OK, hi everyone and thanx 4 reading my fic. ^.^v.
Bold text is Vegeta's thoughts.
And I don't own DBZ and I hate having to say this so don't rub it in, OK???
Chapter 1
Late at night
"Hey Vegeta, Yamcha, are you coming to the fair with me tomorrow?" asked Bulma.
"NO!" said Vegeta. "Quit badgering me, woman!"
"Well Bulma, I don't know…" prevaricated Yamcha. "See, I got other things I need to do…"
"Puleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" begged Bulma. She leant along the table and looked up at Vegeta with puppy-dog eyes, thanking God for her –incredibly- low-cut nightdress. Vegeta's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped a few centimetres.
"Oooooh…I mean…ahem…uh…fine I'll come!"
He stormed out.
What am I thinking? I don't want to go to her stupid fair! Ok, Ok, so that amazing view of her...well anyway it's a pretty good one on such a pretty woman...NO! What am I thinking?
Please - no! I think I have a... (What does that baka woman call it? Oh yeah...) a crush on an earthling!
"Hehehe, he's soooooo predictable," giggled Bulma to herself. She turned to Yamcha.
"Well? Are you coming?"
Yamcha, gazing at Bulma's half-exposed chest, replied "What's it worth?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Well…I'll buy you a bar of your favourite chocolate…"
"N-no," stammered Yamcha, "I was thinking along more… intimate… lines…"
"Oh, Yamcha! Okay, okay, tomorrow night…"
"Why not tonight?" asked Yamcha softly.
"Because…because you could have sex with me tonight then refuse to go with me to the fair tomorrow! Is it a deal?"
"Oh all right." agreed Yamcha.
He pulled Bulma in closer, surreptitiously fingering the buttons on her shirt…
Vegeta could hear Bulma's yells of anger from right across the other side of the house.