AN: Hee Hee! I'm back. You know I was sitting around the dorm bored and improving on my self-loathing when I realized that I could keep myself busy by updating my fics. I've been pretty bad about that so I apologize. I'm currently working on updating my other fics so I've put my new projects on hold until I've completed all of these first. Lots of story ideas folks. I just need to go through and finish my old ones before beginning my new ones. I've also started classes as a freshman in college. Life is just so exciting now. But don't worry I won't be abandoning my fics anytime soon. I love writing as this is a great relaxer from all the stress of tests and papers. Anywho.
Disclaimer: I will take a bow now. I have officially secured 75 of the assets of Funimation and Dragon Ball Z. Yay! Wait no I'm still broke and I still don't own anything but this story. Oh well. In my dreams folks in my dreams. Oh and slight LIME content.
Chapter 6:
Bulma had locked herself in her room. Nothing could bring her out. Her friends had kept calling hoping she would answer. But she refused to answer any of their calls, finally turning off her cell and pulling (more like yanking) the phone jack out of the wall, effectively ending the annoying ringing that had been going non stop all day. Her parents had called to check up on her twice. She didn't want them to worry so she had put on a happy face and told them that everything was all right. Her father had been pleased but her mother hadn't been so easily fooled, prompting the second call. But she had refused to divulge anything to her mother promising her that she would tell her when she got home, and telling her to enjoy her vacation and stop worrying.
Why was she locked in her room? Well for one thing she was hiding. She just couldn't bring herself to face the outside world, preferring the comfort and security of her cream colored room. Things had been going so well two days ago. She had friends who wouldn't leave her for the world; she had reconciled with Goku, had almost kissed Vegeta, and was even planning a party as celebration for her life turning around for the better. Thinking back, Bulma was still trying to pinpoint when everything had started to turn sour.
The five of them had all squeezed into Goku's Range Rover for their trip to the strip mall. They had lots of stuff to pick up and hardly any time, so he had slammed his foot on the pedal and gunned it for the mall. They had wasted a good hour at Bulma's house munching on the cookies Mrs. Briefs had made before she had left and joking around on the couches in the living room. It had just been so fun and chill that they hadn't realized the time until Bulma had gone into the kitchen to get some juice and had come running out informing them that it was 4:30 and the party was in only about 4 hours before people started showing up. Which hardly left them anytime to shop and set up her house for the party. Of course the guys weren't worried. They just didn't understand the importance of planning things so that everything would come out perfectly. Of course Bulma and Star did, which is why they were currently speeding down the highway towards the nearest strip mall.
"Goku can't this thing go any faster?" Bulma asked going over her shopping list for what had to be the twentieth time.
"Uh Bulma. We're going 80 mph. The speed limit is 55. I don't think I want to go any faster." He responded keeping his eyes on the road.
"Yeah B, its already totally unsafe as it is." Krillen squeaked out his hands tightly wrapped around his seatbelt. "With the speed we're at we could overturn at any time."
"Oh grow a backbone Krillen. Nothing's going to happen." Bulma mumbled back adding another item to the ever-growing list.
"What the hell are you writing on that?" Vegeta spoke up grabbing the list from Bulma's hands.
"Hey give that back. I'm not done!"
"Women no one wants fucking hugs. You need to add beer to this list. Everyone's expecting to have alcohol. They'll probably raid your dad's wine stash if they don't have any." Taking the pencil from her he began crossing out stuff he knew they weren't going to need and adding the necessities like beer.
"Who's going to buy the beer huh? We're all underage. And how the hell do you know about my parent's wine collection?" Glaring accusingly at him she snatched back her sheet.
"I have my ways." He responded grinning slyly at her. Blinking at him a few times, Bulma finally sighed in submission and went back to her party list.
"So uh guys, what kind of music are we going to have?" Star spoke up from her corner of the car.
"Dance music of course. A bit of techno, reggae, and hip hop mixed together. I have a few dance mix cd's we can play on my sound system." Bulma answered not looking up from her paper.
"Woman, you should leave the music to Kakarott and me. I'm sure your taste in music leaves much to be desired." Vegeta commented causing snickers from both Krillen and Goku.
"Oh shove it Vegeta. We listen to the same music asswipe. But you can do the music. They can boo you when some Backstreet Boys comes on." Bulma snapped back causing the entire car, save for Vegeta, to bust out in laughter.
"Woman, I don't listen to Backstreet Boys!" Vegeta roared only serving to make them laugh harder.
No everything had been going well at that point. Her and Vegeta's argument about his love of boy bands had even been funny. Turning over on to her stomach, Bulma grabbed for the strawberry ice cream that had been slowing melting on her bed stand. It was just the way she liked it, soft and almost to the point of melting. She hated hard ice cream. Gazing at the wall as she munched on the strawberry goodness, her mind slowly took her back into her memories.
"Krillen I need you and Star to get the decorations. I need my house to look fly. You know lights and streamers and balloons." Bulma commanded before Vegeta cut her off."Woman this isn't some fucking birthday party for a five year old. This is a party with high school kids who will be drinking alcohol not fucking punch." Vegeta snapped leaning on Goku's car.
"Look. It's my party. And if I want balloons. Then there will be fucking balloons!" Bulma answered focusing her icy blue eyes to glare at Vegeta.
"Whatever." Surprisingly he let it drop. Even Bulma was quite unsure how to take this, seeing as she had been expecting an argument. Sighing slightly she turned back to her friends.
"Okay then. Krillen and Star you know what to get. Here's thirty bucks that should cover it. If it doesn't I'll pay you back." Krillen answered with a military snap of his heels and salute that brought a smile to Bulma's agitated face, while Star smacked him upside his head and took the money from Bulma's outstretched hand.
"No need to be violent Star." Krillen mumbled rubbing his shaggy hair covered head.
"There's always a need." Star answered walking into the Party Store while cackling evilly. Krillen threw the three friends a scared glance following cautiously after her.
"You have the weirdest taste in friends woman." Vegeta spoke up once again drawing Bulma's attention to him. He just couldn't seem to stop himself from trying to start a fight with her. What else could he do? He was bored.
"Shove it Vegeta. I refuse to get on your level and fight with you. Besides you're a friend of mine too. So that means that you too are weird." Bulma snapped back before checking her list. "Goku, you and me are going to be getting the snacks. Vegeta. You will be getting the drinks. You seem confident that you can get alcoholic drinks so that's your job."
"Hmph. No problem." With that he grabbed the bills out of her hand and stomped off to the liquor store.
"Well. He sure is moody." Bulma snorted grabbing Goku's arm.
"He has his good days." Goku shrugged letting her drag him into the grocery store. This was his favorite place in the world.
Chuckling softly at her thoughts Bulma scraped the last drop of her ice cream up before throwing the carton in the trash. Getting up to stretch she made her way to her bedroom door. She was thirsty and unfortunately she didn't have a minifridge in her room to relieve her.
'Hmmmm. Minifridge. That's a great idea Bulma.' That way in her times of solitary confinement, like now, she would be quite comfortable with all the necessary amenities of food to keep her well satisfied. Plus she wouldn't have to leave her room for any reason.
Taking the short way down by sliding down the step's railing she slowly made her way to the kitchen. The house was definitely still a bit of a mess from two days ago. She would definitely have to clean up before her parents came home and had heart attacks. But she would hold off until later, after she got her drink and took a nap.
"Alright guys. We have officially t-minus one hour and forty-three minutes to get my house set up and looking great for this party. Krillen help Star hang up the decorations. Star I want balloons covering the floor, you know so people can kick them around and such. Goku, I want you to help Vegeta with the drinks. Vegeta you can put the first keg on my deck and the other one in my pantry. All the other drinks will go into the kitchen." Bulma commanded shelling out jobs to each one of her friends.
"And what woman will you be doing?" Vegeta asked clearly looking for a confrontation.
"I, Vegeta, will be in the kitchen fixing the goodies and fixing some punch. And no there will be no alcohol in it. Not everyone drinks Vegeta." Bulma responded smugly before walking off to the kitchen.
Cursing Bulma under his breath, Vegeta grabbed Goku by his pointy hair and pulled him back towards his car.
"Hey Vegeta! That hurts."
"Shut up idiot."
Chuckling softly to herself Bulma commenced setting out trays for the multitude of goodies they had acquired from the store. Contrary to popular belief, Bulma could actually cook. She didn't spend all her time in her lab or sulking. In much of her depression, she had taken up cooking and eating, which was a big reason she had begun training.
Gaining 30 lbs from her mom's cakes and cookies and taste testing her own sweets really took a toll on a girl's body. She had to admit to herself that the training had really paid off. She looked even better than before, much of her previous fatty tissue turning into muscle, giving her a sleek and tone physique not to mention a nice little four pack. And it didn't hurt that she could beat almost anyone who stepped to her. Hell, she could probably keep her own against Goku and Vegeta, not that she would ever venture to actually fight with them. Really, have you seen the muscles on those guys?
Snickering softly to herself, she went back to prettily arranging some finger foods. She had definitely inherited a bit of her mom's Martha Stewartesk traits.
Grinning at her thoughts Bulma opened the fridge's door quite excited for something cool and sweet to wash away the sticky taste her ice cream had left. Her grin automatically turned into a frown upon finding that the fridge was quite bare, except for a lone bottle of amber liquid labeled "Vegeta's Juice". Blanching at the thought of what could be in side she cautiously reached for it. Taking a quick sniff she was thrown back into the party of two days ago. A few drinks and she had spilled everything to everyone, which was why she was hiding now. Not to mention the other things she had done that made her blush just thinking about them. Quickly putting the drink back in the fridge she opted for some water vowing not to touch another drink for a while.
The party was in full swing and the ground floor of the house was packed to the max, and that's definitely saying something since Bulma's house was the size of a...well it's just huge. Bulma was quite sure half of the kids here didn't even go to her school. But that was quite all right because everyone was having fun which made her feel good, and she was on her second fuzzy navel which was making her feel even better. She'd have to find Vegeta and thank him for the drinks. It definitely spruced up the party a bit.
"Bulma! Look how great everything turned out. I told you this party was a great idea." Star came up from behind her and rested her head on Bulma's shoulder. "Everyone's having fun. You'll be back to your old popular self again in no time."
"I don't think I really want to go back to that Star." Bulma answered sipping slowly from her drink. "I love the life I live now. No worries about girl's talking behind you back and definitely no worries about staying on top. I like being one of the bottom dwellers."
Giggling softly Star nodded quite agreeing with her. "Yeah, it's kinda nice not being on the top isn't it? It's so much better down here with us plain folk."
"I don't think you're plain." Goku remarked putting his arms around both girls. "You both look great. The best looking ladies here."
"Goku if I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with us." Bulma replied giggling childishly with Star.
"Kakarott couldn't flirt even if he took lessons from Don Juan himself." Vegeta butted in turning the three's attention to him. Bulma's eyes immediately trailed over his form taking in the way his sleeveless white tank clung to his body like a second skin and the way his blue jeans molded to his legs, not too tight but not loose enough to be hanging off his butt as was the style.
"See something you like woman?" Vegeta remarked watching as Bulma's already red cheeks turned an even brighter shade. Taking the time to glance over her form, he noticed right away that she had chosen to wear a maroon baby tee with the words Princess sprawled across it in loopy writing. But what he liked most about the shirt was the tightness and how small it was, with it reaching just above her belly button. She also had on a pair of low cut super tight jeans that flared a bit at the bottom. Her hair was pulled back with bangs cut straight across her forehead. All in all she was looking quite hot.
"You seem to be enjoying the view too." Bulma finally replied breaking Vegeta out of his reverie. "Hey, I'm going to go check on the food. Have fun." Winking Bulma swaggered off, hips swinging all the way.
"I'm going to get another drink." Vegeta mumbled watching Bulma until she disappeared in the crowd, leaving Star and Goku.
"Hey Star. Who's Don Juan?"
"Someone not as nearly hot as you are Goku. Come on let's dance."
Yeah the party had definitely been going great at that point. Bulma had gotten quite a few stares and compliments from her fellow classmates, not to mention the stare action Vegeta had done just a few minutes earlier. All and all it had been a great night, well until her party had been crashed. Growling slightly, Bulma made her way up the stairs back to her bedroom which she had renamed her "inner sanctuary".
Placing her glass of water on her bed stand she prepared to jump onto her bed before she caught a whiff of herself. 'Whew Bulma, nice going forgetting to take a shower.' Deciding it was quite necessary to take a shower before indulging in the fluffiness of her down comforter, Bulma commenced stripping down and headed towards her bathroom for a steaming shower that would hopefully calm her frayed nerves. Turning the hot water up to the highest setting she could stand, Bulma stepped under the rainforest jets in her private walk-in shower. Sighing softly Bulma commenced washing away her fears, anger, and embarrassment. Hot water was always a great healer.
Sighing softly to herself Bulma sipped slowly from her drink staring out at the night sky. The party had been going well enough and the refreshments would last for another few hours so she had slipped out to her private gazebo a bit further from the loud music and teenagers. After all the rush of getting this party together, not to mention the stress this day had caused, she needed a bit of time to herself, just to relax and enjoy the night. By herself.
But that was not to be as she heard some light footsteps coming her way. Sighing tiredly Bulma's shoulders slumped a bit at the thought of having to deal with someone when she just wanted to be alone.
"Hey." Her intruder mumbled taking a seat next to her on the seat. She knew without looking up from her cup, from the voice alone, that it was Vegeta who had just taken a seat next to her.
"Hmm." Bulma responded watching out of the corner of her eye as he lit a cigarette. "Those things are killers." She spoke up snatching the death in a stick from his hands and slipping it between her lips. Taking a long drag she let the smoke out slowly watching transfixed as it curled in the air.
"Didn't know you smoked." He said slowly, taking out another cigarette for him.
"You don't know much about me."
"True. But I know that your sarcastic and egotistical like me." Vegeta murmured softly taking a few puffs before he started again. Bulma now had her eyes fixed on him waiting for him to continue. "And I know. That you look really good tonight." He finished throwing his trademark grin at her.
Grinning identically Bulma turned back to the stars. "You don't look so bad yourself."
Vegeta silently watched her as she watched the sky. It was a companionable silence and Bulma was loathed to break it.
"How'd you know I was out here?" Shifting her attention back to Vegeta. Shrugging he took another drag from his cigarette.
"I was outside on the porch when I saw you leave. You were alone so I figured I check up on you."
"In other terms, you were being nosy." Bulma responded causing both of them to chuckle.
"I'm not nosy. More curious." His coal black eyes gleamed as he stared her down. Strangely she wasn't uncomfortable under his stare at all.
Bulma could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and other places as she felt his gaze sweep over her in his "curious" manner.
"Curious huh?" She mumbled skeptically staring straight at his lips. They were a dark pink and currently set in that ubber sexy smirk of his. That smirk could take a woman's breath away.
"Yeah." Vegeta mumbled noticing her eyes were centered on his lips. It was now or never. Not taking another thought he descended upon her, his lips crashing upon hers in a flurry of lust and need.
Bulma definitely hadn't been expecting this as she gasped when she felt his lips make contacting, granting Vegeta access to slip his tongue into her mouth.
Moaning softly her hands went into his flame hair. She had always wanted to feel his hair. She had never thought it would be in this situation. It looked like it was totally gelled and brittle, but running her hands through it, she realized that is was the softest hair she had ever felt. Softer even than hers.
Vegeta couldn't help but smirk against Bulma's lips. Strangely it came out more as a smile than a smirk, though he would never fess up to that. He had been wanting to kiss her ever since that bathroom episode, but truthfully even before that. She had always been her own person, even being apart of the popular group. She had always been strong and had her own voice, and he had always admired that. Not to mention, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He was quickly brought back to the present when he felt Bulma pressing even closer to him. He could feel the soft curves of her body as she molded herself to him. Growling low in his throat he commenced running his hands all over her.
Bulma gasped out from the contact releasing their lips from the little dance. His hands were like electric currents running all over her. She couldn't but help moan as she felt the heat increase between her thighs.
Vegeta watched enthralled as Bulma tipped her head back eyes closed and lips parted in ecstasy. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. And to think he was only doing this with his hands. Smirking slightly his lips descended upon her neck nipping from her jaw line down to that hollow crevice at her shoulder junction. His hands went for her shirt slowly pulling it up as he traced patterns across her smooth warm stomach.
Bulma was slowly loosing all capable thought as Vegeta tortured her with his feather light kisses. She could feel his hot fingers dancing across her stomach slowing inching her shirt up. She removed her hands from his hair placing them on his back and she slowly scratched it drawing the shirt up along with her fingers.
Vegeta hissed with the contact of her nails slowing digging up his back. The feelings she was giving him were amazing. He could feel himself getting harder just thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her. Reaching to pull her shirt over her head he was stopped when he heard a huge commotion coming from the house. Loud voices could be heard over the loud music, which was then abruptly cut off.
"What the hell?" Bulma growled pushing herself away from Vegeta.
"I swear to God I'm going to kill whoever is yelling." Vegeta growled darkly pulling his shirt down as he watched Bulma fix herself.
The voices where slowly escalating and the two could clearly hear Bulma's name being yelled.
"Shit let's go. I'm going to kill somebody." Bulma muttered darkly quickly rushing back to her house. She could feel Vegeta running to catch up with her. Her cheeks went red just remembering what had just transpired. It had been the most electrifying thing. Their bodies had been like magnets and she had fit into his body so well. Blushing bright red she finally made it to the porch of her house were people were huddled around the door trying to watch the yelling voices coming from inside the house.
"Excuse me." Bulma said trying to push through the group of teens. They didn't move one inch transfixed by what was going on inside. "Move dammit." Bulma cursed trying futilely to push through.
"Fuck this." Vegeta mumbled watching Bulma futilely struggle to get inside the house. Grabbing Bulma's arm he basically pushed everyone aside ignoring the shouts of protest as he dragged a cursing Bulma towards the living room.
Finally stopping with Vegeta, Bulma's attention was brought to Krillen and Goku who was holding Star back from attacking someone. Pushing past Vegeta she stepped up in the middle of the room. Her eyes widened considerably when she saw who had invaded her home. "What the fuck are you doing here!"
AN: Uh Oh something wicked this way comes. Tisk tisk tisk, Bulma just can't have it easy. I wonder who these invaders are? Hmmmm…. What did you guys think of my first ever lime? I'm very proud of myself. (Cheesing considerable.) I was a bit worried about how it came out but I'm ever so proud. Ahem. Sorry for taking so long. College life is tough. It's fun but tough. I've been ever so busy and I apologize profusely. Don't kill me yet. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think. And I am currently working on the next chapter for Office Lines so watch out for it. :) AHHHHH. I just realized that it has been a year since I've started this. Yikes. I need to get moving on this.
Lest I forget to thank my faithful readers and reviewers: Trynia Merin: Vegeta is sexy in general I must say. Dead sexy. And I try my best with the tension. What did you think of this chapter? My first ever lime! Was it good? Or did it totally suck?
Star0307: thank you for your review! I did indeed finish senior year. I'm now a freshman in college and I'm loving it! Yeah I do feel sorry for Yamcha. And then the feeling passes. Hoped you liked this chapter.
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