"Bulma? Vegeta? What are you two doing in here?" Mrs. Briefs asked, pulling the door open to the laundry room. Bulma was leaning against the wall, still sitting on the dryer, vegeta sitting on the washer, his tail still securely around Bulma's waist.
Vegeta awoke with a start, quickly giving his tail a quick tug, telling it to get off Bulma. Bulma closely followed his wake, sitting up more and rubbing her eyes.
"mom! so glad you came down here-me and Vegeta got locked down here...sort of an issue you know.." she mumbled sleepily, stretching her arms and legs.
"Well, you can come out now!" Mrs. brief said cheerfully, and then went back upstairs. Vegeta looked to bulma, then leaned in for a kiss. Bulma leaned in too, and they whacked noses.
"Ow!"
"Shit!"
"Lets try that again. You stay still, I'll do the moving" Bulma instructed. Vegeta glared at her, but his expression didnt last long once Bulma was kissing him. She crawled up on him and straddled his hips, arms thrown casually over his shoulders. Vegeta's hands rested on her waist, and his tail flicked crazily back and forth, loving the tingles Bulma was sending down the saiyan's spine. Bulma ended the kiss, then hopped down from the dryer.
"Woman...hold up" Vegeta said, touching her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention.
"Yeah?"
"Can you...sort of...keep this between you and me?" Vegeta requested, a worried look on his face. Bulma understood.
"yeah, sure. not a problem......" her thoughts began to trail into....Yamucha.
"oh my God what have I done"
"what? What do you mean?" Vegeta asked.
"yamucha"
"shit"
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BUNCH OF BORING STUFF THAT I DON'T WANNA WRITE! Lets just assume bulma broke up with yamucha ok? Its too boring to write about.
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Meanwhile, Bulma and vegeta are dating, but they don't want anybody to know. one day, they are eating with Bulma's parents, and Vegeta decides to be a little mischievous.
Mrs. Briefs set the table, 4 spots. Bulma came into the room, sniffing the air.
"Hey mom, what are you doing?"
"Well I figured you and Vegeta could join your father and I for dinner!" Mrs brief giggled.
"oh...ok, I guess Vegeta would do that...i hope you made enough food!"Bulma warned, going upstairs to tell vegeta.
"what I dont wanna!" Vegeta protested, sitting down on his bed. Bulma sat on his lap and trailed her fingers down his face, giving her puppy dog eyes.
"oh I know you don't, poor thing…being made to eat with civilized beings....its such a tragedy..."
"ok ok I get your point woman!" Vegeta grumbled, laying his head on her shoulder.
"So you'll come down?"
"Yes, fine, but woman, you are going to pay for this" Vegeta threatened.
'Yeah yeah, ok ok, whatever you say!" Bulma winked at him, then bounded out of his room. Vegeta smirked, already plotting.
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"Hey dad, pass the peas" Bulma requested. They sat at the round dinner table, Vegeta across from her, and her parents at either ends of the table.
"Sure" Dr. Briefs said, handing her the bowl. Bulma dished herself up, then glanced across at Vegeta, who was inhaling his food.
'vegeta...slow down. You might actually taste some of that" Bulma joked.
Vegeta looked up at her, and glared.
"oh vegeta, your so handsome!" Mrs. Breif giggled randomly. Dr. Brief just ate. Bulma was cutting some more steak when she felt something on her ankle, rubbing against it. She knew right then it was Vegeta's foot. It slid up her ankle to her leg, rubbing up and down slowly. Bulma squirmed in her chair, pulling her legs back. She glared at Vegeta, who just smirked at her. he didn't attempt to do it for a few minutes, so Bulma put her legs back in the position they were in before, hoping vegeta wouldn't notice. Unfortunately for her, he did. He ran his foot up her leg, circling it and going all the way up to her calf before descending to her toes again. This was driving Bulma crazy. Vegeta chuckled lightly at her irritated expression, and shoved more food in his mouth.
*pay back* Bulma thought wickedly, scooting her chair back.
'I think I am going to get out that cherry pie for desert" She announced to her parents. she went to Vegeta's side of the table, and put her head really close to his ear.
"Would you-" she started. She reached down to the back of the open-backed chair, and started rubbing the coarse fur of his tail the wrong way, and it was near the start of his tail, and Bulma had learned that it aroused him greatly.
"like some?" she finished, grinning evilly, rubbing the fur even harder. Vegeta jolted forward in his chair, gripping the table hard. he gasped for breath, his eyes dilating as bulma continued her assault. mrs. brief and dr. brief had no idea as to what Bulma was doing, and remained oblivious. Bulma giggled, stopped screwing with his tail, and wandered into the kitchen.
"i'll take that as a yes Vegeta!" she called, laughing. Vegeta regained his composure, slammed his chair back, and stomped into the kitchen, tail flicking agitatedly behind him. He calmly shut the kitchen door behind him, and shoved Bulma against the wall.
"you are playing a very dangerous game, woman" he growled at her. Bulma just stood there.
"What are you going to do....kill me?" she teased, a smile dancing in her eyes. Vegeta growled at her, then kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with his heated tongue. Bulma kissed him back desperately, wanting to savour the taste of him. Vegeta slid his hands up her shirt, feeling her smooth bare back. Bulma held his face in her hands, never wanting to let him go. Mrs. brief and dr. brief creaked open the door upon hearing all the commotion coming from that area of the house.
"I think they like each other!" Mrs. brief giggled. Dr. Brief wondered if he somehow managed to switch his wife's brain with a turtle during one of his experiments that had malfunctioned.
