Everything Went Wrong

Chapter 9

Bulma hesitated when she saw the small jets of light burst across the sky. She found herself still glued to her position on the ground even after the Ginyu Force had been long gone, half expecting that if she moved they would return. She held her breath for no apparent reason before finally giving in and heaving out in relief. She sat back on her hands and let out a startled squeak when they touched something warm. Turning her head she saw the still form of Vegeta chest down. Smoke was still billowing from his back emitting the rancid stench of melted flesh and whatever material was used to make his armor.

'Is he dead?' Her blue eyes stared, and one of her dainty fingers rose to poke at the body curiously. A groan came from deep within his chest at her offensive prodding and Bulma pulled her finger away hastily, slipping back a few inches in caution. He shifted slightly, groaned in pain once again, but then fell back into the still position he had before. Bulma let out another sigh in relief.

A triumphant smile curved its way onto her face and Bulma stood up, head held high. Ginyu had left, and it was safe to say Vegeta was out of commission which left her wide open for a getaway. Steering herself over to the corner, she let her smile broaden.

Bulma reached into her pocket, pulling out her handy capsules, trying to adjust the bulge under her shirt. 'But it doesn't have to be like that anymore.' The little voice in her head said. Grinning, Bulma pulled the ball from her shirt. It easily popped out. A large rip in the seam let it fall out with just a simple tap. Having selected her personal favorite product from her capsules, the airbike, Bulma shifted herself onto the padded seat, set the Dragonball in the basket attachment on the rear, and turned the key. A sigh left her lips as the engine purred like a spoiled kitten. Her foot pressed against the breaks just as she heard another painful gasp coming from Vegeta.

Her eyes flashed over to him, and she felt a pang of sympathy reach out at her and snatch her. Could she really leave him to die like this? Bulma rolled her eyes and revved the engine. Of course she could, he was a mad killer who had kidnapped her and treated her like a possession, and would have ultimately killed her in the end anyway after he got what he wanted.

Her smile faded when her memory recalled the time he had rescued her. He had…saved her life and then took a blow for her…and now she was going to let him die. Her blue eyes darkened slightly as she looked upon him, a well of guilt filtering through her conscious.

He was the enemy, she shouldn't even be concerning herself with him. Bulma reminded herself, yet it did little to appease the nagging sensation of guilt burning inside her. Bulma was always a kind person. She might get angry easily, scream at her friends and occasionally go on a murderous rampage with her AK – 27 on them, but she would never be as cruel as let someone die or suffer if she could have helped them.

Bulma closed her eyes, trying to erase the image of Vegeta helpless on the ground. Looking at him made her doubt herself, and Bulma Briefs never doubted herself. Her mind and her heart were at war. Common sense told her to leave his sorry carcass there for the buzzards to devour and get as far away as she possibly can, but her good nature told her she couldn't just leave him there to die.

That one moment when he had saved her, and she had touched his cheek, when their eyes met. That look in his eyes… She found herself once again drowning in his eyes at the memory. His face had softened in the slightest, and behind his confusion she found herself being swallowed alive by his consuming gaze. Bulma found her face turn hot and looked away. Why had he looked at her like that? What had that meant? Why did he save her?

Bulma sighed and turned off her engine. She could hear her mind roaring and throwing insults at her for doing the kind, yet stupid choice. Her heart offered her no comfort other then skipping a beat slightly when she approached Vegeta. She felt a form of betrayal from it, she was doing what it told her and all she got was her brain calling her an idiot.

'I'm only doing this because you saved my life, you bastard.' She squared herself and leaned over Vegeta. 'Just patch up his wounds, then leave. That's all.' The man was knocked out cold. Cursing herself and her damn heart, Bulma hefted one of his large arms over her shoulders, trying to move him. He groaned and Bulma froze. She looked down to her now flat stomach, and then shifted nervous eyes towards the unconscious Saiyan. It would be all over for her if he saw her like this.

She grit her teeth and said a silent prayer, but he didn't lift an eye. She heaved, but found she could not lift him. 'Figures.' She mumbled at her stupidity. The man was muscle-bound; he probably was close to two-hundred and thirty pounds. She began to pull away from him when she felt Vegeta shift. Her eyes widened in panic as the arm she placed over her shoulders pulled her against him.

Bulma forgot how to breathe when she felt the heat of his breath fan her neck. He was mumbling something unintelligible and slowly began to nuzzle into her neck. Her body felt like it had turned to jelly in his hold, her fear mixed with shock and confusion rendering her immobile and making her feel like a trapped mouse in the hands of a very hungry cat. The arm around her shoulders was strong, she knew even with out trying she could not break free. She tried still, squirming slightly to try and loosen his grip on her, but he only seemed to hold her tighter against him. He groaned once again, but it wasn't from pain. She felt him nuzzle her neck again before inhaling deeply, and her eyes grew wide as saucers when she felt something hard press against her thigh.

'Okay, time to get the fuck out of here.' Bulma's panicked mind finally kicked into gear and she began to struggle harder. Unconscious or not he was scaring the hell out of her. He mumbled something, growled when he felt her pull from him, and she stiffened slightly at the thought of him waking up and seeing what was going on. Bulma looked down at her slender stomach. She gulped; and seeing how "pregnant" she really was.

When he didn't move or mumble any more, Bulma tried her luck again to get his meaty arm off of her. Bending her knee, she dug it in the soil and pushed herself up. His body moved with hers, his arm, still locked tightly around her shoulders, pinning her face in the crook of his neck. Her back gave out from the burden of his weight and eventually they both tumbled to the ground again. This time Vegeta landed flat on his back and she landed with a thud against his chest plate, her lips slipped against his cheek. He gasped loudly from the sudden pain and his eyes opened.

Bulma's whole body stiffened as she watched the Saiyan's groggy eyes fight desperately to maintain consciousness. Her heart rose into her throat in panic when she noticed their compromising position. 'The Dragonball!' Her mind screamed, and she took a fleeting look down at her flat stomach. His teeth clenched together in pain as he rose his head. His eyes searched confusedly around him, before they landed groggily on her.

"Wo-woman…?" He croaked out.

She couldn't bring herself to respond, only stare at him in horror.

However, good fortune was with her that day, because once again, the pain seemed too much for even the great Vegeta to bear, and he collapsed back onto the ground, his arm hanging loosely on her shoulders. Bulma held her breath again, hoping to god that he wouldn't wake up again. Carefully she removed his arm from her and jumped off him like he was the black plague. She pushed her back against a nearby rock, her sapphire eyes wide and her heart beat still refusing to slow down.

That was entirely too close. Bulma's heart raced, unable to get her mind to focus properly on what had just transpired.

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The five figures knelt upon the ground, heads obediently lowered to stare at their uniformed boots. The striking glare of sunlight bounced off the large sphere of orange that rested before them. The lone person sitting before the other members eyed the ball and the men all while one talon finger scratched a pasty chin. Crimson eyes studied the ball curiously, a hint of amusement flickering through their bloodied depth. The creature shifted his eyes back onto the five men, locking selectively on the leader.

"A girl, you said?" His voice hinted amusement.

The purple head of Ginyu rose and nodded. His black pupils followed how his master's eyes shifted back to the ball. Idly the red eyes moved back onto him and his men. He did not miss the hint of hilarity that tugged at the corners of his liege's lips and lit up his eyes.

"Yes, this is definitely interesting news indeed." The vile inkwell smirk finally appeared on his pale face. "And where do you suppose Vegeta had picked up this girl?"

"We believe that he obtained her from the Planet Earth, Master." Ginyu sung obediently.

"An earthling?" His clawed finger tapped his pinkish cheek. "Interesting indeed."

"That is not all Master. We also know she has conceived."

"Are you certain Ginyu?"

Ginyu nodded his head again. "Yes. Me and my men all witnessed it ourselves. Vegeta was extremely protective of her."

The dark lips pulled into a tighter smirk. "My, I do think things are finally starting to come out in my favor."

"Sire?"

A small cracked laugh. "Who would have thought, Vegeta finding himself a woman. I do believe this is a first." The laughter grew harsher. "And where is the girl now?"

A sudden wave of nervousness assaulted him. "Well…you see sire, we left her there once we…took care of Vegeta."

A frown bent on their master's face. "And you didn't think it would have been ideal to bring her to me?"

"Well sire, we didn't think she would have any value to us--you, and we took their Dragonball so, my lord, as to not inconvenience ourselves or you we…."

The master's head shook back and forth. "Yet again Ginyu your stupidity amazes me." The pale tail resting against the back of his chair twitched and began to swing slightly.

"That girl is obviously dear to Vegeta. An asset like that could be invaluable to us. Did you not think about that Captain Ginyu?" The chair moved closer to him and Ginyu started to feel sweat gathering at the corners of his temples.

"Forgive me Master Freeza." Ginyu stumbled over his words, hoping to appease his master before it cost him his life. "I wasn't thinking…"

"You never do." Freeza frowned sharply. "That girl must hold some purpose here. I doubt Vegeta would have brought her along if otherwise. He may be a monkey, but he's not completely brainless."

The hover chair backed up slightly, causing Ginyu to unconsciously let out the breath he was holding.

"I want you to bring her to me. She could prove to be an important tool as to how to deal with Vegeta. Make sure she is unharmed."

"Yes Lord Freeza, right away. We won't fail you." Ginyu stood up straight and saluted, his men followed his example.

"See that you don't Captain."