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dragon ball z or dragon ball gt, nor do I make any money from this fic. Please
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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Seventeen
continued to press Bulma into the wall, his head slightly tilted as he waited
for her to answer him. He tilted his head and gently stoked a hand down her
face. “Made up your mind yet?”
“I
guess…I’ll have to say yes.” Bulma pulled away from him. “I’m not exactly being
given a choice here am I?”
Seventeen
gave her a small smile, “No. No choice.”
“Well
then…give me the damned injection. And this better not hurt.” Bulma gave the
android a mock glare and then sat on one of the operating tables as he came
over to her with a needle. Bulma held out her arm and Seventeen injected the
serum. She stared down and her arm and then yawned and began to blink, she
wobble unsteadily and Seventeen held her upright.
“Whoa,
it didn’t hurt but I am…” Bulma yawned again, “I am getting a tiny…bit…sleepy…”
Bulma slumped back and Seventeen lowered her down gently, a possessive but
scary smirk on his handsome face.
“Yes,
sleep. You’ll need all the sleep you can get. Tomorrow we attack and then its
good bye Vegeta.” Seventeen arranged Bulma on the operating table walked back
to the serum. “Now according to this you’ll be out for several hours my little
one. Until then…” Seventeen put a light blanket over Bulma and exited the lab,
“Until then I may just go and pay your husband a little visit. Update him on
the matters at hand.” Seventeen allowed himself an indulgent and cocky laugh
then he blasted off to find Vegeta.
***(&)***
Vegeta
gave a throaty growl as he sparred with Gohan; things were getting unbearable
without Bulma. He hated imagining what that freak of an android was doing to
her, probably unspeakable acts of torture (A/N
- oh Vegeta…if only you knew ^_^) annd other horrible things. And it was
his entire fault. Vegeta could remember the first time he had been warned
about him about leaving Bulma alone; amazingly enough it had been Eighteen who
had warned him…
***FLASHBACK TO THREE YEARS
AGO***
“Really Vegeta, You should have more
sense then this.” Eighteen had been gloating over the body of Piccolo; Seventeen
had Krillen in a headlock and was attempting to strangle him to death. The
blonde android smirked at Vegeta and crossed her arms over her chest as she
slowly walked around the Namekian’s body.
“More sense them what?” Vegeta sent
some ki blasts at Eighteen who had laughed and dodged them.
“More sense then to leave Bulma home
alone with no one to protect her. My brother had taken quite a liking to her
you know.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and dodged the flurry of
punches he sent at her.
“You’re lying android, trying to scare
me away so you’ll live.” Vegeta had given her a mocking smirk, despite having a
broken arm and fractured ribs while she had not a scratch on her.
“Oh Vegeta, don’t say I didn’t warn
you. Just give him an excuse and he’ll he after her like wild fire, yeah, you’d
better watch out, Seventeen has all kinds of plans for Bulma when he gets his
hands on her.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows knowingly. “I really should
kill you, but it’s going to be fun to watch what happens when my brother does
eventually make his move…”
***END FLASHBACK***
Vegeta
gritted his teeth, how was he to know the android had been telling the truth?
He’d though she was just trying to use some sort of psycho-mind trick on him.
He may not love the woman…but she was his god dammit! His!
“Why…hello
Vegeta. Hello Gohan.”
The
two saiyans whipped around to face the source of their inner torment. Seventeen
hovered above them, his arms crossed over his chest and his hair blowing softly
in a breeze.
“You!”
Vegeta forced himself not to attack as Seventeen landed and gave Vegeta an
insanely huge grin.
“Yes,
it’s me.” The dark haired humanoid made a flourish with is hand and grinned.
“And can I just say for starters that your wife is absolutely fantastic in
bed…” Seventeen burst into laughter as Vegeta gave a cry of rage and flung
himself at the android. “No I take that back…” Seventeen flew away form Vegeta
and settled himself on a rock a few hundred metres away, “She more then
fantastic! She an animal! Some of the things she can do when she gets hot! Boy!
She’s more of a machine in the sack then I am. All night she kept going!”
“You’re
a LIAR!” Vegeta gave another one of his famous screams and was only just
restrained by Gohan as he tried to fling himself at Seventeen.
“No
Vegeta! Calm down! He’s lying; we both know he’s lying. As much as I hate to
admit it Vegeta, Bulma’s probably dead by now. He’s just trying to provoke you
into a fight.” Gohan shoved Vegeta away from Seventeen, “Ignore him!”
“Oh
Bulma’s not dead, far from it.” Seventeen flew up close to them and gave them
both a chilling smile. “Vegeta; let me ask you a question. Had you been
ignoring Bulma a little too much lately?”
Vegeta
paled a little but made no movements, he just made a small growling sound.
“Yeah
I thought so. She seemed pretty pent up to me, was it you who taught her to
bite like that and use her nails? Man…” Seventeen blocked the ki blast that
Vegeta hurled at him. “Now, now, hold your temper Vegeta. People change, sometimes
overnight. And let me tell you, when you next see Bulma…” He dissolved into
laughter again, “You’re not going to believe your eyes.” With that Seventeen
blasted off while Vegeta yelled insults and profanities form below.
“Stupid
monkey.” Seventeen thought as he flew back to the lab. He hadn’t had so much
tormenting people for quite some time!
***(&)***
Bulma
opened her eyes abruptly. She’d never woken from a sleep feeling so refreshed
before! She stared at tiny cracks in the ceiling. Funny, she thought, I
never noticed the ceiling was cracked. She looked at them harder and with
an inaudible gasp she realised the cracks were tiny, minute cracks that were so
small she hadn’t been able to see them before.
Bulma
shot up and landed crouched on the floor in an animal like way, far more
graceful then she had been in years. She was intensely aware of every fibre of
her body; she straightened and stretched, revelling in the power that she felt
within herself. This must be why Vegeta’s so cocky, Bulma smiled to herself as
she thought of her ex-mate, she still liked him but that stage of her life was
over now. Seventeen was he future. He cared about her like Vegeta never had.
“Bulma?”
Seventeens voice interrupted her thoughts a he came jogging down the stairs,
attracted by the feel of Bulma’s ki which was phenomenal. It was almost larger
then his sisters had been. “Hey, you’re awake!” He gave her his lady killer
smile and gave her a kiss. “Nice to see the serum didn’t kill you.” He gave her
another grin and sat on the operating table that Bulma had been lying on.
“I brought you some lunch.” He held up a
packet of Popeye’s chicken and handed Bulma a piece as he began to eat the
other one.
“I
didn’t know you androids ate.” Bulma took a bite and savoured the taste, with
her new senses she taste everything a lot more clearly.
“We
don’t have to eat, but we can. We were originally human you know – we’re just a
little altered.” Seventeen watched Bulma closely, aware that she was moving
with new grace and aware that her body had changed more then perhaps Bulma had
realised. She was much more muscled looking now and her eyes had a decidedly
odd glint in them, not the sweet look that Bulma had once had.
They
finished eating and Bulma continued to flick her eyes around the lab, with her
new sight she could see the smaller details that she hadn’t been able to see
before, she focused on Seventeen and realised that he had real skin.
“You’re
more a cyborg then a android anent you?” Bulma stroked a hand down his cheek.
“You have real skin…although your hair isn’t natural.”
“No
I’m pretty much all android, my skin isn’t actually alive, it’s made form tiny
little android cells. I believe it’s the same type of cell that Gero used to
make this little green thing. He called it Cell.” Seventeen pointed to a
smashed tank that held the carcass of a tiny little green worm like thing, “My
sister killed it during one of her little tantrums.” His eyes darkened with
pain at the thought of his sister, Bulma, however brightened.
“You
know, if you can find me her parts I may be able to re-build her. I am a
genius you know.” Bulma tossed her hair and pursed her lips.
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