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Dark shadows filled the room. They crept ominously along the walls as the fearful night progressed. Vegeta stared coldly into space, fully alert, yet spellbound. The quivering form in his arms kept him vigilant, yet her existence engulfed his mind. How could one person have such an impact on one's life, leading them to barricade themselves in an old abandoned spaceship garage in the night's cold atmosphere? Why was it that he, the ruthless, cold – hearted, Saiyan Prince fully alert and ready to fight to the bitter end? He never in his life had to protect anyone else but himself. The others could take care of themselves, they were idiots, yet Vegeta had to admit that they were some of the strongest idiots he had ever met. Yet at every insignificant sound, he tensed and powered up. Staring out the window the Saiyan Prince could see a brilliantly bright half-moon illuminating the planet high in the sky. He didn't know what the time was, or how long she had been asleep, yet he guessed a few good soiled hours. Suddenly Bulma violently shuddered, causing Vegeta to power up unconsciously, yet the heat from within soothed the distressed heiress and she instantly calmed down and snuggled closer, trying to reclaim the heat that was just there. Vegeta smirked at her confused frown when she couldn't retain the heat. Shifting her into a more comfortable position he raised his ki slightly in order to keep her warm. He could feel her soft sigh against his chest as she again found comfort. Vegeta gently brushed stray strands of her brilliant blue hair behind her creamy white ears, yet it was a fruitless attempt, since others instantly took their place. He moved his fingers away from her hair and traced her jaw line, then grazed her lips. It was just hours ago he was claiming them in a wet, yet, fiery kiss. Yet the kiss was different to the last one they shared. Last time it was purely for kicks, and he was calling the shots. Last time he wanted to get a rise out of her, and see how far he could push her. Yet above all he just lusted after her physically at that moment, not caring about the outcome, not caring about her emotions, it was purely just for his pleasure. Yet when SHE kissed him there were no jokes, no temptations, and no lust. She kissed him with a passion filled with so much intensity it was almost too hard to handle. She needed a savior and someone to share her deepest darkest feelings with, and she chose him. Vegeta sighed into her silky blue locks, knowing to the full extent of what Bulma wanted, needed, he just didn't know if he wanted to give it to her. He didn't know if he could to give it to her. He was although, admittedly, attracted to her womanly curves, flowing cerulean tresses and most of all, her memorizing orbs. And being constantly around her wasn't helping to suppress his now painfully throbbing urges, which invaded his mind and body 24/7. She was like a drug; he longed for her touch yet knew he had to stay as far away as possible. He was suppose to be a ruthless warrior, darkened by his nightmarish past destined to live a lonely bitter life, surviving solely off the ambition to seek revenge for his father, his planet and for his younger self. He didn't need any distractions from him ultimate goal, nor did he need a burden, which she would be. Yet when that day comes, he knew he would fight for her, for her distress the bastard had put her through, for her loss, and for her survival. Was that what she wanted? He could do that, it was convenient for him too, maybe that was enough to satisfy her stupid womanly emotions. He would fight until death caught his haggard soul and brought him into the fiery depths of hell. However, if death didn't claim him, what then? Would he tie himself down to a weakling female, looking out for her well being constantly, but also showing affection? He didn't know if his pride would let him, not even for her.
Suddenly he felt warm air caress his collarbone as Bulma nuzzled the crook of his neck.
"You're warm." She stated dreamily.
"That's because you're too much of a weakling to even keep yourself warm." He taunted, yet she just smiled against his neck and giggled.
"I suppose so, but then you wouldn't be able to keep us both warm," Vegeta snorted at her arrogance.
"And why would I want to do that?" he darkly inquired, pulling her away to burn holes into her eyes. Yet Bulma sexily lowered her eye lids, and parted her lip, to let her little pink tongue carefully sweep over her lips, moisturizing them.
"…To be close to me,"
'DAMN IT'
"Don't flatter yourself woman!"
"Come on Vegeta, you know you want it. I know you do, I do too."
"I don't know what you are talking about woman." He snarled yet his heart was beating rapidly. Bulma disregarded the Princes last comment, and forcefully pressed her moist lips against his, while her body followed, molding into his hard exterior. When she felt Vegeta reply with the same amount of force she smirked to his lips and sensually whispered into his mouth.
"Yes you do." She left his mouth and trailed his jaw line with soft kisses until she reached his ear and started to playfully nip them.
"You want me, and I want you to want me, I need you," she said leaving his ear to tend to the other.
"Why do you have to make it so complicated huh? Can't you see we are perfect? Why do you always push me away? No matter what you do, I'll always be here for you, and you can't resist." Vegeta drowned slowly into her words. Kami, she was sexy. His eyelids slowly closed as her hands started to roam around his chest, down his abdomen until they found their way to the waist of his pants. Vegeta violently drew his breath in when he felt her sleek hands gracefully cup his now hard member. He looked down at the woman, knowing exactly what was going to come if he let her continue. It would be what he had fantasized for weeks now, finally be fulfilled. He needed her, he needed release, it had been bottled up inside of him for too long and was starting to eat him alive. The feel of her hands were driving him crazy, he was loosing his mind, and hastily he grabbed her and pushed her gently down on the ground and crawled on top of her now quivering body. He kissed her neck and jaw-line, nipping and sucking her sweet tender skin. He drew back to stare into her eyes. She was smiling softly at him and her eyes were full of longing.
'No matter what you do, I'll always be here for you, and you can't resist.'
Vegeta's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that he was surrendering to her. He was not weak and no stupid emotion could control him, yet here he was about ready to give into her.
"Fuck no." Vegeta swiftly leaped off her and retreated to the door.
"Its safe woman, go home, I'm going to train."
"What…NO…VEGETA! Get back here and finish this! YOU CAN'T AVOID THIS! What are you running from? STOP BEING SUCH A COWARD!" This stopped the Prince dead in his tracks.
"Woman, I suggest you quit now while you're ahead, or I might do something that you will regret later. I am not a coward; I just don't need this, or want this, or you." And with that he left her for a second time leaving her confused, hurt and fully alone.
A storm was raging furiously in her mind, clouding her vision and consuming her thoughts, making a genius Earth-woman stumble around in the dark, trying to find her way back.
'What the fuck his that dick's problem?! This is the 2nd time he has done this! We get so close and then he has to go and be an arrogant jerk, who apparently is even to untouchable to get some! There is something seriously wrong with him. Boys back home would jump at a chance like that, but noooo, he has to go act all…see there's not even a word for his behavior!' Fuming Bulma carelessly turned another corner.
'But what if he isn't even attracted to me? I me it has been two times…" Bulma stopped sadly and slid down the wall she had been following, folding her arms around her legs in deep thought.
'But I see it in his eyes, in the way his heart races, the way he touches me, I know at least he is attracted to me, so why can't he just admit it? Maybe he needs more convincing. I just have to not give up on him.' Suddenly Bulma looked up; finally realizing she had no clue as to where she was.
"Ah, Fuck a Duck, where am I?" Bulma stood up to collect her bearings. She was in one of those ridiculously similar hallways yet couldn't see anything familiar, and too her luck she can come to a junction. She peered down the dimly lit corridors to see nothing but space retreating into a black oblivion. She couldn't retrace her steps, not knowing it wouldn't help because she didn't know how she got there in the first place. So in frustration and defeat she collapsed to her knees and pounded her fists against the smooth floor.
"Having a little bit of trouble are we?" Bulma jerkily lifted her head at the sound of the horribly ripped off Australia accent.
"No I'm taking a break, can't you tell?" she sarcastically replied to Frieza's right hand man.
"Well you know how much I love to help a damsel in distress." Zarbon replied. His crude joke made Bulma's gut wrench, it was sickening.
"Well why don't you go find one? Because there are none here, now get lost," she dismissively waved her hand at him. Zarbon clenched his fists together at her impertinence. She should have learnt to hold her annoying tongue by now, and he would have given anything to put her in her place, yet he knew someone better who could.
"Well I think there are because you're going the wrong way, now let me escort you to where you need to go." Zarbon rapidly hoisted Bulma over his shoulder and took off down a hall, which now were echoing frantic screams.
Her voice was rasp from her screaming and her arms ached from fruitlessly pounding her arms against the alien's hard back. So she quietly lay limp over his shoulders, waiting for the worst. Suddenly they entered a grand room then which Zarbon let her go none too gently to land on the hard floor.
"Welcome Ms. Briefs, it's been too long." Bulma stiffened at the cold voice, this was worse than she expected. Bulma sat, in frozen silence, trying her best to avoid the monster's gaze. Frieza sniggered at her reluctance.
"Child, avoidance won't make me disappear, a genius such as yourself should know that." Zarbon roughly picked her up and held her tightly to face the tyrant.
"Ah, there's the beauty, my my dear your beauty never ceases to amaze me." Bulma winched at Frieza's watchful eye traveling hungrily around her body.
"That prince is a very lucky man to have such a beauty like yourself at his side." This caught Bulma's attention.
"…what?"
"Oh I am sorry dear, are we keeping our little romance a secret."
"What romance? Between Vegeta and I? Pssh, yeah right where did you hear that?"
"Oh so the Mighty Prince hasn't caved yet?"
"What's it to you?" Bulma venomously bit back, she didn't like the giant lizard Freak to medal in her affairs.
"My sweet, my poor delusional child, I'm afraid to tell you that you are between a rock and a hard place, for you see the prince that you are head over heels for can never love you back." Bulma's chest tightened. She didn't need to hear any of this, not right now.
"You don't know what you are talking about." She whispered dangerously.
"Oh but I do, you see I know what he really is, and that's a monster, ruthless, cold hearted murdered monster, who forever was and forever will be!"
"YOU LAIR!" Bulma screamed. She didn't want to hear it, believe it, she knew better, she had seen a different side to him, felt a different side to him, yet she didn't know why she was being so defensive, was is because she mildly took what the Lizard said to account?
"Vegeta has changed, and he never was like this, I knew him when he was a child, yes his has a harsh exterior but inside he is pure!" Bulma was growing frantic by the moment; the monster's clam façade was getting under her skin, irritating her furiously.
"Oh my poor blinded child. You display hurts me. Can't you see that you are all wrong about him, if he was all you said he was to be, would you be here? Would he have left to in a corridor to fend for yourself?" Bulma's eyes bulged then see hung her head in defeat.
"See my darling? He is too good to be true isn't he? Come I want to show you something." Frieza comfortingly secured his tail around her waist and took her hand to lead her in front of a big screen.
"Now I'm only going to show you this for your own good, I can't stand to see such a pretty thing like you get hurt." Frieza sweetly said as he flicked it on. Vegeta appeared on the grand screen, standing in his battle suit, catching his breath. Bulma watched closely as he turned to face two children. Bulma's stomach tightened.
'Please no…'
Vegeta stepped towards the two children, while Bulma's heart started to race. She watched as the boy bravely took a fighting stance in front of the proud warrior, and she could hear the piercing plead of the little girl's that almost broke her heart into two.
"I have to protect you! I will protect you, your all I have; I won't lose you to this monster!"
Bulma held her breath; that would probably set Vegeta off any minute, she hands started to shake with anticipation. Yet Vegeta swiftly shook his head and retreated, letting Bulma sigh in relief.
"FIGHT ME" screamed the boy. "COME ON YOU MONSTER! FIGHT ME!"
'Shut up you idiot, you don't want to provoke him, I swear to kami Vegeta you stay the fuck where you are!' Bulma was having a vicious war in her mind while watching the vivid images before her. Vegeta began to turn around, and Bulma's heart started to flutter, she knew it, he wasn't bad at all, and she should have never had doubted him. She turned her head to face the Tyrant and smugly smiled at him in victory, yet Frieza just nodded his head towards the screen. When Bulma directed her eyes back to the screen, she could see the finishing of Vegeta's transformation, and then to her absolute horror, the ape picked up the small boy and mercilessly tore him into two. The unison of the little girl's scream and Bulma's filled the room. Bulma burst out into a fit of tears, and collapsed on the floor, sobbing her heart out.
'How could he do that? VEGETA WHY!?' suddenly she felt a warm presence encircle around her feeble body.
"Oh, child I am terribly sorry, but I wanted to prevent you from getting hurt. But don't you see, he is nothing more than a-"
"Monster" Bulma finished softly. Frieza grinned maliciously. He gently pulled some blue strands of hair behind her ears, and stroked the back of her head.
"I couldn't have put it better myself, now dry your tears, you must be tired, Zarbon here will escort you home." Bulma vulnerably nodded and let Zarbon lead her out.
Frieza watched the retreating forms leave his grand room. Picked up his glass and took a swig, turning to the frozen image of Vegeta's Oozaru form. He replayed the scene of him tearing the boy into two and malevolently laughed.
"Oh Vegeta, how are you going to get yourself out of this one?"
A/N : OHHH HOW IS HE GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS!!!!!!! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW ( if u cant guess im really excited about this chap lol)
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