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Chapter Four

Vegita stood panting in the middle of the training room that was part of the RET ship. His entire body was drenched and dripping with sweat. His mind could hardly tolerate the knowledge that Turles was taking claim to the same woman that had caught his eye. But when he felt the release of their bond, he nearly lost his mind. The feeling was so intense that he almost ripped the ship apart in a mindless outrage. The only thing that kept him calm was the fact he had made a deal with Turles. He smirked at the remembrance. Vegita had told Turles that the third class could have first claim to her unless Vegita found the urge to have her was greater than his honor. He growled softly thinking about his deal. If the woman accepted Turles, then it would make it harder for him to take her. What was worse was that if she was truly bonded to Turles, he would have to break it. He snarled his frustrations aloud. That process was not pretty. It was very slow and painful. On her own she would not survive but the prince could ensure her life. He would not allow her to die. There were many doctors that were still alive from Vegitasei. They knew how to break a bond. As soon as he got rid of Turles he was going back to Oka with his new mate to announce their ascension. Yes, the new king and queen of Oka.

Turles sat on the bed next to a slumbering Bulma and watched her. She whimpered softly and uncurled her lithe body. She stretched and leaned on Turles unconsciously. Inwardly he smirked, but his face’s scowl deepened. If she didn’t cut that out he would not be able to fight the urge to take her. His tail had already unwound from his waist and started to weave back and forth from arousal. The furry length came to sweep up Bulma’s exposed thigh. She shivered from the tickling sensation and giggled in her sleep. Turles let his smirk show. She was indeed a very beautiful creature. Yet she was still an enigma to him, she was so different from a saiyajin. She stretched again and gave him another onslaught of arousal. Unable to help himself Turles slipped under the sheets, lying next to her. She welcomed the warmth and snuggled up to him. He tried not to groan at the feeling of her warm body pressing into his. He was losing the fight against his arousal. His tail clung to her like a magnet. It traveled her body from her legs to her chest, everywhere it could reach. He growled softly and grabbed her thigh lightly. He rotated her toned leg to where it was draped over his body and then pulled her up by her torso. He slowly started to rock himself towards her in a desperate attempt to ease his arousal. He heard her breathing unstable and her brow wrinkle, but she didn’t wake.

In her dreams, Bulma was being hunted. She ran desperately through the forest trying to escape the maniacal laughter that was following her. Every once in a while she would se a shadowy, dark form lingering in the deep forest. Every time she would change directions he still seemed to be there. He would catch up to her and whisper things in her ear. The language wasn’t English though; it was a strange sharp tongue that she didn’t know. Bulma’s breathing increase and she swore she felt something touching her in an intimate spot. She had to admit it felt really good. She tried to keep running but this feeling was becoming a distraction. Her dream was strangely vivid. There were distinct colors and smells, but the only sound she could hear was her own breathing and the pursuing laughter. She gasped aloud when she felt something snag her and she fell to the ground. Bulma opened her eyes to see the bark of a tree. Something was pushing her up against a tree. Then she heard it, that stupid laughing again!

He was holding her up off the ground and pushing her against a tree. She gulped down her fears and tears. His hands were touching her. Turles?! Where was he? She screamed out for him, but there was no response, nothing except for that crazy laughing. He finally stopped and came closer to her ear.

“Doushita?” Bulma shook. She didn’t know what he was saying. The man seemed to understand, because he spoke in her language from then on. He chuckled causing her body to vibrate.

“What’s wrong? Are you mad that I finally caught you? You won’t escape again. Your games are over. You are mine!” He growled and yelled at her while ripping her away from the tree and turning her around to face him.

“AHHHH!” She woke up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down her face. She wasn’t alone. Bulma rolled off the bed and picked up a shoe, throwing it at the entity sitting on her bed. It struck home and she heard a grunt. She watched as Turles crawled over the bed and sat in the light. With a relieved sigh she ran over and sat on him.

“Never leave me alone again! Please, you don’t know what its like!!!” He grabbed her shaking shoulders in an attempt to calm her. He tilted her face up and saw the fear that resided in her eyes. She choked on her tears, “He chases me in my dreams.” Turles saw red at the knowledge that a he was chasing his mate in her dreams. He growled,

“Who? Who is chasing you?” She shook her head.

“I can’t see his face. Its always in the shadows.” Bulma broke down again. He gathered her up into his arms and pulled her up onto his lap, scooting further back on the bed.

After a while she had fallen asleep again and left Turles to his thoughts.

The fact that the hunter was a male made him angry. There just wasn’t enough information to figure anything out. He growled softly. Maybe she had telepathic powers that she wasn’t aware of. If that were the case, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was able to see things in her dreams. He had never heard of a human having powers though. Oh well, that wasn’t something that needed to be resolved immediately. He knew that if he bonded to her than he could see who the person was. If they bonded they would be able to merge their dreams. He smiled at the thought. If only he could get her to understand the saiyajin ritual. There was no way he could sit there and lecture it to her. The entire thing came from instincts anyway. All he could do was hope she would figure it out somehow. She was smart, so there was a chance. He sighed and lifted her exhausted body. Even though she was asleep, it didn’t seem like she was getting and rest. He grumbled about her being weak and turned the knobs for a shower.

He stepped inside the shower using his ki to keep her upright. Swiftly he washed the both of them and got out of the shower. After drying himself he wrapped her in a sheet from the bed and laid her down. His stomach growled its pain to the world and he rolled his eyes. He hoped she would stay at rest until he came back.

Vegita levitated motionlessly in the air. Using his mind powers to their fullest he tried to locate the other occupants on the ship. The woman was alone in her quarters. And Turles was wandering in the halls, most likely heading for the kitchen. He smirked, keeping his eyes closed. Perfect. She was alone, and the pestering third-class was out of the way. Soon, she would be his queen. He stood and walked out of the training room, ready to begin his hunt.

                        ~end chapter four~

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