Warning: More silliness is about to ensue.
I promise by the next chapter things will get back to normal, I'm just having too much fun writing these while I'm still figuring out where to go on the next serious note.
Steam rolled off of the white tile from the blasting heat of every showerhead in the locker room at once. There was only a dark shadow in the dense white mist, as Vegeta leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. His wet hair hung around his shoulders, his eyes squeezed shut as he forced the memory of his earlier actions out of his mind.
Damn that insufferable woman... She doesn't know the dangerous game she's playing at!
He had felt the necessity to scald his foolish body into submission, he could also go the cold water route but he found the intense heat much more preferable; it unwound all the tension in his back and sloughed off the dead skin from the psycho that had burned him, revealing the soft, healed skin beneath.
I'm losing my control, a little bit more every time... It feels as if some primordial beast inside is clawing it's way up, demanding for me to act upon these useless urges...
He squeezed his eyes shut and punched the white tile of the shower room wall, creating a large hole and causing water to spray out of the broken pipe; effectively shutting off all the showers at once now that the water was redirected to one overflowing pipe. Vegeta then strolled away, snorting at the cheaply made wall's lack of strength, making the other men who had been sent packing into the locker room to wait their turn all exclaim in hushed voices.
He shook the water out of his prickly mane and slung a towel over his shoulder, looking around the eerily empty room, but for the lockers with darting eyes peeking from the slots.
"I'd advise you all to hand over your fresh garments, or pay the consequences. I refuse to wear soiled clothing. I'll accept only the best Earthling threads suitable for a Prince such as myself." He sneered, hearing only soft murmurs from the lockers. He walked forward and tore the door off a locker, crumpling it into a ball then throwing it into the far wall, where it made a large crater and cracked the bricks.
"Did I stutter? Show yourselves, now!"
He bellowed, his voice echoing all throughout the room and the large gymnasium. Within seconds, they hesitantly came out of the lockers and started rifling through their clothes frantically for something suitable for him to wear.
"I swear, he takes longer than I do to take a shower! I had other plans, ya know!" Bulma muttered to herself, tapping her foot impatiently as she watched the clock on the wall, then the door to the men's lockeroom. She'd been waiting for over an hour, in which time she could have made ten laps around the entire campus instead of sitting in the dinky little chair that made her butt cheeks go numb.
Why should I even wait for that jerk? I should have just left before, you know, now that I think of it, he's just a rotten little pervert! That's all, that's why he was disappointed that the kiss was just for show, sure, I enjoyed it too but he reacted like a horny teenager! Sheesh, grinding his crotch on me and groping my ass like that, now everyone's going to think I'm easy!
She rolled her eyes, covering her reddened cheeks with her hands, then fishing a compact out of her purse to powder her cheeks and add a fresh layer of cherry flavored lip gloss.
I mean, it is nice to feel sexy again... He absolutely eats me up with his eyes... So much even my mom catches on, but who am I kidding, if she's not trying to catch a glimpse of his warty little package, she's jumping poor old dad's bones...
"Blech! Ugh, gag me with a spoon and ram a cork up my ass!" She spat in disgust at the disturbing image, shaking it out of her head, then combing her fingers through her hair.
"Is that some demented fantasy of yours, Woman? I can think of a more effective way to disgorge your stomach contents, but that would be pleasing only myself."
A familiar voice said coldly as she turned her head and snapped the mirror shut, the scathing remark she had ready, completely lost on his sudden change in appearance before her. She blanked out for a second as her eyes were almost drawn to rove over him, but she resisted the temptation.
"Fuck you!" Bulma growled, then turned her face away and crossed her arms, ignoring him.
"No thanks, I don't mate with inferior species. Besides, shouldn't I be the one disregarding your presence? It's too bad I have to watch over the precious little princess, for fear she'll fall off her high horse! Gods forbid her blue brain-matter will spill out, and ruin my nice shoes!" He spat callously, with a snide chuckle. Vegeta then crossed his ankles, flaunting his newly acquired black and white wingtip shoes.
Bulma stood and balled her fists up, meeting his dark coal eyes and quickly snarling back at him, "Shut up!! It's my mistake for thinking you'd ever become a Prince again, because since the moment you first kissed my hand, you've been nothing but a filthy, rotten toad!" She snapped back, watching as he recoiled at her words, his eyes widening at the idea of her dismissing his royal standing. Tears threatened to collect in the corners of her eyes as she felt a shooting pain in her chest, as she took her spite out on him. Perhaps it was too far, but she didn't care. She was emotionally fragile and trying to hold herself all together, and at that moment, screaming at him was extremely cathartic.
"That's right, you have a lot to learn about how to treat a lady, Vegeta! You can't just expect me to bend over backwards and swoon over you, like all the millions of women you've probably been with! That cocky tough guy act doesn't work on me!" She said, crossing her arms, smirking at his slack jawed expression.
Vegeta growled and stiffened where he stood; his eye twitching uncontrollably as he resisted to blast the loud-mouthed little female into outer space.
"You're absolutely incorrect in your observations. That's all I have to say on the matter." He said lowly, surprising her with his collected tone as he thrust his hands into the pockets of his crisp, tan chino pants and strolled past her. Bulma's eyes followed him with curiosity, travelling over his broad back, admiring how the pressed collar of his black and pastel pink bowling shirt exposed the caramel skin of the nape of his neck and made his warm complexion seem even more rich. Vegeta turned, eyeing her suspiciously from his peripheral.
"Are you coming, or what? I need to get out of this stifling place." He said, with a irritated snort. Bulma hung her head and gripped one arm with the other, digging her nails into the soft flesh.
"...I'm sorry for what I did. I don't know, I guess I just didn't want them looking at you like that... it's my fault for misleading you in that way." She said quietly, and shivered. He was silent a moment, then sighed. He wrapped his warm palm around her wrist and removed her nails from her own arm. She felt her skin tingle as Vegeta was running his fingertips gently over the small crescent shapes, checking her for injury. Bulma was too ashamed to look up as he rested the other hand on her back, and gently moved her to walk beside him, taking a long breath as they made their way out of the building.
"I'll have you know, I don't appreciate being called a toad, Woman. Regarding our...indecent actions, if it keeps the other females away, then that's fine by me. I've got ample stress dealing with you as it is. I don't need some brainless whores sniffing around as well. Let's move on from this foolishness." He said, so quickly and quietly that only she heard. Bulma giggled, feeling the weight fall off of her shoulders.
"Oh Vegeta, don't get your hopes up, I don't want to contract your space scabies! That was even more insufferable for me, having to be humiliated all throughout the galaxy by our 'indecent exposure!' Now everyone thinks I'm having sex with a pint-sized monkey with an ego larger than his caffeine-induced princely prick!"
Vegeta covered her mouth halfway through the sentence as he hissed with embarrassment, shoving her out of the building and darting behind a tree.
"Vegeta, what now?!"
"Gods, don't say such vile things, Woman! Weren't you ever given classes on etiquette!?" He whispered sharply, earning them odd glances from the various students walking around the campus.
Bulma giggled, "Nope! But I can be as classy as they come for the right price! I have to say, those are some spiffy duds you've got on! What poor, height-challenged guido did you strip naked?" She chuckled, stroking one finger teasingly down his smooth chest that was exposed by a busted button. Vegeta's skin prickled as she was casually examining the gold horn necklace he was wearing.
"These were exchanged for the lives of some filthy Earthling men, and from what I've seen, they are severely lacking in certain areas. I hope you're not planning on entertaining any of those insufficiently endowed whelps." He spat, his lip curling back with disgust.
Bulma looked up to him, puzzled as she'd been so googly-eyed by the sight of his open shirt, she had missed the boasting middle part of his sentence.
"What are you talking about, Vegeta?! I'm just glad that you didn't kill anyone, making a fair trade is much better than murdering to get what you want, I'm proud of you!" She said, and kissed him on the cheek as a reward.
"I could have easily slaughtered them all, but that would have dirtied my outfit."
Vegeta said with a haughty snort, rubbing the kiss off his cheek violently. Bulma laughed at his remark.
"...That's the best you could find? It's pink!" She giggled, the apples of her cheeks flushing a much prettier shade of pink than his shirt ever could.
"This is all they had that fit." He snapped, he quite liked his outfit. The stripes apparently made him seem taller, according to the brown-nosing weasels that had dressed him. The pink was an odd choice, but they'd informed him that men wore pink on this planet, and that wearing pink only made you more masculine because you weren't afraid to.
Men in pink? How bizarre! He thought, then shook his head. Bulma liked the outfit well enough... and they sort of matched. He didn't know whether or not he approved of this, but perhaps it would only further repel those other female insects away, as it gave an illusion that they were some type of odd pair...?
"Our piss-painted carriage awaits. Let's leave this wretched place before I blow it up." He then turned and walked to the yellow car, with her happily skipping in tow.
"I'm thinking Italian for lunch, what about you? Seeing as you fit the bill, they might mistake you for the mob boss and give us our food for free!" She cackled, unlocking the car.
"I'll eat whatever, Italian, Arlian, Shikkan, Parmessian, Namekian; I don't fucking care I'm starving!"
"Me too! Ohhh, good idea, Vegeta! Chicken parmesan sounds amazing!"
Vegeta raised one eyebrow at her and looked at her as if her brain wasn't screwed in all the way, then relented to question whether or not she had actually ever eaten alien meat. He was growing bemused by the blue-haired women's sharp wit, that nearly matched his; she perhaps didn't grasp his true meanings, but she would learn quickly enough.
Vegeta smirked and closed his eyes, silently listening to her excited chatter, as Bulma's enthusiasm for life had slowly began to return, with the awakening of her intellectual needs sparked by her and Vegeta's pleasantly challenging relationship; although, their fiery passion hadn't nearly even begun to spark.
The sight before him was unlike any bathtub he had been in before, as Gohan happily stripped the last remnants of his shredded gi off and ran to the shore of the isolated spring. The mountain top was chilly, ice melt from the very top fed into the deep hot spring and created billowing clouds of steam.
"Wowiee! This is pretty!" Gohan cheered, looking back to Piccolo, who stood with his back to him.
"I can just hop in, right?" He asked, cocking his head. Piccolo nodded subtly, unmoving. Gohan shifted his feet and twiddled his thumbs, his heart rate increasing. Piccolo sensed the fluctuations in his ki, then looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"What?" He inquired.
Gohan's eyes darted a little, toward the water, then back to Piccolo.
"You don't think... um... There would be monsters in the water..?" He whispered, as if they would burst out just from hearing him.
"What!?" Piccolo sputtered, turning around fully, lifting one brow ridge incredulously.
"Monsters!? ...In a hot spring?!" He almost bellowed, but kept his tone level, in dealing with the fool's child he should have expected as such.
"Well... yeah... daddy and me always took baths together, an' one time we were swimming in the river and a monster bit my tail! But then daddy killed it and we ate it for lunch!" Gohan said, grinning enthusiastically.
"You mean to say my father and I. Speak properly, boy. The monster you speak of was most likely just a fish. There are no fish in this hot spring." He said, with a dismissive shake of his head.
"Okay... will you come with me, Mr. Piccolo? Just so I'm not alone.. ?" Gohan said, with a trembling voice.
Piccolo sighed heavily, shaking his head. He was after all covered in blood and dirt.
"...Fine. But only because I need one as well. You'd be wise to keep your eyes to yourself, brat. You don't need an education on my anatomy." He growled, untying his blue obi and letting his pants drop. His anatomy wasn't too much different from a human male's, he noticed, but as far as he knew, had no use for such vestigial parts besides liquid elimination.
Gohan ran off into the water, happily cheering. Piccolo followed, tossing his gi onto the bank then wading in with his arms crossed.
He'd been kind enough to show the boy his own personal bathing spring, and let him bathe his filthy little body in it. The area where he liked to drink from was at the very top though, where it was ice cold. There was no chance of contamination from here, so he figured it would be fine. He waded in after the child until water was up to his chest, then sat against a rock. Gohan's head popped up and he spit water out of his mouth like a fountain, then shook his head of shaggy hair like a dog. Piccolo guarded his face from the splatter and growled lowly in warning.
He got the child's attention, to his displeasure.
Gohan's large black eyes took in his form, mainly the pink and green skin, and the ribbed texture of it.
"Why are you green?" He asked bluntly, tilting his head. Piccolo exhaled sharply, closing his eyes.
"I could ask you likewise; why are you pale and hairy? Why did you have a tail?"
Gohan balked at the answer, blinking. Then he remembered, "Oh yeah! Because I'm a Saiyan! Well, half-breed..."
"Exactly. Alien. As am I." He answered, and extended one hand to dip a small square of cloth in the water and clean the back of his neck with it.
"But what kind? Don,'t you know the name?"
Piccolo paused, frowning.
"It doesn't matter, I was born on Earth. For whatever reason my ancestors intended on my being here."
Gohan considered this, scratching behind one ear then ducking in the water until he was at eye level with it.
"But what about your mommy and daddy? Don't you want to know where you came from?" He said, through the bubbles.
Piccolo turned his back to him, then there was a splash as he quickly began washing himself.
"Mr. Piccolo...?"
"Start bathing, brat. You're filthy. You shouldn't presume to ask so many bold questions. I don't ask you where you came from." He grumbled, beginning to regret giving into the child's curiosity.
"Oh! I know! I came from my mommy's belly! My daddy planted his seed in her garden and I sprouted up!"
"What!? Spare me the details! Your species is disgusting." Piccolo glared back, his eyes bulging. Gohan only giggled; naively.
"Why don't you have a Lady-Piccolo? And baby Piccolo's? " Gohan asked, and then shivered at the reaction that this question brought on. Piccolo bared his teeth at him and clutched the child's skull with his large hand, dunking his head in the water and pulling him back out.
"JUST. TAKE. A. BATH!!!"
Gohan giggled even harder as Piccolo scrubbed him roughly with the cloth like a dirty dish, snarling all the while.
"You're just like my mommy!" He laughed, remembering how his mommy would scrub him when she got mad at him for splashing water on her. Maybe Mr. Piccolo wasn't so mean after all.
"Heheh! Yeah! Show me those moves, baby!" Master Roshi cackled, squatting down in front of the TV set as his favorite aerobics show was on, with his favorite model that wore an extremely thin pink leotard. Master Roshi got on his side and moved his leg up and down in time with the work out, huffing and drooling all at once. Launch giggled, walking over and dusting around the TV with a feather duster in her French maid costume.
"Do 'ya wanna join me today, Launch? Ya missed the last few, don't wanna get outta shape! I still have your workout costume!" Roshi said from under his rear as he did the leg stretches and stared out at the TV.
"No thank you, Master Roshi. I'm quite tired today from all the tail training Raditz and I did." She said with a sigh, then fanned her face with the feather duster.
"Heheh! Sure, 'tail training!'" He said with a snort, trying to get a peek of her blue tail as she leaned to dust off the entertainment center. Her long blue tail lifted up the layers of lace and black silk to reveal her white garter stockings.
"Eheheh!" Roshi cackled, feeling sweat dripping down his back.
"Don't forget the V-VCR, there, my dear!"
"Oh! That's right, I almost forgot." She said with a sweet giggle, and bent down, not before hearing a garbled squawk coming from the old man as Raditz lifted him by the collar of his shirt and turned him around.
"Just what do you think you're doing, old man...?" He said with a low growl.
"Eh-- I er, uh, er, I was trying to watch my show but she got in the way!" Roshi stuttered, shivering. Raditz looked to the TV and squinted at it, raising one brow in question.
"What are those women doing? Are they trapped...?" He said, setting down Roshi and walking over to knock on the glass.
Launch giggled, "Look, Raditz! This is a Television! You can watch people all around the world through this little screen!" She said sweetly, and turned the knob for him.
"Oh! What amusement!" He awed, leaning and staring at the screen as she changed channels for him.
"What do you want to watch?" She asked, giggling at his interested gaze.
"Hey! My show's on! He can wait his turn!" Roshi grumbled, coming over and brushing himself off as he sat on the couch.
"Oh, nonsense, I'm sure there's something you can both enjoy." She said softly, and stopped it on the wrestling channel.
"Earthlings know how to grapple? Interesting!" Raditz said with a grin, and sat on the couch and watched intently, his eyes following as the men threw each other back and forth across the ring.
"There now, you two relax and behave while I make lunch, ok?" She said, walking over and kissing Raditz's cheek. His eyes didn't leave the TV as blood finally splattered, and he pounded his fist on the small coffee table.
"Kill him! Yes, murder eachother puny humans!" He cackled, thoroughly enjoying the show. Master Roshi crossed his arms and sighed.
"This ain't real fightin'! Martial Arts is real fighting!" He huffed, diverting his gaze from the tempting action on the screen.
"Would you look at that! He hit him with a chair! Break his bones! Yes!! Haha!" Raditz leaned back in the chair and relaxed, watching the show as Master Roshi moved one eye to the screen.
"Hey! It's that one female wrestler! Amazonia!" He said, fresh drool coming down his chin.
"Ugh! She looks like a full-blooded Saiyan female, all that muscle on a woman is unappealing!" Raditz frowned, shaking his head.
"Just you wait! She's got a vendetta against Miss Nancy! They're about to go at it!"
Raditz's eyes widened and he shivered as the woman came out in black ass-less chaps and cracked a whip, her blonde curly hair coming out of her black cowboy hat. He quivered, reminded of blonde Launch.
"I'll punish ya good, watch out! Bad Gal Nancy is here an' I'm fancyin' ta wrangle up some cattle!"
Raditz paled as the blonde cracked her whip and captured the Amazon, making him flinch. He twiddled his thumbs nervously as he watched, suddenly captivated as the women started getting into a cat fight, slapping eachother and brutally throwing eachother to the mat.
"Ain't she just a lil fox! Hehe! I wouldn't mind bein' roped by her!" Roshi said, in a randy voice and licked his lips.
Raditz shook his head, as if revolted.
"How very unladylike of them!" He snorted, turning his face away.
"Oh! There's Man of the Apes! Amazonia is his woman, but she's havin' an affair with Miss Nancy's boyfriend! He's about to give them a poundin!" Roshi said excitedly, and Raditz returned his gaze to the screen as a large man came out hooting and hollering, pounding on his chest and grunting like a primate. Raditz grunted back, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes.
"He's not a Saiyan! He's just a puny Earthling! We don't act like that!" He growled again, baring his teeth as Bad Gal Nancy roped him in and planted a kiss on his cheek, making Amazonia start screaming with rage. Raditz blushed as he watched, his tail shaking and thumping like an angry cat's.
"This is hot! Whoo! Just wait until they start mud wrestling! They're some dirty girls!" Roshi said, shaking Raditz's shoulder and encouraging him to look.
"M-mud wrestling...?" He muttered, biting his lip.
"Hey, Launch!" Roshi called, slinging his arm over Raditz, friendly.
"Can ya' fetch us some beers!"
"Just a minute, Master Roshi! I'm making p-pepper steaks!" Launch hurriedly shouted back, washing her hands quickly.
Roshi's eyes widened as she said the words, a drop of sweat dripping down his temple. She didn't mean peppers, like the vegetable. She meant pepper, the sneeze inducing seasoning. He shivered as Launch came out into the living room, holding a six pack of beer and wiping her forehead with a kitchen towel.
"W-why don't you wear your bunny costume if you're hot, Launch! 'Member, that's why you don't cook in the maid costume!" Roshi suggested politely, taking his beer and sipping carefully.
"Oh! Silly me, I forgot! I'll go run and get changed!" She said, with a nervous giggle and ran upstairs. Raditz narrowed his eyes at Roshi suspiciously and took his can of beer, sniffing it.
"Hehe... just you watch, this is gonna be good..." Roshi said lowly, with a wink.
"What are you plotting, you old letch?"
Roshi cackled, and nudged Raditz's shoulder.
"I ain't blind boy, I know you got the hotsie-totsies for the blondie too, who wouldn't! Sure, ol' blue is sweet, but can you just imagine that little fireball in the sack! Whew! I bet she'd suck ya dry!" He cackled, and Raditz gave him a disgusted expression.
"You keep out of this, I know what I'm doing. She's my female as well. I care for both of them equally." He said, with a snort and gulped his beer.
Launch came back downstairs and ran by them in the skimpy costume, hurrying back into the kitchen before the steaks burnt. Raditz's eyes widened and he was suddenly very interested in her and completely forgot about what was on TV. He got up quickly, walking carefully across the carpet and peeking around the door, his tail twitching excitedly.
"Whoopsie! I forgot the pepper!' She said with a giggle, then there was a loud clatter. "Ahh-chu!"
Raditz cringed back and looked around quickly for something to conceal himself with as blonde Launch quickly took in her surroundings and grumbled.
"What the-- Raditz!!" She snarled, storming into the living room with a loaded machine gun. She saw Roshi sitting on the couch by his lonesome, innocently sipping his beer.
"You got 3 seconds to tell me where he is, ya old fart!" She growled, pointing it between his eyes.
"I dunno nothin', nope! My eyes is bad!" He said, shaking his head. Launch growled and stalked around the room, chuckling maliciously.
There was a small noise from the bathroom, the door slightly ajar as Launch kicked it open. Raditz ducked behind the shower curtain and quivered, the tip of his tail exposed.
"Get outta there, right now ya big pussy cat! I got a score ta' settle with you!"
"Launch-- I- I didn't do anything I promise!"
He stuttered, and there was a dash of black through the living room, then a dash of blonde. Raditz ran and hid behind the couch as Launch flew after him.
"Get outta there, now! Sheesh! You act as if I'm scary or somethin'! I just wanna talk to ya!" She said with a laugh, putting the gun behind her back.
Raditz popped his head up, gulping, then came out.
"O-Of course I'm not frightened, w-why would I be scared of a weak little female?" He said, puffing out his chest and crossing his arms bravely. Launch came forward, tracing one finger down the quivering pectoral muscle of his chest and slowly raising her gun.
"Because... this beautiful little gun here pumps out 500 rounds of ammo a minute..." She said sweetly, and placed the barrel of the gun between his legs.
"Launch, I--I swear, I did nothing uncouth, she-she said yes, so, umm..."
His cheeks reddened and he stepped back a pace, dislodging the barrel from the sensitive area where it had been lodged.
She narrowed her eyes at him, and turned quickly away with a huff. Raditz let out a deep sigh, as did Roshi, as she walked out of the room, sauntering away with the her brown tail swishing, holding their eyes captive.
"See? Told you. The female cares for me too much to actually harm me." Raditz said, plopping back on the couch and laughing.
"I dunno... Normally she shoots first and asks questions later... Eheh... Maybe I'll go see what ol' Ox King is up to--" He gulped as Raditz clutched one hand around his throat.
"You're staying right here, old man... You know better than I do the wrath of this one. Perhaps she will direct it at you instead of myself." He said with a smirk, and set him back down.
They sat in silence as they heard the sounds of steak sizzling and smelled a delightful aroma coming from the kitchen. Raditz sniffed eagerly and began to stand. Roshi yanked him down by his tail and he plopped back into the sofa.
"Don't. Move."
"B-But... It smells good..." Raditz whined, sniffing then licking his lips. Roshi narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"That Launch never cooks... The most I seen her make is baked beans and hotdogs... I hope she doesn't make worse food than blue... " He whispered conspicuously.
"Her cooking is not bad! It's delicious!" He defended, looking at the old man incredulously.
"Oh right, your Goku's brother. I shoulda known, that boy will eat anything. I dunno... just be cautious... She might put razor blades in it." Roshi warned, shaking his head.
"Pah! She would never! Launch is kinder than you think, at times she even surprises me with how much she acts like the other. Those two females are... fascinating." He purred, rubbing his chin with a finger as he recalled the naughty behavior blonde Launch had shown before.
"Hey! You know somethin'! Fess up! What's she do that's freaky? Did you an' her, you know..." Roshi leered, wiggling his eyebrows. Raditz stood up abruptly, brushing himself off as if filthy.
"I won't divulge the private moments I share with my females, just so you can have a new sick fantasy to pleasure yourself to, you wretched filth!" Raditz shuddered, quickly removing himself from the presence of the dirty old man and strolling right into the kitchen.
He looked back at Roshi and smirked, as if to say, just watch this. Master Roshi waved his hands around to try and stop him, but it was too late. Launch was standing by the stove tapping her foot impatiently waiting for the steaks to brown, bending down and checking the biscuits in the oven. Raditz watched her intently, as she wriggled her bottom, poking the biscuits to check for doneness, then, standing and stirring a pot of gravy.
"Mmm, something smells delightful..." Raditz purred, coming up behind her and peeking over her shoulder. Launch jumped a little, laughing nervously as he sniffed the steam over her shoulder.
"W-Well, don't go thinkin' I'm making this just for you! Ever since I became a Saiyan I'm always so freakin' hungry!" She sputtered, flustered by his close proximity. Raditz chuckled softly and slowly moved his hand to graze carefully down her hip, stroking the soft blue stockings she wore.
"Do you remember, the first words you said to me while wearing this same outfit? You were so brave, so beautiful... If it were not for my fool brother, perhaps I would have captured you instead..." He purred, and pulled her hip back to meet with his.
Launch gasped, at a loss for words. Her heart pounded in her chest as she dared to look back at him. His dark eyes were like liquid pools of smoke. She smiled, shaking.
"I--I remember... when you came out of that ship, you were so... " She took an intake of breath, then turned quickly and shut off the oven, whirling around and facing him. Launch stroked her hands up and down his chest and her emerald eyes lit with intensity. Her nails dug into his chest and she growled.
"So sexy, Raditz. Hehe, I wouldn't have shot you, I would have taken you as my hostage..." She chuckled, and pulled the gun out from behind her back and aimed it under his chin. Raditz stood still, blinking down at her.
"Then what, my naughty little vixen?" He purred, disregarding the rifle. Launch paused, clicking on the safety and dropping it to the ground.
"I would have made you beg for mercy..." She said, and Raditz leaned over and placed his hands on the edge of the stove as he pressed her back against the warm oven.
"I would have allowed you to, Launch." He whispered back, and leaned down to brush her lips with his. The soft graze sent tingling sparks through them both, as he brought his face down to her neck and sighed, smelling the delicious aroma of the meat on her skin mixing with her sweet scent. He licked his lips, searching for the sweet taste of her mating mark; his mouth watering. He heard her breathy gasp and smiled into her skin, nuzzling his nose into her hair.
It was not there, not on her throat where he had bitten the other Launch. Raditz pulled back her hair and continued to sniff, as she stood still, quivering at his touch. He parted his lips to trace his tounge on her, his hot breath causing her to flinch back.
"R-Raditz...Don't." Launch whispered with a shaky voice, and he snapped out of his trance, carefully backing away. She turned and started pulling out dishes and plating the food. Raditz watched, puzzled.
"Have I offended you...?" He said, cautiously. Gulping as he watched her pour gravy over the delicious looking meal.
"No, it's not that... I'm just, uhm..." Her husky voice was soft and almost squeaked as she turned around and blushed, handing him the plate and looking down at the floor.
"I guess I just feel-- kinda... jealous of her." She said quietly, then turned back around, her shoulders narrowed as she filled the other plates. Raditz's throat bobbed up and down as he considered her words, not even noticing the curl of steam rising directly beneath his nose.
"You really love her, don't you?" She said softly, then turned and smiled at him. Raditz nodded.
"Ok, then... I'm happy for you two... She deserves a man who treats her right." She said softly, and walked past him with her head lowered, and his gaze followed her, tilting his head. Raditz hesitated to speak as she set the table, with a small strained smile on her face. He tilted his head and felt puzzled by her body language that didn't exactly mirror her words.
"Launch, you're happy? But, you didn't want me to--"
"Sit down and eat before your food gets cold, Raditz. We can talk later." Launch said, and gave him a hard glare. He nodded and set his plate on the table, feeling that strange tugging in his chest once again as he looked down at his food and sighed.
I don't believe that she is truly happy... I wish I could make her smile once again. But how?
Puar felt his tiny little heart wrenched as the red and blue lights washed across the ground, as the ambulance drove away carrying Yamcha. He sobbed and looked up at the violet sky, feeling helpless.
They had told him that he couldn't come because he was an animal, and not his immediate family. But now, as he thought of it, did Yamcha have an immediate family? Puar had travelled with him for so long, since Yamcha was only a small boy, but he had never seen nor heard word of any relatives.
"I have to do something! I can't let him go all alone!" He squeaked, and flew inside to phone Oolong, and perhaps Master Roshi and see if there was anything that they could do.
"Oh god, this is to die for!" Bulma moaned, taking a bite of her chicken parmesan.
"'To die for...?'" Vegeta murmured, suspiciously. He looked down at his food, at the vast array of different human delicacies that Bulma had procured for him. He poked his fork into a large piece of ravioli and was startled when cheese oozed out of it.
"Eat! Come on, mangia, mangia! " Bulma said playfully, then looked over at his plate and stabbed a meatball off one of them and popped it in her mouth.
"Hey!" He growled, but then licked his lips after watching her eat. He felt relief knowing that it wasn't poisoned, so he quickly began forking the food into his mouth, his brows raising when he tasted the many mingled flavors all assailing his taste buds at once. His eyes became glazed over and he grunted as he began to devour everything in radius, his cheeks round as he crammed each new tasty item inside like a squirrel storing nuts away for the winter. Bulma giggled and blotted her mouth politely, taking a sip of wine.
"I'm impressed you know, you're a much neater eater than Goku!" She said with a giggle, recieving only a short grunt from him.
Vegeta swallowed and folded his napkin into a triangle, blotting his cheek with it. He took a sip of water and sighed.
"Of course I'm well mannered, did you think I was a savage?" He said with a small smirk, leaning back in his chair as the waiter came by and took the tower of plates off the table.
"Can we have another round of breadsticks and salad please?" Bulma said, pushing her plate away.
"Salad? Bread? What are you, a herbivore?Fetch us some meat." He said with a snort, entertained by her flushing cheeks.
"Of course, what kind of meat would you prefer, Ms. Briefs?"
"I'll take the lobster. He'll have the same." She said and wiggled her brows at him.
"Just wait till you try this! You'll love it!" She whispered, as the waiter tottered away carefully, balancing all of Vegeta's empty plates.
"You need more nutrients, woman. You're pitifully malnourished, it's no wonder you are always fatigued. We should dine in this way more often. It is a relief to not hear your mother's blabbering as I eat." Vegeta said, lowering his eyes as he sipped his water. He'd forgone drinking wine, he didn't want to have his senses dulled while the woman was partaking in the earthling's version of fermented malt. Bulma frowned at him a moment, feeling slightly offended by his wording, but she tried to take from it what she could.
"So, what you're saying is, you'd be happy to accompany me on another lunch date, Vegeta? How sweet!" She giggled, sipping her wine. She'd had three glasses so far, and her nose was beginning to turn pink at the end where it was flushed from inebriation.
He scoffed, shaking his head.
"Whatever. This food is sub par, on my planet, our feasts were much more grand. A true Saiyan Banquet took days to prepare, and the entire dining hall would be lined with tables of exotic meats, which would have been plundered from multiple planets to sate our nutritional needs." He said, closing his eyes and swirling the water around in the glass.
"Wow! That must have been something! Your planet sounds like it was very beautiful, Vegeta." Bulma said softly, her pinkened cheek squished against her palm as she gazed at him with her blue, watery eyes.
It was. It is no longer, thanks to that spiteful lizard... I'd like to wring that slimy pink throat of his... The only lasting memory of the splendour of my planet is the azure color of the Xenoba blossoms, so much like her hair... Their scent, was much like hers...
He lowered his eyes and stared down at the table, frowning, clutching his glass tighter until small cracks formed in the crystal. Bulma gasped softly and placed her hand over his, stopping him from breaking it.
"Vegeta, please... Tell me about it. I want to know what it was like there, please." She said, and stroked her soft hand across his rough knuckles. He pulled away from her touch, the glass falling to pieces as he did. Bulma pulled back quickly with a small yelp of pain, clutching her wrist.
His head came up quickly, scenting the sharp scent of her blood before it could even surface to her skin. Vegeta quickly took her hand and removed the small shard of glass, planting his mouth on her pink palm and sucking the small tendrils of oozing blood before she could see them and fall faint.
Bulma felt her eyelids flutter as she watched, between the fuzzy faint feeling and her sudden surprise as she gasped at the warmth of his mouth on her, how he closed his eyes and softly rumbled as he tasted her blood.
"Vegeta... ah.." She gasped, as he pulled away and licked, watching to make sure the bleeding had stopped. He quickly took a napkin and wrapped her hand with it, tying it in a small knot.
He exhaled sharply from his nostrils, pulling back with a slightly strained expression.
"You didn't have to do that, Vegeta, I'm ok, really... you shouldn't drink another person's blood, it's dirty." She said, pulling her bandaged hand to her cheek and flushing. He shook his head subtly.
"Your blood is the purest I've ever tasted." He said, and quickly licked his lips. Bulma gulped, feeling a shiver course through her veins.
Saiyan's aren't vampires, are they!? He's certainly got the look, with that widow's peak and those sharp teeth...
Bulma shivered, her eyes widening. He lifted one eyebrow at her odd reaction.
Shouldn't she feel complimented? That I would drink her blood, mingling hers with mine... it's a great honor!
"Ah, here we are. Is everything ok, Ms. Briefs? Is there anything else you need?" The waiter set down the lobster and touched her shoulder softly with his white gloved hand, noticing her startled expression.
"Uh, I-I'm alright, thank you." She stuttered, jumping when there was a low snarl eminating from Vegeta. The waiter quickly pulled away and said his apologies, before running off back to the kitchen. Vegeta watched him with a furrowed brow, red veins had begun to enlarge in the whites of his eyes.
"Is it customary on this planet for males to always paw at you?" He growled, then looked down at the lobster and began tearing its limbs apart and slurping the meat out, cracking its shell violently and tearing out the meat like a rabid animal. His manners had been lost with his rage, as Bulma looked on, feeling a rising heat in her face, her heart rate skyrocketed as she watched him and she felt the need to cross her legs tightly.
"Woman?" He spat, then nudged her food closer to her.
"Eat. Now you surely require sustanence after your injury."
Bulma looked down at her food and gulped, feeling her stomach growling for her favorite delicacy, she nodded, pulling off a piece and dipping it daintily in the butter.
"I-It is not necessary for you to growl anytime a man touches me. You aren't my boyfriend. He was only being polite, it's part of his job." She said in a huff, popping it in her mouth with a small moan.
God was that hot... The lobster I mean...! Why am I turned on by him acting like a total testosterone head!?
Vegeta glared at her with those dark eyes, watching her intently as if he could see right through her facade.
He can't hear my thoughts... can he?!
Bulma made a small squeak and looked away, narrowing her shoulders as she felt his eyes still on her.
"I'm only doing my duty. Any one of these earthling scum could have their way with you before it's your time to bear an heir, and I won't allow it!" He suddenly growled, crushing the lobster shell in his hand.
"What?! You can't tell me who I can sleep with, Vegeta! That's not your job!" She spat in a harsh whisper, feeling embarrassed by his outburst as other diners began to notice them. He pounded one fist on the table and there was a hush of sharp gasps throughout the room. Bulma jumped, her body stiffening. She crossed her arms and growled at him, narrowing her eyes.
"Be quiet! Do you want to get kicked out?!" She seethed, kicking him under the table. Vegeta felt her toe kicking his shin and growled, then stood up quickly and gripped her firmly by the arm, but not enough to cause harm.
"We're leaving, Woman." He hissed in her ear, and Bulma pushed him away, turning as she threw her money on the table.
"You can leave, Vegeta. You've done enough." She said, stubbornly sitting back down to wait for a to go box for her lobster. He stood stiffly, looking around awkwardly at the other patrons. He wanted to storm out but he was hesitant to leave her there.
A much larger employee of the restaurant came out this time, a cook or stock boy by the look of him. He approached Vegeta and eyed him carefully as Bulma paid her bill and boxed up her food, pushing past him and huffing as the man turned and gave him a warning glare. He disregarded the weak human and took off after her, out to the car where she fumbled to get her keys, with a tipsy hiccup.
"You cannot operate a vehicle in your state. I shall fly you home." He said sternly from behind her as he watched her fumbling.
"Don't tell me what to do! You aren't my dad! God!" She said with a dramatic sigh, giggling when she dropped the keys and bent over to fetch them, revealing her lacy panties that were practically transparent. Vegeta quickly moved to conceal her, using his own hips.
Bulma gasped then laughed loudly, sputtering at the ridiculous pose they were in.
"You can't just hump me right here! Everyone will see!"
"That's enough, you're going home and resting. I won't allow you to taken against your will again, unless you want to be witness to a murder."
He said, and hefted her limp form into his arms. He looked at the car and frowned, then picked it up with one hand.
"Omigosh Vegeta!!" She gasped, cringing at the underbelly of the car over her head.
"Don't carry the car! I'll take care of it!" She said with a giggle, and fished her capsules out of her purse, putting her to go box of lobster in one and the car in another. Vegeta watched, in amazement as she caught the little pill shaped containers and put them in her purse.
"Ok. Les' go home." She said, slurring, and rested her head on his shoulder. Vegeta shook his head and scoffed, then rose up into the air carefully as not to jostle the contents of her stomach.
"You'd be wise not to become so inebriated in public next time, Woman." He snapped, hefting her up again and she flopped around and giggled.
"Awwh, Vegeta!" She placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek and hiccuped, as he pulled away and wiped it, scowling.
"You're just a big ol' softie!" She giggled, and wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes.
"I am not soft. Retract that statement, NOW!" He snapped, then paused when her heard her breaths deepen and she began to snore softly.
He shook his head and softened his grip on her to carry her more safely, pulling her to his chest and wrapping his tail around her.
"Such a childish female...I may as well carry you like one." He said, looking down, his tail wrapped around her waist squirmed against her back and curled as he flew, searching for a place to coil around. It gave up its mindless searching and curled into a ball at the end, as Vegeta could only stare down and gaze at the small female cradled to his chest.
Raditz looked down at his plate and gulped, as Master Roshi's eyes darted at his, nudging him and mouthing the words:
'Razor Blades...'
The old man poked at his food cautiously, searching it for tiny pieces of metal, or some type of inconsistency that would show it was poisonous. Raditz looked to Launch as she sat staring down at her food and sighed, playing with the mashed potatoes, swirling around the gravy and butter, then popping it in her mouth.
He didn't hesitate after that, he picked his steak up with his fork and took a large bite out of it, to Master Roshi's surprise. When he chewed into the meat, his eyes rolled back and he groaned aloud from the flavor of the meat. Launch's head popped up and she looked to him with a frightened expression, as if she were expecting him to be revolted by her cooking.
Raditz purred obnoxiously loud and took another bite, sounding like a lion ripping apart a deer carcass with the fervor he was devouring it with, passionately licking his lips and gulping it down until his eyes glazed over with sheer delight and he was scooping food in his mouth at a rapid pace.
Master Roshi watched Raditz carefully, then decided that it was safe as well and began gorging himself. What followed was an almost violent assault on the food before them, and the remaining food on the stove until Launch and Raditz were fighting over who got to lick the skillet.
He finally released it, feeling perhaps it would be more gentlemanly to allow the lady to lick the skillet, after all she had cooked it. He licked the back of his hand and cleaned his cheeks as she cleaned the skillet with her tongue and Master Roshi stood staring at the both of them with a puzzled expression. The both of them realized how they were acting and quickly straightened up, as Launch went to fill the sink with warm water to wash the dishes, Raditz bumped into her as he went to rinse off his plate.
They both looked to eachother and backed away.
"Uh, s'cuse me! Hehe!" Launch giggled, and Raditz backed off, carefully setting his plate down then gathering the dishes for her.
He smiled as she took them from him and began washing them, his tail wriggling behind his back as he darted to the other side curiously, watching her stack the soapy dishes on the other side.
She turned on the water and began to rinse the dishes, then set them on the drying rack. "Wait. Let me." He said gently, following her example by rinsing a plate, and setting it carefully on the dish rack, then he turned back to look at her, smiling. There was a chuckle from behind them as Roshi left the room, shaking his head to go relax on the couch.
Perhaps that boy does know how to win a lady's heart...
"Thanks, you don't have to help, ya' know." Launch said, diverting her eyes from him as she washed the pot in circular motions.
"Of course, why shouldn't I? I ate it as well." Raditz said simply, setting each dish down carefully as not to break them. He gave her a sideways glance and mused in his throat about how to tell her what he wanted to say without offending blue haired Launch.
Her cooking is the best thing I've ever tasted, besides Launch's breakfast. Perhaps even better... but I don't want to hurt Little Launch's feelings if she can hear me...
Launch noticed his glance and gulped, she couldn't help but wonder if he really liked her cooking, or if all that purring was just to cover up how bad it tasted. It tasted good to her, but she didn't know if he felt the same.
"I s'pose this kinda stuff really is better left to the other me. I'm no good at being a lady. I normally just eat cup o' noodles and hot dogs for dinner." She said with a self-deprecating snort, and shrugged.
Raditz frowned, shaking his head.
"What do you mean? You are a fine female, you cook very well... I would even say, I believe that you have a shared ability with Little Launch, perhaps you share more aspects than you know." He said softly, and took the pot from her, rinsing it under the water.
"You...you think so? " Launch paused, holding a dish in mid air. He nodded, and gave her a rare toothy grin.
"You satisfied my appetite. Although, I'd like to try your other cooking, the cup o' noodles and hot dogs sounds intriguing." He said, not understanding the difference between junk food and regular food.
Launch laughed sheepishly, scrubbing the last dish off quickly.
"Nah, you dont want those, goofball." She said with a shake of her head and pulled the drain plug, washing her hands as he put the last dish away.
"Why not? If it's as good as steak, then I'll try it. I've eaten all kinds of strange things in my life, nothing you cook could bother my stomach. Besides, now that you're a Saiyan, you will need more nutrients. Perhaps I could learn how to use the kitchen to cook." He said with curiosity, crossing his arms and looking genuinely interested.
Launch chuckled, and softly batted him on his shoulder.
"Now you're just pullin' my tail. You? A manly man, wearin' a little apron, flippin' pancakes?" She laughed aloud at that image, then squeaked out loud when he tugged on her tail playfully with his, looping it around and curling it as she whirled around.
"Eeep! Raditz!" She covered her mouth as her voice came out oddly mouse-like.
"D-D-don't touch your tail with mine! That's pervy!" She exclaimed, trying to wriggle hers away and blushing. He simply wrapped his around like a corkscrew and chuckled.
"No, it's not perverse. Even children tail wrap. It's your reaction that's deviant..." He snickered, and began twisting his around. She let out a yelp and pulled hers free quickly, panting as she backed away into the wall. Her tail frizzled up and twitched along her back like a frightened cat as he continued to advance on her.
"Come now, I was only doing what you suggested... aren't you the coy one?" He murmured, lifting her chin with one finger. Launch shivered as he lowered his face to hers, then unexpectedly bit his finger and made him jump back with shock.
"Watch it, pal! I bite!" She growled, then turned tail and went storming upstairs.
Raditz stood stiffly, his tail just as fluffed as hers was as he nursed his hurt finger.
"Ha! She gotcha! I knew it!" Master Roshi cackled, patting Raditz on the back so surprisingly hard he jumped.
"You lasted a good while, but I think she got suspicious when you said you wanted to learn how to cook. That was a rookie mistake, my boy." He said with a snort, and Raditz turned to him and frowned, scratching the back of his head absentmindedly.
"But I do want to learn how to cook..." He started, then was hushed quickly by Roshi holding one finger to his teeth as he hissed.
"Sssshhhh!! Don't you ever say things like that boy, she'll have you waitin' hand an' foot on her, she ain't gonna be jumpin' no nanny boy's bones!" Roshi shook his head shamefully, then took Raditz by the arm and practically dragged him back to his man cave where all his nudie magazines and beer bottles lied about haphazardly.
"What's this... a den?" Raditz snorted, offended by the scent in the room.
"Shh! Launch doesn't know about this room. Come and have a seat, my boy."
He walked over and patted the sticky leather seat of a lazy boy reclining couch, and Raditz hesitantly followed, sitting gingerly on the arm rest. He saw the nudie magazines lying wide open on the coffee table and knew better.
"Now, you're a big, buff manly man, aincha?" Roshi said, with a growl for emphasis. Raditz looked down at himself and shrugged.
"I guess so."
"Well, start actin' like it! This Launch is into that kinda thing, I'm tellin' ya! The other one's got ya all softened up like a big ol' kitten! You gotta show her the goods! Get er' all riled up by your sweaty muscles! She used to love watchin' Tien work out, that's what started the whole thing! But he was too chicken to take control sooner, you can't make that mistake!"
Raditz nodded, connecting the dots from before. "That's true, she did seem to be oddly interested before..."
"See! Now are you a man or a puddy cat!?" Roshi demanded, shaking his fist for emphasis.
"I'm a man!"
"Are you gonna let that lil girl bite ya and get away with it?!" He screamed now, shaking Raditz by his shoulders.
"NO!" He growled, standing and bristling from head to toe, snarling.
"Ok! Go! Go!" Roshi cheered, pushing Raditz firmly out the door and following, as Raditz stumbled out and looked around for Launch nervously.
Roshi shoved him harder until he was upstairs and Raditz burst through the bedroom door, nearly tearing it off the hinges.
"GRRRROWWL!"
"YOU PERVERT!"
--CRACK!--
Raditz went tumbling backwards down the stairs, then the door slammed loudly.
"Can't... breathe...need.. air!" Master Roshi squeaked from beneath Raditz, and he got up, rubbing his cheek dazedly where she had slapped him.
"Well??" Roshi asked after a moment, once he could breathe normally.
"She-she-she was..." Raditz stuttered, his eyes widening as his jaw started to quiver uncontrollably.
"Naked?!" Roshi's nose suddenly spurted blood, and Raditz pushed him away, shaking his head.
"I-I should have knocked first!" His eyes grew large and apologetic, then he turned to go back upstairs, but was stopped by a hard tug on his tail.
"No! That's what she's expectin'! She's probably waitin' with a shotgun!"
He paused, weighing his options.
"...What should I do now?"
"Ignore her! Act like ya' didn't even give a shit she was naked, that'll get her goin'!"
Raditz frowned, with a deep whine.
"Ignore her...? But I don't want to do that... I want to be with her now."
Roshi shook his head and pulled Raditz away, and shoved him out the door.
They both came outside and Raditz looked around with confusion. Master Roshi was trying to heave two large turtle shells over, panting and grunting as he did. Raditz walked over and picked them up easily, moving them to test their weight. "Hmm."
"Each one of these babies weighs 300 pounds! Filled right to the brim with concrete! You get lifting these, until ya get a nice sweat worked up!" Roshi said, patting him with encouragement.
"Oh, and take your pants off too! Show'er the goods!"
"But, I'm naked under here..." Raditz looked down at his jeans and blushed.
"Just a minute, I got somethin' you can wear!" He said, running back inside.
"Uh, ok..." Raditz said, and walked over to an open area and began lifting the turtle shells like weights.
What a strange old man... I suppose I appreciate his help, but I'm not certain that this will work on Launch...