Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. If I did, I'd…um…well…I don't know what I'd do, but I'd do something. I also don't make money from this fic. If I did, then I wouldn't have tried to get the comic dealer to go down in price for the set of DBZ playing cards today.
Last time: A wicked kool dream
This time: ^_^
Bulma successfully avoided Vegeta after the dream, and for the next few nights did not have any recurrences of it. Somehow, even though she was single again, the thought of his hands on her body was just…disturbing. Not that he wasn't good looking. After all, what woman couldn't resist the jet-black hair that always seemed to be a mess, intense black eyes, perfect tan, and features that seemed almost chiseled from stone. Stone…just like his heart. But stone put in the summer sun gets REALLY hot! Bulma balked at the logic. Was she turning into her mother, who gave Vegeta's bum an appreciative glance when he walked by? A very flat, toned bum…Bulma thought to herself before mentally kicking herself. Why was it that she was just now noticing Vegeta's looks? She had always been attracted to Bad Boys, Yamcha and that Red Ribbon dude to name a couple, but Vegeta? The idea was ridiculous. If it didn't just feel so comfortable… This time she slapped herself for real, then forced her to concentrate. Stupid dream…it's getting to my head. Vegeta was totally different than those other guys. Yamcha and the Red Ribbon guy had both tried to kill Goku, but Vegeta had tried to kill Goku AND everyone else on earth. She scratched her head, and realized that it was rather pathetic to be attracted to her best friend's would-be-assassins. Maybe she should let the girl at the front desk let her suitors access again. No…they'd just be after her money…IDEA! Bulma smiled as she sat back on the couch. I'll go where no one knows me…heh heh. Bulma, you ARE a GENIOUS! She got up and ran up the stairs to get ready. Tonight Bulma Briefs was going to go clubbin' with a vengeance. What would an acceptable goal be? 10? 20? Nope, no stopping until 30 numbers were in her black book. Which is empty right now… She laughed. That'll change soon.
From his room, Vegeta could hear Bulma's laugh as she ascended the stairs. What is she up to? He had heard that laugh before. When he was twelve, his roommate had laughed like that before committing suicide. Better keep an eye on her. If she does away with herself, who will fix the gravity room? Or argue with me? He had to admit it was fun to make her throw things. It was a battle, and he had to win it without physical strength. A challenge worthy of his status, and he liked the way she looked when she was ticked. Her face screwed up and it made it easier to make fun of her looks than it was when she was calm and she looked so gorgeous. Wait a sec…did I just think that? Vegeta-sei to Vegeta, do you read? A low-class human…er…high-class, but human none the less, has no right to you. Besides, he thought thinking back to the movie he saw on TMT the other night, what was it? Oh, yeah, Rocky…"Women weaken knees!" He chuckled and opened his window, levitating down to a tree branch, where he could see Bulma…changing clothes. However, being Saiyajin as he was, her nudity didn't really bug him. He watched the expression in her eyes, you could always tell the crazy ones by the eyes…
