WARNING! This chapter contains some citrus toward the end, so for god sakes if you have any sort
of common sense you'll stay away from my sorry attempt at making something romantic. LOL,
some tips on lemon writing would be nice…anyway, I had this sudden urge to write the next few
chapters here at my sister's house…I'm having a lot of fun, BTW. We went to the movies (Atlantis
sucks!), we rented a bunch of anime videos and have been watching them for the past 3 days, Plus I
get to help her cook and bake and stuff…I love my sister. She's so cool! And of course there's
nothing like getting away from your house for two weeks to get the creative juices flowing. Ya
know, I honestly think being cooped up in the house puts a damper on my imagination. But anyway,
enjoy the new chapter peoples!
That Saturday, all the Z senshi gathered at the Briefs' house for a picnic. Even Tien and Piccolo had
been found and dragged there, although Piccolo preferred to meditate under the shade of an oak tree.
"Goku-sa, did you bring out the potato salad like I asked?"
"Um..yes?" Goku said, wiping some potato from his mouth.
"Hm…" She said and went off to inspect the damage to her salad.
"I didn't eat that much…only half the bowl. I hope Chi-Chi doesn't get too upset."
"Kakkarot, who ARE you talking to?"
Goku glanced over his shoulder and grinned.
"Oi, Vegeta-san! Long time no see! Have you and Bulma been getting along with your training?"
"Hmph. That's none of your concern Kakkarot. I'm just here because that damn woman promised to
upgrade the gravitron if I came, and if it means getting better than you than I'll suffer through
anything."
"You know Vegeta, this obsession you have with beating me is very unhealthy, not to mention
unlikely. Have you thought of seeing a psychiatrist?"
He laughed as Vegeta fumed, his cheeks turning slightly pink at his annoyance.
"First of all kakkarot, I'm surprised you even know what a psychiatrist IS. And second of all, I
WILL defeat you. It's just a matter of time."
"Sure Vegeta…another lifetime."
Satisfied with his own taunting of his rival, Goku turned to go…and promptly tripped and fell on a
rake.
Vegeta burst out laughing. "That, Kakkarot, needs no commentary."
Blushing Goku dusted himself off and jogged over to the table.
"Ready to eat everybody?" Bulma called.
Everyone sat down and grabbing plates began to heap food onto them. Chi-Chi tried to grab the last
rib from Goku, but sensing her advance he reached down to snap it uo, only to be in turned stopped
by Bulma, who reached across and grabbed it with such speed that even he had minor difficulty
following.
"Wow Bulma, I'm impressed. You've really improved."
She raised an eyebrow. "Improved in what Goku?" A few curious eyes looked up from their plates
to await Goku's answer.
"Oh nothing really. I just noticed that you look a little stronger, that's all. Have you been working
out?"
She giggled and chomped down on the rib.
******************
After dinner, nothing very eventful happened. The woman sat and chattered on endlessly about all
kinds of things, while the men either played cards or sat on the porch drinking beer and talking.
Vegeta was part of the first group, and doing a pretty damn good job of it.
"Looks like I win again." He said smirking. The others groaned and reluctantly shelled out tens and
twenties, putting them on Vegeta's already growing pile.
"Let me see…so that makes a hundred and fifty dollars I've gotten from you. Anyone want to play
again?"
"Forget it you guys, I fold. I've already lost all the money I came here with. Come on Marron."
"But kuririn, does that mean we can't go see a movie like you promised?"
"Ack! I forgot about that. I could always go to an ATM and get some more."
"Oh just forget it." She snapped, and wordlessly she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to
his car.
"Poor guy," Yamcha sighed. "He's henpecked and he's not even married yet."
Tien chuckled and shuffled the deck. "So wadda you say guys? One more round?"
"Not me." Vegeta muttered, grabbing the money and stuffing it into his pocket. "You people bore
me. I'm going to go out on the porch with Kakkarot."
He disappeared out the kitchen door.
Tien shook his head and dealt the cards. "I don't know what his problem is, but he sure has it out for
Goku doesn't he?"
"Yeah…hey, more cards over here! I can kick your ass in gin rummy!"
Tien rolled his eyes and dealt the appropriate amount of cards.
********************
"Nice moon, isn't it Vegeta?"
"Hn? Yeah, I guess."
Both men had settled into wicker chairs placed on the porch, a cooler of beer between them. Goku
sipped his beer thoughtfully and raising a hand waved it out into the sky.
"Hey Vegeta, what's out there? I mean, I know there are nameks and ice-jins and yadraks and
stuff…but what else?"
Vegeta shrugged. "Lots of people, believe me. More than you'll ever know about. For example,
there are all the people on Heishing (Kinda sounds like the planet from Outlaw star, I know…)"
"Heishing?"
"Yeah. It's a long way from here; given the current speed of a ship I'd say about a week's journey.
It's kind of like the main planet of all its surrounding star systems. People gain access to the system
via the Check in station, and from there onto the planet. I spent a few months there when I was
fifteen or so. Nice place; it's a big mixing pot of races like earth is, so the culture was pretty diverse.
I went there for the food."
"Wow…it must be so cool to be able to travel like that! I wish I'd remembered at least something
from my past. Not enough to change the way I am, but enough so that I could
remember…anything."
Vegeta snorted. " No one told you to bonk your head you know. If you really cared so much you
could just use the dragonballs and wish your stupid memory back."
"But I don't want it back! Even though they are my race, Saiyans did terrible things! I wouldn't
want to remember how to be a killing a machine. I don't like killing things you know; it's the worst
part of the battle."
"But don't you enjoy the feeling of victory over your opponents? What's the point in fighting if you
get no joy from winning?"
"Oh sure, it's great to win…but its more about being able to stretch your abilities to limit, to go all
out and still have to go farther. If I fought to win, I would end up just like my enemies. Strong,
skilled, and stupid. It's not good to let emotions blind you on the battlefield…or your ego."
"Is that supposed to be a hint Kakkarot?"
Goku laughed and finishing the last of his beer he grabbed his other 3 bottles and leaning over the
porch dropped them into the recycling bin.
"Just be careful when you fight Vegeta…your technique has room for improvement."
"Hmph."
Vegeta also got up and went inside the house.
*****************
Vegeta lay down his bed, snoozing peacefully. It had been a while since the picnic, and he was tired.
Although, as it was now he was beginning to feel a bit hungry.
*grumble grumble*
Vegeta's features contorted into a scowl and he scratched his belly.
*grumble grumble*
"Oh shut up." He muttered.
"Grumble grumble! Feed me damnit!"
He grunted and sleepily climbed out of bed. "Damn subconscious. When did you learn to talk?"
*grumble grumble* it replied innocently.
He proceeded to the kitchen and was surprised to see a large plate of sandwiches sitting on the
counter. On the topmost one he saw, apon closer inspection, was a note.
Dear Vegeta:
Got bored with working in the lab, made a snack and got you some too. See you in the morning!
-Bulma
"Hm. I suppose it will have to do…for now." Reluctantly he sat down at the table and started to
devour the plate of sandwiches.
As he ate, his mind drifted to other things…other people. It came back to the kiss, and mentally
slapped himself to stop.
"For god sakes Vegeta, get a grip! It's not she's going to sleep with you or anything!"
At the same time that made it worse, for no sooner were the words out of his mouth than his mind
was flooded with all kinds of scenarios for late-night romancing…many of which reminded him of
things he'd seen when he accidentally turned to the Playboy channel.
"I hate myself." Vegeta mumbled and grabbing the now empty plate began to hit himself on the head
with it in an attempt to clear his mind of the disgusting images before him.
"I need a nice cold bath…or to kill something. I prefer the last one. I wonder where I can find a
poodle at this time of night? Damn fuzzy rat-dogs…"
With that in mind he left to go kill some fuzzy rat-dogs.
****************
Bulma groaned and stretched. "Veggie-chan" She mumbled in her sleep. Oh no. Not the dream
again! The one where she kissed him…Yamcha had been pretty upset when she'd mentioned it. Of
course she hadn't mentions the OTHER part of the dream…she didn't dare after his reaction to the
first. It was hard to believe that had been almost a year ago. But now it didn't matter what Yamcha
thought; they were over as a couple. Now all that mattered was surviving whatever the future had in
store for them, and trying to get through this damn dream…
She rested her elbow on the keyboard and yawned. She hadn't slept in two days. She was tired,
hungry and pissed. But if she wanted this account to pull through she had to finish this by Monday.
Capsule corp was still acquiring companies even though it had been around for so many years, and
Inroads was just one of many. But why, why did there have to be so many?
"I hate my life. My life sucks. Maybe I should move to the mountains. That would work."
"Or maybe you could just kill yourself and end all our troubles."
"What?! Oh, it's just you. Hello Vegeta."
"Hm. Working hard I see? You'll die at this stupid machine, I just know it. You'll probably be
sending faxes from your death bed."
"So? I'm sure that would make you happy."
"I never said it wouldn't." He grinned at her.
"Oh, forget you. I'm going to go get some coffee."
He shrugged. "I'm going to kakkarot's house to train. Have fun drinking your coffee."
"If you weren't remotely cute, I swear I'd clock you right in the nose."
"Hah! Like those girly arms could hurt me!"
"What do you mean girly? This is 100% muscle baby!"
"No, it's 100% ho-ho's, twinkies and chocolate chip cookies."
"Oooh! Just you wait Vegeta, one of these days-"
"You'll what? Try anything and I'll snap you like a twig!"
"Oh yeah! Well I'll…I'll…"
"See, you can't even think of anything! Forget you! I'm leaving."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
She stuck her tounge out at his retreating figure, and snorting he slammed the lab door shut behind
him.
************
Later that day, Bulma's parents went out to do some grocery shopping. (Hm, familiar setup, isn't it
folks?) She grabbed some orange juice from the fridge and sipped it, fanning herself with a paper
fan. God, it was so hot! It was one of those days she just knew she would end up sleeping
naked. Despite the close proximity of a certain saiyan male, she doubted he'd try anything.
"Did you really mean what you said earlier?"
She was so startled she dropped her juice. The glass crashed to the floor and instantly a robot
scooted out of a cabinet in the wall to clean up the mess.
"Don't scare me like that! I could have killed you!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Oh yes. All fear the power of the almighty paper fan! Now with super
bending action!"
Look Vegeta, what do you want? If you just came to piss me off, then leave me alone; I'm not
taking any crap from you today.
"Did you really mean what you said earlier? About me being cute?"
She eyed him cautiously. "Maybe. Why?"
"Oh, no reason."
Then without warning he kissed her.
In real life, Bulma knew this would never ever happen. She doubted Vegeta could ever be this
romantic, but hey, it was her dream right?
"Mph!" She managed to exclaim before their lips touched. Something flicked across her lips and she
obediently opened her mouth (AH! CITRUS! *mentally hits head repeatedly with bat). An
interesting warmth flooded it, and he pulled her closer to allow better access. (O_o god help us
all! Sailor Star is going to try and write a lemon!)
After a few seconds he pulled back and stared at her. She looked flushed and confused.
"What was that for?"
He smirked and without much effort swung up her legs so he was cradling her like a baby. "Oh, that
was nothing. Just a warm-up really." He chuckled. "Now's the main event."
Now's the main event? The sleeping Bulma thought. Who the hell said that? She really had to stop
reading those romance novels…
Bulma's eye twitched and she said nothing. She felt incredibly disgusted but still, he was a babe!
Before she could decide they'd already made it to the couch and a familiar scene had begun to
occur. But while she tried to concentrate of the man in front of her, something was tugging at her
mind, pulling her away. No wait, she wanted this! Why wouldn't it go away!
Stop it! Bulma hissed out loud and sat straight up in bed. "And that, my friends, is where I made
my dream end."
She wiped some sweat off her forehead and touched her lips. They still tingled from the kiss. But
wait a minute, why did it tingle in real life if it was only a dream? Was she talking in her sleep while
Vegeta had come by? Had he…
**************
Vegeta licked the salt off his lips and slipped silently into his room, closing the door behind him.
Have erotic dreams about me will she? At least I was just daydreaming. He smirked. I wonder if
she woke up yet? Ah well. I owed her that kiss; Pay back for the last one.
Chuckling he slipped off his clothes, leaving on only his boxers, and crawled into bed
of common sense you'll stay away from my sorry attempt at making something romantic. LOL,
some tips on lemon writing would be nice…anyway, I had this sudden urge to write the next few
chapters here at my sister's house…I'm having a lot of fun, BTW. We went to the movies (Atlantis
sucks!), we rented a bunch of anime videos and have been watching them for the past 3 days, Plus I
get to help her cook and bake and stuff…I love my sister. She's so cool! And of course there's
nothing like getting away from your house for two weeks to get the creative juices flowing. Ya
know, I honestly think being cooped up in the house puts a damper on my imagination. But anyway,
enjoy the new chapter peoples!
That Saturday, all the Z senshi gathered at the Briefs' house for a picnic. Even Tien and Piccolo had
been found and dragged there, although Piccolo preferred to meditate under the shade of an oak tree.
"Goku-sa, did you bring out the potato salad like I asked?"
"Um..yes?" Goku said, wiping some potato from his mouth.
"Hm…" She said and went off to inspect the damage to her salad.
"I didn't eat that much…only half the bowl. I hope Chi-Chi doesn't get too upset."
"Kakkarot, who ARE you talking to?"
Goku glanced over his shoulder and grinned.
"Oi, Vegeta-san! Long time no see! Have you and Bulma been getting along with your training?"
"Hmph. That's none of your concern Kakkarot. I'm just here because that damn woman promised to
upgrade the gravitron if I came, and if it means getting better than you than I'll suffer through
anything."
"You know Vegeta, this obsession you have with beating me is very unhealthy, not to mention
unlikely. Have you thought of seeing a psychiatrist?"
He laughed as Vegeta fumed, his cheeks turning slightly pink at his annoyance.
"First of all kakkarot, I'm surprised you even know what a psychiatrist IS. And second of all, I
WILL defeat you. It's just a matter of time."
"Sure Vegeta…another lifetime."
Satisfied with his own taunting of his rival, Goku turned to go…and promptly tripped and fell on a
rake.
Vegeta burst out laughing. "That, Kakkarot, needs no commentary."
Blushing Goku dusted himself off and jogged over to the table.
"Ready to eat everybody?" Bulma called.
Everyone sat down and grabbing plates began to heap food onto them. Chi-Chi tried to grab the last
rib from Goku, but sensing her advance he reached down to snap it uo, only to be in turned stopped
by Bulma, who reached across and grabbed it with such speed that even he had minor difficulty
following.
"Wow Bulma, I'm impressed. You've really improved."
She raised an eyebrow. "Improved in what Goku?" A few curious eyes looked up from their plates
to await Goku's answer.
"Oh nothing really. I just noticed that you look a little stronger, that's all. Have you been working
out?"
She giggled and chomped down on the rib.
******************
After dinner, nothing very eventful happened. The woman sat and chattered on endlessly about all
kinds of things, while the men either played cards or sat on the porch drinking beer and talking.
Vegeta was part of the first group, and doing a pretty damn good job of it.
"Looks like I win again." He said smirking. The others groaned and reluctantly shelled out tens and
twenties, putting them on Vegeta's already growing pile.
"Let me see…so that makes a hundred and fifty dollars I've gotten from you. Anyone want to play
again?"
"Forget it you guys, I fold. I've already lost all the money I came here with. Come on Marron."
"But kuririn, does that mean we can't go see a movie like you promised?"
"Ack! I forgot about that. I could always go to an ATM and get some more."
"Oh just forget it." She snapped, and wordlessly she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to
his car.
"Poor guy," Yamcha sighed. "He's henpecked and he's not even married yet."
Tien chuckled and shuffled the deck. "So wadda you say guys? One more round?"
"Not me." Vegeta muttered, grabbing the money and stuffing it into his pocket. "You people bore
me. I'm going to go out on the porch with Kakkarot."
He disappeared out the kitchen door.
Tien shook his head and dealt the cards. "I don't know what his problem is, but he sure has it out for
Goku doesn't he?"
"Yeah…hey, more cards over here! I can kick your ass in gin rummy!"
Tien rolled his eyes and dealt the appropriate amount of cards.
********************
"Nice moon, isn't it Vegeta?"
"Hn? Yeah, I guess."
Both men had settled into wicker chairs placed on the porch, a cooler of beer between them. Goku
sipped his beer thoughtfully and raising a hand waved it out into the sky.
"Hey Vegeta, what's out there? I mean, I know there are nameks and ice-jins and yadraks and
stuff…but what else?"
Vegeta shrugged. "Lots of people, believe me. More than you'll ever know about. For example,
there are all the people on Heishing (Kinda sounds like the planet from Outlaw star, I know…)"
"Heishing?"
"Yeah. It's a long way from here; given the current speed of a ship I'd say about a week's journey.
It's kind of like the main planet of all its surrounding star systems. People gain access to the system
via the Check in station, and from there onto the planet. I spent a few months there when I was
fifteen or so. Nice place; it's a big mixing pot of races like earth is, so the culture was pretty diverse.
I went there for the food."
"Wow…it must be so cool to be able to travel like that! I wish I'd remembered at least something
from my past. Not enough to change the way I am, but enough so that I could
remember…anything."
Vegeta snorted. " No one told you to bonk your head you know. If you really cared so much you
could just use the dragonballs and wish your stupid memory back."
"But I don't want it back! Even though they are my race, Saiyans did terrible things! I wouldn't
want to remember how to be a killing a machine. I don't like killing things you know; it's the worst
part of the battle."
"But don't you enjoy the feeling of victory over your opponents? What's the point in fighting if you
get no joy from winning?"
"Oh sure, it's great to win…but its more about being able to stretch your abilities to limit, to go all
out and still have to go farther. If I fought to win, I would end up just like my enemies. Strong,
skilled, and stupid. It's not good to let emotions blind you on the battlefield…or your ego."
"Is that supposed to be a hint Kakkarot?"
Goku laughed and finishing the last of his beer he grabbed his other 3 bottles and leaning over the
porch dropped them into the recycling bin.
"Just be careful when you fight Vegeta…your technique has room for improvement."
"Hmph."
Vegeta also got up and went inside the house.
*****************
Vegeta lay down his bed, snoozing peacefully. It had been a while since the picnic, and he was tired.
Although, as it was now he was beginning to feel a bit hungry.
*grumble grumble*
Vegeta's features contorted into a scowl and he scratched his belly.
*grumble grumble*
"Oh shut up." He muttered.
"Grumble grumble! Feed me damnit!"
He grunted and sleepily climbed out of bed. "Damn subconscious. When did you learn to talk?"
*grumble grumble* it replied innocently.
He proceeded to the kitchen and was surprised to see a large plate of sandwiches sitting on the
counter. On the topmost one he saw, apon closer inspection, was a note.
Dear Vegeta:
Got bored with working in the lab, made a snack and got you some too. See you in the morning!
-Bulma
"Hm. I suppose it will have to do…for now." Reluctantly he sat down at the table and started to
devour the plate of sandwiches.
As he ate, his mind drifted to other things…other people. It came back to the kiss, and mentally
slapped himself to stop.
"For god sakes Vegeta, get a grip! It's not she's going to sleep with you or anything!"
At the same time that made it worse, for no sooner were the words out of his mouth than his mind
was flooded with all kinds of scenarios for late-night romancing…many of which reminded him of
things he'd seen when he accidentally turned to the Playboy channel.
"I hate myself." Vegeta mumbled and grabbing the now empty plate began to hit himself on the head
with it in an attempt to clear his mind of the disgusting images before him.
"I need a nice cold bath…or to kill something. I prefer the last one. I wonder where I can find a
poodle at this time of night? Damn fuzzy rat-dogs…"
With that in mind he left to go kill some fuzzy rat-dogs.
****************
Bulma groaned and stretched. "Veggie-chan" She mumbled in her sleep. Oh no. Not the dream
again! The one where she kissed him…Yamcha had been pretty upset when she'd mentioned it. Of
course she hadn't mentions the OTHER part of the dream…she didn't dare after his reaction to the
first. It was hard to believe that had been almost a year ago. But now it didn't matter what Yamcha
thought; they were over as a couple. Now all that mattered was surviving whatever the future had in
store for them, and trying to get through this damn dream…
She rested her elbow on the keyboard and yawned. She hadn't slept in two days. She was tired,
hungry and pissed. But if she wanted this account to pull through she had to finish this by Monday.
Capsule corp was still acquiring companies even though it had been around for so many years, and
Inroads was just one of many. But why, why did there have to be so many?
"I hate my life. My life sucks. Maybe I should move to the mountains. That would work."
"Or maybe you could just kill yourself and end all our troubles."
"What?! Oh, it's just you. Hello Vegeta."
"Hm. Working hard I see? You'll die at this stupid machine, I just know it. You'll probably be
sending faxes from your death bed."
"So? I'm sure that would make you happy."
"I never said it wouldn't." He grinned at her.
"Oh, forget you. I'm going to go get some coffee."
He shrugged. "I'm going to kakkarot's house to train. Have fun drinking your coffee."
"If you weren't remotely cute, I swear I'd clock you right in the nose."
"Hah! Like those girly arms could hurt me!"
"What do you mean girly? This is 100% muscle baby!"
"No, it's 100% ho-ho's, twinkies and chocolate chip cookies."
"Oooh! Just you wait Vegeta, one of these days-"
"You'll what? Try anything and I'll snap you like a twig!"
"Oh yeah! Well I'll…I'll…"
"See, you can't even think of anything! Forget you! I'm leaving."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
She stuck her tounge out at his retreating figure, and snorting he slammed the lab door shut behind
him.
************
Later that day, Bulma's parents went out to do some grocery shopping. (Hm, familiar setup, isn't it
folks?) She grabbed some orange juice from the fridge and sipped it, fanning herself with a paper
fan. God, it was so hot! It was one of those days she just knew she would end up sleeping
naked. Despite the close proximity of a certain saiyan male, she doubted he'd try anything.
"Did you really mean what you said earlier?"
She was so startled she dropped her juice. The glass crashed to the floor and instantly a robot
scooted out of a cabinet in the wall to clean up the mess.
"Don't scare me like that! I could have killed you!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Oh yes. All fear the power of the almighty paper fan! Now with super
bending action!"
Look Vegeta, what do you want? If you just came to piss me off, then leave me alone; I'm not
taking any crap from you today.
"Did you really mean what you said earlier? About me being cute?"
She eyed him cautiously. "Maybe. Why?"
"Oh, no reason."
Then without warning he kissed her.
In real life, Bulma knew this would never ever happen. She doubted Vegeta could ever be this
romantic, but hey, it was her dream right?
"Mph!" She managed to exclaim before their lips touched. Something flicked across her lips and she
obediently opened her mouth (AH! CITRUS! *mentally hits head repeatedly with bat). An
interesting warmth flooded it, and he pulled her closer to allow better access. (O_o god help us
all! Sailor Star is going to try and write a lemon!)
After a few seconds he pulled back and stared at her. She looked flushed and confused.
"What was that for?"
He smirked and without much effort swung up her legs so he was cradling her like a baby. "Oh, that
was nothing. Just a warm-up really." He chuckled. "Now's the main event."
Now's the main event? The sleeping Bulma thought. Who the hell said that? She really had to stop
reading those romance novels…
Bulma's eye twitched and she said nothing. She felt incredibly disgusted but still, he was a babe!
Before she could decide they'd already made it to the couch and a familiar scene had begun to
occur. But while she tried to concentrate of the man in front of her, something was tugging at her
mind, pulling her away. No wait, she wanted this! Why wouldn't it go away!
Stop it! Bulma hissed out loud and sat straight up in bed. "And that, my friends, is where I made
my dream end."
She wiped some sweat off her forehead and touched her lips. They still tingled from the kiss. But
wait a minute, why did it tingle in real life if it was only a dream? Was she talking in her sleep while
Vegeta had come by? Had he…
**************
Vegeta licked the salt off his lips and slipped silently into his room, closing the door behind him.
Have erotic dreams about me will she? At least I was just daydreaming. He smirked. I wonder if
she woke up yet? Ah well. I owed her that kiss; Pay back for the last one.
Chuckling he slipped off his clothes, leaving on only his boxers, and crawled into bed
