Chapter 7: Money Bought
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own either DBZ or Nickelback... you'd think by now I did, but I don't.
A/N: Ok, another chapter!! Just for future plans, when I finish SSU (will be in the next two weeks!), I'm not going to work on Touchdown. I said I was, but I lied. I have a much better story called "I Wish I May, I Wish I Might", a B/V fic about.... well, it's easier to just write the story then the summary, but I guarantee, it'll be hilarious, with a lot of verbal fights between Bulma and Vegeta! Now on with the story!! (I got no reviews last chapter, I'm SAD!!)
Another thing, I think from now on, I'll be spreading out the paragraphs so that it'll be easier to read. I'm sure everyone would like that! And there will be a nondescript lemon in this chapter (the way I'll write it, you can be as perverted as you like, or don't like, or whatever. Anything lemony will be surrounded by *asterisks*)
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"Well, since we're stuck here, I might as well go shopping," Bulma said the next morning. "I'm glad I brought my purse with my many credit cards, thanks to your mother. I need a shopping session to make everything better."
"Don't be out too long. I don't want anyone to recognize you. If you get caught, we both get caught and I'm screwed 'cause I actually killed the guy," Vegeta grumbled, doing yoga exercises.
Bulma left the hotel room and walked to the nearby mall. She went into Abercrombie and Fitch and bought several articles of clothing, everything from shirts that said "PREP" to cute thongs. "Geez, I wonder how the hell I'm gonna carry all of this back. I should get a car or something."
She went to the parking lot, found a guy standing around a junky Ford Taurus, and said "I'll give you $500 for that car right now."
"Deal," he said. She gave him five $100 bills, he gave her the keys. She loaded the four bags of clothing into the trunk, then locked it. A few people had been gathering around her now.
"Hi," the most predominant one said. "I see you like to shop. I'm Alex Parashar. I was just wondering if we," she pointed at the crowd. "could see your superior shopping habits to maximize our shopping."
"Uh, sure!" Bulma said, taking no heed of Vegeta's warning. "Let's go to Hot Topic. I need some variety for my wardrobe."
"Ah, a punk and a prep!" Alex said happily. "This is different, but cool!"
They went into Hot Topic, Bulma finding things she thought cute, Alex finding things SHE thought cute, and Bulma charged it all for everyone. By the end of the hour in the store, she pretty much had bought it out.
"Thanks, Bulma!" Alex said, happily. "Say, how about you come to the club tonight! It's Club Armoury. The dance floor opens at 7:00. Be there!!"
Bulma smiled, said that she would definitely go, then sped off for the hotel. She came back into the room, covered in several bags of clothes (she had to take three trips to get them all into the hotel room) and with a huge smile on her face. "I'm going out tonight to the club!" she announced.
"Dammit, woman, I thought I told you to keep a low profile!!" Vegeta was fumed. He had been watching the news and found out the police were working on sketches of them.
Cherry stem in her mouth she could tie in a knot
Favorite trick she does one of ten that she's got
Makin' friends, setting trends, hardly having to try
All her looks by the book, best that money can buy
Look what your money bought
It's all that she's got
It keeps her company
Straight from mom and daddy
That night, a pissed off Bulma drove to the club. Little did she know that Vegeta was following her.
She got in to the over-21 club (nobody bothered to ask for an ID, which shocked an onlooking Alex and crowd; they wanted to see her get busted.) and started to dance. A couple of songs later, she got thirsty, so she went to the bar. "Hello?" she asked, timidly.
"What's up, sweetie?" the bartender walked over.
"I'm a little thirsty. Got something to drink?"
"Sure, honey, I'll whip you up something special," he grabbed a cup, put some orange juice and lemonade in there, as well as a large amount of vodka. Bulma had no clue, she was looking at all the hot guys in the room. "There ya go, honey. No charge for the first drink."
"Thanks," Bulma took a sip. 'Damn, this is good!!' she thought. She started gulping down more. The bartender had intentionally given her an exceptionally large glass. She finished the drink.
As she was dancing more and more, she got more and more ditzy. "Hey, fellas!! Let's dance!" she called out to no one in particular. Several guys came up to the hot young chick and started dancing. When the song was over, they persuaded her to step to the side for a while. Bulma was totally stoned.
"So, sweetie, how about we get down later?" one asked.
"No, he'll drop you as soon as he's finished with you. How about you have a REALLY good time with me?" another persuaded.
"How about I go with all of you!! I'm HAPPYYYYYYY!!!!" Bulma shouted, then ran back to the dance floor to listen to Petey Pablo's Raise Up (All Cities Remix). She danced to the words, taking her shirt off, twisting it 'round her hand, spinning it like a helicopter. After the song was over, all of the guys took her outside into the alley. They put her into an empty trash can and started to grab her clothes.
"Hey, I don't think so, fellas!" Vegeta stepped out of the darkness. "Get away from her, you manwhores!!"
"And why should we? She isn't anyone's in particular!!" the first one commented.
"Oh, yeah? She's mine!!" Vegeta threw a punch to the closest guy. He went flying into the wall, out cold. The almost naked Bulma screamed. The other guys took off running.
Last chance to dance out back of the bar
Shakin' hands, nice to meet you, I don't know who you are
She has a toke and makes a joke about the alley man
Never pleasured from the treasure in a garbage can
Look what your money bought
It's all that she's got
It keeps her company
Straight from mom and daddy
Vegeta grabbed Bulma and flew her back to the hotel room. "Thanks, Vegeta!!" Bulma said, happily. "I wonder what those guys were thinking of doing?"
"You want to find out?" Vegeta asked as he opened the door to the hotel room.
"Yeah!!" Bulma shrieked.
Vegeta closed the door and the curtains, motioned for her to lay down on the bed and smiled. "You ready?"
"YEAH!!"
*rip*
*giggle*
*make out*
*hands moving around*
*more ripping*
*Vegeta on top*
*touching*
*shivering*
*moaning*
*fingers moving*
"C'mon, Vegeta!! Why are you teasing me like this?!" Bulma said, still perky and still stoned.
"Just wait... just wait..."
*suck*
*suck*
*swallow*
*giggle*
*push*
*shove*
*moans*
"Wow, Vegeta!!"
"This ain't nothing!!"
*push*
*shove*
*play*
*giggles*
Finally, by the end of the night, they fell asleep in each other's arms, totally exhausted.
(A/N: I told you it was going to be nondescript! You do the thinking!!)
Cherry stem in her mouth she could tie in a knot
Favorite trick she does one of ten that she's got
Makin' friends, setting trends, hardly having to try
All her looks by the book, best that money can buy
Look what your money bought
It's all that she's got
It keeps her company
Straight from mom and daddy
The next morning, Vegeta woke up first, put on a pair of boxers, and turned on the TV to the news. "Oh, shit."
Pictures of Bulma and Vegeta were being broadcast across the nation as Yamcha's killer.
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Well, ok, so there's a little cliffy!! Hope you liked this chapter! Of course, R/R, people!! I don't like getting no reviews for the last chapter!! *sobs* (no, that's not a lemony thing, you perverts!! lol) Anyway, I'll try to get the next chapter out in the next couple of days (probably Tuesday or something, but I'm not sure... maybe Wednesday?)
Come back, my wonderful readers, and R/R!! I've only got three chapters and an epilogue to write!!
Anyway, let me know if you liked the spaced out version better (I think I do!)
.:Angel:.
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own either DBZ or Nickelback... you'd think by now I did, but I don't.
A/N: Ok, another chapter!! Just for future plans, when I finish SSU (will be in the next two weeks!), I'm not going to work on Touchdown. I said I was, but I lied. I have a much better story called "I Wish I May, I Wish I Might", a B/V fic about.... well, it's easier to just write the story then the summary, but I guarantee, it'll be hilarious, with a lot of verbal fights between Bulma and Vegeta! Now on with the story!! (I got no reviews last chapter, I'm SAD!!)
Another thing, I think from now on, I'll be spreading out the paragraphs so that it'll be easier to read. I'm sure everyone would like that! And there will be a nondescript lemon in this chapter (the way I'll write it, you can be as perverted as you like, or don't like, or whatever. Anything lemony will be surrounded by *asterisks*)
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"Well, since we're stuck here, I might as well go shopping," Bulma said the next morning. "I'm glad I brought my purse with my many credit cards, thanks to your mother. I need a shopping session to make everything better."
"Don't be out too long. I don't want anyone to recognize you. If you get caught, we both get caught and I'm screwed 'cause I actually killed the guy," Vegeta grumbled, doing yoga exercises.
Bulma left the hotel room and walked to the nearby mall. She went into Abercrombie and Fitch and bought several articles of clothing, everything from shirts that said "PREP" to cute thongs. "Geez, I wonder how the hell I'm gonna carry all of this back. I should get a car or something."
She went to the parking lot, found a guy standing around a junky Ford Taurus, and said "I'll give you $500 for that car right now."
"Deal," he said. She gave him five $100 bills, he gave her the keys. She loaded the four bags of clothing into the trunk, then locked it. A few people had been gathering around her now.
"Hi," the most predominant one said. "I see you like to shop. I'm Alex Parashar. I was just wondering if we," she pointed at the crowd. "could see your superior shopping habits to maximize our shopping."
"Uh, sure!" Bulma said, taking no heed of Vegeta's warning. "Let's go to Hot Topic. I need some variety for my wardrobe."
"Ah, a punk and a prep!" Alex said happily. "This is different, but cool!"
They went into Hot Topic, Bulma finding things she thought cute, Alex finding things SHE thought cute, and Bulma charged it all for everyone. By the end of the hour in the store, she pretty much had bought it out.
"Thanks, Bulma!" Alex said, happily. "Say, how about you come to the club tonight! It's Club Armoury. The dance floor opens at 7:00. Be there!!"
Bulma smiled, said that she would definitely go, then sped off for the hotel. She came back into the room, covered in several bags of clothes (she had to take three trips to get them all into the hotel room) and with a huge smile on her face. "I'm going out tonight to the club!" she announced.
"Dammit, woman, I thought I told you to keep a low profile!!" Vegeta was fumed. He had been watching the news and found out the police were working on sketches of them.
Cherry stem in her mouth she could tie in a knot
Favorite trick she does one of ten that she's got
Makin' friends, setting trends, hardly having to try
All her looks by the book, best that money can buy
Look what your money bought
It's all that she's got
It keeps her company
Straight from mom and daddy
That night, a pissed off Bulma drove to the club. Little did she know that Vegeta was following her.
She got in to the over-21 club (nobody bothered to ask for an ID, which shocked an onlooking Alex and crowd; they wanted to see her get busted.) and started to dance. A couple of songs later, she got thirsty, so she went to the bar. "Hello?" she asked, timidly.
"What's up, sweetie?" the bartender walked over.
"I'm a little thirsty. Got something to drink?"
"Sure, honey, I'll whip you up something special," he grabbed a cup, put some orange juice and lemonade in there, as well as a large amount of vodka. Bulma had no clue, she was looking at all the hot guys in the room. "There ya go, honey. No charge for the first drink."
"Thanks," Bulma took a sip. 'Damn, this is good!!' she thought. She started gulping down more. The bartender had intentionally given her an exceptionally large glass. She finished the drink.
As she was dancing more and more, she got more and more ditzy. "Hey, fellas!! Let's dance!" she called out to no one in particular. Several guys came up to the hot young chick and started dancing. When the song was over, they persuaded her to step to the side for a while. Bulma was totally stoned.
"So, sweetie, how about we get down later?" one asked.
"No, he'll drop you as soon as he's finished with you. How about you have a REALLY good time with me?" another persuaded.
"How about I go with all of you!! I'm HAPPYYYYYYY!!!!" Bulma shouted, then ran back to the dance floor to listen to Petey Pablo's Raise Up (All Cities Remix). She danced to the words, taking her shirt off, twisting it 'round her hand, spinning it like a helicopter. After the song was over, all of the guys took her outside into the alley. They put her into an empty trash can and started to grab her clothes.
"Hey, I don't think so, fellas!" Vegeta stepped out of the darkness. "Get away from her, you manwhores!!"
"And why should we? She isn't anyone's in particular!!" the first one commented.
"Oh, yeah? She's mine!!" Vegeta threw a punch to the closest guy. He went flying into the wall, out cold. The almost naked Bulma screamed. The other guys took off running.
Last chance to dance out back of the bar
Shakin' hands, nice to meet you, I don't know who you are
She has a toke and makes a joke about the alley man
Never pleasured from the treasure in a garbage can
Look what your money bought
It's all that she's got
It keeps her company
Straight from mom and daddy
Vegeta grabbed Bulma and flew her back to the hotel room. "Thanks, Vegeta!!" Bulma said, happily. "I wonder what those guys were thinking of doing?"
"You want to find out?" Vegeta asked as he opened the door to the hotel room.
"Yeah!!" Bulma shrieked.
Vegeta closed the door and the curtains, motioned for her to lay down on the bed and smiled. "You ready?"
"YEAH!!"
*rip*
*giggle*
*make out*
*hands moving around*
*more ripping*
*Vegeta on top*
*touching*
*shivering*
*moaning*
*fingers moving*
"C'mon, Vegeta!! Why are you teasing me like this?!" Bulma said, still perky and still stoned.
"Just wait... just wait..."
*suck*
*suck*
*swallow*
*giggle*
*push*
*shove*
*moans*
"Wow, Vegeta!!"
"This ain't nothing!!"
*push*
*shove*
*play*
*giggles*
Finally, by the end of the night, they fell asleep in each other's arms, totally exhausted.
(A/N: I told you it was going to be nondescript! You do the thinking!!)
Cherry stem in her mouth she could tie in a knot
Favorite trick she does one of ten that she's got
Makin' friends, setting trends, hardly having to try
All her looks by the book, best that money can buy
Look what your money bought
It's all that she's got
It keeps her company
Straight from mom and daddy
The next morning, Vegeta woke up first, put on a pair of boxers, and turned on the TV to the news. "Oh, shit."
Pictures of Bulma and Vegeta were being broadcast across the nation as Yamcha's killer.
---
Well, ok, so there's a little cliffy!! Hope you liked this chapter! Of course, R/R, people!! I don't like getting no reviews for the last chapter!! *sobs* (no, that's not a lemony thing, you perverts!! lol) Anyway, I'll try to get the next chapter out in the next couple of days (probably Tuesday or something, but I'm not sure... maybe Wednesday?)
Come back, my wonderful readers, and R/R!! I've only got three chapters and an epilogue to write!!
Anyway, let me know if you liked the spaced out version better (I think I do!)
.:Angel:.