Dangerous Bond

Chapter 16 : Not dreams, nightmares

Bulma woke with a start. The images of her nightmare still pulsed through her head but they no longer made any sense. All but one: her back yard, covered in thick purple blood. The image was seemingly imprinted on her brain and as she looked around her massive luxury room she didn't feel any better; if anything, the sight of so many places something evil could hide scared her. She began to shiver, pulling the silky sheets up around her shoulders.

For ten minutes she sat up in bed, cold and afraid. She was afraid to move in case the hararothingies saw her and hadn't even turned on the light. Pressing her back against the headboard she whimpered, then pressed her ear against the hard surface. Through it she heard Vegeta muttering to himself in his room. Her ears weren't good enough to figure out what he was saying, but just the sound of his voice made her feel better.

She looked toward her door.

'Okay, no evil haro... hara? Um, whatever, let's call them... Monsters. Monsters in sight. All I need to do is get over there and go a teeny tiny distance. Come on, you can do it Bulma...'

She slipped both feet slowly out of bed and wrapped her bathrobe around her shivering pyjama-clad shoulders.

'It's not that far...'

In the room next door Vegeta tossed and turned in his sleep. The same nightmare as he had had months before was currently torturing his mind once again, with yet another variant of his father's death.

'Freiza! Leave my father alone! Ri haraorchi niy tharem...'

Vegeta sat bolt upright in bed, cold sweat making his chiselled muscles shine in the moonlight streaming through his window. He stayed where he was for a second before forcing his head back down onto the pillow. The prince had spent the entire day after the Harathokin attack training and needed rest. Now was not a good time to go off on another of his night trips. It was just a dream. He could ignore it.

In the room beside Vegeta's, Bulma made it to the door. Glancing fearfully over her shoulder she hurriedly turned the cold metal doorknob and stepped out into the hall.

'All right, let's get out of here!'

Closing her door behind her Bulma knocked quietly on that of Vegeta.

"Come in, Bulma." His voice permitted from the other side.

She blinked, 'How did he know it was me?' She wondered to herself.

As she stepped inside Vegeta sat up again in bed, propping himself up on his elbows. Bulma smiled when she saw him, feeling better already.

"What scared you?" He inquired after a second.

"I had a... Hey, wait! How did you know I was scared?" She had stopped shivering when she had knocked, how could he tell?

"Your heart is beating faster than normal," He replied nonchalantly, "And your breathing is slightly irregular."

"And you can tell all that how...?"

"I can hear it. Now, what do you want me for?"

Bulma gazed at him, taking in everything she could see. He was shirtless, pale blue moonlight streaming through the window accenting every corded muscle in his chest and neck. His hair was a mess yet again and he was tangled in the sheets. The glint of sweat suddenly alerted her to the fact that he too had been dreaming. And I'm not talking butterflies and rainbows here.

The blue haired beauty came and sat on the edge of his bed.

"I had a nightmare. I'm scared and I sorta wondered... Can I stay with you tonight?"

He regarded her quietly, coal black eyes calm. She could, couldn't she?

Vegeta nodded. "All right then, but don't hog the covers and don't blame me if your parents find us like this and your mother throws a fit again."

Bulma smiled as she slid down beside him, untangling the covers and snuggling up to his strong body. "Don't worry about that. My mother likes you now, you know. She thinks you're a hero from saving me twice."

The Saiyan grunted in amusement and Bulma laughed slightly as the sound tickled her ear. Vegeta wrapped an arm around her, warming her up even more.

"You'd better not kick, woman."

"You had better not. I'll never be beautiful again if you do."

Vegeta felt a slight smile tease his lips. "G'night, Bulma."

"G'night, Vegeta."

Bulma woke the next morning sprawled out over the bed with her head on her companion's chest. She was on a diagonal, Vegeta straight down the bed with his arm laid gently over her chest and stomach. He was still asleep, his chest rising and lowering slowly. Bulma smiled at him. He was so cute, so sexy, so... ARGH! What's a girl to do when someone like him comes along, huh?

Rolling over onto her side so that she was facing his head she gazed lovingly at him, tracing the line of the jaw with a finger. His skin was as soft as hers, she realised with a start. Very slowly she dragged her finger down his neck and across his chest. Still soft!

Sudden desire took over Bulma and she locked both hands behind his back, holding her slender, perfect figure to his strong well-muscled one. Vegeta opened his eyes into slits, then further. Bulma noticed his waking, sliding up and kissing him lightly. He shivered slightly as the movement rubbed her hard nipples over his chest. Even through cloth this got to him immediately and he pulled her closer to him, kissing her mouth, neck, arms.

Bulma giggled at the sensation and hugged him even closer to her. Their heartbeats blended again and she felt herself relax completely, melting into Vegeta's arms. His furry Saiyan tail appeared out of nowhere, snaking up her back beneath her shirt and massaging the skin between her shoulder blades.

She reached over and stroked the silky brown fur, drawing her hand from the base of the tail to where it reached her shirt. Vegeta's body convulsed against hers with pleasure at the contact and she felt him hard against her. She was just considering giving him her all when he knock was heard on her bedroom door.

"Bulma honey!" Bunny called innocently to the empty room, "Wake up, breakfast's ready."

Bulma pushed herself away from Vegeta and stood up, mind working in overdrive. "What do we do now?" She hissed to him, "I've gotta get back in that room before she decides to wake me up personally!"

An evil smile tugged the corner of Vegeta's mouth. "I thought she wouldn't care about us being together." He reminded his sweating onna in a quiet voice, "Decided otherwise?"

It was Bulma's turn to be mean. She put a hand on her hip and looked up at the ceiling, putting a finger to her chin. "Well, let's see. It wouldn't be that bad, would it? I mean, my mother is a chatterbox and soon the entire world, even Goku will know about us so..."

"All right, all right woman!" He exclaimed, almost loud enough for Bunny to hear. "I'll get you over there."

Bulma smiled sweetly at him. "As long as you're happy..."

Growling something incomprehensible to Bulma, Vegeta wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her slight frame into the air and flying from his balcony to hers, which was always unlocked. Mouthing a thank you Bulma slipped through the sliding door and into her room just as Bunny opened the door. If the blonde had been looking, she would have seen the very tip of a silky brown tail disappearing from the window's view...

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