...........................................................................................LITTLE BLACK DRESS
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The only person more surprised at not waking up alone than Bulma was Vejita, who had been sure to set his mental alarm clock extra early, as he was not looking forward to facing the 'woman' first thing in the morning. Especially THIS morning. Careful not to wake the girl curled up beside him, he slowly rose up from the small couch in the media room. He smirked as the previous night's events flooded back into his mind. The television blared static. Bulma hadn't even bothered to turn off the movie.
Vejita walked slowly on his way to the kitchen, relieved that he didn't have to face Bulma's nosy mother. Their impromptu vacation was becoming more rewarding with each minute. In his relaxed and somewhat drowsy state, he didn't notice another ki in the kitchen until he was face to face with Goku, who sat at the kitchen counter, twiddling his thumbs patiently. The other Saiyan eyed Vejita's bare chest and sleepy persona suspiciously.
"Whoa," he marveled, his sensitive nostrils flaring. "What have YOU been doing?"
The prince scowled, just noticing the heavy scent of Bulma and...something else that still lingered in the air around him. "What the hell are you doing here, Kakkarott? I would have thought that you were still hiding at your house, cowering in fear."
"Oh, that was last night. I'm fine now," Goku said easily, brushing it off. "What DID happen last night? I hope its not what I'm thinking..."
"And what if it is?" Vejita tuned him out and began searching through the fridge, his Saiyan stomach cramping with hunger. "Where do they keep their damned food around here, anyway?!"
By the time Goku had thought of a reply, Vejita had found a package of bacon and pulled himself away from the fridge. Goku was suprised in spite of himself as he watched Vejita expertly slam a pan on the stove, obviously pissed off at the prospect of having to cook for himself, and turn the fire on full blast, his eyes momentarily lighting up at the resulting burst of flame. He watched him for a few minutes, thinking of how he could phrase his comment in a way that wouldn't result in his getting attacked again. He had a feeling that he was about to be unsuccessful.
"You know, rape is illegal in this country," he said, as if he were relating the weather. Vejita, however, hardly even looked up from his food, much to his relief. "Vejita--did you hear me?"
"Believe me, I did not rape your precious little friend," Vejita snapped. "Are the mental pictures bothering you?"
Goku furrowed his eyebrows, considering this. "A little. Its more that I'm worried about Bulma. I just...I guess I don't really understand why she decided to...uh--yeah, so soon after you, well, attacked her."
"You're jealous, you idiot--admit it."
"I am NOT!" Goku exclaimed incredulously. "I have a wife and a kid, Vejita, remember? I love them more than anything in the entire world. Bulma is my best friend, not my girlfriend."
"How touching," Vejita retorted, taking the frying food from the pan with his bare hands. "Its nice to know that your life is so great. Now, are you going to tell me why you're here or not?"
"Well, at first I came to keep Bulma company. With you always training in your gravity room, it'll probably get pretty lonely around here," Goku explained. Slowly, an impish grin came over his face. "I guess coming was pointless, considering how much 'training' you two have been doing lately."
Vejita finished off his breakfast hurriedly, not even bothering to wash the pan. "Believe me, Kakkarott, nothing interferes with my training. Besides, you shouldn't be talking, your ki hasn't risen in at least two weeks."
"Really?" Goku scratched the back of his head, his cheeks a bit red. "Well, Gohan's been keeping me busy lately. He wants to train with me now."
"Sounds annoying." Vejita stood and started on his way to the gravity room, ignoring Goku as he jumped from his chair and jogged behind him. "You aren't humoring the little shithead, are you?"
"Of course I am! It's my job as his father. Besides, I enjoy spending time with my son."
Vejita snorted and stopped in front of the gravity room, opening the door. "You'd better get lost, Kakkarott, I don't feel like putting up with you today." Goku flinched as the door was slammed in his face and locked, not really surprised at Vejita's behavior.
"Good morning to you also, Vejita," he said to himself. Shaking his head at the latest turn of events, he turned and headed home, his mind reeling.
Bulma, unlike Vejita, was spared the shock of finding herself waking up with somebody else. Sitting up slowly, she stretched her arms and yawned lazily. Realizing that she was flashing nobody in particuluar, she smiled a bit and pulled her robe around her body. The total realization what had happened was lost to her in her sleepy state. Yet, as her mind got sharper, it was swiftly coming upon her.
Falling back into the chair, Bulma let loose a deep sigh, squeezing her pretty blue eyes shut as she thought. Granted, at the moment, having sexual relations with the handsome Saiyan Prince had seemed like an extremely appealing idea, but now, the infamous 'morning after', she was beginning to doubt the wisdom of the impulsive action. Who was to say, after getting what he wanted, that Vejita would choose to remain intimate with her? It seemed like too much to hope for now. Bulma ran her fingers through her tousled hair and hurried out of the media room, the atmosphere of which was addling her brain, apparently.
When she passed by the kitchen, she was certain that Vejita was awake and probably training, as he had left a greasy pan that had most likely contained bacon in the sink. Shaking her head, she continued on her way to her room, craving a warm shower and the sensation of freshly-shampooed hair. She shed her robe in the hallway in front of her room, not really caring about her exposed flesh, considering that no one was present to see her, and hastened to get into her shower.
She exceeded her usual fifteen minutes, and by the time she had forced herself back out into the chilly air, her fingers had begun to wrinkle. Wrapping a towel around her head and body, she set about making herself presentable again, humming under her breath merrily.
Her reflection in her vanity mirror gazed back her steadily, the twinkling blue eyes staring back at her. For the first time in a while, Bulma refrained from her usual cruel self-examination and instead hastened to make up her face and blow out her hair. She finished her casual look with a swipe of lip gloss, a pair of black sweatpants, and a belly-baring tank top that she hadn't worn since high school. Normal once again, Bulma hurried out of her room and down the stairs, eager to fill her empty stomach.
Something outside of the picture windows caught her attention as she bounded down the stairs--something white and glittering in the early morning sun. Bulma rushed to the front door and flung it open, her eyes wide in anticipation of what she instinctively knew she would find there.
The first snow of the season had been a heavy one. It covered everything, covering the ugly, bare autumn earth with a blanket of the stuff. Bulma, having always loved winter, stepped outside, bare feet and all. Standing in the middle of the snow-covered driveway, she threw up her hands and twirled about in place, marveling in the beautiful weather. Tiny snowflakes, remnants of the previous night's storm, swirled down to Earth, coming to rest in her loose hair and on her lashes. Her lips curved into a content smile, and a little giggle floated out into the frozen air.
Vejita, on his way from the gravity room to his beloved weight machine downstairs, just so happened to glance out the window at this private moment of Bulma's, and stopped to observe her odd behavior for a moment. He had known before that she loved winter, but he hadn't realized just how much until now, as he watched her outside in the snow with her inadequate attire and bare feet. Then the fact that perhaps it wasn't the weather that had made her so happy, but something else, occured to him, and he clenched the band of his basketball shorts uncomfortably. Commitment had never seemed so intimidating before.
"Stupid woman," he growled under his breath. "Even Kakkarott wouldn't do that."
Though it was the last thing he wanted to do, he tore his eyes away from the girl and stormed off, forcing his mind to focus on his training rather than the only girl who had ever been able to divert his attention away from his training for even a moment.
Somewhere far away from Capsule Corps. and all of the associated high drama, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs resided peacefully at their resort hotel, reveling in their newfound peace. Mrs. Briefs, however, had something nagging at the back of her mind, something that was begging for recognition. She turned to her dozing husband, who stirred himself awake as he felt her eyes on him.
"I do hope that Bulma and Vejita are getting along alright," she said softly, fingering the hem of her khaki capris. "I was so worried about leaving those two alone, the way they've been acting lately."
Dr. Briefs smiled at his wife warmly. "I wouldn't worry if I were you, dear. Vejita may be unpredictable at times, but he would never, well...advance on Bulma, I don't think. He's a rather private person, you know."
Mrs. Briefs, unaware of how ironic her husband's comment was, returned his smile and took his hand, her weary, somewhat arthritic fingers threading through his. "You're always so sensible, honey. With that off my mind, I think I can stop worrying now."
The two seniors settled back into their seats, Dr. Briefs dozing off again, and Mrs. Briefs thumbing absently through her homemaking magazine, both enjoying their momentary relaxation.
Bulma found Vejita furiously working away in the aerobics room later that day, using several bar-bells at once, as the ones selling were nowhere near heavy enough to give the arrogant prince even a light workout. She stood in the doorway and watched him for a moment before making her presence known.
"By now, I would think that you've done enough training to drive Goku down into the ground," she said quietly, crossing her arms and approaching him slowly. He did not stop his exercise as she spoke. "Don't you think?"
"What I think and what is real is nowhere near similar enough to satisfy me," he replied.
"I'd have to agree with you on that, I hate to admit." Bulma selected a weight of her own, a mere five pounds, and lifted it half-heartedly, curling her arm with the weight towards herself. "You're both so disgustingly strong, I don't see how much of a difference its going to make."
"Don't be thick. You know that it makes a hell of a difference, woman."
Bulma's brows snapped together. "So now we're back to our original level of hostility? I would think that you would at least call me by my name, considering the fact that Yamcha has a REAL reason to hate you now."
Vejita tossed his weights into one of the mirrored walls, hardly satisfied with the resulting smashing of glass. Shards of the mirror flew about the room, slicing not only bits of his skin, but Bulma's as well. She flinched, wincing in pain as she regarded her minor cuts. Vejita regretted his loss of control over his anger when she looked back up at him, her sapphire eyes wide. In a hasty effort to make up for this action, he offered a crooked half-smile.
"Hey, BULMA, what's up? Isn't it a fucking BEAUTIFUL day?!"
Bulma laughed in spite of herself. "Nix what I said--kindness doesn't suit you."
"Kakkarott attempted to pay you a visit this morning." Vejita's eyes were serious. "He made an ass of himself, as usual."
"And...you told him?"
"Maybe."
Bulma rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead in exasperation. "Oh Kami, I hope that you broke it to him gently, because by the time I see him again some pretty grisly ideas are going to start forming in his mind."
Vejita smirked. "That sounds amusing. The dumbass thinks I raped you. Apparently he hasn't discovered the fact that you're an evil little slut yet. If only he could discover some of the things I have."
"Ass," Bulma said, throwing her weight into the very same mirror Vejita had thrown his, shattering the remaining pieces. When she looked back at Vejita, a mischevious smile had lit up her face. "Speaking of ass..."
With a snort of amusement, Vejita stood and brushed past Bulma and out of the room, but not without replying with a sarcastic comment first. "Speaking of ass, shove yours back into your pants, woman, I've seen enough to last me a lifetime."
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(A/N): There you go, Stef-Chan, another scene in the aerobics room. I put them there just for you, so that means that you have to update "A Shoulder To Lean On" AND "Miss Ice Princess" (Yay, a high school fic! God knows yours will end up better than mine, you evil little writer!). I WAS gonna put some more physical intimacy into that last scene, but when I tried it, it just didn't flow right. Sorry! Don't expect another update for a few more days, I'm gonna busy around the holidays. I always am! There might be a Christmas scene in the last chapter of this fic, which is only a few chapters away....didn't think I was gonna end it without some more drama, did ya? Well, PLEASE remember to review! Happy Thanksgiving! Ja ne!
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.........................................................................................................................Rhapsody~*
The only person more surprised at not waking up alone than Bulma was Vejita, who had been sure to set his mental alarm clock extra early, as he was not looking forward to facing the 'woman' first thing in the morning. Especially THIS morning. Careful not to wake the girl curled up beside him, he slowly rose up from the small couch in the media room. He smirked as the previous night's events flooded back into his mind. The television blared static. Bulma hadn't even bothered to turn off the movie.
Vejita walked slowly on his way to the kitchen, relieved that he didn't have to face Bulma's nosy mother. Their impromptu vacation was becoming more rewarding with each minute. In his relaxed and somewhat drowsy state, he didn't notice another ki in the kitchen until he was face to face with Goku, who sat at the kitchen counter, twiddling his thumbs patiently. The other Saiyan eyed Vejita's bare chest and sleepy persona suspiciously.
"Whoa," he marveled, his sensitive nostrils flaring. "What have YOU been doing?"
The prince scowled, just noticing the heavy scent of Bulma and...something else that still lingered in the air around him. "What the hell are you doing here, Kakkarott? I would have thought that you were still hiding at your house, cowering in fear."
"Oh, that was last night. I'm fine now," Goku said easily, brushing it off. "What DID happen last night? I hope its not what I'm thinking..."
"And what if it is?" Vejita tuned him out and began searching through the fridge, his Saiyan stomach cramping with hunger. "Where do they keep their damned food around here, anyway?!"
By the time Goku had thought of a reply, Vejita had found a package of bacon and pulled himself away from the fridge. Goku was suprised in spite of himself as he watched Vejita expertly slam a pan on the stove, obviously pissed off at the prospect of having to cook for himself, and turn the fire on full blast, his eyes momentarily lighting up at the resulting burst of flame. He watched him for a few minutes, thinking of how he could phrase his comment in a way that wouldn't result in his getting attacked again. He had a feeling that he was about to be unsuccessful.
"You know, rape is illegal in this country," he said, as if he were relating the weather. Vejita, however, hardly even looked up from his food, much to his relief. "Vejita--did you hear me?"
"Believe me, I did not rape your precious little friend," Vejita snapped. "Are the mental pictures bothering you?"
Goku furrowed his eyebrows, considering this. "A little. Its more that I'm worried about Bulma. I just...I guess I don't really understand why she decided to...uh--yeah, so soon after you, well, attacked her."
"You're jealous, you idiot--admit it."
"I am NOT!" Goku exclaimed incredulously. "I have a wife and a kid, Vejita, remember? I love them more than anything in the entire world. Bulma is my best friend, not my girlfriend."
"How touching," Vejita retorted, taking the frying food from the pan with his bare hands. "Its nice to know that your life is so great. Now, are you going to tell me why you're here or not?"
"Well, at first I came to keep Bulma company. With you always training in your gravity room, it'll probably get pretty lonely around here," Goku explained. Slowly, an impish grin came over his face. "I guess coming was pointless, considering how much 'training' you two have been doing lately."
Vejita finished off his breakfast hurriedly, not even bothering to wash the pan. "Believe me, Kakkarott, nothing interferes with my training. Besides, you shouldn't be talking, your ki hasn't risen in at least two weeks."
"Really?" Goku scratched the back of his head, his cheeks a bit red. "Well, Gohan's been keeping me busy lately. He wants to train with me now."
"Sounds annoying." Vejita stood and started on his way to the gravity room, ignoring Goku as he jumped from his chair and jogged behind him. "You aren't humoring the little shithead, are you?"
"Of course I am! It's my job as his father. Besides, I enjoy spending time with my son."
Vejita snorted and stopped in front of the gravity room, opening the door. "You'd better get lost, Kakkarott, I don't feel like putting up with you today." Goku flinched as the door was slammed in his face and locked, not really surprised at Vejita's behavior.
"Good morning to you also, Vejita," he said to himself. Shaking his head at the latest turn of events, he turned and headed home, his mind reeling.
Bulma, unlike Vejita, was spared the shock of finding herself waking up with somebody else. Sitting up slowly, she stretched her arms and yawned lazily. Realizing that she was flashing nobody in particuluar, she smiled a bit and pulled her robe around her body. The total realization what had happened was lost to her in her sleepy state. Yet, as her mind got sharper, it was swiftly coming upon her.
Falling back into the chair, Bulma let loose a deep sigh, squeezing her pretty blue eyes shut as she thought. Granted, at the moment, having sexual relations with the handsome Saiyan Prince had seemed like an extremely appealing idea, but now, the infamous 'morning after', she was beginning to doubt the wisdom of the impulsive action. Who was to say, after getting what he wanted, that Vejita would choose to remain intimate with her? It seemed like too much to hope for now. Bulma ran her fingers through her tousled hair and hurried out of the media room, the atmosphere of which was addling her brain, apparently.
When she passed by the kitchen, she was certain that Vejita was awake and probably training, as he had left a greasy pan that had most likely contained bacon in the sink. Shaking her head, she continued on her way to her room, craving a warm shower and the sensation of freshly-shampooed hair. She shed her robe in the hallway in front of her room, not really caring about her exposed flesh, considering that no one was present to see her, and hastened to get into her shower.
She exceeded her usual fifteen minutes, and by the time she had forced herself back out into the chilly air, her fingers had begun to wrinkle. Wrapping a towel around her head and body, she set about making herself presentable again, humming under her breath merrily.
Her reflection in her vanity mirror gazed back her steadily, the twinkling blue eyes staring back at her. For the first time in a while, Bulma refrained from her usual cruel self-examination and instead hastened to make up her face and blow out her hair. She finished her casual look with a swipe of lip gloss, a pair of black sweatpants, and a belly-baring tank top that she hadn't worn since high school. Normal once again, Bulma hurried out of her room and down the stairs, eager to fill her empty stomach.
Something outside of the picture windows caught her attention as she bounded down the stairs--something white and glittering in the early morning sun. Bulma rushed to the front door and flung it open, her eyes wide in anticipation of what she instinctively knew she would find there.
The first snow of the season had been a heavy one. It covered everything, covering the ugly, bare autumn earth with a blanket of the stuff. Bulma, having always loved winter, stepped outside, bare feet and all. Standing in the middle of the snow-covered driveway, she threw up her hands and twirled about in place, marveling in the beautiful weather. Tiny snowflakes, remnants of the previous night's storm, swirled down to Earth, coming to rest in her loose hair and on her lashes. Her lips curved into a content smile, and a little giggle floated out into the frozen air.
Vejita, on his way from the gravity room to his beloved weight machine downstairs, just so happened to glance out the window at this private moment of Bulma's, and stopped to observe her odd behavior for a moment. He had known before that she loved winter, but he hadn't realized just how much until now, as he watched her outside in the snow with her inadequate attire and bare feet. Then the fact that perhaps it wasn't the weather that had made her so happy, but something else, occured to him, and he clenched the band of his basketball shorts uncomfortably. Commitment had never seemed so intimidating before.
"Stupid woman," he growled under his breath. "Even Kakkarott wouldn't do that."
Though it was the last thing he wanted to do, he tore his eyes away from the girl and stormed off, forcing his mind to focus on his training rather than the only girl who had ever been able to divert his attention away from his training for even a moment.
Somewhere far away from Capsule Corps. and all of the associated high drama, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs resided peacefully at their resort hotel, reveling in their newfound peace. Mrs. Briefs, however, had something nagging at the back of her mind, something that was begging for recognition. She turned to her dozing husband, who stirred himself awake as he felt her eyes on him.
"I do hope that Bulma and Vejita are getting along alright," she said softly, fingering the hem of her khaki capris. "I was so worried about leaving those two alone, the way they've been acting lately."
Dr. Briefs smiled at his wife warmly. "I wouldn't worry if I were you, dear. Vejita may be unpredictable at times, but he would never, well...advance on Bulma, I don't think. He's a rather private person, you know."
Mrs. Briefs, unaware of how ironic her husband's comment was, returned his smile and took his hand, her weary, somewhat arthritic fingers threading through his. "You're always so sensible, honey. With that off my mind, I think I can stop worrying now."
The two seniors settled back into their seats, Dr. Briefs dozing off again, and Mrs. Briefs thumbing absently through her homemaking magazine, both enjoying their momentary relaxation.
Bulma found Vejita furiously working away in the aerobics room later that day, using several bar-bells at once, as the ones selling were nowhere near heavy enough to give the arrogant prince even a light workout. She stood in the doorway and watched him for a moment before making her presence known.
"By now, I would think that you've done enough training to drive Goku down into the ground," she said quietly, crossing her arms and approaching him slowly. He did not stop his exercise as she spoke. "Don't you think?"
"What I think and what is real is nowhere near similar enough to satisfy me," he replied.
"I'd have to agree with you on that, I hate to admit." Bulma selected a weight of her own, a mere five pounds, and lifted it half-heartedly, curling her arm with the weight towards herself. "You're both so disgustingly strong, I don't see how much of a difference its going to make."
"Don't be thick. You know that it makes a hell of a difference, woman."
Bulma's brows snapped together. "So now we're back to our original level of hostility? I would think that you would at least call me by my name, considering the fact that Yamcha has a REAL reason to hate you now."
Vejita tossed his weights into one of the mirrored walls, hardly satisfied with the resulting smashing of glass. Shards of the mirror flew about the room, slicing not only bits of his skin, but Bulma's as well. She flinched, wincing in pain as she regarded her minor cuts. Vejita regretted his loss of control over his anger when she looked back up at him, her sapphire eyes wide. In a hasty effort to make up for this action, he offered a crooked half-smile.
"Hey, BULMA, what's up? Isn't it a fucking BEAUTIFUL day?!"
Bulma laughed in spite of herself. "Nix what I said--kindness doesn't suit you."
"Kakkarott attempted to pay you a visit this morning." Vejita's eyes were serious. "He made an ass of himself, as usual."
"And...you told him?"
"Maybe."
Bulma rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead in exasperation. "Oh Kami, I hope that you broke it to him gently, because by the time I see him again some pretty grisly ideas are going to start forming in his mind."
Vejita smirked. "That sounds amusing. The dumbass thinks I raped you. Apparently he hasn't discovered the fact that you're an evil little slut yet. If only he could discover some of the things I have."
"Ass," Bulma said, throwing her weight into the very same mirror Vejita had thrown his, shattering the remaining pieces. When she looked back at Vejita, a mischevious smile had lit up her face. "Speaking of ass..."
With a snort of amusement, Vejita stood and brushed past Bulma and out of the room, but not without replying with a sarcastic comment first. "Speaking of ass, shove yours back into your pants, woman, I've seen enough to last me a lifetime."
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(A/N): There you go, Stef-Chan, another scene in the aerobics room. I put them there just for you, so that means that you have to update "A Shoulder To Lean On" AND "Miss Ice Princess" (Yay, a high school fic! God knows yours will end up better than mine, you evil little writer!). I WAS gonna put some more physical intimacy into that last scene, but when I tried it, it just didn't flow right. Sorry! Don't expect another update for a few more days, I'm gonna busy around the holidays. I always am! There might be a Christmas scene in the last chapter of this fic, which is only a few chapters away....didn't think I was gonna end it without some more drama, did ya? Well, PLEASE remember to review! Happy Thanksgiving! Ja ne!
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