Dark Angel/Sudden Urges

“Oh shit! It’s already 8:30!” Shrieking, she lunged out of bed and scrambled to get her clothes on. Without missing a beat she ran down the hall towards the school compound. When the saiyajins came to her planet eleven years ago they had renamed it Oka. It meant ‘hope’ in the saiyajin native language. They built another palace just like the one on their planet and basically started over. Ouji Vegita had grown and taken over the thrown. Bulma had been four when the saiyajins found sanctuary on Oka. Then she was taken to the slave quarters and stayed there for about a week. They gave her small tasks like delivering food to soldiers or other people. After she escaped eight times from bypassing her cell door they gave her to the scientific compound and told them to do something with her. She was treated better there and they gave her tests. They told her that she was smarter than normal and so she was going to work there when she was old enough. She started working around the age of ten. Now that she was fifteen they split her schedule and made her go to school classes. So far she had learned the three universal languages and saiya-go. Approaching the room she saw the teacher standing with her back turned. Silently she pushed open the door, slipped inside and landed in her seat without so much as a sound.

“Umm, sorry miss but the pad lock on my door was jammed so I had to do a bypass.” She pleaded that the teacher would buy it. She heard a low chuckle towards her left. Looking over she saw an unexpected sight. The prince of the saiyajin empire was sitting next to her. He laughed again and raised his gaze to look at her. Her brows furrowed into a scowl, as she looked him over. His scowl deepened at her look of disrespect. He was about to say something but she ‘hmphed’ and turned her head back to face the front.

“Don’t let it happen again Ms. Briefs, or you will be suspended.” Bulma nodded. The class continued until lunch. Right before the break a soldier came in and bowed at the sight of the prince. He rose and walked to Bulma.

“Miss.” He acknowledged her and she nodded. She rose and walked with him out of the class. The prince followed their movement out the door with a confused look. What does Turles want with her?

“Turles? Why is the prince in regular classes today?” She asked looking up at his towering form.

“His tutor died, so we put him in that class. Why?” Turles looked back at her,

“No reason.” Bulma sighed and walked down the hall with Turles. He smirked at her small but womanly form. It was becoming harder and harder fro him to look at her face and not her body. He regained his normal saiyajin scowl. Turles unraveled his tail and let it sweep towards her body. Bulma sucked in her breath as she thought she felt something on her leg. He entire body stiffened. He’s doing it again. As they approached the scientific wing, he left her on her own, much to Bulma’s relief. Once inside the room Bulma slipped on a lab coat and started her work for the day. When she walked into her office she saw she had a message. She pressed play.

“This is Ouji Vegita. I request that someone build me a training arena that is separate from the soldiers’. I expect a reply today.” Bulma seethed.

“I don’t care if he’s a prince or not. He has such an I’m-higher-than-all attitude. What does he think; he’s a god or something? It pisses me off.” She walked around her desk and read the reports that Anadac had dropped off. Sighing Bulma started replying to them and researching the topics regarding the chemicals. It took her a couple hours.

Anadac had been her foster mother in a way. Bulma was too young to remember her mother so when she started “growing up” Anadac had taught her “the ways of a woman”. She was about to nod off but her phone started ringing.

“I requested a training facility separate from the soldier arena. I am calling regarding the fact that nobody replied.” He added with an annoyed voice.

“Oh really? I apologize for that.” She was trying not to laugh. “Well, would you like to come and show me what you want it to look like?” She heard a snort of anger. “I’m on my way.” The transmission ended. Bulma laughed out loud and shook her head. She went to the entry of the compound and waited for him. She watched him enter his code and push the door open. He walked in, not noticing her. She stepped out into the open and he saw her.

“I am looking for the woman that talked to me about my training arena.” He waited for her to reply.

“That’s me Vegita-sama.” His eyes widened. “You’re the girl from this morning.” He was remembering that she was in his class earlier that day.

She ignored his statement and pulled out the common training arena blueprints. He walked closer to her and looked at them. Through the next hour he told her what he wanted to change and how he wanted his arena to be.

“Hmm. Okay. I should have it done in about two weeks.” He grunted in acknowledgement. After he left Bulma ordered the supplies. The next two weeks went by fast for Bulma but slow for Vegita. She added all the necessary touch ups to the gravity arena. Vegita had come by almost every other day to make sure it would be ready on time. When he did come he would stay and annoy her.

She could have sworn he was up to something. After a few days of his pestering she got used to it.

Bulma gave Vegita the training arena capsule and left him to play with his new toy.. She was on her way to her quarters when she was knocked to the ground. With a grunt she sat up and looked around. There was smoke everywhere. It was pouring out of holes in the walls. She got to her feet and ran to the science wing. Once there she found Commander Anadac. Next to her was her eleven-year-old daughter, Barla. Both of them were decked out in the traditional saiyajin armor. Bulma approached them slowly; their backs were turned to her. The entire scientific wing had been destroyed.

“Bulma! You have to get out of here! It’s Freiza! He found us; he found Oka!” All of a sudden Bulma was on the floor. She winced and looked down at herself. The shirt she had been wearing was burnt off and her jeans were only left on her right leg, leaving her only in a bra and a semi-pair of jeans. To make it all worse she had a deep gash in her stomach. The skin than wasn’t covered took on a coppery tone from the smoke and her face was smudged with soot from the crumbling palace. She stood taking in a sharp gasp of air and stumbled to the door of her office, or what was left of it. Reaching her desk she opened the drawer and pulled out her capsule belt. Quickly she opened the first aid and injected herself with antibiotics. After the pain subsided slightly she pulled out another capsule, this one had never been used before. She strapped a holster to her upper thigh and pulled out the ki blaster from its place. Her ki blaster wasn’t average; she had enhanced it to be able to diminish a person’s ki.. Quickly she exited the semi-intact office and ran down the hall. She stopped at the sight of Anadac’s body. Not far was the body of the small saiyajin girl. Both were dead. Bulma bit back tears and rushed out of the room. WHACK! Maybe she misjudged where the doors were. Or maybe not. She was lifted off the ground by a short but amazingly strong being. She heard a growl and then she felt something touch her on her throat where her pulse was.

“Oi woman! Are you alive?” She nearly collapsed with relief. Luckily for her he grabbed her waist before she hit the floor.

“V-vegita?” She asked weakly. He looked down at her with a look of half annoyance and half concern. “Woman stay awake. Someone broke into the palace.” She found the strength to grab his collar and hoisted herself up.

“Freiza! It’s Freiza!” She said shakily. Vegita looked at her with an almost shocked face. The wall next to them was blown away. Soon they were both surrounded by groups of soldiers bearing Freiza’s armor. Vegita smirked before he fried them all. He ran to the nearest COM station and searched for survivors. Bulma was beginning to wake so he set her on her feet. Bulma shrugged of her lethargy and began to type furiously on the keyboard that operated the palace security system she shrieked at the sensation of something latch onto her ankle. She looked down and saw a half conscious Turles gripping her foot.

“Turles!” She crouched down and checked his pulse he was barely alive. Vegita ran to where he left Bulma at the sound of her scream. He saw her try to lift an unconscious Turles and assisted her.

“Vegita we have to get him to a tank soon.” He nodded and carried the soldier to the med lab. When the two got there the force of a ki blast knocked them down. Bulma groaned as she sat up. Vegita wasn’t far away. He had burn marks all down the right side of his body. She quickly regained her senses and dragged him to a regeneration tank. After putting both saiyajins in the tanks she pulled out her ki gun. Now that her bodyguards were immobile, she would have to protect herself. Bulma heard the sound of boots pounding the floor and lunged at the control panel for the door, closing it. She only hoped it would keep them at bay. How did he find us? How did they find Oka? Bulma thought. She couldn’t understand how Freiza had managed to discover the tiny blue planet. She quickly gave in to the sweet bliss of unconsciousness.

She awoke at the sound of shattering glass. Slowly she opened her sapphire eyes and saw a soaking wet Vegita step out of a demolished tank and walk over to Turles. After prying out the healed saiyajin he walked to her and heaved her up over his shoulder. The two men exited the med lab without a sound. Bulma was about to protest being carried like a sack of potatoes but saw the look Turles gave her. He obviously did not want her to talk. She bit back the pain wrenching from her damaged stomach. Vegita’s armor was biting into the wound making it reopen.. Blood began to trickle down his back and drip on the floor. Turles looked up abruptly and saw Bulma point to her stomach. He grunted and nodded, unconsciously wrapping his tail tighter around his waist from the knowledge of her being in pain. Vegita walked soundlessly to the gateway attached to the palace. He knew that Bulma was bleeding but he had to get to a safe distance before he set her down, she was too weak to be on her own and too valuable to leave.

“Turles, we are taking the RET ship. It will be faster than the pods.” Turles nodded and followed the prince to the ship. Bulma’s angry mind filled with questions that demanded answers. How could she have missed a RET ship? She knew everything about the saiya-jin’s technology! She was their technology! RET ships has the power to disguise themselves as stars, meteors, anything. It was a perfect way to hide from Frieza. Vegita walked on the ship and dropped her on the floor none to gently. She uttered a small ‘ow’ and glared up at him. He smirked at her and then pointed to the pilot’s seat.

“Drive woman. You are supposed to be the most brilliant scientist on Oka, so I am sure you can figure out how this thing works.” She ‘hmphed’ and stood, walking to the controls.

“Of course I know how to pilot a RET.” She declared. He nodded and gestured for her to sit. “Good, then get us out of here.” She nodded and started the ship. After flying out of the atmosphere she began setting the autopilot.

“Where are we going?” She gasped in pain, from turning around too sharply in her seat. Bulma’s smudged hand flew to her stomach and pressed.

“Set the course to Ajar-sei. They were allies of Vegita-sei and they still oppose Freiza. It should be a good place to regroup.” He gave her the coordinates.

“Clean yourself up woman. If you don’t it will get infected, and the last thing I want is to hear you complaining.” He ordered thoughtlessly. She glared at the back of his head and flicked him off. Turles couldn’t help but suck in some air at her disrespectful gesture, but he couldn’t really do anything. The prince walked to Turles and mumbled something to him, Turles nodded and bowed. Vegita made his way out of the room. Turles couldn’t hide his smirk. After checking all the vital points of the ship, Bulma rose from her seat and headed to the next room, she was ready to start exploring. She had never actually seen a RET ship before, but she had heard of them. Turles, who had been sitting behind her the entire time, looked up as she left. He phased in front of her as she reached the door to the next room.

“The prince wishes that you stay in here while he trains.” Bulma looked back up at him and stepped to the side. He followed her movements.

“Turles, this ship is huge, he won’t notice if I go check out the rest of it!” She was getting angry. He smirked and shook his head ‘no’. Bulma growled and tried to reach the door behind him. He smirked even more and disappeared from her sight. Bulma thought that he had decided to leave her alone. She nearly screamed when she felt herself begin to be dragged backwards. She jerked her head around to see Turles behind her. Her eyes trailed down until she saw a brown tail wrapped securely around her waist.

“Orders are orders.” He spoke softly. She almost panicked at the look on his face. Bulma had known Turles for a long time, and since her fifteenth birthday he had been acting creepy around her. Especially during her time of the month, she had desperately started to avoid him during it, but he always found a way to cross her path. Everyday when he came to get her out of class he would look at her strangely. She remembered feeling his tail drift towards her and almost touch her. Whenever she asked the commander about it, the woman asked her if she was mated to anyone, Bulma had said ‘no’, not really understanding the full connotation of being mated to someone. Then Anadac told her that was why and left. Still, Bulma only had the faintest idea what being mated was, and it was only because she had to study saiyajin health books in school.

Her hand shot out to grab his tail but was stopped by Turles’ hand. He smirked a possessive looking smirk and slowly pushed her to the wall. He held both of her wrists above her head with one of his own. His tail was squeezing her rhythmically around the waist. She was about to scream but his invading tongue suddenly occupied her mouth. His free hand swept up her exposed leg and traveled toward her inner thigh, massaging it very slowly. His fingers eventually reached the edge of her panties and started to slip beneath them. Bulma squirmed under his body weight, trying to wrench free. He ceased the kiss and warned her with a deadly look. “Tell the prince about this and you will regret it.” His hand pulled out from her underclothes and grazed the apex of her thighs with the palm of his hand; it trailed up and swept over her wound gathering blood, which he promptly licked off his finger. He walked back to the co-pilot’s chair and sat. She tried to stop her trembling body by taking slow deep breaths. It wasn’t working. The prince came in suddenly and saw her panting, raggedly up against the wall. His gaze then fell on Turles who sat in the co-pilot’s chair with his eyes closed. Vegita immediately figured she had tried to get out and Turles had scared the idea out of her mind. Smirking, he followed his stomach’s command and headed for the mess hall. The others trailed behind. They each took out their own food and sought out a private place to eat. Bulma was very intent on getting away from Turles. His actions were falling into place and she was beginning to understand what he was doing.

Not to long ago when she has been in Saiyajin health, they had told her about the saiyajin bond. The entire lecture came flooding into her mind all to quickly. She knew what he was doing. He wanted her to be his mate, his partner for life.

She shivered. In answer to her thoughts and much to her despise she heard a sound. Not just any sound but the sound of boots clunking on the metal flooring. They were too heavy to be the prince’s. Out of fear and desperation she started to run. She was glad her shoes were gone or they would have made her presence known. Quickly she darted into the bridge room and pretended to be watching the controls. Bulma waited for the sound of the door to whoosh open. And she waited, and waited, and waited. After a couple minutes, she figured no one was coming so she got up and ran to the door and past it. Once outside she began walking. Bulma walked on her toes, just in case she had to run. She wasn’t stupid, she knew this was a saiyajin she was dealing with and that she had no chance in hell at out running him, but staying on the edge made her feel better.

Coming to the sleeping quarters, she found one that was not taken and slipped inside. She released a sound of relief and flopped on the bed. Immediately she regretted it and winced at her stomach while curling into a ball. Reluctantly she got up and trudged to the bathroom. She flipped on the shower and pulled out a towel. Climbing in she let the rough spray relax her nerves. The tension in her body began to unwind and her mind started to slow. Right before she was on the brink of slumber, she woke at the strong scent of a familiar person.. Her entire body froze. Her hands started to quiver and her stomach was doing flip-flops.

He actually came into my room and got in the goddamn shower while I was in it!? Bulma couldn’t believe the fact that she had been violated in such a way.. Her heart leapt to her throat at the awareness of his arms wrapping around her waist mindful of her wound. Bulma’s eyes shut tightly and she begged herself not to cry. He rested his head on her shoulder and purred. Turles pressed her bare body back towards his and snaked his tongue out to taste her neck. She was so sweet, so innocent, so untouched, and so ready for him to take. He smirked when she tensed every muscle in her body and chuckled dryly. Turles used one hand to trace the slit on her stomach that she had cleaned; she winced from his calloused fingers. Bulma knew that she had no strength to overpower him with. She could only pray. He chuckled again as if he was reading her thought. His stray hand was traveling her nude form taking in the flawlessness. Her body had just begun to finish maturing. He stroked down to her navel and then past it slowly reaching his goal. Bulma winced and tried to pull away but he only tightened his hold and continued to handle her. When he reached her triangle patch he tangled his fingers in it enticingly, trying to get her to enjoy this. His only reactions from her were attempts to flee.

"Turles...let me go!" she half demanded half begged as his hands continued
to roam over her body. His only reply was a throaty chuckle as his hands began to slowly wander back up her body to slowly cup a breast, massaging it gently. Despite her outward protests Bulma found herself responding to his touch even though she hated herself for it. She arched her back as he continued to stroke her breast teasing her until her nipples were stiff. Then he slowly turned her around so they were facing
each other. "No more protests hmm?" he asked lightly mocking her.. She frowned momentarily then flashed him a smirk.

"Iie." she said she began running her fingers over his chest teasing him much the same way he had done to her, exploring every inch of his muscled torso. Although part of her mind was screaming at her to stop and asking what the hell she was doing she told that part to shut and up let instincts take over. Slowly she trailed her fingers towards his back then down his spine until she made a sudden grab for his tail. She then began running her fingers
through the fur watching as he arched his back rising up on his toes. Bulma giggled aloud at the sight of him in his private ecstasy. Turles opened his eyes at her laugh and growled, half because she was laughing at him and half because she was making him more excited that he already was.

“Two can play at this game.” Faster than Bulma could see Turles had swung her over his shoulder and marched out of the shower. He was careful to avoid worsening her wound. He stormed into the bedroom and threw his soon-to-be mate onto the bed.

Bulma landed roughly on her back and looked up to see Turles half kneeling on the bed in the middle of crawling to her. His tail lashed out back and forth in excitement. He began to slowly crawl up to her while his tail continued to thrash behind him. His deep ebony eyes never left hers. They were in sync with his movements as if trying to ask her if this was okay. Her back rose up but her lower portion stayed where it was. Deep sapphire eyes met endless ebony ones. She signaled her affirmation. Bulma could have sworn she saw him give a sigh of relief. Was he worried that she wouldn’t accept him? Using his saiyajin speed, Turles was on her in a flash. Bulma gasped at his roughness but then she realized he was being gentle.

His immense calloused hands roamed her soft feminine curves lightly. The ones he had admired for so long. He had wanted her to be his when her time came and he had made it is personal duty to keep the other males at bay. She felt his touch intensify faintly and trace her side upwards until he found a perfectly formed breast. He massaged it gently but roughly at the same time, testing her out. His thumb swept over a nipple causing it to stiffen. While doing this, his tongue attended the other breast until he had a perfect rhythm going. Bulma couldn’t believe that she could be feeling so many different things at one time. An unfamiliar wetness was beginning to form between her legs. It may have been unfamiliar, but she knew what it was.

“T-turles! P-p-please…” She gasped, finally unable to take his torment any longer..

He chuckled again. He knew where she was coming from. The aching tightness in his groin kept reminding him that he also needed release. His tongue made its way down her young body, taking in her sweet scent. She smelled of honey and lime. It was a scent he would never forget. He left kisses in his path pausing ever so often to give a playful lick here and there. He came to her navel and ran his sharp teeth over it. The deep gash on her upper abdomen was now a dark red line that went across her stomach. He moved on, there were other things that needed his attention. Coming to her flower, he breathed in that scent again. It was much stronger now that he had encouraged her arousal. He parted the tender folds with his tongue and dipped inside tasting her untouched center.

Bulma gasped and arched her back as far as it would go. This feeling was amazing; it was like she was on fire, but a good fire. His tongue was doing some wonderful things, but she still felt an aching deeper inside her. He continued to tease her with his talented tongue until he heard her whine. He figured she was almost ready. Turles withdrew his tongue and crept his way up her supple form. He landed a kiss on her cherry lips and let his tongue seep in.

Bulma allowed his deep kiss; she could taste herself on him. It was a strange yet pleasing taste. He terminated the kiss and looked at her from his place on top of her.

“There is no turning back now. Once we do this, you are mine and I am yours…forever.” She nodded sternly, trying to match his facial expression. His hand went down to part her thighs and bent them both at the knees. Bulma began to feel butterflies fluttering throughout her stomach. He pressed two fingers at her entrance and parted the soft petals, positioning himself. He looked up at her and saw the nervousness.

“There will be pain, I can’t take that away.” She nodded shakily. He tilted his face and kissed her deeply. Simultaneously he entered her with a jolt. Bulma felt her toes cringe at the sharp pain that came from her lower abdomen. She tried to clutch her stomach and curl into a ball, but Turles’ kiss wouldn’t allow it. Warm moisture started to flow down her soft cheeks. Turles opened his eyes and saw the salty tears run down her flawless face. His heart clenched at the sight of her in pain. He began to kiss away her tears. Bulma forced a smile and tried to prevent any more signs of weakness to escape. Turles kept his slow rhythm rocking towards her hips. After a few minutes the pain slowly faded until she could actually feel something else besides it. She started to sway to his movements and begin enjoying herself. He felt her actions and set a new pace that bumped things up a notch. Bulma gasped aloud when she felt him thrust deeper into her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him in attempt to take him even deeper. He growled, trying to keep his composure. Her touch was gradually sending him closer and closer to losing his control. She unconsciously drove him deeper and deeper into her with each squeeze of her thighs.

The feeling was getting to them both. Her inner walls were contracting around him. Bulma was about to give in. The friction he was making inside was nearly too good it almost hurt. He slipped a hand in between their bodies and rolled her clit with his thumb and forefinger, causing her to yell from the orgasm. Every muscle tensed as her interior clamped around his manhood roughly. Turles lost it. He lunged for her neck and bit down hard, drawing blood. At first Bulma was shocked because he bit her, but then her head lolled back from the pleasure radiating from her neck. Turles continued to suck on her neck tasting the sweet blood. Slowly he regained his posture and grinned at the sight of a slumbering Bulma. He had finally taken her. She was now his and would be forever. He was only slightly worried about what she would do when she found out that he and the prince had staged the entire invasion from Freiza. Oh well, that was tomorrow.

~end chapter one~

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