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The Prince & The Scientist	By : Maddiesan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 1641 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
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AN: Thank you for the kind words.
The Prince & The Scientist
Part 2
A strong wind whistled through the quiet night, brushing the leaves out of the nearby trees. Sand washed up on the shore, building up pile of wet sand. The water was drowning the shore, engulfing the feet of saiyans that were standing guard near the tall, imposing grey castle. A faint yellow color was disappearing beneath the mountains and horizon as the third sun finally broke the horizon, joining the other two suns already shining up in the sky. Everything was tones of red as the day finally began to light up the shaded planet. Saiyans were already gearing up for missions and most had left by the time the first sun rose into the sky. Frieza visited quite often and he did not appreciate it when his soldiers lack behind. It gave everyone an extra motivation to try harder.
Meanwhile, in a dark room in the middle of the castle, no light was shining.
And a girl laid in a cot, unable to sleep. Her eyes were blood shot from the night that had passed and the lack of sleep she had inflicted upon her body. When they had first kidnapped her and torn her from everything she knew, she had been choleric, rage pumping through her blood. After hours alone in the darkness, other emotions began to flow through her. It was not a dream; it was her new reality - there was no waking up from this nightmare; she was at the mercy of monsters. There was bile in her throat and her guts were twisted as she thought of what might become of her. Here, she could let herself be weak and scared. Here, they could not see her. But the moment she stepped outside that door, she was at his mercy - and then she had to be strong. If she wanted to puke, if she wanted to cry, she had to do it now.
He was the worst of them all.
She was only here because he ordered it and one day she would find a way to get back at him. He might think he owned her because he kidnapped her and blackmailed her into doing his biddings but he had another thing coming. She did not belong to anyone. She was letting herself wallow in self-pity now, to get it out of the way. Her heart was all the way up her throat and it was the only way to lessen the pressure in her chest. Once she would see his dark eyes again, rage would seep through her blood and she would be merciless as he was. She was going to survive this and she was going to make him pay for this.
It would be the lifeline she would hold on to make it out of here.
She sat up in the bed before bringing her knees to her chest. They would come and get her soon and she would be pure fiery but for now, she would be a scared girl alone in space.
Unfortunately for her, she was not allowed that little moment as a powerful knocked threatened to break her door as it shook under the pressure. They knocked? That was surprising coming from them since she did not picture them as anything more than brutal, rude, uncivilized monsters. Why in the world would they knock? She expected them to come and get her kicking and screaming. This was almost suspicious. Was she expected to open the door, or was she to answer them?
"What?" she finally barked at the door.
She let her legs unfold and then, she threw them over the edge of the bed. She was not about to let them see how broken she was by this. Although, there was still the problem of their stupid noses. She really needed to find a solution against that - she refused to be at their constant mercy. She was not about to let them smell her every time they wanted an answer.
"Prince Vegeta orders you to begin your work immediately."
He was ordering her? They had to be fucking kidding her. They did realize that he was their prince but that he was not hers right? And what was this? They wanted her to begin working but they had not even given her the basic of human survival.
"Well he can wait because I am not ready."
She needed to eat, she needed to bathe… and she did not even have the first clues as to where to find any of the things that she needed. On top of it all, her tiny, closed off bedroom did not even come with a freaking bathroom! What in the world was she supposed to do? Pee herself? They had to eat no? Or they had to have bodily functions. Her thoughts were interrupted when she realized that the saiyans on the other side of the door had yet to speak. Had he been left perplexed by her answer? Surely they expected her to be a good little obedient slave to their master. It worked both ways - she needed them to not die and they needed her for her machine. As long as she proved she could do the work, they would not kill her.
She hopped from the bed and then began to tap her foot; surely they would be breaking the door soon now. And yet, despite how long she waited, nothing happened. Oh. They had decided not to deal with her personally. No, instead, they were probably being good little slaves, and reporting all of this to Vegeta. And now he would be the one dragging her out of the room by her hair. Good. She wanted him to know she would go down fighting.
Although she had to get ready - it would not be pleasant.
-T-
Hurry little monkey.
Those were the words buzzing in his ears at the moment, traveling through him through his scouter. Vegeta was slowly dressing himself, a scold adorning his features as he slipped on his slave uniform. Today was not going as he planned. He was supposed to set up the stupid woman in her secret lab but instead - instead he would be running errands for Frieza. Usually, Vegeta was not in such a rush to do missions an idiot could do but this time - he could not afford a visit from Frieza. The further he stayed from the planet, the better. Unfortunately, that also meant that idiots would be handling the woman and last time they had proved to be completely useless. Hopefully this time would be better.
He was about to slip on his glove when an annoying presence nagged at him. Apparently he was wrong. "I am very certain that I sent you to retrieve that screeching woman." It was not a question, it was a dangerous reminder of the order that had been assigned to him.
The guard cleared his throat, a flash of fear in his eyes. "She said that she was not ready."
"And you left?" he asked, the vein on the side of his head slowly pulsing. Surely he had not entrusted such an important mission to such a moron.
"We were told not to harm her."
"That does not mean you cannot drag her out." He scoffed. "Afraid she'll hit you?" The order not to harm her meant to not kill her. It said nothing about dragging her weak ass out of that room.
"I'll get her immediately my Prince." He offered a quick bow and scampered off rapidly.
He was not letting him get away with it that easily. He caught up to the weaker saiyan in a matter of seconds and wrapped his fingers around his neck. All it took was one motion to break his neck. He let the lifeless body drop to the ground. It seemed that he could not trust anybody to do their job. He had to take matters into his own hands. If she wanted to be a bitch, he would treat her like one. She overestimated how merciful he was. He was never shown any mercy and he never showed anyone any. She was about to learn he had no time for childishness and spoilted attitude. If she could not learn to respect him and his people she would not be supplied with anything.
Fortunately for him, he had the element of surprise to help him. She could not hear him coming. He on the other hand could smell her; she reeked of arrogance. He was about to put her in her place. His gloved hand grabbed the handle and he rapidly swung it open, startling her.
A yelp was heard coming from her as her eyes narrowed on his form. She did not think he would show up that quickly. After all, he could not have been bothered to get her. And he did not even knock. His slaves at least were polite.
"You."
"It's Prince Vegeta to you, woman."
"It's Miss Bulma Briefs to you Prince of all Assholes."
Before she could even blink, he was standing in front of her. She meant to snap at him but she suddenly found herself voiceless. His left hand wrapped itself around her throat, cutting off her air supply. The rough fabric of his glove scratched her skin as he lifted her off the ground, forcing her feet to dangle into the emptiness. She tried to grab his arms, tried to claw at him but he was putting too much distance between them. And he was amused by her reaction. If he applied a little bit more pressure, he would silence her and her vulgar mouth forever. He loved the flash of fury in her eyes; she was fighting until the very end. It was useless because he had the upper hand but it was entertaining.
"It seems you did not take my warning seriously."
Her planet might be fill with weaklings, but Vegetasei dealt with insolence with consequences. Perhaps once she had a taste of the price to pay, she would listen. He could not wait for her usefulness to run out. He loosened his hold on her neck and let her feet loudly hit the ground. He laid his hand on the small of her back before crushing her chest to his. Once his grip on her was steady, he flipped her around and tucked her under his side like a useless luggage. She was waving her arms around, struggling, but he pretended to be deaf to her cries.
"Let go of me you monkey!" she screamed while trying to kick his side. What in the world did he think he was doing! Man handling her? The nerve of him!
As if she could hurt him. That word though - someone else he disliked used it. She was pushing his buttons and she did not want to find out what happened when he ran out of patience. "You cannot hurt me you foolish woman."
Her fists and punches were mere tickles to him. He could kill her for attempting to harm him but that would mean considering her as a threat and she was not. She did not have enough strength in her to ever endanger him. Plus, if he used up his worst punishments now, he would have to kill her much sooner than anticipated and he wanted to avoid that. One step at a time. She appeared to be a high maintenance female and he was convinced she would not be pleased with her new accommodations.
"PUT ME DOWN!" she shrieked.
He felt a pounding in his head and he glared; she was giving him a headache. There was always ways to shut her down. A smirk stretched his lips and while she was busy making his ears bleed, he whooshed his tail around until he wrapped it around her head. He allowed it to come close to her mouth, shutting her lips and fully covering them with his furry appendage. He made sure to apply enough pressure so that she could not bite and then he kept heading towards the lower floor.
Regardless of his actions, she silently screamed and kicked the whole way.
-T-
"You're late little monkey."
Frieza spun around on his chair, turning to look at his precious little pet. He did not miss the squeaking coming from Vegeta's spandex gloves as he crisped his hands into fists. He took pleasure in watching him hold back the fury growing inside of him. He was waiting for the day he would step out of line. The saiyans were useless but they were not necessary. He could easily find other things to take care of his problem.
Vegeta on the other hand was trembling with rage. He knew what was coming next; he would have to do something that broke him inside every day. He would have to bow to the monster that enslaved his entire planet. Before, when he was younger and reckless, he would use fight it, he used to take every beating and every punishment that was thrown his way. He learned. There was no point in wasting all of his energy getting beaten up. It was preventing him from getting stronger. He learned to sacrifice his pride, no matter how much it killed him, and he learned to choose his battles.
And despite knowing all that, he still had yet to bow.
"You know better, monkey."
His fists were shaking by his sides and despite how much Frieza wanted him to look down, he never did. He did however let his knee lower to the ground until it hit the cold hard floor. After a moment, he had no other choices; he dipped his head forward, his imposing mane of hair still pointing towards the ceiling.
"Gouru, bring Vegeta to his pod," Frieza said as he brought his wine glass to his lips. "And remember, I want the device and only the device. There better be nothing more than dust left when you are done or it is your home that will be nothing more than dust."
The constant threats, the blackmail. It was all he ever heard from the very beginning.
"So this is what a monkey prince looks like? How disappointing!"
Frieza walked around Vegeta, each of his steps causing the ground beneath him to grumble. His tail was dragging behind him, reinforcing his dominance over the proud little saiyan. Honestly, he had heard the rumors and he expected more than a short angry little boy. However, he remained a child which was more useless to him than the old king. He could not be turned into anything. This little one he could turn into a perfect soldier. If he kept dangling the fate of his world in front of him, he would do as he said. He would tell him to jump, and he would ask how high. It was perfect.
"I could kill you."
Frieza laughed at the response. Yes, he could turn him into a killing machine.
"Vegeta!" his father scolded.
He was the representation of saiyan pride and he knew how important it was to never back down from a fight. However, he could not afford to do the same kind of recklessness as the other saiyans. His mistake could cost his people his life and his planet would pay the price. He could not let them all die. They would not lay down, they would fight eventually and win the war but they would not win this battle. They had to wait.
"He's pathetic. Look at him, we can kill him." His people were strong, his people were leader and fighters. Why were they all so scared of some useless lizard? He was nothing compared to them.
"Is that so?" Frieza inquired, clearly amused. He enjoyed this, he enjoyed the fight back. He would love crushing every single one of them.
If his father wanted to be weak, it did not concern him; he opted for a win. He shifted in his stance, changing for an offensive one. He would not let this lizard disrespect his people. They were the most powerful race in the world and they did not bow to anyone. He would claim what was his. He would be a leader in the place of his father.
"Do you see that extra sun that floats near your planet?"
He frowned, doubting him for a second; he was trying to use a dirty trick to distract him. However, Frieza's glance never wavered, forcing him to tilt his head slightly. He wanted to keep an eye on his enemy. Although once he finally caught sight of a giant red ball shining in the emptiness of space, he was forced to completely turn it. At first he mistakes it for a sun but he quickly rectify his mistake; it was a giant ki ball. And it was even bigger htan the whole planet. If it approached Vegetasei… or if it landed… it would destroy it completely.
"Take one more step and it's gone," he added, his tone changing. Now it was colder, menacing, finally showing a glimpse of who he was beneath the smirk. Frieza's eyes glowed red with a thirst of power Vegeta had never seen before. Not even in his own eyes.
"That's a good boy," Frieza added as Vegeta lowered his fists back down.
"Bring him to the cell."
It was now King Vegeta's turn to frown at Frieza's words. "The cell?"
"Is there a problem?"
For a moment, there was silence.
"No."
"I didn't think so."
"You can rise now."
And Vegeta did.
"Remember little monkey. Be a good boy or it will be gone before you can even return."
A toy, a pet. It was all he was to him. He had no sense of control, no power over his own life. The only power he had was to live long enough to finally get his revenge
And it would be bloody.
-T-
Two days.
He always terminated planets quickly for Frieza but never this quickly. He did not even know how he was able to get there and back this rapidly. Then again, Frieza had limited his options; he was pressing for time. His gravity room should be well on its way by now and instead, the useless woman had not even begun her work on it. Although, two days with no food - that had to break down that attitude of her. Any weakling could easily be broken. He had done it a thousand times. Luckily for her, he was in a kind, forgiving mood. His body, his skin; they were stained with the blood of his enemies. The warmth and the scent of blood permitted him to unleash all of the build up tension he had because of Frieza. He relished in taking a life and destroying a planet - it was the most relaxing thing he had ever done.
If he had to be a slave, they all had to pay the price.
Upon his return, he was greeted by a familiar face.
"Prince Vegeta."
"Not now Raditz."
"There has been a problem."
A problem. He did not enjoy the sound of that sentence. Had he not have enough problems already? He stopped in his tracks, his boot clacking against the flooring as he halted. His onyx eyes narrowed and his eyes focused on Raditz's form. His long hair, his broken down brown armor. He was useless. "What kind of problem?" He knew the answer but he asked regardless. Only one thing could be a problem.
"It's the woman."
Oh for fuck's sake. They were actually all admitting to their failure. "Are you telling me that a planet of saiyans could not handle one mere weakling?"
"We were ordered not to kill her."
Same fucking sentence. "That does not mean you cannot control her." Had he not explained that to another moron already? Right, he had killed him. Then again, it should have sent a clear message. But he had more important thing to focus on; the cell did not break her. If they had troubles with her it meant that his little plan failed to break her spirits. She was supposed to be broken and obedient and instead he was stuck with the same stubborn woman. How could they let this happen?
He was already behind on everything that needed to be done. Did it seem like he could waste more of his time trying to control her? How could she cause so much chaos when she was so easy to kill? What about her made her think she was invincible? His uncontrollable rage created waves of ki and it assured that everyone remained out of his way. It was bad because they might wonder where he was heading but he did not care. If they could not shut her up, he would. His steps were quick and it did not take him long to reach the lower dungeons of the castle. Once he arrived, he say that two saiyans were wasting their time watching over that pathetic human. It was a disgrace.
Vegeta glared down at the saiyan standing in front of him. It hardly mattered that he towered over him. "Move," he ordered as he nearly walked through him.
He obeyed and fearing for his life, the other one moved as well.
As they freed space in front of him, the old rusty bars were revealed to his eyes. He could see her blue hair sticking through them while her back was pressed to them. He expected her to turn around, to beg for her freedom but instead, she completely refused to acknowledge his presence. Apparently his punishment failed to fix her awful attitude.
"Get up," he ordered.
Once again, she refused to listen. He was dangling the fate of her useless, pathetic world above her head and yet, she insisted on defying him. If she thought he was going to keep on wasting time, she had another thing coming. He was done being nice. He grabbed a bar with his bare hands and the metal screamed beneath his touch. All it took was one yank for it to rip away from the rest of the cell. Because she had opted to turn her back on him, she was given no time to brace herself and ended up hitting the ground, head first. She yelped in pain as a throbbing spread from the base of her skull to the front of her head.
Instead of ordering her to get up again, he took matters into his own hands; he grabbed her arm and yanked her up.
"That hurts you jerk."
"Shut up," he warned, whispering into her ear. "I gave you a chance to get up on your own." She needed to learn her place and then, maybe he would not make her life a living hell.
"Why would I listen to you?" She snatched her arm away from him and he let her. "And HEY! I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to die ! And that's exactly what's going to happen if you don't feed me! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT FOOD IS?" She scoffed. "You need me."
She was clearly trying to be amusing if she thought any of that was true.
"I own your life and the life of all your stupid useless race."
"You might be blackmailing me but it doesn't mean that you own me."
"That is exactly what he means." He could not believe that weak creatures like humans never experience the true fear and power of another race. They could be decimated in the blink of an eye and yet they believed themselves so superior. "I don't give a fuck about what you want. You obey or they die."
"If you kill them I won't help you."
"I'll kill you, blow up your planet, use your father and then kill him." Did she think he had mercy in him? Did she think she could find kindness in his heart? He never had any.
She did try; she searched his soulless eyes for a sign that there was humanity in him. It was impossible that he could wipe an entire world into oblivion without caring. And yet, as she stared into the darkness of his orbs, all she saw was the reflection of her own blue eyes. There was nothing good in him. All she could see was a burning fire of rage, one that promised to live up to all the threats he had made so far.
She shivered.
And he saw it.
She wanted to fight, she wanted to scream until his ears were bleeding. She needed someone to tell her the nightmare was over and that she could return home. Fine, she had to work for him. She had asserted a certain dominance and he knew that his little tricks could not break her. She would work for him but she would never bow to him. She belonged to herself and no one else.
"You don't own me," she repeated - more for her sake than his.
He was about to glare at her to remind her of her position when he saw a flash in her eyes, a flash he recognized; forced submission. She was picking her battles. He quickly dismissed it; they were not the same. Her life was easy - she grew up in luxury and clearly she had grown to believe she was more important than he was. The cell he had shoved her in was kindness compared to what Frieza had done to him while he was growing up.
"Your work begins tonight."
Despite his anger, he did not fail to see the dark circles beneath her eyes or the tremble in her body. Her eyes were flicker from left to right and he could tell she was fighting to stay awake and alert. She probably required some nutrients as she had so quietly pointed out. It was another proof of her weakness; he had gone longer than her without nourishment. He should leave her to starve since it would assert his dominance over her but he needed her sharp. He could not afford to let her make mistakes as she built his gravity room. He would be the one stuck in the contraption and he needed it to be perfect.
"Bring her some food and then bring her to the room." He fed her because he had to but he would not give her the pleasure of addressing her as though she mattered.
As Vegeta walked away from her, Bulma took notice of his appearance for the very first time. He was disheveled, his hair out of place and stains of blood covering his whole body. For a brief instant, her heart raced; had he been true to his word? Had he gone and blown up Earth without telling her? There was no way for her to know and he would never share the truth with her. She had to hope he was a man of his words. Except she knew he was not. He was too much of a monster to be telling the truth.
The guards grabbed her and though she fought them a little, she knew she could not win. It was fine, they could have their brute strength. They were underestimating her, thinking that because she was physically weaker, she was useless. They were not considering her genius mind.
Good, it would be her secret weapon.
-T-
Life could not get any worse.
At this point, Bulma was living on the bare necessities to keep herself alive. The first time they brought her food, she decided that she whatever it was, she was not having it. It was squishy, it was purple and she did not care that she was on an alien planet; that was not food. All she did was take a few sips of it - enough to not pass out into unconsciousness. As for her living quarters - they were better. She did not have more but she enjoyed the environement a lot more. He had tossed a cot in the corner of a lab and that was about it. At least it felt more familiar to her. Also - no more bars. Instead o that, an invisible force field was keeping her locked in. She had tried to get past it but she had burned the skin off of her fingertips. It mattered not; she was a scientist. She could figure a way out of a forcefield more than a way out of the cell.
He had screwed himself.
The only problem? The toilet. It was right in the middle of the room where all the guards could see her. And she was bladder shy. She would just have to hold it in until she found something better and more private. Hopefully in the next hour or so.
"Books, ever heard of them?" she mumbled to herself knowing very well that they could hear her. "Rectangle with words in 'em."
She knew that working on his gravity room was important but it could not be the only thing she was doing. If it were so, she would slowly slip into insanity. She needed something to clear her mind; it helped her focus better. Of course, she did not expect them to understand that.
"You're supposed to work on the machine."
Surprised by the unexpected voice, she turned around. Right there, on the other side of the force field was another saiyan. He was much taller than Vegeta, his long black hair spread like a palm tree. He did however have the same dark as coal eyes. Variety was not part of the saiyan genes it seemed. Although, there was something different in his eyes, something she had not seen in the others. She let go of the tool she had been holding and instead, closed the distance between them, mindful of the barrier that threatened to burn her away.
"You were not brought here to chitchat. Get to work."
She stiffened at the sound of the familiar voice; it sent shivers down her spine. Whenever he showed up, it never meant anything good for her. She tilted her head to the side and watched him as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was dressed differently than before, his battle garments replaced by cleaner ones. Apparently he had grown weary of wearing the blood of his victims. Victims that were maybe related to her. Depending on who he had murdered.
"I can't work with an asshole hovering over my shoulder the whole time."
She noticed the raising of his chest as his anger slowly seeped in. He took a step in her direction, leaving the shadows that were hiding his face. "Do not over value your worth. This is your chance to prove that not killing you for your vulgar mouth was worth it."
Bulma crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Listen buddy, I am the most intelligent woman you'll ever meet. I can do anything." Including breaking out of this hell hole where he had shoved her - but she was not about to tell him that.
If she had been a saiyan, he would have enjoyed her pride and self-confidence. However, it was all wasted on a weak human. Everything about her set his blood burning. Blue. He hated that color. Everything about saiyans was dark and rough and she stood out amongst them. It made her weaker. Her hair was soft - weak like she was. There was not a single muscle on her body and her skin was flawless, void of any mark. One look at her and he could tell she had never been in her fight in her entire life. What kind of message did that send? She had no way of proving her dominance. His scared showed that he was a survivor.
Hers shown that she had been beaten by her guards.
And even those were barely present. He needed her up and standing so that she could build his gravity room. If a more intense punishment was required, he would be the one handling it - not them.
"Prove it," he finally dared. She ran her mouth an awful lot but he had yet to see any work. "And you might get something to eat." Something other than the garbage that could be found on Frieza's ship. Why should he waste good food on her?
"I thought I was getting a team?" She could work miracles but even she had a limit when it came to pulling off this kind of work.
"Soon." Getting her a team was rather complicated and he wanted to see if she was worth the effort. "Do you need anything else to begin?"
She scanned the area again and shrugged. "I'm gonna need a lot more metal than that." This was perhaps the most civilized conversation they ever had.
"You'll get it when you need it."
She did not understand his limitations but he was well aware of them. If he began carrying a lot of materials around, one of Frieza's little spy would notice and report to him. It was already difficult to pick who he could trust and concealing her was a job in itself. He did not know who might turn on him, even if he was the Prince. It was part of the reasons that her room was located beneath his. It allowed him to keep an eye on who was lurking around her.
That was not the answer she wanted from him but apparently it was the only one she could expect. She could begin working with what she had but she did not like it when she ran out of materials. It prevented her from planning ahead.
"Begin," he ordered when he noticed she remained there, looking at him like an idiot.
He felt the glare she tossed his way but he ignored it. Instead, he retrieved his original position of leaning agains the nearest wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "You can leave now, Kakarot."
She heard the guard turn around and leave, the door sliding close behind him. Kakarot; so that was his name.
She was not too pleased that Vegeta would be standing there, watching her but apparently it was her only option. She raised her white sleeves up to her elbows and stretched her arms out in front of her, cracking her fingers. Maybe she could tune him out and instead, pretend that she was at home, working on her own little projects. Although, his piercing gaze, watching every inch of her body would be hard to ignore. He could see right through her - all the way to her soul and it annoyed her. She did not like feeling like a caged beast while a predator was watching her, waiting to kill her.
He spent his time insulting her, reminding her of how weak she was compared to him.
And there was something about his glance. Every time he laid eyes on hr, she felt a rage take hold of her body and it sent her blood boiling. She felt like she had something to prove, as if losing and bowing to him would destroy her. She needed him to know he could not win against her. Where did that need come from? She had ran from battles before, but she could not escape this one. She wanted to win it.
He wounded her pride every chance he had and he dragged her around like she was a puppet put on this planet to serve him. He did not know her and yet he wanted to crush like he was better than her. Well he was not.
"I might be weak but I don't need anyone to help me be stronger." She inhaled deeply. "I don't need to be a bully. I know I'm good enough without having to prove myself."
Her words cut to the core. She heard his gloves crisped but he did not say a word in return.
He walked out - louder than he ever had. He wanted her to know she would pay for her words.
And she finally let out the breath she did not know she had been holding.
Maybe, just maybe that was a heart in there under all that rage, all that muscles.
She shook her head before scoffing. What kind of idiot was she? He was bathed in blood a night ago. He was a killer, a merciless monster.
Vegeta did not have a heart.
-T-
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