#//a fellow traveling idiot on the road equals friend

[vagabondfromkanto]

"Ha, thanks. You got an interesting definition of 'cute' tho. Been on the road for like five days straight, can't be that cute. Speakin' of which, you know bikes, I take it? Yours is definitely in a better shape than mine."

👁‍🗨 @ Franky + "Oi, 'xcuse me, you got a spare chain link by chance? Kinda done fuck'd up and snapped mine."

"Ouuh love ya style sweetheart! Sure got one right on me in case cute girls wanna borrow it heh!"

[stankycowboy]

Continued from x.

He had cautioned his merry gang of miscreants from the heist. There had never been a time when Severen could recall anything of value coming out of the mountains that wasn't precious metals; mostly just tradesfolk peddling wares. What goods could one man on his lonesome be carting that would interest them? Still, it had been a while since their last ride and he knew from experience ( and own disquietude ) that restless men were no good to anyone, so he had acquiesced to the little misadventure. Four of them had rode down the wagon, traveler not putting up much of a fight, unseating the stranger and leaving him out on the side of the road. Just as a bit of forethought, Severen had stayed back with Westin, figuring that if the wagon proved a bust, then they could at least get whatever paper the feller had on him. Not an entirely wasted venture. Or so he hoped.

As the two remaining members of the posse rode up on the stranded man, Westin unholstered his pistol, leveling it, catching a stern look from his leader who had to hide it fast. Turning his attention to the stranger, Severen did his best attempt at casual innocence. It was neutral at best. For one recently disavowed of his possessions, their new acquaintance did not seem too down in the mouth. Severen felt there was something to his earlier hunch after all. "Them boys? Maybe seen 'em around". Westin's hand had a jitter to it that his fellow desperado felt discomfited by. No fear for the accosted man's life, more wariness if Westin should get squirrely on him. "You'll have to forgive my friend here, bit jumpy on the draw, y'know how it gets out on the road". Unhorsing to get on equal ground, Severen took visible account of @cohuta trying to size up what sort of encounter he was to expect. One hand held the reins, the other hooking a thumb into his belt. "I just can't help but wonder if it might mean anythin' to ya gettin' yer goods back?" He flashed a toothy smile that did not reach his eyes. In the back of his mind he was imagining the hole he was fixin' to put in the dunderheaded idiot who had come up with this goose chase.

[thetaleofarnothevas]

A Spectacle of Red

This ... this isn’t how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be easy. Routine highwayman buisness. Wealthy looking fellow wanders through the wrong part of the country ,we take out his guards in an ambush , strip him of his belongings , and sell him back for a hefty ransom. Done it a dozen times before , shouldn’t be an issue , right ? Yeah , that’s what we thought.

The thing that should have given us a bad feeling that this was no ordinary rich fellow - if It even was a fellow. He travelled completely alone through these here woods , draped in weird looking garbs of multicoloured silk and what looked like ... spun gold ?At his hip he had a sword , sure. But even from a distance one could tell that that sword was just one of those expensive , fancy looking ones nobles use to look important.  But , despite all better judgement, we walked out onto the road, as per usual. Four of us in front , four in the back and two on each side. And then the stranges thing happened... he cheerfully greeted us. “Oh my , what a band of strapping young men you all are - to what do I owe the pleasure ?”

You know that feeling when you see someone or something , and your gut just drops and every fiber in your being just wants to run as fast as you can ?That’s the feeling that crept into me the moment He started to open is mouth. That silvery voice , that oozing confidence and ... something else. There was something else behind those deep lavender eyes.

“Well good afternoon to you as well , good sir. It seems like you , regretably , haven’t paid the toll to pass through here. So I , regretably , would have to ask you to pay up” Something in me already regretted Garl saying that. “A toll ? Oh my , I did not know I had to pay a toll to pass through these here lands ! But , regretably , do not cary nary a coin on my person, nor any other belongings of interest to such enterprising gentlemen as you.” “Oh that’s fine”, Garl smiled , like the fucking idiot he was. “That sword of yours- that should cover up the toll just fine.” I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw taht figure slowly walking up to Garl , a look of sincerest inscencerity on his face. Which , I only now had noticed , was framed by way too long and pointy ears - an elf ? No, that wasn’t an Elf. Something close maybe. But definitly not an Elf.

He unbuckled his sword from his belt , and with an almost presentary flourish , he handed this gorgeus blade , held in an equally gorgeus scabard. Were those fucking mythril inlays ? I ain’t never seen the stuff before , but from what I’ve heard it looks like “starlight given form”. And that definitly fit the bill here. “Well now ! I’m glad we got through this here buisness without any unnecessary complications ! Now , if you would please...” Garl didn’t get to finish that sentence. Adimitly , it’s hard to speak with five long , painted fingernails almost an inch deep in your throat. As Garl dropped to the ground like the sack of shit he was , that elven-looking fellow drew his blade in a flourish so absurdly flashy it had to be from one of the fighting styles those weird Tal-folk use. And did he just ... lick his fingers ...? With a stance that looked like it belonged in an opera performance , he stood there , his lips curled into a smile , lavender eyes taking in the horror in the other men. “Shall we ?” He danced through our guys. Sometimes holding his long , slender blade in one hand , sometimes in two , and sometimes - I swear it on my still good leg- he didn’t hold that fucking blade at all. I don’t think I need to tell you that little ol’Bran , barely 18 winters at the time , almost shat himself as he stood there, watching his fellows get cut down. And that wasn’t even the worst yet. You see , despite the fact that we were highwayman , we were pretty much equipped as any mercenary would be. Armor and weaponry were well kept. So , it came as it often happens on the battlefield. After cutting down another hapless man- I think Josea was his name - the Elf-things blade got stuck somewhere between all those ribs and armor. Which , in any normal circumstance , is a death sentence. Oh it was , believe me. But not for Him. He let go of that blade an instant after it had gotten itself firmly stuck in Josea’s chest , and he turned around and started chanting und his breath. Some weird , singsongy stuff in that accursed silvery voice of his. And now that I remember it ... I think i saw his skin turn almost ... pale blue there for a second ? What happened to poor Ravel after that is still , to this day , the most horrifying thing I have ever seen happen to a fellow man. As Ravel swung at him, seeing an opportunity now that his blade was gone , the Elf-thing danced aside and just lightly brushed Ravel’s cheek. Have you ever heard the phrase “blood freezing in your veins” ? That’s what happened to poor old Ravel. In an instant , all his blood froze. And it froze fast enough for it to form icy spikes that pierced his skin and probably everything under ot as well. As one can imagine , moral wasn’t high after what the few last standing men , including me , had just seen. So , we did what every highwayman , when faced with unfavorable odds , does. We ran for our fucking lives. At least , we tried. I could hear them , you know ? Through the trees , I heard them cry and yelp. But I kept running. And running . And running. I ran until my lungs burned like fire and my legs were like dessert jelly. And then some more. But I didn’t run fast enough. Somehow , that Elf-thing caught up to me ,and I swear to the Gods above , it pounced on me from what feels like ... 30 feet or so ?  It hit me with enough force to send me sprawling , and I only stopped when my body hit a treetrunk. Before I could get my bearings , I felt a boot on my chest and a warm , wet blade at my neck. “Now now , we’ve been running enough for one day , haven’t we ? But , alas , were are my manners ? I haven’t even inroduced myself properly yet ! Caoillain Ardyll , Scion to High House Boreas and Messenger to the Court of Seasons - at your humble service.” He was covered in blood , from head to toe. His fair , blonde , almost white hair , was matted with blood , and his robes had taken on the all to familar maroon of half dried blood. And still , there was this smile upon his lips. But his eyes... there was a yearning behin those lavender eyes. “But alas , all things , how ever fun and endearing , must come to an end. And , since a story , however whimsical or full of drama , cannot be told without anyone to tell it , it shall fall to you , my dear enterprising friend , to tell those whom you meet , and who have an ear for a good story , of what transpired here on this most auspicious of days.” And then he ... just left. Cleaned his sword of any blood left ,and just sauntered off into the woods, humming a cheerful tune to himself. The common room of The Tipsy Tanar went quiet.  He had told this story many times , in the 40 odd years since it happened.  Many people would come to the inn just to listen to him tell this tale for thewhat feels like three hundredth time. But hey , it ment a few extra coins for ol’Bran. He could use them , honestly. That tackle from the Elf thing was hard enough to crush his ankle , and when he had found his way back to civilisation all those years before, it was too late for that leg. They didn’t amputate , no , but his left leg was barely usable- and growing older didn’t help. It still hurt sometimes , almost as if to remind him to retell that story. Why did he retell that story that often anyways ... ? And it was on this day , in some shady Inn in New-Aurim , that a grown man shat himself , as a tall , Elf-like man , dressed in almost kingly attire , walked through the front door and greeted him with “Bran , my dear old friend ! I do like your retelling of this tale - though i do have to say You left out the best parts”

[spine-buster]

Slow Hands - Adam Cole

Angst then my attempt at smut.  I apologize in advance if it’s garbage - I don’t usually write it and don’t think I’m very good at it to be perfectly honest.  Named after that catchy-as-fuck Niall Horan song that I listened to all throughout writing this and can’t get out of my head.

~2200 words.

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     “So you finally decided to show up.”

     You were glaring at Adam Cole at this point; equal parts happy and angry that he was making an appearance at your party, which your fellow wrestlers had decided to throw you once they learned you had been signed to compete in the Mae Young Classic.  You didn’t necessarily want one, but you heard their reasoning: realistically, these would be your last weeks on the indies.  If the WWE were smart, they would offer you a contract.        Despondent, Adam looked down at the floor nervously.  You hadn’t seen him since he left Ring of Honour a couple of months ago.  He was always a great friend of yours, helping you train and practicing moves with you.  You were sad when he left, but you knew it because he was on to bigger and better things – he had achieved all their was to achieve in Ring of Honour.  But after he left, the phone calls became less frequent.  The texts would stop randomly and you were left wondering if he was ignoring you.  The friendship that you had cultivated after years of being on the road together seemed like it was dissolving before your very eyes.

     Now, he was here in front of you.  And for now, at least, it seemed like you would be heading to the same place.  You weren’t sure if that would be good thing or a bad thing, considering the last couple of months.      “Can we go somewhere to talk?” he asked timidly, looking at you with his big blue eyes.      Your problem was you couldn’t say no to him.  You grabbed your purse and followed him to the back of the bar, no doubt where he’d take you out to the back alley where guests went to have a smoke.  Once you were both outside, you stood with your arms crossed over your chest.  “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I am happy to see you, finally,” you started.      “I just…I first want to apologize for being such a dick,” he began.      “Understatement of the year,” you muttered, but you knew he heard.      “It’s not like me…and I had no right to…and I’m sorry,” he finished.      You noticed how genuine his voice sounded, how he looked to be in pain at the fact that he had caused you pain, so you decided to drop your harsh tone.  All you really wanted was to get to the bottom of this and you knew you weren’t going to do that if you were being sarcastic and mean.  “What’s been up with you?” you asked.  “I try and call and text, and I get hardly anything back from you.”      “I know,” he acknowledged.      “Then why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?  God Adam, we’re practically best friends!”      You could tell he was trying to put his thoughts into coherent sentences.  “You remember that night we all went out to that bar, just after I left, and you were talking with that guy Jack?”      “Yeah…” you didn’t know why he was bringing him up.  He was a random guy at a bar that you spent the night talking to, who bought you drinks, but nothing ended up happening.  He slipped you his number but you threw it away the second you were back in your hotel room.        “It sounds so…stupid to say now, but I got really upset with you that night,” Adam admitted.      “Why?”      He could only look at you.  You looked at each other until you realized what he was trying to tell you.  “Oh, Adam…come on…”      “I thought for sure something happened between you two.  And I thought, selfishly, that you were rubbing it in, doing it that particular night, because I wasn’t on the road with you guys anymore and --”      “Adam, are you fucking kidding me?” you asked, exasperated.  “That was nothing!”      “I didn’t know it was nothing!” he tried to keep his emotions in check.  “I left early and didn’t see what happened and anybody I tried to get information from didn’t know shit, so I assumed the worst.”      “How could you think that of me?” you asked him, getting angry again.  “You’ve known me for how long?  We’ve shared cheap beds in shitty motel rooms how many times and you think I’d do that to you?”      Adam shook his head.  “I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking --”      “God Adam, you think that because you’re not on the road with me for one week that I’m gonna go wild and hook up with every guy I lay my eyes on?”      “No!  It’s not like that at all!  I --”      “I waited for you for years Adam.  Years.  And don’t even say you had no idea – you had to have known by now,” you pointed your finger at him rudely.  “And after all those years, you never did anything.  Nothing ever happened.  I thought for sure it was all in my head, that there was nothing, and that there was never going to be anything.  So excuse me for chatting up some guy at a bar after one of my best friends left our company for bigger and better things.”      “I don’t – I’m sor --”      “You better be sorry!” you exclaimed.  “You should know me better than that, Adam.  I would never do something like that to you, ever.”      “I know you wouldn’t.”      You looked at him, shaking your head and chuckling slightly.  “You really are one of the stupidest boys I’ve ever met, you know that?” you asked sarcastically.      He couldn’t help but smile, too.  When you were traveling together you would call him that on the regular.  Whenever he spilled something, whenever he slipped and fell somewhere, whenever he said something stupid, didn’t know what something was, didn’t pronounce street names or towns properly – it always followed with a comment.  ‘I can dress you up, but I can’t take you out, Adam.’  ‘How did you just pronounce that?  Did you make it past a grade five education?’  It was your running gag.  He’d say it to you, too, just not as often because you didn’t screw up as often as he did.        You had missed that the last few months.  You were on his case a lot but you couldn’t deny he was one of the smartest people you had ever met.  He had a great mind for his character, a great mind for the business – you were jealous of him because of that.  It took you much longer to come in to your own, when it seemed he already had it all figured out.  The fact that he had helped you accelerated the process, no doubt.  You’d probably be lost if it weren’t for his guidance, and you weren’t afraid to admit that.        “Congratulations on the Mae Young Classic,” he said, his voice timid.  “You deserve it more than anybody we know.      “Thank you.”      “You’re gonna kill it.”      “We’ll see,” you shrugged your shoulders.  “I’ve yet to meet the real bosses yet.  They could hate me and knock me out the first round.”      “That’s ridiculous.  You’re probably going to win it.”      There was a silence between the two of you.  You looked at him, really looked at him, and despite the rocky few months, he was the same Adam you always knew.  He still had the same beard, still kept his hair in that bun, still wore ugly clothes he bought by himself instead of the nicer, more tailored stuff you told him to buy.  When he approached you, and got closer, he still smelled of the same cologne…still had those piercing blue eyes…      “Listen…I know I’m an idiot for waiting this long,” he began, his voice low and husky, “but I can’t stand the fact that I don’t see you as often as I used to.  It’s killing me.  Fuck…knowing that we’re going to be in the same place soon, living in the same city, wrestling on the same brand again…it’s giving me hope that I won’t fuck this up again…that I can’t fuck this up again.”      You bit your lip.  “What are you trying to say?”      “You know what I’m trying to say,” he smirked slightly.  “Let me show you what we could have gotten up to if I wasn’t so stupid.”

- - -

     Back at his hotel room, Adam could barely keep his hands off you as he pinned you against the back of the door, wasting no time in kissing you and shoving his tongue down your throat.  You tried to work on the buttons on the front of your dress but Adam was quick to grab your hands and pin them above your head.  “Allow me,” Adam mumbled, nipping at your lip, gripping your hands with one of his while the other dropped down to your thigh, raising it and wrapping it around his waist.      You took his cue, jumping into his arms and wrapping your other leg around his waist and your arms around his neck.  He carried you over to the bed, dropping you gently as he momentarily stopped kissing you to look at you below him.  He smiled down at you, his chest rising and falling dramatically.      “What?” you asked.      “I just can’t believe this is happening,” he breathed out.      You smiled sheepishly, wiggling underneath him.  “Stop being cheesy you dork.”      “Nah nah nah nah nah…you don’t get to call me a dork in bed,” Adam leaned down, giving you a kiss.      “Dork in the streets but a freak in the bed?” you offered.      He snorted.  “I’ll take it.  Now shut up and let me fuck you senseless.”      You liked the sound of that.  You did as you were told while Adam continued to kiss you and snuck his hands underneath your dress, pushing it up from your thighs.  You worked on his shirt, unbuttoning one button but then tearing apart the rest, throwing it to the side of the room.  Adam quickly rid you of your dress, unhooked your bra in record time, and kissed, sucked, and licked his way down to your breasts.  You worked on his belt buckle, pushing his pants down violently, and soon enough, you were both naked.      You used all the force within you to switch positions so that you were now above him, grabbing at his cock and lowering yourself down slowly.  The sensation of Adam being inside you after all these years of pent up frustration was amazing.  You took a moment to adjust to his size, but it didn’t take you long to start rocking yourself back and forth against his cock.      “Fuuuuck,” Adam breathed out, grabbing at your hips.  “Fuck, Y/N, you feel so fucking good.”      You smiled down at him, scraping your nails down his chest.  He rose from his position, grabbing at your waist and smashing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss as you continued your movements as much as possible.  The new position gave you an opportunity to look into his eyes, really look in to them, and see that he was looking at you the same way you looked at him for all these years when you thought he wasn’t looking, or when you thought he didn’t care.  It confirmed to you, now more than ever, that all those years actually meant something to him, too; it wasn’t just you.      Before you knew it, you found yourself pinned beneath him again, your legs wrapped around him as he thrust into you.  You arched your back slightly as he put his hand between you to tease you, which quickly put you close to the edge.      “A-Adam…” you breathed out.  “Fuck Adam, right there.”      “Yeah?  You like how I fuck you?” he moaned out.      “Y-Yes…”      “Louder.”      “Yes!” you screamed out.      “That’s fuckin right,” he grunted, increasing the pace of his thrusts and the movement of his fingers.  “Cum for me, Y/N.  I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”      You came apart at his words, crying out in pleasure as you felt him explode inside you, his cock twitching.  His head was buried in your shoulder as you both rode out your orgasms, trying to catch your breath.  Eventually, he collapsed on to your body, your legs still wrapped around him.  You savoured the feeling that, despite being finished, he was still inside you.  It was almost as if he was holding on to the moment.        Slowly, and after a while, he rolled off of you.  “Shit…” he breathed out, smiling slightly.  “That was incredible.”      You couldn’t help but chuckle.  “Yeah,” you agreed, biting your lip, looking up at the ceiling momentarily.        “But…?” Adam said, egging you to say what was on your mind.        Right after sex and he was able to sense there was something else you needed to say?  What a guy.  You couldn’t help but smile again as you perched yourself up on your elbow to look down at him.  “I didn’t get to…I mean…we didn’t get up to much…”      “Well, cause we had to make up for lost time,” he said.  You couldn’t help but agree.  “But believe me, I plan to spend all fucking night in that pussy one way or another.”      You laughed, but you couldn’t help the shiver crawling up your spine at the prospect of doing this again and again throughout the night.  You two really did need to make up for lost time.  “Sounds like my kind of night,” you said, just as Adam rose up and bit down on the skin near your clavicle.

[mo-art-please]

Bound by Steel

Bound by Steel Title: Bound by Steel Type: Fanfiction Characters: Vegeta and Bulma Rating: R (violence, language, sex, drugs and alcohol use) Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I just love to either draw or write about them  Chapter One

Chapter One

The air was crisp up in the mountains making everything feel fresh and alive. The cool breeze seemed to be calling to Vegeta as it gently blew through the branches and leaves of century-old trees above him. He swore the wind whispered her name in his ear like a soft, soothing lullaby as the group traveled farther up the dirt mountain pass.

They were heading to see her. It had not been his first choice of action but it had been their only choice. If his small group were to get by Freeza and his army to Vegeta-sia then this was the only way.

Vegeta glanced at his fellow companions, although soldiers would be the better term for them. Nappa lead the way up the steep trail, his large frame blocking the view of the road in front of him. He carried a large bag full of supplies on his back and over his shoulder rested a massive battle axe. Its double edge blade glistened in the waning daylight along with his shiny bald head. Usually Saiyans kept their hair visible but Nappa never liked having long locks. Vegeta remembered as a boy he would watch Nappa use a flat blade to shave his head and trim his over the top mustache every sunrise. It had been a routine that has never changed. Nappa was his second in command and a force to be reckoned with as his brute strength was far greater than most warriors, even those with Oni blood in their veins. He was an Elite even to their people and had proven himself to be an admiral soldier.

A few steps back from Nappa to the left of Vegeta, Radditz trailed along quietly by the edge of the road. Despite his third-class lineage, Radditz was a powerful fighter and fast with a blade. His knife skills were unparalleled to that of any human and some Onis and his ability as a medic had saved all their lives at least one time or another.

Vegeta watched Radditz trudge along the edge of the bushes with a blank face, dragging his pack carelessly behind him. Radditz was barely paying attention to where his feet were landing let alone listening for any threat or danger that may be following them. It was extremely out of place for Radditz. Usually Radditz was always keeping an open ear to the ground.

Was he thinking about her

It was no secret that Radditz had feelings for her. Oh he tried to hide them well, never once uttering a word about it to anyone but Vegeta knew. They all knew. All but Radditz, of course. The man was smitten. It disgusted yet evoked a small bit of pity from Vegeta. It had been Radditz that introduced them years ago. It was not Vegeta’s fault that it had been him, not Radditz, that she became involved with. It had been Vegeta to bed her, to touch her, to have her. Radditz had lost his chance and had kept silent about it all these years. Vegeta wondered if it was only Radditz’s sworn undying Saiyan oath and loyalty that kept him from speaking out. Although Vegeta and her relationship ended six years ago he wondered if Radditz still cared.

Vegeta himself turned solemn. Did HE still care? Was that where this trepidation came from? If he saw her, would all those feelings come back? Feelings that he sworn he burned with every letter she wrote to him. Vegeta shook his head mentally. That was a long time ago. Those emotions had died as age and battles changed him.

Behind him he could hear the endless prattle of Kakarrot, Radditz’s younger brother, as he conversed with their mission, Princess Chichi, the daughter of the human Ox King. Kakarrot and the young princess had been talking for hours and it was Vegeta’s pure resilience that kept him from snapping like the twigs beneath his feet and slamming the two young adults’ heads together. But despite how wonderful the feeling of their skulls being crushed within his palms would be, Prince Vegeta needed the Princess to stay unharmed and protected until he could establish the Ox King, and his kingdom of humans, as allies. If he was going to win this war against Freeza then he would have to play nice…at least until that Lizard’s head was mounted on his throne room wall.

“How well do you guys know this person? You all have never spoken of having friends outside of Vegeta-sia.” The young Princess asked a little too prudish for Vegeta’s liking. Kakarrot didn’t seem to recognize her superior tone and grinned widely at the teen.

“Oh Bulma? Man we’ve known her for, like, forever! We all use to be real close when we were in the same squad working for Freeza. Shoot, she and Prince Vegeta use to be— “Kakarrot was cut off quick by Vegeta’s quick furry.

“That’s enough Kakarrot! You two need to keep your mouths shut!” Vegeta pointed an angry finger at the two teens behind him. “How the hell are we to hear if we are being followed with you two loud mouths back there incessantly talking?!” Vegeta had enough. Yes, they were going to see Bulma but the Princess didn’t need to know any more than that. She was on a ‘need to know’ basis and Vegeta wanted to keep it that way. Bulma and any past that carried along with her was not up for discussion with the nosey Princess. Besides, it was not like he was thrilled about visiting Bulma in the first place nor did he need to be reminded of a past relationship that ended when she left them…left him.

“So shut your mouths or I’ll break your jaws!” Vegeta threatened through tight lips.

“The person we are going to see is a woman?” Chichi looked at Kakarrot quizzically as she whispered the question totally ignoring Vegeta’s words.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, didn’t the stupid girl know that Saiyans and most other races of Onis had exceptional hearing?

“Yeah Bulma is a master swordsman…Although from what I hear she doesn’t fight anymore …” Kakarrot whispered back and scratched his chin pondering. “…I think she gave up the sword since she left Freeza’s army. It’s a shame. She was one of the fastest swordsmen I’ve ever known. Shoot, she and our Lord Vegeta were almost equals. They were amazing together! Unstoppable! We never lost a fight with those two at each other side.”

“You said left Freeza’s army? That had to be like a decade ago or something! You still trust someone you haven’t seen in ages!?” Chichi blurted out loudly enough for everyone to stop in their tracks and turn to her. Her face flushed when she realized all eyes were on her and tried to hide her face behind her jet black bangs.

Kakarrot shrugged ignoring the looks from the others, “It’s only been six years but Bulma is...well…she’s Bulma. She’s a part of our team. She’ll help and join our cause so don’t worry about it Princess. Just think, having someone like Bulma on our side will be a good thing!” He smiled brightly and clamped a large hand over Chichi ‘s petite shoulder.

“We’re not going to ask for her to help us you idiot.” Vegeta snarled back a Kakarrot. “We’re going there to rest, see if we can buy some horses, restock on some supplies, and then we leave. Got it?” Vegeta scowled. “There will be no getting chummy or telling her anything that’s going on. If she wanted to run off and hide in some mountain shrine than let her be ignorant of the world.” Vegeta made sure he shot a glare at everyone. He wanted this to be quick and clean. In and out. If she will sell them horses and let them rest for the night, then great, perfect. If she wanted to be as bitter as he was about the whole thing and turn them away, then that was fine too. He’d rub this idea in Kakarrot’s face for the rest of his life. But they needed horses after their last battle with Freeza’s goons ended up killing their mounts and there was no way they could out run them on foot trying to drag a human along. They needed to get the Princess to Vegeta-sia and quick. Vegeta needed this alliance between the humans and Saiyans to happen if he had any hope of conquering Freeza’s mass army.

“Wait a second here!” Chichi halfway yelled causing everyone to stop walking a second time. “We’re going to see someone none of you seen in years, that’s hiding in this mountainous forest, and you expect her to help us? Just like that? How do you know she isn’t with Lord Freeza and out for that bounty on my head? Aren’t you all forgetting that I need to be protected!? Hello, I’m your key to my Father’s army and I should be top priority here! I shouldn’t be put in this type of predicament where you three leave my fate in the hands of a total stranger! ” She finished while stomping her foot and crossing her arms.

Vegeta could feel his blood boil. Ever since they picked up this ball of hormonal attitude his patience had been constantly tested but this was the last straw. He moved so fast that the Princess barely had a chance to blink before he had her lifted off the ground by the front of her kimono.

“Don’t ever question me and my decisions.” Vegeta hissed through clenched jaws. He gave her a good shake to emphasize he words before he leaned in close to her ear, ignoring her frightened fingers digging into his hand that was twisted into the front of her clothing.

“And don’t ever,” he growled so low and quietly none of the others could hear, “put Bulma’s name anywhere near Freeza’s or I will cut out your tongue and shove it so far down your throat you’ll choke on it.” He dropped her after his last words and she hit the ground full force on her hind end. Kakarrot rushed to help her up as Vegeta turned on his heels and continued walking. Call it an automatic response but no one disrespects Bulma in front of him. No one.

Several hours passed as the group traveled the rocky narrow path in silence. Even Kakarrot and the Princess’ conversation had sizzled out to an echoing stillness. Just when he was sure the Princess would start rambling again, Vegeta and the group crested over the top of the last steep incline to land on flat solid ground. Everyone seemed to be stunned as they witness the newly emerged lush clearing nestled within the dense woods. A small shrine sat in the middle of the plateau surrounded by the trees. There were few buildings placed in a semi-circle built neat and tidy and a waist high stone wall surrounded the sanctuary. The foliage and flowers were well kept and skillfully trimmed which created a beautiful backdrop to this story book shrine. To the side of the structures a slight distance off Vegeta spotted a small stable and pasture with three horses peacefully eating the plush grass.

So this was it. This was Bulma’s home. He remembered hearing about it years ago during their time together in Freeza’s service. Every so often she would reminisce about where she grew up as a young girl. The memory of her lithe body draped over his broad chest, her short, wild blue hair tickling his skin as her fingers traced ancient scriptures on his naked flesh instantly invaded his mind.

“It’s was a small place, full of love and laughter.” Bulma sighed as she wrote glyphs on Vegeta’s tanned skin. Vegeta humphed and stretched his arms back behind his head. His dark eyes tilted down to her naked body and he watched as her shoulders slumped when she sighed.

“It was beautiful Vegeta, a piece of paradise hidden in the mountains. We had spells to keep intruders away and it was all ours. Not a single care of the outside world. No wars to worry about or battles to rage. Just peace and tranquility. “She turned her head up to face him and her mesmerizing teal eyes locked onto his dark brooding stare.

“It sounds boring,” Vegeta groaned after a moment and Bulma playfully smacked his chest. “Only to a mangy Saiyan like you. Not all Onis thrive on war like your people do.” Vegeta laughed at Bulma’s haughty retort making Bulma’s body bounce enticingly on his chest from the movement.

“I suppose a half Oni like yourself would naturally think that way.” Bulma pretended to pout and Vegeta unlaced his finger from behind his head and reached up, cupping her head in his large hands. His fingers bore into her the wild short strands of her hair and tugged her playfully closer to his lips.

“But I’ve seen you Bulma. The real you. You have more Oni in you than you want to admit. You love the battle, the fight, the power and aggression. You love every second of it.”

Bulma grinned wickedly at his words and Vegeta answered with his own predatory smile before crushing her lips to his. The adrenaline of battle and blood rage had both their bodies fired up. He had taken her several times already but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Her body was hot against him and the sweat on their bodies made her slide deliciously easy across his skin. He flipped her underneath him, ignoring the rubble around them in the half destroyed village. She hissed and arched against him and he pinned her hands over her head as he took her feverishly. She moaned and gasped, her fingers digging into his hands as he pounded relentlessly into her slick heat. She was made for him. She was his. Only his. Forever his.

“Doesn’t look like anyone is home,” Kakarrot’s voice brought Vegeta tethered mind back to reality. He noticed Kakarrot had gone through the arched entrance and was walking around the small courtyard in front of the several buildings.

“Take a look around and see if you can find her. If not, put the tents up out here and set camp.” His men nodded and split up. Vegeta looked over at the unusually quiet Princess who had a contemplating look on her face.

“What?” He demanded causing Chichi to jump.

“It’s nothing…” Vegeta continued to glare at her, “…. it’s just, this place is so clean, so neat for just one person to be living here. It’s really beautiful.”

Vegeta had to concur with the Princess this one time. The craftsmanship of the buildings, the intricate wood work and screens. All the stone work and koi ponds. The beautiful gardens. Bulma had been right. It was a small piece of paradise.

“No sign of her,” it was the first time in hours Radditz had spoken.

“Nothing here my Lord,” Nappa came out the building to the left which looked like a prayer room. Kakarrot came jogging around the right building shaking his head. “There’s nothing back their but an amazing cherry blossom garden and the barn was empty.”

Vegeta cursed under his breath. Had he hoped she would be here? Was that hope he felt to see her again? No. It was just merely a setback. Instead of buying his supplies he would have to go without them. He would not steal the horses nor would he intrude into her home. They would just have to sleep outside and continue on with what they already had. He’d just have to put up with the Princess’ bitching for another night. Maybe he could suffocate her with a pillow…just until she went unconscious.

The sound of objects hitting the ground behind him and the violent splashing of water that went with it cut Vegeta’s train of thought and with unhuman speed he withdrew his katana from its sheath and defensively whirled around blade drawn for an attack. But despite how prepared he was for a fight (even though he had let his guard down talking to the Princess ) he was not ready for the sight of Bulma standing under the shrine’s entrance, the two buckets of water she had been carrying had been haphazardly dropped in her equal shock. Vegeta felt like he took a blow to the gut just by the sight of her which seemed to freeze him in place completely. Being left stunned he could do nothing more than look at her and as he did he felt something sharp snare his heart strings and pull wickedly hard.

She was more beautiful than ever, there was no denying it. She had always been beautiful but now she was even more womanly with more curves and angles. He eyed her body behind her kimono and even though it covered her modestly there was no denying her sex appeal that lay under those layers of fabric. Yes she was definitely a full blown woman now. He glanced up from the bottom hem of her clothing up to her big oversized azure blue eyes that were still wide in surprise and her cheeks had the perfect amount of flush to remind Vegeta ways he used to make her do that exact look like when he put his mouth on her... He had to quickly pull his mind out of that black hole and decided to take in the rest of her appearance before he was standing in front of everyone with a hard on.

Despite being out in the middle of nowhere on a mountain by herself she wore an expensive kimono even while doing manual labor. Her hair had become unbelievably long and she had it pulled back in a perfect bun with jade sticks holding those silky strands in place. She had been cute with short hair during their time together with Freeza. It had always been so soft and easy to run his fingers through but the long hair made her seem even more elegant. Vegeta wondered would her waterfall of hair be the same silky strings he use to enjoy stroking and petting? Vegeta kicked himself mentally while forcing himself to stand back straighter and re-sheath his sword.

“Bulma,” he said her name glibly, sneering at her with one lip curled as if her name left a bad taste in his mouth.

Bulma too straightened herself and delicately but firmly slide her hands over her kimono to wipe the water and wrinkles off.

“Prince Vegeta,” she snorted, “what do I owe this great honor after so many years?” she sounded just as snide as he had been despite her lady like etiquette and the bow.

Bulma glanced behind Vegeta a saw a young teenage girl looking completely confused. The girl was human, there was no guessing to that but why would Vegeta had a human companion? He hated the weak….especially humans. So why….? She would have to think quickly on that.

Whatever the reason Bulma was just happy they were there, standing in front of her after so many years. Anything to bring Vegeta back to her, to force him to come to her, was definitely worth listening to. She wish she could tell him how lonely she had been, how much she had missed him but it would be useless. He didn’t come to see her from his own free will, it had something to do with the girl. That much she could bet her life on.

“Bulma!”

Bulma’s eyes shot to the side to barely catch sight of a young man running at her with a large plastered on grin and open arms.

“Goku-chan!” Bulma beamed and braced for the massive hug. She was not disappointed when Kakarrot whisked her up into his large arms and began to spin her around. The hug was strong, would have probably hurt a full human but Bulma was a half breed so it did little more than take some of her breath away. She laughed joyfully, the notes ringing through the mountain air like a delicate tune and she returned his hug boldly. Finally when he stopped swinging her like a child Bulma framed his face with her delicate hands and smiled widely up at him.

“Goku you have grown up so much! You’re such a handsome young man! You look just like your father. Doesn’t he Radditz? Doesn’t he look like Bardock?” Bulma asked Radditz while keeping her eyes locked lovingly onto Goku. Radditz face turned an unnatural shade of red and he stammered a bit before he gave a weak ‘yes’ reply. Bulma didn’t seem to notice Radditz reaction and patted and pinched Goku’s cheeks.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long little brother, I missed you”, her eyes turned slightly sad and she embraced Kakarrot again holding him close. He was so young when he joined Freeza’s army that she instinctively took him under her wing. She gave him the nickname, Goku, because she thought it matched his personality better than “Kakarrot” and they became thick as thieves, hence why she thought of him as the brother she never had.

Bulma pulled away from the young man’s arms and bowed respectfully at Nappa. “General, you look well. It’s a pleasure as always to see you again. I hope we will have a chance of having another game of ‘Fate and Deceit’ before our visit is over.” Nappa grinned widely making his mustache move dramatically at the thought of going head to head with Bulma in the strategy board game. “I have been practicing my skills Samurai, I will not let you best me again.”

Bulma laughed, covering her mouth as she did so. “We shall see General, I hope you don’t lose your men as quickly as you did last time,” she giggled a bit more at the memory of Nappa’s shameful loss and then sobered up removing her hand from her face. “But please, do not call me a Samurai, General, I no longer pick up my blades….” there was a sad look on her face and she made sure not to look at Prince Vegeta. She was sure he would have some sort of callous reply or disgusted sneer at her words. Bulma had chosen a quiet life after Freeza in hopes of atonement of her sins. So instead of the ridicule she may receive from Vegeta she focused her gaze on the teenage girl traveling with the group.

“Goku-chan, who is your darling traveling partner?” her arm had been linked around one of Kakarrot’s massive arms and she gave him a short little playful tug to get him to talk.

“Oh her? That’s Prin-“

“Shut it Kakarrot!” Vegeta intervened quickly like a drill Sargent. “Who she is is none of your business. We have come looking for supplies and horses and that is all. Now, will you barter with us or not?” Vegeta nearly spit the last bit out as he crossed his arms with a sneer.

“I have no need for gold, Vegeta.” Bulma snorted and began to approach the Prince. “ But your men look tired, the girl’s silk kimono needs to be washed and stitched, and I’m sure you are all in need of a hot dinner and shower. Stay the night, amuse me with tales, let me play my board game and catch up, and I will restock as much of your supplies as I can.”

“I need your horses.”

“You can’t have them.”

“The girl can’t keep up.”

“That’s not my problem.”

Vegeta growled low in his throat but Bulma didn’t budge from where she planted herself a foot away from him. She was use to his Saiyan behavior and was not the least intimated by the future King. So she stood before him very prim and proper but her stubborn brain was anything but. Vegeta cursed and ran a rough hand through his short military cropped hair.

“It’s Freeza, we can’t keep her safe without at least one horse.” Vegeta hissed and Bulma grinned like she just won a bet. She nodded in understanding.

“Fine, one horse for the Princess,” Bulma winked at the girl and grinned at her stunned looked. She then turned gracefully on her feet and bowed respectfully to the young woman.

“Princess Chichi, daughter to the human ruler, The Ox King, sole heir to the Cloud Kingdom of Shunrue, and Ally to the Saiyan Kingdom of Vegeta-sia. I am honored. Please come inside. I will draw a bath for you, clean your clothes, and prepare you and the others a hot feast. Please rest easy here tonight and regain your strength. I’m sure this has been a difficult journey for you.” Bulma smiled softly and began to lead the Princess with graceful elegance into one of the buildings all the while ignoring the shocked and dumbfounded looks from the men left in the courtyard.