A/N: Ahh! First off, I want to thank everyone for reviewing my lil fic! *gives kisses* mwuah! mwuah! Thank you! Thank you! Oh, and I'm really, really, really, really, REALLY sorry that I didn't get this chapter out sooner, but I've been having a bit of writer's block on how to go from the previous chapter to this. So, eh, we'll see where it goes.
Disclaimer: Oh, you guys know this by now. Anywho, this fic is rated R for language, mild violence and slight sexual suggestions. (Geez, I sound like a movie preview, don't I?) However, there will come a point where plain out sex will happen. I'm just not sure if I should write out the lemon or not. So tell me what your opinions are on that matter? Should there be a lemon? Or not? So review, review and what else? Review!
And now, onto the story
P.S. If you haven't figured out by now (' ') means thoughts. Oh, and ( _________ ) mean flashbacks
Okay, now really, onto the story
CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF……
"FUCK!!!!!"
Bulma cried out, singing her hand on the wire she was working on. She brought her throbbing hand to her mouth, sucking on her wound. She had been working on the gravity room for over 3 hours now, and she wasn't getting anywhere. Normally, such a simple task of reconstructing the control panel wires would have taken Bulma around an hours time of work. But since the little episode with Vejiita, she was finding it extremely hard to concentrate.
She dropped her hand from her mouth, still throbbing, and stared at it. 'This day has just gone from bad to worse, and all because of that no-good, stupid…….'
"No," The blue-haired human spoke aloud, "I am not going to start thinking about that again. Which, in turn, brought the memories of the previous events right back up.
"ARGH!" She shouted, "This is insane! I shouldn't let just one little scare from the monkey boy get to me this badly!"
'Oh, but it should' A voice inside her mind spoke, 'You could have been rapped by Vejiita and there would have been nothing there to stop him.'
"He wouldn't do that," The ningen answered back, "He has to much……pride, um, err, and honor!" She sighed, "And why the bloody hell am I trying to make up excuses for him?"
'Do you really wanna know?
Exasperated, Bulma answered back, "Sure, voice, why not? Why don't you—my subconscious, enlighten your—er myself, please."
'Because you would have enjoyed it, if he had fucked you.'
"WHAT!?!" Bulma's eyes shot wide open, "You know, even for me that's a bit vulgar. And he was going to RAPE me! That's entirely different!"
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He chuckled as he sniffed the air and then grinned. He lightly squeezed her breast, causing the fair skinned to whimper and tremble in fear.
He whispered again, "It's only rape if the person is unwilling."
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Bulma gasped, shocked at the memory.
'Yes, see? Now you remember?'
Bulma fumed, "And if you remember correctly, I wasn't the least bit turned on or whatever! For God's sake, I was terrified enough to shit myself, but then I was too scared to even move!"
She heard a chuckling, "Shut up!!"
'Suit yourself. But—"
"Just shut up and leave me alone!!! ARGH!" Bulma cried out, "This is upsetting, I'm arguing with MYSELF. That and I'm hearing voices that don't exist!!!"
The voice huffed, 'Fine, but before I go, how about I leave you with one other flashback? No? Oh, too late.'
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"Bulma, you have got to be bloody jostling me! Even after you told her you were straight and had a boyfriend, she still fancied you!! Oh that is rich!" Ruthie richly laughed as Bulma chuckled along. Ruthie was one of Bulma's few closest friends, and British to boot, (which was one of the qualities Bulma simply adored about her. Just something about her accent seemed to liven things up anywhere she would go).
"Well, it still was embarrassing. I mean, it would have been much easier to get ride of a guy, but a woman!! I was shocked I didn't really know what too do—"
"Was she pissed?" Ruthie asked.
"What?"
Ruthie sighed, "How many times do I have to go through with this, pissed is the equivalent as drunk, which is the same as—"
"I know, I know!" Bulma, cut her off, "That's not what I was referring to. She was drunk, yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, then that's the reason."
"That she came onto me?"
"NO!" Ruthie shook her head at Bulma's naïve bewilderment.
"That's the reason why she kept pressuring you. If she had been sober, she would have walked away as soon as you told her you were straight. Contrary to popular belief, homosexuals aren't deranged psychos looking to make straight people gay."
Bulma flushed, "You know I don't think that of homosexuals. I was just a little bit flustered by her come-ons. It's not every day you having someone calling you a sexy bitch."
Ruthie opened her mouth to speak, stopped, and stared ahead, "And speaking of sexy bitches….."
Bulma followed Ruthie's stare to the kitchen door. There, walking through, towards the cupboards, was none-other than the prince of saiya-jinns, Vejiita. With his corded muscles gleaming with sweat, his dark menacing glare, and the brooding chisel of his jaw, it was easy to see why Ruthie would refer to him as a "sexy bitch".
However, Bulma, was blind.
She turned back to her English companion, "Ruthie, no, you have got to be kidding me!"
With her eyes still glued to the prince, Ruthie continued her conversation with her Japanese mate, "Oh, come on, B! He's a God! I mean just look at him!"
Vejiita slightly inclined an ear, announcing his listening of the conversation, as he piled food upon food on his many plates.
"Ruthie!!" She whispered harshly, "First off, he can probably hear everything spoken even if I do whisper, but secondly, I have looked at him, considering he lives with me, and there's nothing to stare at.
Ruthie turned her gaze to gape at Bulma, "You cannot be bloody serious!?"
Bulma nodded.
"Bulma, take a look at him! Look, now!" Bulma complied, sighing as she turned to quickly glance at the saiya-jinn.
"There, happy? I looked and my answer is still the same."
Vejiita snorted, 'Pathetic, that's what they are. They speak as if I'm not hear, let alone cannot hear their mindless chatter. Pathetic, ningen females.' He reached over to grab a glass.
"Bulma you cannot be serious! He is like a Greek god! No, scratch that, he IS a Greek god!"
"Got that right," Bulma heard Vejiita mutter, as he filled his glass with water. He turned to watch the two females, smirking as he royally sipped her drink…that is, after having chugged 20 glasses previously.
Ruthie stared at Bulma, then smirked, eerily close enough to Vejiita's.
"Oh, I get it." Vejiita took a sip.
"Get what?" Bulma asked as she raise her own glass of water to her lips to take a drink.
"You guys fucked each other, didn't you?
"SPfftthh!!!"
"SPfftthh!!!"
"Ewwww, gross!" Wailed Ruthie, "I already had a shower this morning!" She grumpled as she tried to wring at her sopping clothes.
"WHAT!?!?!" Both the human and the saiya-jinn shouted.
"Me? Sleep with him?"
"Me, disgrace myself to bed with the harpy?"
The two glared at each other, as Ruthie composed herself, "What?" She asked Bulma, "The thought never crossed your mind?"
"No!" Bulma flushed, "Never! That's disgusting thinking of me sleeping with him!"
Vejiita snorted, "First off, it would be considered an honor to grace my bedchambers, woman. Second, I would never consider a weakling like you unless I was very, very, how you put it woman, "he pointed to Ruthie, "Pissed." And with that, he left the room, muttering under his breath about woman and their petty gossip.
As soon as he was out of eyesight, Ruthie started up again, "Well…..?"
Bulma glared at her, "Well, what?"
Ruthie grinned, "If you haven't 'done the deed' then you've at least thought about it, right?
Bulma flushed a scarlet, "No."
"Hah! I knew it! You have!
Bulma's face turned three darker shades of red, and then some more, if that were even possible, "No! No, I haven't!"
"Oooh," Ruthie squealed, "And he looks like he'd be a good on in the hay too!" Bulma flushed even more as she hid behind her hands.
"Shut up. Ruthie! Besides, I already have a boyfriend, AND I'm not going to 'do the deed' until I'm good and married."
Ruthie smirked, "But you do admit, he looks like he'd be great in bed, huh?" Bulma muttered something.
"What was that? I can't hear you."
"Alright!" Bulma pulled her hands away, glaring at Ruthie, "I admit it, I think he'd be great in bed."
"Hah-HAH! I knew it! So just get him in bed!"
"Ruthie….."
"I know, I know, the whole, marriage thing. Well, here's a solution."
Bulma slumped down further in her chair, defeated, "And what would that be?"
"Simple," Said Ruthie, "Get him plastered to the point of convincing him to marry you and then get him in the sack. If he's good, keep 'em, if not, file for a divorce."
Bulma just stared at Ruthie, who was sitting there pleased with herself, as if she had sprouted wings, horns, and a tail.
"Ruthie, even if I were to do something like that, which I wouldn't because I am nothing like that, I do not think I could get that man drunk."
Ruthie smirked, "Hey, everyone has their limitations."
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Bulma gasped in shock as she heard giggling laughter fade away in her mind. But before she could further investigate why her mind chose to bring that memory back, a voice broke through her thoughts.
"WOMAN!"
'Shimmata, not now. I am in no mood for this whatsoever.'
She whirled around to find the saiya-jinn standing at the door.
"It appears you humans are not only incompetent, but slow as well. I thought I specifically asked for this to be done by mid-afternoon."
"Look Vejiita—" She, began.
"Or do you want another repeat of this morning?"
Bulma stopped, that was a low blow. And it hurt, a lot. She was tired, hungry, and cranky, and it was all because of him.
"Fine, look, your Highness," Bulma gritted her teeth in agitation. If sucking up would allow her more time, then
that's what she'd do.
"I need only 1 hours time, at most, and then your gravity room will be finished." She glared at Vejiita, daring him to do something.
He shrugged, "Fine, since I am feeling gracious, I will grant you that amount of time. But, "He warned," If it is not finished by then do not think that I will not be back here to finish the job from where I left off at this morning."
Bulma shuddered in remembrance, "Fine, just leave me be and it will be done in 1 hour."
"Good, "He nodded," See you in one hour." And he was gone, just like that.
Bulma sighed in relief, but her mood quickly changed.
'That's it!!! I have had it! I am sick and tired of bowing down in fear to this monkey!! But how the hell can I get him to see that I am not somebody to be toyed with?'
She sat on the ground, and thought…..and thought….and thought….already five minutes had passed when.
"Fuck a hairy duck!!!!!!" She shouted in excitement, as she bounded to her feet.
"I know just what to do!" She chuckled evilly, braking out into an demonic grin. Had she had a mirror, she would have noticed she looked like the mirror image of Vejiita. But that wouldn't have been important to her at that moment.
She continued to chuckle fiendishly as her hands grabbed the wires she had been previously working on.
"Let's see vegetable breath threaten me again after he gets a load of this!!"
A/N: Uh-oh, what is our dear Bulma up to? Find out next time! Oh, and please please please review! And please please please help me with the stupid italics and bolds and what not! I still can figure out how to make it work from Microsoft Word, to ff.net!!! Thanks all!!