A/N – For those of you who wished to know, Bulma
wasn’t naked…she pulled her t-shirt back up after she left the room! Thank you
to everyone who reviewed, it was very, very kind of you all! *Grins* Anyhow
here is the chapter…and of course it guest stars everyone’s favourite extremely
good-looking elf! Lucas!
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Bulma’s head hurt…a lot! She felt like several hundred
bad-tempered Australian football players had just kicked her in the head…or as
though she’d just crash landed on a strange planet, which she had.
She slowly opened her eyes, everything was all funny
looking…very blurry…probably something to do with her sore head. Bulma didn’t
let it worry her. She couldn’t remember all that much about the crash, just
that there had been a lot of noise and bright light and then a really, really
big bang.
Bulma mustered her strength and sat up, a wave of
nausea swept through her but she ignored it and concentrated on blinking her
eyes until she could see again. She appeared to be in some sort of dark, dank
cell, she was lying on a wooden bench set into the wall and metal bars
surrounded her on three sides.
“Great, just what I need, to crash land in some sort
of backwater place like this.” Bulma eased her self off the bench and looked
around a guard or someone she could talk to.
But all Bulma saw was a Vegeta shaped shadow in the
corner of her cell, from what she could see he was wearing a forest green
cheese sack shirt with some worn out looking black leather pants.
“Uh…’Geta…you awake?” Bulma crept towards him.
The Vegeta shaped shadow twitched, “Don’t call me
‘Geta” It mumbled in her direction.
“Does that mean you’re awake?” Bulma crept closer and
the Vegeta shaped shadow twitched again.
“No…the rats…the pink rats riding unicycles…they think
they’re stronger then me! I’ll get you Kaka-rat! I’ll steal your unicycle!”
Bulma lent down and sighed as she realised Vegeta was
unconscious and was ranting wildly in his sleep. He must have also hit his head
hard as there was a large egg shaped lump on his head that was turning a
peculiar shade of green-purple.
“Vegeta! Vegeta wake up!” Bulma nudged the slumbering
prince with the toe of her…boot?”
How the hell had she got boots from? For that matter
where had Vegeta got his clothes? As far as she knew the last time she’d seen
vegeta he’d been buck-naked…although he might have been wearing his gold tipped
boots…he was wearing them now…had he slept with her with his boots on?”
Bulma’s warper train of thoughts was interrupted as
Vegeta jolted awake, “THE RAT’S!” He screamed and jumped to his feet.
Bulma raised as eyebrow, “Yeah…those bad rats.”
“I was…dreaming?” Vegeta looked relieved, “I hate
rats.”
“So I gathered.”
“Especially pink rats.” Vegeta looked around, “This
places looks like it could be rat infested…we’ll have to watch ourselves, rats
are cunning little creatures! They ride their unicycles up to you while your
back is turned and the next thing you know they’re in your hair raising a
family!”
“Yes…” Bulma took Vegeta by the shoulders and steered
him over to the wooden bench, “You hit your head pretty hard didn’t you?”
“Don’t patronise me woman! There are two things in
this world that I fear, one of them is Rats!”
“What’s the other one?”
“Street Preachers.” Vegeta shuddered, “They scared me
almost as much as rats, with their black hats and bibles and crosses and
abusive manner! Not to mention the nonsense they talk about!”
Bulma sat down next to him, “Vegeta, I hate to ruin
your little rant but what do you remember about the crash?”
“The crash?”
“You know…our spaceship crashed…you got clothed
somehow…now we’re in a dungeon?”
“Oh, that crash.” Vegeta shrugged, “Sorry but I
can’t remember anything either.” Vegeta’s eyes drifted about the cell and came
to rest in the corner where he had been sitting a few moments again, he lent
close to Bulma, “Bulma! It’s Lucas the incredibly good looking elf!”
“What? Oh not this again!” Bulma stood up again.
“No…I’m serious…see! See! He’s waving at you!” Vegeta
smiled at his delusion, “Hi Lucas…what’s that? It’s your birthday? Happy
Birthday!” Vegeta looked at Bulma with a cross expression on his face, “Well
woman! Say Happy Birthday!”
“Err…happy birthday?”
“That’s better! Lucas is happy again.”
“That’s…great. Say vegeta, do you think you could bend
these bars and get us out of here?” Bulma tapped one of the metal bars with her
fingernail, “After all, you are a big strong saiyan prince.”
Vegeta nodded, “Sure I’ll bend the bars…as long as you
do something for me later on.”
Bulma’s eyes narrowed, she knew that tone…
“Vegeta…your not in heat again are you?”
“To tell you the truth Bulma I never really went off
heat.” Vegeta smirked and Bulma glared at him.
“But you said that if I slept with you you’d go off
heat!”
“Well I lied to you didn’t I?” Vegeta walked up to the
bad and looked at Bulma from the corner of his eyes, “I’ll go off heat…after a
week of so of sex.”
“A week?” Bulma’s jaw dropped, “A whole freaking
week!”
“Oh come on, like the prospect of a week of saiyan sex
doesn’t appeal to you.” Vegeta grinned, “Don’t worry though, after the first
night the need to mate slacks off so I’m not going to be quite so…foolish.”
Vegeta wrenched the bars apart and waved Bulma through the gap.
Bulma refrained from commenting on Vegeta’s last
comment; the man had no idea how foolish he was, even when he wasn’t on heat!
“Lets just go Vegeta.”
“No…wait for Lucas.” Vegeta waited by the bars as his
imaginary friend apparently walked through.
“You know Vegeta, it’s not healthy for a grown saiyan
like you to have imaginary…” Bulma was cut off as an invisible force slammed into
her and knocked her to the ground.
Vegeta helped her stand up and whispered to her,
“Sorry about Lucas slamming into you, I don’t think he meant to do it.”
“Lucas…is…is…real?” Bulma’s eyes rolled up into her
head and she fainted into Vegeta’s arms.
Vegeta looked at Lucas and shrugged, “She isn’t the
most fearless of people.”
“So I noticed.” Lucas smiled evilly, “Don’t worry
though me saiyan friend, she’ll soon get used to me.”
A/N – Lucas is
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