischief in his eyes but didn't care to back down.
"Y-yeah," Bulma stammered but rebounded quite nicely, "Yeah it is and what pry tell are you going to do about it?"
"Well," Vegetto paused as he grabbed hold of her shoulders tightly and leaned close to her, "It seems I'll just have to show you then won't I?" He whispered directly into her ear causing her to shiver unconsciously. This allowing a new sense of heat to flourish throughout her body. Bulma swallowed as his gaze rose up to meet her own. "Can you really stop me?"
Bulma wanted to slap the hell out of him for sounding so damn cocky just then but all function in her body ceased and Bulma growled because of it. This was all because of his voice! It was so darn alluring that every notion to fight him off kept being suppressed. At this rate she would fall into submission!
'I can't.' She whispered deep inside her mind, 'I just can't betray Vegeta.'
'Damn it one round won't kill anyone!' Her mind's darkest desires yelled back. 'Vegeta won't mind it. I mean it IS him and as for Goku…Well…Vegeta's always hated Goku – what's one little extra spur anyways?' Bulma licked her lips in surprise. She was quite unsure of what was becoming of herself. Hell she was talking to herself but that thought quickly died once she felt Vegetto's right hand gently caress in her cheek.
"Well?" Vegetto questioned again but she was far too busy enjoying his warmth. Bulma even allowed herself to be tempted into leaning into his touch and smiled. The sexual tension was finally building up after the whole Majin Buu fiasco and the worse part of it was that she was giving in, willingly.
"Yes," She answered back fiery as she grabbed hold of his gi as to egg him on. "Yes I do think I could stop you." By now her smile had shifted into a wild grin. With that she watched him descend and sure enough she shut her eyes close in obedience. She could feel his warmth closing in on as well as the maddening skips of excitement pounding from out her heart.
"Bulma," He whispered almost charmingly causing her legs to wobble, if his left hand hadn't dropped from her shoulder to her back, she surely would have by now keeled over. Bulma mewed lightly at his call and sure enough she was rewarded with a light nip at her neck. Another shiver ran down her spine. "You're such a," She knew it what he was going to say but she didn't care as long as he kissed her. She wanted him so much. Bulma mentally chuckled at that proposal and let it go once she felt his breathe on hers.
Part of her just wanted to go for it because he was taking so damn long to just get on with it. Hell she could already imagine herself jumping him just out of pure tension but some evil nerve was not allowing her to proceed. It wanted Vegetto to create the final touches to the spark that would set her off completely. She would let herself be his if he'd only just kissed her.
'Damn it Vegetto…' She cursed deep in her mind, her body pressing ever so closer as it demanded his touch more and more by the second. . If the bond really was still in check, he must have been having the biggest ego boost in his life. 'Ass.' She threw his way and loving the sound of his laughter that followed close behind.
"Weakling..." He finished and sure enough he kissed her.
Yet something went wrong. Bulma thought she would enjoy it but instead it fell flat leaving Bulma stinging with tears. It was strange. It was horrible. It felt like she hadn't been kissed at all and then as if to answer her fears warmth began to radiate off her forehead yet again. "You lose." He teased much to her annoyance. So it seemed she wasn't dreaming after all. Vegetto really did give her another half-assed kiss on the forehead just like before and Bulma felt like snapping all together.
She was practically seething in rage. Bulma was so embarrassed but also extremely furious because she had allowed Vegetto to trick her! She had become the fool in all of this! The worse part being was that she hadn't even suspected it from him as he acted so nice around her!
'Bastard.' She sneered a million times towards him as he rolled around in a fit of laughter. This was so different. Bulma actually felt flabbergasted at the situation. It was a whole new revelation which quickly faded in the back of her mind once Bulma came to terms that her desires were not yet met. She growled sending him a glare that stopped his childish laughter but he simply returned that glare with a façade of innocence in what would be the famous Son Goku grin.
Bulma scowled looking away.
'So he wants to play like that, does he?' Bulma questioned in the back of her mind with a hint of aggravation. 'Fine then Vegetto. I can't wait to see what you'll have to say when we get the dragon balls all together. We'll just see who's laughing then. '
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TBC
Thanks again for all the reviews! Keep them coming because I love hearing what you have to say and I really put in a lot of effort on this one. So let me know!
P.S I never knew writing Bulma and Vegetto would be so fun. Fan fiction in general I suppose. It's just something nice to do in your spare time. Aha well, I'll see you again, hopefully!