Well I have yet another idea for a fic, this is an AU which takes place on Vegeta-sei. They are all saiya-jins, and 18, 'cept Raditz, he's 22. Warning: Begins as a Bulma/Vegeta/Kakarot triangle but will eventually be B/V and K/CC. I, unfortunately, don't own DBZ; I do stalk Vegeta though! ^_^
Carrots or Vegetables?
Chapter 2: Honey attracts more than bees
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Bulma stood looking at herself in the mirror. Her mother had went out and bought Bulma the tightest, most revealing, dress for the mating festival tonight.
The dress was in red and gold. The royal colors! 'I can't believe this shit!' "Their trying to set me up with the prince!?!"
Bunny Briefs admired her daughters form. The dress was strapless exposing the tops of Bulma's breasts. It stopped at mid thigh. An extricate gold design formed along the batiste and through the back of the dress to form a bow. The ends of the bow strings hung low curly by her tail. Bulma felt like a present ready to be opened.
"You can do worst than the prince" her mother stated arranging Bulma hair. Bunny had pinned it up. Bunny adjusted long tendrils of curls at Bulma's back and near her breasts.
"I don't see what all the fucking fuss is for. I refuse to accept anyone!"
Ms. Briefs ignored her daughters tantrum. It had been going on ever since she was told she had to go to the festival.
"Bulma, please you know our family needs you to find a good match! Just get your sandals and wrap. Your father and I will be waiting for you down stairs!"
As soon as the door slammed shut.
"Bitch!"
"I heard that. I guess you got your bitchness from me! Be downstairs in 10 minutes."
Kakarrot was sitting in a tree when he saw her. She had been batting suitors off like flies. This was his first festival but his brother Raditz had told him what to expect. The concept was to create an atmosphere where people could mix and mingle. But he was so unsure of himself after two women had rebuffed him that he had made his way to an apple tree. There he sat eating and watching everything play out.
"Man I can't wait for this to be over." At least that is what he thought until he saw her angrily march to his tree and sit down.
"That stupid fool. He damn near disrobed me in the middle of the dance floor."
She had her arms around the back of her dress trying to retie the bow that held the dress together.
"Ah do you need some help with that."
Surprised Bulma looked up to see…
"It can't be you again." She stood up. "Did you come to complete the job you did not finish during our dance?"
Kakarrot laughed jumping down from the tree. "Ah that was not me" he said pointing to Turles pawing over another dance floor victim.
"That is Turles. I'm Kakarrot." He held his hand out to shake her hand.
Bulma raised an eyebrow. Her hands were still behind her back holding her dress together. 'He can't be serious.'
"Kakarrot, I'm Bulma" she smiled "I would be happy to shake your hand after you tie up this dress."
"Oh yeah sure." She turned releasing the ties into his hands. 'As soon as he is done I am so out of here.'
"Wow these are really pretty! I like the way they curl on the ends like present ribbons."
Bulma stared over her shoulder irritated at him. "Yeah I think that's the point. For me to be some trophy present."
He tried to ignore her sour tone. "I know how you feel."
She was surprised by his answer but said nothing.
As he tied the bow he noticed the smooth satiny feel of her skin. Kakarrot was intrigued by the silken blue-green curls that lay on her exposed back. He finished with the bow smoothing it out. 'Her skin is so soft'
Bulma's thoughts suddenly turned feeling the warmth of the man behind her. His fingers worked the bindings sure and quick. Then those fingers grazed over her flesh, causing goose bumps where he touched.
"Bulma?"
"Huh"
"I said is that too tight?"
"No it's fine. Thank you."
"No prob. Hey you want an apple?"
"Sure."
"Have a seat. All the apples you want on me."
He turned and shook the tree. Several apples fell he caught them all mid air. As he turned to sit down one last apple fell hitting him in the head. When it bounced off Bulma grabbed it. They laughed. Kakarrot polished an apple and gave it to her. They were that way for a while eating and talking until.
"Kakarrot, I swear if I have to find a mate and socialize I order you to do the same." Vegeta approached the tree. He saw an abundance of apple cores on the ground so he knew this was probably the tree Kakarrot was hiding in. One of the annoying habits of Kakarrot's Vegeta hated.
When he looked up he was surprised to see someone else was in the tree with Kakarrot.
"Get down here this fucking instant! Both of you."
Kakarrot jumped down first. Then what I saw next caught my breath. This creature, this woman was gorgeous. Vegeta had spent most of his evening fighting off hordes of women. But this one, one he would have noticed if it were not for those gold digging bitches. Not to mention Kakarrot holding her off to himself.
Totally ignoring Kakarrot Vegeta said. "My you are a beauty. What is your name?"
Bulma knew she had to answer the prince. "Bulma. Bulma Briefs."
Proudly he stated "You wear the royal colors. Do you seek my attention?"
Kakarrot could tell by the look in Vegeta's eyes he might as well fumble through the rest of the evening looking for a mate. Because his time with Bulma was over. But he was halted by the next statement.
"No my liege I have already been chosen and have accepted." She possessively attached herself to Kakarrot. "We were just about to go and dance."
Bulma practically pulled Kakarrot on the dance floor. Vegeta stood there fuming. He caught Raditz eye summoning him over.
"You had better set your brother straight after this dance. But for now I want you to find parents for Bulma Briefs and any information you can on them."
As Raditz left off on his mission, Vegeta heard a roaring laughter behind him. He turned to see his father.
"I see you are getting into the swing of things son."
"Shut up. I don't need this right now."
King Vegeta looked out at the crowded dance floor.
"You can't be thinking of that Blue haired girl?"
"Color blind old…her hair is blue-green."
"Ha…ha..ha..ha it's that bad. Lucky for you son I just want you mated, never mind if it is to a blue hair saiyan-jin freak."
Hearing this Vegeta stiffened. But before Vegeta could speak his father said "yes I know you hate me."
"Everyday old man."
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Celeb's notes: this chap was written by vturnip. She will be helping me cowrite the whole fic. We will switch from chap to chap. Next one's my turn, whelp, I better make it good!
As always, review, so we know we aren't writing crap