DISCLAIMER: DBZ I do
not own.
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~*~ What should such fellows as I do ~*~
~*~ Crawling between heaven and earth? ~*~
~*~ We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. ~*~
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Hamlet from ‘Hamlet’
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Bulma kissed his face, covering it with affectionate feather
soft kisses. Her body arched against his and she moaned as her fingers tangled
in his spiky black hair.
“Oh Turles! I love you!”
She gasped passionately, her love for him burning like a fire within her.
Her deep blue eyes met
his and Turles bent to kiss her again, his heart almost bursting with the new
knowledge that she loved him. His arms held her tightly against his chest as
their bodies continued to move together in a dance as old as time.
“You’re mine, woman” Turles growled into her ear and
possessively bit her neck, marking her as his mate…
~*~
Turles jerked awake from his dream and lurched upright in bed,
his eyes sweeping the room until he found Bulma’s tiny sleeping form huddled on
the far side of the bed as if she was trying to escape form him even in her
sleep.
“Damn.” Turles muttered as he flopped back onto the bed. He’d
had dreams of himself and Bulma making love before…but she’d never said she
loved him. His obsidian eyes gleamed in the darkness. He’d never tell Bulma,
but it was his secret hope that she would eventually come to love him and
consent to him making her his mate.
It was a useless hope really, a foolish dream that he had
entertained lately. Even if he didn’t treat the woman as his whore, even if he
hadn’t killed her entire planet and everyone on it she would still hate him.
The only thing she liked about him was his ability in bed, she’d said as much
last night. It was so typical of him to fall for the one woman in the universe
whose life he alone had completely destroyed.
Not to mention that he looked like her best friend.
Turles gritted his teeth. What were the odds that the one woman
in the universe who he might love would not only be the one woman whose life he
had ruined, but would also be his identical twin brother’s best friend?
Goku.
How he loathed that name now. Whenever he tried to talk to the
woman about her life on Earth it was Goku this and Goku that. Goku the
wonderful and strong man who had left with the other Saiyans to protect the
Earth and once again save the day.
In the darkness of the bedroom Turles snarled silently. He had only met Vegeta once and had liked the man…but as the other saiyans, they were two weak blithering idiots who had their prerogatives all messed up. He hated them almost as much as he hated this ‘Goku’.
Bulma muttered something in her sleep and rolled over, shivering
as the sheet that had been wrapped around her slipped to the floor. She opened
her eyes sleepily and retrieved the sheet before wrapping it around herself
and, blinking away sleep, rolled back over to face Turles.
“Bulma.” He gently pulled her body, sheets and all, into his
arms and closed his eyes as he drew in her scent and tried to imagine what
having her for his mate would be like.
“Hi Turles.” She greeted him sleepily, lifting her face for a
kiss before yawning and nestling into his chest with a sigh. “I was having the
strangest dream.” Her words were muffled but audible and Turles looked down at
he head.
“What about?” He idly played with Bulma’s hair as she talked,
twisting the long strands around his fingers.
“Oh, it was nothing…it was stupid really…in my dream you got
killed fighting those Kramned people and I was full of guilt because I hadn’t
told you yet.” Bulma sounded incredibly remorseful and Turles could have sworn
that he heard her stifle a tiny sob.
“Told me what?” Turles asked, his curiosity piqued by her odd
behaviour.
Bulma pulled her hair out of Turles’ fingers and sat up, looking
at him seriously. “I want to tell you…but I’m not sure how you’re going to
react.”
“Well, just tell me and we’ll see.” Turles watched as several
emotions flickered over Bulma’s expressive face before he sighed and took her
hand. “I promise you that no matter how horrible this thing is, you have to
tell me. I won’t hurt you.” He kissed the palm of her hand and met her eyes
squarely. “I give you my word of honour as a warrior.”
“Promise?” Bulma asked nervously, pulling her hand from his.
“Yes, now tell me.” Turles stubbornly grabbed her hand up again
and held it.
Bulma opened her mouth to speak and a squeak emerged. She
blushed in mortification and tried to speak again, her eyes closing as if
stealing herself for a physical blow. “Turles I think…I think…” Bulma let out a
breath and quickly blurted out her secret. “I think I’m pregnant.”
“Pregnant!” The word fell from Turles’ stunned lips like a
stone. “You’re pregnant?”
“I don’t know…but I think I am…are you mad?” Bulma looked at him
fearfully, her eyes wide and very blue.
“Mad? Why would I be mad?” A slightly shocked smile formed on
Turles’ lips then faded again. “It is mine, right?”
“Well who else’s is it going to be? Of course it’s yours!” Bulma
huffed and glared at him. “Honestly!”
“Wow.” Turles looked down at Bulma’s stomach and then kissed her
reassuringly. “I’m going to be a father.”
He sounded dazed.
~*~
Goku followed Vegeta’s lead and knelt in front of Frieza,
gritting his teeth at the humility he was forced to display before this being
who looked like a retarded gremlin turned drag queen. This was his first face
to face meeting with the tyrannical leader who Vegeta and the others worked
for, at all the other meetings Vegeta had always made him wait back at the ship
– as if he were a child.
“Ah, Prince Vegeta. How nice to see you again.” Frieza smirked
and the pink being motioned for Vegeta and his men to rise before slowly
walking over and looking Vegeta up and down with a smirk. “Well, my little
princeling, you certainly have buffed up since I saw you last.” Frieza
lifted a hand as though to touch his chest and Vegeta took a step backwards.
Goku watched in fascination as Vegeta’s tail bristled with
indignation. He’d never seen Vegeta acting this restrained and controlled
before. Usually, the hot-tempered saiyan prince would have attacked the person
who dared speak to him in such a manner – not to mention how he would usually would
have reacted by someone trying to touch him!
“That you, your lordship.” Vegeta’s tone was barely civil and
sarcasm dripped from each word like honey. It was becoming clearer and clearer
that he really didn’t like Frieza.
Frieza sniffed and ignored Vegeta’s insolent tone; instead he
turned to face Goku, recognition flashing across his face. “You look familiar,
saiyan…Have we met before.” His eyes skimmed over his face and he frowned as
though puzzled by something.
“No.” Goku glared at Frieza. “I grew up on Earth.”
“Ah, the Earth-saiyan…Tailless too.” Frieza chuckled but
it was as though he were laughing at some private joke. “So what’s your name, O’
tailless one?”
“My name is Goku!” Goku resisted the urge to sound like a
petulant child.
Raditz growled meaningfully at his brother. “His name, my lord,
is Kakarot, not Goku.”
“Kakarot.” Frieza nodded and smirked. “Yes, a typical Saiyan
soldier’s name.” He turned away, his
pink tail lashing about as he strode back to his throne and sat down. “Well,
Vegeta, did you conquer my planet?” It was a simple question but their was also
a dire warning in his tone that made Goku think that anyone foolish enough to
return without having carried out Frieza’s orders would certainly be killed
were they stood.
“In one short day, sire.” Vegeta bowed his head again in
apparent respect. “We are here only to collect our fee.” His voice left no room
for argument but Frieza appeared to be the single being in the universe not
frightened of Vegeta.
“Are you?” Frieza laughed suddenly. “I take it you’ll be leaving
us as soon as you have your pay?”
“Of course.” Vegeta ground out and lowered his head again, his
eyebrows in a perplexed frown as he wondered what Frieza was leading up to.
“So, I take it you’re not going to be speaking to the saiyan who
is returning from destroying the planet Kramned?” Frieza looked expectantly at
Vegeta and wasn’t disappointed.
“Saiyan!” Vegeta exclaimed and leapt forward, his entire body
tensing. “Which saiyan?”
“A saiyan by the name of Turles.” Frieza told him, his red eyes
gleaming mischievously.
“Turles!” It was Raditz’s turn to sound amazed. He whipped
around to face Vegeta. “My prince, Turles is my brother! Kakarot’s identical
twin!”
“I know.” Vegeta growled at Raditz and motioned for him to step
back beside the others. “I met him once or twice when I was young.” His eyes
clouded briefly and he shook his head to banish the memories that were
bombarding him.
“Does that mean you’ll be staying?” Frieza asked innocently,
folding his hands in his lap. “I do hope so, it’s so hard to find good training
partners these days and you saiyans are the perfect punching bags.”
Vegeta schooled his features and looked back in Frieza’s
direction. “When will Turles be arriving?”
“Oh, I don’t know, a few days time.” Frieza flippantly waved a
hand as though such trivial matters were of no concern to him. “It won’t be
that long a wait.”
“In that case, with your permission, Lord Frieza, I and my men
wish to stay until Turles arrives.” Vegeta spoke respectfully to Frieza for the
first time that night and bowed.
“Of course, Vegeta.” Frieza smiled coldly again and chuckled.
“My facilities are at your disposal.”
Vegeta bristled and turned away, motioning for his saiyan
companions to follow him out of the room. Goku gave Frieza one last unfriendly
glare before following his prince, his mind on this new brother who would be
arriving soon and what he would be like.
~*~
Turles finished pulling on his armour and stretched, his bland
expression hiding the inner pleasure he was experiencing. Bulma was carrying
his child! And that meant that no matter how much she despised him she was tied
to him forever now. She was, in effect, trapped in her relationship with him.
He smirked in elation and then frowned. Perhaps ‘trapped’ wasn’t
the right word to use, Turles mused. After all, it wasn’t like Bulma was
unhappy about being pregnant. In fact, once Turles had assured her that he wasn’t
angry about the child she was carrying, she’d relaxed and had been only too
happy to tell him about how much she wanted this child.
Their
child!
“Turles, you’re going to be careful?” Bulma appeared from the
bathroom wearing a bathrobe, her hair loosely tied in a bun.
“Of course.” Turles chuckled. “What’s wrong? You’re not actually
afraid I might get hurt, are you?” He mocked her gently.
Bulma flushed at his teasing. “I just don’t want you getting
killed, is all. If you’re dead then Oitaroh becomes this little group’s leader
and he doesn’t like me too much.” Her mouth twisted wryly as she thought about
life with Oitaroh calling the shots.
Turles crossed the room in three strides and playfully pulled
Bulma closer to him, looking down into her eyes, unsure of how to tell her what
he felt inside without appearing weak. “Bulma, I just want you to know that I
don’t view you as a whore anymore.” He whispered quietly, not daring to speak
any louder.
“You don’t?” A light flickered to life in Bulma’s glowing eyes and Turles took strength in that glimmer of hope.
“No…I view you more as…as…as a mate.” Turles stuttered, mentally
cursing himself for how hard this was to get out. “In fact, when I come back
from fighting I’ll tell my men and make it official.” The words tumbled out of
his mouth and Turles stood breathing heavily as though he’d just run a marathon
instead of confessing that he wanted her to be his mate.
“You look upon me as your mate?” Bulma asked in genuine
surprise, blinking as though she wasn’t sure she was awake.
After spending almost a year with Turles and his men she knew
that for Turles to view her as his mate meant that he had real feelings
for her, more then just lust. If he really thought of her as his mate, it meant
that he thought of her as his. A mate
to a Saiyan was like a wife to a man…only the relationship was something that
went much deeper than marriage; it was an emotional attachment that couldn’t be
broken.
Turles swallowed hard. “I like you, a lot…I’m not sure why, but
I do. And since you’re now carrying my child I see no reason not to commit to
you.” He nodded as though to reassure himself and Bulma felt a slow smile break
out on her lips and she lent forward to kiss Turles, her mind a-whirl of what
this meant for her future.
It was a relief to be sure, to know that Turles was going to
view their child as more then a bastard half-breed, and yet she was unsure of
what Turles would expect from her now that he was planning on naming her as his
mate. Sure, she was learning to like Turles more and more, it was just that no
matter how close they grew she would always remember that he was the one who
had killed her family.
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