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Full Moon Shining Upon Them	By : Maddiesan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Full Moon Shining Upon Them
- 1
The darkness engulfed the sky as he set foot on the clay colored ground. The starless nights were frequent, as more and more worlds died - most of them by his hands. He dug his heel deeply into the soil and dented the perfect pattern of the flooring beneath him. His onyx eyes flickered to the right briefly before he completely exited the spaceship. From one glance, you could assume that the planet was deserted and devastated and yet it was filled with people.
His race did not care much for living the way others did. The useless possessions, the superficial desires; all of those were trivial. All that ran through their blood was fighting, and taking. Food could also be added to the list. As long as those desires were satisfied, saiyans were pleased. Though some conditions could be added to the requirements.
At the moment, those needs were technically filled yet he barely took any pleasure from them. Saiyans were proud and currently someone – rather something – was trying to abolish that pride. Frieza; a ruthless lizard that took it upon himself to rule the universe. Even the powerful saiyans – his people – were not able to break him. Instead, they were bending to his will.
Frieza knew Saiyans were a forceful asset to his army, so he spared them. Though, he still kept them on a tight leash. They were forced to do his dirty work and were treated like dogs in exchange. They had to obey his every command or be punished by death. Sometimes, it seemed like an answer but Saiyans never cowered out of anything. They fought with all they had, considering death on the battlefield as the only way to leave.
A few times they attempted to dethrone the lizard, but every attempt was futile. None of them gave up though because their secret weapon still remained. A long time ago there was a saiyan who reached a level never heard of, one that was unbeatable considering the immense power it gave. Many people believed it to be legend but he knew better. The reason behind that confidence was the fact that he would reach it; he would be a supersaiyan.
It was in his blood, he was the Prince. His father couldn't do it but Vegeta could feel it running through his veins. The power would be his.
From the day Frieza took over, he did nothing but train. Except when he was sent on missions, but he still considered it training. From the moment he rose to the instant he passed out from exhaustion, he was over working his body. Leisure was not a luxury that he could afford. He would save his world and triumph. Once he would become a supersaiyan, they would all follow him and nothing would be able to stop him. Then, he would eliminate Frieza, and become the strongest being in the universe.
His whole life, every instant, was dedicated to destroying the evil that took hold of his world. Every day, he had to pretend, act as if he was obedient to the lizard. Everything was a lie, every day was pain and suffering. If he wasn't killing someone, he was killing his own body. There was no escape, no other choices.
Of course, it did not take him much time to notice that he was not making a lot of progress. In the others' eyes, he improved greatly over the years but he was aware of the truth. It wasn't fast enough. If he kept his current rhythm, it would take him years to reach his goal. He didn't have that much time ahead of him. It was because of that current dilemma that they – the saiyan race –began to search for a solution.
And they found one.
It was not an easy task. For three years, they did an extensive search of the universe to try and find the one race that could offer them what they required. They tried many, sometimes they took them away by force and sometimes they came out of their own will because they knew what was good for them, yet none of them could provide him with what he sought.
Until now.
At least he hoped so.
Vegeta was tired of failure and he was getting greatly aggravated by the situation. He didn't stand for weakness and disappointment. Though this time apparently the person came highly recommend and there was no way he could fail. Vegeta wasn't sure why they were so absolutely convinced but he never had a chance to ask because of Frieza.
After they found this person, a team set out to bring him on the planet. Vegeta would have gone personally but Frieza sent him on a purging mission which made it impossible. Now however, he was back, and would be the one to inspect this so-called scientist. He saw a few hundreds of them in the past years and he knew how to spot flaws with one look. This one would be no different. If he was useless, he would be destroyed and shown no mercy.
In spite of that, if this person turned out to be the right one, they would have to handle the situation extremely carefully. Frieza could not find out about this. If he did all their hopes would be reduced to dust and all their hard work would be for nothing. But he didn't waste many thoughts over that since Vegeta knew how to be discreet and dissimulate anything.
Frieza wasn't too present on Vegetasei, which would also make it much easier to hide the scientist. Hiding the inventions though might be another problem. He wasn't sure how they were going to fix that one yet but it wasn't on top of his priority list. First, he needed to find a competent person whom he'd hold in the palm of his hand. It was usually very easy; all he had to do was threatened them and every races went to their knees for him.
Slowly, he began closing the last few meters which separated him from the gigantic wooden doors of the castle. Many people bowed at his sight and he ignored them as per usual. He was of royal blood and extremely important; his time and attention was only directed to those who deserved it and that applied to a very limited amount of people. The rest were a waste of his time.
"My Prince, should I run you a bath?" one of the servants inquired as she observed him and his outfit which was completely covered in dirt.
He dismissed the girl with a hand gesture before venturing further into the castle. He would have ignored the people rushing to his side if one of them weren't Nappa.
He was a tall bald saiyan whom was by his side since his birth. He could be extremely annoying but he was part of the elite class and proved to be useful during certain situations. Nappa also knew when not to bother Vegeta, so if he was present at the moment it meant something important required his immediate attention.
All he could do was hope it had nothing to do with the scientist. Today was not exactly his day and the last thing he needed was another failure.
"Make it quick," Vegeta said as he kept walking to save time.
Nappa almost gulped as he tried to talk to him without infuriating him. "Well you see, we are having some problems with the scientist." How could he put it? "She's feisty."
She? Vegeta frowned slightly before nodding and adjusting his course slightly. He planned to see his father one on one first, but it would be delayed. Apparently, a whole army of saiyans couldn't handle a she. How useless were his men? What a disgrace.
"Where is she from?" Vegeta inquired with his scowl never fading away.
"Earth," Nappa answered quickly.
Knowing Vegeta probably didn't know much about a distance weak planet, he handed him a folder which contained information about humans. Vegeta rudely snatched it from him before his eyes traveled over the sheets while he kept moving forward. The first thing that struck him was how weak they were. Surely they could handle her, could they not? Pathetic. If she didn't want to behave then they had to make her.
When Vegeta finally reached his destination he was graced with a circle of saiyans – he assumed the woman was in the middle of it – and his father. Usually, King Vegeta didn't bother examining the candidates, and Vegeta was quite surprised to see him there though he didn't allow the emotion to reach his facial features. Hopefully, he didn't have hidden intentions.
"Father," Vegeta said before bowing ever so slightly.
King Vegeta's eyes snapped in direction of his son before he let a smirk reach his lips. He nodded his head a little prior to re-focusing his attention on the girl in front of him. She was something, he had to give her that. Completely weak, powerless, and defenseless, but she had quite the mouth on her. Though she could not back it up, or execute any threat that rolled past her lips, she still screamed it loud and clear.
Such attitude was not usually tolerated, but her intellectual capacities kept her alive. He snapped people's neck for a lot less, but – as hard as it was for him to admit– they needed her. She – and her father – were the only one so far who were able to demonstrate great skills. They could provide saiyans with a gravity machine, and many training equipment that was not invented anywhere else yet.
They heard about the Briefs family from another planet, which received small training bots from them. A team was sent to investigate them, and the results were fructuous. The old man was their first choice, especially after he demonstrated a small version of something he called a gravity room, however things did not go according to what they planned.
From the tale King Vegeta was told, it appeared that the man's daughter barged in, and aggressively voiced her opinion and that her old father would not make a dangerous trip into outer space to work for some ruthless monkeys. But saiyans never took no for an answer and obviously the proper threats were made. If humans weren't going to help, then what was the point of Earth remaining intact?
As expected, it worked. It was the fragility of weak races, and how they let their emotions and attachments lead their lives that ruined them. A saiyan wouldn't give in such a way, which was also why they were superior.
Though they gave in to the saiyans' demands, after much discussion, it seemed she offered herself instead of her father. The older man assured his daughter could do the same work he could, and apparently made no attempt to stop her and the King could now understood why. However, they were now stuck with her. Though he was willing to put up with hearing her loud voice as long as some results were shown. Still, he would insist on her politeness towards her superiors.
The King was older, and though he was merciless, he had much more patience than his son. As long as she respected him, she would be allowed a few slip-ups – oh and also on the conditions that some work was going to be accomplished of course. He had a feeling his son Vegeta wouldn't see it the same way. Especially since Frieza took over, the boy liked to have control over everyone who was beneath him. This girl would be no exception.
His son could hardly be blamed though. It was in their blood to dominate and currently that instinct was being crushed. After all, wasn't he allowing the woman to remain alive, only because they needed her? With that mouth of hers, she would have been destroyed already if she weren't useful. Perhaps in the end, his son would be the one to teach her courtesy.
As long as the girl remained unharmed to a certain extent, he wouldn't get involve in whatever business his son found with her. Her being alive was the only thing that mattered, for the rest, she could be a useless toy if his son wished.
Vegeta headed in direction of the guards who moved away to let him pass. As more of them got out of the way, they revealed the person they were trying to keep under control while not killing her- which was an amazingly difficult task for Saiyans. If someone didn't obey, you killed them; those were the rules. Now their instincts were itching for them to do so, but they couldn't.
Vegeta's expression never altered even as she came in view. There she was, standing in the middle with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her cerulean eyes twinkled with fury as she laid eyes upon him. Her long blue locks were messy, probably from attempting to fight, or because she was clearlyinsane and threw a fit. He also did not miss the purple bruise on her left cheek and the deep cut on her upper lip.
How foolish of her.
She gave him her coldest glare and he brushed it off as if it was nothing.
"My Prince, this is Bulma Briefs and she -"
He dismissed the guard quickly with a hand gesture, cutting him off in the process.
Vegeta didn't care about who she was since all that interested him was what she could do. He closed the distance between them and his onyx eyes narrowed as he observed her in whole. Although it bothered him greatly, especially considering how weak her race was, he had to admit that except for the exotic hair and eye color, she could look like a tailless saiyan.
The thought disgust him. Though it might proved to be useful since they would have to keep her incognito.
He could see in her eyes the urge to snap at him, and she looked as if she was biting her tongue to hold herself back. Most of the people they brought over were shaking, trembling; cowards. She seemed to be a bit different, though considering she was the weakest of them all she should be the one to fear for her life. Then again, feeble creatures tended to be idiots.
Vegeta finally looked away from her. He was conflicted as he liked and despised her attitude at the same time but at least she inspired confidence. She had to know what she was doing since she believed she had enough skills to be kept alive. It was already a step in the right direction.
"Conditions?" he asked to no one in particular.
A short hair saiyan moved forward, a smirk on his face. "She does as she is told and we do not destroy her planet."
As that sentence was spoken, he noticed the way she burrowed her eyebrows together in frustration. Obviously the terms didn't please her. Though, he couldn't care less. Apparently her skills came highly recommended, and she was supposed to be able to produce what he desperately needed. He could have asked her the questions directly, but it was much more entertaining to watch her squirm while he ignored her as if she was not important enough to be talked to.
"Show me," he demanded, referring to her work. He wanted to see the actual work or at least blue prints and plans.
As the Prince backed away from her slightly, Bulma felt her anger rise within her. He took no account of her and acted like she was invisible, or not even there! Of course, such a display of rudeness did not even faze her, not after what his people did. What kind of people barge in and demand something of someone and threaten to blast the whole planet away if they didn't obey?
Clearly they left her family with very little choice.
Though she much preferred herself in that situation than her father. He was too soft, they would have walked all over him. Plus, he was too old to be put under such stress. She could do the same work he could but she could handle them better, at least she hoped so. Although, from the looks some of those disgusting monkeys were giving her, she wasn't sure she felt safe.
Then again with them, she'd never be safe.
Bulma was only there for lack of better option. Usually when someone offered a threat of that caliber, they didn't go through with it but they had showed her they could kill without mercy by blasting away a third of her city. She might be stubborn but she was no fool, which was why she agreed to this. She was not doing this to be a hero and save her planet. Not that she did not care about Earth but… it was mostly to perhaps rescue herself, and her family.
It was a tad bit selfish, but she was the one putting her life on the line after all, meaning she was allowed such selfish actions.
Now though, she had to put up with them and especially him. It was already hard to get those bastards to keep their hands off of her but she now had to deal with someone who obviously had an inflated ego problem. If he had questions about her work, he should ask her not them. What did they know? It was obvious by their rough appearances that they didn't know the first thing about inventions and technology.
Disgusting, stinking, caveman, idiotic, moronic, brain dead monkeys!
Her eyes glanced in his direction as he glanced over the blueprints she brought, and she couldn't help the emotion of fury stirring up inside of her. Everything about him just infuriated her even more. His stupidgravity defying hair, his shortness, and his arrogance. Though the last one was a trait to be expected from a Prince but nonetheless.
If it weren't for her anger, she probably would have allowed herself a few tears. After all, she was just taken away from the only world she ever knew, and she was at their complete mercy. How long until their patience reached their limits? They needed her, but they didn't owe her anything. If something happened, they could always get her father and forced him to help without telling him she was dead.
Her life was in their hands and it was perhaps the scariest thought that ever crossed her mind. Life as she knew it was over and she was too well aware of that.
All the ones she loved, all the things she did; it could all go away in the blink of an eye.
Vegeta folded the blueprints carefully. After all, they needed to be intact if he wanted the useless woman to build him his gravity room. Once he was done, he put them back on the table before re-focusing his attention back on her. Not to his surprise, she wasn't gazing his way and probably trying to get back to him in her own way.
Instead of being polite, and waiting for him to lay eyes on her, she was looking through one of the windows like something interesting was occurring. Foolish girl; did she not know he could smell her rage and fury? It was laced with her scent.
He had to admit from what he saw so far her work was decent. Vegeta never saw anything like it before and if it was true that it would work, then she might just be allowed to keep her life and her planet. Though she would not be granted any margin of error. If she failed, they would all be dead.
Enough time had been wasted already.
"You. Woman."
Her whole body stiffened. Woman? Obviously displeased by his lack of manners, she didn't answer. If he was finally going to talk her, he could at least address her properly. She didn't care about his title or his strength.
Vegeta closed his eyes from a brief moment and everyone in his vicinity nearly winced. If there was one thing the Prince despised, it was being ignored. Especially by a commoners like her. Vegeta's hand crisped into a fist as he walked closer to her. He was royalty and he would not be treated in such a fashion. She owed him respect.
When Bulma suddenly felt him being too close, she tilted her head to the side slightly, catching a glimpse of him. Though she didn't allow her body language to change, she had to admit the look in his eyes was terrifying. Did she already push him over his limit? Apparently he wasn't used to people not doing exactly what he wanted. A part of her wanted to be over confident since she already knew how to push his buttons but the other half feared his reaction.
Suddenly, he did a sound that resembled a chuckle mixed with a scoff. Perhaps it was time to let her in on the secret. "I can smell your emotions, Woman."
Her eyes widened a bit and she turned her head so he could not longer see her face. Apparently she didn't know much about saiyans yet but she'd have to be careful since they had a powerful nose.
A little surprised by his statement, she failed to notice the darkness in his voice. Bulma had no idea what kind of people she was up against.
Sometimes in their toughest time, people will go to the limit of their capacities to obtain what they want.
Before she could spin around, she felt him right behind her. For a second, the thought of fearing for her life crossed her mind. They were murderers and they proved it. Her heart began to hammer in her chest and he smirked as he heard it pound. It was his favorite sound; the prey's heartbeat ramming within the chest as it felt its last moment slip away. At that instant, he could have wrapped his fingers around her slender neck and watched the life leave her body.
But he restrained himself.
Not only because he needed her but because despite every signal her body was sending she kept a stoic, defying expression upon her features.
"How long will it take you to build this?" he inquired with a firm tone.
They wasted enough time finding someone who could do the job. Now he expected her to do it quick. Vegeta still felt annoyed by her lack of respect but he would deal with it in due time. If he damaged her now, then it would only delay the process further. But once she was done, then she'd get what was coming her way.
Bulma tried to avoid glancing his way just to not give him that power. "By myself, two weeks."
"Too long," he quickly answered. "How many people do you required to complete it in three days?"
Her blue eyes widened for a brief second. Three days? "Ten people that know what they're doing." If they stuck her with idiots, like she had a feeling they would, then it would be worthless since all they would do was slow her down.
His frown deepened and he didn't miss the insult that was disguised in her sentence. Obviously she was underestimating saiyans, thinking all they had was brutal force. His fist tightened as he kept his rage under control, something he rarely did.
He required the machine. At least, it was what he kept repeating to himself. Why did competent people have to be so infuriating? He could picture himself right now squeezing the air out of her lungs, watching her fall lifeless upon the ground.
He barely tolerated Frieza's insults, and the lizard could kill him. He wouldn't take any from her. Today was her lucky day and it wouldn't happen again.
"You'll have your team, but you have three days. No more," he warned before turning his back on her. "You'll start tomorrow at dawn."
Her eyes narrowed as she observed him leave, completely not caring about her or her situation. But honestly did she expect any different? They did not consider her feelings when they brought her to this forsaken planet, why would it be any better now that she was here?
"Bring her to her room," Vegeta ordered before fully disappearing from her sight.
At least she would have her own space.
She rose from the ground slowly, her ribs painfully stinging after the beating they gave her when she fought back. Considering their strength, it could have been a lot worse.
A sigh escaped her lips as she began to follow one of the girls, feeling a bit safer with the female gender than with the males. Their eyes were burning her skin and she didn't like it. It only helped to add to her previous statement about them; savage beasts. She would have hoped for a lock on her door but they could easily break it down so it would be pointless.
All she could do was pray she was labeled off limits.
-F-
A deep sigh escaped her lips as she dropped her heavy body on the ground. The last little while was extremely tiring. Even though she didn't remember much of her trip in space, she was drained. The whole time they locked her into a small room, which even lacked a window. They might treat like a slave but she was grateful to be by herself instead of with those saiyans.
Now, she had to build a machine for them so that they could grow stronger. Weren't they powerful enough? Why did they require more strength? Of course the situation was not explained to her at all. Apparently she was supposed to obey their orders, and not ask a single question.
Bulma knew it was better for her survival to follow that path, but her mind wouldn't allow it. Though she might have to put a damper on the whole fighting back thing. At least until her injuries were healed.
But she would not let them break her.
She never permitted anyone to walk all over her before and she wasn't about to start now. Though coming out harshly and asking was probably not the best way to go, and she did intend on remaining alive. Perhaps she would be able to extract some information from her team? Subtly of course.
Her brain pulsed painfully, letting her know it was being overworked.
When Bulma didn't know how to deal with her emotions, she allowed her anger to get the best out of her. She was never weak in front of anybody. But right now, it was hard to remain strong. She didn't know how long she would be here with no one by her side. It reminded her how insane she was for leaving like that although she did not have a choice in the first place.
Except her parents, nobody knew where she went.
Yamcha.
Her boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend.
Actually, they never really were together. They were sort of involved but it did not lasted very long. Yamcha had a very wandering eye, and Bulma couldn't stand sharing the person who was supposed to be the love of her life. It led to a huge fight, but in the end, they remained friends.
But now that she was on this strange planet filled with hungry males, she almost wished she had Yamcha with her. Perhaps if she was with him, this situation wouldn't seem as horrible. Plus, losing her virginity to a good friend sounded much better than being a Saiyan's whore.
…would they do that to her?
She did not even know if they would keep their promise.
Quickly, Bulma shook her head. Now wasn't the time to dwell on such thoughts. She made the adult decision to come here instead of letting her father sacrifice himself and there was no going back. Perhaps if she fulfilled their demands quickly enough, they would release her. If not, she could only hope they would do it once they accomplished whatever it was they were trying to do.
Her hopes were low.
Her heart heavy, she dragged herself away from the bed, and approached the window. This place was so different from Earth. The ground was the color of blood, there were three bright white moons and earlier on she noticed the sky was tainted orange. This wasn't her home. This was hell. She was surrounded by fire and pain.
Slowly she turned her back to the window, not wanting to glance at the outside world anymore. It didn't matter what it looked like, she wasn't here for sight seeing. Her goal was to finish the GR, provide them with what they needed, and see that Prince as little as possible.
If she could manage to do that and prevent any incidents from happening, perhaps this wouldn't be such a nightmare.
Bulma glued her lips together before closing her eyes.
Perhaps she should try to get some sleep before it was too late. She had a feeling the Prince would be true to his words and would barge in her room to wake her up at the first crack of dawn. She gazed in direction of the bed, pondering the issue before she decided she couldn't sleep. Her mind was too focused and her heart was filled with many emotions.
She would still be able to perform though. She went weeks without sleeping in the past and she still completed her work.
Her blue orbs flickered in direction of the door which looked extremely tempting at the moment. Although it was a terrifying place to be, filled with dangerous strangers, her sense of adventure was tickling her.
She used to dive in and explore at the first chance she got. Of course, she never went anywhere truly dangerous. And she was supposed to avoid trouble – for the time being. But – but she was a scientist damn it. A whole new race. Technology. She was in a royal castle and she'd be stuck in a room the whole time?.
But, she wasn't a prisoner was she? At least not one like on Earth.
They weren't treating her like one by offering her such a nice room right?
At the worse, she could say she was looking for a missing blue prints or something that fell. It would sound credible right? Plus, she was small enough to sneak herself through the halls without really being noticed… at least she hoped.
Bulma took a few steps in direction of the door and put her hand on the handle. She shouldn't do this. Why did she have the urge to? The safest thing was to stay put. But then again it was exactly what they wanted from her and she just wanted so badly to go against their wishes.
One act of rebellion to soothe the rage in her heart.
In a last moment of doubt, she closed her eyes snf then gathered the courage to open the door.
Time to take a risk.
-F-
Vegeta emerged from the shower, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He ran his fingers through his thick mane of black hair before shaking his head slightly and getting rid of the excess of water which was pulling his hair down. He wanted for this shower to calm his nerves down but he found himself more annoyed than before.
It was that damn woman.
He was used to having people fawn over him, especially females. Why wouldn't they? But her, she was so arrogant and disrespectful. He wanted nothing more but to teach her a lesson. Lately, he was under a lot of stress, and he didn't need some weakling talking back to him. His saiyans instincts were itching but he tried to push the urge aside.
Her shrieking that she called a voice echoed in his head. The mouth on the woman. When this was over, when she was no longer useful…he'd strangle her and watch as the light in her blue eyes would go out.
Usually, Vegeta had good control over his emotions, and he wouldn't let this situation get the best of him. If he could put up with Frieza for months, he could handle a silly human girl. As he entered his bedroom, his eyes glanced to his empty large bed. Perhaps some company was what he required to relax himself.
As he kept drying his wet skin, the thought of ordering for someone to come play seemed more and more appealing.
Suddenly, he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of an unfamiliar footstep. Vegeta knew everyone and could always recognize who was coming his way. This time though, he didn't which could only mean one thing. It was her. He frowned as he wondered what she was doing out of her room and then he headed for the door.
Quickly and fast, he opened his door and caused her to jump when they found themselves nearly face to face.
Bulma couldn't help but gasp in surprise at the unexpected intrusion. She was extremely quiet; how did he find out she was there? She opened her mouth ready to speak but no words came out.
There he was standing in front of her, naked, still dripping wet from taking a shower – at least she assumed. His eyes were cold like death and he waited for her to explain herself. It didn't take her too long to realize that if she didn't provide a reason for her little walk, he might believe she was trying to escape.
"I lost a blueprint," she quickly said while never looking away. If she showed fear, he would know she was lying.
"You didn't."
Oh what, he could smell a lie too? She exhaled deeply before biting on her bottom lip. "So it's forbidden to walk now?" she snapped at him.
His eyes narrowed as he kept his anger in check. She did not know when to shut her big mouth. He snapped necks for less than this. He let a few things slide but this was too much. He took a step forward, and he was almost intimidating.
Bulma held in her breath, unconsciously, as she waited for his next action. She was almost afraid that if she made a brusque movement, he'd kill her.
There it was again; the sound of her heart pounding.
He closed his eyes, allowing himself to hear it better. He chased away all other distraction to only have her heartbeat echo in his mind. It was different from saiyans, or most aliens he encountered. It was appealing to his predator side, while being soothing at the same time.
The animalistic look on his face sent a quick shiver down her spine but she kept her stand. She would not let him overpower her. She licked her dry lips before clearing her throat. Bulma was about to announce her departure but then decided that she didn't need to alert him of her every movement.
She was her own person after all.
Slowly, she spun around and tried to hurry her steps to leave his vicinity. In spite of that, as she was about to distance herself from him, she felt a strong grip on her wrist. Bulma almost yelped in pain but managed to keep quiet. The sting of his hold brought tears to her eyes yet she did not allow them to fall.
It didn't take long for the scent of her tears to reach him and he smirked. He could feel her pulse with his fingers. Vegeta was tired of her attitude and he did not spend more than five minutes in the same room with her yet. Perhaps it was time to lay down some ground rules.
After all, he would have to spend some time with her if he wanted her inventions to be exactly like he wanted. She'd be turned into his personal technology slave. Anything he required, she had to build. If something broke, she had to come running to fix it. If he had to put up with her and waste time in her awful presence, she needed to learn how to respect her superior.
He yanked her closer, her back hitting his chiseled chest. He twisted her arm, keeping her trapped. She held her breath when she felt his limp member pushing against her buttocks.
"I'm not like them," he finally said as he drilled holes in the back of her head with his eyes. "They've gone easy on you because they think you're useful." Technically she was, but he wouldn't let her know that. Moreover, he didn't depend on people; he hated that.
"I won't hesitate to eliminate you if I have to." While still holding on to her wrist, he approached her face, his hot breath tickling her ear. "You will learn your place in this castle."
Despite her red cheeks and embarrassment from the close proximity, Bulma furrowed her eyebrows together, her rage slowly rising. She was about to reply with a comment of her own when she felt his breathe lower onto her neck. Her whole body froze at the unexpected movement. Why was he so close? Slowly, the hold he had on her wrist loosened a bit and she almost cringed.
"Beneath me," he almost whispered, sending a shiver down her spine. Though she wasn't sure if it was one of fear or of twisted pleasure.
At her reaction, his smirk only grew wider. He released her complete before turning around and heading back into his room, leaving her standing there like an idiot.
What a trouble some woman she was already.
It took Bulma a few second to exhale deeply. She regained control of her body and quickly spun around to glare at his door. She hated herself for not reacting but she hated him more. She humphed before holding her head high, and heading back to her bedroom. This defeat tasted bittersweet and she would remember it.
He might have won this battle but the war was far from over.
If he thought she would just bow to him like all the others, he had another thing coming.
Nobody treated Bulma Briefs like that.
-F-
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