Still having problems with my laptop…Turns out there's something wrong with my hard drive. I'm going to have to get it replaced. In the mean time, I can still write and get to Microsoft Word, but it takes forever to get to my laptop profile thing. I tried to listen to my music on iTunes recently to find out that all my music has disappeared. Thankfully I had it all backed up but *sigh* It took forever to do that… :/
A happy note, my English professor thinks I write extremely well and is very proud to have me in her class. I let her read some of my FanFiction that I write in a notebook in and outside of classes and she was blown away. I told her my story Notes of a Killer has had 60,000 hits…she nearly fainted lol. She told me a story of when her boss from back when wanted her to sell 5,000 copies of a book, she couldn't do it. Umm…thanks professor but I REALLY don't think you need to increase my already huge ego ;)
WhatTheFridge- Damnit you, you found one of my mistakes XD Haha, I'll fix it eventually! I already replied this to you in a PM but everyone else should see this. Vegeta wouldn't normally hug Bulma but we're talking about 18 year old Vegeta. He's not his almost 30 year old self. He's less mature…he's still relatively hormonal so naturally he's going to do crazy stuff. Damn you hormones!
Rhea0023- Thank you! :)
maddiethevampire- Ahaha, I'm sorry. I'm trying to update as fast as I can. But believe me, this is such an improvement from when I didn't update for months. One of the best? Daw… :D And xXxMudvayneGirlxXx's ego boosted three times that day!
Haha I'm sorry for the really long author's note. I have so much to say! XD
Disclaimer- I don't own DragonBall, DragonBall Z, DragonBall GT or anything else DragonBall related, Akira Toriyama does. I wish I could say that I did but I don't. *cries* I only own this story and my OC Ki'ilina.
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"What?"
"I asked you if you could teach me to fight, Vegeta." Bulma repeated her question.
"Why do you want that?"
"You're serious? Vegeta you need all the help in defeating Frieza. If I can aid you then you need to teach me how to use my ki."
Vegeta nodded silently, "You know I'm not going to go easy on you don't you. You will train at my pace. Do you think you can handle that?"
Bulma gulped. At his pace? Crap! She wasn't expecting that. She could barely watch him move and he wanted her to move at his speed? She was definitely treading in dangerous waters that she wasn't sure she could manage.
"I said, can you handle that?" He said his declaration again, this time more gruffly.
"Um…yeah." She mumbled to herself, "I hope so…"
Vegeta sat on the ground with his legs crossed. He closed his eyes and sat in silence.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm mediating…like I was when we first met, woman. This is your first lesson. You must learn how to calm yourself and bring forth your spiritual energy. Then you will be able to bring out your ki."
Bulma walked over to Vegeta and copied his actions. "So, what are we doing now?"
One of Vegeta's eyebrows twitched, "Be quiet! Haven't you ever meditated before? It is in complete silence!"
Bulma sneaked open an eye, peeking at him. His eyes were still closed and his brows were furrowed.
"I know you're looking at me, woman."
Bulma gasped quietly and leaned closer to him. She waved a hand in his face, testing if he could see it or feel her moving it. She saw Vegeta's lips upturn into a smirk. "I know you're doing that."
Bulma frowned and childishly stuck her tongue out at him. His smug grin grew wider.
"I thought you said meditating was in complete silence?" She mocked him.
"I was merely…" Vegeta couldn't find a way to explain himself this time. "Shut up, woman."
Bulma smirked this time. She'd beaten him at his own game. Oh, that felt so good to shove it right back in his face.
The blue haired heiress decided to actually focus on meditating. Screwing around would get them nowhere. Nowhere meant neither of them would get stronger and Frieza would ultimately win. But she'd be damned if she let that happen.
She clasped her hands together in the same fashion Vegeta had. She reclosed her one eye and began her silence. Time slowly passed as they sat without saying a word. It seemed like ages before Vegeta spoke quietly, "Now we will bring your ki forward."
Bulma opened her eyes and saw Vegeta had already done so. She nodded and waited for him to continue.
"This you have to feel inside of you. Feel the swirling energy in your abdomen and collect it together."
Bulma did as she was told, feeling her ki in her stomach. It was weak. Very weak. She was sure Vegeta knew that already though. She felt it course through her veins and all throughout her body.
"Good. Now you have learned to bring it out, you need to learn how to harness it. Direct your ki to your palms and let it pool. It will feel strange at first, but you get used to it."
She again followed Vegeta's instructions. Bulma frowned, concentrating on pushing her ki to her hands and letting a small ki ball form. She gasped excitedly and bounced around in joy. All of a sudden, she lost control of her ki and it went flying across the room. Vegeta quickly levitated and caught it in his hands dissolving it with ease.
"You can fly too? Is there anything you can't do Vegeta? I mean seriously!"
"Don't act so surprised. I thought you said your Earthling friends were also capable of manipulating their ki. If they can do that they can fly as well."
"Well, yeah…I guess it's just been so long I forgot what it was like. Do you think you can teach me that as well?"
Vegeta shook his head as he grounded himself once more, "No. At least not today…one thing at a time. Too much and you could get overwhelmed."
"Oh, alright. I'll just have to master this in no time then!" She said determinedly.
Vegeta assumed a fighting stance, "Before you can fight with ki, you need to learn to fight in general. Match my stance and follow my moves."
Bulma nodded, mirroring Vegeta's stance. He moved left, she moved left. He moved right, she moved right. Vegeta threw a few punches, his left and then a right hook. Bulma copied him with ease. Vegeta pulled his arms up to cover his face in an 'x'. Bulma did the same, taking note to practice this one as she would need it more than he. They continued this for quite some time as they both grew tired. Soon they began to spar, fighting against one another. She knew he was holding back so they were more even, but still she was no match for him. Bulma surprised herself when she managed to land a punch to Vegeta's jaw. He commended her on it, but he smugly told her it wouldn't happen again.
Bulma was exhausted and she knew she was boring Vegeta with her slow movements, but she didn't want to give up. Vegeta however, being the observant man he was commanded her to stop. Bulma wanted to continue but she knew her body would be paying the price in the morning and she couldn't let anyone see her like that. If anyone saw she had been training with Vegeta…all hell would break loose.
She began to stretch out her muscles. Bulma stood with her feet together and bent over to touch her toes. Then she spread her feet apart and leaned to the left. She moved to the center, touching the ground, and then finally she leaned to the right. Bulma finished with stretching out her arms. Vegeta stared at the blue haired beauty while she stretched. What the hell was she doing? He never did that after training.
"What are you doing?"
Bulma adjusted herself to look at him, "Huh?"
"I said, what are you doing?"
She reached her right arm over her shoulder and put her left palm on her right elbow, feeling her muscles relax. "What? This? It's called stretching, Vegeta."
"What the hell is that?"
"Well, normally people stretch after a workout…as to avoid getting stiff or sore muscles later on."
Vegeta scoffed, "It sounds stupid."
"Oh what, like you've never had problems with your muscles! You work out constantly!"
"Maybe it's different for you Earthlings, but Saiyans do not get sore muscles from training or battling."
Bulma gave a sound of agreement as she settled into the bed. "Are you going to bed now, Vegeta?"
"No. I'm going to continue training." And he did.
The bluenette sighed, and silently watched him resume his workout. She closed her eyes trying to fall into sleep but found she couldn't. She lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling. After another moment she turned to watch Vegeta some more. She was shocked to see that he had removed his black shirt. Bulma's ivory cheeks flushed a pink tint as her eyes roamed over his naked chest. It was perfectly chiseled without an ounce of fat. But it was also unfortunately marked with horrific scars. She wanted to reach out and caress her palm across them. His tail danced around while he moved with fierce energy. To Bulma, his muscles rippled as if in slow motion with each kick and with each punch. Her blush reddened as her eyes trailed downward. His shorts were hung low on his hips and she could see the flawless 'v' of his pelvis.
Vegeta swiveled on his heel suddenly, facing Bulma who was currently in a trance. Bulma noticed Vegeta had realized he stopped moving and blushed, knowing he'd caught her in the act. He gave her a coy grin. She embarrassedly faced the wall and pretended to sleep.
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Oh, god that was so embarrassing. I don't think I'll be able to look him in the eye again. That was stupid, stupid, stupid Bulma! He'll hold that over you now! As if his ego wasn't big enough, let's add in the idea that he thinks I like him because I stared at his…sexy, delectable chest…NO, NO, NO! Bad Bulma! Damn it! I refuse to fall for that-that…
What was Vegeta? He was so many things.
Vegeta.
Vegeta is…unlike anyone I've met.
He's an unbelievable jack ass, and takes pride in proving it to me, that's for sure.
Prideful.
Aside from taking pride in mocking me, he is extremely prideful of his heritage and he'd be damned if anyone ripped it away from him.
Powerful.
Vegeta is powerful in different ways but all the same still him.
He's physically powerful. I haven't seen him actually fight against someone besides me…but I know he would win easily…Frieza is the only one I truly believe would give him trouble.
He is mentally powerful. I couldn't even fathom all of the torture and torment he's been through…and he's so young. Three years. I could never have the strength to last that long…if it weren't for him, I probably would have already tried to kill myself being in this place. I envy him. Having so much mental strength…it's amazing.
Arrogant.
Sarcastic.
Sweet?
…no. No. Vegeta wasn't…sweet. Sure, he said he would try to protect me if Zarbon came into the cell while we slept…but am I supposed to believe that? Either way…it was a…sweet gesture. Probably the only gesture like that I'll get from him.
I couldn't think of a word to describe Vegeta. I'm sure he could come up with one in an instant for me. Annoying. Amusing, maybe? Possibly both. There are many different ways to describe him…but in just one word? It's impossible. Then, I found the perfect word to describe him.
Indescribable.
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Bulma awoke the next morning, sprawled out across the bed. Her eyes fluttered open, feeling around for Vegeta. She sat up, searching for him. He lay in the center of the cell, flat on his back. His face was contorted in pain. She frowned and rose from the mattress. She was scared for a moment. She knelt down next to his body and leaned into his chest, feeling for a heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. His heart went as he slept and she sighed of relief. Bulma wasn't sure what made her think he could have possibly been dead, but she sure was glad it was just a thought.
She felt bad at Vegeta lying on the floor while he slept. She probably had fallen asleep before he finished training and took up the whole bed. Bulma grabbed one of his arms and gently tugged him across the room. She looked at his face every couple of seconds to see if he would react. He never did. She pulled with all her might because Vegeta was extremely heavy since he was mostly muscle. She eventually reached the bed again. She stood up again, thinking of how to do this without waking him and without breaking her back. She decided to start with his legs and then his upper body. Bulma put his legs onto the bed first so his head was still on the ground. She then hefted up his upper body, pushing it onto the bed. The blue haired woman huffed. It was harder than it looked. Finally, she moved him into the center of the bed, away from the edge. Through all of this, Vegeta was still fast asleep.
Bulma smiled, proud of her small accomplishment. She glanced at her watch. It was nearly time for breakfast to be brought to them. Her muscles weren't sore, which was a surprise and a good thing. She didn't want to be limping around. Bulma wanted to train a little more, but considering the time she decided against it. She sat on the ground in silence, practicing her mantra. Soon after, breakfast was served to them. Vegeta had still not awoken, but they left him food anyway. When Bulma finished her meal, Ki'ilina whisked her away to the lab.
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The door to cell 732 opened. Bulma was roughly shoved into the room as she sobbed frightfully. She fell to the floor, holding herself protectively. Vegeta glanced at her in a confused manner. He looked to the door's entrance and found her answer.
Frieza.
Vegeta knew there was only one time Frieza would personally accompany a prisoner back to their cell. Vegeta's eyes fiercely met Frieza's in a hard glare. Frieza smirked evilly and swiftly turned. He began to shut the door as he gleefully said "My two favorite prisoners in one cell. It could not be more perfect."
The door closed. The only sounds were Bulma's crying and their breathing.
Vegeta quietly got up and placed himself beside Bulma. She didn't look up to acknowledge him. She only hurled herself into his chest, letting her tears fall onto his bronze skin. He made no move to hold her or to comfort her. He just let her cry.
Cry, cry, cry.
He didn't want to ask because he already knew what happened. He also knew that discussing problems were the easiest ways to get over them.
"Woman-" He started to say, but Bulma for once cut him off and began to explain.
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Bulma was humming to herself as she worked on her weapon prototype for Frieza. The gun was slowly coming along. She'd constructed the structure of the gun and was perfecting it. She planned to make more than one prototype to see how it would work with his bevy of different raced henchmen.
She heard the door slide open. She silently checked her watch. It wasn't six yet. It must have been another henchman, coming to bug her. She continued to work on her weapon. Bulma stopped only when she heard a throat clear quietly in a commanding manner. She turned her head and gulped.
Frieza stood in the laboratory, looking quite irritated that she had ignored his entrance. He cleared his throat again.
Bulma jumped to action, leaping off of her chair and bowing. "Lord Frieza…what are you doing here?"
"Just checking in on you, my dear. You couldn't possibly have thought I wouldn't come to see your progress did you?" A smirk danced on his lips.
"No, Lord Frieza. I just forgot. My mistake. Would you like to see my invention?"
The tyrant nodded, stepping toward her desk. Frieza glanced at the weapon with scrutiny. He sneered, "It's barely different from before, you stupid girl."
Bulma clenched her fist, desperately holding back her hand to avoid striking him. "Uh, no actually sir, there are changes. It's smaller by three inches, and I adjusted design slightly, see? There's an attachment." She pointed out. "The gun can be used as a melee weapon as well now. It's also made of a lighter material, making it easier to handle."
"Hmmm. Interesting, but I will be more impressed when I see it in action."
Bulma nodded her head and returned to her work. A few moments had passed and Frieza had not moved or made any intentions of moving. She was getting more nervous by the minute, remembering the last time she was alone in a room with him.
"Lord Frieza…is there something I can help you with?"
Frieza smirked at her and only moved closer to Bulma. Bulma hadn't realized it, but he was backing her into a corner again. Bulma's back hit the wall and she shuddered in fear. Frieza's hand reached up to stroke through her aquamarine locks. "Such a strange color…" He murmured.
Bulma wished Vegeta was in the room with them. She wanted to believe that he could, but knew he wasn't ready yet, to kill Frieza. She just wanted this to end. Even if Vegeta couldn't stop Frieza, the torment would at least be delayed momentarily.
Frieza leaned into her, much like he had before. He sniffed her neck, breathing in her scent. It was so intoxicating. Frieza's tongue darted out and licked her neck, feeling her flesh. Bulma shrieked and tried to move out of the cage Frieza made with his body to block her. His tongue trailed along to her collarbone. She flinched and she could feel her tears coming to form.
Frieza's face nudged at her chest, delving into her breasts. He pushed down her top with his chin to reveal her ivory skin. He groaned huskily, assaulting her with his mouth. Bulma closed her eyes, shutting them tight. She just stood there, tortuously waiting for the agony to end. She knew if she struggled it would only excite him.
As quick as it began, it ended. He finally removed himself from her person, pausing to gaze at her breasts approvingly. "Correct your clothing. I will return you to your cell."
Bulma held back a sobbing cry. She only nodded. She pulled up her top, readjusting it quickly.
"Come now, my other favorite prisoner. Don't make me wait on you." Frieza had already walked to the laboratory door. Bulma ran to his side, not wanting a repeat of the previous moments.
They exited the laboratory as Frieza led her back to cell 732.
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Bulma finished her explanation with a heaving sob, still crying into the Saiyan prince's chest.
Neither said anything.
Vegeta's brows furrowed in anger.
Frieza was going to pay for everything he had done to them.
Everything.
Vegeta swore on it.
The time continued on as Vegeta and Bulma sat in their cell.
No one spoke.
Only Bulma's cries filled the room.
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So now you can see why I don't like this chapter…well. Actually let me change that, I just don't like the partial rape scene. It was extremely hard for me to write it. Ugh. When I wrote the scene with Bulma's POV I was like…YES now it's coming together! Haha I actually like this story's title now. XD Hehe, Bulma gets embarrassed all the time :p I wrote this chapter a little differently...different structure. Mostly shown at the end.
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