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don’t sue me, I’m just a poor Australian and our dollar really sucks right now
so please don’t sue!
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Bulma
yawned as the two androids continued to swap ideas on how to kill Vegeta, they
had long ago decided that Gohan could be lured away while the deed was done but
they were still trying to decide how to kill him. She meanwhile was thinking of
ideas that involved something other then death.
“Okay, for the last time sis, we should stick to the simple plan; you lure Gohan away, Bulma distracts Trunks with one of those ‘I’ve reverted to good’ speeches and I’ll fight Vegeta.”
“No
way! I say we get Bulma to fake her own death and then when Vegeta gets caught
up in a moment’s grief we strike and take him out swiftly, before Gohan or
Trunks can stop us.” Eighteen jutted her lower lip up. “My plan’s the
best.”
“No
its not!”
“Yes
it is!”
In
the distance Bulma noticed the three tiny specks coming towards them, the two
androids being too wrapped up in their little squabble to notice. She could
feel the bond within her tightening and strengthening with Vegeta’s approach.
She narrowed her eyes as an idea slowly began to form.
“Um…Guys?”
Bulma elbowed Seventeen and pointed, “We have saiyans at
Eighteen’s
eye’s widened, “What do we do?”
Bulma
smiled as the plan formed – it was ingenius. “I think I have an idea. Now,
Seventeen I need you to…”
****^_^****
Gohan,
Vegeta and Trunks stopped near the three androids that waited for them with
superior smirks on their faces.
“Well,
well, well, what do we have here?” Vegeta laughed cruelly as Bulma made a show of
shrinking back from him when he approached her. “What’s wrong woman? Surely you’re not afraid of your own mate?”
He flexed the bond and brought Bulma stumbling forward…until Seventeen caught
her in his arms and held her still.
“I’m not frightened of you, Vegeta.” Bulma kept her distance and took a deep breath. “Before you say anything else I have a question for you. Which means more to you; having me as your mate or getting the chance to go back in time and kill Frieza before he destroys your planet?”
“What
kind of a question is that?” Vegeta scoffed and then allowed himself a small
smile, as his gaze hovered on Bulma. “But I shall humour you and answer. Destroying Frieza and saving
my planet would mean far more to me, not that I don’t just love it here on
earth with you.” Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, and again
flexed the bond. “Why do you ask?”
Seventeen
let Bulma go but kept a hand on her shoulder when she tried to move forward
again, he looked at Bulma who nodded with a quick jerk of her head. “Vegeta,
You knew Bulma was building a time machine right?” Vegeta nodded at Seventeen
continued, “Well what you probably didn’t know was that Bulma actually did make
the time machine,” He drew in a breath, enjoying the suspense, “and it
works.”
“Woman?
Is this true?” Vegeta’s expression changed from mocking to hopeful and Bulma
felt her insides twist, for a moment it had seemed as if she was seeing the old
Vegeta, the Vegeta she had loved. The bond tweaked inside of her and Bulma
forced herself to take a steadying breath – every moment that Vegeta was near
her she was feeling more and more attracted to him but it was because of him!
“Bulma?”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, moving to touch her when the
android stepped in his way.
“Stop
this Vegeta!” He hissed at the saiyan, but Vegeta only smirked.
He
touched Bulma almost gently and she pulled herself out of her daydream, “I
asked if this true?”
Bulma
shook her head in confusion and tried to step back, the world rocked around her
as Vegeta tried to force her to come to him through the bond. She backed away
another step before Vegeta growled and grabbed her by the throat, pulling her
close to him and slamming his mouth onto hers.
“Get
off her.” Seventeens voice was calm and steady as he held a glowing ki ball
against Vegeta’s face, the threat quite obvious. Slowly the saiyan prince
peeling away from his mate and stood glowering at the android. “We’re trying to
be nice to you Vegeta. Bulma doesn’t want to kill you but I sure as hell do –
so just give me an excuse and you’re dead.” The ki ball dissipated and the
android shook his head. “Now you can either go with us to capsule corp or you
can stay here and die. Your choice.”
Bulma
nodded as she wiped her mouth and slipped a look to Trunks who was looking at
his father strangely, as if seeing him for the first time. She looked back at
Vegeta and met his eyes, a wash of dizziness flushing through her as she
struggled not to step forward and fall into his arms. What was worse was
that she suspected he wasn’t even trying to manipulate her through the bond…it
was her who wanted to go to him now.
“The
fact is Vegeta,” Eighteen spoke up and gave him a cold smile, “We’re giving you
a choice now. You can stay here and try to win Bulma back, and we’ll have to
kill you, or you can use Bulma’s time machine and stop Frieza from killing your
father and your planet. It’s your choice.”
Vegeta opened his mouth and seemed about to speak, but then he closed it wordlessly and stared Bulma, watching as she fought the final stage of the saiyan bonding. He could feel her attraction to him and could smell her arousal…but even with the saiyan bond she would never love him – not as long as that thing was around claming to love her. He clenched his fists and looked at Seventeen and then back at his mate, realising that while he had always wanted Bulma he had never really longed for her the same way she had longed for Seventeen in her mind the whole time he had kept her with him.
No one noticed as Eighteen and Gohan snuck
away.
****^_^****
“You’re
not going to kill Vegeta?” Gohan frowned at the android. “I thought for sure
you would.”.
“It
was Bulma’s idea; I suppose she must still have some feelings for him.” Eighteen
tossed her blonde hair back and considered Gohan. “Why? Do you think it’s a bad
idea?”
“It
could be, Vegeta’s almost insane. His anger makes him deranged and dangerous.
Maybe he has been all along…I don’t know, but I wouldn’t trust him with the time
machine, for all we know he may go back in time and off you and your brother,
hell, he might go back to when he first met Goku just so he can fight and beat
him. Then again I could be wrong, he might go back and save his planet…but I
wouldn’t put it past him to pull something sneaky.” Gohan lent up against a
tree, “But as long as he leaves I’ll be happy…his too unstable, especially
since he bonded with Bulma.”
****^_^****
Vegeta
finally came to a decision. He shook his head and smirked, “Okay Bulma, we’ll
do it your way. We’ll go back to Capsule Corp…or what’s left of it.” Vegeta
paused to give Seventeen a dirty look, “And then you can show me how to control
your damned machine, BUT, once I’ve stopped Frieza I will come back, do you
understand? I will return and I will destroy the androids.” His
black eyes bored into hers and Bulma nodded. She tried to hide her smile of
jubilation as she nodded and followed Vegeta as he blasted past her and
Seventeen in the direction of their old home.
“Mommy?”
Trunks paused near her and tugged on the hem of the shirt she had on, “What’s
wrong with Daddy?”
“You’re
daddy is sick Trunks, and I’m sending him away.” Bulma stroked Trunk’ lavender
hair.
“Will
he ever come back?”
Bulma
looked down into the trusting face of her son and bit her lip as she saw the
truth in his eyes; Trunks had known that Vegeta was going crazy; somehow her
little boy had finally worked out the truth on his own. He just didn’t realise
that it was the bond that had done it to his father…I was she that had driven
him crazy and the bond had worsened his jealousy tenfold – it was only the
thought of destroying the monster who had ruined his childhood that was forcing
Vegeta to leave.
“No
Trunks.” She shook her head. “Your father isn’t ever coming back.”
****^_^****
Capsule
Corp was little more then rubble thanks to Seventeen’s blast the previous day,
but the basement was still intact, the steel doors that led down to it were
still locked and when the party of six made their way into it nothing had been
disturbed – save for the roof which Android seventeen had flown though the day
he’d capture Bulma.
Bulma
smiled at remembrance of how frightened she had been as she pulled the sheet
off of her creation and stared at it, deep down regretting that it was now
going to be wasted on Vegeta, when she had planned for it to be used to save
Goku, she hastily blinked back tears and turned to face him.
“Okay
Vegeta, this button here is how you capsulize it and this one here opens the
hatch…” Bulma launched into an explanation of how the time machine worked, she
showed him how to type in the coordinates and how to read how much power was left
in it. The entire time she stood next to him her skin buzzed with the knowledge
that he was her mate…but her love for Seventeen was stronger and without Vegeta
manipulating the bond everything was easier.
“So
you think you can handle it?” Seventeen raised an eyebrow as Bulma climbed out
and left Vegeta in the pilot’s seat.
“I
know I can handle it android.” He scoffed down and let his gaze linger on Bulma
and Trunks then he looked away. “Bulma, come here for a moment.” He motioned
her to come closer and Bulma immediately did, unable to fight his command. When
she had drawn level with him again he reached out and touched her face again.
“I’m
sorry that I have to leave you with him.” Vegeta told her.. He pulled her
closer and kissed her, feeling part of her rebel deep down even at this small
contact. Regretfully he pulled away and watched her. “A few more hours and you
would have been mine completely you know.”
“I
know.” She stared at him with troubled eyes. “I don’t love you though. Not
anymore.”
“I’ll
still come back one day Bulma, you can rely on that.”
Bulma
said nothing as Vegeta punched in the date he wished to travel to and started
the time machine up; it levitated in the air for several seconds and then
disappeared with a zap and like that Vegeta was gone. For a moment there was
silence then the androids bust out cheering, Gohan looked at the ground and
seemed sadder then he should have been to see him go. Trunks lent into his
mother legs and began to cry silently.
“Aren’t
you worried he might come back?” Gohan raised his eyes and looked at Bulma who
also looked half saddened and half relieved.
“No,
he can’t come back. While I was showing Vegeta how to work the controls
Seventeen drained the battery down to one-quarter power. That’s only enough to
get Vegeta back to Planet Vegeta. So no, I’m not worried coming back.”
Seventeen
slipped an arm around her shoulders. “It’s for the best, you heard what he said
about the bond.” His cool blue eyes met hers and he pulled her against his
lithe body, holding her tightly.
Bulma
looked up and smiled suddenly, “I know, even before he left I think I was
mostly under the control of the bond. It’s just that Vegeta wasn’t controlling
me – I think maybe he knew he’d gone too far.” She smiled secretively and then
widened her grin. “To change the topic I have two more things to tell you
Seventeen.”
“And
they are?”
“Well
the bond does seem to have completely gone.” Bulma laughed as Seventeen gave
her a hug, “But that’s not all…” She took a deep breath. “According to my nano
bots…I’m pregnant.”
“Pregnant?”
Seventeen raised his eyebrows, “To me or Him?”
Bulma
laughed winked at him. “That’s my little secret.”
Seventeen
picked Bulma up into his arms and kissed her, slowly levitating out of the
basement with the others following. The landed on what had once been the lawn
of capsule corp, leaning or sitting on the rubble that littered the ground. “So
what should we do now? Now that’s it all over I mean?” She asked him Seventeen
shrugged then gave her a wicked look that spoke volumes about what he wanted to
do.
“Well
we could…” Gohan was interrupted by a ‘zap’ sound and before their eyes
the time machine materialised again. The top of it slowly opened and a smirking
Vegeta hopped out. He watched them all with a sneer before he turned around and
helped somebody else out…a small blue haired woman wearing a beige dress over a
black cat suit. Gohan and Bulma’s mouths dropped as Vegeta and a past version
of herself stared back at them.
“What
the fuck is going on here?” Bulma looked at the younger version of herself and
then at Vegeta, “How did you get back and who the hell is that?”
“Well
since you asked…” Vegeta smirked and put an arm around the Namekian Bulma….
THE END
…or is it? The sequel to this fic is called ‘Passions
Price’.