Fire and Ice
By: Lehua

Disclaimer: DBZ is not mine, so I do not own these characters. This fic was originally posted on http://www.adimra. as a contest entrance for August 11, 2001. I didn't finish it on time so it wasn't voted on. The site has since stopped being updated, but there are some awesome stories on it.

Based on the Hawaiian Myth of 'Pele and Kamapua'a.'

Chapter 1

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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

-Robert Frost

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"What have you done?" the woman asked as she gazed her husband's remains in horror.

"Finishing what you started years ago, Mother," Vegeta said cruelly to the goddess.

"I have nothing to do with your father's death," she said.

"You have everything to do with Father's death," he sneered. "Because of you he wouldn't accept me as his son."

"That's not true," she said.

"O, it isn't? Then why did he hate me? Why did he scorn and mock me? Why did he just try to have me killed?" Vegeta said, his voice rising.

"You were the one who ravaged his lands!" the goddess yelled.

"Because of your actions," Vegeta said. He turned his back on her and started to walk away.

"Don't you dare walk away from me." the goddess said, her voice hinting at anger.

Vegeta gave her a sideways look through his cold ebony eyes. "Why? You walked away from me all of my life."

He turned his back on her, never to set foot in her house again.

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"King Vegeta! We have the ruler of this planet. What would you like us to do with her?" Kakkarot asked Vegeta as he knelt before him, his hand poised in front of his heart in obedience.

"Her?" Vegeta questioned. He'd never run into a female ruler.

"Yes: her."

Vegeta had been growing bored lately from the continual planet hopping. He had much of the universe under his thumb already. This ruler might be of some use for his amusement. "Bring her to me," he said to Kakkarot, dismissing him with a wave of his hand.

Kakkarot nodded and left the room, only to bring back a loud-mouthed woman who spat out curses like blood coursing through a living body's veins. Vegeta watched amused as Kakkarot struggled with her. She was feisty. Her long blue hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her temper was enchanting. She had a single flower behind her ear, and it fell to the ground as she fought. He laughed aloud as he watched the spectacle.

She stopped her cursing in mid-sentence and looked at him with her ocean deep blue eyes. Vegeta grinned at her and assumed his air of superiority. "Welcome to my empire."

Her eyes filled with contempt. She spat in his direction. "Your empire my ass. We will never bow down to you." She glared at him, her eyes a raging hurricane.

Vegeta noticed the fallen flower on the floor. He got up from his throne and walked down to it. It had a strong, fresh smell. He picked it up and then looked her straight in the eye. He pushed the flower behind her ear. "I believe you dropped this."

She shook her head fiercely, dislodging the flower. It fell to the floor again. He picked it up from the floor and held it lightly in his hand. And then he crushed it, right in front of her eyes. "This is your kingdom," he said softly to her, watching her eyes fill with hate.

He walked back to his throne and sat down. "Introduce us, Kakkarot."

"My King, this is Bulma, the ruler of Earth. Her people claim that she has power over the volcanoes," Kakkarot said, pushing Bulma down in a forced bow.

Vegeta nodded.

"And this is King Vegeta, ruler of the universe," Kakkarot said to Bulma.

Bulma continued to glare at Vegeta. "You will never crush our spirit. We will fight back."

Vegeta smirked at her. "It only makes the planet hopping more interesting when the people fight against me."

Bulma paled visibly.

Vegeta got up from his throne again and walked down to her. "Let her go, and leave us," he directed to Kakkarot. Kakkarot bowed and left them.

Bulma stood like a caged animal as Vegeta circled her. Vegeta's eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of her. She was breathtaking. In all his journeys across the universe he had never met a woman as beautiful as she. She was shaped as only a woman could be—her curves sensuous and alluring. Her skin was smooth and crystal clear. Her lips were a dark red and inviting. He was tempted to taste her, but refrained himself from doing so.

What caught him most was her fire. No one had ever defied him since the death of his father for fear of death. But here this woman stood, defiance written on her mind, body, and soul. She stood caged yet defiant before him. She could very well be the goddess of the volcanoes as the people seemed to think, because she raged against him as one.

Vegeta stepped close to her, inhaling her scent. She was . . . untouched. This excited him more. He could feel his body starting to respond to her scent. He shook himself and walked back to his throne.

"Should I keep you alive?" he asked her once he was seated.

"No," she spoke plainly.

"Why?" he asked, interested in what she would say.

"Because I will make sure I make the rest of your pitiful life a living hell," she threatened through clenched teeth.

"Is that a threat?" he asked her, smirking, his dark eyes sparkling.

She leaned toward him. "No, it's a promise."

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