VFC: I'm so disturbed and creeped out that I'm gonna start laughing like a crazy pirate! Ar har har har har! Er… I mean! Thanks everyone who reviewed! Ooh! Instead of author's notes, I'm going to ask meaningless questions that nobody knows the answers to! Then I won't take up so much space with meaningless drabble! Maybe... Ok… here's the first one… (Ahem)
"Since we watch cartoons on television, do cartoons watch real life when they watch TV?"
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, there was a girl. She did not own DragonBall Z…or the Al Bhed language which she has suddenly decided to use as Saiya-go… The end!
'Kay, that's all I have to say… TOO MANY WORDS UP HERE!! o.-
"Talking" 'Thinking/Flashbacks/Dreams…etc.' Saiya-go (A/N: Author's Notes)
One Girl, One Wish
Chapter Sixteen: Bloodlust
"bokura ha nando mo ayamachi wo kurikaesu keredo
kimi to no kawashita yakusoku dake ha mamoritai
We make mistakes over and over again, but
The only thing I want to protect is the promise I made to you"
– Gackt: Metamorphoze –
Bulma tightly clenched her fists; her fingernails dug into her palms but she didn't care… Zarbon had left her moments ago and Broly had returned to the room. Broly sensed some sort of distress within the woman. "Is something wrong?" he asked quietly.
Bulma's vision began to blur as she shifted her gaze to meet Broly's. "I…I just…I just hope they didn't use me as…bait to lure Vegeta here to…" she paused and released a ragged breath, "…to kill him…" she finished in a whisper. Broly just stared into her eyes. He did not try to tell her that she hadn't been used as a lure, but he also didn't confirm what she had said either. He did not know why the woman was here, and he did not know what was to become of her. Broly honestly did not know what Frieza was planning. He never knew what that lizard was planning. Broly just knew that he would not allow what happened to Vegeta happen to Bulma…
"I will ask you one last time Frieza…" Vegeta said, rubbing his temple in annoyance. "Where. Is. Bulma?" he asked, putting emphasis on each word to express his impatience and to be sure the tyrant got the message. The lizard flashed Vegeta one of his famous malevolent smiles. Frieza nodded toward Dodoria who nodded as well before leaving the room. Vegeta raised an eyebrow, but decided not to question the action…
"Are you sure you want to know where I am keeping her my prince?" Frieza asked, hovering toward Vegeta. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the lizard. Why was Frieza asking him this? Where is he keeping Bulma?
"You know damn well that I am 'sure'" Vegeta replied, crossing his arms. Frieza laughed aloud at this.
"Vegeta, you look just like a spoiled brat who didn't get their way… Very well… I will tell you…" Frieza paused and hovered closer to Vegeta. "She is in the room I used to break you, prince…" Vegeta's eyes widened slightly.
"What are you going to do with her?!" Vegeta all but shouted at the lizard.
"Oh, don't worry prince, I don't plan on hurting her…unless you don't cooperate with me…"
Bulma sat cross-legged on the floor in complete silence. Broly was just as silent as she was as he leaned against the wall opposite her. Bulma blinked as the door slid open, breaking the silence. She frowned once she saw Dodoria saunter casually into the room. She sighed then hung her head and stared down at the tiled floor.
"Guess what girl? Frieza wants you to pay him a visit…" Dodoria chuckled as he glared down at the aqua haired woman sitting on the floor trying to ignore him.
"Really?" Bulma asked halfheartedly. She let out a small yelp as Dodoria yanked harshly on her chains, pulling her to her feet. Dodoria unlocked the shackles then quickly slapped a strange band around each of her wrists and around her neck. "What the hell are these?" she asked in a very snappy, Vegeta manner.
"These are to keep you in line," Dodoria explained. "I think you will discover how they work later…" Bulma examined the bands around her wrists then looked to Broly. He crossed his arms and shrugged. "Now hurry up; we don't want to keep Lord Frieza waiting… I think he has a 'surprise' for you."
"What do you want?" Vegeta asked, his arms crossed proudly over his chest. Frieza smiled.
"So glad you asked, my prince…" Frieza placed a finger against his chin in thought. "I want each little monkey on that tiny planet of yours to fight for me…I also want those that remain on Earth to do the same. In return, I will graciously give all of you my protection." Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"The Saiyans already fight for you–"
"No… I mean I need them to help me with a war; a war against my dear older brother Cooler," Vegeta knit his eyebrows together.
"War?" Frieza nodded. "You and the Saiyans have an agreement that we will not help you win your damn wars… We will purge planets for you, help train your soldiers, but we will not help you with your wars." Vegeta retorted.
"Oh I think you will fight in this little war if you know what's good for your planet…And also…" Frieza trailed off and smiled as he turned his attention to the door. Vegeta stared at the lizard in question before slowly turning to see what had occupied the lizard-tyrant's attention. Vegeta felt slight relief as he caught sight of his aqua haired goddess standing in the doorway with Dodoria. He looked her up and down to see if she was injured. She appeared to be fine, but what the hell was on her neck and wrists?
Bulma's eyes instantly lit up once she saw Vegeta standing there. She began making her way to him but stopped after only taking a few steps. Vegeta raised an eyebrow as a look of confusion formed upon Bulma's face. She gasped and reached for the collar around her neck. She quickly turned toward Dodoria then immediately turned back to face Vegeta. She motioned toward her throat with one hand and pulled at the collar with the other hand. Her eyes widened and she raced toward Vegeta. She continued to pull at the collar as she gazed up at him in horror.
Vegeta stared down at her in confusion. "What is–" he cut himself off as Bulma frantically began clawing at the collar. Her eyes filled with tears as she gripped Vegeta firmly by his shoulders. He turned his head slightly to look at Frieza. Frieza could do nothing but smile lazily. Vegeta turned back to look into Bulma's sapphire eyes. She seemed like…she was in pain. Are those…things…hurting her? "What?" Bulma pointed once again to the collar around her neck then released Vegeta and held up her wrists. Vegeta narrowed his eyes and examined the bands strapped around her wrists. His eyes widened slightly once he saw the small amount of crimson liquid slowly seeping out from beneath the bands around her wrists. "What the hell are those things doing to her?!" he called out before releasing an animalistic growl of fury.
Dodoria chuckled. "Inside those bands there are thousands of tiny metal barbs containing a special poison I created myself. At the simple push of a button, those bands will tighten up causing the barbs to cut into her skin and inject the poison into her body." Vegeta glared daggers toward the pink alien as he spoke. "As the poison slowly works its way through her bloodstream, it will inflict an intense amount of pain after it removes her ability to speak. It slowly and painfully begins closing her airways until she finally asphyxiates and dies…" Vegeta gazed down at Bulma as tears streamed down her cheeks. Vegeta knew she was in pain just from looking into her eyes.
"So…she will die shortly…?" Vegeta asked, trying not to sound too despondent. Bulma stared up at him with such sadness and pain. Vegeta felt as though someone was tearing at his heart violently with a corroded blade.
"She won't die if I give her the antidote," Dodoria added. "However, I can only give her the antidote if Lord Frieza wants me to…" Vegeta glared toward Frieza.
"Will you do as I have requested, prince?" Frieza asked, knowing that Vegeta could not refuse if he cared for the well-being of "Vegeta's precious princess" as Frieza would say.
"I'll do whatever you want, just get those damn things off her and give her the antidote," he snapped back. Frieza chuckled at this.
"Very well… You've made a good choice Vegeta… It would be a shame for such beauty to die so unexpectedly…" Frieza shook his head sadly. 'What a pack of lies… You don't care who dies as long as you get your way…' Vegeta thought frostily as he turned his attention back to Bulma just as Dodoria thrust a syringe into her arm. She cringed as the liquid was injected into her. Dodoria removed the syringe then quickly took off the bands. Vegeta glowered up at the tinny freak as he backed away from them, smiling spitefully the entire time. "You may leave; we will be arriving on Vejita-sei shortly. Oh and Vegeta… Please do not forget our little agreement…" Frieza sniggered quietly.
Bulma instantly threw her arms around Vegeta and buried her face in his neck. He placed a hand cautiously against her skull, slightly tangling his fingers in her silky hair. It was just then that Broly entered the room. Broly immediately got the sense that something was wrong with Bulma. "Get those wounds of hers cleaned and wrapped," Zarbon instructed. Broly nodded, knowing that now would not be a good time to ask what had happened.
"Come with me–" Broly instantly stopped to prevent himself from calling her "Princess". Bulma had already told him that she didn't mind if he called her that…but what would Frieza think? Would he think that Broly had regained his loyalty to the Saiyans? Broly had actually never lost that loyalty, but he had to put up an act so Frieza wouldn't kill him or anyone he cared for…
Bulma pulled away from Vegeta to look at Broly. She nodded as she released Vegeta and walked toward Broly. Vegeta turned and glared at Frieza before following after Bulma and Broly.
"What happened?" Broly asked once he was certain they were out of Frieza's hearing range. Bulma reluctantly recounted what had happened with Dodoria's poison.
"Bastards…" Vegeta mumbled once Bulma finished telling Broly the details of what had happened. He sighed, angry with the fact that Frieza had to resort to nearly killing Bulma just to get what he wanted from the prince. …And now the Saiyans and the Humans are to ally themselves with Frieza and go to war with Cooler…
"Vegeta, what happened to your arm?" Bulma asked, noticing the cloth wrapped around his muscular arm. Vegeta was slightly irked at the fact that she had changed the subject to his injury, but at the same time he was slightly grateful that he didn't have to think about what had happened to her for at least a moment. Vegeta glanced down at the cloth and shook his head.
"It's nothing… Some bastard on that planet slashed open my arm. It's not too serious, so it's not worth worrying about," Vegeta began to wonder if the wound had healed up yet. It should have stopped bleeding shortly after he received it, but it had not. However, by the looks of it, it seemed to have finally stopped bleeding, but he didn't think it had even begun to heal yet. 'Looks like I will have another scar…' he thought apathetically. "And don't change the subject when it's something I'm so pissed off about," he added. Although his words sounded as though he was angry with her, Bulma knew him well enough to know that he wasn't angry with her at all. However, she knew that he wouldn't show it, but he was deeply concerned for her.
Once back in the room she had been kept in, Broly helped Bulma tend to her injuries as Vegeta leaned casually against the wall, waiting for them to finish. Bulma could tell just by watching the Saiyan prince that the flashbacks of being in this room when he was sixteen were crashing into his mind; she could see the pain the flashbacks brought even though he was successfully masking it all.
"Broly, why don't you come back to Vejita-sei with us?" Bulma asked once her injuries had been cleaned and wrapped. Broly smirked somewhat softly.
"I cannot go with you; I must remain here," Broly said. If Bulma wasn't mistaken, she even heard a touch of sadness in his voice. Bulma was about to inquire why he could not return with them, but Vegeta cut in.
"You still smell like blood, Woman," he said, crossing his arms. Bulma placed her hands on her hips. Was Vegeta trying to change the subject? Why would he want to do that?
"I hadn't known I smelt like blood in the first place," Bulma replied, smirking rather evilly. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. Bulma noticed the look in his eyes that told her that he had something else to say, but he would not say it unless they were alone. 'Ooh, I wonder what it could be…' Bulma mentally giggled quite childishly. 'What could Vegeta have to say that he won't say in front of Broly?'
"If you two will excuse me, I have business I must attend to elsewhere," Broly stated barely above a whisper then left without another word.
"Broly…?" Bulma squeaked as she turned to look at the door Broly had just exited through. She wondered why he had left so abruptly… "Vegeta, you scared him away…" Bulma turned back to face Vegeta. She was shocked and slightly confused when she did not see him. "Ve–" she paused once she felt his strong arms around her abdomen. Vegeta nuzzled the back of her neck causing her to shiver. "Vegeta? What… What's wrong?" she asked softly. What was he doing? Shouldn't he be telling her off for no reason like he usually does? Shouldn't he berate her for "letting herself get captured by Frieza's lackeys"? "Vegeta, why are you–"
"They hurt you," he stated quietly. Bulma was about to explain to him that she was fine; they hadn't hurt her too badly, but he continued. "The blood… I smell it on you… It's your blood and…" he trailed off, pressing his lips against her neck. 'I want to taste it…' Vegeta harshly reprimanded his Saiyan instincts for thinking such a thought at a time like this. "…It makes my blood boil…The fact that they harmed my woman is unforgivable… I will make them suffer," he whispered into her ear.
"Vegeta, I'm fine… really," Bulma flinched as he attacked her neck—which was quite tender from the episode that had occurred not long ago—with his lips. He uncurled his tail from around his waist and wrapped it around her wrist. "Vegeta?" Bulma unconsciously brushed the furry appendage coiled round her wrist with her fingertips, although she silently wished she had not as it sent a shiver up Vegeta's spine. She did not know what had gotten into him so suddenly, and she cursed herself for leading him on even if it had been a natural reaction.
Bulma became quite confused and somewhat nervous as his sharp Saiyan fangs brushed against an area on her neck that wasn't covered by the bandage. Vegeta had fought desperately to keep control over the part of him that wanted to sink his teeth into the delicate being he had mated for nearly five years, ever since he had first taken her. Quickly his control was slipping as the scent of her blood permeated his nostrils. His proximity to her was not helping his situation at all; a mistake on his part. And when she had brushed her fragile fingers against his tail, his control had slipped even farther.
It was a natural instinct for a Saiyan male to want to taste his mate's blood, but Vegeta had fought against it to ensure that he—as weak and un-Vegeta-like as it sounded—did not hurt her. She is a human, not a Saiyan and to mark her in that way would surely be quite excruciating for her. However, that did not mean Vegeta did not want to taste her blood, no. He wanted– No, he needed to taste her more than he needed air to breathe.
Vegeta stared hungrily at her neck. All thought, all reason, everything had been pushed from his mind; his control hanging by a thread. He wanted her blood– No… No, he shouldn't want her blood… Not now. Not after she had nearly been killed. Bulma had been saying his name repeatedly in hopes of catching his attention, but he had not heard her; his mind was too busy battling with itself to hear her calling out to him.
Bulma by now had begun to panic, mainly from his sudden change. Since he was so close to her, she could feel his heart pounding madly against his chest. Bulma struggled against him until she finally manage to pull away, turning to look into his eyes. She did not like what she saw…
Bloodlust… It was something she had never gotten the chance to see within her beloved Saiyan prince's cold, dark eyes. It was something she had never wanted to see. She gasped silently as his ebony eyes penetrated her sapphire ones. Her eyes widened in realization that the target of his lust for blood…was her…
Bulma stumbled backward, gazing up at him in shock. She managed to bump against a table, cutting her finger open on a knife lying on top in the process. She pulled her hand with the fresh wound close to her chest, not taking her eyes off her mate. Vegeta sniffed the air as the scent of her blood grew stronger, his control now almost completely gone.
Vegeta strode slowly toward the woman—his woman—who had begun trembling slightly. "Vegeta… What…are you doing?" she managed to squeak out as he drew nearer. Bulma, by now, began to wonder what she had done to incur his wrath. What had she done to him? Why was he suddenly acting this way? Does…he want her dead…? Would he kill her? …Why…? Her eyes slowly began to mist over with tears.
Within moments, he stood before her. Even though he was only a few inches taller than her, Bulma felt as though he was towering over her, waiting to devour her. Bulma stared up at him, not knowing what to expect. She cringed in slight pain as Vegeta grasped her wrist, pulling it toward him to examine her fresh wound. Bulma stared in horror as his tongue slid up her bleeding finger, licking up the crimson liquid as what remained of his control finally slipped away…
In one swift motion, Vegeta had Bulma pinned against the wall. He had her wrists gripped tightly in his hands, pressing them against the wall, pinning her arms to her sides. He restrained her legs with his own, and wrapped his tail around her waist. Bulma stared up into his coal eyes, frozen as his ominous gaze pierced into her own eyes. His eyes were clouded over with what appeared to be lust…but it was a far different kind of lust than she was used to seeing in his eyes…
Vegeta leaned in, biting down on the cloth tied round her neck, jerking his head back to rip it off, and allowing it to fall to the floor. "Vegeta, stop…please," Bulma whispered softly as he slowly dragged his wet tongue across her now exposed throat. Her words went unheard as Vegeta shifted, pressing his teeth against her neck, and biting down slightly. He could practically feel her blood beginning to fill his mouth, he could practically taste it…but a soft whimper of pain brought him back into his right mind.
Vegeta regained his control as he jerked himself away from the woman to meet Bulma's sorrowful, frightened blue orbs staring up at him. Vegeta noticed how tightly he was squeezing her already sore wrists, how much force he was using to keep her pinned against the wall, and…how he was hurting her. He immediately loosened his grip on the woman he had sworn to protect, although he did not release her. Years ago, he had promised her in his native tongue that he would never hurt her intentionally…and yet here he was…breaking that promise just because he couldn't keep control over himself…
Bulma squeezed her eyes shut as Vegeta rested his forehead against hers. He sighed before softly speaking her name. She seemed to squeeze her eyes even more tightly upon hearing her name. "Bulma… E ys cunno…" Vegeta said in the low, husky voice he knew she couldn't resist; she had once told him that he sounded sexy when he spoke in that way… Bulma slowly opened her eyes, slightly in shock that he had just apologized to her in Saiya-go. She gazed into his eyes, searching for signs of sincerity although just hearing Vegeta apologize was proof enough that he was serious.
After a moment of simply staring vacantly into his eyes, Bulma leaned forward, closing the small space between them, grasping her prince's lips with her own. Vegeta knew that, for now at least, he was forgiven. However, he thought that she should not give him her forgiveness… Not yet. After tasting the blood from her finger, he knew it would be more difficult to keep his control. He knew that since he had had a small taste of the blood of his mate, he would begin to crave it… That small taste and the fact that he wanted more would slowly eat away at him from the inside until the day came when he finally sunk his teeth into her delicate, pale flesh. 'Damn it…' Vegeta cursed himself silently.
"What's wrong?" Bulma asked as she noticed the look in Vegeta's eyes when he pulled away from her. He stared down at her, his eyes filled with malice but it was not directed at her.
"I will want it more than ever now…" he explained simply. Bulma gazed up at him with a questioning look in her eyes that now held that all too familiar sparkle. "Your blood," Vegeta said somewhat darkly, trying to ignore the glint in her eyes. Bulma stared into his ebony eyes, confused and slightly afraid. Vegeta sighed before releasing her and taking a few steps away from her. He ran a hand through his dark mane and decided that he didn't want to talk about wanting her blood anymore… "Frieza wants the Saiyans and the Humans to form an alliance with him and go to war with his brother Cooler…"
"War…? But… the people of Earth aren't a warrior people like the Saiyans! They can't…" Bulma trailed off as tears came to her eyes. "And…there aren't many humans left… They will…die…" Vegeta crossed his arms as Bulma turned away from him. She was right… The humans had little to no battle experience. They wouldn't last a day in a war with Frieza's brother… Vegeta was certain that Frieza already knew that…so why does he want the humans to aid him?
Bulma filled her lungs with the fresh air of Vejita-sei, her home. She gazed up into the red orange sky as the suns were just beginning to set and smiled softly. They had only been gone for a few days, but that didn't mean she hadn't missed her home while they were away for that short while.
Presently, she was waiting with Kid and Goku just outside of Frieza's ship for Vegeta. Frieza had wanted to speak with Vegeta before departing. Bulma wanted to go with him, but he shook his head and told her to wait with "Kakarrot" incase Frieza decided he wanted to keep her with him. Of course, she argued with him but finally gave in and did as he had told her to do.
Bulma had to suppress a laugh as Goku's stomach expressed its need for sustenance for about the fourth time. Goku scratched his head, smiling at her. She smiled back, laughing at her longtime friend. Her smile faded and she jumped slightly as a hand rested on her shoulder. She turned slowly and found herself face to face with Vegeta. She stared into his cold, dark eyes; he seemed upset although he was trying to mask it. 'What did Frieza say to him?' Bulma asked herself silently. "Vegeta–" Vegeta shook his head, telling her that he did not want to speak with her about it at the moment. Bulma nodded then turned back to Kid and Goku.
Kid was glancing around nervously and Goku was still scratching his head as his stomach growled once again. Bulma rolled her eyes, "You guys can leave now if you want," she said. Goku's eyes lit up before he took to the air, hoping Chi-Chi would make him some food. Kid shortly followed after him but not before after waving goodbye to Bulma and Vegeta.
Trunks knew that it was only a matter of time…
"Let's go home too," Bulma said as she wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck. "Then…you can tell me what Frieza said to make you so upset." Bulma winked at him as he rolled his eyes. 'Damn woman knows me too well…'
"Fine…" Vegeta sighed. Something about the way she was staring up at him with her arms locked around his neck told him that she wanted to be carried. Vegeta smirked before gathering her into his arms. Bulma sighed contently, snuggled closer to his chest, and closed her eyes. Vegeta rolled his eyes once again at the strange woman before taking off into the skies.
"So what did Frieza say?" Bulma asked as she sat on their bed. Vegeta crossed his arms and leaned against the wall across from her.
"He threatened to destroy Vejita-sei…" Vegeta said simply. Bulma stared up at him vacantly, her mouth agape.
"Why?!" she cried out, not wanting to lose another home to the lizard bastard. Vegeta turned his head, shifting his gaze away from her.
"So the Saiyans could not refuse his 'generous' offer…" he replied, his words oozing with sarcasm. Bulma placed her hands in her lap and looked to the floor. First Frieza threatens Bulma, then he threatens to destroy their home just to get the Saiyans to fight on his side in a stupid war. She didn't even know who this Cooler guy was…or why Frieza wanted to go to war with him. Aren't they brothers? Why would they go to war? Bulma thought siblings were supposed to get along, help each other, love each other and things like that. However, how would she know what siblings were like? She never had any brothers or sisters; she didn't know how siblings acted toward each other… All she had to go by was what she had seen on the television when she was a child.
Vegeta moved to stand before her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and knelt down. Bulma raised her head to look him in the eyes. 'There's that look again…' she told herself, becoming a little nervous. The bloodlust in his eyes had indeed returned, but it didn't seem as intense as last time. She hoped silently that he would be able to control himself…
Vegeta noticed the change in her scent and the nervousness that radiated off her. He released her and quickly looked down at the floor; he needed to look away from her as he felt his control slipping as it had before. The memory of the taste of her blood came crashing into his mind. He desperately tried to push the memory away, but it would not leave him alone…
After a short while of struggling silently, Bulma thought he had pushed the burning desire for her blood away.
…She didn't know how wrong she was…
In literally the blink of an eye, Bulma found herself sprawled across the bed with Vegeta on top of her, pinning her down. He had a strong hold on her wrists again; he held them above her as he pinned her legs in place with his own. She gazed up into his eyes in slight fear. She desperately hoped that he would regain his control just as he had last time…
Vegeta relentlessly assaulted her neck with his tongue, savoring the flavor of her skin before scraping his teeth across her throat. Bulma held her breath, squeezing her eyes shut as she knew what was coming next… Something in her heart told her that Vegeta would not be able to regain his control. His razor-sharp Saiyan fangs would pierce into her skin and there was nothing she could do about it besides brace herself for the pain.
Bulma took a jagged breath as she tried to calm herself. She opened her eyes to see Vegeta staring down at her almost as if he knew that she had realized there would be no escaping this. Bulma had somehow managed to get one wrist out of his death grip. She cautiously reached up and brushed his cheek with her fingertips before placing her hand onto the back of his neck. She pulled him down to her neck as a single tear fell from her eye; she knew this was going to hurt like hell…
Vegeta nuzzled her neck then whispered into her ear. "Vunkeja sa…" Bulma immediately searched her mind for the meaning of his words. She felt another tear slide down her cheek once she realized that he had said "Forgive me…"
Bulma clutched onto his hair with her free hand and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his teeth press against her neck. Vegeta carefully slid his hand under her head, grasping onto her glossy, turquoise tresses before biting down hard. Bulma tensed as the pain shot through her entire body. She bit her lip to prevent releasing the scream she was barely managing to contain, causing her to tremble slightly.
Vegeta pulled away moments later seeming intoxicated by the coppery taste of her blood, and ashamed of the fact that he could not contain his need to taste her at the same time. He cleared her blood from his lips before sighing and completely relinquishing his hold on her. He leaned down carefully resting his forehead against hers, gazing into her misty eyes. A small whimper escaped her pursed lips as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"Please don't do that again," Bulma pleaded in a small voice.
"I…can't make any promises that I won't…" Vegeta admitted rather dismally. Bulma stared up at him with downcast eyes as she took in a ragged breath. "The moon is out…" he said, suddenly changing the subject for her. Bulma gazed up at him skeptically. Vegeta smirked down at her, "Tell me what it looks like…or shall I find out for myself?" he asked as he stroked her cheek with his velvety tail, practically waving the furry appendage in her face. Bulma was slightly relieved that he had changed the subject…and…she definitely did not want him to look at the moon…
Bulma turned her head away from him to look out the window at the moon. She explained to Vegeta what the moon looked like on this particular night, shivering each time she felt his lips against her neck. 'Oh…So that is what he wants…' she thought, smiling secretly to herself.
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A long while later, Bulma rested her head against her prince's bare chest, sighing in contentment as she temporarily disregarded the stinging sensation on her neck. She closed her eyes as Vegeta placed an arm around her. She snuggled against him before falling into a peaceful, undisturbed slumber. Vegeta bit back a yawn before allowing his own eyes to close. Sleep overcame him more quickly than it ever had before.
Vegeta jolted awake in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. 'What the hell was that dream?' he asked himself. His nightmares had seemed to cease since he mated with Bulma, but they had mysteriously returned to him on this night. He thought it was strange that they had returned; could it be some sort of forewarning? Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he thought of how ridiculous that sounded… 'Feh…forewarning,' he scoffed mentally, 'It's just a coincidence…'
He sighed then shifted his gaze to Bulma. She was sleeping soundly with her head rested against his chest and her arm draped across his abdomen, just as she had been before falling asleep. He took in her scent then knit his eyebrows. 'Her scent has changed…' Her scent had indeed altered slightly, apart from being enveloped with his scent.
Vegeta's eyes widened slightly as he realized why her scent could be different…
VFC: Well…I think we all can figure out the reason why…! n.n But ya never know with me… heh heh… Is it just me…or did this chapter seem like it was…a filler chapter…? If yes, then… damn… If no, then um…Yayz! Hrm...Something just does not sit well with me in this chappie...but I dunno what it is! O.o Blegh… Sorry if stuff was a bit random-ish…My brain was exploding with words and I was scared to not type them up! Um… Please review?
Oh my fish! I finally started rewriting this story! I have no idea when the revised version will be up though… O.o; I've made a lot of changes…including changes on Vegeta's character…I think I've made him more bloodthirsty and…Vegeta-ish…kinda…maybe… Woot?! Yeah… So I am rewriting the first chapter at the moment. n.n
OK, one more somewhat important thing. Please, please ask questions. If there is something I confused you with, something I left out/forgot about, or something you want me to add...or something... then ask questions! Questions really, really help me out because then I know if I need to change something or explain something... and they also remind me of things that I may have forgotten...I forget a lot of things... They will also help me make the revised version of this story better! Well...I shouldn't say "better" because who knows if it's going to be better? O.o;Questions and reviews make me happy-ful! n.n