Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

The Light to my Darkness	By : SaiyanPrince541 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4707 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL Z, OR ANY OF THE PRIMARY CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY!! THOSE ARE ALL TORIYAMA'S!! THIS IS A NON-PROFIT, FAN-MADE STORY!!!

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
- 45-45
- 46-46
- 47-47
- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 39
- 40
- 41
Chapter 40: Sweet Revenge

The Prince had just finished his workout at fifty times Earth's gravity and exited the large Capsule ship. Ever since he got his green card to train there, the audacious blue-haired wench re-configured the system, so it would lock down if pushed past level twenty. The outraged Saiyan demanded that she fix it, however, Bulma wouldn't have it, arguing that she would only be willing to shift the maximum gravity input by ten per day, at the very most. Apparently, if he trained too hard, he'd end up hurting himself! Curse her for being so overprotective! Perhaps she was getting back at him, after what had transpired in the shower, only days earlier. No, that couldn't be it. Knowing her, she had something else in mind for that, something that wasn't quite so mild or shallow.

"Hey, Vegeta!"

Oh, speak of the devil!

"What do you want?!" He hissed.

"Just wanted to invite over for a drink, by the swimming pool." She smiled sweetly, a tiny glint of mischief behind her deep oceans of everlasting azure. It was barely perceptible, but nothing could escape the hawk-eyed attention of the flame-haired Prince. "What do you say, my Saiyan?"

"Fine!" He huffed.

Bulma giggled and led the way. They sat down opposite each other, Vegeta's perusing gaze fixed upon her rather than his chardonnay glass filled with rich, golden wine and a succulent slice of lemon, wedged on top.

"What is it?" The heiress asked, feigning innocence.

"Nothing." He replied placidly, knowing that at least one of these drinks, was surely spiked, if not both of them. Not that any human drug could possibly cause him harm, but this went a lot deeper than just that. This was a challenge that he was loath to fail! His pride and sagacity were on the line here and he needed to choose right! Moreover, nothing would be more hilarious than turning her ruse, right back on her pretty little face.

"Look, Vegeta." She sighed, her shoulders slumping and her eyes shutting for a moment. Simultaneously, an idea hit the Prince and he surreptitiously switched the indistinguishable chardonnay glasses, before she could re-open her eyes. "If you think I'm trying to fool you, you've got me all wrong."

"Fool me?" He snorted. "As if you could ever fool me."

"I wouldn't be so sure." She furrowed her thin blue brows, cautiously sipping her glass and simultaneously, eyeing her lover. Vegeta's muscles tensed for a moment, as realization dawned on him that if she had indeed overdosed the drink, things could turn out real ugly for her! No, it would be fine, he reassured himself. The Namekian brat could always heal her. Besides, she'd only taken a tiny sip, so all would be okay and if not, they could always wish her back with the dragon balls, not that he'd let it come to that.

Bulma placed the drink back on the table.

"Why aren't you drinking, Vegeta?" She yawned, eyes half-lidded all of a sudden.

'Oh, so she did spike my drink!' He smirked inwardly, as he observed the visible signs of fatigue, etch her otherwise chipper features. 'That crafty little wench. She thought she was so clever!'

"W-Well?" She mumbled, voice scarcely audible. Bulma blinked slowly and her head wobbled a little.

"Oh, my bad." His lips quirked up and in one large swoosh, he guzzled the golden beverage, before him. The heiress suddenly gave him the most sinister of smiles and at that moment, alarm overtook him, setting root deep within. Seconds later, he felt his energy defenestrate, as he was assailed by an overwhelming rush of enervation.

The female quickly stood to her feet and approached him.

"Wh-Wh-What d-did y-you-"

Bulma grabbed Vegeta's head before it smashed through the aluminum table, smirking to herself, all the while. The plan worked! Yes! She would most certainly savor the sweet taste of revenge! It was time!

XXXX

A sharp, potent smell roused the Saiyan Prince awake. The first thing he saw was a bag of salt and holding it, a waggish blue-haired female, grinning widely and stupidly. He tried talking, but the gag around his mouth completely garbled his words.

"Rurr-ish-shish?!" He demanded, attempting to say "What is this?!". Taking in his surroundings, he realized that he was firmly secured to a quilted pad, attached to a long and wide wooden table, his arms horizontally aligned. His wrists were fastened on either side of him with thick, inbuilt, black leather straps and right above them, those infernal Ki restraints, which were glowing blue, signalling their activation. He tilted his head up, shifting his gaze forward. His waist was also tightly fastened in the middle, as were his lower shins, with two adjacent, unyielding straps. His tail was completely unresponsive, lying motionless between his legs. What the hell happened to it?!

Bulma laughed like there was no tomorrow, placing a hand on her forehead, as she heard his muffled curses. This was exactly what she'd anticipated. Her mirth only augmented, as he futilely attempted to writhe and squirm his way to freedom.

"Struggle all you want, tough guy, you're mine!" She proclaimed, arms akimbo and grin as prevalent as ever.

"Ruu-Rurrinn-Riiissshhhh!" He snarled, prompting another lengthy guffaw from the heiress, to his complete chagrin. What he meant to say was: "You fucking bitch!".

As Bulma finally cooled down, she cracked her neck a few times and rolled her shoulders back, before climbing on the table and bestriding the stroppy Saiyan's naked chest, with her bare, porcelain legs, skin on skin. Vegeta's eyes widened and only now did he realize that she was dressed in naught but her underwear and a spaghetti strapped, lavender singlet. He instantly felt his member begin to harden.

"Mmmm, looks delicious." Bulma licked her lips as her eyes turned towards the leaning tower, protruding from his near skin-tight spandex shorts. Vegeta's cheeks instantly went aflame. Damn this wily little seductress! What had she done to him?! And what about his tail?! "Anyway." She turned her impish eyes back to his. "First of all, let me assure you that your tail's gonna be alright within a few hours. I just sedated it, is all." He let out an inwards sigh of relief at that. "Didn't want it to interfere, before I got my game going. That aside, however, you're probably wondering what this place is."

He frowned at her, in a silent gesture for her to go on.

"This is what I call my 'treatment lab'." She announced. "I seized one of the guest rooms for myself but don't worry, you and I are the only ones here. I've soundproofed the walls, the ceiling and the floor, so no one's gonna know what I'm about to do to you."

"Rrrurr?" He uttered, his attempt at asking "what?". A rush of unsettlement coursed through him, alongside a sense of thrill that he tried suppressing.

"But first of all, you're probably wondering how I managed to get you here." She went on. "You see, that wine you drank was completely non-alcoholic and roughly 70% Xanax powder. Normally that wouldn't be near enough to bring down the mighty 'Prince of all Saiyans'." She did her best Vegeta imitation, as she spoke his title, triggering an indignant growl from the lump of muscle, below her. Bulma laughed it off and continued. "But even you can only take so much, after training for hours on end." She ran a hand through her blue locks, as she continued. "I also know how shrewd you can be, since you managed to nab five dragon balls right from under Frieza's grasp, back on Namek and so, I didn't underestimate you. I knew full well that you'd switch those wine glasses, the moment I let my guard down. But, unfortunately, I've seen 'Princess Bride' one too many times, to fall for that one hehe." A short pause followed. "Delivering you here wasn't so tough either. I just tethered those Ki restraints to your wrists and afterwards, put you inside an oxygenated repository capsule that I just happened to have with me. I literally had you in the palm of my hand, the whole way here. The rest is pretty much, history."

That duplicitous wench! She'd tricked him all along! She was only feigning enervation after sipping her drink, so that she could dupe him into chugging down his own! Damn her! And damn him for falling for such a simple ruse! She'd even added insult to injury, by reducing him to a pint-sized capsule, if only momentarily! This was completely unforgivable!

"And now, it's about time we got started." She gave him her best cheshire cat grin and removed her silken shirt and her cotton bra and panties, without delay, giving him a full view of her sacred, florid centre and those perfect, perky mounds. The Saiyan's eyes gaped wide open, heart lurching and cheeks flaming ten shades of crimson, as his member became fully upright. Oh Gods he wanted to touch her so bad. "You like that, huh, you little pervert?!" She exclaimed puckishly, smirking as she spun the pink undergarments around her index finger. He growled louder this time, vexed that he was unable to respond to her jibes. Curse her! "Let's see how much you like this, dirty Saiyan." Bulma placed her panties on his face, chortling in complacence, as she heard the smothered protests beneath, his voice as gravelly as ever. Unsurprisingly, however, the sounds slowly died down, and Vegeta shut his eyes, overcome with a surge of reinvigorated desire, as he inhaled deeply, flooding his nostrils with the sweet, entrancing fragrance, soaked nicely in the fine cotton. By the heavens, her redolent scent was truly exhilarating and mind-numbing. It ran it's way through every path within his sinewy figure, setting his blood cells, alight.

Vegeta's entire body sank downwards and was still as marble, making it appear as though he were an inbuilt part of the quad-legged table that he was tied to. He badly wanted a taste of the palatable, heavenly treasures within her! It made him feel so paltry and feeble, but he just couldn't help it any longer! She was driving him crazy! In all this time, he hadn't gone down on her! Why hadn't he?! For some stupid reason, it had always slipped his mind! Truth be told, he hadn't pleasured a woman that way all his life. He'd always gotten it over as quickly as possible, till Bulma came along and added more flavor to the ride.

Within mere seconds of his silence, the heiress grew jealous of her own panties and decided that it was time to go to the next level! "Enough of this!" She pulled them away, earning yet another indignant growl from the Saiyan! She carelessly tossed her underwear behind her and placed her feet flat on the quilt, an inch above either of his brawny shoulders, offering him an even better view of her already moistened core. "Now then, I'm gonna take off your gag, but you have to promise to behave, understood?!" She knit her brows.

A minute went by, before he nodded slowly, wanting nothing more than to rip through these blasted confines and put that mettlesome little vixen in her place, but the rational part of him urging that he play along with her lewd game, for now, since it would help secure his freedom in the long-run.

"Great!" Bulma tilted his head up and untied the gag from behind, before unwinding it and casting it away. The Prince licked his lips a few times, in a bid to rid himself of that horrid, cloth-like taste, before giving her a nasty glare. "So, anyway." The heiress interlaced her fingers and thrust her arms forward, cracking her finger and elbow joints, completely impervious to her lover's deathly stare. "You probably don't know this." She stood up, right above him, arms crossed beneath her chest, now giving him a direct view of her scarlet nub. "But I did gymnastics when I was a little girl and I even won the silver medal, back in high school." She divulged. "You know what my favourite move was?" Vegeta was hardly listening to her pretentious blather, his eyes roaming the insides of her exquisite legs and thighs, all the way up to the focal point, her rich, carmine wetness that was practically begging to be devoured. "The middle split."

"Wh-what?" Vegeta stammered, getting a good sense of where she was going with this.

A/N: Extremely sour lemon is about to follow, so if your taste buds are sensitive, you might want to avoid it's juice, 'cuz it's about to get real juicy between the XOs hehe!

XOXOXOXO

"I've always wondered what it's like to have a Prince's face between my legs." Bulma slowly began sliding her lower limbs apart, cherry lips curling up further and further, with each inch of distance separating her aligned legs! Yes, this was it! She'd waited much too long for this! Vegeta gulped and his heart leapt to his throat, at her blatantly bold and utterly shameless remark, which only succeeded in tightening the spandex around his lofty member. If this continued, he was afraid that even his lycra training shorts would no longer be able to contain what lay within. Vegeta's breaths quickened, as she drew closer and closer, until finally her yawning cleft pressed against his balmy lips. He was completely frozen, unable to move an inch, as a whirlwind of raw lust, swept through him like a hurricane.

"Kiss me." She moaned softly, loving the blissful sensation of his breathy shudders, on her gaping nether lips. It deluged her with a batch of desire, like no other, as her stomach tied up in fine, nigh undoable knots. All remnants of cogency leapt out the window and Vegeta did as asked, kissing her hesitantly at first, before upping his game and sucking with unprecedented ardor, letting her succulent juices drip into his mouth and down his oesophagus. That flowing, flavorful liquid was just as tantalizing as he'd imagined, with a dazzlingly sweet and enriching taste, like a fresh burst of juicy pomegranate, blended with a faint, yet perceptible element of dainty, colourful lavender, plucked right beneath the warm glow of a smiling, sprightly, summer sun. The covetous Saiyan let it stream down his system, his kisses become hungrier by the second, drawing forth a high-pitched cry from the blue-haired heiress, as her womanly desires accelerated near light speed.

"Lick me, Vegeta! I wanna ride your tongue!" She puled, as she placed her hands on the table right above his head and began swaying her hips in levorotatory, backward and forward motions, grinding her heated folds against his mouth, with every turn. The sturdy Saiyan virtually exploded with desire at her brazenly vulgar comment and arched his neck upwards. Almost impulsively, his hot tongue shot forward and began journeying unrelentingly, through the sweet, delectable insides of her core, relishing the spurts of nectar gushing into his inviting mouth. "Yes, keep going, don't stop!" The heiress caressed her blooming, ripened clit with two fingertips, moaning and yelping in jubilance, as his adept tongue thoroughly explored her! This was a whole other dimension for her. Bulma was ensorcelled, stepping into this enchanting, resplendent new world, feeling as though she were surrounded by luminescent stars from the high heavens, inundating her supple body with their divine, electrifying light. She'd never felt so exposed before, yet she feverishly basked in each and every second of it. His tongue circling inside her, was all she could think of, as her loud screams evolved into ringing crescendos that reverberated through the heat-deluged treatment lab, and the fragrant nectar of her orgasm shot right into his mouth, in a flood of euphoric perfection.

Her legs were still split, astride his open mouth, as she fell forward and began panting aloud for dear life, in the aftermath of one of the very best, if not the best, ride she'd had her entire life. Vegeta drank in the remains of her sweet juices. It took her at least five minutes, before she finally gathered the strength to move again and shifted her legs back, so that they were bent, but still on either side of his face. The Prince's eyes were half-lidded with desire, as he breathed raggedly against her drenched lower lips.

"Vegeta." She smiled down at him endearingly. His brilliant ebony orbs and low, desirous grunts were evidence enough that he'd loved this just as much as she had. "You're so amazing!" Bulma's fingers gently roamed along his feathery hair. He used his tongue with such unparalleled skill! She wanted this again and again! His eyes darted forward momentarily, then back to hers. The heiress frowned questioningly and he did it again. She looked behind her and and licked her lips, as she was greeted with the ever-so-pleasant sight of his throbbing erection. "Wow! It's so huge!" Raging heat rushed straight to Vegeta's face, at her overt and barefaced indecency. Bulma's mouth watered and she instantly stood up and moved down to relieve him of the lycra raiment, covering his best parts, pulling them down to his shins, before hungrily eyeing his swelling phallus, as her heart raced at the prospect of getting another taste. He hadn't let her finish the job the first time around, but nothing would be stopping her now. But, since he'd been so generous with her, she'd reward him with another round as well. She moved into position, once again placing her blossoming nub on his mouth, which he eagerly accepted. This time however, she faced the other way, bending over and taking his rock-hard shaft into her hand, rubbing it up and down.

"On Earth we call this the sixty-nine position." She informed, before licking the tip of his erection, invoking a desirous moan from the needy Saiyan, as he felt himself go even harder, if it were possible. He gently caressed her centre with his tongue and the two lovers continued to alternate between tormenting and pleasuring one another. Bulma could scarcely fit half his stiff length into her mouth, it was so darn big and yet that made it so much better! She rotated her diligent tongue around it in smooth, graceful motions, that had him grunting aloud, as surges of raw electricity coiled through his veins, igniting them with red-hot magma. A burst of fresh semen instantly thickened the cloudy haze in Bulma's mind, as she recalled the sharp and pungent, yet immensely enlivening flavor of ripe, sour-sweet granadilla and gratified his erection, with renewed ardor. He attacked back vigorously, jabbing her florescent clit with the tip of his tongue, before inexorably venturing through the treasure trove of her sweet, ambrosial insides, lapping up every drop of the inebriating nectar that invited itself into his eager mouth.

Their minds were completely amiss, as they avidly indulged themselves in the respective tastes of their enriching, sexual juices. As expected, Vegeta climaxed first, roaring as he fired his piquant, palatable seed. The heiress did not hesitate to take it all in, swallowing deeply in complete contentment. The Prince had never felt so lightheaded, yet it didn't stop him from roving the barb of his blade along the bundle of nerves in her centre and readily welcoming each droplet of the rich, sweet reward he earned for his earnest efforts. He darted his tongue forward and continued pillaging her from the inside, until the decibels of her fiery screams were as loud as they could be and the Vegeta's mouth was once again streaming with the gold, ambrosial richness that he couldn't possibly get enough of.

XOXOXOXO

A good half hour passed and the odd pair were in their room, dozing off after yet another heated romp. Bulma had agreed to release Vegeta, so long as he conceded this round to her and allowed a week-long truce, before they engaged in yet another battle of wits. Though the Saiyan's initial plan was simply to go along and violate his word, the moment he was unshackled, the heiress reminded him that doing so would only mean taking the coward's way out. Thus, he decided that after a week passed by, he'd beat her in her own game and show her what it meant to challenge a true Saiyan Prince.

XXXX

Five days went by normally enough, with Vegeta finally reaching 100 Gs in the gravitron. God, his strength was rising immensely now! By his estimate, it would be a mere few months, before he re-acquired the legendary power he'd possessed, when he'd put a hole through the almighty Frieza, himself! But he wouldn't stop there! He'd continue training relentlessly and surpass all bounds and limitations! No one would stand in his path towards true greatness! He considered taking the easy way out, by demanding that the Namekian whelp heal him, every time he pushed himself near death, thus taking full advantage of any Zenkai power-ups that were sure to ensue. However, his pride strictly forbade it! He didn't require anyone's help! The gravity room provided everything he would ever need!

As he was in the midst of a lengthy set of inverted sit ups, he picked up a notable Ki signal on the front door of Capsule Corporation. Rage boiled through him, as his senses identified none other than the scar-faced coward. How dare he presume to show his detestable face here, after what had transpired, just over a week ago?! He flipped off the pull up bar and went over to the central console, pressing the "off" button, before opening the hatch and heading out the gravity chamber to meet the inferior Earthling.

XXXX

Yamcha arrived at CC and timidly rang the door bell a good few times, before he heard the footsteps of a fuming Bulma, rushing down the stairs.

"Dammit, I'm coming, I'm coming!" She yelled.

The scarred man bit his lip nervously, as he awaited her. The heiress opened the door and her jaw fell slightly, as she was greeted with the startling sight of her ex lover, scratching his head sheepishly.

"Uh- Yamcha?"

"H-Hey, Bulma." He smiled tremulously.

"Umm- Hi?" She replied weakly, before shaking the dumb look off her face and repeating, with more poise. "Hi!"

"How are you?"

"I was fine, till you showed up." She japed.

"Huh?"

"It was a joke, stupid." She frowned, folding her arms. "Anyway, I'm glad you dropped by. So what's up? Did you come here just to see my gorgeous face or what?" The heiress winked.

"Hehe, w-well no." A mild blush tinted Yamcha's cheeks. 'Geez, same old Bulma.' He thought to himself. The scarred man suddenly knit his brows, as he sensed an unwanted presence behind him and whirled around. All color drained from his face, upon taking in the sight of an incensed Vegeta, a feral grimace contorting his visage. That murderous look alone was darn near enough to chill him, right down to the bone.

"You." The Prince said in a deathly, low voice, as he clenched his fists. "You dare to step foot here?!"

"Vegeta?" Bulma put herself in between the two warriors. Oh shit! He was still pissed off about what happened the last time! "Hey, just relax, would you?! Don't do anything stup-"

"Back away!" The Prince yelled, whereby the stunned heiress fell on her rear.

"Hey, leave her alone!" Yamcha demanded, taking a threatening step forward.

"Or what?!" The Prince smirked wickedly, keeping his Ki suppressed, just so he could lure the weakling into a false sense of security.

"Or I'll kill you!" He scrunched his brows, promisingly.

"That's just what I wanted to hear!" Vegeta's smirk widened into a sinister grin, as he assumed a battle stance, Yamcha following suite, though he was put off by the overtly confident demeanor, about the Saiyan. A few seconds ticked by, both fighters ignoring the Bulma's enraged protests. Luckily for them, the heiress was clever enough not to jump in the way this time, lest she sport another brutal injury or worse.

"We don't have to do this, Vegeta." Yamcha said tactfully.

"Yamcha's right, dammit!" Bulma cried. "There's no need for this!"

"Tell me something, weakling." The Prince smiled smugly. The scar-faced man scowled, taking great offence to the Saiyan's demeaning jibe. "When they wished you back to life, did you leave your balls behind in the afterworld?"

"Vegeta, would you shut up?!" The heiress yelled. She looked towards her ex, observing his fury climb higher and higher with each passing moment. "Yamcha, just ignore him! He's an idiot! He doesn't know any better!"

"Well, eunuch?" Vegeta pressed on, cackling inwardly. Now pushed past his melting point, Yamcha roared loudly as his Ki flared around him, instantly going on the offensive, in spite of Bulma's loud and vehement objections. The Saiyan easily blocked the attacks headed his way, not even bothering to strike back.

"You know, I'm hardly even trying here."

"Fuck you, asshole!" The scarred man took it up a notch as they went airborne, but to no avail. A minute or so passed and he was already beginning to feel exhausted. Dammit, just what was going on?! The last time they fought, Vegeta was on the losing end, but now, he was just toying with him, as though here were nothing! How dare he?! Vegeta suddenly vanished and Yamcha was agape, as his foot hit the empty air, in front of him.

"Behind you, weakling!" Vegeta boldly exclaimed, folding his arms and standing pompously midair. The scarred man whirled around, in astonishment. "You know, I had no clue that losing your balls would effect your fighting capabilities, this much. Then again, you were never anything special to begin with, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." He jeered. "I mean, honestly, what could be more humiliating then getting killed by a Saibaman?! Hahahaha!"

"FUCKING BASTARD!" Yamcha bellowed, placing his fists by his side, as a fiery red aura enveloped him and his muscles augmented. He would no longer hold back! Vegeta's eyes narrowed in surprise. "KAIO-KEN TIMES THREE!"

The former bandit shot towards the Prince at supersonic speeds. Vegeta grimaced, as he was scarcely able to avoid a blow headed his way. It seemed that this human learned the same technique that Kakarot had, in Otherworld! He never knew he had it in him! Truly astounding! The Saiyan upped his game a little and vanished once again, appearing behind the scarred man and landing a hard knife hand, right on the nape of his neck. The crimson aura of the Kaio-Ken dissipated immediately and Yamcha fell towards the ground, barely clinging to consciousness.

'Impossible.' The scarred man thought to himself, as his body plummeted. 'I never stood a chance. How did he get so strong?'

Bulma let out a bloodcurdling scream and instantly rushed to Yamcha's side, as her ex landed in the dirt.

"Yamcha, Yamcha!" She yelled frantically, grabbing either side of his face, tears brimming her azure eyes. "Talk to me!" The scarred man forced his eyes open.

"B-Bulma?" His lips quirked up slightly. "Don't worry, Bulma. I- I'm okay."

"You idiot, what the hell were you thinking?!" She shrieked. "I told you not to let his words get to you! Seriously, what is wrong with you?! Are you that bent on getting yourself killed?! Again?!"

"Well- uh- n-no." He mumbled, shamefacedly. He'd messed up big time! Surely that bastard Vegeta would have his head now!

The Prince landed nearby, watching the scene playing before him, with a glint of amusement in his ebony eyes. Now that he'd gotten back at that fool, he wasn't really interested in finishing him off, so long as he stayed out of his business. Honestly, why even bother? As far as he was concerned, he didn't deserve the honor of being killed by a Saiyan Prince! He walked over to the former lovers, looming over Yamcha's virtually limp, figure.

"Well, I must admit, you're a lot stronger than I expected, but don't let that go to your head, weakling." He stated. Both Bulma and Yamcha looked up at him with nasty glares. "I was barely even using a quarter of my full strength against you." The scarred man blanched, as he absorbed that horrifying newsflash. Surely Vegeta was bluffing. He had to be! However, what he heard so far was trivial, in comparison to the abrupt and utterly inconceivable statement that followed. "Also, know this. As of yet, I'm not even one-tenth as powerful as I was back on Namek and that's before I transformed into a Super Saiyan."

Yamcha was speechless, stunned beyond words! Was Vegeta really telling the truth?! It couldn't be! If it were, then he could never hope to reach such monumental heights in strength, even if he lived to be a thousand years old! The gap between their powers was completely unbridgeable!

"You humans are weak!" The Prince scorned. "The Saiyans will always be the strongest, for our powers grow without end! Never forget that! Let this be a warning to you! Next time, I won't be so generous!" He promptly walked past him, deciding that he'd likely given the miserable human enough of a fright, for at least one lifetime.

"Hey!" Bulma stood up and strutted over to Vegeta.

The Prince turned around, only to receive a surprise slap, right across the face.

"Why, you-"

"Shut up, asshole!" The heiress shrilled, repeatedly prodding his bare chest with her index finger, whereby he flinched. "Never forget this, O Mighty Prince of morons! You're living on our planet, eating our food and using our training equipment to intensify that strength, which you happen to love so much! Pull a stunt like that again and I'll close the gravity room down for good, you understand that, buster?!"

"You wouldn't dare!" The Saiyan fired back.

"Try me, jerk!"

"I'll just fly the capsule ship somewhere else!" He threatened. "Then what?!"

"Oh yeah?!" Bulma challenged. "Who's gonna repair it for you, when it inevitably breaks down or runs out of fuel, huh?!"

"I- uh-"

"That's what I thought!" The heiress smirked, arms arrogantly akimbo.

"Damn you!" The Prince growled. "You always ruin the moment!" He promptly swivelled back around, hurrying towards the gravitron to continue his training, whilst brooding angrily about a certain insufferable, nosy, blue-haired wench, who felt the need to interfere with his affairs, at every turn!

Bulma giggled at his last statement and couldn't help it, as her expression softened. She just couldn't get enough of that moody Saiyan! He would definitely feel sour towards her for a while, but she'd make it up with yet another mind-boggling round of steamy love-making.

The heiress sauntered back over to Yamcha, who was looking back at her in absolute disbelief! Since when had Bulma grown a set of balls that big?! And was she really in any position to dub him as suicidal, given what had just materialized, before his very eyes? How on Earth was she even breathing, after addressing Vegeta so impertinently?! God, this was the Bulma he loved so dearly, only ten times more assertive and foolhardy! If only she could jump back in his arms and ditch the nasty Saiyan!

"Hey, hang in there, Yamcha, I'm gonna ask Dende to heal you, 'kay?"

"Uh- okay- umm- wait, Bulma!" The scarred man called out, just as she was headed inside.

"Huh? What's up?!" She walked back over to him, kneeling down.

"I wanted to give you something." He placed his hand in his left pocket and pulled out a beautiful, white gold bracelet, with triple diamond studs in the centre.

"Whoa, Yamcha, don't tell me that's-"

"Yep, I found it in buried beneath the sofa, back at my place haha." He laughed, as he saw her eyes tear up. Her mother gave her that bracelet, for her eighteenth birthday, but she'd been foolish enough to take it off and lose it, a few years back. The loving and ever-so-kind Mrs. Brief had of course, forgiven her right away, but she'd never forgiven herself.

"Oh my God, that's so sweet!" She exclaimed cheerily and pulled her ex up into a tight embrace, while the latter grinned, loving the feel of her soft skin. Bulma pulled back and looked him in the eye, smiling benignly. "Thank you so much, Yamcha!"

"Hey, you know I'd do anything for you, Bulma."

"Yeah, I know." She chuckled. "Friends forever?" She asked him. His face fell at that. He'd truly been hoping for more. Then again, perhaps he could wait and bide his time. Surely, Bulma had to see that Vegeta was all wrong for her! She belonged with him and he refused to give up his endeavor to recapture her heart! "Yamcha?"

"Friends forever." He nodded and she smiled, enveloping him in another hug. Bulma truly felt her heart kindle with joy! She had Yamcha back in her life and she wasn't going to let him go! Of course Vegeta wouldn't be too thrilled at the idea, but hopefully, she could be the bridge between those two lunkheads! After all, she loved them both, only in different ways!
- 39
- 40
- 41
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Light to my Darkness