DragonBallZ: Sleeping with the Enemy
Chapter 4 written by Noble...
For the past week or two life in Capsule Corps had become a little different lately. It was the home of the Briefs family and for a while now one Bulma briefs has been having uncertain thoughts about their 'guest'. A couple of weeks back she created Vegeta's target drones with the intention of a backfire to take place to what he asked for. A little 'accident' was all she had planned to take place, because of his lack of gratitude to all her hard work and it all backfired badly. Her target drones were able to do a number on vegeta as he found them to be competent enough to keep up with his training regime and for all the pain the saiyan prince endured he was was actually grateful for her hard work, and his gratitude came as a simple thank you and scaring the shit out of Bulma at the same time. Nice combination but a costly price to the blue haired vixen, the wheels that turned in her head that functioned like a highly sophisticated machine had already red all the signs and her body was telling her that she 'liked' Vegeta while she defiently and mentally screaming 'no'
For all the guys that she had to fall for and it had to him. But there had to be a reason for it and it simply fell into one word, 'Yamcha'. You see Bulma likes to look over every situation logically because by doing so she finds out the answer to the 'problem' and simply put Veg-head was an even bigger problem than anyone can ever ask for. Perhaps its was because of going out with someone for a decade or so could be the problem? Technically Yamcha was everything any girl could dream of in a guy, good looking, famously popular and he was a baseball player, meaning he could bring in the money financially. Not that Bulma needed Yamcha's money, she was the wealthest woman on the planet and she could get anything she desired...well nearly everything because money can't buy you love.
There were however 3 quirks Bulma didn't like about Yamcha and 1 of them strangely enough was a personality thing, at least that's what her mind assumed straight off. The other two were because he cheated repeatedly and when Bulma means 'repeatedly' she means she kept a diary and wrote down the number of times that he did it and thinking about it, that diary might nearly be down to it's last page, that's how bad Yamcha was with keeping his word to Bulma. The 2nd problem and this might not be a shocker to most of you, but it was lack of ability to perform in bed and if you don't know what that is people listen up it's SEX! Truth be told, Yamcha and Bulma have been close, they've done tonsil hockey, they've had their touching one another in and out of public, but it never got down to getting down and dirty and it certainly wasn't Bulma who was scared of doing that, and when Yamcha wasn't up to fucking with Bulma, it was with any cheap slut he could get his hands on much to the anger, frustration and hurt of the young Brief who had to put up with his lousy excuses and wanting her to take him back.
I'll tell ya one thing about Bulma and Yamcha's 10 year relationship, he certainly knew how to lie and get away with it. Well he really didn't get away with it, he got a severe ear bashing mixed with B's uncontrollable temper and you get vintage Bulma Breifs in all her wrath and glory. What was it about Bulma that Yamcha didn't want to have sex with her? She was beautiful, heck she prided herself on it and she had the brains to go along with the beauty that made a perfect combonation. So what was it with Yamcha that he didn't want? Did she have to be dumb and beautiful to make him happy? If that's the case Bulma wouldn't go there even if she wished for it.
Then there was this one last thing that her mind had told her that she didn't like about Yamcha, that Vegeta wasn't. He was too much of a nice guy. Sure Goku was a nice guy too but at times even he could be a rebel, must to the anger and frustration of ChiChi. What her body wanted that her mind concluded was a badass, someone who was bad to the bone and would continue to excite in bed. Bulma's mind concluded that her body wanted Vegeta and she certainly wanted to do something 'bad' with him, the raise in temperature and unpure thoughts of him every now and then were proof of that, well that and the ever embarrassing moisture between her legs. She could scold her body a thousand times over and still it wouldn't listen nor obey her mental commands. She couldn't blame her body for reacting normally, just because of getting wet about a guy wasn't exactly bad, but it was especially since it was Vegeta. He was a saiyan and because of his saiyan instincts she was sure of anything that he could smell her attraction and arousal to him a mile away. That knowing half smirk was proof enough to her theory.
But why Vegeta of all people? She always dreamed of falling in love with a prince, but he certainly was no prince charming. He was arrogant, rude and a complete pain in the ass. The two of them could hardly stand each other for 5 minutes until an all out war of verbel assaults was produced. Yeah there was certainly a lot of 'love' in that. Just because her body betrayed her thoughts, to Bulma perhaps it wasn't nothing more than a simple crush? Yes, that had to be it, nothing more than some simple giddy school girl thing.
The buzzing of the alarm clock on the side of the her work station going off interrupts Bulma's train of thought and she sighs, great 7 o'clock looks like i'm going to have to get his majesty's food ready before he comes in barking orders. A little over than 15 minutes later and already Bulma has cooked a delicious beef stew with herbs and spicies, had 10 various pizza's sent to her by special delivery from Pizza Hut and to finish it off a 2 family size meals of kentucky fried chicken with 2 litres of cola. Let's face it people, Vegeta knows what he likes and what he hates and he certainly hated Bulma's cooking. This if anything should have his senses in a blur if his sense of smell is strong enough to get a sniff of all this in the gravity room.
Smirking Bulma leaves her prince a note telling him she's in the shower and getting ready for her date with Yamcha and satisfied she makes her way to the bathroom. The only question left unanswered was could Vegeta smell all that food left there for him?
In the gravity room
Growling angrily and dodging the last ki blast deflected by the target drones, Vegeta's controlled concentration begins to waver as his senses begin to pick up something, amongst all the smell of sweat and blood. He knows he doesn't need his saiyan instincts or his nose to tell what it is because his stomach is a clear giveaway. The one biggest weakness any saiyan can fall for and it's food! And it smelt like huge amounts of it were piled into one place, was someone baiting him into a trap? Licking his lips the Gravity Room was deactivated along with the drones and he leaves stalking towards capsule corps like a starved lion on the prowl. He doesn't need to pin point where it could be, because it could only be in one place he knows of, his favourite place...the kitchen!
And sure enough much to his own astonishment there it all was in one big pile, sending his taste buds into a frenzy with all the senses filling his nostrils. He could just dive into it all, but that would be improper and really where were his manners? He wasn't kakkarot and kami forbid would he ever curse that on himself but before he could even take a single bite, his ever intense eyes caught sight of a note with which he could obviously tell was the woman's writing.
Dear Monkey boy,
Getting ready for my date with Yamcha. So before you complain the only thing I cooked was the beef stew, the rest is take out. DON'T make a mess or I'll get the frying pan!
Bulma.
'hmph typical woman' he thought frowning and with another thought he burned the note into nothing as he sat down ready to begin. But once again something interrupted him and he wasn't pleased. Just as he was about threaten the person to leave within the next 3 seconds if they valued there life, Vegeta involuntarily dropped his spoon. There in the door way was Bulma, wearing the total opposite of what he usually saw her in and that in itself was usually a shit and jeans accompanied by that ridicoulous 'pom pom' hair style that could have caught flies. Now she was wearing a short red dress and her hair was shoulder length, lipstick and makeup were also apparant and her eyes had this sort of glint that sparkled both mirth and mischief, either way they both spelt trouble and Bulma Briefs was going to kill any man that looked at her tonight by her modest appearance alone.
For the first time in Vegeta's young life he felt like there was no way for him to run or hide. Bulma was in the hallway and that was the exit, the only other option was jumping out the window and he sure as hell wasn't doing that. Women were the one's that felt like 'deer's caught in headlights' so what did that make him? Simple; 'fucked and no chance in hell of him getting out of this one'. Whatever she was doing or not doing had caused the Saiyan princes' voice to simply disappear or disobey him and he couldn't get out of this one if he couldn't argue. Plus the way his body was reacting wasn't helping any and it only caused him to move in closer to the table to hide the evidence. And that's when she did it, she saw him looking as white as a sheet, like he saw a ghost and she did the only thing he'd never thought he'd see her doing, she smirked; not just this normal smirk mind you, it was more like a cocky half amused evil smirk that much resembled his own. It was the one he'd usually show after winning an arguement. That sly vegeta like smirk.
Yep Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans was fucked and there were no two ways about it.
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Signed Noble...
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