MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
Hello people!! Here is a new chapter and I hope so far you are having fun with the story. I dont own Dragong Ball (would like to, specially owning Vegeta).
I go around a time or two…
After getting a long bath, suitable clothes for a lady and a proper meal up to the quantities that a Saiyan stomach considered acceptable, Bulma felt more alive than ever. She noticed that the King had seen that many preparations were taken for her. She had a huge room with an equally humongous bed draped with luxurious sky blue blankets, covers and cushions, all in the best silk available. Three girls were assigned to be her servants and piles of dresses and clothes were waiting for her, from complicated dresses from other planets to the simple saiyan spandex suits for training. When she got ready, the King came back for her and sat down with her in a table covered with the most succulent foods available in the planet. He had taken special interest in the story of the attack and how she escaped. Despite his talk, Bulma was aware that much more was thought than said from him. Not that she minded that much, because after all, she was just some peasant girl fallen from the sky.
--Why are you doing so much for me?—she blurted out of nowhere after a mouthful of some delicious looking and smelling slice of meat.
--Because you are important—he retorted, after sipping from a red wine glass. Bulma stared back.—Not everyday a saiyan girl escapes by herself a whole squad sent by the lizard. You are strong and…--he gave her a sly smirk--…you and my son have issues to deal with…--The answer seemed to placate her curiosity for a while.
--I don't want to stay here as a freeloader—she said after a while—I´m a scientist and I can learn far more now that I´m able to have contact with other people, so please, your Highness, let me be of service—
--If it's what you want, that you´ll have child—answered the King with a satisfied expression. Inwardly, he was admiring her strength of will, her need to do something useful and fulfilling, something of her own. Not many women carried that within them, and those qualities were perfect for a queen.—Though I´ve just seen what you did with the space pod, I know you have far more potential. It would come in hand now that the lizard is beginning to stir and threat us…
--I heard that before from Vegeta—she said in a worried tone—Are things even worse? I mean, so many years had passed since he told me of the problems…
The King stared without emotion into the eyes of the possible next queen of Vegeta sei and back in his mind wondered if the girl would understand what he had been thinking lately about the lizard´s advances, about the instability of the borders of the empire and of the terror that came upon those who knew a confrontation would soon take place…
--I see…--murmured Bulma and with that she set the cutlery apart, signaling that she was finished, three quarters of the contents in the many platters gone. She stood up proudly and stared directly into the old man eyes.
--All the more reason for me to train and invent things that can help this planet crush Lord Frieza—she said calmly. However, her tail was twisting quite excitedly behind her.
--Those are the words of a warrior, Bulma—retorted the King.
--Who said that I wasn't?—she said with a gentle smile—I survived all these years alone and I know there is Saiyan blood running in my veins… I need challenges, I need fight, but more than everything, I need freedom, your Highness—she seemed so sure of her words that the King was actually impressed. She lacked the fiery bloodlust that most Saiyans had; instead, she carried a different desire,
one that was far stronger than the common warrior's instinct. She was a free soul, one that couldn't stand any form of enslavement, not for herself neither for those within the reach of her power.
--It seems good for me—he concluded—However, I haven't seen just how powerful you can be. I guess Vegeta would make a better assessment of your strength since he is the most powerful warrior we have around…
--Vegeta is?—she giggled—Good!! I wonder if I can still beat him in speed as before…
--You beat him in speed?—He said while he walked with her towards the Prince personal training room—That´s quite remarkable…
--Do you think?—she asked smiling like a little girl receiving a flattering comment. Her cheeks blushing with the memory of what she did back when she showed him that she was faster than him…
When they arrived to the training grounds, Bulma found something very familiar; a whole gigantic room had been conditioned as a version of her Gravity Room, special metals covering the entire surface of the room; then she realized Vegeta had taken the idea from the time he stayed with her.
--This is…
--A gravity room. I know. The jerk took the idea from me…--she said with a hint of bitterness in her voice—How many atmospheres can this version stand?
--Up to one thousand—informed the King with a very confident and proud expression—Though I know by reports that Vegeta has been able to train until eight hundred…
--Just that?—she marveled—Jeez, what a waste of resources…
--What do you mean?—the King asked while one of his eyebrows went higher than the other one; Bulma found that very funny and couldn't resist the urge to giggle like a little girl with an interesting surprise under her sleeve.
--I upgraded my own Gravity Room five years ago…--she winked and her tail was flickering very excitedly—It can go up to 2000 atmospheres… But I guess a bit of a demonstration would be better for you and the Prince to understand what I mean…
--Are you saying that you are stronger than my son?—the King retorted. She shook her head.
--I don't think so. Vegeta was always stronger than me and I guess that is just the same even if he trains at a lower level than me. However, he will never beat me in speed if he had only been able to reach to the point you tell me…
The King was utterly surprised. Maybe the blue haired woman wasn't that far from reaching super Saiyan if what she hinted was true, maybe those hints she was throwing would be the key for a match in which she could beat Vegeta and win over the two last requests. It would be funny to see a woman like her actually making the impossible conditions his brat had stated coming true.
--Sir, I would like to stay alone with him for a while—she said noticing the sudden silence engulfing them as they neared the training room. The King just nodded and left her in the entrance of the Gravity Room. He had a whole empire to run after all, and important issues were expecting him. Not that finding a suitable mate up for the high standards of his stupid Heir was a minor task, but if he wanted something to actually happen, it wouldn't be a bad idea to leave them alone…
Bulma stared at the scene beyond the glass. There he was, working out his fury against all kinds of droids and holograms, simulating a battle at seven hundred atmospheres of pressure. He had received already a couple of injuries but seemed determined to go on for many more hours, maybe days even. Bulma appreciated the way he moved, her eyes darting all around, easily following his movements and admiring his fluidity, his grace, the way he strategized his punches and blasts. She recognized that Vegeta wasn't leaving the droids to attack him randomly, that he had improved vastly in the years that she hadn't seen him.
And he had grown as well… After some minutes observing him silently, her mind became aware of how…well…his body had developed from a chubby looking eleven years child to a muscled and toned man of…how much should it be? If her calculations were right, eighteen years had passed since that time they shared together… So by now, Vegeta should be around twenty nine years old…
Bulma glued her gaze to his body for a moment and forgot everything around. The way he jumped, moved, attacked and landed…His face, the determination in his black eyes…All of him was like a flame…all of him exuded confidence and power…masculinity… And then she remembered the dream…the way his hands had felt over her skin, his body over hers and the touch of his skin…the same one that was glistening with sweat from his training…A sudden emotion rippled through her entire body, something she had never felt consciously…And the more she stared to him, the more her mind imagined how would be to be beneath him, enveloped in his arms and the sensation of her hands running through that flame like hair of him, the more that sensation overwhelmed her…The more her body felt something was missing.
No…she moaned for herself and closed her eyes…she couldn't feel anything for him. No matter how much she liked him, no matter the strong way her own mind was telling her that no other man in this universe was better for her than him… Because she could feel, and give free way to her feelings and emotions, but knew perfectly well he wasn't the kind of person to ever show any emotion other than anger and annoyance. It would be the stupidest thing ever, as stupid as daring Lord Frieza to a fight, knowing full well that she would end up dead. Feeling something for Vegeta would only cause pain, it would be as much as give him her very own life and see how he crushed it with his own hands and she wasn't nearly prepared for something like that. She knocked the door without further hesitation and prepared herself to face him and set things clear between them.
Vegeta tried to dismiss the bothersome pounding in the entrance of the Gravity Room. He wasn't in the mood for anyone, not even for his annoying father.
--Vegeta!!—screeched Bulma at the top of her lungs piercing her own ears in the process—Open the door, Vegeta!!—
The man in question thought very seriously if it wouldn't be better just make himself deaf to her screaming and ignore her. After all, he had done so for many years now… But less than a minute after she began calling, he surrendered. Was there anything noisier than her in the universe?
He commanded the computer to slow down the enormous pressure of the Gravity Room and then went to the entrance, muttering all kinds of curses towards the female population of the planet. He threw the door open and felt his self control slip away in the face of so much anger she provoked in him. Oh… How he wanted to crush her!!
--Shut the hell up woman!!—he began—Don't you see I´m busy!!—
Half of his anger faded away as his eyes took in the sight she was. Gone was the almost naked newcomer and the dripping creature that emerged from the healing tanks a few hours before to yell at him and practically rub in his face his past faults. The woman in front of him was completely different and had nothing to do with the little brat he met so many years back.
She was dressed in some sort of alien fashion. Not the usual spandex suits females used in the planet, neither her tattered clothes from before; her clothes were those of a highly spiritualized planet belonging to the Saiyan Empire…Gaia if his memory wasn't betraying him… It was just some sort of white baggy pants, a white shirt with long sleeves and a rose colored vest adorned just with a band in the waist that actually marked her entire figure giving her a delicate and feminine look most woman didn't had in Vegeta sei. But the most striking thing was her eyes and the way her straight and long hair flowed down in her back… So blue…
--Can I come in?—she asked politely but with a serious expression and that suddenly spell of hers vanished, leaving Prince Vegeta in the face of a girl sporting a more warrior like emotion. She was calmed and somehow, prepared to talk to him, or fight with him if things came down to that point. Her quiet behavior unnerved him and without another word, he gave her passage into the Gravity Room. She stared at the place with a highly relaxed gaze, taking in the enormity of the room.
--This place sure is nice…--she began, trying to sound friendly, despite the dreadful feeling weighing down her—Your technicians are quite good. But I guess I´ll have to take care of upgrades by myself…
--Keep dreaming you bitch…--hissed Vegeta while turning the gravity up to seven hundred atmospheres and inwardly hoping she would crash down. He remembered she could hardly stand two hundred back when he stayed in her planet, but the woman in front of him didn't even flinch at the monstrous pressure. And now she was talking of upgrades? The blue haired woman was taking far too many liberties with his personal refuge.
--Why?—she asked dismissing his insults—Wouldn't you like to have it improved?—
--What I would like would be for you to disappear this instant from my planet—he retorted with pure venom in his words. She just laughed.
--Aww, come on Vegeta!! Why would I go if we haven't had time to play around to remember the old times?—he smirked at that.
--Do you really think you stand a chance against me?—
--I do—she answered looking straight at his eyes, defiance painted all in her face, in the way she stood—Maybe if you actually hit me that would bruise me quite awfully, but that would be if you could hit me, Vegeta…
He was taken aback by the tone of her voice, it seemed so confident…Then, rage overtook him and he leapt towards her, intending to kill her. To hell with everything!! If his father came later whining about her getting killed he would just come out with some excuse. After all, his mate to be couldn't be some weakling; it would have to be a woman with strength enough to survive even his attacks. This bitch couldn't possibly have surpassed him so much after all those years buried in that trash can that she came from.
But for Bulma, his movement was a slow motion, an eternity before he could actually arrive to the spot where she was. She had time to close her eyes and disappear quite a couple of times right in front of him. She even laughed at him. And to Vegeta´s ears, her laughing came from almost every direction surrounding him, his fist landing into thin air. What the fuck!!
--So bad, Vegeta—she said making fun of him—You will never beat me in speed…
She appeared beside him as a sudden blur and gave him a gosthly kiss in the cheek that made the Prince blush. Before he could push her out, she had been long gone and the next thing he felt was her body fully pressed to his back, her hands encircling his chest in a clear teasing action. He turned around just to see her in the entrance of the training room, leaning her back in the wall as if she had been there for all eternity.
--You know, Vegeta…--she said to an almost frightened Prince—I still want to strangle you for stealing my space pod, but more than that, I want you to fight me with your real strength—she stared up directly into his eyes—I never intended to humiliate you back in front of your father, and for that I apologize—she continued—I was just angry because you are always treating me so badly…
--I don't have to treat you nicely, woman—he hissed back, regaining a bit of his self control.
--I know, I´m just some peasant girl and you are the Prince of all Saiyans—she said throwing her hands up as in defeat, as if she considered him to be too stupid to pick up certain concepts—You´ve said that many times before and I never forgot.
--Then why the hell are you here?—
--Because I want to live, because I want to be free—she said with a lively voice—I´ve learned from your father that Lord Frieza is becoming too much of a threat and I want to help in whatever way I can. I guess because the Saiyan´s have way more honor and respect for others than Frieza does… Maybe because I cant bring myself to hate our race even if I have only seen the worst…
--Hey, watch your mouth, you…
--Well, I´m saying too much—she said giggling—But going to the point, I just want you to know that I don't mean to make your life a living hell, Vegeta…--Vegeta´s expression didn't change, but other quarter of his rage to her shattered away.
--I´m happy with what I have now—she said—I promise I wont step in your way, well, maybe in your training room, but you owe me a little since you took the idea from me…Well…--she turned and ordered the computer to slow down the pressure.
--See you tomorrow Vegeta…
She then opened the door and left without a glance back. Leaving a Prince Vegeta to thoughts of her that weren't quite that much directed towards her monstrous speed but of the way feeling her pressed to him had been.