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Hiya and Happy Holidays, everyone! For a present, I post the following!
Chapter 9
"Clothing I can move in,...clothing I can move in,..." Bulma ripped open the fifth drawer in her dresser, searching for the perfect outfit. Suddenly, she stood up and looked at the clothing that surrounded her. Befuddled, she sat on her bed. "I have no clue..." She thought for a moment, then asked herself, "What does Vegeta wear?" Immediately, images of tight spandex stretched over a tightly muscled, sleek physique. She shivered for a moment, then ran to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of spandex shorts and a white tank top. She glanced in the mirror, appreciative of how the clothes molded her slender figure, and turned to leave for the antigravity chamber in an apprehension.
Sunlight bound through the doors and windows of the antigravity chamber as Vegeta made the necessary changes to begin training the Woman. Staring at the control panel, he couldn't help his anticipation. "I will make her strong...perhaps even worthy of me..." his vain thoughts trailed off as he heard a knock at the door. Vegeta turned and walked to the door slowly, so as to make her squirm. His face turned smug as he opened the door, but his face scowled quickly as he caught sight of the visitor.
"Vegeta, where in Kami's name is my daughter? She's needed at the Capsule Corp.!" Dr. Briefs stood, his face reddening with stress.
"Damn you, baka human! Your daughter is Saiyan now! She needs to train, rather than spend her time as a weak human! Are you so blindly dumb that you can't see that she's better than the work you expect her to perform? Do you dare insult the entire Saiyan race by making her do petty human labor??"
"Uh...aren't there only...uh, three or four Saiyans left, now?"
"Yes, baka, and each one can demolish your existence without effort, with the exception of your daughter, so if you'll leave like the ignorant baka you are, I can rectify that!"
"But,..."
Vegeta's eyebrows dropped even lower as he began to power up, showing his anger. "Don't make me hurt you, human. I'm going to blink, and if I don't see the back of your head, you will lose your head!"
Dr. Briefs didn't waste any time stammering or objecting. He turned and ran as fast as he possibly could. "Kami, what a stupid people you protect..." Vegeta scowled once again and closed the door, turning back to his former task. Another knock startled him, and he whirled around, ready to unleash his wrath upon the mindless doctor. "Damn, you baka, didn't I-" Vegeta's words were quickly forgotten as his eyes met the azure irises of the female Saiyan. His gaze dropped as he absorbed her: beauty, form, physique. He only realized that he was staring when Bulma's eyebrow raised a fraction. "Uh, ahem,.. let's get started," he said, embarrassed to be caught unawares by her...ashamed at his weakness for her..."I'll change that," he thought to himself as he grabbed Bulma by the arm none too gently and pulled her inside.
Bulma gazed around at the antigravity chamber. She built it herself, and took the chance to marvel at her own ingenuity. "Damn, I'm good," she thought as watched the perfect clockwork performance of the structure. Chuckling, she turned to look at Vegeta, expecting him to get started with...with...whatever he was going to do.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest for a moment, and let his eyes travel the length of her body. His right hand raised to his chin as he appeared to be studying Bulma's body. Bulma blushed and fussed with the edge of her shirt. She never felt this self-conscious before; she never had anyone study her this closely before. She cleared her throat and attempted to look brave. Vegeta began to walk toward her. "Ve-," she began, but Vegeta sharply raised a hand to silence her, then returned to stalking around her body like a vulture to a moribund animal. He circled several times before stepping fully in front of her and raking his eyes from the tips of her toes to the glass blue of his eyes. Bulma tried to figure out what Vegeta was doing by his eyes, but there was no trace of what Vegeta had in mind.
"Your rear end is rather flabby, along with your thighs," Vegeta stated firmly. "Your biceps could use a little firming, along with your calves and your abdominals, especially the little pouch here..." Vegeta patted her almost non-existent lower stomach. Bulma's face reddened in outrage, but before she could explode, Vegeta continued smoothly, "Now, Woman, I'm not speaking of aesthetic appearance. Whether your body is attractive or not is no matter right now. What is a matter is that you are weak. You have very little muscle tone, no matter how slender you are. What we must first do is stretch, then we shall begin on strength training. If you follow my directions perfectly, I will transform you." "Transform me?" Bulma cried, her controlled outrage slipping, "Transform me into what?" "Into who you are. Into a Saiyan," Vegeta calmly replied, but she read his determination in his eyes, so strong it frightened her. Vegeta sensed her tremor and said, "I sense you are afraid. Do not fear, for once your transformation is complete, you will never fear again." Vegeta's features softened for an instant, so fast that Bulma thought she imagined it, for it quickly disappeared and Vegeta's firm resolve replaced it. "We shall start by simple stretching."
An hour later, Bulma felt like a noodle, she was so stretched out and tired. She had perspiration dripping from her forehead and beginning to bead on her arms. She scowled at Vegeta, who hadn't even quickened his breath. Bulma was wheezing like she had been forced underwater for a half hour. She panted at Vegeta, "Now...what...do I...do?" "Now," Vegeta replied with a smirk, "we get down to business."
Hmm...I seem to be drawing this out, don't I? Perhaps we'll have to get a little more sweaty in the next chapter, and I don't mean by excercise! Being new, I don't know if I'm capable of writing a lemon, but there's gotta be some spark to ignite the chemistry between the two, don't you think?
What do you think? Leave me a review! :)
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Hiya and Happy Holidays, everyone! For a present, I post the following!
Chapter 9
"Clothing I can move in,...clothing I can move in,..." Bulma ripped open the fifth drawer in her dresser, searching for the perfect outfit. Suddenly, she stood up and looked at the clothing that surrounded her. Befuddled, she sat on her bed. "I have no clue..." She thought for a moment, then asked herself, "What does Vegeta wear?" Immediately, images of tight spandex stretched over a tightly muscled, sleek physique. She shivered for a moment, then ran to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of spandex shorts and a white tank top. She glanced in the mirror, appreciative of how the clothes molded her slender figure, and turned to leave for the antigravity chamber in an apprehension.
Sunlight bound through the doors and windows of the antigravity chamber as Vegeta made the necessary changes to begin training the Woman. Staring at the control panel, he couldn't help his anticipation. "I will make her strong...perhaps even worthy of me..." his vain thoughts trailed off as he heard a knock at the door. Vegeta turned and walked to the door slowly, so as to make her squirm. His face turned smug as he opened the door, but his face scowled quickly as he caught sight of the visitor.
"Vegeta, where in Kami's name is my daughter? She's needed at the Capsule Corp.!" Dr. Briefs stood, his face reddening with stress.
"Damn you, baka human! Your daughter is Saiyan now! She needs to train, rather than spend her time as a weak human! Are you so blindly dumb that you can't see that she's better than the work you expect her to perform? Do you dare insult the entire Saiyan race by making her do petty human labor??"
"Uh...aren't there only...uh, three or four Saiyans left, now?"
"Yes, baka, and each one can demolish your existence without effort, with the exception of your daughter, so if you'll leave like the ignorant baka you are, I can rectify that!"
"But,..."
Vegeta's eyebrows dropped even lower as he began to power up, showing his anger. "Don't make me hurt you, human. I'm going to blink, and if I don't see the back of your head, you will lose your head!"
Dr. Briefs didn't waste any time stammering or objecting. He turned and ran as fast as he possibly could. "Kami, what a stupid people you protect..." Vegeta scowled once again and closed the door, turning back to his former task. Another knock startled him, and he whirled around, ready to unleash his wrath upon the mindless doctor. "Damn, you baka, didn't I-" Vegeta's words were quickly forgotten as his eyes met the azure irises of the female Saiyan. His gaze dropped as he absorbed her: beauty, form, physique. He only realized that he was staring when Bulma's eyebrow raised a fraction. "Uh, ahem,.. let's get started," he said, embarrassed to be caught unawares by her...ashamed at his weakness for her..."I'll change that," he thought to himself as he grabbed Bulma by the arm none too gently and pulled her inside.
Bulma gazed around at the antigravity chamber. She built it herself, and took the chance to marvel at her own ingenuity. "Damn, I'm good," she thought as watched the perfect clockwork performance of the structure. Chuckling, she turned to look at Vegeta, expecting him to get started with...with...whatever he was going to do.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest for a moment, and let his eyes travel the length of her body. His right hand raised to his chin as he appeared to be studying Bulma's body. Bulma blushed and fussed with the edge of her shirt. She never felt this self-conscious before; she never had anyone study her this closely before. She cleared her throat and attempted to look brave. Vegeta began to walk toward her. "Ve-," she began, but Vegeta sharply raised a hand to silence her, then returned to stalking around her body like a vulture to a moribund animal. He circled several times before stepping fully in front of her and raking his eyes from the tips of her toes to the glass blue of his eyes. Bulma tried to figure out what Vegeta was doing by his eyes, but there was no trace of what Vegeta had in mind.
"Your rear end is rather flabby, along with your thighs," Vegeta stated firmly. "Your biceps could use a little firming, along with your calves and your abdominals, especially the little pouch here..." Vegeta patted her almost non-existent lower stomach. Bulma's face reddened in outrage, but before she could explode, Vegeta continued smoothly, "Now, Woman, I'm not speaking of aesthetic appearance. Whether your body is attractive or not is no matter right now. What is a matter is that you are weak. You have very little muscle tone, no matter how slender you are. What we must first do is stretch, then we shall begin on strength training. If you follow my directions perfectly, I will transform you." "Transform me?" Bulma cried, her controlled outrage slipping, "Transform me into what?" "Into who you are. Into a Saiyan," Vegeta calmly replied, but she read his determination in his eyes, so strong it frightened her. Vegeta sensed her tremor and said, "I sense you are afraid. Do not fear, for once your transformation is complete, you will never fear again." Vegeta's features softened for an instant, so fast that Bulma thought she imagined it, for it quickly disappeared and Vegeta's firm resolve replaced it. "We shall start by simple stretching."
An hour later, Bulma felt like a noodle, she was so stretched out and tired. She had perspiration dripping from her forehead and beginning to bead on her arms. She scowled at Vegeta, who hadn't even quickened his breath. Bulma was wheezing like she had been forced underwater for a half hour. She panted at Vegeta, "Now...what...do I...do?" "Now," Vegeta replied with a smirk, "we get down to business."
Hmm...I seem to be drawing this out, don't I? Perhaps we'll have to get a little more sweaty in the next chapter, and I don't mean by excercise! Being new, I don't know if I'm capable of writing a lemon, but there's gotta be some spark to ignite the chemistry between the two, don't you think?
What do you think? Leave me a review! :)
Wanna join my mailing list? Cool! E-mail songbird333@adelphia.net !