Chapter 14:
They were oblivious to what was happening outside the door. The only thing they were concerned about was what Bulma was going to do to Yamcha.
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"Hello," she said seductively.
Vegeta turned back to her after closing the door. "I'm not interested."
Cheryl looked hurt. She was never turned down. She raised her hand to slap him across the face. Vegeta effortlessly, stopped her, "I wouldn't do that if I was you."
"Well, if you weren't, as you so put it, interested," her face contorted to one of disgust, "then why in the hell did you call me into here."
-Feisty one, aren't we? - He thought to himself. "And you had something better to do?"
She look indignantly at him, "As a matter of fact, I did. So if you would be so kind, I'll be back to what I was doing," she stated as she walked to the door.
"Answering Yamcha's booty call, isn't what I call something better to do." He replied heatedly.
This made her stop in her tracks. "How did you know that? And it wasn't a booty call." She said as she turned back to face him.
"Oh, it was a booty call, but off to more important subjects, I think it would be in your best interest to follow me." He stated as he started to walk towards Yamcha's office.
He knew that she would follow him, she wasn't that stupid.
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Bulma was standing over Yamcha now. He had to position his head to look straight up.
"Let see if your little hoe, if waiting for you outside."
Bulma pressed speed dial. It rang a couple of times, before she heard voicemail:
"This is Cheryl, I'm not here right now, but if you leave to as what time you want me and how much. I'll see if I can fit you in to my schedule." She said seductively.
Bulma looked at him. "What time and how much? I see that your associate is more to what you let on to be."
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Vegeta heard giggling beside him. He was at Yamcha's door. He didn't have to get too close to the door to hear what was going on. They were basically all, but screaming at the top of their lungs. Well, she was at least.
"I knew you would follow. Now shut up and listen." He stated.
"Sorry, my phone was on vibrate." She replied.
Vegeta looked at her, and rolled his eyes before turning back, "I don't even want to know where that phone was."
She just merely smiled as she went on to listen.
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"What is she?" she said backing away. She knew that he was cheating, but with a whore. That was just dirty.
"B-Bulma. I swear, listen to me. It didn't mean anything to me. She was just a piece of ass. I love you and I was going to stop today."
"A piece of ass," she said lowly, "A PIECE OF ASS. Do you even hear yourself? And you were going to stop. It should have even started. So tell me was she worth it?"
"Worth it?" he said confused.
"Yes, was she worth loosing all of this Yamcha?" she said as she stepped back.
"No, I told you. She's a whore. I didn't even like her. She was just there to…"
"What?" she cut off. "Was there to what?"
He sighed, "To be there in the areas you weren't"
Bulma faltered. That was a blow beyond belief. -In the areas you weren't-, she thought to herself. She looked into his eyes to see if he were lying, but nonetheless he wasn't. "Well, if that was your decision, you have to live with it." She said coldly. "You are trying to tell me, I am the reason to why you started cheating. Because you weren't getting none."
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Vegeta thought that was enough for Cheryl to hear. He motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen.
" A piece of ass, a whore." She repeated when they were in the kitchen, "Yamcha doesn't know what he just got himself into."
"I have a better way to get revenge. Then what you little mind has planned and believe me. It's the kind that keeps on giving. So are you willing to help me."
Cheryl thought for a moment before replying, "Of Course, but after you answer a question for me."
"What?" he said frustrated.
"Am I sexy piece of ass?"
Author's Note:
I couldn't resist putting that last line in. smile So what do you think of this? Review if you want. I think that I'm defiantly not going to complete it at chapter 15. There is 3 more chapters left in this. Till Next time. (Pochahontas82)
