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not own.
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~*~ ‘Tis now the very witching time of night, ~*~
~*~ When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out ~*~
~*~ Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, ~*~
~*~ And do so bitter business as the day ~*~
~*~ Would quake to look on. ~*~
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Hamlet from ‘Hamlet’
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Bulma swallowed hard as the sounds of ki blasts and hand-to-hand
fighting outside the ship died away and only the sound of rain drumming on the
ships outer hull remained. She glanced at her watch and grimaced as she
realized it was almost midnight and that Turles and his men had been fighting
for almost ten hours now without pause. Bulma yawned and turned onto her side,
one hand tracing patterns on her stomach as she wondered what sex her child
would be and whether or not it would
have a tail.
Through the bed Bulma felt the ship vibrate as the outer door
was opened and Turles and his party of planet pirates re-entered the ship. She
could imagine what they look liked; bloodstained, weary and maybe even a little
charred from stray ki blasts. Minutes later, Bulma heard the dull metallic thudding
sound of boots walking down the hallway towards the room she shared with
Turles. Soon enough the door whirred open and a tired and dirty looking Turles
entered. He yawned tiredly and closed the door behind him.
“Have fun?” Bulma asked mildly, rolling onto her other side so
it was easier to watch him. Her eyes roamed over his armour, which looked a
little worse for the wear, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “You look a little
beat up.”
Turles grunted and began to stiffly take off his armour, wincing
as he lifted his chest armour over his head and dropped it to the ground
carelessly.
“Turles? Are you hurt?” Bulma gracefully slid to her feet and
took a few steps across the room, concern for him emanating from her. She
reached his side and put her hand on his shoulder, looking into his eyes
worriedly.
Turles nodded and began to peel his suit down. “I got hit by a
ki beam in the chest…I think I may have broken a rib or two.” He winced again
and miserably tried to hide it as he gingerly clasped a hand to the right side
of his rib cage.
“Are you in any pain?” Bulma helped him peel the suit off, her
nimble fingers making quick work of the bloody and torn up suit.
“Not really.” Turles lied and gingerly stretched. “I just
haven’t been injured for a while…I’m not used to feeling like I have something
stabbed into my chest.” He looked annoyed with himself.
“Well, why don’t you go into a rejuvenation tank?” Bulma raised
her eyebrows cynically as Turles let out a sound of disbelief.
“For a broken rib?” Turles scoffed. “It might hurt a little, but
it certainly doesn’t hurt enough for me to go in a tank.” His voice was
roughened with pain and Bulma shook her head, having learnt that Turles
wouldn’t change his mind.
“Okay, okay. If you say so.” Bulma ran her fingers down the
injured side of his body; the skin was a reddish purple colour at one point and
was beginning to mildly swell. “It looks nasty…but probably worse then it is.”
She conceded and looked up into his eyes briefly.
Turles nodded. “I’m going to take a shower then lie down.” He
paused and glanced at Bulma, a small smirk sliding onto his handsome face.
“Want to join me in the shower?”
Bulma glanced up, her blue eyes flashing and her pale cheeks
blushing. “I’d love to join you in the shower.”
~*~
Goku and Vegeta were both caked in sweat and blood from head to
toe. They both bore a look of deep concentration laced with anger and hatred.
The two of them scowled at each other from across the training ground as they
powered up yet again and prepared to attack.
“Not bad, Kakarot. I must admit, you surprised me with that last
move.” Vegeta spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and smirked, his
good-looking face managing to look disturbingly sinister and evil.
Goku smirked back and wiped sweat from his brow. “You surprised
me too, Vegeta. Every time I think I’ve got you, you manage to squeeze out
another attack.” Goku sounded suitably impressed and he nodded his head in
Vegeta’s direction.
The door that led into the training ground whirred open and
Vegeta’s smirk magically disintegrated into a ferocious scowl as Frieza’s right
hand man Dodoria entered, a ridiculous grin on his face. He was perhaps the
most ugly man Goku had ever seen in his life; he was a huge round ball of pink
fat with dangerous looking spikes on him.
“For a moment there I
thought I has walking into the monkey enclosure at the zoo.” Dodoria mocked
them and laughed, coming to a halt near the two angry Saiyans.
Goku exchanged a look with Vegeta, and then looked back at
Dodoria with a look of unhidden malice that rivalled the almost identical look
on Vegeta’s face. Most normal people would have instinctively taken a step back
when faced with the two angry saiyans, but not Dodoria.
“What do you want?” Vegeta snapped, his tail beginning to twitch
in annoyance as the spiked, pink blob ignored him and kept looking at Goku.
“I want to know why you bother to keep this pathetic tailless
saiyan with you. He mustn’t be all that useful in battle, not being able to
turn into an Oozaroo.” Dodoria grinned as Goku bristled and took an aggressive
step forward, a low growl sounding in the back of his throat as a wind stirred
the dust on the ground around him in an almost mystical way.
“I’d watch your mouth if I were you,” Vegeta warned Dodoria, a
small smile beginning to form on his mouth. “Kakarot is stronger then he
seems.”
“Oh, I doubt that.” Dodoria looked at Vegeta. “All you monkeys
are as weak as each other…”
Dodoria was halted mid speech as Goku lunged across the distance
between them, slamming a fist into his blubbery face and sending him flying
across the training ring to crash into the wall with a ground shattering crash.
Moments later, a most displeased looking Dodoria emerged from the rubble that
had been the wall and began to stalk back across the ring, his power level
rising in anger.
“Oooooh!” Vegeta shook his head and smirked. “You look a bit
ruffled, Dodoria.” He taunted, a sly grin replacing the smirk as the pink blob
ground his teeth.
Dodoria snarled at him then charged at Goku, howling in rage.
Goku phased out from in front of him and reappeared behind him, kicking him in
the kidneys then grabbing him by two of his spikes and slamming him face first
into the ground with a very saiyan sounding battle cry.
He reappeared next to a chuckling Vegeta and began to gather his
ki as Dodoria clumsily stumbled to his feet, his eyes wild as he tried to work
out why he was loosing so badly to a mere saiyan.
“Why you dirty little Saiyan! I’m going to tear you into pieces
for that!” Dodoria shrieked in disbelief.
“I don’t think so.” Goku smirked and began his attack. “Kaaameeehaaameeeee….”
A glowing ball of bright blue ki appeared in Goku’s hand and Dodoria’s eyes
widened in fear. “Haaaaaaa!” Goku finished his attack and the beam shot out of
his hands at Dodoria.
Dodoria let out a single squeal of fear and desperately tried to
scramble out of the path of the beam, but it was in vain. The attack hit
Dodoria in a flash of bright white light and the fat, pink blob’s squeal was
abruptly cut off as his body was turned into dust from the raw power in Goku’s
Kamehameha wave
As the dust died down, two sounds echoed around the ring; the
cruel sound of Vegeta’s laughter and the even more chilling sound of Goku’s.
~*~
The hot water cascaded down around Bulma, muffling her moans as
Turles slammed his body into hers again and again.
“Oh Kami!” Bulma gasped. Her back was flat against the shower
wall and her legs were wrapped around Turles’ waist. “Isn’t this…hurting you?”
Bulma asked in between Turles’ thrusts.
“It hurts…a little…but the pain…just gives it…more of an…edge.”
He panted, pulling back to look into her eyes as though waiting to see a look
of horror in her eyes.
“Kinky.” Bulma muttered softly as she let her head drop back and
her eyes drift shut, letting herself sink into the pleasure and the rhythm of
their lovemaking.
It was amazing how good Turles was in bed…and out of it! He
always seemed to know exactly what Bulma wanted and needed and what would turn
her on the most. Right at this moment, the knowledge that Turles was enjoying
this sex even more because of the pain was getting her even hotter.
One of Turles’ hands found hers and he clasped it tight as he
continued to thrust his body in and out of hers in a building rhythm. His other
arm snaked around behind her back and held her even closer to him. She could
feel his chest rumbling against hers as he purred.
“Want to try…something knew?” he asked her, his voice rasping in
her ear as he rubbed his face against hers.
Bulma nodded, unable to speak as the pressure built deep inside
of her. Turles managed to smirk back and then a look of concentration threaded
its way across his features. Turles waited until Bulma was on the very brink of
an orgasm, then he lent forward and sunk his teeth into her shoulder with a
growl.
Bulma let out a sound halfway between a moan and a scream as the
pain and pleasure washed over her at the exact same time, the twin feelings
sweeping through her body and taking Bulma to heights she’d never felt before
as her body tightened around his.
Distantly, she heard Turles growl her name out as he was swept
away on his own little river of ecstasy. Slowly, as Turles’ legs gave way, they
slid down the shower wall until they were sitting on the floor in a tangle of
sweaty limbs.
Bulma rested her head on Turles’ shoulder as the last shudders
of her orgasm dissipated and she was left feeling sleepy and sated. Turles
licked the bite he had given her and then rested his own head on her shoulder.
They sat like
that for long moments, then quietly Turles mumbled into her shoulder; “I love
you Bulma.”
~*~