Icy Blue

Icy Blue

By: Angelwarrior1

Chapter 2: Getting to Know You

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.

With the construction of her new palace and Vegeta's gravity machine under way, Bulma was bored for the first time in many years. She walked the halls of her current palace and discovered everything there was to know about it. She finished exploring and ended up in the gardens outside. The cold winds blew around her and her hair billowed about behind her. Earlier her servants had quickly made a new dress for her and had found a breathtaking pair of shoes for her. Her new clear layered dress fluttered wildly around her legs, showing her dainty feet that wore glass shoes. She stared at the flowers around her. They all looked as delicate as she appeared to be, but she was no fool. The flowers held an aura of danger about them. Using her telekinesis, she threw a stick at one of the flowers. Her eyebrow rose when the flower lashed out at the stick. It's petals formed mouths and snapped the stick in many pieces with its many teeth. She turned when she felt a familiar presence arrive behind her.

"What are you doing?"

"Admiring this lethal garden of course." She smiled lightly and turned back to the flowers.

One of the flowers opened its eyes and stared at her like it wanted to devour her. She smirked and approached it. Sending out calming waves to it, its stature immediately drooped in tranquility. When she arrived by its side it calmly let her pet its petals. It gave a happy snarl at her attention and soon the other flowers noticed that she was no threat to them. They soon quieted and let her approach any of them that she pleased to touch. The scene soon became even odder when Bulma began to talk to the flowers.

"Where are all of you from?" She asked very softly.

They would respond in their usual growls and snarls and it seemed Bulma actually understood what they were saying.

"It sounds like a beautiful place."

More growls and snarls came at her.

"My home? It wasn't all that splendid. At least not my birth home. My second home was much nicer. It was gorgeous in all its beauty, but it was destroyed. So I suppose this is to be my home now, for the time being at least."

The snarls and growls seemed to quiet more.

"Actually, I won't be living here long. A new palace is being built on the other side of the planet for me. Would you all care to live there with me?"

Excited snarls and growls flew at her all at once.

"Alright, alright! Calm down!" She laughed.

"I will be sure to bring you along with me. Now rest for the night. I will return tomorrow." She pet one more lucky flower and turned to leave.

She noticed her arrival still there, staring silently at her.

"Aren't you supposed to be training with those special gravity weights I gave you?" Bulma eyed the man with indifference.

"I'm still training. I'm wearing the weight at 20 times normal gravity. I decided to leave the weights on and go about my normal schedule even when I'm not training." The gruff voice responded.

"I see." She turned from the half clothed man and made her way back into the palace.

Bulma was trying to control the hormones that seemed to have developed overnight. She'd never had a problem with sex before. Mainly because she had never come across anyone that caught her eye. Now it seemed that the man following her had not only caught her eye, but was always around even when she didn't want him to be. She mentally slapped herself to cease the thoughts. Now was not the time to think about getting laid. She had an empire to rebuild. If she needed a good lay so bad she could always find someone less complicated to get involved with. Not the future ruler that was still trailing her. With that thought in mind she stopped and turned to face him.

"Is there something you need to discuss with me?" Her cold mask fit perfectly onto her face.

"I have yet to find a suitable room. I figured I'd find one. So you see, I'm not following you." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"What's so difficult about finding a bloody room? Just pick one and throw the poor sap occupying it out." She forced her eyes to remain attached to his.

"So the one next to yours won't bother you then?" He smirked and stepped closer to her.

"It matters not to me. As long as you don't bother me." Bulma didn't move an inch when she saw him move closer to her.

Noticing that their conversation was gaining slight attention from the people around them, Bulma turned and kept walking.

He simply smirked and kept going behind her. Even as Bulma made her way into her room, he didn't stray from his path.

Bulma turned sharply in his face.

"You say you aren't following me, yet you're in my room. Now why is that?" Bulma stepped very close to him and stared him in the eyes.

"Maybe I decided I want this room." He stepped even closer, his chest almost touching hers.

"Oh? Is that so? Well I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not moving. And..." She pushed her chest against his, slowly backing him out of the room until he was on the other side of the doorway.

"...I'm not sharing." She stepped back, waved cutely, and slammed the door in his face using her powers.

She crossed her arms, nodded proudly and locked the door. Bulma sighed and went into the bathroom. While she ran a bath and removed her clothes, she thought on what had transpired moments ago. Her nerves were slightly frazzled. He was so intense tonight, but wasn't he always intense in everything he did? Bulma released a calming breath at the thoughts of him shirtless. She'd heard of ripped, but lord! He was too godly looking to be real.

"Argh, get a hold of yourself Bulma. I can't go and start acting like a woman now! I've always kept my self detached from feeling anything towards anyone. I've been practically asexual my whole life! So why is he so different? Why do I suddenly feel something other than coldness when he's around?"

Bulma sighed and closed her eyes, which probably wasn't such a good idea. Flashes of his naked skin immediately started coming to her. Unbeknownst to Bulma, the hands that were cleaning her skin slowly began caressing her breasts. Soon her hands moved lower to her nether region and she moaned in bliss as she touched herself for the first time. It was an odd feeling she'd never come across. Having known about sex but never bothering to try it, Bulma never understood until that instant what the big deal was. Now she knew. It was a blissful feeling. A euphoric feeling that felt too good to give up. As soon as she finished her eyes fluttered open. She sat up quickly in the tub and looked at the hand that had committed the act. It took a moment to comprehend what she'd just done.

"I...pleasured myself..." Bulma's eyes widened with shock.

As quickly as those blue eyes widened, they narrowed. In anger. At herself for losing control like that. And mostly at him for affecting her in such a way. She roughly cleaned herself and rose from the tub. In anger the water evaporated from her skin, the towels flew around her body and hair and she quickly went to bed. Willing her thoughts to become clear she soon found herself dreaming. About him.

"Vegeta..." A soft sigh came.

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When the door was slammed in his face, he considered going back in and yelling at her for daring such an act. He just as quickly considered the promise of death the callous woman carried in her eyes. Her eyes always carried death in them, even when they had softened around others who were frightened of her. Her haunting eyes showed her struggles in her vast lifetime.

He made his way into the room next to hers and threw the occupant out just as quickly as he had arrived. Vegeta showered and let his mind drift to the one woman who had ever been able to plague his thoughts. She was such an illustrious creature. Elusive would be a better word to describe her though. She didn't like attention, but she certainly commanded it. The mysterious aura around her didn't dampen that special attention grabbing quality she possessed either. Turning off the shower he got out and powered up to dry off. He then headed to bed, only slightly worrying about the new goddess that would plague his dreams. Hitting the pillow, he put his hands behind his head and thought about earlier. He'd trained for most of the day, but when he finished he had an uncontrollable urge to see her. So he sought her out and found her looking like the goddess she was in the gardens. He was like a moth drawn to the flames. He knew it would do no good to get close to her. Hell he fought it with all his might when he first laid eyes on her. But those big blue eye just called out to him. What they said he didn't know quite yet, but he was determined to figure out the woman behind the glacial mask. No matter the cost. With those last few thoughts sleep overcame him and dreams of blue filled his head.

Morning:

Black eyes slowly opened and it only took a moment for him to fully awaken. The olive skinned man got out of bed and dressed for the new day that greeted him. It was breakfast time and since the woman's personal lackey was gone for the moment he supposed that made him next in line to wake her. Not that he'd do her bidding. Unless it was killing, but she didn't need help with that. He exited his room and walked into hers, not bothering to knock. She was lucky he was waking her, so why should he knock?

"Empress! Wake up!" He shouted, failing to realize that he had acknowledged her as the Empress.

Bulma shot up in bed at the shout, she was never a deep sleeper. With the abrupt movement of Bulma, the sheet covering her naked breasts fell down. Vegeta's eyebrows rose when he realized the woman slept in the nude. Not that he bothered to look away. He didn't the first time, so why start now he figured. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the thought.

'I'm turning into Nappa for fuck sake. Or maybe I need to finally get laid for once.'

"Rise and shine there princess. The empire won't run itself. Unless of course you want me to start my shift early." He smirked at the last part.

"I'm sure you'd just love that." Bulma rolled her eyes and wrapped the sheet around her.

'It seems the woman's finally become a little more modest about running around naked. Not that I was complaining. Hell she could sit on the throne naked for all I care. It'd make for a more interesting empire that's for sure.' Vegeta chuckled at his thoughts.

"Something funny?" Bulma walked into the bathroom to wash her face.

"You trying to cover up for once is funny." He leaned on the door frame with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

"I'm cold darling. Besides..." Bulma turned to look at him with her cold facade in place.

"...haven't you seen enough of me already? I don't see why you should see more." She turned to dry her face.

"Hmph. Well, a little advice then. If you're going to sleep naked you may want to consider locking your door next time."

"I did, you apparently broke the lock. I'll need to get a sturdier lock that can withstand the strength of...you. What race are you exactly?"

"Saiyan."

"Hm...never heard of them. Must be a newer race that began after my imprisonment." Bulma crossed her arms and left the bathroom.

She went and sat on the couch and motioned for Vegeta to sit.

"What race are you from?" He turned and watched her silently.

"Well...I'm an Earthling. But I didn't live on my birth planet for very long. I eventually found my way to the icy planet known as Zelta." She became uncomfortable with his line of questioning, though she'd never show it.

"How long did you live on Zelta before your...imprisonment."

"A 100 years or so. You lose track of time when you rarely age."

"How long do you Earthlings live?" Vegeta's brow furrowed.

How could any race live for such a long time. She would outlive him several times over.

"Usually to 100, give or take a few years. I suppose with my powers came a longer life."

"Ah, so Earthlings don't have the kind of powers you do I trust." He was fascinated by the woman's story now more than ever.

"No, not usually. I'm a special case I guess. I don't know why I possess these powers. But enough of my past for now. I must get dressed and you have training to do." Bulma rose and went to her walk in wardrobe.

Vegeta simply grunted and left without another word. Bulma simply smiled at his gruff nature.