Reviews! Reviews! Reviews! Please, I am thankful for what I have, but I need MORE! Yes, yes, yes. So please, don't let my friend Yuna(Inu-Obbsessed)get more than me, ppl! Anyway, sorry bout the longass delay. I was just preparing my other fics.
Rating For This Chappitie: Uhh, PG-13, language, some sensuality, blah blah blah.
Disclaimer:Not mine, not yours, end of story.
Dude: Thanks to you ppl who actually voted for the summariez I had up in chapter fourteen. But since only one person voted for it, and about sven of you reviewed it, it makes me wonder if you guys even read before you review...Hm. But anyway, I do have a new one out there, and I'd appreciate it if you guys went over to see that one too. Pweeze.
And to the person who said Bulma was too sex craved or whatever, um yeah, I guess I went a little far, but she's only wanting what she sees on television and everything. Her life is that boring and useless that she must have some kind of reality in there, which is what she sees in books and stuff.
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Enter: Princess Avedra/Location: Bedchambers
When the sun coming through her window curtains greeted her eyes, she felt a strange, bittersweet finale. Like this was the end, and she had no time to prepare or grieve it. Now all she had to do was get over it, and survive the battles that were to come in the aftermath.
The battles with herself.
Of course, there would always be the haunting memories, the occasional breakdowns, and the inevitable tears due to the gap left in her soul due to him leaving her, abandoning her in the worst time of her life. He was her rock, her sheild, he held the part of her soul that she had dropped in the hole of adolescence, he held the part her soul that she had lost in the sea of her insecurites and fears. He was a part of her that would live on forever.
And would be in the arms that he would put around another blessed woman.
She wouldn't be able to take it. To think of another woman having him inside of her, underneath her veins, it would be blasphemy to her strong, ferocious obsession with him. Her memorization of him would live on forever, even after she died. Her strong bond with him would never be forgotten by her, but one she would also comprehend is his bond with her. It didn't exist.
And perhaps one day, she would find him again, and have him with her, not only in her heart and mind, but by her side forever.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: CC
She woke up that morning refreshed, but a little uncomfortable due to the strong arm around her. A malicious smirk appeared on her face. She couldn't believe he was opening up to her so fast. He didn't even notice.
She gently picked up his arm of muscles, which she was particularily fond of, and squirmed out from under it. She was surprised that he hadn't undressed her. She felt a little disappointed, but she headed for the showers anyway. A ticking filled the hallway as she looked at its source, the cat clock on the wall. It read ten 'til nine, which was like four in the morning to Bulma. But since it was a new sorta thing, she decided to stay awake anyway.
After her shower she she looked into her housemate's bedroom, his bed still occupied by himself. She rolled her eyes, knowing how lazy Yamcha could be. She went back to her room and changed into some clothes as well as dried her hair. A frown appeared on her lips when she noticed how long it was getting. It was time for a new 'do.
She sighed. She had nothing to do besides eat and she didn't want to raid the kitchen since she was on a diet. She decided then that video games would suffice.
For what seemed like years, a few hours went by and she decided to go out. Yamcha was still fast asleep, so she left a note on his hand while grinning like a devil, then left the house that harbored the most boredom in the world.
So, her plan was to just focus on getting a new style, maybe even a makeover, and shop for things that would help her in her plan to seduce her hunky housemate. She desperately wished that damn scar would disappear, it only worsened the situation. But there was nothing she could do except every other option available. Body washes, fragrances, hair sprays, anything that would improve her look she was willing to purchase. But there was one thing on her mind when it came to her plan...
Lingerie.
It held the very essence of what sexuality and sensuality existed for, to perk up the man's senses and finally get the picture in his mind that SHE was the curvacious angel he was looking for. That he could only see her like this, as a beautiful, desirable beauty, unique and exquisite in every way possible.
Because she really was like that.
When the whole rest of the group didn't piss her off.
Which was rare, making it difficult to show her true sex appeal to her beloved hunk. Not that she wanted to in front of them. It was just that when he saw her, she was always around them, which made her angry and put a wall up on her beauty.
Not cool.
But NOW, he was living with her and without those pigs in her way of revealing to him...everything.
She wanted bedazzlement, fire, passion, heat-everything that the grownups were used to in those movies, the R-rated ones where all they saw was the sexual side of the sub-character. That's who she was. She and Yamcha were in a story, a movie in which they both starred in and she had a goal of getting him with her bait-her body.
But she didn't want to get irrational, she only wished to plan about this cunningly and cleverly.
Yet only time would tell if she could win him over.
But what Bulma Briefs did not consider, was Yamcha's last words to her about her being ready...
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: SpacePod
Bedding with the princess felt like more a duty than anything, though it wasn't his first time he had engaged in such activity. He really didn't know why he had agreed to help her like, or surrender more like it, but he really didn't care. More than anything, he felt like forgetting everything that had happened in the period of time that he had known her. He guessed that it was because she had just barely touched upon his weaknesses. But he wanted to ponder it no more, he wanted to just forget it all.
It reminded him of when his father had perished, his identity and accomplishments installed into the Prince's memory. He scoffed at the thought of his father's accomplishments; the only thing his father acheived was bringing down his own planet with his own ignorance.
But it related to Avedra because it made Vegeta want to erase every trace of memory or familiarity that had to do with her, just like when his father died. He only wanted to forget. The weakness and fragility that came with the regret and loss and pain just wasn't worth it.
He didn't know where he would go now. Going back to Frieza was now out of the question, and going back to Avedra would only be disastrous. Perhaps he would just soar through space the rest of his life. He didn't know. All he could do now was wait until something came up.
He decided the nearest planet would do, it really didn't matter to him anymore. All he felt like doing was training and meditating.
Being alone would have to suffice to make up for the time he had lost from the past occurences, and time was what it would take for him to forgive himself of all of it, even as he clutched onto the azure necklace in his firm hand.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: CC
"Oooh, yeah. This is perfection at its best, baby," Bulma declared in a throaty voice as she poured the soft pink champagne into the glass, which was reflecting her candy red corset and garder belt, as well as her black laced net-tights. Boy, was she a knockout tonight. She would have to thank her father triple time for the champagne, and the money to get all of this.
Being so damn sexy wasn't cheap.
She giggled as that echoed in her perverse mind while she practically skipped to the bathroom, checking her reflection in the mirror for the twentieth time in a row. She adjusted her top and fixed her shiny gloss as well as powdered her nose. If only he would hurry. If only he were psychic to see what was waiting ever so patiently for him to come home. If only...
If only she felt ready.
Still, even after all of the glitz and glamour she had set up and purchased, she felt like she was climbing over a milestone that was too high for her to reach yet. Her virginity had never of course been a big deal, but sex was. Something she had never done before and something she knew little about, the entire scenario seemed...harmful.
But she just shrugged, pushing every doubt aside. She hummed a tune while getting out of the bathroom and striding down the hall like the 70's sex pots of that generation. She had seen the movies, she knew exactly what she looked like and what she was doing. And she'd be damned if it all went to waste.
'I mean...who the hell could resist alcohol and lust? The two just go so hand-in-hand together, it's a phenomenon! Good Kami, I am such a genius sometimes...' She thought gluttonously before hearing...
The door clicking open.
Her heart froze, and suddenly all of the confidence and self-assurance had dissolved inside of her. Instead, she felt humiliation and anxiety. Would shge go along with it? Could she revive her lost confidence?
Of course she would.
She was Bulma Briefs.
Kami damn.
She slowly and carefully tip-toed to the bedroom, where the champagne was waiting, She expected him to call out her name and she would purr for him to come to her lustfully lit bedroom. Where the scent of strawberries shamelessly roamed and the brightness evaded, careful not to invade or intrude on the lovers' paradise.
"Bulma! Are you home?"
"Ye-Cack!"
Ugh. The champagne tasted terrible, almost as terrible as her voice sounded.
"Um. I meant, I'm in the bedroom, dear...I've been-keh-waiting for you...keh."
"Dear...?" Yamcha trailed off as he walked to the bedroom, curiousity swimming through him. But that slowly vanished when he caught sight of the nearly unfamiliar beauty infront of him.
She looked gorgeous.
But it was his housemate, his thirteen-year-old housemate.
He couldn't help but feel himself harden at the sight before him and her sensual smirk didn't help anything. His entire body froze; he had no idea what to do, really. Then she got up from her seated position and strode towards a small end table holding a champagne bottle, along with some glasses. She poured the alcohol into each glass with a look of contentment on her face. She handed one to him, but he didn't move, so she shrugged and put it down, taking a swig of her own glass.
A nearly painful wince formed on her face, but she swiftly shook her head a little and swallowed, a gasp escaping her lips from the difficult taste. Her illuminous eyes bolted to his and a girlish smile took place on her mouth.
"Don't you want some, Yamcha?"
Somehow he had now found some movement in his eyes as he closed them, taking a deep breath in and out. When they opened, he put a hand on her shoulder, his eyes drifting to her chest but then bolted right back up. It was too late anyway though; she had caught the motion.
"Look, Bulma. I know you really want to grow up fast right now, and I know you feel that your life is incredibly boring, but...I just don't think you've thought this through enough. I mean, what if you aren't ready-"
"I am ready! Would you just shut up about that? I know I'm ready, would I set all of this up and go through all of this trouble if I wasn't!"
He then stood up straight, his expression calm and sober as he softly and solemnly nodded his head, Bulma's heart icing over in a bittersweet second.
"Oh really? Well, fine then. I suppose I'll do what everybody else is doing nowadays and get the hell. Drunk," She swiftly picked up the bottle and approached the door. But Yamcha's intervening hand swooped out and clutched the bottle, giving her no choice but to hand it over to him., but with a death glare. She nonetheless stalked out of the room, went into her own, and pulled a tee shirt and sweatpants over her voluptuous costume.
He flinched when he heard the door slam, demonstrating her thunderous rage.
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: Unknown
The food was scarce, but the climate and tranquility of the environment made up for it. The planet's features were instantly satisfying to his training requirements and he felt a sort of fondness for the habitat, as much as he'd let himself. Dwelling thoughts and frets of the past and future, of enemies and weaknesses were all far, far away from him as he very naturally and easily blended and camaflouged within his new sanctuary.
Then again, there were always the dreams, rarely nightmares, that brought up hidden matters that were before buried deep in his mind. Such as the death of Zarbon, and that girl. That girl that had nearly convinced him that Saiyans did have blue hair. He subconsciously wondered where she was at the moment, but halted any further focus on such an irrelevant matter. Instead, he focused his energy into his meditation and instinctive skills, ascending to improve his intuition skills as well.
He could easily tell that the planet harbored no other existence or species other than himself and a few exotic creatures. The smells were unmarked, as were the plants and soil. A smirk of triumph kicked up his lips when he realized that this was his planet, not by inheritance and not by conquering, just by origin. He was the first leader, and he was convinced he would be the last.
Safety was not an issue either with the Prince. Since there was no leader or specified race, the planet would not be marked or counted in the bureau of the solar system it belonged to, meaning since no one ruled it, no one cared. But even if he did calim possession of the planet, he would not advertise or broadcast his newfound ruling, it would simply attract too many other races and he didn't care enough for the mess. And Frieza would be a whole other issue...
And so, the ritualistic days became ritualistic months and those became ritualistic years, eventually. But long ones at that. Still, memories and still frames floated through his momentarily tamed mind and the dreams and nightmares still invaded his ever inturded upon rest. And as his age climbed, his wisdom and internal discovery increased as well, preparing him for both the expected and unexpected obstacles to come.
Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: CC
When she walked back into the dimlit house, her mind was a blurry cloud of foggy fatigue as everything around her was swirling and swirling, round and round...
She didn't get drunk off some beggar's bag of liquor, nor did she get a hit from a highschool druggie. It was just thinking about...too much lately. That was her problem. She was trying too hard and was biting off more than she could chew. Right now, all she wanted was slumber.
She walked into the bathroom, performing her nightly ritual of skin care products and teeth cleansing, then stalked into her bedroom. Mumbling incoherent curses under her breath, she walked back out and into the kitchen to get a water for the morning.
She nearly shrieked when she felt a hand come forward and clutch her shoulder. A click echoed in the kitchen, the lights bolting on, revealing his soft expression and his melting eyes. She turned her head away, unwanted memories afloat in her mind.
"I don't want you to hate me. But I don't want you to love me. At least not right now, alright? I am not ready for any kind of relationship right now, not the romantic kind. I don't have any clue of how to be a-a boyfriend or a beau, or whatever they are now...But what I do want...is your friendship Bulma. Can you give me that?"
Her eyes drifted up to his, a deathly haze over them, making her seem empty,"I'm going to tell you the truth, Yamcha.
"My life is not exciting. Nothing extraordinary happens, but right now, I am involved in an almost magical circumstance. Something I have waited and wished for all my childhood. All I have ever wanted was to feel that magic, that affection. Sure, art imitates life, therefore movies and books are not reality. But just once...I would like something real to happen, without all of the glitz and glamour, but with truth and beauty and just natural essence to it. But I guess...I guess fate really did me in on that one, huh Yamcha...?"
Bittersweet symphonies followed her through the halls to her bedroom with a painful euphoria as she realized that what she just did would never sink in until something really regrettable happened.
But for Bulma Briefs, a lovesick heiress with a strong desire for only romance and affection, time would only tell.
Okeeeeeee! I hope you guys liked it. Now, I just wanna warn you guys that the next chappie will happen at least five or six years later, okay? I'm not totally sure, but I wanna wrap this up. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think about the charcter developments and the future time changes, etc etc. I really love hearing an opinion about a specific topic of the story.
Next Time: Prepare for yet another skip over time and another encounter involving a devilishly attractive Prince and a sucker-for-love Inventor when we watch as the endeavor for the dragonballs continue!
Well, actually Earth is blown up-SORTA!
...Did I scare you? Gomen.
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The Azure Angel and the Turquoise Temptress.
It's about Bra and she was sent into space as a toddler and then she goes to this pirate school and becomes a space pirate, but what happens when she confuses reputation with identity?
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