KING NOTHING
By: AMCM74

 

 

Vegeta burst through the door, and into the establishment that these earthlings called a “bar”. He shot a quick glance around the room. He did not see what he was looking searching for…

 

THERE! The blue haired woman, with sapphire eyes was dressed in less then an intergalactic whore. She was the cause of all this trouble. He narrowed his black eyes and moved through the room toward his target. She would play for disrupting his training. Oh yes, that was for certain.

 

Bulma Briefs was sitting at the counter with a few men around her. She was smiling up stupidly at one of them, as he spoke to her. The seductive grin only served in encouraging the fool. She never even sensed the approach of the Saiyan Prince, until he was upon her.

"Woman!" Vegeta grabbed her arm, with a fierce grip. "Your father requests your presence at the house." Then in a deep growl, he let his gaze bore into hers. “Immediately.” The implication in the single word bespoke volumes to her.

Bulma blinked at him through half open eyes "Vegeta?" She couldn’t say she was happy to see him. She was not really in the mood to face any of her close friends right now. Not after recent events… The slow realization of his grip on her arm awakened her annoyance. The wide blue orbs narrowed and she shouted, "Vegeta, let me go!” she yanked her arm free of his hold and turned away, dismissing him with a motion. “I don't want to come home now."

Vegeta allowed her action and snorted. He stared at the ground considering his options. "That fool, Yamcha, came by to get his stuff. He told your father some silly talk about the two of you fighting. He says he never wants to lay eyes on your jealous ass again. After that he left your father's home.” Vegeta snarled his next statement. “Now your father has refused to fix my gravity room until I deliver you home. We will leave now."

"Bulma, baby, who is the little guy, your kid brother?" One of the men supplied. It was followed a chuckle that rippled through the group. The man dropped his hand to the top of Vegeta’s head and ruffled his hair.

Bulma gritted her teeth at their ignorant actions. She did not miss the muscle that ticked in Vegeta's cheek. It alerted her to his intentions almost instantly. It was not like she could do anything about it, after all this was Vegeta they were messing with. Looking at the males around her, she muttered. "I don't want to get into that right now." In a desperate attempt to spare these fools undo medical trips she tried to stand up. Although there was no doubt she was intoxicated as she fell forward into Vegeta's open arms. He held her up easily enough and quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Are you sick, woman?" He sounded a little concerned, and the knowledge caused her heart to skip a beat. The answer for his seemingly unexplained change of heart was all too quick to come. "Your father said if you where harmed in the retrieving I would not get my gravity room fixed, until you were well. You had best not be ill." Bulma pushed off him and stood up straight, even though she swayed a bit at first.

A hand rose in a haze to her forehead and she snapped "I am not ill. I am drunk! D-R-U-N-K, you alien airhead. You should try it some time." Bulma stared the Prince of Saiyans. Ugh, how many times had she heard him brash around that title? It wasn't as if she didn't already know who he had been.

 

She turned and glanced to the DJ and in a few angry strides came up to him. She shouted something that Vegeta could not make out over the load music in the smoke filled room.

 

The DJ looked confused, "Trust me,” Bulma assured him. She backed away and looked over her shoulder, the brilliant eyes promising retribution for Vegeta’s intrusion into her life. "He'll understand." She motioned to Vegeta, as the whining of a guitar filtered its way through the air.

 

Wish I may

Wish I might

Have this I wish tonight

Are you satisfied?

 

"What are you up to?" Vegeta glanced around the room. The music started and Bulma smiled a wicked grin he had seen in too many battles. It was the smile of victory. What was she doing that made her so confident?

 

Bulma walked toward him, her hips swaying saucily. Little did he know, he was about to get a royal set down.

 

Dig for gold

Dig for fame

You dig to make your name

Are you pacified?

 

"You wouldn't dare hurt me with my father's threat hanging over your head.” She giggled as she came up to him. “This chance may never come again. I think it is time I get back at you for insisting on calling me woman." She wrapped her arms around him, and directed him to the crowded dance floor. Once there, Bulma began to start mouthing the words to the song. She moved her body against his in a coaxing motion, while she moved her lips past his ear with a self-righteous anger.

Vegeta stood in shock. Never had a female dare touch him in this manner with out being granted permission. What in the hell did she think she was doing!?!
 

All the wants you waste

All the things you've chased

Then it all crashes down

 

 

Bulma let her body rest against Vegeta’s harm muscular one for support. With out him there it was most likely she would land face down on the floor. It was her complete and total intent to bring the surly Prince down a few pegs. Afterall it was just what he deserved for ignoring her. She knew the Yamcha was pretty jealous over her apparent interest in Vegeta. Not that it was her fault! Vegeta was a fine specimen of a man. He was perfectly formed and so determined and focused it made her shiver just thinking about it.

 

In her drunken state she wondered just what he would be like in bed. Did he make love with the same fierce intensity as he did everything in his life? Oh, the possibility was just an enigma she was dying to find out. Still she was unwilling to actually die to learn the answer to this secret. He was Vegeta after all. The hardened and cold warrior would rather kill the human race rather than deal with them. If not for Goku, he would not even be here now.

 

She had forgotten that when she see this plan in motion. It seemed now all she could do was ride it out and see what reaction she got out of him. Maybe if she were lucky Goku would avenge her death.

And you break your crown

And you point your finger, but there's no one around

Just want one thing

Just to play the King

But the castle's crumbled and you're left with just a name

Where's your crown, King Nothing?

Where's your crown?

Vegeta began to see the point the song that seemed to mock him. By no means had mere words hit him so hard. He had said it himself; he’d been reduced to a planet-less, subject-less Prince.

 

He was about to lose his temper when Bulma grabbed his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Never in his life had he felt the jolt of shock that ran through him now. The woman was crazy! What was she thinking? Why would she be so bold as to do something like this? Didn’t she realize what could happen, what he would like to do to her fragile form as soon as he got her away from prying eyes? Her father’s threat could be damned!

 

In the mist of torment on his soul, she reached in and swept it away with the passionate touch of her lips. Her soft body molded to his, the silken hand trailing down, to run over the bulge taking form just below his waist.

 

There was no doubting her motives now. Vegeta had been ignoring her since he had gotten to the Earth. Thinking she was with that fool, Yamcha. The truth was now apparent. This blue haired woman was uncontrollably drawn to him. He had felt it as well. Still he had tried to deny it, fearing the rejection she would undoubtedly give such a killer such as he. He had been forced to treat her with hot and cold affection. Bulma was no longer going to allow that. As a seasoned warrior, he knew when someone was trying to goad a response from him. Yet he was still trying to catch up to the rolling emotions that this song and her kiss where infusing him with.

Hot and cold

Bought and sold

A heart as hard as gold

Yeah! Are you satisfied?

Wish I might, Wish I may

You wish your life away

Are you pacified?

Vegeta pushed Bulma away so fiercely that she frowned at him with expressive disappointment melting into her features. Her eyes glowing at him like the endless oceans of this planet. It was the tears threatening to overflow that held him back from raining his turbulent emotions down on her. "We leave. Now, Bulma." The sound of her name on his lips caused his stomach to knot. It was like acknowledging her as an equal. She was now a living breathing part of his world, and from now on he would not be able to deny it or her. He put his arm over her shoulders and helped her walk out the front door. His cold eyes moved over the room daring anyone to step in his way.

 

All the wants you waste

All the things you've chased

Then it all crashes down

And you break your crown

And you point your finger, but there's no one around

Just want one thing

Just to play the King

But the castle's crumbled and you're left with just a name

Where's your crown, King Nothing?

Where's your crown?

Huh!

It was two nights later:

Bulma sat at her window looking out at the stars. She had not seen Vegeta since that night. It wasn't like her to hide, but then it wasn't much like Vegeta either. Her mother had told her that he had yet to come out of the newly repaired Gravity Room. It was only when she was also informed that he hadn't even eaten since that night at the bar, that Bulma began to wonder. What had happened between them? Was it merely a kiss, or a look, or even the words of the song that has such an effect on the seemingly immovable mountain of cold emotion that Vegeta was? Looking up at the stars for the millionth time, she could hardly see through the embarrassed tears in her eyes. The words fell out of her mouth, unbidden in a hushed reverence.

Wish I may, wish I might

Have this wish, I wish tonight

I want that star, I want it now

I want it all and I don't care how

It was then she felt the hot breath on the back of her neck. She spun her head letting the blue hair float around her pale face. She bit back a gasp as she came to look into Vegeta's deep dark eyes. She hadn't heard him come in, so skillful his stealth abilities. It has seemed that he had slipped into her troubled heart as well as her room. She gazed at him in shock. It could have easily been an illusion brought up from her own mind to tease her.

 

It was only when he reached out and brushed her hair off her shoulder that she allowed her mind to accept he was there, warm and genuine. In a tender moment so unlike Vegeta, he leaned in and  whispered into her ear.

Careful what you wish

Careful what you say

Careful what you wish you may regret it

Careful what you wish you just may get it

Bulma gasped at his words.  The reality of what he was saying set in on her. How could he have possibly known those words? They had left the bar before they were even sung.

 

Before she could ponder this longer, he kissed her as deeply as she had kissed him that fateful night. Lifting her more than eager body into his arms, he carried her to the bed.

 

“It’s time, Bulma.”

Off to never never land

 

 

 

The end