Chapter One
Arrival
"Vegeta have you packed the towels into the trunk of the car?" Bulma asked sweetly putting on her cutest smile and fluttering her eyelashes.
"Woman, do I have to go on this infernal trip? I have invaluable training that needs completion before the androids arrive; now I'm a super Saiyan I need to harness even more power, not go to the blasted beach." Vegeta grumbled folding his arms as he glared to his new mate.
How he had managed to fall for this weakling blue haired human was beyond even him, it was a great mystery. Just looking at her perfect petite figure and generous sized breasts made his heart beat faster Ever since the first time he'd seen her on Namek cowering behind the monk Krillin he hadn't been able to control his thoughts about her.
Then again just the thought of seeing her in that tiny black bikini of hers made his mouth go dry and he soon changed his mind. Maybe the beach would be fun.
Bulma rolled her eyes at the arrogant Saiyan prince before her; for once he was dressed in 'ordinary' Earth clothes; after much debating and arguing mostly on Bulma's behalf Vegeta agreed on wearing some black surf shorts with a white name branded 'ripcurl' vest. No surprise the most expensive pair of shorts and vest he could find in the mall, but still it was progress from his stinky training suits and Sayan armour.
"Vegeta, it's a date something I know Saiyan's aren't very accustomed to I understand that, obviously it's a human thing because we're more intelligent." Teased Bulma winking at Vegeta as she placed some sunshades on the top of her head.
"Sayans don't have time for 'dating' we simply find a mate get the job done and continue to train and push ourselves to get stronger. Mates are simply there to help satisfy certain… needs." Vegeta stated, as he unfolded his arms and smirked to Bulma; they hadn't had their usual morning argument and it was high time due.
He couldn't help it whenever Bulma got angry; she looked even more irresistible than usual. What was Earth doing to his mind? He was going insane. This was also part of the reason why they argued so much both enjoyed the fiery passion created when they argued… and the makeup sex was just the best.
"Get the job done." Bulma said slowly, as the words sunk in; Vegeta continued to smirk like a cat that'd just gotten the cream off the milk.
"Yes woman, that's what I said, are you deaf?"
Big mistake. He soon wished he hadn't pushed the barrier that far.
"GRAVITY ROOM GONE." Bulma said simply yet coolly, this time she folded her arms and mimicked her boyfriend's evil smirk.
Vegeta's eyes widened slightly, and then he growled she had certainly gotten him there, why was it always the Gravity room she threatened him with when they had an argument? Why never simpler more pleasant things like banning him from seeing Kakkorot, or not letting him eat the food she prepared, perhaps even tying him to the bed and punishing him severely….
"VEGETA ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!" Bulma yelled, unfortunately for him it blared straight into his super sensitive ears; the neighbours must have heard and they lived miles away.
Blushing Vegeta soon washed the perverted thoughts away, and snapped back into reality. "So woman if I agree to go on this garbage date, you won't disconnect the GR." He said trying to bargain with the blue haired human, unfortunately for him Vegeta knew that she would and could destroy his one and only training means on the planet.
It certainly wouldn't be the first time, and after dropping her father's cat accidentally from several hundred feet in the air, the former space pirate couldn't see him co-operating in helping to fix it.
All had also been in vain, after the cat was given the last chicken leg which caused the prince to have a tantrum, and had been dropped by Vegeta as a punishment it had somewhat landed on its feet into some bedding plants.
"Oh so you now want to go on a date? Huh Princey." Bulma growled, the irristableness she'd had when angry had suddenly vanished and was replaced by quite a dark power.
Vegeta replaced the smirk with a smile that made Bulma melt. "I was just having you up woman, Sayans mate for life, and they also do things together as I suppose you would call 'a date' whatever choice would they have when they spend a lifetime together."
"Vegeta… that was so… out of character, if you were anyone else I'd say it was almost romantic…" Bulma whispered, she smiled back to the prince before indicating to the red sports car on the drive. "Well, shall we go on this date then?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes in agitation, "Only if the GR gets the extra upgrades I have planned."
Folding her arms Bulma frowned. "You spend WAY to much time in there to consider it being healthy."
This comment made Vegeta smirk slightly, not just from the thought of the tough training sessions but also of the future fight he was going to have with the androids when they appeared. None of the Z gang knew of him becoming a super Sayan except Bulma of course. He imagined annihilating the rusty tin cans whilst the weaklings watched from a distance and then he could kill Kakkorot…
"Vegeta! Stop daydreaming." Bulma moaned as she passed him a huge black bag full of random beach stuff, disrupting the prince's pleasant thoughts of killing Kakkorot.
"I'm only going if-"
"Yes I'll sort you the upgrades honey."
A few minutes later both were crammed into the little red sports car Bulma owned, they were speeding down the tiny country bends at top speeds, West City was way behind them baking in the bright morning sunlight.
It was the middle of summer and didn't all the cities inhabitants know it, a hosepipe ban was in full force; and whilst the office workers were slaving at their desks in 40 degrees sweating like they had a fever; others were seeking shade or eating ice cream cones.
"Why don't I just fucking fly us woman." Vegeta complained, as the car tilted to the left and then another sharp bend to the right. His stomach kept twisting violently; he'd been pulled into black holes and had felt less travel sick than his mates driving.
"It's no fun flying! We're checking out the scenery there's nothing like a good road trip on a beautiful day like this."
"I HATE THESE PEASANT WAGONS!"
"Vegeta quit complaining and give your big mouth a break sometime."
"Woman! You're driving is the worst I've seen since leaving Freeza's force." Vegeta yelled, in truth Bulma's driving was frantic and dangerous; the type of car they were travelling in only helped with the sharp braking and fast accelerating. On the other hand Vegeta hadn't really been in an earth car before and this wasn't a nice first trip.
"I'm sure if we crash you'll survive. Your heads hard enough to absorb any impact!" Bulma yelled back, quickly she twisted the steering wheel again and narrowly avoided a thorny hedge. The markings on the country lane were blurring at the speeds she was reaching.
Vegeta instinctively placed his hand over his mouth to prevent any vomit escaping; he really wished he had forced the woman to fly with him; instead he had to endure this hell of a journey. The open top was a nice source of fresh air; the speed was generating a delightful breeze helping to cool both the Royal and the heiress down from the hot sun.
Goku was lying by the river sound asleep, his fishing rod twitching slightly as a big blue fish nibbled on the worm at the end of the hook.
For once he wasn't wearing his bright orange combat clothes given to him by King Kai; instead he was donning some dark blue jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt, he also had on a straw hat to keep the sun off his head.
Chichi was back in the house in the woods cooking him his favourite fish stew, whilst Gohan caught up on the backlog of text books he'd had since the sacking of Mr Shoe.
The fishing rod began to shake violently as the fish got caught on the sharp gleaming hook, the good natured Saiyan was sleeping soundly dreaming away of fighting the androids and eating a huge mountain of chocolate ice cream. Completely oblivious to the huge bite on his rod.
Pulling at the wooden fishing rod again, the big blue fish yanked hard as it tried to break free, the rod pulled away from the grass and reeds slipping into the shallowly depths of the fresh river.
Finally the fish managed to pull itself away from the sharp piece of shrapnel and it swam to the safety of the deeper water; the fishing rod which had been loaned to Goku by master Roshi was now wedged in between two large grey stones.
"Where's the fish! Where's the fish!" Goku yelled, as he quickly jumped up from the now flattened patch of grass and looked for his fishing rod. His straw hat bobbing up and down eagerly, he looked to the left and then the right.
"It's… gone." Biting his lip in deep concentration he tried to sense the location of the loaned fishing rod. Nothing. Of course fishing rods didn't have a powerlevel…
Sweat dropping he thought of how angry master Roshi would be when he found out that his student had lost his one and only rod, trying to think of an excuse Goku quickly sat back down in the grass to have a good ponder.
Bulma and Vegeta arrived at the beach, surprisingly with both the car and them still in tact. Parking was near to impossible; all along the grassland verge to the beach, cars were parked bumper to bumper. On the six mile stretch of coastline Bulma could only find one real space worthy enough to try and fit in.
A large SUV and a blue Mercedes were in between the small gap, it was tiny and Bulma's parking was her weakest spot.
"Tell me when to stop." Bulma ordered as she reversed the convertible backwards, Vegeta turned around in a laid back manner to check out the space left, so she didn't hit the Mercedes.
A loud clout as the Ferrari convertible hit the bumper of the Mercedes was quickly followed by a high pitched car alarm. Vegeta hadn't even flinched.
"I TOLD YOU TO TELL ME!" Bulma screamed, as she clouted the gears into first and moved forwards narrowly missing hitting the front of the Ferrari into the huge Jeep.
"I don't take orders from anybody." Vegeta said snidely, and then continued. "I told you your driving was the worst I'd ever seen."
"AT LEAST I CAN DRIVE!" Bulma spat angrily, as she quickly put the car back into reverse and it jolted backwards, quickly she turned the wheel left to try and straighten up. "Just remind me why I left Yamcha to be with you?"
Looking at his mate in agitation he couldn't help but feel slightly hurt at her sudden words. Was the sex not good enough or something why was she even trying to match them up? "Shut your big mouth woman, I'm ten times the man that weakling is and you know it."
Growling Bulma ripped the keys out of the ignition, and then glared at Vegeta sitting in the black leather passenger seat. Truthfully he did look pretty pale and boy did he deserve it! But dressed out in his high priced Earth clothes he did look damn cute.
Bulma raised her eyebrows slightly as Vegeta just grunted thinking he was victorious; she was going to have to keep an eye on him today she was positive the girls on the beach would like what they see.
"Come on, let's forget about everything and just enjoy today. Who knows Earth might not even be hear this time next year." Bulma teased, as she climbed out of the car and checked her parking again.
That would be the last time she'd ask Vegeta for help reversing, her insurance was already high enough without his assistance.
"It will if I have anything to do with it," Vegeta growled as he opted to fly through the open top roof, the silver Mercedes wasn't that badly damaged just a tiny scratch on the black rubber bumper, it could have already been there. The alarm however was still sounding loudly around.
Vegeta landed agilely next to Bulma, his flip flops sinking into the dusty verge.
Quickly he glanced at the beach scene; he had to admit it looked pretty nice; it had only been about an hours drive from Capsule Corp although with Bulma's driving a very long hour.
A harbour was in the distance with a long stone wall, and directly ahead of him was a long flat stretch of beach that seemed to go on for miles. Palm trees were rustling gently in the warm sea breeze, whilst the surf was rolling onto the shoreline making thundering sounds.
People in the ocean looked like small dots; some Vegeta could see were standing on platforms riding the waves, whilst others were swimming and splashing about with inflatables.
Hundreds were lazing in the sunlight wearing little to no clothes; lots of women were wearing the same style of outfit as his mate, a tiny pair of underwear with a tiny piece of cloth to hide their breasts.
"So this is the beach woman." Vegeta said quietly, it reminded him very much of the pleasure planets he'd visited whilst working for Freeza. He knew Earth had lots of water but he didn't ever imagine places like this. He'd seen so little by flying thousands of feet in the air; he couldn't help but feel intrigued at what other secrets the mud ball planet Earth might hold.
"You look like you've never seen a beach before." Bulma chuckled as she opened up the trunk of the car and began to remove some bags.
Vegeta really, really liked her new outfit; he'd seen her many times in her pool wearing a similar uniform. It showed off her perfect figure and made her look even more irresistible than when he'd first seen her on Namek.
Today she had her long blue hair perfectly straight, with a pair of cute red sunglasses on her head. Her Bikini was also the same blue as her hair, with some sparkly red flip-flops.
"Damn Vegeta I forgot my sarong." Bulma cursed as she slammed the trunk of the car and pressed the alarm button on the keys.
"I could always fly back and locate it." Vegeta offered a little too quickly,
"Nice try buster, your staying with me it's our first real date- and there's no getting out of it."
Vegeta half sighed and half smirked as his mate took him by the hand and dragged him through the sand dunes away from her ridiculously expensive sports car; the Mercedes was still blaring out for its owner's attention, the lights unceremoniously flashing brightly in time with the honking horn.
The Saiyan prince loved this bit about the woman, she could be so forceful and dominant sometimes; just like himself.
"So you're just going to leave the luggage for a slave to pick up?" Vegeta asked confused as he allowed Bulma's soft warm hands to guide him onto the warm white sand of the beach.
After all the complaining the woman had made about slavery being wrong, and now she was leaving her bags on the side of the road for a pauper to need to carry over to them.
When Vegeta had first arrived at Bulma's home, he'd been disgusted to find a house so sparse and posh had no slaves to do the dirty work. Instead Bulma opted for useless tin can machines which more often than not malfunctioned with the simplest orders.
"Kuso! I forgot all about the bags." Bulma swore as she quickly loosened her grip on Vegeta and ran back over the dunes to the car. The former space pirate did nothing but watch admirably as her perfect butt wiggled in the tight underwear she was wearing.
She was definitely the most attractive woman he'd ever met, he found himself growing slightly aroused through his surf shorts as she disappeared over the sand dunes.
Making up his mind that today was going to definitely be worth missing a few hours training over.
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I hope that you liked the first chapter; I plan this to be quite a short story spanning out over three or four chapter's maybe. (Who knows!) A three shot would it be called?
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