Mail order Bulma
Chapter 3
Getting to know you
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ cuz if I did I would've made Vegeta for myself.
"Oh hell no!!" The King gaped "You can't do that" He fidgeted nervously.
"Why not father" His son asked smirking.
He had to think quick. He was trying to find the secret to immortality and he had a guy that was supposed to report back to him tonight and the King would be ready for Vegeta tomorrow. 'Damn, I've been working on beating this little brat for too long I can't let him beat me now'
"I… It's in the laws. Yeah that's it. Article 3 line 285. It specifically says that a King and a Prince cannot fight until the ordained day. So that gives me another day." He was lying but he knew that no one would challenge him.
"It doesn't matter how long you try to stall… I'm still going to kill you eventually."
"We'll see." The King mumbled. "On with the tournament!!!"
Bulma watched in fascination as the greatest warriors in all the land fought each other in the name of honor. Some people would fight over unpaid debts, quarrels, and even mates. Chichi had grabbed Kakkarot's arm tightly as she watched many a person get wounded or die in the fight.
After the tournament, They were flown back to the castle. This time the girls were used to it so they didn't struggle as much. When they got back to the castle Kakkarot brought Chichi to her room (they didn't do anything hentais… yet) and Vegeta brought Bulma back to her room.
She had fallen asleep in his arms and had snuggled closely to him in the process. He laid her down on the bed and watched the moon's rays shine on her face.
'Kami she's beautiful. Hey wait a minute. What brought that on?' He reached out to touch her face and gently ran his fingers over her lips.
"Mmm Vegeta." She moaned sleepily.
'What brought that on? Why is she saying my name? Unless…"
"Yes little onna. Sleep." He leaned to kiss her lips and he gently touched his to hers and Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him in shock. She gasped and she opened her mouth slightly giving him the opportunity to explore her more. Her hand went to his face when she realized who it was. She closed her eyes and leaned in. Her hands were in his hair then and he gently kneaded her breasts through her shirt. Kami she's beautiful. Noo what am I saying. He quickly backed away and looked at her with a confused expression. His face then went into that normal stony mode.
"Wha…Why…" She stammered.
"Hush onna. I know I am good but you don't have to stutter." He smirked.
She grew red. "Whatever Vegeta. Come sit and talk to me."
"The great Saiyan no Ouji doesn't talk… He orders."
"Oh shut up and sit down"
He complied.
"Tell me about yourself" She sat up, crossed her legs, set her hands on her knees, and rested her head on her head.
"What do you want to know onna"
"What do you look for in a wife?"
"I don't particularly want a wife so I never thought of what I'd look for. I have an idea though, someone obedient, beautiful, and smart. That rules you out completely."
"Fuck off your jackassed-ness"
"The only thing I'll fuck is you and trust me you'll get that soon enough."
She warmed with anticipation. She looked down quickly, missing his smirk. Kami she could still feel his kiss, his hands…"
"Umm yeah Vegeta. So anyways. What are you going to do about your father tomorrow. He claims he's going to kill you and from the tournament to day it sounds as though he has something up his sleeve."
"He probably does but he'll still die." He crossed his arms.
"What happens if he beats you."
"It's not like he will but if he does he gets to keep the thrown and I either die or I get exiled."
"Dang… That's bad. I'm sorry" she yawned tiredly. "Vegeta come and lay by me and keep me company." She laid on one side of the bed. And pulled him down onto the other.
"Onna I have no time for this."
"Please Vegeta" she pleaded tiredly.
"Yeah whatever. But I'm only doing this for a couple of hours." He lay by her and she inched closer to him… content.
"He will die. No man shall beat me, especially not a little retard like him. His mother was the same way as him. That's why I killed her stupid ass. Like mother… like son"
Hey ya'll I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever. I have to get surgery. I have a hole in my heart. It sux badly. Well thank you everyone for the reviews. Writing is my way to get away from life and it's troubles. Heh. Anyway keep reviewing!!!!
Thanx =D PenMaster
Chapter 3
Getting to know you
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ cuz if I did I would've made Vegeta for myself.
"Oh hell no!!" The King gaped "You can't do that" He fidgeted nervously.
"Why not father" His son asked smirking.
He had to think quick. He was trying to find the secret to immortality and he had a guy that was supposed to report back to him tonight and the King would be ready for Vegeta tomorrow. 'Damn, I've been working on beating this little brat for too long I can't let him beat me now'
"I… It's in the laws. Yeah that's it. Article 3 line 285. It specifically says that a King and a Prince cannot fight until the ordained day. So that gives me another day." He was lying but he knew that no one would challenge him.
"It doesn't matter how long you try to stall… I'm still going to kill you eventually."
"We'll see." The King mumbled. "On with the tournament!!!"
Bulma watched in fascination as the greatest warriors in all the land fought each other in the name of honor. Some people would fight over unpaid debts, quarrels, and even mates. Chichi had grabbed Kakkarot's arm tightly as she watched many a person get wounded or die in the fight.
After the tournament, They were flown back to the castle. This time the girls were used to it so they didn't struggle as much. When they got back to the castle Kakkarot brought Chichi to her room (they didn't do anything hentais… yet) and Vegeta brought Bulma back to her room.
She had fallen asleep in his arms and had snuggled closely to him in the process. He laid her down on the bed and watched the moon's rays shine on her face.
'Kami she's beautiful. Hey wait a minute. What brought that on?' He reached out to touch her face and gently ran his fingers over her lips.
"Mmm Vegeta." She moaned sleepily.
'What brought that on? Why is she saying my name? Unless…"
"Yes little onna. Sleep." He leaned to kiss her lips and he gently touched his to hers and Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him in shock. She gasped and she opened her mouth slightly giving him the opportunity to explore her more. Her hand went to his face when she realized who it was. She closed her eyes and leaned in. Her hands were in his hair then and he gently kneaded her breasts through her shirt. Kami she's beautiful. Noo what am I saying. He quickly backed away and looked at her with a confused expression. His face then went into that normal stony mode.
"Wha…Why…" She stammered.
"Hush onna. I know I am good but you don't have to stutter." He smirked.
She grew red. "Whatever Vegeta. Come sit and talk to me."
"The great Saiyan no Ouji doesn't talk… He orders."
"Oh shut up and sit down"
He complied.
"Tell me about yourself" She sat up, crossed her legs, set her hands on her knees, and rested her head on her head.
"What do you want to know onna"
"What do you look for in a wife?"
"I don't particularly want a wife so I never thought of what I'd look for. I have an idea though, someone obedient, beautiful, and smart. That rules you out completely."
"Fuck off your jackassed-ness"
"The only thing I'll fuck is you and trust me you'll get that soon enough."
She warmed with anticipation. She looked down quickly, missing his smirk. Kami she could still feel his kiss, his hands…"
"Umm yeah Vegeta. So anyways. What are you going to do about your father tomorrow. He claims he's going to kill you and from the tournament to day it sounds as though he has something up his sleeve."
"He probably does but he'll still die." He crossed his arms.
"What happens if he beats you."
"It's not like he will but if he does he gets to keep the thrown and I either die or I get exiled."
"Dang… That's bad. I'm sorry" she yawned tiredly. "Vegeta come and lay by me and keep me company." She laid on one side of the bed. And pulled him down onto the other.
"Onna I have no time for this."
"Please Vegeta" she pleaded tiredly.
"Yeah whatever. But I'm only doing this for a couple of hours." He lay by her and she inched closer to him… content.
"He will die. No man shall beat me, especially not a little retard like him. His mother was the same way as him. That's why I killed her stupid ass. Like mother… like son"
Hey ya'll I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever. I have to get surgery. I have a hole in my heart. It sux badly. Well thank you everyone for the reviews. Writing is my way to get away from life and it's troubles. Heh. Anyway keep reviewing!!!!
Thanx =D PenMaster