- - -Sudden Urges- - -

Chapter Two

She floated in a misty abyss. There was no one but herself anywhere in sight. Her heart thumped wildly fast. She was scared.

“Turles?” No answer. Her naked body curled up trying to fend off the cold. She had bruises all over her body, and inside. She felt betrayed. Sobs began to rack her body uncontrollably. The thought of being used only as some cheap whore flooded past her senses. The man who claimed to be her forever-long mate had only wanted to be her first. She screamed in agony and pain. No. He would not get away so easily with her pride. He had given her a new reason to live. Revenge.

Bulma cried out and sat up in a flash. Sweat covered her tired body. It was only a dream. Only a dream. Her body sagged in relief. The bed was empty beside her. Maybe it had all been a dream. Even the sex. She stood and immediately sat back down from the painfully persistent reminder of being taken. Nope. That definitely wasn’t a dream. She cursed herself softly and waddled to the bathroom to bathe.

Gently she emerged into the hot scented water. As soon as her lower region went under she bit her tongue to hold back a scream. Bathing in hot water after sex was NOT something to do. She gingerly washed herself and started to dress.

Brushing her long azure hair, she wondered about Turles. How was she supposed to act around him now? Before he had just kind of been there. Oh well, she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. She dressed in loose shorts for obvious reasons and a little shirt.

Her bare feet slapped lightly on the cold metal floor of the RET ship. She passed by the mess hall and got a cup of coffee. All she needed was a little caffeine.

On her way to the ship's navigation room, she thought she heard some voices.

It could only have been the prince and Turles. Bulma tiptoed to the door and pressed the side of her head to the wall.

“She doesn’t even suspect a thing!” It was unmistakably Turles; she would know. Following his statement, she heard the prince laugh mockingly with him over the communicator.

“What a fool! She has no idea. Oh well, it isn’t her fault. She is a human, you know how incompetent they are.” They laughed again. The blood in her ‘human’ veins started to boil. She may not have had any idea what they meant, but she knew that they were talking about her. She would find out what they were hiding from her. And then they would see what this little ‘human’ could do! After regaining her composure she pressed the door panel and heard it ‘whoosh’. She entered the room and walked over to the controls without acknowledging the saiyajin present. She began to type in her formulas to run a check on the ships systems.

“Its rather cold woman, why don’t you put some clothes on?” She almost seethed. No, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her angry. Bulma shook her head ‘no’ and continued to type at a maddening pace. She could sense his eyes traveling her body, as well as feel his tail wandering up her baggy shorts. She clenched her jaw and focused. He seemed to notice her tension and ceased his playing. The entire check was running smoothly. Except for one detail. The RET was orbiting around a small planet at the end of the Solar System called Pluto. They hadn’t even past the galaxy!

Bulma saw red as she pounded on the keys, typing in codes that would verify when the coordinates were changed. The screen beeped as a window appeared presenting a time. 1:17AM, that was about when Turles and her had…She pressed another key and the window disappeared..

Their conversation, the changed coordinates, a perfectly calm prince. It was all making sense. Freiza didn’t invade Oka. He had never found them and this was all a set up. Now she understood why she had the dream. It was probably a warning to tell her Turles was a fake, and that he only wanted her for sex. Well that was too bad for him because she was not a whore and would never be. She turned around and leaned on the control panel keeping her face bowed in shadows. When she spoke her voice was low and threatening, even to a saiyajin.

“Freiza didn’t come to Oka, did he? He never found us. You made it all up just to get in bed with me! Didn’t you?! Answer me damnit!!!” She lunged forward with cocked fists and threw the mightiest punch she could muster. To her surprise, she landed it. It struck Turles’ face with enough force to shatter bone, but not his. She bit her lip, drawing blood and cradled her crushed hand. A thin line of blood dripped down the corner of her mouth, but no tears. Not one single tear broke free from her eyes. Her once sky blue eyes had turned a deep indigo with rage.

She looked up at his face and saw his everlasting scowl. It hadn’t betrayed him. He lowered his gaze from her rage-filled eyes to her blood-dripping mouth and down to her cradled arm. He reached down and took it away from her body. Bulma let him hold her damaged hand and watched him with interest. He pulled it up to his face and stared at it. With a gentle tug he walked her down to the recovery room. When they entered he lifted her by the waist and set her on an examination table. Not once did he say a word. Everything he did was silent. He set up her smashed hand in a regeneration cast. It had a blue gel inside that matched her hair and eyes. She looked at it and twisted it around. He grabbed it again and pressed a few buttons on the side. Immediately Bulma grabbed at it and tried to turn it off. Her nails clawed at the buttons. She couldn’t steady her trembling fingers. The pain was excruciating! It was like her hand was being ripped apart and rearranged. And that it was. Taking a closer look she saw the bones being reconstructed beneath her skin. After about ten minutes, she had a solid hand again. Turles removed it and stood in front of her (she’s still sitting on the table).

“What I did was done for a reason that you might not understand fully. Yes, the prince and I staged the invasion from Freiza.” He could feel her tiny ki level raise a few notches.

“Why? Why would you do something like that?” Her temper grew with her voice. She was hushed by his finger pressing against her flushed lips.

“What I did was part of something. I started the bond between us, it is up to you to continue it or not."

~end chapter two~

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