Complications
Written by Ice Queen
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
She curled closer into the heat next to her, still half asleep her hand trailed down a hard, rugged territory for a second, until a thought made its way through her subconscious. I'm supposed to be alone... Her eyes shot open, and her mouth dropped in a high pitched scream. "ARRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SHUT IT ONNA!" Came the reply, a very grumpy saiyan glaring at her, barely covered by a draped sheet. Bulma didn't even want to know what else, if anything, that the sheet was covering. Speaking of which... Slowly she looked down, already knowing that she didn't want to know. Yep, nothing on. With a growl she jerked the sheet away, then just as quickly handed it back, only to jump down beside the bed, covering her chest with her hands.
By this time Vegeta was barely restraining himself from laughing out loud. "It's a little too late for that, woman." He commented, completely comfortable with the fact he was naked.
She glared at him. "I don't know how this happened, but you better take a picture, since it will never happen again." She jerked the pillow off of the bed, grasping it tightly to her body. "Now... Just... get out of my room!" She cried, pointing towards the door wildly.
He stood, arrogant in his masculinity and walked towards her, jerking her face so that her eyes met his. "This isn't the end of this, onna. Not nearly the end." He opened the door and walked out into the hallway. There was the sound of a high pitched scream and a body hitting the floor, which made Bulma race to the door, still holding the pillow.
Her mother was slowly coming to from her faint on the floor. "Oh my, he's quite the man, isn't he?" The blonde asked, fanning herself as she watched the saiyan walk away.
"Mother!!"
"Oh, I see you've already found that out first hand, haven't you dear?" Came the reply with a cheerful smile. "Such a lucky girl."
The door slammed in her face with a resounding thud. The older woman merely smiled, sighing wistfully. "It's so romantic! Oh my, what am I thinking? I'm a married woman!"
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"Never, never, never going to drink again. I can't believe... I mean... VEGETA! What was I smoking?" Bulma was muttering to herself as she dug through the mess looking for her wayward bra. "The worst part about it is I can't remember what exactly happened! I mean... not that it matters now... but..."
She dropped down to the bed with a slight, involuntary grin. "Of course... I DID get a very nice show this morning." The grin turned to a snicker. "And now I finally have the answer to the Boxers or Briefs question, as well!" Her eyes dropped on the shredded picture in the wastebasket. "I guess it just shows that this time Yamcha and I are through for good... Because if I still loved him... I wouldn't have cheated."
She stopped there, trying to ignore the other implications of the night.
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Vegeta smirked to himself as he shrugged into his shorts. The woman had deserved everything that happened, and he was just the man to give it to her. He grabbed a towel, heading out the door and towards the shower room. He wasn't about to tell her that nothing had happened last night. In fact, his plan had barely even begun.
See, there are only so many things you can say to the Prince of the Saiyans, and the blue haired woman had gotten out of hand. She was crass, outspoken, and enjoyed tormenting him to no ends with those tiny pieces of cloth that she called clothing. If she wished to act in such a manner, he wasn't adverse to teaching her a lesson that she wouldn't soon forget.
Especially if she were going to be his ma-he choked, jerking his head up like a wolf caught in a pair of headlights. Especially if she planned on living in the same household he did. He concluded with a slight nod as he dried off and pulled on his shorts again. Besides, that look on her face had been priceless.
He was almost grinning as he made his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. The blonde onna had already arranged for a breakfast to be placed out every morning. It wasn't much, merely a table full, but he didn't like to work out on a full stomach, anyways. He dropped down in one of the chairs, right next to Bulma, and began eating, ignoring the way she jumped when he entered the room. As he began to eat she started muttering under her breath.
"Oh right, just ignore me why don't you? It isn't enough that you take advantage of my food, my hospitality... oh no, you have to go and-" Vegeta grunted, cutting off the words his perfect saiyan hearing was picking up perfectly, and shoved a small chicken leg in her mouth to make her shut up.
"Urk!" She started chewing out of self preservation. "Hmm... that's not bad, actually." She started eating as well, making him look slightly weary at the thought of his breakfast being stolen. He smirked though, when he saw how little she ended up eating. Without a word he stood, leaving the piles of dirty dishes, and heading towards the gravity chamber.
"Mom? I think I'll go tanning. Is the pool clean?"
"Of course, dear."
And Vegeta groaned.
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She was out by the pool, her skimpiest blue and white bikini top pinned to the ground by her chest, the strings long since untied so that there would be no tan lines. There was a cup of sweating lemonade on the table beside her and an abandoned magazine in front of her sleeping body.
There was a sudden absence of sun on her back making her mutter slightly, turning over unconsciously. She jerked awake at the sound of grumbled laughter. "What the heck do you-" Look down, blush, and then get angry. "VEGETA!! You Jerk!"
Vegeta merely smirked, until another voice broke in. "Wow, Bulma, you've gotten bigger since you were a kid!" He turned then, unconsciously scowling as he moved between the blue haired shrew and the annoyingly perverted pig that had just shown up. Bulma quickly took advantage of the opportunity and tied her bikini back on with a practiced maneuver.
A single black eyebrow rose slightly. "Who ordered lunch?"
Oolong gulped, taking a step back unconsciously. "I uh... forgot I had something important to do... far, far away from here, that is."
Vegeta smirked, dropping down in the chair next to hers lightly. "That water smells, woman. You should think of changing it soon."
"Oh, that's just the chlorine." She muttered, picking up her abandoned magazine to keep from staring.
Vegeta smirked. "Really."
"Um... yeah. What's so special, anyways? I would have thought you would be busy trying to kill yourself right now."
He grunted, looking away to hide his discomfort. "Couldn't concentrate." He grunted.
"Oh my, perhaps we ought to call a doctor... or maybe a vet would be a better choice..." She replied. Vegeta looked blank, never having heard of a Vet before. For some reasons pets hadn't been high priority in his childhood. "Never mind." She growled, sitting up so she could look at him from a more comfortable position.
"So what's the problem?" She asked, not sure why she cared and doubting he would reply.
He turned to her, his eyes emotionless as he took the next step of his plan to destroy Bulma's peace. The sad thing was all he had to do was tell the truth. "I hear your heartbeat, onna. It's driving me insane."
"Wh-what?"
"I wake up to it, go to sleep to it, every time something happens or that bastard you call a mate calls it gets louder. It's driving me insane, woman. Even from across miles I can still pick up that damn thudding. And your ki. Hell, you barely have ki, but for some reason..."
He stood abruptly, walking away as the sound of her rapid heart beat echoing in the back of his mind. He had gotten to her. Just like she got to him by just... being. And for some reason it made him smile.
"Ve-vegeta..." The word was whispered unconsciously, yet he still heard it. But as he had the heartbeat for so many months, he ignored it.
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She was stunned. Astonished, even, that the most romantic thing she had ever been told in her life was something that the speaker considered annoying. And that that speaker had been the cold-blooded killer she had had nightmares about before she had even met him.
Silently she wrapped her arms around her legs staring blindly at the water in front of her. Without a word she stood, heading for the nearest phone. "Yamcha? Yes, Bulma. Who did you think it-never mind, I don't want to know. We need to talk. Yeah... That would be good. I'll see you then."
From somewhere in the house she heard the sound of a wall being destroyed. She turned, ignoring the guilt she felt, ignoring the things she couldn't take care of right now. She had something she had to do.
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It was driving him insane, this knowledge that she had gone running to that no good cheating bastard after all he had done. But he didn't care about that, right? This was merely about getting revenge for the torment he had gone through for the last few months.
Right.
But there was something strange about that scent. It wasn't just the chlorine, he had grown used to that sickening smell after a while, it was something tainted. Without a word he headed outside, dropping silently beside the pool, sniffing the smell drafting in the air.
He dipped one finger into the water, tasting it lightly with his tongue. "Huh..." He grabbed a towel off a nearby chair, dipping a corner into the water and heading towards the old man's lab. He wasn't sure there was anything wrong with it, but his instincts were crying out. He hadn't lived this long ignoring them.
"Wh-what this time? You haven't destroyed something else already, have you?" Mr. Briefs asked, looking up from the training bots he was slaving over.
"Nothing but a wall or two. You need to look at this. Now." Vegeta replied, tossing the towel to the old man.
"It's a towel. We on earth use them to dry off with."
"Not the towel, old man, the water. I think someone's tainted your swimming pool." And with that the Prince turned and walked away, as though it were an everyday occurrence.
"Oh. Oh my."
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To Be Continued...
Written by Ice Queen
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
She curled closer into the heat next to her, still half asleep her hand trailed down a hard, rugged territory for a second, until a thought made its way through her subconscious. I'm supposed to be alone... Her eyes shot open, and her mouth dropped in a high pitched scream. "ARRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SHUT IT ONNA!" Came the reply, a very grumpy saiyan glaring at her, barely covered by a draped sheet. Bulma didn't even want to know what else, if anything, that the sheet was covering. Speaking of which... Slowly she looked down, already knowing that she didn't want to know. Yep, nothing on. With a growl she jerked the sheet away, then just as quickly handed it back, only to jump down beside the bed, covering her chest with her hands.
By this time Vegeta was barely restraining himself from laughing out loud. "It's a little too late for that, woman." He commented, completely comfortable with the fact he was naked.
She glared at him. "I don't know how this happened, but you better take a picture, since it will never happen again." She jerked the pillow off of the bed, grasping it tightly to her body. "Now... Just... get out of my room!" She cried, pointing towards the door wildly.
He stood, arrogant in his masculinity and walked towards her, jerking her face so that her eyes met his. "This isn't the end of this, onna. Not nearly the end." He opened the door and walked out into the hallway. There was the sound of a high pitched scream and a body hitting the floor, which made Bulma race to the door, still holding the pillow.
Her mother was slowly coming to from her faint on the floor. "Oh my, he's quite the man, isn't he?" The blonde asked, fanning herself as she watched the saiyan walk away.
"Mother!!"
"Oh, I see you've already found that out first hand, haven't you dear?" Came the reply with a cheerful smile. "Such a lucky girl."
The door slammed in her face with a resounding thud. The older woman merely smiled, sighing wistfully. "It's so romantic! Oh my, what am I thinking? I'm a married woman!"
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"Never, never, never going to drink again. I can't believe... I mean... VEGETA! What was I smoking?" Bulma was muttering to herself as she dug through the mess looking for her wayward bra. "The worst part about it is I can't remember what exactly happened! I mean... not that it matters now... but..."
She dropped down to the bed with a slight, involuntary grin. "Of course... I DID get a very nice show this morning." The grin turned to a snicker. "And now I finally have the answer to the Boxers or Briefs question, as well!" Her eyes dropped on the shredded picture in the wastebasket. "I guess it just shows that this time Yamcha and I are through for good... Because if I still loved him... I wouldn't have cheated."
She stopped there, trying to ignore the other implications of the night.
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Vegeta smirked to himself as he shrugged into his shorts. The woman had deserved everything that happened, and he was just the man to give it to her. He grabbed a towel, heading out the door and towards the shower room. He wasn't about to tell her that nothing had happened last night. In fact, his plan had barely even begun.
See, there are only so many things you can say to the Prince of the Saiyans, and the blue haired woman had gotten out of hand. She was crass, outspoken, and enjoyed tormenting him to no ends with those tiny pieces of cloth that she called clothing. If she wished to act in such a manner, he wasn't adverse to teaching her a lesson that she wouldn't soon forget.
Especially if she were going to be his ma-he choked, jerking his head up like a wolf caught in a pair of headlights. Especially if she planned on living in the same household he did. He concluded with a slight nod as he dried off and pulled on his shorts again. Besides, that look on her face had been priceless.
He was almost grinning as he made his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. The blonde onna had already arranged for a breakfast to be placed out every morning. It wasn't much, merely a table full, but he didn't like to work out on a full stomach, anyways. He dropped down in one of the chairs, right next to Bulma, and began eating, ignoring the way she jumped when he entered the room. As he began to eat she started muttering under her breath.
"Oh right, just ignore me why don't you? It isn't enough that you take advantage of my food, my hospitality... oh no, you have to go and-" Vegeta grunted, cutting off the words his perfect saiyan hearing was picking up perfectly, and shoved a small chicken leg in her mouth to make her shut up.
"Urk!" She started chewing out of self preservation. "Hmm... that's not bad, actually." She started eating as well, making him look slightly weary at the thought of his breakfast being stolen. He smirked though, when he saw how little she ended up eating. Without a word he stood, leaving the piles of dirty dishes, and heading towards the gravity chamber.
"Mom? I think I'll go tanning. Is the pool clean?"
"Of course, dear."
And Vegeta groaned.
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She was out by the pool, her skimpiest blue and white bikini top pinned to the ground by her chest, the strings long since untied so that there would be no tan lines. There was a cup of sweating lemonade on the table beside her and an abandoned magazine in front of her sleeping body.
There was a sudden absence of sun on her back making her mutter slightly, turning over unconsciously. She jerked awake at the sound of grumbled laughter. "What the heck do you-" Look down, blush, and then get angry. "VEGETA!! You Jerk!"
Vegeta merely smirked, until another voice broke in. "Wow, Bulma, you've gotten bigger since you were a kid!" He turned then, unconsciously scowling as he moved between the blue haired shrew and the annoyingly perverted pig that had just shown up. Bulma quickly took advantage of the opportunity and tied her bikini back on with a practiced maneuver.
A single black eyebrow rose slightly. "Who ordered lunch?"
Oolong gulped, taking a step back unconsciously. "I uh... forgot I had something important to do... far, far away from here, that is."
Vegeta smirked, dropping down in the chair next to hers lightly. "That water smells, woman. You should think of changing it soon."
"Oh, that's just the chlorine." She muttered, picking up her abandoned magazine to keep from staring.
Vegeta smirked. "Really."
"Um... yeah. What's so special, anyways? I would have thought you would be busy trying to kill yourself right now."
He grunted, looking away to hide his discomfort. "Couldn't concentrate." He grunted.
"Oh my, perhaps we ought to call a doctor... or maybe a vet would be a better choice..." She replied. Vegeta looked blank, never having heard of a Vet before. For some reasons pets hadn't been high priority in his childhood. "Never mind." She growled, sitting up so she could look at him from a more comfortable position.
"So what's the problem?" She asked, not sure why she cared and doubting he would reply.
He turned to her, his eyes emotionless as he took the next step of his plan to destroy Bulma's peace. The sad thing was all he had to do was tell the truth. "I hear your heartbeat, onna. It's driving me insane."
"Wh-what?"
"I wake up to it, go to sleep to it, every time something happens or that bastard you call a mate calls it gets louder. It's driving me insane, woman. Even from across miles I can still pick up that damn thudding. And your ki. Hell, you barely have ki, but for some reason..."
He stood abruptly, walking away as the sound of her rapid heart beat echoing in the back of his mind. He had gotten to her. Just like she got to him by just... being. And for some reason it made him smile.
"Ve-vegeta..." The word was whispered unconsciously, yet he still heard it. But as he had the heartbeat for so many months, he ignored it.
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She was stunned. Astonished, even, that the most romantic thing she had ever been told in her life was something that the speaker considered annoying. And that that speaker had been the cold-blooded killer she had had nightmares about before she had even met him.
Silently she wrapped her arms around her legs staring blindly at the water in front of her. Without a word she stood, heading for the nearest phone. "Yamcha? Yes, Bulma. Who did you think it-never mind, I don't want to know. We need to talk. Yeah... That would be good. I'll see you then."
From somewhere in the house she heard the sound of a wall being destroyed. She turned, ignoring the guilt she felt, ignoring the things she couldn't take care of right now. She had something she had to do.
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It was driving him insane, this knowledge that she had gone running to that no good cheating bastard after all he had done. But he didn't care about that, right? This was merely about getting revenge for the torment he had gone through for the last few months.
Right.
But there was something strange about that scent. It wasn't just the chlorine, he had grown used to that sickening smell after a while, it was something tainted. Without a word he headed outside, dropping silently beside the pool, sniffing the smell drafting in the air.
He dipped one finger into the water, tasting it lightly with his tongue. "Huh..." He grabbed a towel off a nearby chair, dipping a corner into the water and heading towards the old man's lab. He wasn't sure there was anything wrong with it, but his instincts were crying out. He hadn't lived this long ignoring them.
"Wh-what this time? You haven't destroyed something else already, have you?" Mr. Briefs asked, looking up from the training bots he was slaving over.
"Nothing but a wall or two. You need to look at this. Now." Vegeta replied, tossing the towel to the old man.
"It's a towel. We on earth use them to dry off with."
"Not the towel, old man, the water. I think someone's tainted your swimming pool." And with that the Prince turned and walked away, as though it were an everyday occurrence.
"Oh. Oh my."
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To Be Continued...