MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Hello guys, sorry for the long time without updates. As I said before, there are a lot of things going on in my life right now and my writting time has suffered a bit. But do not despair because this story will be completed. If I´m not mistaken, there are still four or five chapters to go.

Changing the subject... I need to find a job and I need it for yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!

Just to waste my time on you

Lord Frieza loved red wine… and red tasty liquids… so much that sometimes, when rage overtook him, he would make his victims bleed to death and have their blood poured for him as the most delectable of the juices, a kind that surpassed even those coming from Burgundy sei… Too bad that he couldn't have such kind of treats everyday since that would mean imposing even more terror within his armies.

Oh yes… He was a tyrant. But not specially a stupid one at that. He knew just the perfect degree of terror he had to exert over his slaves and he knew going over a certain limit would only cause problems. He needed them to be afraid of him, not to be desperate to get out of his claws.

He took a small sip of wine and closed his red eyes savoring the strong taste of the liquid. Life could be so amusing… Here he was, sitting in his favorite throne, having his preferred wine and enjoying the view of Sagartha sei, a planet in the very limit of the Saiyan Empire. Soon, he would take on a bigger task than the usual ones. It had been years of preparation, decades of cold war between his empire and that of the Saiyans but it would end soon with him being the only winner, the only ruler.

And to make things even more interesting, he would take some small prizes out of his biggest conquest… He had long ago decided that he liked the idea of having some monkey pets out of the proud Saiyan race and to make them suffer a hell of enslavement. Wiping them away from the universe wasn't enough; they had defied him for far too long and represented the greatest threat to his glory.

Well, he couldn't promise to be able to stay all cool and forgiving, but if his temper allowed, he would love to get a hold of the saiyan prince. He would do a rather amusing pet; one that would put up a huge fight and wouldn't be easily broken. It would take him years to bring him down to his knees and just thinking of the many tortures he could put the monkey boy through was…exhilarating…

He had found out another exotic pet as well, a blue haired saiyan woman that had made a sudden appearance and seemed to have the brains to also become attractive to his eyes. Lord Frieza had many ears and slaves informing him of the Saiyans activities and he knew very well that particular monkey woman was behind the recent increase in power of his enemies. But most importantly, he knew that given enough time, that woman with her intelligence and the brute strength of those monkeys backing her up, would become the true ruler of the universe, even if others ruled by name. He knew he had to act soon and so he would.

--Ve…Vegeta… No more… I can´t take it anymore…Please…

--Woman...

--I´m gonna die… Please, just stop…

Vegeta was blushing deep red. Did that blasted woman know what she looked and sounded like as she lay sprawled in the floor of the Gravity Room, panting and telling him those words in that precise tone of voice? It was almost embarrassing!!

--Shut up woman!—he roared while turning around—After one month you still behave like a weakling!!—She just received more panting sounds as an answer. He turned and blushed even more as he saw her body in all fours and her azure tail waving lazily to the air. How many times had he told her that doing so was not only disrespectful but dangerous when in a battle? She just seemed to be oblivious to some of his words, if not all of them…

--But Vegeta! It´s been more than eight hours of training!!—she managed to whine—I´m tired!! And hungry!!

--You weakling!!—and just then, his stomach decided to rumble his own complaints. He too was starving and tired but there was just no way he would whine in the floor and complain like a baby, just the way she was doing. He heard her giggle at his expense and her tail began swaying around with more strength.

--Put that tail of yours back around your waist woman!—he continued.

--I don't care! I´m tired!—she said while standing up and beginning to walk outside of the room—Shessh! I don't understand how you guys manage to have your tail all day long wrapped and quiet, it's so bothersome and tiring!—

Before letting his own stomach devour itself or worse, proclaiming his hunger for the entire palace, Prince Vegeta strolled out as well; don't misunderstand him, he would never lower himself as to follow someone and certainly not that blasted weakling woman. If they happened to be together at the moment was just because they both had the same goal, training and eating.

Bulma had changed her initial routine and now trained in between breakfast and lunch with him. The early hours she dedicated before to the upgrading of the gravity room were now used in the labs, where she also returned for another hours after their training time. It had been a whole month and to be honest, Vegeta had been feeling the changes from the very first day. Not that he would ever tell her or thank her for them.

Seeing that their abilities had taken such different paths and both were lacking something that the other had, they came to the conclusion that they needed to find a common point where both could deal with the same degree of speed and strength. Before doing so, obviously, they had battered each other and argued as if there was no tomorrow. Bulma was far too fast in comparison with him that just thinking of landing a hit on her was laughable given that he was a snail compared with her; but in return, Vegeta had so much brute force that he sent her flying with the first punch and engraved her body in the floor making a very clear mark. He had to give to her that she hadn't run after that one or worse, died. The King had also made a point telling him that should any "accident" happen to Bulma, he would be so punished for it that not even going to hell would be enough to atone for such sin.

So, after a lot of arguing, they began training together at a common pace and the goal was to slowly become used to each others abilities and assimilate them. Only one month had passed since then and now Vegeta was ten times faster and could train under a thousand atmospheres while Bulma had gotten five times stronger and could actually give him a bruise once in a while. To say things simply, they both were getting better than never before.

Vegeta glanced at the woman walking a bit ahead of him. At this point, he had to admit that he not only desired her, but also enjoyed her company in a different way from any other person. To him, she was annoying as hell and quite insufferable but she was far more bearable than any other Saiyan woman or those blasted female dignitaries that seemed to become rather attached to him. Normally, just glaring at them or making fun of them in his trademark and acidic way was enough to kill all possible intentions of seduction and drive them away. He had discovered, while being still quite young, that women in general were worse than Frieza´s army, if not worse than the lizard itself; a bunch of weaklings specialized in being parasites, always plotting against someone and usually worming their way up by catching some idiot in their claws and taking them to their beds.

Bulma was different and he knew it. In part, because she was far too powerful and intelligent to need such dirty resources, in part because she had spent her whole life alone and was innocent and naïve about many dark sides of life. She was just as her tail, an untamed and genuine woman. She was in many ways, very much like him. Proud, strong willed and short tempered, among many other things.

But she was also highly emotional, something he would never be. For her, it was the easiest thing to express what she thought and felt; if she felt like smiling for no motive she did it, if she felt like talking or running around, she simply did it. If one of these days she felt she needed to cry, she would just do it regardless of who liked it or not. To hell with Saiyan traditions and everything because when it came to her feelings, nothing ruled over her own judgment. She grew up being a free spirit and as one, she never learned to carry masks covering her true intentions from others. She never learned the need to deceive or lie with her demeanor as he had to do...

Vegeta was taken out of his musings by the appearance of his father when they were about to enter the dining room for lunch. The Prince recognized immediately his worried face and guessed something wasn't going very well somewhere in their vast Empire.

--Brats, I need you both in the throne room—was the only thing he said. His voice was hinting nothing but Vegeta knew his father better than any other person and recognized the need to say things in private and secrecy. It seemed that Bulma also understood because her tail went back to her slender waist and her whole body adopted another stance, completely different to the relaxed and carefree she was having just a moment before. Without saying another word, both of them followed the King and his two guards, Sir Nappa and Sir Bardock, towards the throne room. Both guards bowed to the King and went out to wait for their Ruler.

--What´s happening, Sir/father?—asked the both of them almost in unison. King Vegeta smirked and for a second it seemed as if his old self was back, as if nothing dreadful could be going on.

--To be honest with you brats, I don't know…--he began in a sort of paternal sort of tone—We´ve lost contact with Sagartha sei. It seems it has been completely erased. Other planets from the same system report a huge explosion…

--Frieza´s army…--wondered Bulma while Vegeta just remained silent over the news.

--Or Frieza himself—sighed the King. To this comment, the younger pair just gave a quick nervous glance to each other before looking again to the sovereign, as if they were having a little conversation and concluded the same thing.

--Don't even think about it, you two—continued the King, sitting down in his favorite throne. Geez, these two brats were so easy to read sometimes, but then again, they trusted him like the father he was and thus, in front of him they both acted honestly and sincerely and that flattered him somehow, specially taking in consideration how things used to be with the Royal Families of many neighboring planets and of Vegeta sei itself in the past.

--As I´m saying, we don't know yet who was behind that planet´s explosion. If it was Frieza´s Army, then that means there will be a war in a matter of days or weeks at most, but if this was done by Frieza´s own hand, then our position is far worse…

Bulma flinched as she understood where the King was headed; the sole idea was so utterly horrible that just saying aloud what it meant froze her heart.

--Then that means he is going to…--began Vegeta, his face as serene as it was possible.

--That means I´m headed to the borders and there will be a small Council with the main leaders of our Empire because in one way or the other, this means the lizard is finally moving against us and if there will be a war, we need to organize many things—he then looked at Bulma with his dark eyes reflecting something very much like fatherly pride—Our situation now is by no means easy, but thanks to you and your inventions, those who were weak are now able to stand a chance.

--And you, Vegeta—he talked to his son—you will be the next King. Stay behind this time and govern in my place. Remember you are our biggest hope to kick that lizard´s ass… maybe the only one we have…

Vegeta frowned. His father was talking as if he went to his death and to be honest, he didn't like at all the feeling of being about to lose him. He knew his father was talking about, but if he meant…

--Don't look at me like that, brat—said the King with a very proud voice—I know you have arrived to the point where you can become the Legendary, and that relieves me very much because this is something in our side that that fucking bastard doesn't know.—Vegeta smirked at this point—But don't be overconfident because you still need to work hard to make it perfect.

--What are you talking about?—the King seemed to dismiss that question and turned to a slightly confused Bulma.

--Help him—he said with a voice that was more an order—He has to find his reason to fight—

With that said, King Vegeta stood and began to walk away from the room and the pair of people he hoped would save the entire Galaxy.

--If nothing goes wrong, I´ll be back in two weeks and there will be communication between us every day—he said—use that time wisely and prepare for everything…--he stopped before turning the knob of the door and glanced towards Vegeta without a true expression in his eyes—even for my death.

That night, dinner was tense and usual; both the Knights and the dignitaries were nervous and plenty of whispers came and went. The attack to Sagartha sei was a secret known for almost everybody in the Empire and many eyes were set now in the upcoming events and in trying to locate Frieza´s whereabouts. Bulma was thinking deeply and to be honest, she was very worried. There were many things that she didn't get quite well when the King said farewell.

She glanced towards Vegeta and found him staring into nothingness, his expression blank but after a little while, she noticed he was actually just feigning and paying deep attention to every comment that was made by the many people sitting down with them, even to those that were talking in a barely audible voice.

Her sky blue eyes kept Vegeta fixed while her mind came to a conclusion. She needed to talk to Vegeta alone and privately, in a place where no one could interrupt them, where not even the slightest rumor of their conversation could escape. She had to set things straight with him for once. No power games, no abilities or weaknesses. Just the truth and hopefully, they would come up with plans to face whatever was about to happen in the following days.

"Why?" she thought for herself "why do I need so much to listen what he has to say? It feels as if he is the only person I can trust…"she sighed and tried to pay attention to the conversation one of the Knights was trying to have with her. "He betrayed me once and here am I, worrying so much about his feelings, hoping to hear his opinions…"

But later that night, well after she visited the labs and finished her daily routine and slipped as silently as possible into his quarters, Bulma had to accept that deep within herself, she trusted him more than any other person alive, that she was beginning to get so used to being by his side that she felt the need to get nearer, to reach farther than anyone… The need to be more for him…

And the worst part was that all that wasn't only about trusting him or not… The worst was that all those days she spent with him meant she was wasting away all the good resolutions of not falling again for him.

It was very late when in the night when Vegeta perceived something different in his surroundings. He had fallen asleep soon after returning from the dinning room and his dreams had been quite restless. Still, when he opened his eyes just to see a blur of a blue haired woman crawling towards him, trying to reach him across the huge bed, he thought it was just the continuation of his many sexual dreams with her, and before he knew this time she was the real thing, he grabbed her arm and tossed her around so that she ended up firmly pressed under him. He had done far more than that in his dreams with her, but he would never even say a thing about such thing.

But as his tired and groggy face came into contact with her chest and his ears perceived the sound of her heartbeat going wild, he realized he was pinning down the real Bulma. He jumped away from her as if scalded, now completely awake.

--Fuck!!! What the hell are you doing here!!—

Bulma just stared at him, all wide eyes. Her facial expression gave away all the shock she was going through from his reaction. She had half expected a punch, a kick or something of the sort. Not being trapped in his very warm arms, under his very comfortable weight… She began blushing.

And Vegeta blushed too. Did she really know what she looked like, lying there with those frilly alien sleeping gowns of hers? For goodness sake, she seemed as if she was about to mate with him, with her face all rosy from embarrassment… just as some virgin about to be touched for the first time…

--I…I´m sorry…--she apologized to him? was he hearing a different tone in her voice? It seemed almost submissive… Oh god! He was the one who needed to calm his inner monsters and find out what she wanted so that she could leave as fast as possible and leave him alone with his unspeakable dreams.

--Shit! Stop looking at me like that, woman!!—he seemed to come back to his usual self, at least in Bulma´s eyes. However, the nervous movement of her blue tail over the satin red covers of his bed was giving Vegeta the hardest time of his life. He didn't want to yell at her, to be honest he just wanted to grab that blasted woman again and show her just why a lady never snuck into a man´s room late in the night…

Bulma snapped back to reality and reminded herself why she had taken the risk to come to his room; her blush faded away and her face became again a serene one. Still, Vegeta´s reaction was in her mind and she wouldn't forget it easily.

--I need to know…what do you think we should do?—she tried to begin somewhere…

--It´s obvious, woman—he sighed as if she was too stupid to understand and then, smirked evilly—We should train more than ever.

--Come on Vegeta!—she said—We are already doing that, and quite well, let me tell you—Vegeta leaned on a nearby chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Bulma kept talking but she couldn't help but notice how incredibly…sexy…and delicious he was just dressed in that black bathrobe he was using at the moment…--I mean more than that and you know it—

--Sure, so what then?—

Bulma gulped nervously, what the hell was happening to her? Why he was looking at her eyes like that, unnerving her so easily? Suddenly her lips were kind of dry… And her whole body was beginning to tense…

--Your father talked about the Legendary, Vegeta—she managed to say, trying her best not to take her eyes from him, to keep talking firmly enough, yet it was becoming so hard…--Don't think I forgot about it… I remember what you told me once about that legend and also how you used to brag about being the one destined to be the next Super Saiyan, after more than a thousand years that none has been seen in the universe… Is it true that you are one, Vegeta?

She kept silent and Vegeta pondered about telling her or not. It was true, as a child he had tried to show her the proper treatment she had to give him by telling her about the prophecy of him being the next Legendary. However, attaining such power was something he had kept secret, even from his own father, why would he trust her enough to say something he hadn't confessed to any other living being? Did he trust her at all to begin with?

--It´s true—was all he said. She then smiled and got off his bed. He had never thought she would feel so much relief by hearing his words.

--I´ll work hard too, then—she announced with a very happy and determined voice—I want to be able to fight with you even if you reach that far…

He began to laugh and then stood from the chair he was sitting. Bulma´s expression changed completely as she noticed he was making fun of her.

--Let me tell you something, woman—he said, his voice as acidic as never before—There have been a handful of Super Saiyans in our whole history. And none of them ever was a woman…

Bulma felt blood rushing to her ears as he said that. He was telling her there was no way she could become one too. She felt so pissed that she approached him and out of nowhere, poked him square in the chest; Vegeta´s eyes shot open with surprise and then rage.

--Let me tell you something, you jerk—she said with a highly sarcastic voice and poking her index finger even more in his bare chest—I´m not a common woman and you know it. I´m able to do things not even men can, and one of them, you moron, is to fight with you and beat your ass once in a while!!—

That shrieking voice he hated so much! Her tail was lashing around, clearly showing just how furious she was. What Vegeta didn't notice was that his was doing almost the same moves, itching to touch hers; her eyes were a blue flame and her face was that of a dignified warrior that has been insulted. Still, that wasn't reason enough to make him go deaf with her bitching… In that exact moment her blue tail came within range and he grabbed it, finally doing something he wanted to do since a long time ago, just to prove his point about her weakness he tried to tell himself, not because he would enjoy it or anything…

She jumped in surprise and a strange mix of pain and pleasure her body had never experienced. A loud moan scaped her lips before she could even think about it and her whole being shook with an unknown feeling.

--You say you are a warrior of my level, yet I can disarm you so easily, woman…--he said while squeezing her tail stronger

Bulma´s body became almost limp because of the strong sensations coursing through her. Oh God! Her tail hurt and her body felt just too much… She had to actually lean into his body as he began to run his hand up and down her tail. To this, the pain faded away and was replaced with sheer pleasure but she was too weak and entranced to notice.

But to Vegeta, it became painfully obvious that his attempts to shut her up were taking another direction, a very noisy one. Those moans and whimpers of hers were even more distracting than her screeching from before. As her body touched his, he became aware of the smoldering temperature of her skin, of how hard her nipples had become and that the hairs in her arms were standing, of the expression of suffering and pleasure her face had, of the way her lips and eyes were parted…

--Please… Vegeta…

Please nothing, she deserved this punishment and he would give it to her gladly. He smirked evilly despite the fact that her reaction was awakening the same lustful demons he had tried to calm down. His eyes bore into her face, taking into every flutter of her eyelids, his ears rewarded with all those noises of pleasure she was making. Oh no, he wouldn't let go when he was having so much fun.

What he never expected was the move she made after he denied her the release she wanted. When he felt her skinny body fully pressed to his, he forgot where her hands were and when she took hold for dear life of his tail, he also jumped and moaned aloud, suddenly feeling weak in his knees as not even the worst punch had ever done.

So, he did the last thing he would have allowed himself to do in other circumstances… One that he was sure, would shut her up and shock her for a long time. One that would scare him enough of her contact that from now on he would run away from her… With the last shreds of logic thought he had, he tried to keep lying and convince himself that there wasn't any other intention behind his acts or the way his body and hers were feeling. With all his might and anger, he tried to inflict a wound on her dignity that would make her hate him even and would put him back into safety.

He kissed her.