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Chapter Three

Bulma lifted both of her hands and held his face gently. Her deep sapphire eyes gleamed with happiness. With mind-bending slowness she bent her head and kissed his lips tenderly. He gladly accepted her invitation and complied by flicking his tongue inside her sweet lips. Their tongues danced playfully while his hands found hers. He levitated slowly into the air and pushed her back with his body so she was lying on the examination table. He ground their hips together and growled deep in his throat at the sensation of her grinding back. Bulma almost lost herself from the feeling he was creating inside her. She was on the edge of realization until a trigger clicked in the back of her head. Her dream. There was no way that was just a mere coincidence. That was a premonition. Deciding to investigate her dream further Bulma did the only thing she knew would discourage Turles. She started whining in pain. He stopped abruptly and looked down at her with eyes full of worry. Bulma’s eyes were closed. When they opened they were filled to the rim with untamed tears.  

“What? Did I hurt you?” He asked frantically. She shook her head ‘no’. 

“Turles, I need some time to think this through.” Her head hung in shame. No doubt he would think her a weak female that could not handle her emotions. But his reaction surprised her.

He chuckled deep in his throat. 

“Alright. I’ll give you time.” Glad that he hadn’t gotten mad she lifted her head. She nearly gasped with fright. His eyes held something other that understanding. It looked like he was barely holding off the urge to kill her.

Little did she know how right she was. Turles felt like he had just fought Freiza and lost a miserable battle. He moved back slowly and left the room fighting the urge to grab her roughly and take her. He had wanted her for a long time. Longer that she knew. He had waited until she was of age and when she was he had turned for the prince for help. Turles knew the prince could make anything happen. And if he really wanted Bulma than he knew that he would need the prince to help him.

He nearly groaned. The reminder of the deal he had made with the prince was not pleasant. He recalled the meeting fervently. The prince had his own desires and if Turles was not successful in winning Bulma than she belonged to the prince. Vegita had told him that he respected the fact that Turles had claim to her first, but he was second. It had surprised Turles that the prince didn’t just take Bulma for himself. The prince had laughed and said that he had honor as well as any saiyajin. So the prince proposed a deal. If Turles won Bulma, he kept her…unless the prince found her worth more than his honor…then the two saiyajins would fight and the winner would take Bulma.

If Turles did not win Bulma then the prince would kill him for touching her and she would rightfully be his.

Turles shuddered. He really wanted Bulma. His whole life he had spent looking for the right female, when he wasn’t training of course. And when he had seen her his mind screamed at him saying that she was the one. Slowly he had watched her grow and mature and with each waking year she had blossomed. Finally he recognized his opportunities and stuck out. He made his way to his quarters slowly and sat in the corner to meditate.

Bulma watched Turles leave and almost broke down crying. The look on his face was that ever-present scowl. But his eyes. Oh his eyes! They spoke the truth so clearly to her. He was mad no matter what he had said. She pulled her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth comforting herself while in thought. He had wanted her to continue the...what was it that he had called it? He had started the bond between them and it was up to her to continue it or not. That’s what he had said. What was that suppose to mean? She sighed deeply trying to fend off the approaching onslaught of tears. Why? She didn’t know what she had done to make him like that. I don’t understand! She jumped up from the table and ran in the direction he had gone.

Bulma tore down the hall and rounded the corner to the hall that her room was in. Maybe he’d be there! She punched in her code and the door opened. He wasn’t. Her shoulders slumped and she shuffled over to the bed. It bounced slightly from her petite weight. Her body flattened on the sheets and she took in a deep breath. After releasing it she wound her small frame into a tight ball. Maybe if she slept she would settle down. 

In the shadowed corners Turles watched her. He had seen her look of defeat when she hadn’t seen him. That knowledge sparked a new sense of hope in him. His keen saiyajin senses took in her every movement, every sound, and every expression. The saiyajin watched her curl up and drift into slumber. When he knew she was asleep he sauntered over to the bed and gazed down at her small body. She was indeed an exotic creature. Not common at all. She would make the perfect mate. That was unless he lost her to the prince.

~end chapter three~

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