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When Bulma entered the kitchen, she didn't understand why Vegeta had collapsed. She bent down to check if he was alive, and found a weak pulse. She checked for any wounds and found none. After a minute of thought, Bulma sniffed the coffee and smelled poison.
Who could have poisoned him without me feeling their presence? Slowly and gently, Bulma picked up Vegeta and brought him to his room. Not knowing what else to do, she flew off somewhere in the woods to meditate.
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THAT NIGHT
Janice and Yamcha were both in his bed; Yamcha looking at the ceiling arms crossed at his head, and Janice gazing at him. She felt guilty that she had poisoned the coffee Vegeta was to drink. At least it was for a good cause; the love of her life was now happy. I shouldn't let him use me like this. I swear, if he dumps me, I will kill him.
"Yamcha, why did you want me to poison Vegeta?"
After a moment of silence, Janice tried again;
"I love you and all, but I seriously regret betraying him. What if he dies? Or if he's already dead?"
Grudgingly, he turned to his side and looked at the woman, who was his key to success. I guess I will have to answer her
"If Vegeta is dead, I will be able to have you by my side always..." Yamcha made sure he blushed lightly and gave her a small smile. This earned a half suspicious glance from Janice.
"........."
Before she could say anything, Yamcha had straddled her and was starting to do what always managed to change her train of thought. God, no matter how good a sex god he is, I can't keep on doing this....
She thought of nothing else that night.
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Thinking over the possibilities of who could have poisoned Vegeta, Bulma felt angry. If Vegeta did die, no one would put up with her stay at Capsule Corporation. She really did need somewhere to stay. A princess does not, under any circumstances; sleep on something other than a bed. Besides, Vegeta was hot, and it was always fun to have someone to tease.
Bulma finally thought of a possibility; Janice. She had seen Janice make coffee, and Vegeta had not remade it, so he would have drank from the same batch. What motive did she have to attack him? Bulma narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and decided to search for Janice's ki signature. It was located towards the east, way far from where she lived, and kept rising and diminishing. She's having sex! From the moans that I used hear, Vegeta is a sex god. What the hell is she doing in someone else's bed?
While flying back to CC, Bulma didn't know what to do. It wasn't any of her business really, but she had to tell Vegeta. She frowned; it was Saiyan custom to reward anyone who helped them. She wanted his body, so would he oppose to sharing his bed for a few nights? Good thing I'm not male. I would feel weak if I had to ask. Bulma smirked to herself. It was decided, she would propose this deal to him, and if he refused, then... but that would not happen.
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His first sight was the floor. Vegeta's torso was almost all off the bed, but his bottom half was spread horizontally across the bed. He pulled himself back completely onto the mattress, placed his head on the pillow, and stared at the ceiling. He tried to remember what had happened, and remembered coming back into the kitchen for another cup of coffee; he had been feeling poorly and decided to get some caffeine. Did I faint? How did I get here?
Vegeta vaguely remembered being carried up the stairs, and immediately assumed it was Bulma. That was a bit odd, but he would live through it. How long had he been out? Nothing seemed to answer him, so he got up, but soon after ended back in bed. Vegeta felt too dizzy to stand, let alone walk. Before he could try any other options, his door opened.
"Your awake, finally! Your weak body takes forever to heal."
"How long have I been out?"
"All day yesterday and this morning."
"What happened?"
"Sit down and I'll tell you."
Vegeta sat up but his head was spinning anyway.
"Well...."
"I have a proposal. And answers. You were poisoned, and it was Janice whom did that. She poisoned your coffee."
"Do not say things you don't know. She would never poison me, we've known each other too long for that."
"Apparently not long enough. I am willing to help you; in exchange for something else, of course."
"Your assistance is not needed. Janice would never do such a thing."
"Look, no one else was in the kitchen at all. Besides, I was there when she made the coffee."
Vegeta glared at her, not sure if he should believe this. She would have no reason to lie.... I don't think.
"And this proposal is?"
"If I help you with this riddle, you will let me have your," Bulma stared down at Vegeta, " succulent body?"
His eyes widened. He had never known she was attracted to him. Well, not really. Vegeta had always thought the teasing was common among Saiyans. He didn't really know what to say.
"I'll think about it."
"What? I want an answer now!" said Bulma in a an annoyed voice.
"You'll just have to wait, or have no as an answer." Vegeta said curtly, surprising himself.
"I have become pathetic..... If I don't get an answer before tomorrow night, it's off, and I will kill....a friend of yours." She said this with a non-challent air. By the end of the sentence, her voice was in a high mocking pitch.
"You wouldn't dare." He sounded a it panicky.
Bulma turned from her eye contact with Vegeta, and before she shut the door, said, "Oh, wouldn't I?" She chuckled and went downstairs.
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Not wanting to stay in the house while he was deciding, Vegeta left for a nearby bar to get a drink, once he was well enough.
"I'll have a strawberry margherita; no salt on the rims." he told the bartender.
When he got his drink, he noticed a familiar face staring at him. When she found him looking at her, she rose and came to sit by him.
"Hey Vegeta! Do you remember me?" she said with a smile.
"To be honest, your face is familiar, but I cannot seem to place you."
The woman frowned slightly, but replied; "My name is Yelsa. We went to college together, remember?"
A moment had passed before Vegeta's eyes lit up.
"I remember now! Hello! How have you been? Let me buy you a drink."
Yelsa grinned. The rest of the evening passed wonderfully, with the two catching up. They had never been friends, but acquaintances. Never the less, they hit it off. When the time came for their separation, Vegeta invited Yelsa over. She obviously accepted.
Well, how was that?? Chapter 3 is already written, I'll just be waiting for reviews, lol:) peace out babes
When Bulma entered the kitchen, she didn't understand why Vegeta had collapsed. She bent down to check if he was alive, and found a weak pulse. She checked for any wounds and found none. After a minute of thought, Bulma sniffed the coffee and smelled poison.
Who could have poisoned him without me feeling their presence? Slowly and gently, Bulma picked up Vegeta and brought him to his room. Not knowing what else to do, she flew off somewhere in the woods to meditate.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
THAT NIGHT
Janice and Yamcha were both in his bed; Yamcha looking at the ceiling arms crossed at his head, and Janice gazing at him. She felt guilty that she had poisoned the coffee Vegeta was to drink. At least it was for a good cause; the love of her life was now happy. I shouldn't let him use me like this. I swear, if he dumps me, I will kill him.
"Yamcha, why did you want me to poison Vegeta?"
After a moment of silence, Janice tried again;
"I love you and all, but I seriously regret betraying him. What if he dies? Or if he's already dead?"
Grudgingly, he turned to his side and looked at the woman, who was his key to success. I guess I will have to answer her
"If Vegeta is dead, I will be able to have you by my side always..." Yamcha made sure he blushed lightly and gave her a small smile. This earned a half suspicious glance from Janice.
"........."
Before she could say anything, Yamcha had straddled her and was starting to do what always managed to change her train of thought. God, no matter how good a sex god he is, I can't keep on doing this....
She thought of nothing else that night.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Thinking over the possibilities of who could have poisoned Vegeta, Bulma felt angry. If Vegeta did die, no one would put up with her stay at Capsule Corporation. She really did need somewhere to stay. A princess does not, under any circumstances; sleep on something other than a bed. Besides, Vegeta was hot, and it was always fun to have someone to tease.
Bulma finally thought of a possibility; Janice. She had seen Janice make coffee, and Vegeta had not remade it, so he would have drank from the same batch. What motive did she have to attack him? Bulma narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and decided to search for Janice's ki signature. It was located towards the east, way far from where she lived, and kept rising and diminishing. She's having sex! From the moans that I used hear, Vegeta is a sex god. What the hell is she doing in someone else's bed?
While flying back to CC, Bulma didn't know what to do. It wasn't any of her business really, but she had to tell Vegeta. She frowned; it was Saiyan custom to reward anyone who helped them. She wanted his body, so would he oppose to sharing his bed for a few nights? Good thing I'm not male. I would feel weak if I had to ask. Bulma smirked to herself. It was decided, she would propose this deal to him, and if he refused, then... but that would not happen.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
His first sight was the floor. Vegeta's torso was almost all off the bed, but his bottom half was spread horizontally across the bed. He pulled himself back completely onto the mattress, placed his head on the pillow, and stared at the ceiling. He tried to remember what had happened, and remembered coming back into the kitchen for another cup of coffee; he had been feeling poorly and decided to get some caffeine. Did I faint? How did I get here?
Vegeta vaguely remembered being carried up the stairs, and immediately assumed it was Bulma. That was a bit odd, but he would live through it. How long had he been out? Nothing seemed to answer him, so he got up, but soon after ended back in bed. Vegeta felt too dizzy to stand, let alone walk. Before he could try any other options, his door opened.
"Your awake, finally! Your weak body takes forever to heal."
"How long have I been out?"
"All day yesterday and this morning."
"What happened?"
"Sit down and I'll tell you."
Vegeta sat up but his head was spinning anyway.
"Well...."
"I have a proposal. And answers. You were poisoned, and it was Janice whom did that. She poisoned your coffee."
"Do not say things you don't know. She would never poison me, we've known each other too long for that."
"Apparently not long enough. I am willing to help you; in exchange for something else, of course."
"Your assistance is not needed. Janice would never do such a thing."
"Look, no one else was in the kitchen at all. Besides, I was there when she made the coffee."
Vegeta glared at her, not sure if he should believe this. She would have no reason to lie.... I don't think.
"And this proposal is?"
"If I help you with this riddle, you will let me have your," Bulma stared down at Vegeta, " succulent body?"
His eyes widened. He had never known she was attracted to him. Well, not really. Vegeta had always thought the teasing was common among Saiyans. He didn't really know what to say.
"I'll think about it."
"What? I want an answer now!" said Bulma in a an annoyed voice.
"You'll just have to wait, or have no as an answer." Vegeta said curtly, surprising himself.
"I have become pathetic..... If I don't get an answer before tomorrow night, it's off, and I will kill....a friend of yours." She said this with a non-challent air. By the end of the sentence, her voice was in a high mocking pitch.
"You wouldn't dare." He sounded a it panicky.
Bulma turned from her eye contact with Vegeta, and before she shut the door, said, "Oh, wouldn't I?" She chuckled and went downstairs.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Not wanting to stay in the house while he was deciding, Vegeta left for a nearby bar to get a drink, once he was well enough.
"I'll have a strawberry margherita; no salt on the rims." he told the bartender.
When he got his drink, he noticed a familiar face staring at him. When she found him looking at her, she rose and came to sit by him.
"Hey Vegeta! Do you remember me?" she said with a smile.
"To be honest, your face is familiar, but I cannot seem to place you."
The woman frowned slightly, but replied; "My name is Yelsa. We went to college together, remember?"
A moment had passed before Vegeta's eyes lit up.
"I remember now! Hello! How have you been? Let me buy you a drink."
Yelsa grinned. The rest of the evening passed wonderfully, with the two catching up. They had never been friends, but acquaintances. Never the less, they hit it off. When the time came for their separation, Vegeta invited Yelsa over. She obviously accepted.
Well, how was that?? Chapter 3 is already written, I'll just be waiting for reviews, lol:) peace out babes