Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z, it's characters and likenesses, are all own by Akira Toriyama and the creators of the animated series. The characters are used for my amusement and are not being written for money purposes.
This story is rated R for adult content and strong language.
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Amour Foncé
A dark romance by ShaggyDiz
Encounter One: Chance
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It was a long day for Bulma made even worse by the longer date she just came home from. It was the typical guy to her: obsessed with money without a lick of a cent on them, minus their good looks. Keeping her profile low was hard; especially when the guys she recently dated went head over heals for her money, and her looks, but not her head.
I'm home! she yelled out to no one in particular.
It was the one thing she wanted desperately to find after Vegeta left: a nice guy with a human side and a dead serious side. Vegeta had the dead serious side, but never showed her what kind of guy he was, except for the one night they ended up together. He stayed with her until after the Cell Games though, in which he promptly left, first going out into the world somewhere before returning months later to take one of her space ships and getting off the planet. He had mentioned the possibility of returning, either when Goku came back or when he felt like it.
Hi Mom! came the cry from upstairs. A trample of feet came, and Trunks emerged victorious over Goten when they ran down the stairs.
Nearly five years had past since he disappeared. It took three years after he left for Bulma to reconsider dating again, and another six months after that before she went out on her first date. In the span of fifteen or so months, Bulma had gone out on eleven dates – half of them within the first three months. All of them had egos to spare and a head shallower than helium. After that, she slowed down, going on five dates in the last year, but all of them turning out the same. Number twelve concluded much the same way.
Hey Trunks. How was your evening? she asked her only son.
Fun! Goten and I had fun ganging up on Gohan! he chirped out.
Yeah! He was a good sport about it too! Goten said immediately after, though with a slight pause when he was searching for the right words.
Really now? That was nice of him. She walked by them to hang up her coat.
How did your night go, Mom? Trunks asked.
She paused slightly, catching herself slightly before resuming what she was doing. Same as it's always been. Bulma left it at that, going into the kitchen to make herself some coffee. She was in there for a few minutes, grabbing the items she needed when a hand went over hers to grab something.
Here. Let me get that. She turned her head to see Gohan standing there, a smile etched on his face.
Thank you, she said, slightly embarrassed. Bulma stepped back, letting the teen set up the coffee.
I take it was another downer? he asked her, pouring the grinded beans into a filter.
She sighed. I wonder if there are any men in the world that aren't so single minded. They're the only people I find once I tell them that I'm in line to own this place.
Well, you could just not tell them that little fact on the first date. Maybe then you could go on a second date with them. She glared at him as he walked over to the table, waiting for the coffee to finish. He realized his mistake right away though. I'm sorry I was out of line there.
Don't worry, Bulma said lightly. She stood up and walked towards the side hallway. Just bring my coffee down to the computer lab. I'm going to do some work before I go to bed.
Gohan said, but the woman had already disappeared down the hall. The machine beeped moments later, as the coffee was just about complete. He got up and prepped a couple mugs before heading down to the lab himself.
He got into the room, setting the cups of coffee down on the desk where Bulma sat at. She had a blanket wrapped around her and was set on a task at the computer she was currently working on.
he said simply, taking a seat next to her. She nodded her thanks before resuming her work. A few moments passed before Gohan peeked over her shoulder to see what she was doing. What's this?
It's something new that I'm working on. It's proving to be a bit troublesome at this time. Gohan stood up and looked over her shoulder, getting himself a better view at the problem she was having.
do this. He reached around her, tapping a few keys with his right hand. His head ended up inches away from Bulma's shoulder. She felt something odd with the closeness of what he was doing. Before she could answer what that was, he moved away, standing up fully behind her chair.
Gohan pointed to the screen, showing the minor thing he corrected. Bulma was astounded.
how did you do that? Something like that should have taken hours to fix!
He shrugged, trying hard not to look smug and proud. Just a little of this and a little of that I saw it when you said you had a problem. I looked over it quickly and presto: problem fixed. He smiled briefly before taking a seat again.
Bulma felt her heartbeat rise ever so slowly with that smile.
It took her a little longer to recover than earlier, but Gohan didn't notice, or thought that she was still thinking over the little thing he fixed. He stood up and walked towards the door, rousing Bulma's attention.
I'm getting a bowl of apples. I'll be back in a bit. He left the room. She wanted to raise her voice to say something, but decided otherwise. She would have ended up saying words that she didn't want to speak, though she ended up doing so a few minutes later:
What the hell was that? she ended up muttering. Bulma looked over her shoulder, making sure Gohan wasn't there, or wasn't coming back yet before turning back around and throwing her head in her hands. He's sixteen years old! Why do I get this feeling around him though?
She threw her hands up in confusion; unable to understand why she was acting like this. Placing her hands at the edge of her desk, Bulma pushed back some hanging her head down between her outstretched arms. She stopped for a breath and came to a somewhat sound analysis.
He is more of a man than anyone I've ever tried dating. She stood up, deciding that it was a good time for bed. Quickly saving her work, Bulma turned and bumped right into Gohan.
he said in his cheery voice. Something wrong?
Nothing's wrong. I'm just going to bed. She stepped around him, only to stop and move back, taking the bowl of apples from him. Thank you.
No problem. I hope you like it: granny smith apples. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a few small packets. I also got some peanut butter, if you want to do that.
She blushed slightly, quietly thanking him for the peanut butter as well. Bulma whispered a brief good night before making her way to the door. It was then that an idea formed in her head. It was nothing too bad, but she wanted to make sure of something.
I'm going to take a small break from this for a couple days, but I'm going to need your help when I resume it, she said, leaning on the doorway.
What do you have in mind? he asked innocently.
Come back in three days towards the evening and we'll head out for dinner. It's my treat. Bulma stopped there, waiting for his reaction.
Gohan thought it over briefly before coming up with his reply. Sure, I'll come by for dinner. Mom wouldn't mind, since I'm just going to be helping you out.
She smiled. Good, good. I'm going up now you know where the exit is.
Night Bulma, he said.
Bulma left the room, walking down the hallway. She walked up the stairs and entered her room, relief setting in briefly before settling down and planning out what she wanted to do to answer her questions about the boy half her age.
It's worth the chance, she muttered. She fell into a fitful sleep moments later.
To be continued
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Bulma's Omake Corner: Encounter One
Hello everyone, and welcome to the first (of what I hope will be many installments) of Bulma's Omake Corner! What is this doing here, you ask? Well, the creator and his legion of type writing monkeys asked me to take a section of each story that was either deleted for impractical reasons (a.k.a. too light for the story), or rewrite a scene in the chapter with a humorous element to it.
So without further ado, here is the first omake encounter:
Nearly five years had past since he disappeared. It took three years after he left for Bulma to reconsider dating again, and another six months after that before she went out on her first date. In the span of fifteen or so months, Bulma had gone out on eleven dates – half of them within the first three months. All of them had egos to spare and a head shallower than helium. After that, she slowed down, going on five dates in the last year, but all of them turning out the same. Number twelve concluded much the same way.
Hey Trunks. How was your evening? she asked her only son.
Fun! Goten and I had fun ganging up on Gohan! he chirped out.
Yeah! He was a good sport about it too! Goten said immediately after, though with a slight pause when he was searching for the right words.
Really now? That was nice of him. She walked by them to hang up her coat. Where is he at anyway?
As if on cue, there was a thump at the top of the stairs, followed by a series of loud tumbles down them. Bulma turned around the corner, seeing Gohan gagged and bound in duck tape and rope at the bottom of the stairs.
'Good sport', huh boys? Bulma asked, raising an eye towards the youngsters hiding behind her legs. They sprinted off, not wanting to face her, or anyone else's, wraths.
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Next Encounter: Rendezvous
This story is rated R for adult content and strong language.
Amour Foncé
A dark romance by ShaggyDiz
Encounter One: Chance
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I'm home! she yelled out to no one in particular.
It was the one thing she wanted desperately to find after Vegeta left: a nice guy with a human side and a dead serious side. Vegeta had the dead serious side, but never showed her what kind of guy he was, except for the one night they ended up together. He stayed with her until after the Cell Games though, in which he promptly left, first going out into the world somewhere before returning months later to take one of her space ships and getting off the planet. He had mentioned the possibility of returning, either when Goku came back or when he felt like it.
Hi Mom! came the cry from upstairs. A trample of feet came, and Trunks emerged victorious over Goten when they ran down the stairs.
Nearly five years had past since he disappeared. It took three years after he left for Bulma to reconsider dating again, and another six months after that before she went out on her first date. In the span of fifteen or so months, Bulma had gone out on eleven dates – half of them within the first three months. All of them had egos to spare and a head shallower than helium. After that, she slowed down, going on five dates in the last year, but all of them turning out the same. Number twelve concluded much the same way.
Hey Trunks. How was your evening? she asked her only son.
Fun! Goten and I had fun ganging up on Gohan! he chirped out.
Yeah! He was a good sport about it too! Goten said immediately after, though with a slight pause when he was searching for the right words.
Really now? That was nice of him. She walked by them to hang up her coat.
How did your night go, Mom? Trunks asked.
She paused slightly, catching herself slightly before resuming what she was doing. Same as it's always been. Bulma left it at that, going into the kitchen to make herself some coffee. She was in there for a few minutes, grabbing the items she needed when a hand went over hers to grab something.
Here. Let me get that. She turned her head to see Gohan standing there, a smile etched on his face.
Thank you, she said, slightly embarrassed. Bulma stepped back, letting the teen set up the coffee.
I take it was another downer? he asked her, pouring the grinded beans into a filter.
She sighed. I wonder if there are any men in the world that aren't so single minded. They're the only people I find once I tell them that I'm in line to own this place.
Well, you could just not tell them that little fact on the first date. Maybe then you could go on a second date with them. She glared at him as he walked over to the table, waiting for the coffee to finish. He realized his mistake right away though. I'm sorry I was out of line there.
Don't worry, Bulma said lightly. She stood up and walked towards the side hallway. Just bring my coffee down to the computer lab. I'm going to do some work before I go to bed.
Gohan said, but the woman had already disappeared down the hall. The machine beeped moments later, as the coffee was just about complete. He got up and prepped a couple mugs before heading down to the lab himself.
He got into the room, setting the cups of coffee down on the desk where Bulma sat at. She had a blanket wrapped around her and was set on a task at the computer she was currently working on.
he said simply, taking a seat next to her. She nodded her thanks before resuming her work. A few moments passed before Gohan peeked over her shoulder to see what she was doing. What's this?
It's something new that I'm working on. It's proving to be a bit troublesome at this time. Gohan stood up and looked over her shoulder, getting himself a better view at the problem she was having.
do this. He reached around her, tapping a few keys with his right hand. His head ended up inches away from Bulma's shoulder. She felt something odd with the closeness of what he was doing. Before she could answer what that was, he moved away, standing up fully behind her chair.
Gohan pointed to the screen, showing the minor thing he corrected. Bulma was astounded.
how did you do that? Something like that should have taken hours to fix!
He shrugged, trying hard not to look smug and proud. Just a little of this and a little of that I saw it when you said you had a problem. I looked over it quickly and presto: problem fixed. He smiled briefly before taking a seat again.
Bulma felt her heartbeat rise ever so slowly with that smile.
It took her a little longer to recover than earlier, but Gohan didn't notice, or thought that she was still thinking over the little thing he fixed. He stood up and walked towards the door, rousing Bulma's attention.
I'm getting a bowl of apples. I'll be back in a bit. He left the room. She wanted to raise her voice to say something, but decided otherwise. She would have ended up saying words that she didn't want to speak, though she ended up doing so a few minutes later:
What the hell was that? she ended up muttering. Bulma looked over her shoulder, making sure Gohan wasn't there, or wasn't coming back yet before turning back around and throwing her head in her hands. He's sixteen years old! Why do I get this feeling around him though?
She threw her hands up in confusion; unable to understand why she was acting like this. Placing her hands at the edge of her desk, Bulma pushed back some hanging her head down between her outstretched arms. She stopped for a breath and came to a somewhat sound analysis.
He is more of a man than anyone I've ever tried dating. She stood up, deciding that it was a good time for bed. Quickly saving her work, Bulma turned and bumped right into Gohan.
he said in his cheery voice. Something wrong?
Nothing's wrong. I'm just going to bed. She stepped around him, only to stop and move back, taking the bowl of apples from him. Thank you.
No problem. I hope you like it: granny smith apples. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a few small packets. I also got some peanut butter, if you want to do that.
She blushed slightly, quietly thanking him for the peanut butter as well. Bulma whispered a brief good night before making her way to the door. It was then that an idea formed in her head. It was nothing too bad, but she wanted to make sure of something.
I'm going to take a small break from this for a couple days, but I'm going to need your help when I resume it, she said, leaning on the doorway.
What do you have in mind? he asked innocently.
Come back in three days towards the evening and we'll head out for dinner. It's my treat. Bulma stopped there, waiting for his reaction.
Gohan thought it over briefly before coming up with his reply. Sure, I'll come by for dinner. Mom wouldn't mind, since I'm just going to be helping you out.
She smiled. Good, good. I'm going up now you know where the exit is.
Night Bulma, he said.
Bulma left the room, walking down the hallway. She walked up the stairs and entered her room, relief setting in briefly before settling down and planning out what she wanted to do to answer her questions about the boy half her age.
It's worth the chance, she muttered. She fell into a fitful sleep moments later.
To be continued
Hello everyone, and welcome to the first (of what I hope will be many installments) of Bulma's Omake Corner! What is this doing here, you ask? Well, the creator and his legion of type writing monkeys asked me to take a section of each story that was either deleted for impractical reasons (a.k.a. too light for the story), or rewrite a scene in the chapter with a humorous element to it.
So without further ado, here is the first omake encounter:
Nearly five years had past since he disappeared. It took three years after he left for Bulma to reconsider dating again, and another six months after that before she went out on her first date. In the span of fifteen or so months, Bulma had gone out on eleven dates – half of them within the first three months. All of them had egos to spare and a head shallower than helium. After that, she slowed down, going on five dates in the last year, but all of them turning out the same. Number twelve concluded much the same way.
Hey Trunks. How was your evening? she asked her only son.
Fun! Goten and I had fun ganging up on Gohan! he chirped out.
Yeah! He was a good sport about it too! Goten said immediately after, though with a slight pause when he was searching for the right words.
Really now? That was nice of him. She walked by them to hang up her coat. Where is he at anyway?
As if on cue, there was a thump at the top of the stairs, followed by a series of loud tumbles down them. Bulma turned around the corner, seeing Gohan gagged and bound in duck tape and rope at the bottom of the stairs.
'Good sport', huh boys? Bulma asked, raising an eye towards the youngsters hiding behind her legs. They sprinted off, not wanting to face her, or anyone else's, wraths.
