Disclaimer: I have a deal with the Devil.......He get's my
soul......and I get DBZ.. The jokes on him.......I don't
have a soul...........:laughs evilly:
Replys:
Vegeta's Toy: lol.....yeah, and now I am updating again..
...I had another ficci, but apparently someone took
exception to it and reported.....for some reason.....and
ff.n deleted it stating I had committed a infraction....
just didn't tell me what.......oh, well......I'll just
concentrate on this one ......and when I'm done I'll do
another. sakura-chan: :smirks: are you threatning the
Woogster? I have a Saiyan Prince....and I know how to use
him! Yeah, Bulma can be mean like that....thanks for
stopping in! Vegeta's Mate: :snorts:You wish ! Vegeta's
MY Mate. :cat fight ensues: And take that.....and one of
those ......and a couple of these......:crowd glares and
mumbles for the two to get on with it:........um.....
we'll finish this later! Thanks for coming and the lemon
is coming but I will be providing some citris goodness
today....:smirks:, Speedy: Yeah, I rather liked that part
too! Thanks for reviewing! (crazy_for_dingos222): s'k, as
long as you get around to it it's cool. Yeah, I would love
to have a bathroom like that too. Glad you see the whole
honor thing my way! Thanks! Yes, a wet Vegeta is definatly
a goooooood Vegeta, and that's why I will be trying to get
him in the water as much as posible. :smirks:
dvegetagurl15: lol, thanks for stoping by....there will be
more 'hot bod' moments as we progress. Yoshi: Thankyou,
and here it is. Flamekaat: Heeeyyyyy! That's cheating....
come on go and review the others...even if just a one word
review saying you did it.:blinks: Gees, I'm getting whiney.
Thanks, and I thought it was funny....I figured everyone
would pick up on it with out having to be graphic. :smiles:
:big pleading eyes: Please review each and every chappie!
:Sigh, a beggy whiner.....I'm hopeless:. Vegetas_Bitch79:
:blinks: Whoa!.......Thanks! Yep, naked wet Vegeta.......
cool tatto!
:Squeals: LADY DS: You have honored me with your presence.
:BIG HUGGLEZ: Thanks ever so! :smirks: Mirai's right! I
meant the flamers. I like complete bakas like you! :hugs
reassuringly: I see you brought mMirai too, :looks at Mirai
and smirks evily: LOL, yeah it's what we say.....:smirks:
.....even if we don't mean it! :snorts: Was speach beyond
you in that chappie? LOL, economy size conditioner.....
:chuckles: I like that.....lol. Yeah, everyone seemed to
like the 'that's blue too' comment. :does happy dance: I
have scared Mirai for life......LOL......serves him right
for tell Geta a lie in the first place! Thankyou, again,
ever sooooooooooooo much for coming and reading and
reviewing my ficci Lady DS......You are just too cool!
Now.......:cough....cough:......when are YOU gonna update?
Cause I just Can't wait too see if Picci reaches Josie in
time.......and I just gotta find out who's sneaking up on
Gohan! :pulls at hair: the suspense is killing me! Ya,
know it's really not that funny......stop laughing at me
Lady DS. You know, you could be puting all that energy
towards updating "2 Girls, A Namek, And A HalfSaiyan"...
:winks:....see ya next time Lady DS, gonna go tell the
story now.
Content: Listen you..........!
/thinking/, "speaking"
Chapter 6 'Plan', and a side of Zest...make it 3, please!!!
Dr. Briefs, after realizing his baby had slept in, had
gone to personally fetch her from her room to assist him
on a crucial project for the company. His darling daughter
had a unique way of looking at things and was often a great
help when he would find himself at a brick wall and in need
of a new perspective. And, sure enough, his little princess
had taken all of 10 minutes to look over the problem and
get him headed in a more productive direction. He was SOOO
proud of her! And happy to be lost in his work again, he
hadn't taken noticed when his daughter smiled, shook her
head, and headed out to parts unknown.
After Bulma had assisted her father with the project he
was working on she headed down to her lab, to do some
'work' of her own. She set about on her computer to
initiate the first wave of her 'plan'. She accessed the
local web, and proceeded to post bulletins on every message
board available as well as leaveing notice in all the chat
rooms.
Having done that she sent notice to any and all employers,
including his current one, to make them aware of the 'kind
of person' that he was and just why he was not a good
candidate for any employment. Of course, she did this in
a very professional manner so it would be taken seriously
.....and of course hid her true identity....so as not to
have C.C. touched by any kind of corporate scandal.
Upon completion of the first wave of her 'plan', she
called up HER friends and scheduled a private meeting
for later that evening to find where they stood on the
issue. And to let them in on her 'plan', and enlist their
help. She was so excited to get it started and utterly
destroy him. (a/n: Bulma has succumbed to the darkside..
..tsk, tsk.....lol).
Mean while in a universe far, far ..............across the
hall.....and um, in the GT. A Saiyan Prince was beating
the hell out of himself ........while contemplating a Blue
Goddess.......and how she made him feel.
/Why does the Woman plegue me so!?.......What was I
thinking staying while she showered!?....Am I ever going
to be able to shower in peace again?/
He destroyes the last of the current training bots that are
available,and moves on to stationary targot practice.....
which he destroys in two seconds. Growling at the loss of
suitable training material he decides to shower and fly off
to meditate.
Striping off his training shorts he climbs into the GT's
shower. As the hot water hits his body the memories hit his
mind.
*memmorie*
He remembered watching her trek from the sink to the shower,
he was mesmerized by the gentle sway of her hips and the
subtle bounce of her full breast that jiggled ever so with
each step she took. He watched Bulma adjusts the water
tempertature to her liking and reaches for her favorite soap
and begin to lather it up.......
/How can she not know I am here.....the water is ON.....and
she changed the temperature......I wonder what she's
thinking that could distract her so?/
.....he followed her delicate hands as they made their way
across her flesh. The soap covered well known territory...
...down her throat.....across the upper plane of her chest..
.....over and around delicate shoulders.....dipping back
down to slip through the valley between her breasts....doubling
back to cover the ample mounds themselves........down again
to dance over her stomach and sides in a lazy waltz.....a
little acrabatic excersize in reaching her back...her rear
is then given a little attention before......it swoops back
around to the front and dives down again to pay homage at
the alter that is the gentler sex.....then each leg is fairly
massaged and then each delicate foot is housed in a sudsy
slipper. Mouth dry he watches as she retires the bar before
following the same path all over with her bare hands as she
rinses clean. His eyes bulge a bit when she takes up washing
her hair, causeing her breast to bounce and jiggle
considerably, and is treated to the same show as she......
rinses, repeats.....and does nearly the same thing with the
conditioner.....only here it's mostly a rinse show. Body
burning with desire he watches as she steps out to towel
off, although she is facing away as she drys off he zeros
in on her rear as it shakes and wags a bit with her efforts
......then abruptly .....she bends over and the view that
he was previously enjoying improved by leeps and bounds....
/OH, GODS!....../
....and he thought he might just pass out.....his control
severly tested......he reached out to ground himself to
reality by touching the wall. A knock from her rooms,
startles him and he feels his heart seize up. She straitens,
grabs her robe, and leaves.......while he is left to get a
grip.....and mourn the loss of such a glorious sight.
*end memorie*
Looking down he sighs and turns off the hot water and turns
on the cold then to finish his shower. After a few minutes
he growles his frustration as he realizes this time he will
have to take matters into ...... his own hands. Reversing
the water tempature again he sets to work, his mind fixes on
the image of her naked body as she showers again in his head.
One hand bracing himself on the wall, the other he allows to
slide down his muscular chest....past his chiseled abs....to
grasp his member. With a hiss he starts stroking himself....
while his mind plays his own personal movie, staring the
Blue Goddess.
He groans softly as he remembers her hands on her breasts,
picking up his pace he closes his eyes and sees her hands
dive between her creamy thighs.....groaning again as
delicate fingers are lost to view in blue curls.....knowing
they dance over tender flesh.....he tightens his grip and
picks up the pace even more.
Feeling his release near, he allows his mind to focus on her
bent over drying her legs, he picks up the pace a final time
and strokes himself hard. With a final loud groan, his body
tightens and shudders with the force of his release. A few
more light strokes and he is spent.........and very PISSED
OFF! Growling in anger he rinse off, drys...dresses....and
heads out to meditate.
That evening in a restaurant with her closest friends
gathered around and assured of their loyalty and willingness
to assist her in the 'plan', Bulma laid out the details for
the fall of one lousy-no-good-for-nothing-two-timing-son-of
-a-bitch-of-an-ex-boyfriend.....who, everyone agreed, was
in dire need of a serious reality check as to how you treat
a woman in general...and your girlfriend inperticular.
However, as they had all tried to do this at one time or
another.....they agreed nothing short of.....well, Bulma's
'plan' would work.
Even her best friend Goku, who always strives to extend the
olive branch of peace....had seen that his old friend Yamcha
had strayed from sanity somewhere in the past....at least
that was how he saw it. He didn't understand the man's
thinking when it came to women, and he was sick and tired of
the way Yamcha treated Bulma. She was his oldest and best
friend, and while she may have been a bit spoiled in her
youth......
/....and maybe still a little now....../
.....she was a damned good person who didn't deserve the
anguish he put her through. So when Bulma called him and
told him she wanted to see him...he honestly expected the
worst...including thinking....
/.....she might acturally beg me to kill the bastard....../
Which, if he was really honest with himself....he was
thinking he might....just might do it to put him out of his
misery. He and Krillin were assigned the task of keeping
Yamcha busy for a week, tops. So, busy that he didn't have
the energy to do anything else other then eat and sleep when
he wasn't with them. In other words, keeping him training
24/7 and out of the singles loop while Bulma completed the
second wave of her 'plan'.....which according to Bulma was
a responce from all the women who were as unfortunate as she
to ever cross his path and getting the conformation of
negative possible future employment.....it all sounded evil
.....but, he was sure it was necessary....he hoped.
"Bulma, you do realize we can't kill him right? We need his
help when the androids come, you do remember the androids
are coming don't you?" Krillin asked.
Bulma merely glared at the short bald man for a few minutes.
"Yes, Krillin! I am perfectly aware that ALL of the Z
warriors will be required for the battle that's coming!"
She snapped in responce.
"Geeze, Ok. You don't have to bite my head off." He grumbled
back. To this she smacked him upside the head. "Ooooowwww!"
"That'll teach you to keep you're mouth shut. ehehhe" Oolong
just had to put his two cents worth in. This of course
earned him a glare and smack of his own. "OOOoooowwwweee!"
Krillin snickered at the obnoxious pig and grined at Goku.
Oolong and Master Roshi (who was really just along for the
chance to oogle the girls) were asigned the task of arranging
a party at an exclusive club....which when the big day came
would be packed with Yamcha's rejects....all looking for
blood....at least that's what Bulma was hoping for. The
whole thing would be taped and sent to any employer he dared
to even try to get a job with. It is to be an example, of
the low life they might be thinking of highering, showing
his natural behavior ....which translate to bad
representation of the company he would work for. And that
is just bad buisness.
Chi Chi, well she was overworked with her husband and son
....but offered moral support and a sympathetic ear for
Bulma to rant in when she needed to do a little verbal
Yamcha-bashing.
Bulma finished up a few more details with her friends then
they called it an evening. When she arrived home it was very
late and rather then check her messages she headed up to her
room to call it a night so that she could get up at the crack
of dawn to start on the second wave which would probably take
her a few days to compile....she hoped.
She was running a mental check list as she striped in her
room heading for the bathroom. She had managed to finish it
upon entering and closing the bathroom door. And was lost
in thought of the second wave as she turned towards the bath
tub. She was tense and felt a nice long soak would do her
good. She turned on the tap adjusted the temp then poured
in her favorite bubble bath. She went back to the sink and
brushed her teeth and then her hair. She put her hair up in
a loose knot on top of her head and then turned off the
water before it could get to close to overflowing the large
bath. She climbed in sunk down in to the hot depths. She
situated her self with her back to the wall with a view of
a naked Saiyan showering. She closed her eyes with a smile
as the warmth of her bath began to seep in to her muscles
and loosen them. And finaly laid her 'plan' aside for awhile
to relax a little.
/Ahhh, this feels great! Nothing like a nice bubble bath
......oh,damn....I forgot the candles!..Oh, well......I'll
just have to remember them next time./
She opened her eyes long enough to locate her loofa and see
a strong hand slide down to soap a muscular ass.
/I definately love a bubble bath with a view........ehmmmm,
Geta has a nice ass....mmmmm.......Geta?..../
Her eyes pop open and are treated to a very naked....soapy
......and very aroused....Saiyan Prince....who had been
turning around to rinse off his back.
/OH....MY....GOD!!!.....Vegeta!...Oh,my GOD...what's he
doing in here!?....Stupid question Bulma!.....How could I
not notice he was in here!?....Damn single mindedness!!...
I can't believe he hasn't noticed me yet....he....he must
be distracted...../
She took in the sight of him......his eyes closed...
/..Thank God for small favors..../
.....and his hands were busy soaping his body with
effeciancy. She let her gaze drop to his groin......and her
eyes grew to the size of saucers.
/OH..MY...GOD!!!! He's HUGE!!!.....God, Vegeta....where have
you been all my life!?!/
She wanted to giggle at that but stifled it back fearing he
would hear and come and kill her for daring to gaze upon his
naked royal person.
She heard him sigh wearly. Then he leand back against the
wall a little with his head hung down and the hot water
pouring over his shoulders and down his chest to cascade
past his throbing erection.
She watched him as he slowly grasped his lenght in his hand
and hissed as he started to stroke himself. His head leaned
back to fall against the wall, his eyes still closed tight
focused on some personal memory to stimulate himself further.
When he groaned, the sound went shooting down her spine to
strike at her core sending a shudder through her body as it
awakened to his call.
With each groan he would pick up the pace, and she noticed
he would tighten his grip just a little each time.
Her body tingled and she realized that her own hands had
found their way to her nipples and were currently amusing
themselves by playing with the hard nubs they had found.
She noticed that his hips had started a rhythm, a strong
steady rhythm to match the pace he set with hand. He was
breathing heavy, laboring to reach his release.....his free
hand had reached down between his legs and gently grasped
the sac it found there. He massaged his balls gently,
groaning again he redoubled his efforts....stroking harder
and faster.
She realized she was panting pretty hard herself and had
been moaning very softly....she then noticed that one of her
hands had abandoned a nipple and slipped down and between
her thighs to stroak at the nub it found hidden benieth blue
curls. With a slight shift she had repositioned her hand do
that she could slide to fingers inside while her thumb continued
to play with the nub it had found on it's mindless trek down.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she redoubled
her own efforts to come when he did....silently praying that
he wouldn't hear her when she did.
She could handle a fight about seeing him in the shower.....
but not one where he knew she got herself off watching him
.......getting himself off.
With a loud groan Vegeta's body stained and shuddered with his
release. Bulma bit her lip VERY hard to keep from crying out
as she came, her body clenching rhythmical to her orgasm.
And she watched him slowly milk every last drop out till his
member was completely spent, just as she contiued to tease
her clit to draw out her own pleasure.
Then with another miserable sigh he turned around and steped
back in to the water to wash away the sweat. When he was
done he steped out of the shower grabed a towel rubed his
body quickly and briskly then secured the towel around his
waist and headed into his rooms without so much as a
sidewards glance or a snide remark.
Bulma didn't realize she was holding her breath till his
door closed behind him. She wondered who he was thinking of
......she was fairly certain he didn't have a ....'mate' as
he put it....and didn't think he would know what she had
meant the one time she had taken the time to explain earths
concept of.....pre...'mated'....status, better known as the
boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.
The time honored way of test driving someone, with the
option to buy. She giggled to herself as she remembered how he
scowled at her and said that it was ridiules....then stalked off
mumbling about stupid human habits. That just made her
giggle some more.
Deciding the prune look was definatly not in, she pulled
the plug rinsed the suds off. She climbed out dryed off
then left for her own rooms and a night of ....hopefully
blissful dreams filled with a certain well endowed Saiyan
Prince.
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Ok that looks like a decent place to call it a wrap till
next time. You have to admit, while there was no actural
lemmon in this chappy it was definately full of zezty
goodness! Poor Geta, he's having a hard time keeping his
....equipment....under control. And now he's got Bulma's
attention....if only he new. :shoos off mile long line of
girls looking to assist Vegeta with his 'problem': Go on
shove off! And take that "Line starts here!" sign with
you!! Of all the nerve, some people! It's my ficcie, I'll
do the assisting, THANK YOU very much!!
soul......and I get DBZ.. The jokes on him.......I don't
have a soul...........:laughs evilly:
Replys:
Vegeta's Toy: lol.....yeah, and now I am updating again..
...I had another ficci, but apparently someone took
exception to it and reported.....for some reason.....and
ff.n deleted it stating I had committed a infraction....
just didn't tell me what.......oh, well......I'll just
concentrate on this one ......and when I'm done I'll do
another. sakura-chan: :smirks: are you threatning the
Woogster? I have a Saiyan Prince....and I know how to use
him! Yeah, Bulma can be mean like that....thanks for
stopping in! Vegeta's Mate: :snorts:You wish ! Vegeta's
MY Mate. :cat fight ensues: And take that.....and one of
those ......and a couple of these......:crowd glares and
mumbles for the two to get on with it:........um.....
we'll finish this later! Thanks for coming and the lemon
is coming but I will be providing some citris goodness
today....:smirks:, Speedy: Yeah, I rather liked that part
too! Thanks for reviewing! (crazy_for_dingos222): s'k, as
long as you get around to it it's cool. Yeah, I would love
to have a bathroom like that too. Glad you see the whole
honor thing my way! Thanks! Yes, a wet Vegeta is definatly
a goooooood Vegeta, and that's why I will be trying to get
him in the water as much as posible. :smirks:
dvegetagurl15: lol, thanks for stoping by....there will be
more 'hot bod' moments as we progress. Yoshi: Thankyou,
and here it is. Flamekaat: Heeeyyyyy! That's cheating....
come on go and review the others...even if just a one word
review saying you did it.:blinks: Gees, I'm getting whiney.
Thanks, and I thought it was funny....I figured everyone
would pick up on it with out having to be graphic. :smiles:
:big pleading eyes: Please review each and every chappie!
:Sigh, a beggy whiner.....I'm hopeless:. Vegetas_Bitch79:
:blinks: Whoa!.......Thanks! Yep, naked wet Vegeta.......
cool tatto!
:Squeals: LADY DS: You have honored me with your presence.
:BIG HUGGLEZ: Thanks ever so! :smirks: Mirai's right! I
meant the flamers. I like complete bakas like you! :hugs
reassuringly: I see you brought mMirai too, :looks at Mirai
and smirks evily: LOL, yeah it's what we say.....:smirks:
.....even if we don't mean it! :snorts: Was speach beyond
you in that chappie? LOL, economy size conditioner.....
:chuckles: I like that.....lol. Yeah, everyone seemed to
like the 'that's blue too' comment. :does happy dance: I
have scared Mirai for life......LOL......serves him right
for tell Geta a lie in the first place! Thankyou, again,
ever sooooooooooooo much for coming and reading and
reviewing my ficci Lady DS......You are just too cool!
Now.......:cough....cough:......when are YOU gonna update?
Cause I just Can't wait too see if Picci reaches Josie in
time.......and I just gotta find out who's sneaking up on
Gohan! :pulls at hair: the suspense is killing me! Ya,
know it's really not that funny......stop laughing at me
Lady DS. You know, you could be puting all that energy
towards updating "2 Girls, A Namek, And A HalfSaiyan"...
:winks:....see ya next time Lady DS, gonna go tell the
story now.
Content: Listen you..........!
/thinking/, "speaking"
Chapter 6 'Plan', and a side of Zest...make it 3, please!!!
Dr. Briefs, after realizing his baby had slept in, had
gone to personally fetch her from her room to assist him
on a crucial project for the company. His darling daughter
had a unique way of looking at things and was often a great
help when he would find himself at a brick wall and in need
of a new perspective. And, sure enough, his little princess
had taken all of 10 minutes to look over the problem and
get him headed in a more productive direction. He was SOOO
proud of her! And happy to be lost in his work again, he
hadn't taken noticed when his daughter smiled, shook her
head, and headed out to parts unknown.
After Bulma had assisted her father with the project he
was working on she headed down to her lab, to do some
'work' of her own. She set about on her computer to
initiate the first wave of her 'plan'. She accessed the
local web, and proceeded to post bulletins on every message
board available as well as leaveing notice in all the chat
rooms.
Having done that she sent notice to any and all employers,
including his current one, to make them aware of the 'kind
of person' that he was and just why he was not a good
candidate for any employment. Of course, she did this in
a very professional manner so it would be taken seriously
.....and of course hid her true identity....so as not to
have C.C. touched by any kind of corporate scandal.
Upon completion of the first wave of her 'plan', she
called up HER friends and scheduled a private meeting
for later that evening to find where they stood on the
issue. And to let them in on her 'plan', and enlist their
help. She was so excited to get it started and utterly
destroy him. (a/n: Bulma has succumbed to the darkside..
..tsk, tsk.....lol).
Mean while in a universe far, far ..............across the
hall.....and um, in the GT. A Saiyan Prince was beating
the hell out of himself ........while contemplating a Blue
Goddess.......and how she made him feel.
/Why does the Woman plegue me so!?.......What was I
thinking staying while she showered!?....Am I ever going
to be able to shower in peace again?/
He destroyes the last of the current training bots that are
available,and moves on to stationary targot practice.....
which he destroys in two seconds. Growling at the loss of
suitable training material he decides to shower and fly off
to meditate.
Striping off his training shorts he climbs into the GT's
shower. As the hot water hits his body the memories hit his
mind.
*memmorie*
He remembered watching her trek from the sink to the shower,
he was mesmerized by the gentle sway of her hips and the
subtle bounce of her full breast that jiggled ever so with
each step she took. He watched Bulma adjusts the water
tempertature to her liking and reaches for her favorite soap
and begin to lather it up.......
/How can she not know I am here.....the water is ON.....and
she changed the temperature......I wonder what she's
thinking that could distract her so?/
.....he followed her delicate hands as they made their way
across her flesh. The soap covered well known territory...
...down her throat.....across the upper plane of her chest..
.....over and around delicate shoulders.....dipping back
down to slip through the valley between her breasts....doubling
back to cover the ample mounds themselves........down again
to dance over her stomach and sides in a lazy waltz.....a
little acrabatic excersize in reaching her back...her rear
is then given a little attention before......it swoops back
around to the front and dives down again to pay homage at
the alter that is the gentler sex.....then each leg is fairly
massaged and then each delicate foot is housed in a sudsy
slipper. Mouth dry he watches as she retires the bar before
following the same path all over with her bare hands as she
rinses clean. His eyes bulge a bit when she takes up washing
her hair, causeing her breast to bounce and jiggle
considerably, and is treated to the same show as she......
rinses, repeats.....and does nearly the same thing with the
conditioner.....only here it's mostly a rinse show. Body
burning with desire he watches as she steps out to towel
off, although she is facing away as she drys off he zeros
in on her rear as it shakes and wags a bit with her efforts
......then abruptly .....she bends over and the view that
he was previously enjoying improved by leeps and bounds....
/OH, GODS!....../
....and he thought he might just pass out.....his control
severly tested......he reached out to ground himself to
reality by touching the wall. A knock from her rooms,
startles him and he feels his heart seize up. She straitens,
grabs her robe, and leaves.......while he is left to get a
grip.....and mourn the loss of such a glorious sight.
*end memorie*
Looking down he sighs and turns off the hot water and turns
on the cold then to finish his shower. After a few minutes
he growles his frustration as he realizes this time he will
have to take matters into ...... his own hands. Reversing
the water tempature again he sets to work, his mind fixes on
the image of her naked body as she showers again in his head.
One hand bracing himself on the wall, the other he allows to
slide down his muscular chest....past his chiseled abs....to
grasp his member. With a hiss he starts stroking himself....
while his mind plays his own personal movie, staring the
Blue Goddess.
He groans softly as he remembers her hands on her breasts,
picking up his pace he closes his eyes and sees her hands
dive between her creamy thighs.....groaning again as
delicate fingers are lost to view in blue curls.....knowing
they dance over tender flesh.....he tightens his grip and
picks up the pace even more.
Feeling his release near, he allows his mind to focus on her
bent over drying her legs, he picks up the pace a final time
and strokes himself hard. With a final loud groan, his body
tightens and shudders with the force of his release. A few
more light strokes and he is spent.........and very PISSED
OFF! Growling in anger he rinse off, drys...dresses....and
heads out to meditate.
That evening in a restaurant with her closest friends
gathered around and assured of their loyalty and willingness
to assist her in the 'plan', Bulma laid out the details for
the fall of one lousy-no-good-for-nothing-two-timing-son-of
-a-bitch-of-an-ex-boyfriend.....who, everyone agreed, was
in dire need of a serious reality check as to how you treat
a woman in general...and your girlfriend inperticular.
However, as they had all tried to do this at one time or
another.....they agreed nothing short of.....well, Bulma's
'plan' would work.
Even her best friend Goku, who always strives to extend the
olive branch of peace....had seen that his old friend Yamcha
had strayed from sanity somewhere in the past....at least
that was how he saw it. He didn't understand the man's
thinking when it came to women, and he was sick and tired of
the way Yamcha treated Bulma. She was his oldest and best
friend, and while she may have been a bit spoiled in her
youth......
/....and maybe still a little now....../
.....she was a damned good person who didn't deserve the
anguish he put her through. So when Bulma called him and
told him she wanted to see him...he honestly expected the
worst...including thinking....
/.....she might acturally beg me to kill the bastard....../
Which, if he was really honest with himself....he was
thinking he might....just might do it to put him out of his
misery. He and Krillin were assigned the task of keeping
Yamcha busy for a week, tops. So, busy that he didn't have
the energy to do anything else other then eat and sleep when
he wasn't with them. In other words, keeping him training
24/7 and out of the singles loop while Bulma completed the
second wave of her 'plan'.....which according to Bulma was
a responce from all the women who were as unfortunate as she
to ever cross his path and getting the conformation of
negative possible future employment.....it all sounded evil
.....but, he was sure it was necessary....he hoped.
"Bulma, you do realize we can't kill him right? We need his
help when the androids come, you do remember the androids
are coming don't you?" Krillin asked.
Bulma merely glared at the short bald man for a few minutes.
"Yes, Krillin! I am perfectly aware that ALL of the Z
warriors will be required for the battle that's coming!"
She snapped in responce.
"Geeze, Ok. You don't have to bite my head off." He grumbled
back. To this she smacked him upside the head. "Ooooowwww!"
"That'll teach you to keep you're mouth shut. ehehhe" Oolong
just had to put his two cents worth in. This of course
earned him a glare and smack of his own. "OOOoooowwwweee!"
Krillin snickered at the obnoxious pig and grined at Goku.
Oolong and Master Roshi (who was really just along for the
chance to oogle the girls) were asigned the task of arranging
a party at an exclusive club....which when the big day came
would be packed with Yamcha's rejects....all looking for
blood....at least that's what Bulma was hoping for. The
whole thing would be taped and sent to any employer he dared
to even try to get a job with. It is to be an example, of
the low life they might be thinking of highering, showing
his natural behavior ....which translate to bad
representation of the company he would work for. And that
is just bad buisness.
Chi Chi, well she was overworked with her husband and son
....but offered moral support and a sympathetic ear for
Bulma to rant in when she needed to do a little verbal
Yamcha-bashing.
Bulma finished up a few more details with her friends then
they called it an evening. When she arrived home it was very
late and rather then check her messages she headed up to her
room to call it a night so that she could get up at the crack
of dawn to start on the second wave which would probably take
her a few days to compile....she hoped.
She was running a mental check list as she striped in her
room heading for the bathroom. She had managed to finish it
upon entering and closing the bathroom door. And was lost
in thought of the second wave as she turned towards the bath
tub. She was tense and felt a nice long soak would do her
good. She turned on the tap adjusted the temp then poured
in her favorite bubble bath. She went back to the sink and
brushed her teeth and then her hair. She put her hair up in
a loose knot on top of her head and then turned off the
water before it could get to close to overflowing the large
bath. She climbed in sunk down in to the hot depths. She
situated her self with her back to the wall with a view of
a naked Saiyan showering. She closed her eyes with a smile
as the warmth of her bath began to seep in to her muscles
and loosen them. And finaly laid her 'plan' aside for awhile
to relax a little.
/Ahhh, this feels great! Nothing like a nice bubble bath
......oh,damn....I forgot the candles!..Oh, well......I'll
just have to remember them next time./
She opened her eyes long enough to locate her loofa and see
a strong hand slide down to soap a muscular ass.
/I definately love a bubble bath with a view........ehmmmm,
Geta has a nice ass....mmmmm.......Geta?..../
Her eyes pop open and are treated to a very naked....soapy
......and very aroused....Saiyan Prince....who had been
turning around to rinse off his back.
/OH....MY....GOD!!!.....Vegeta!...Oh,my GOD...what's he
doing in here!?....Stupid question Bulma!.....How could I
not notice he was in here!?....Damn single mindedness!!...
I can't believe he hasn't noticed me yet....he....he must
be distracted...../
She took in the sight of him......his eyes closed...
/..Thank God for small favors..../
.....and his hands were busy soaping his body with
effeciancy. She let her gaze drop to his groin......and her
eyes grew to the size of saucers.
/OH..MY...GOD!!!! He's HUGE!!!.....God, Vegeta....where have
you been all my life!?!/
She wanted to giggle at that but stifled it back fearing he
would hear and come and kill her for daring to gaze upon his
naked royal person.
She heard him sigh wearly. Then he leand back against the
wall a little with his head hung down and the hot water
pouring over his shoulders and down his chest to cascade
past his throbing erection.
She watched him as he slowly grasped his lenght in his hand
and hissed as he started to stroke himself. His head leaned
back to fall against the wall, his eyes still closed tight
focused on some personal memory to stimulate himself further.
When he groaned, the sound went shooting down her spine to
strike at her core sending a shudder through her body as it
awakened to his call.
With each groan he would pick up the pace, and she noticed
he would tighten his grip just a little each time.
Her body tingled and she realized that her own hands had
found their way to her nipples and were currently amusing
themselves by playing with the hard nubs they had found.
She noticed that his hips had started a rhythm, a strong
steady rhythm to match the pace he set with hand. He was
breathing heavy, laboring to reach his release.....his free
hand had reached down between his legs and gently grasped
the sac it found there. He massaged his balls gently,
groaning again he redoubled his efforts....stroking harder
and faster.
She realized she was panting pretty hard herself and had
been moaning very softly....she then noticed that one of her
hands had abandoned a nipple and slipped down and between
her thighs to stroak at the nub it found hidden benieth blue
curls. With a slight shift she had repositioned her hand do
that she could slide to fingers inside while her thumb continued
to play with the nub it had found on it's mindless trek down.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she redoubled
her own efforts to come when he did....silently praying that
he wouldn't hear her when she did.
She could handle a fight about seeing him in the shower.....
but not one where he knew she got herself off watching him
.......getting himself off.
With a loud groan Vegeta's body stained and shuddered with his
release. Bulma bit her lip VERY hard to keep from crying out
as she came, her body clenching rhythmical to her orgasm.
And she watched him slowly milk every last drop out till his
member was completely spent, just as she contiued to tease
her clit to draw out her own pleasure.
Then with another miserable sigh he turned around and steped
back in to the water to wash away the sweat. When he was
done he steped out of the shower grabed a towel rubed his
body quickly and briskly then secured the towel around his
waist and headed into his rooms without so much as a
sidewards glance or a snide remark.
Bulma didn't realize she was holding her breath till his
door closed behind him. She wondered who he was thinking of
......she was fairly certain he didn't have a ....'mate' as
he put it....and didn't think he would know what she had
meant the one time she had taken the time to explain earths
concept of.....pre...'mated'....status, better known as the
boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.
The time honored way of test driving someone, with the
option to buy. She giggled to herself as she remembered how he
scowled at her and said that it was ridiules....then stalked off
mumbling about stupid human habits. That just made her
giggle some more.
Deciding the prune look was definatly not in, she pulled
the plug rinsed the suds off. She climbed out dryed off
then left for her own rooms and a night of ....hopefully
blissful dreams filled with a certain well endowed Saiyan
Prince.
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Ok that looks like a decent place to call it a wrap till
next time. You have to admit, while there was no actural
lemmon in this chappy it was definately full of zezty
goodness! Poor Geta, he's having a hard time keeping his
....equipment....under control. And now he's got Bulma's
attention....if only he new. :shoos off mile long line of
girls looking to assist Vegeta with his 'problem': Go on
shove off! And take that "Line starts here!" sign with
you!! Of all the nerve, some people! It's my ficcie, I'll
do the assisting, THANK YOU very much!!