Why hello pplz. Here's yet another chapter to give you guys- but first, I want to show you some of my ideas for a future story, here are just a few small summaries:
Anyway, here's more chappie for ya. And PLEASE review. My God, and yes, it's the end of the horrible review limits, OKAY! I'm done, yes, no more I want this many...because it NEVER WORKS. sigh I'm done..I-I'm just done...
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Italics represent a flashback or vocal emphasis, beeyotch...jk.;P
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: CC
Then she heard that ever familiar growl, the one that still haunted her dreams.
An almost painfully deep fear engulfed her chest, causing her breathing to thicken rapidly. She thought she saw its shadow in the hall for a second. She was thankfully wrong. At least for a while.
The scratching, oh kami, the hollow, loud scratching. It was horrendous, that sound. She had grown to hate it as they continued to occupy her nightmares. However, this was not a nightmare; this was certainly real.
Next, there came the heart-stopping clanks that the creature's claws made on the wooden floor. A deep breath caught in her throat, she couldn't help it. She had to cough...
It froze. Everything seemed to freeze. She could barely hear its small ears twitching, searching for audible sounds that would indicate its surroundings and if they were harmful. 'No, no, the only thing that's harmful, is that. My kami, I just HAD to get Yamcha out of here at THIS time-...wait. I bet it knew. I bet the little fucker KNEW that Yamcha was going to be gone. And it chose me for a perfect dinner...'
'Fine! If he wants to play rough, I'll play rough!' She thought as she reached high to get hold of the antique spear above the fireplace. She felt a strong wave of guilt overcome her; she knew that her father saw this as his most prized possession, besides his beloved computer of course. But desperate times called for extremely desperate measures, the best excuse for any conflict with a parent.
And with that echoing in her head, along with images of her dying, she went for it, eyeing the small shadow in the hall, but right before her last step...
Enter: Prince Vegeta /Location: Space Pod
He would have slept, but he was fretting about what Radditz would really do. Perhaps he actually defeated Frieza with his asinine plan, what would Vegeta do? There would be just one more thing that he had to feel anger and shame about in his life, something that was NOT necessary.
He really had nowhere to go now. Nappa was dead, Radditz was carrying out plans that he was against. What could he do, really?
Then he thought back for a moment, trying to remember any other people of importance that he knew. Suddenly, one came up.
Boy, was she gonna be surprised to see him.
Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: CC
Right before her last step to defeating the intruding fiend, it stepped away, causing Bulma to look at it, but lose her step. She ran straight into the end table full of pictures and little objects that injured her in her fall. She looked up, still on the ground, to see this cute, furry thing. But wait, wasn't that...
To her relief and humor, the creature that had presented itself from behind the boulder was no smaller than a kitten, and very ferret-like, looking at her with the most wide, green eyes, matching eyes incredulously.
"Aww...how cute,"she said before cautiously putting out her hand to pet it. It had agreed with her offer, ducking it's head low and receiving a small pat by it's large ears.
"You know what, little one. I think...I think I'll take you home. Yeah, I'll do that."
'Oh...wow.' The words echoed in her head as she continued to stare at the confused creature with a dazed, dreamy look in her eyes. Then a look of helplessness came over her since she realized that she had gotten into that mess for nothing.
Then she remembered her father's sword. She hadn't dropped when she fell, unfortunately. Instead...
...she found it under the end table, half of it at least.
Her eyes widened in fear; there would be no way to fix or replace it, she was COMPLETELY done for when her father came home.
That was when the door opened, and Yamcha came in with his arms full of bags. He became absolutely enraged as he dropped every bag as his eyes widened bigger than hers.
"B-Bulma...What the HELL! Now I have another mess to clean up!" He shouted at her as she looked at him shamefully.
That was when she sneezed.
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji/ Location: Germonia
Oh yes. How surprised her expression would be when she saw for the first time in...how long? Oh well, it didn't matter. But bringing up that anger and resentment in her was like a piece of chocolate to a kid; it was his passion.
Seeing her was a definite hobby of his when he was bored. Of course, he had often in times found himself being a little too fond of the wealthy planet, but his coldness subsided. Plus, Frieza would have no idea that he would be here. And if he did, then Vegeta was sure that he had inquired them earlier. Besides, if Frieza does appear there unexpectedly, than Vegeta would have no choice but to defeat him, or at least try to.
But that didn't matter. He was here to do something, and he had to do it quick.
Their faces were ones of horror more than anything. As he strode out of his SpacePod, and gave them that beloved smirk of his, they had faltered. He always wondered why. But then again, his ego constantly remined him, he was Saiyan. He was getting the respect he deserved as a warrior...sortof.
He narrowed his eyes at the whimpering guards,"You imbeciles, get on your knees and fucking bow to me before you become a pile of broken bones."
"Y-Yes sir!" They all complied, bringing a smirk to his face. He walked off into the royal area, the front of the kingdom.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?"
Those burning eyes met his as he turned to see her. The less than happy look and the raised eyebrow only made him smirk harder. Then she crossed her arms just like a Saiyan. Just like a Saiyan.
"So...what the hell do you have to do here of all places? Don't you have a mindless, defenseless, weak planet to conquer? Or did Frieza run out of excuses to keep you busy?" She now looked proud of herself. His smirk faded and morphed into a glare.
"Listen you spoiled bitch, showing such disrespect...may result in dire...consequences...," He said slowly. She rolled her lilac eyes and walked past him.
"You know, I never did get my bow. I am the only most powerful Prince in the galaxy, for your information," He smirked lightly. She stopped and turned, getting right in his face.
"Oh really? Then where is Frieza?"
"Dead."
"Liar." She swiftly turned and started walking again into the palace. He followed, earning shocked stares as he went past the hallways and corridors.
When they reached her bed chambers, he stayed at the door looking at the room and how it changed from so long ago. She caught his glance,"You like it?"
"Hm," He walked to her silk-covered bed and sat, still shifting his gaze around as she sat at the her desk, a mirror on the surface of it. She was applying the paint that female aliens often put on their eyelids to declare royalty or to declare that they're mated. He knew which one it was.
"The paint is for your royalty, correct?"
"Of course. Do you actually think I find anyone here worthy of my soul?" She chided, concentrating on her mirrored gaze.
"Pft. Myself, of course. Not that I find you worthy of my soul, however, but..."
Then she looked to him through her reflection in the mirror. She actually looked serious.
"Would you..."
He waited expectantly.
"Would you ever mate with me?"
His gaze dropped. Not a question that he was prepared to answer. He got up as she watched him.
"Hm. What a pity. My, have you grown desperate..."
Then he turned to the door, things were getting extremely tense.
But he stopped; he had more to say.
"You must realize...Saiyans cannot explain such feelings. Avedra, this is goodbye."
He reached for the button, however...
"Wait! No, just...just stay for tonight. Then you may leave. Please. Please stay until...until after tonight."
He didn't turn,"Perhaps. I'll consider it."
Then he left her, alone with her shame and desires. Alone with seeing her own crystalline tears in the mirror.
Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: CC
A few weeks later, without any special events occurring in them, Bulma was stuck watching TV, which was not helping her boredom. The weird alien thing was now sleeping. She turned it off and groaned before closing her eyes in helplessness. They bolted open when she felt a weight shift onto the couch. She already knew who it was.
"Yamchaaaa,"She groaned, her head falling onto his shoulders,"I'm. So. Damn. Bored."
"I know, I know. I wish I could help. But at least you don't have a cold any more. KAMI, that was HELL-"
She playfully punched him as he laughed. She couldn't help but smile as she did.
"Hey, you know I'm right! You were just the most difficult thing on the planet when you were sick. I'm surprised my arms and legs didn't fall off already." She rolled her eyes as he grinned at her.
"Well, maybe if you were more loyal to your host, I wouldn't HAVE to be difficult." She closed her eyes as she said this and put her fingers on her chest to emphasize the drama. Then it was Yamcha who rolled his eyes.
Then a silence fell between the good friends. Her smile remained as she rested her head on the top of the couch while still looking at him. He smiled slightly.
"So...Wow, I'm the heiress to a multi-million dollar empire...and I'm actually bored right now." Bulma broke the silence. Yamcha looked at her with amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Yeah, well maybe we should give it to the poor...how about it, Bulma? Think you should finally do something good for the first time in your life?"
She punched him again. So, now he decided to take action.
The horrible agony, the pain that ensued. One thing she absolutely HATEDwas tickling. Tickling just drove her insane with irritation. It did work though, nonetheless.
He laughed with her as he punished her, her back on the side of the couch. She leaned forward, causing the distance between them to suddenly vanish. Their faces suddenly grew surprised, and a little speechless. But the confidence in him instructed him to do what he was used to: surrendering.
Then...he kissed her.
Suddenly, it was gone. The startled, annoying feeling that the tickling brought was gone, and replaced by pleasant surprise. Extremely pleasant surprise.
He suddenly stopped, ending the warm feeling that was starting to spread over her. She burrowed her eyebrows in disappointed confusion. He looked at her apologetically and slightly humiliated.
"Yamcha..."
"No, Bulma. I-I'm sorry, but..."
"No, it's fine, I-..."
"Actually, it's just that I'm not sure if you really want this-"
"Yamcha! You have to be kidding me! I mean, come on. What about the park, what about Christmas, what about..."
He hated seeing her face fall like it did. She looked so disappointed, almost angry. He just couldn't leave it at this...
So he kissed her. Again. This time with a much more fierce passion than he ever thought he possessed.
This time she didn't give him a chance to let go. She returned the kiss, fueling him inside. Heat started to rapidly collect itself in between them, causing them to indulge into this new void of passion and immature explorations. He swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist, eradicating any reluctance that would interfere. Their physical battle went on until neither could help but take a breath while still holding each other. Sure, it was new and shocking, but...it was good.
"Yamcha..."
"What?" His was voice was soft, his breath danced on her lips.
Her eyes now seemed determined but still warm, which only fueled his curiousity.
"I...I trust you." she said in an even softer voice,"I trust you, Yamcha."
Enter: Prince Vegeta /Location: Germonia
She was absolutely mystified when she saw that his SpacePod still in the repairment sector. She practically flew down the corridors to find him. She halted in her tracks when she caught him standing by a large, narrow window with folded arms and a reminescent expression on his face. Of course, she knew him long enough to know that to interrupt these rare moments of emotions was to beg of a death wish. So she decided that it was best to silently float down the hall before he found her.
She smirked to herself. The times that he did come to see her he would close himself off from everyone, which wasn't different now, but he was actually experiencing moments of tranquility, and she actually witnessed it. She had always known...always...
The graceful gusts of the wistful breeze caressed her auburn hair, causing her to take a deep breath in such tranquil moment. Perched on the high, top brach of a predominantly leafless tree, she looked out into the far depths of the forest, the treetops looking similar to the grassy floor as all of their leaves were waving forward toward the sunset.
That's when she saw him. His onyx hair flowing along with the rhythm of the wind, his presence ample of dignity and power, demanding respect and acknowledgement. But...his expression...so sadly reminescent. How could someone who seemed so mighty and strong...hold such a painful memory?
But that only fueled her curiousity to know him, to recognize what the source of the pain was that gripped him so violently. Just to help him and soothe him would be her dream. But she had learned that to interfere would sometimes only make it worse.
She then saw him close his eyes, making him look tranquil and less troubled than he did when she saw him at first. A small smile graced her features; his expression was a lot more enlightening than his last. She wondered what he saw in his mind's eye. She prayed that it was something of comfort to him.
Suddenly, a feeling of familiarity struck me. The widow's peak, the jet black flame of hair, and those raven eyes...I remembered him instantly. My father and his friends, along with the entire population of my planet, talked of him constantly. His very name was the definition of infamous. Then I felt wondrous...an infamous Prince...right before me in a time of deep thought...
It was no wonder, of course, why she hadn't recognized him as she only observed his actions. She could only see the Prince's weak and depressed state, but if he were standing tall and holding that triumphant smirk as he blasted an entire solar system into oblivion...then immediately she would have known that before her was the Almighty Prince Vegeta of the Saiyans.
A combination of sympathy and pity spread through my chest as I concluded that he was only seen as the diabolically destructive Saiyan, and not the distraught and anquishing soul that I had just witnessed. And as I watched him now with his eyes closed, I could tell that all he truly desired was something that he knew he would have to fight hard to get. Him closing his eyes was a sign that he could tell the road ahead would be complicated and difficult. In that moment, I only wished that...maybe...I could show him that it didn't have to be so...
Lonely.
Oh, and I wanted to reply to a reviewer, um...god, this is embarrassing, but I'm not exactly sure what your name was, but you gave me all those tips, right? Well, I'm only keeping Yamcha's part in this because I only wanted to explain what Bulma is getting used to relationship-wise. Like, he has the kind, gentle side that Vegeta doesn't possess, so when Bulma meets Vegeta she automatically clashes with him. But yes, I do agree, it's getting WAY too long and stretched out. We'll see what happens though.
Next chapter: Bulma gives Yamcha the ultimatum of his life, and Vegeta has his first moment of kindness. Ahhh, to be young again...No, I'm kidding. Veggie's older than me!
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