Royal Namekian Blues | By : Polymer Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 6332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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By StarbearerTM.
Pairing: Bulma and Vegeta
Romance, PWP, AU
Rated R for adult situations, swears and LEMON!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. Toriyama and Funimation do. This
is fanfiction and I don't get paid for this!
Summary: I've seen
many B/V get together what ifs taking place on Namek. This is another one, which messes with the
sequence of the Z fighters and Vegeta on Namek, where Bulma is left
alone. She has the nightmare about Vegeta, but because this is an AU, the timing is
different. They have fought the Ginyuu force briefly, but have managed to push them back,
and Vegeta has just killed Dudoria
and Zarbon. Gohan and Krillen are trying to
gather the dragon balls, and so is Vegeta. This takes place in the time they're eluding
the squad and waiting for Goku to arrive before Freiza.
"Men, stupid men," Bulma groused. She
hugged her knees and glared at the perimeter defense. Just why she had forgotten to bring a capsule
house was beyond her. Now she was stuck
on this stupid planet of Martian plant men that wasn't mars.
"I hope those two get
back soon, because I've got a piece of my mind to give them," she
grouched. A loud beeping snapped her out
of her reverie. Bulma uncurled legs clad in black
spandex and leapt off her camping chair.
"Kuso…
company… and it's carrying a dragonball," she
gasped. Yet the signature was much
higher than either Krillen or Gohan. Nevertheless the scanners identified it as
remotely humanoid.
That brought disturbing
possibilities. Either it was that lizard
man, or something else. She recalled
seeing the big fight between him and the Prince of all Saiyans. Unwittingly she'd backed the wrong man,
especially when he'd morphed into a mutated alligator. Thankfully Vegeta
had kicked his ass. After the fight
she'd been hurried away by Gohan while Krillen held Vegeta off. They claimed they were going after the dragonballs because Doduria had
suddenly attacked Vegeta.
A few hours ago she saw the
explosions in the distance. The last time
Krillen and Gohan called
they were near Guru's village. They'd
mentioned they'd lost Vegeta, then
lost all communications. Anxiously Bulma punched buttons on the scanner's laptop, trying to
get images of the intruder. Whoever it
was he zipped far faster than any of the cameras could blink.
"Nobody's here,"
she whispered, pressing herself into the alcove. Whimpering to herself she wrapped the
sleeping bag tightly around her.
"Hmph,
stupid ningens and Nameks,"
the voice grumbled. Bulma
heard the croaking noises of several frogs hopping out of the nearby water
pools, and heaved a sigh of relief. So
great was her relief she collapsed in a dead faint.
Bulma awoke screaming in terror. She could still feel Vegeta's
hands around her neck, squeezing off her life force. Why had she dreamed something so
horrible? Hadn't he given up?
"Kuso…
I hope it isn't… HIM…" she shivered in fear when she heard someone calling
out to her.
"Oi! You in there!
I know you're there I can sense your puny ki! Come out now before I get pissed off!" a
gravely voice yelled. She hated to admit
it but it was drop dead sexy.
"Please, go away,"
she whimpered, seeing him appear on the screen. The proximity detector blinked urgently,
scaring her. Instantly she grabbed the
laser pistol that she hoped would protect her.
For all she knew he'd killed her two friends and was coming after
her. Under his arm he clutched a one
star dragonball, and he looked pissed.
"You stupid fool, you
can't hide. I've come for you!" he
called. "Don't make this any harder
than it has to be! You're all alone, so
don't piss me off!"
"Kuso,
he's going to kill me," Bulma whimpered,
shivering as she pressed herself into the alcove. A dark shadow played across the rocks as his
footsteps neared. Light gleamed off the
globe he carried under his left arm. In
surprise she blinked when she saw his body was encased in much different
armor. Instead of the battered ensemble
he'd sported after beating Zarbon, he had a tight
fitting white vest over a darker suit.
Dark eyes flicked back and forth as the Prince of all Saiyans shouted.
"Come out NOW!" he
snarled. "This is pissing me
off! You don't want to see me pissed off
do you?"
"Come on Bulma, you've got one chance to nail him," she
thought, clutching her pistol. She hoped
she could get a sucker shot in and run as fast as she could. Yet since he was holding a dragon ball, she
should take advantage of the opportunity to grab it.
"I sense you, you've got no place to go. Make it easier… and give up…" he called,
stepping into view. His head snapped
around, and a wicked smile came over his face when his eyes snapped into hers.
"OH shit… you stay AWAY
From me, you monster!" she shrieked, bringing her pistol to bear.
"Ah, there you are, onna," he laughed with a smirk. "You led me on quite a chase minx, but
now I've found you. So put the pea
shooter away before you hurt yourself…"
"Stay back, I warn
you! I know how to use this!" Bulma yelled.
"You won't take ME alive!"
"Don't insult me," Vegeta snickered, advancing on her. He held the Dragonball
under one arm as he extended his free hand, sheathed in a white glove.
"No… no!" she
screamed, backing away. She slid along
the groove of the alcove, covering Vegeta with her
weapon. Shaking fingers held the
trigger, watching the smirk broaden on his face. Holding her breath, she fired.
Vegeta's hand deflected the beam easily. Bulma shrieked and
fired again, only to have the next bolt deflected. Angrily he snarled, zipping out of view. Anxiously she swung from left to right, then felt the gun snatched away by someone almost
invisible. Quickly she jumped back.
"Enough games," he
snarled, crushing it in his hands.
"Now, will you give up?"
"Please… don't… stay
back!" she whimpered. "I'm too
young to go!"
"You're only prolonging
the inevitable, onna," he laughed. "I like your spirit, luckily for
you. But it's time you left this
place…"
"Oh Kame!"
she screamed, dodging out of the way as Vegeta's hand
flashed out. Her back slammed against the
rock wall of the alcove. Around her neck
his hand pinned her, lifting her off her feet.
Bulma sobbed and trembled, praying for her
life.
"Please… don't kill
me!" she pleaded. "I'll… do
anything… don't kill me… I’m too young and beautiful to die! Krillen… Gohan… help me!"
"Such a delicate little
thing," Vegeta whispered, his hot breathe
hitting her face. "I could so
easily crush you with a squeeze.
Interesting how you have such life in you for such a weak
creature…"
"Don't kill me! I'll do anything! I'm smart, I'm a GENIUS!" she
cried. Vegeta
saw her blue eyes widen in fear, as he loomed close. Slowly he lowered her to the ground, still
keeping a gloved hand around her throat.
"Are you?" he
snickered. "I thought that brains
and beauty were not synonymous. Turns
out that it's your lucky day…"
"You… aren't going to
kill me?" Bulma gasped.
"Stupid bitch, why would
I do THAT?" Vegeta laughed. "Not when I’m here to take you away
from all this…"
"Kuso…
what do you mean?"
"Who do you think sent
me to get your ass, you fool?" Vegeta laughed
harshly. "Your two friends and I
have made a truce… and they sent ME to collect your useless butt. I had to admit I thought it was a waste of
time, but seeing that you're only a weakling female…"
"I'm NOT just ANY
female, I’m Bulma Briefs! I'm rich, powerful,
beautiful, and SMART!" she hollered at him.
"And LOUD," Vegeta snarled.
"Shut that horrible noise up, or else I might snap your neck."
"D… don't
kill me," she whimpered.
"Oh I don't plan on
that, Onna," he laughed deeply. "Now, you're coming with me. But I'm most interested in what you said when
you thought I was going to kill you…"
"What do you mean?"
"And you said you were
smart? You said you'd do ANYTHING if I
didn't kill you?"
"How do I know you're
not tricking me… that you haven't killed Gohan and Krillen…?" she asked.
"You have no
choice. Stay here and die, or come with
me, weakling. Before you know it, this
planet will be crawling with the Ginyu force, and
you'll be a lot worse off than you were if you remained a frog…"
"WHAT?" she gasped.
"I saw what happened, onna," he smirked, tugging her away as he kept a hold
on her neck. "I must admit I am
relieved that your mind has been returned to this fragile… but far less than
repulsive shell…"
"What… are you going to
do?"
"Take you with me. But willingly or unwillingly is up to you, onna," Vegeta said
harshly. "Make no trouble and I'll
not have to hurt you… much…"
"Tell me first… are they
alive? My
friends?"
"Would you give anything
for those losers?" he asked.
"ANYTHING," Bulma whispered, peering him right
in the face. "Please…"
"I'll hold you to
that…" said Vegeta as he licked his lips. "Now… no funny
stuff."
"But I need my
tools…"
"You'll have much better
things where we're going," he said, releasing her neck and grabbing her
arm instead.
"Where?"
"You'll see. Now take only what you need, and let's
go…" Vegeta said. Bulma anxiously
walked towards her equipment, but felt Vegeta's hand
clenching her wrist.
"No tricks now, because
you won't like me mad. Don't make me
regret not killing you, onna," Vegeta growled.
Grabbing a few capsules, she felt Vegeta grab
her up and throw her over his shoulder.
"Hey! I'm not a sack of potatoes!" she yelped.
"Shut up and be glad I'm
carrying your ass," Vegeta snapped back. She squealed as they took off. Clutching the dragonball,
Vegeta held her onto him with his other hand.
"Hey, I'm getting
sick!" she yelped.
"Grrr,"
Vegeta mumbled, throwing her off. She let out a blood-curdling scream till the
prince swooped under and caught her around the waist. Heart pumping she grabbed tightly around his
neck, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Oh I'm gonna die…" she whined.
"Shut up and stop
squirming," Vegeta barked. "There… that's better. Stupid pain in my ass… if you weren't halfway
attractive I'd…"
"What?"
"Nothing,
you crazy onna. Just keep your mouth shut and
stay still!" Vegeta yelled. Bulma struggled to
keep from bursting into tears, because her nerves were all but shot.
Still she couldn't keep from
burying her face in his neck and whimpering.
Vegeta flinched, but decided against yelling
at her to keep her mouth away.
Considering his shouts would only cause her to scream with that shrill
voice, he valued his hearing far more than he did his pride. Luckily for her, there was nobody's ki present for miles.
Vegeta exhaled after a while, hearing his own stomach
grumble. He set down near the abandoned Namekian village on the coast. Still carrying the woman he walked towards the
low huts. Green water gently lapped
against the beech of white yellow sand.
Overhead stretched an aquamarine sky for miles over the flat landscape. Round spheres on sticks protruded here and
there like lollipops, while spiky bushes nestled around their trunks. "I… have food," Bulma
whispered.
"How?" Vegeta snarled.
"One of the capsules I
grabbed has space rations…"
"Capsules? Explain, onna," he said.
"Put me down and I'll
show you," she said, blushing. Vegeta had forgotten he was still holding her on his
hip. Roughly he set her down with a
grunt. She weighed practically nothing
to him.
"No stupid tricks, onna. I'm watching
you, and I'm a hell of a lot faster…" Vegeta
warned, keeping his onyx eyes fastened to her. They bored holes in her skull, making her
skin tingle oddly with fear and arousal.
Nervously she glanced over her shoulder at him while she reached into
her vest and pulled out one of the boxes.
His muscles tensed, reminding her of a wild boar or lion gathering the
energy to pounce at a moment's notice.
While Saiyans were simian, they more resembled
baboons than peaceful apes. Vegeta saw the light pink tinge creep over her skin when he
caught her staring oddly at him. For a
moment Bulma wondered if the stiff spiky cone of hair
jutting skywards was hard or soft.
Something about its texture reminded her of a bird's crest or comb,
denoting a dominant masculine display.
Despite the fact he was only a few inches taller than she was,
everything was about his compact body curving under the tight armor screamed
maleness.
"This is going to
surprise you, so stand back," she said, clicking the button and tossing
the capsule down. Vegeta flinched, backing away with
his wrists crossed when an explosion sounded and he was right next to the woman,
grabbing her wrists. She squealed and
trembled as he bared his teeth and hissed at the strange object that resulted.
"What the fuck is
that?"
"A fridge," she
shivered. "I DID warn you…"
"So you did, onna," he mumbled, from right behind her. Bulma felt his
solid body pressed up to her back, while his hands crossed over her chest. Effectively he was using her as a human
shield. "Now walk toward it
SLOWLY…"
Bulma did so, swallowing hard. While she was terrified of Vegeta, she was just as exhilarated to feel the warmth of a
male body nearby. It had been ages since
she had made love to Yamucha back on earth, and even
longer since she felt the reassuring presence of someone's body close by. Granted Krillen and
Goten were male, but she wasn't attracted in THAT way
to either of them. To her they were
annoying little brothers, endearing but in constant need of a den mother. Reaching out the hand he didn't squeeze to
her chest, she pulled open the door to reveal the food packaged inside. Vegeta leaned over
her shoulder to sniff carefully.
Convinced he was safe, he released Bulma while
keeping a hand on her wrist.
"I don't know what you
like… there's all sorts of prepackaged stuff… and I'm
sure you'll eat the major portion…"
"Prepare it then, I'm starving,"
he said gruffly. "But no
tricks…"
"Like I’m gonna be stupid enough to piss you off when you could
disintegrate me with a touch," Bulma
snorted. Vegeta
sat down on a nearby rock and folded his arms over his chest. He raised two fingers in her direction and
let a bit of blue ki crackle from them to show his
seriousness. Still he kept the Dragon
Ball closely nestled in his armpit. Bulma brought out bowls and chopsticks, after fixing a meal
of rice and beef. She set huge portions
at his feet, and Vegeta blinked oddly at the
utensils.
"What the hell are these
sticks for?"
"Oh, you don't use
chopsticks…" she said. He grunted
and grabbed the fork and knife she handed him with one hand, still keeping the Dragonball curled to his body with his other. Lifting a dark brow, he pushed the food
before her.
"Sit," he said,
indicating that she should move on the rock next to him.
"I'm good."
"I said sit your ass
down, onna," he barked, grabbing her with his
hand and tugging her down beside him. Bulma gingerly sat on the edge of the rock, lightly
brushing her thigh with his. Mumbling
the Prince grabbed her and planted her on one knee to her shock. He thrust the bowl into her lap. Bulma knew better
than to question why he seated her there, because every time she opened her
lips he glared at her to shut up.
"Taste it," he
grunted. Bulma
rolled her eyes, realizing he wasn't convinced it wasn't poison, so she took a
bite. Vegeta
nodded, watching her chew. When he was
satisfied she wasn't going to keel over; he took the fork back and proceeded to
wolf the food down. Unlike Goku or Gohan, he ate rapidly and
delicately. Each new item she brought
out he forced her to take a small bite of, so she was far from starving. Slowly she squirmed because she was slipping
off his knee. Vegeta
glared at her, and tugged her to sit crosswise on one bent leg while he set the
dragon ball down to his left. In her lap
he kept the food bowls while holding her prisoner there with his other hand.
He was also mildly surprised
when she cracked open a can of Budweiser.
Vegeta took one sip and made a nasty face,
spitting it out. Fortunately when he
sipped the grape soda, he found it palatable, and proceeded to drain the entire
can in a gulp. As she watched him eat, a
captive audience, she thought if this weren't a mortal enemy it would be
romantic. Sitting on
the lap of a cute guy under a darkening sky while she shared his food.
"That will
suffice," he said.
"Jeez on Chikyuu we say thanks," she mumbled.
"Thanks onna. Now… compress
that thing and put it away. I'm anxious
to be going…" he said. "At
first light…"
"But I thought you said
that they…"
"I'm not traveling in
darkness. We're two days from those
clowns, and I'm not going to travel under darkness hindered by you. So we're going to sleep for a few hours and
get moving at first light… got it?"
"I wished you'd told me
that sooner because I would have brought a sleeping bag," she groused.
"Humph, this habitation
has rudimentary but sparse accommodations," he said, glancing into the
door of the low hut. Pushing her off his
lap he directed her to the fridge. Bulma capsulated
it again under his watchful eye.
Leaning down he grabbed the dragon ball under his arm and grabbed her by
the hand. He walked her into the hut
with him, and glanced around.
Two chairs and a table were
partly smashed. A battered bed with
covers sat across from it, near several stone water jars. Fairly primitive, but
adequate for a Namekian, Bulma
figured. Vegeta
tugged her over and pushed her to sit on the bed. "Lay down and
get some sleep. I don't want you passing
out when we travel…"
"Sleep in my
clothes? And I thought you were a
prince! You know I could have brought
supplies with me…" she began to complain.
"I’m a warrior and I
sleep in far more primitive conditions, onna, so
kindly keep quiet," Vegeta snapped at her. Bulma squealed in
fear as he unclasped his vest and tossed it down by the bed. He closed the rough door, and glanced around,
putting his scouter nearby on the table.
"What are you
doing?" she squealed. "In front of a lady! You…"
"Shut up I said, you
crazy onna!" he yelled at her. "Can't you keep quiet for more than an
hour?"
"Excuse me but I'm
tired, I haven't bathed for two days, and my hair is in knots! I fucking HATE camping, and you could have
had the decency to let a poor girl bring some supplies…"
"You'll need nothing if
you end up DEAD," he snarled.
"So SHUT UP!"
Bulma bit her lip, turning her back as he removed his
boots, and wrapped his armored vest around the Dragon Ball. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to
her, and lay on his side, shoving her over.
Bulma flinched when she realized that he was
planning on sharing the bed with her whether she undressed or not. "I… I can't sleep in my clothes they'll
get all icky…" she whispered.
"Then take them off, and
go to sleep. Don't bitch to me that you
didn't get any rest because you're afraid of me staring at your ugly
body…" he snorted.
"Bastard," she
snarled at him. Vegeta
grabbed what appeared to be a length of pink cloth draped over one of the
chairs and threw it at her. Bulma noticed that it was a loose Namekian
gown, unisex but could work as an improvised nightdress. As it was, Vegeta
had kept on his bodysuit while taking off his upper layers.
"I can't change with you
STARING at me…"
"Fine I'll turn
around. Just change so I can fucking sleep," Vegeta
snarled. He averted his gaze, sitting up
on the edge of the narrow bed. Bulma unzipped her vest and tossed it down, then shimmied
out of her pants and shirt. She tugged
the gown over her head, and folded her clothes into a neat bundle.
"Give them here… I won't
risk you leaving something in them…" he snorted.
"You don't trust ANYONE
do you?"
"No," Vegeta answered.
"Now lay down, and sleep."
"You mean… next to you…
in the same bed?"
"I'm not asking you I’m
telling you, Onna," he said angrily, turning
over to face her. Bulma
shivered in fear.
"I'm not going to do
anything you crazy bitch, but I can't chance you getting away," Vegeta said as he turned her to face the wall and pressed
his back into hers. His arms locked
around her and Bulma squealed in fear as he clutched
her tightly to his body. Whimpering, Bulma squeezed her eyes shut and shivered. Behind her the Prince snorted and arranged
himself so he was most comfortable, which meant his nose was pressed directly
into her blue hair while his muscular arms trapped her against his hard
chest.
"Don't hurt me,"
she whispered.
"I won't if you
sleep," Vegeta snapped. "And I wouldn't try making any effort to
escape or move suddenly because I'm a light sleeper…"
"That other… those
others the Ginyuu… are they after you?"
"Hmph,
it's either them or me, and I think you'd prefer chancing with me instead of
braving the wilds on your own, a weak thing like you," Vegeta
harrumphed.
"You won't… let them
kill me will you?"
"I won't, now sleep… onna," he said gruffly, yawning. "What could be deadlier than I could
be?"
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