"A series of drabbles centering around Bulma, Vegeta and Vegeta's tail. I am going with the idea that since Vegeta's tail was never permanently removed, as Goku's was, it occasionally grows back, and since Vegeta realizes he gets stronger faster without his tail, he keeps removing it. These are the stories in between. They are in no order, from any arc, will be any genre, and any rating.
"Please enjoy"
III
The first time Bulma saw Vegeta's tail, twitching slightly as he stalked down the hall in his Saiyan armor, she almost crapped herself.
Almost.
She pressed herself against the wall as he passed, which wasn't necessarily unusual since the Prince of all Saiyan's walked around like Capsule Corp was his castle, but it grazed her skin.
Long repressed memories surfaced: Giant Monkey Goku thrashing his way through Pilaf's castle; the sounds of children (and Yamcha) screaming at the tournament.
Vegeta froze, whipping around to glare at her.
She eepped.
The tail ran up her leg, tentatively, curling around her thigh, as if inspecting her.
It gave her thigh a friendly pat before slithering, as if saying 'Why hello there! I'm his tail! And if you piss me off, I'll fucking kill you, bitch!'
All very sweetly.
Bulma pressed herself harder against the wall as Vegeta's cold eyes bore into her. His tail was twirling lazily in the corner of her eye.
"Is there something wrong, woman?!" He seemed testier than usual. Maybe it's because he hadn't become a Super Saiyan yet, despite training nonstop for six months.
Or maybe he was just as skeptical of that damn soft, fuzzy appendage as she was.
"No-Nothing!" she tried to say sweetly, but the damn thing seemed to be waving at her. Mocking her.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed before his head snapped back, before turning back slowly, a homicidal smirk gracing his lips.
Fuck.
"Oh, I see now!" he said smugly. She shivered as his tail ran up her arm. He took a step closer, it inched around her neck; a fashionable neckerchief that was slowly wrapping itself around her throat.
Joy.
"Does it scare you, woman?" he was whispering in her ear, his hands on either side of her face. "Imagine what I could do to you with just my tail or your entire race for that matter!"
Her mind had stopped at 'you' and she was trying very hard to focus on his manic laughter and not…other things.
She hated her dirty mind sometimes.
She snapped back to reality as her breath was swept away by the ungodly softness of his tail closing off her windpipe.
"You-you wouldn't kill me." She gasped.
His smirk widened and his tail tightened. "Oh really?"
She raised a brow, daring. He growled.
She snapped her wrist up before he could react, tugging hard on his tail.
His smirk fell and his eyes crossed slightly as she saw his jaw set tightly. But his tail did slacken around her throat and glorious air entered her lungs once again.
"Well, I guess that's it then." She whispered playfully as the tail slid down her frame again. "And here I thought the reaction would be a lot like getting kicked in the balls-"
The wall next to her face exploded.
She almost crapped her pants again.
Almost.
"Bulma! Are you-Oh god!" A loud thud farther down the hall as Yamcha slammed himself against the wall, the color completely gone from his face.
Vegeta's face contorted slightly as he pushed away from Bulma. She watched as his tail wrapped itself around his waist.
Bulma smirked.
"Do I smell urine?"
III
AN: It's been stuck in my mind for a while, but school has kept me from writing. But it's almost done! Yay!
The first line has been stuck in my mind, as well as the last line. It was fitting the rest together, and I have to say that with the writing style I picked, it was fairly easy.
These drabbles aren't going to be in any particular order, but I figured I'd start with his first tail and go from there.