No Rest For The Wicked Chapter 1, a dragon ball z fanfic

It started the day I went to see the woman's father. I had overloaded several pieces of equipment and they were in need of repair, so logically I brought them to the elder scientist. He told me that I would need to find his daughter for the repairs required, that, although he was an engineer himself, he couldn't repair someone else's work without the schematics. So I sought out the woman, zeroing in on her location I set out towards her faint signal.

Upon finding her I was surprised to say the least. I had never seen her in this kind of attire before, not even for, what I assume to be, her mate. Back on Namek I, in passing mind you, thought she was beautiful. I was in no way prepared for this; she was standing beside her bed putting on what must have been the highest pair of boots I have ever seen.

With the bed behind her she looked for all the world as though she had just stepped out of a teenage boy's wet dream. Under those boots she was wearing something similar to my body armor and quite possibly the shortest skirt in the galaxy that still covered everything just above. Before this I would never have found her chest lacking in size, but this, the garment pulled in defining her curves above the hip, which only succeeded in adding to the already generous amount of cleavage. What I remember most is what it was made of; it was the softest looking thing I had ever seen. As though spun from the finest threads of silk into shimmering gauze winding the length of her arms. I had been struck dumb, not an easy feat. She paused seeing me in her door way, she stood and crossed her arms across her chest. A weaker man would have begged her into bed but then, I'm not so weak.

"I have equipment in need of immediate repairing so that I may continue my training. I requested assistance from your father but he claimed to be incapable and sent me to you."

"And so you expect me to just set aside anything I may have been doing to serve you. Well I'm sorry but you'll have to wait Vegeta. I'm leaving now. I have a previous engagement to attend to and I will be severely missed if I'm not there. I will start on the repairs tomorrow." Inside Bulma cringed. Man he is really going to let me have it.

"What could you possibly have planned that's more important than my training? This had better be good, otherwise you are staying here." I crossed my arms and waited for what I was sure was going to be a pathetic waste of time.

"Well that's just to damn bad, because I have no need to explain myself to you. You are a guest here and if I ask you to wait a few hours then I expect you to. So take a break and relax, what's the point in surviving the androids if you can't enjoy the little things in life afterward. Besides, what if you still end up dying, and you haven't enjoyed life before you die, your finally free Vegeta, enjoy it. Anyway I have somewhere to be." She walked away, right past me, and I'm not sure why but I just let her go. It seems that something she said struck a chord within me. Perhaps she's right; I am my own man now, I have no obligations left. One day couldn't make that much difference.

Several hours had gone by and Vegeta had run out of things to do. He had taken a complete tour of Capsule Corp, from the greenhouse to all the unrestricted labs. He had circumnavigated the globe twice committing to memory the most important land marks for future use. Now he was just plain bored. "Enjoy myself" she says there's nothing to do here. Maybe I should drop in on her where ever she is and see what she's doing to "amuse" herself. Vegeta located her ki and headed toward it.

Landing he could feel her presence coming from inside along with hundreds of other people. He could feel the pounding of sound coming from within, bracing himself for the coming onslaught, he walked through the door. To say the least this was not the kind of environment he expected to find the woman in, she seemed too innocent for this sort of place. The people were all dressed in much the same fashion that she had been when she last saw her, and they were all thrashing and grind against each other in time with the music. How am I supposed to find her in here with all these idiots throwing themselves around like this? The music stopped and the crowd calmed, focusing their attention on the man standing center stage.

"We are all well aware of our Lady's penchant for being late." The crowd chuckled lightly, Vegeta didn't like not being in on the joke and wondered what was so funny. "She's finally here and prepared to give you all the show you've come here to see. So without further delay I give you our Lady!" The crowd grew frantic as a woman walked on stage. No it couldn't be. There's no way. Bulma!? The music started and she held up the microphone to her mouth as she was swinging her hips in time with the base and drum beats working the started paying closer attention to the words she sang instead the movement of her body.

Hey
You're crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it
When I dream, I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on

Vegeta was enthralled, watching her drag her own nails across her neck and arms leaving trails of red welts in their wake, and like every other man in the room, imagining that it was his own hands on her body.

Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy...bitch

Take it off
No need to talk
You're crazy
But I like the way you fuck me

He could feel himself zoning in and out of the song as his mind filled with the erotic images her words and movements suggested. He almost cursed; this was not what was supposed to happen. He was just supposed to find her and get his technician back to work. He hardly imagined this when she told him to go enjoy the little things earlier that day.

You're crazy
But I like the way you fuck me

Bulma could feel him staring at her from the moment she stepped out. One of the guards had come and told her that he was here and asked how she wanted to handle the situation. She told them to just leave him alone, he wasn't hurting anything. "Intervene only if necessary." She was interested to see if he had taken her advice and finally started to live for himself. "Offer him a seat in the upper balconies and drinks on my tab after the first song. Make him comfortable, I'll go up shortly."

Vegeta allowed himself to be lead away from the crowd grateful for the distance. So she knows I'm here. I should thank her for the seclusion later. He sat in the plush chair watching the spectacle from above occasionally making eye contact with her when she looked up to him. Vegeta focused more on her stage antics as she started to sing the next song.

I was walkin' down the street
When out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me

She said I never seen a man
Who looked so all alone
Oh could you use a little company

And if you pay the right price
Your evening will be nice
You can go and send me on my way

I said you're such a sweet young thing
Why you do this to yourself
She looked at me and this is what she said

There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free
No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Not even 15 minutes later
I'm still walkin' down the street
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight
And then he swept up from behind
He put a gun up to my head
He made it clear he wasn't lookin' for a fight

He said give me all you got
I want your money not your life
But if you try to make a move I won't think twice

I told him you can have my cash
But first you know I gotta ask
What made you want to live this kind of life

Well now a couple hours passed
And I was sitting in my house
The day was winding down and coming
To an end

So I turned on TV
And flipped it over to the news
And what I saw I almost couldn't
Comprehend

I saw a preacher man in cuffs
He'd taken money from the church
He'd stuff his bank account with righteous
Dollar bills

But even still I can't say much
Because I know we're all the same
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

Vegeta had enjoyed her pantomime during her ballad. I could get used to this. This is actually entertaining. He continued to watch while drinking the inebriating drink in his hand. Wondering what he was going to say to her when finally confronted. He decided he'd wing it after he came up void of a reasonable explanation and continued to watch. He realized to he had been lost in thought for awhile when he could no longer see her on the stage.

"Hey Vegeta, fancy seeing you here." Trapped.

Well that was chapter 1 this will be a long haul of a fic. I'll keep posting regardless of the number of reviews, so if I can get at least 5 reviews I'll upload faster.

Ja,

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