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Chapter 8: ‘My Jealousy’

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~*~ I am sorry that with better heed and judgment ~*~

~*~ I had not quoted him: I feared he did but trifle, ~*~

~*~ And meant to wreck thee; but beshrew my jealousy! ~*~

- Polonius from ‘Hamlet’

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“Oh, God!” Bulma sagged against the wall and sobbed as Goku stormed from the room and slammed the door behind him. She pressed her trembling hands to her neck, feeling the slickness of blood against her skin from the bite. What would Turles say when he found out?! He’d go mad! He’d kill Goku for sure and maybe even hurt her for being foolish enough to let Goku so close! There was no way that she could hide Goku’s scent, or the scent of her blood…Turles would know what had happened the instant he walked in.

She couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving her all alone! It didn’t matter that he had murdered everyone she cared for – he had still been there for her when she needed someone. It may have started out as some sick relationship based on sex but things were changing, things had changed!

So caught up in her grief was Bulma, that she didn’t hear the door open again or the sharp intake of breath as somebody surveyed what had happened.

“Woman! What in world happened to you?” The haughty Prince of the saiyans exclaimed as he crossed the room. Bulma shrieked when Vegeta tapped her on the shoulder, not having heard anything he’d said. She let out a sign of relief when she saw who it was, but the fear in her eyes remained.

“Goku, he…he bit me!” Bulma rambled as she clambered unsteadily to her feet and bit her lip nervously. “He was dressed up like Turles…I almost slept with him! But I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t know it was Goku.” Hysterically Bulma began to hyperventilate. It was clear that she understood exactly how dangerous her situation was now that two males had made a claim for her.

Vegeta closed his eyes for a second, trying to clear his head. “This isn’t good. Turles isn’t due back for a while, but if he even suspects what Goku has done…” Vegeta trailed off and he stared at Bulma again, his eyes widening as something else occurred to him. “You didn’t bite him in return, did you?”

“No, no I didn’t.” Bulma swallowed hard and took a deep, calming breath.

“Well, thank God for that.” Vegeta muttered wholeheartedly. He gazed around the room and shook his head. “Okay, I’ll take care of all this. I want you to have a shower and get cleaned up, wear something that will cover the bite on your neck. While you’re showering, I’ll take care of the mess out here and I’ll move all of your and Turles’ belongs to my room and move mine over here. We’ll switch rooms.”

“Will Turles buy that?” Bulma looked warily at Vegeta, not entirely trusting the saiyan prince. “He’s not stupid, he’ll know something’s up...”

“No doubt.” Vegeta interrupted. “But if we give him no reason to suspect anything, then he’ll let it go. Now go and shower and by the time you’re out everything will be taken care of.” He waved her in the direction of the shower and sighed as he contemplated the job ahead of him.

Bulma scampered in the direction of the shower, pausing to collect some clothing from the closet on the way over. Vegeta watched her move about the room, blood still trickling slowly down her neck.

“Bulma.” He halted the woman outside the bathroom door. “When you’re out of the shower, I’m going to take you to a healing tank so we can heal that bite on your neck. Turles will know something’s up if he catches site of it.”

Bulma nodded and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Vegeta alone again. He looked unhappily around the room - If only he’d gotten here sooner he could have prevented all of this. Goku had no idea what a dangerous game he was playing by fooling around with Bulma like this. He was risking his own life, Bulma’s life and her unborn child’s life - all for revenge.

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Turles smothered a yawn as he sauntered down the corridor to his room. It’d been a long day; Frieza had had him destroying city after city down on that planet. All in all it had been an extraordinarily boring day. If Frieza had wanted to test his abilities then he should have at least had him destroy a planet that would prove to be a challenge to him.

He halted outside of his room and growled softly in his throat. Something was wrong…he could tell. The woman’s ki was inside…but so was Vegeta’s. What did the saiyan prince think he was doing in his room with his woman? He must have been waiting for his chance to seduce her! Growling, Turles flung open the door and stalked in, his tail lashing about as he caught sight of Bulma and Vegeta sitting together at the small table in the middle of the room.

“What’s going on?” he demanded angrily, glaring suspiciously at Vegeta.

“We…we’re switching rooms with Vegeta.” Bulma stuttered, her eyes darkening with fear as Turles turned his angry gaze on her. She had seen him this angry on a few other occasions but he’s never looked at her with that gaze – it had always been directed elsewhere. A sliver of fear slid down Bulma’s spine.

“Why?” He scented the air and growled again as he smelled Goku…and the unmistakable smell of Bulma’s blood. He frowned and felt the hair n his tail begin to prickle with indignation. How dare that filthy brother of his enter his room! He too was after Bulma, Turles could see it in his eyes!

“I had an accident.” Bulma looked at Vegeta quickly and he nodded. “I slipped and cut my neck open…Luckily, Goku was nearby and he managed to save me.” Bulma lifted a small hand to her neck and shakily smiled at Turles. “If he and Vegeta hadn’t gotten me to the healing tank on time, I could have died.”

“Died?” Turles’ suspicious thoughts ground to a halt and he took a tentative step forward, swallowing hard. “You almost died?”

“It was a close call.” Vegeta stood up. “If you don’t mind, I’ll show you to my old room and you can get some sleep.”

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Goku stared out at the stars. They stretched out endlessly before him, each star as uniquely beautiful in it’s own right. Sighing with the weight that had settled in his heart, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and tried to gather his thoughts into some semblance of order. His mind was racing with the knowledge of what he tried to do to Bulma.

Had he done the right thing? He didn’t think so, but he’d been following his instincts. There had been some primitive instinct in him which had told him to claim Bulma and make her his before Turles could. He had always loved Bulma; he had just mistaken his love as the love of friendship. Now, out in the deep of space with no distractions, Goku could see his feelings for what they really were.

Bulma would never believe him, Goku knew, but he did love her. He’d always loved her, although admittedly not always the way he did now.

She was so beautiful; it was no wonder Turles had fallen for her. She had hair as blue as the summer sky and as soft as spun silk, eyes that were so deep a man could drown in them forever, lips so red and lush they begged to be kissed…and her body…She had the body of a goddess. Bulma was perfection personified. He’d always seen it, but he’d been married to Chichi before, so he hadn’t given his attraction to Bulma much thought.

But now Chichi was gone. Now he wasn’t bound to his old life anymore. He was free to create a new life for himself and he desperately wanted and needed Bulma to be a part of it.

Goku sighed and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to cause Bulma any pain by harming Turles, but if in the end he had to get rid of him, he would. Bulma would eventually forgive him and would learn to love him. Then they’d be together forever, the way they were meant to be.

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Turles held Bulma tightly against his chest and purred reassuringly as his tail swept up and down her body in an effort to comfort her. As soon as Vegeta had left, Bulma had dissolved into tears and had sobbed helplessly, murmuring that she was sorry to Turles. Turles didn’t know why the woman felt she had to be sorry, it wasn’t like she’d done anything wrong, she’d hurt herself…She hadn’t done anything to hurt him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her gently. Bulma shook her had and buried her face into his neck. “You can tell me, Bulma, I won’t hurt you. I love you.” Turles pulled her back until he could stare into her teary eyes.

“I’m scared, Turles.” Bulma’s voice shook.

“What of?”

“Of what I’m feeling inside of me.” Bulma wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and took a few deep, hiccupping breaths. She turned her wide blue eyes on him and Turles felt his breath catch in his chest. He’d never forget the first time he’d seen her and caught sight of those endless blue eyes. “I’m scared of what these feelings could mean.” Bulma continued.

“Our baby…?” Turles felt his own heart stop in his chest. He hadn’t given a thought to their child - had it been hurt when Bulma was hurt?

“Our baby is fine.” Bulma gently stroked her stomach. “Our baby.” She closed her eyes and seemed to come to some sort of a decision. “Turles, I want to know what will happen once we’ve bonded. How deep will our connection be?”

“Soul deep.” Turles felt the spark of hope that Bulma would bond with him flare to life again. “We’d be able to communicate telepathically and share images in our minds…”

“Would you be able to see my memories?” Bulma asked quickly, interrupting him tensely.

“No.” And thank god for that! Turles added silently. If there was one thing he didn’t want, it was for Bulma to end up getting scared away from him by his memories of destroying civilization after civilization.

The azure eyes goddess nodded slowly. “I’ve been thinking, Turles. Thinking about us, about the other Saiyans and about our child.” She took a deep breath. “I’ve decided that I’m going to bond with you, It’s the right thing to do and, although I don’t want to admit it because it scares me, I do love you. I love you despite the fact that you’re a murderer, despite the fact that you’ve committed crimes far more horrible then I could ever imagine. And despite the fact you killed my family.”

Turles knew this was supposed to be a solemn moment, but he couldn’t help but grin. He’d been waiting to hear these words form her for so long! Finally the woman was going to be his! She was going to give herself to him in the most intimate and complete ways.

She was going to bond with him!

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Vegeta glared at Goku angrily, his tail wound tightly around his waist was trembling as though it wanted to lash furiously about.. “That was a very stupid thing you did back there with Bulma.” He caught Goku’s mournful eyes with his own and glared at the taller saiyan.

“I know.” Goku rested his head in his hands and moaned quietly. “She’s never going to trust me again.”

“Oh, it’s not only that. If I hadn’t come along to help Bulma out, Turles would have known what you’d done and he would have come looking for you. Luckily, Bulma and I managed to hide all the evidence of you ever having bitten her.” Vegeta stalked closer to Goku and resisted the urge to poke him and gain his attention again. For some reason it irked Vegeta that Goku didn’t seem to fear him.

He gave into the temptation and nudged Goku, but the Earth saiyan didn’t respond.

“She’s going to bond with Turles tonight.” Vegeta told him, watching as Goku leapt up, his ebony eyes widening in alarm.

”She wouldn’t!”

“She is.” Vega told him flatly. “We discussed it and I convinced her that it was the best thing for her to do.” Vegeta calmly moved away from Goku and walked towards the door, deciding to leave him to his moping. “If you’re smart, Goku, you’ll let it go.” He gave one last warning before leaving the room.

“You don’t understand, Vegeta, I can’t let it go.” Goku said to an empty room, sitting back down and staring back out at the stars. “It’s not over yet.” His obsidian eyes narrowed as Goku began to plan…

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