Well, well, well. Here we are. The twelfth chapter. You know, I never thought I'd get this far, but thanks to the inspiration-which is sometimes not there, hm- and my muse getting my lazy ass up and making me type everything he says, we have arrived. Sure, this isn't like the twentieth or fiftieth anniversary or anything, but I take the number twelve seriously. That was my age when I started doing all of this after all. And trust me...that wasn't the best shit in the world, lemme tell ya.
Anyway, let's get to the miraculously advancing story, shall we?
Rating For This Chapter: Yeah, this is a new little section of my headnote-ahem, yeah. Ummmm maybe PG-13/PG- Not that bad really. Actually, we get a little toasty with Yamcha and Bulma in this, I think, as well as Vegeta and Avedra. It depends though on how they feel about it...
Summary News: Um, yeah. I am SO changing it, my story has gone a little out of the direction that the summary is taking it. So when you see the new one, tell me if you like it better.
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italics represent flashbacks and vocal emphasis.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: CC Living Room
"I...I trust you, Yamcha," She said in a husky voice, nearly driving him over the edge, but he was still puzzled on what she meant by...trusting him. With what?
"What...are you even talking about...Bulma," He asked in a dazed voice as he planted small pecks at her neck. She whimpered and nudged him. He brought his head up and looked into her disappointed eyes.
"Yamcha," She pouted," I trust you. I trust you here..." She took his hand from behind her and placed it between her thighs. His eyes bugged when he got her intentions. He squirmed away, feeling immensely uncomfortable with the situation. He gave her yet another apologetic look.
"I-I'm sorry, Bulma. But...I can't. Just..not now-"
"I know, Yamcha, I know. It's okay," She bit her lip as her eyes dropped to the floor. It wasn't a minute before she stalked off to her room, leaving Yamcha to pick up the shattered pieces of what had just happened.
Enter: Princess Avedra / Location: Planet Germonia-Flashback
His head snapped in her direction as the bang echoed down the ravine. His onyx eyes narrowed in suspicion as he walked around and searched for any sort of being that might suffice for the intruding fiend. He saw nothing but small, oblivious birds chirping happily around their high habitats. He rolled his eyes; it happened every time, every planet. There was always some kind of spy, mostly from Frieza, to take notice of his actions and report them to Frieza or some other planet's king. Not that he gave a damn, but it got quite annoying.
I looked around for him, but he wasn't to be seen, even in the crystal snow. I then heard snapping sounds from behind me. I turned to see him walking away onto the icy trail that led back to my castle. I jumped up to my feet, thankful that he didn't catch the action. I hurried over to the trail, but underestimated it slippery surface.
"What the-" He was cut off by the scream of a young female, of whom was barely hanging onto the trail of ice by her hands. His eyes grew large with alarm as he floated in the air over to her with haste. But her fingers slipped off before he levitated off the ground.
The next thing I knew was the sensation of being lifted by strong arms, but due to an injury to my head that I had gotten from hitting the edge of the trail, my conciousness wouldn't last too long. in fact, I could almost feel my mind fogging up and surrending to slumber. I opened my eyes to catch one last glance at something, and it was him. It was his eyes that I saw, those charcoal pearls that held such a proud fire, but such a pathetic past. I felt sympathy stab me one last time before I fell, faster and faster into the depths of hazy hibernation.
She felt herself take a deep breath through a fond smile. A euphoric sensation ran through her as she thought about the memory, the feeling of being lifted in his arms, his masculine scent filling her nostrils. He hadn't changed at all. He was still the proud, egocentric Saiyan Prince trying to find a way to erase everything that had once weakened him. But there was and will always be the tiny spark of affection and emotion in him, whether he ignored it or noot. And she would always see it as well.
So now, here he was, that reminesceful look still written on his features, the memories still sweeping through his usually stoic eyes. She felt a feeling close to deja 'vu as she just stared at him, memorizing every detail of his form. And to think that this prodigy before her was going to leave tonight...
"So...you're still watching me...just like those days..." His voice trailed off as her head snapped up in surprise. She went back a step, ashamed for him noticing that she was still invading his privacy. Just like those days...
"I...I'm sorry, Vegeta. It's just that I found you here, staring out into nothingness again...and it reminded me of that cold winter's night..." Her voice became wistful with reminescence as he peered into her. She closed her eyes in remembrance, but then snepped them open to him before he shook his head as he smirked.
"You've grown too desperate...for time to rewind, Avedra. That is why...I must leave," He finished with a sigh as he walked away in the opposite direction as she. She turned and looked back, his back to her as he walked away into the depth of the corridors. Tears threatened when he turned the corner. He was right, however. She had always seen the past as a much more blissful time than the present. She was starting to grow, to mature into the woman, the queen she was always destined to be. But as lavish as it sounded, it did not appeal to her. All she truly desired was that care-free, wondrous period of time where the intruiging magic of life really existed: childhood.
Perhaps he saw that she was stuck in the past, and that was why he wouldn't mate with her. That question alone proved that she wanted to move forward, she wanted to rid her reliance on memory and such. But the action would be too desperate, it would never work. In fact, she would only feel guilty because it distanced her from childhood, it only matured her. As much as she wished it gone, her detachment to the innocence and beauty of youth would never cease. And he knew it.
When he left she had always felt the impulse to end everything. Just one swipe of a blade and the whole mess would be cleaned. But that would make her look even more pathetic to him. And every time he would think of her, he would remember the sad, pitiful weakness that lay inside her. She didn't want that. She wanted to appeal to him, she wanted strength and power to force him to find a similarity between them. And then she would sooth that sore spot, that painful dent in the core of his soul, releasing the Vegeta that came out in those rare moments of calmness and tranquility.
Yet of course, she knew she would always have these unaccomplished dreams for the rest of her days; she knew after tonight she would never see him again.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: CC
The mirror shattered before with such force that she could feel tiny sparks of pain in her legs and arms as the glass spiked into them. The tears splattered onto the fractured pieces that now lay on her wood floor. Small parts of her face were visible in the peices of mirror on the floor. She fiercely shoved them away, feeling pain in her hand as they splintered into it.
And he wasn't even there to help her clean the mess up.
She got up and brushed off any remaining parts of the broken mirror that stuck to the knees of her jeans. Making her way to the bathroom, she muttered all sorts of curses under her breath. She hoped he heard her.
But there was another mirror in the bathroom as well.
She closed her eyes as she brushed her teeth, cleaning off his germs out of her mouth. She wanted all of him off, it was just ridiculous how unwanted and unworthy her made her feel. She finished brushing and stalked off to her room. Then she just stood. She stood and stared at the mess on her floor. Laila picked and pecked at the pile curiously, her ears perking in all sorts of directions.
"That's quite a mess you've made there."
She wiped her eyes, and barely sobbed," I don't care. The damn robots can clean it up. I don't care."
She turned swiftly and walked past him through the doorway. She plopped on the couch, the opposite side of where they encountered each other. She heard his calm, slow footsteps behind the couch as she angrily started off into nothingness. He took her hair in his hands and started to shuffle it around, running his hands through it. She didn't protest.
" I'm sorry...I really am, Bulma. You must know that...I mean, I'm no genius, but I'm sure that it is not necessary to crack your mirror in a trillion pieces on your bedroom floor."
"Then...what is?"
"What is what?"
"What is necessary in this situation?"
"...Well. Not really anything-"
"Why! Why not? I feel hurt and rejected and all you can say is that it's not fucking NECESSARY!" She had turned around now, her fiery turquoise eyes piercing into his soft chocolate ones. He gulped aloud. He was apparently pressured.
"Bulma...Don't you think you're being just a tad bit irrational about it? I mean, maybe you should get some sleep-"
"Maybe you should get some help! Last time I checked, telling a girl you can't make love to her doesn't exactly mean you like her, now does it?"
"Are you ACTUALLY serious about this, Bulma? You are thirteen. ONE THREE! You have more than seventy years ahead of you to-to discover certain things, okay? Just because I don't think either of us are ready for something as big as that...doesn't mean I don't LIKE you. I'm doing it...because I do...I mean...I really think you are going to regret it, Bulma, I really do," He ended with a much softer tone, making her melt. She knew he was right. But surrendering wasn't her most favorite in the world to do.
"Yeah, but... But still. I wanted to feel the magic, the love. I mean, don't you love me? Don't you even like me, Yamcha?"
"Of course I do. But neither you or me are prepared for...sex. There is still the Virgin Mark you must consider, besides we have a lot of time to do everything, alright? Are we at some sort of understanding?" The sincere look in his eyes was too much for her to say no. But still, she wanted it so badly...
"Yes," She pouted falsely. 'Yes, Bulma. Put some good ole acting o it. That'll get him.'
"Okay, well," He looked back in the direction of her room," I guess you're sleeping with me tonight. We'll clean that up tomorrow. Come on."
As she followed him she couldn't help but smirk. These next five weeks would be ones to definitely remember...
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: Planet Germonia
He wasn't truly sure of what to do when it came to Avedra. He had known her for years, but he had no idea what was happening to her. One minute she was the smug equivalent to himself, the next she was a desperate child. She was too reliant on affection, which was something he knew he was not capable of. So how could the relationship work when she desired it to be symbiotic, and he didn't even want the relationship at all.
The feelings between the two were something he was not willing to dwell on, or even let cross his mind. Yes, he would visit her occasionally when he had nothing better to do, but he wasn't crawling to her for something to feel. That would have been phenomenal, to have someone actually make him feel something, but he knew she was incapable. She was too...clingy, too soft for him. He wanted something he could easliy adjust to, someone who reminded him of his own kind.
Not to say that he even wanted anyone at his side; females weren't exactly the most trustworthy beings of the galaxy. They lied, cheated, and stole just as much as males did. But he learned at a young age that certain impediments such as relationships and family were ones to avoid. They only got in the way of things, and they only disrupted the flow of your success. By this, he was certain he'd never attain Super Saiyan form or defeat Frieza if he was to mate with Avedra, or anyone at that matter.
But he would create heirs for his kingdom, without emotions and attachments of course. Those only proved to be bothersome and destructive. Really all they did was the same as women: Impede and disrupt. Using traps and emotions, they would force the male in, and never let him out, controlling every life-changing move he could make. Vegeta would never stand for that, his pride would never tolerate such...degradation. And being the Prince to his race, his reputation couldn't afford that as well.
Being on the planet was bad enough, but to have a female companion of his go from headstrong to fragile was beyond him. She used to make him so proud, so proud to watch her defy her father's wishes and become a fighter, or to watch her fend off kidnappers or assassins without any help whatsoever. She even requested to not have any bodyguards or such because she could fend for herself, she had told them. But now...Now it was all about remembering and crying over lost dreams.
That was why he was leaving. Leaving the emotional disaster that he could feel was about to happen. She would most likely go overboard and into the depths of insanity, where then she would blame him for all of time that had past and all the affection she had missed in her childhood. She would blame him for everything then eventually kill herself and it'd be a big mess and he didn't care enough to bother. And that was the truth.
"Sir." His head snapped up to see one of the officials from the Germonia flight station. He had a worried look on him.
"What now?"
" Frieza has contacted us. He says he knows you are on the planet and he will arrive in approximately ten hours minimum."
"You're fucking joking," Vegeta said grimly as he stomped out of the room and through the well-lit corridors. He turned and was in the flight station in no time. Every official there lanced at him with fear in their eyes, and not necessarily from his presnce either.
Vegeta looked down at the radar, displaying a large red dot in the far right corner, slowly approaching the core of the screen. He cursed under his breath and headed towards the door.
"Sir, what will you do?"
"Prepare my Spacepod immediately, we will depart in four hours." He said before turning and stalking down the halls, his mind whirling around and around the words of departure he was going to say to her.
Enter: Princess Avedra /Location: Bedroom
Images of him and the memories, the touches, they all ran through her mind like a broken tape. Just to look at him, when she saw him she saw destiny, fate. She only wanted him, even for a short moment. Just to feel herself pressed to him would suffice for heaven. Yes, she had done exactly what she was afraid of. She had fallen in love with him.
When she had gotten wind of Frieza arriving, she anticipated the worst. She knew he was to leave abruptly, and being who he was, she didn't expect a farewell. She went over to her dresser, and glanced at the mirror before pulling out a large, amethyst jewel hanging on a silver chain. She held on to the top of the chain as the amethyst teardrop twirled in the air. Her eyes shimmered with it as the memory flew softly in her mind once more...
"You and your memoirs. How ironic...You should be practicing with a sword instead, Avedra."
She didn't have to turn. She knew who it was. A small graced her lips as her eyes swept up to the mirror, gazing at him through the hazy reflection as if she were dreaming. As she was setting the necklace down, he came behind her and swept it up with his fingers, holding it up to his view. He smirked as he went behind her. Setting aside her long, scarlet hair, he attached the necklace together. She let down her auburn hair, and glancing from the necklace to him, she smiled fully, her violet eyes glittering in the light.
"I must leave soon. Freiza is on his way-" He was cut off by her fingertips lighting halting his lips from moving any further, then mouthed the words, 'I know', as she walked toward her bed. He crossed his arms and put on a micheivious gaze on her as she laid back provactively. She couldn't help but grin; it was starting to progress into something she'd thought never happen.
He certainly saved the best for last, however.
He walked toward the bed slowly, and instead of joining her, he stood next to the bed. She gave him a questioning stare.
"Perhaps...I should leave now," His voice trailed off challengingly, his peer expectant and stoic. Her expression turned worriesome, but then she caught on and gave him a smug look.
"Perhaps you should, Prince...," She challenged just as emotionless. That's when the prince prowled onto the bed, grabbing her legs and pulling her to him, her eyes piercing into his. He tipped her chin up to face him directly.
"Would you like me to?" He retorted in a husky half-whisper. She shook her head slightly before he dove in, giving a deep, firm kiss as he felt her melt in his arms. Then he finally saw it...That crazy, mischeivious Avedra that should have never left in the first place...
He could easily tell by the tweak of excitement and danger in her azure eyes. She clung to him as if she were falling and ran her finger along his jawline. She smirked as she brought her hand lower, down his chest and lower abdomen. Her eyes bolted to his with a daring streak.
"Dare me?" Her eyebrow rose and he gave her another provocating look as he narrowed his eyes. He took her and was on top of her before she could react at all. The look of surpirse on her face faded when she brought her lips to his, bringing out this strange excitement Vegeta had never encountered before. And he enjoyed it.
"You and I both know this will be quick. No attachments, no bonds, nothing. This fire can only last so long..." She said to him as he planted small kisses down her neck and to her chest, slowly entering the borderline of her breasts.
"My thoughts exactly..." He agreed between kisses, her moan echoing in his mind for what seemed like eternity.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: CC
The night went very smoothly, at least for her. She couldn't help but feel secure and warm in his arms when they were wrapped around her waist like that. In fact, it gave her chills to even think about it. It was just like in the books, television, and movies. The sparks were just flying!
Now all she had to do was put her intelligence to good use...and create the perfect seduction the world has ever encountered.
She tried ever so hard to fall asleep, but with all of the idea flooding her head, it became the most difficult task to do. But she felt uncomfortable figiting around under Yamcha's sleepng grip. So, not wanting to wake him, she willed her self to a blissful and warm slumber.
Wuh oh! Bulma's going to seduce someone at thirteen years old too! God, I was freaking studying and watching TV when I was thirteen, not seducing boys. Okay, now who agrees with me that Bulma has gone a little overboard with this romantic stuff? Ugh, Danielle Steel is just NOT for her eyes to read. She shouldn't be reading any love novels for that matter. Bleck.
Next Chapita: Uhhhh...I THINK that something cool will happen. You'll just have to wait and see...
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