Thanks to everyone that reviewed. You gave me some good ideas. I did have one reviewer that said I don't update fast enough. I will try to update once a week and if I can't I'll warn you, so you don't get your hopes up. On with the story…
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Ch11
Goku pranced out of the house happily with Vegeta on his heels. Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he shut the door behind him.
" I'm going to have to start cooking right away if I want to make sure those boys are well fed…" Mrs. Briefs giggled.
Bulma dreamily watched Vegeta leave. He was the most exquisite piece of man she had ever seen. She hadn't really had a chance to look him up and down until their quick shower this morning. There wasn't a bit of excess flab on that body. He was all, powerful rippling muscles.
Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring…
"Are you going to get that dear?" Mrs. Briefs asked. The combination of Mrs. Briefs' chirpy voice and the telephone snapped her out of her daydream
"Yeah, I got it," Bulma said as it rang for the sixth time. She grabbed the phone off the cradle, " Hello, Briefs residence."
"Oh, hi Yamcha. That was fast…Tonight at six…dinner…talk things over…Okay…Sorry about this morning…At our café…I'll be there," Bulma finished her phone call. She wanted to tell Vegeta her plans but she knew he was all ready long gone.
"Bulma dear, when I'm finished with this pot roast, do you want to take all this food to the boys?" Mrs. Briefs giggled.
"Sure Mom," Bulma smiled. ::I get to see Vegeta spar:: She proceeded to smirk.
"Vegeta, you're distracted. I've gotten too many hits in for you to be paying attention," Goku said as he landed a punch into Vegeta's gut.
Vegeta stretched out ignoring the protests of his muscles, " You don't know what you're talking about, Kakarot."
Goku lifted one eyebrow, " I'm not that dense, Vegeta."
Vegeta grumbled and flung himself at the offending Sayain. He succeeded in landing a couple punches but also succeeded in taking a few. :: The moron's right. I can't get the woman out of my head. All I see is blue hair and pale flushed skin.::
The two Sayains paused and separated again.
"Come on Vegeta. You can tell me what's on your mind," Goku pleaded. He was sure it was Bulma, but he wanted evidence.
::The moron doesn't give up does he! Maybe I can use this curiosity to my advantage:: "Maybe I am distracted, but I'm sure as Hell not going to tell you why," Vegeta growled and started another folly of punches. Goku dodges all but one and then elbowed Vegeta in the gut for good measure. Vegeta curled up briefly from the flying elbow he missed, before he straitened out and blurted his carefully worded sentence,
"I'm not a super Sayain yet, Okay."
Goku blinked, that wasn't what he wanted to hear. But then again would Vegeta really talk about his love life anyway? That was a head-scratching question.
Vegeta was dumbfounded as he watched Goku start scratching his head like he was thinking really hard.
"Kakarot?" Vegeta mumbled.
Goku jumped out of his thoughts, "Huh?"
"Why'd you stop fighting? You call me distracted," Vegeta growled.
"Geez, don't get you spandex in a bunch. I was just thinking about your transformation problem. You seem strong enough with enough energy. You must not have found your trigger yet," Goku spoke like transformations were an exact science.
"Trigger?" Vegeta asked.
"Sure, mine was the thought of losing all my closest friends, because I wasn't strong enough to save them. You were included in that too," Goku smiled goofily.
Vegeta was perplexed. ::The moron thinks of me as a friend?… enough mushy stuff…Okay, you need a trigger. You have to care about something to have a trigger. And I care about…::
Before Vegeta could answer himself a yellow plane appeared in the air and approached them. Vegeta could sense the woman inside the plane. ::Bulma::
"Hey, It's Bulma," Goku grinned and started waving.
"Way to state the obvious, Kakarot," Vegeta replied.
Bulma smiled as she saw her Sayain lover boy. Vegeta had his arms crossed and that irritated look on his face. Bulma giggled. ::Too much time around Goku can do that to ya.:: She easily landed her plane and the two Sayains followed.
"Hey Bulma, what you doing here," Goku said happily. Vegeta just grumbled and recrossed his arms.
"My mom made you guys a lunch and asked me to bring it to you," Bulma spoke, " I also thought it would be nice to have lunch with the two most powerful men in the universe so I brought mine too."
Goku's stomach growled.
"It looks like I was just on time," Bulma smirked. Vegeta rolled his eyes. She quickly brought out two capsules and threw them. The first was a picnic table with a blanket and the other one was an enormous picnic basket. Goku was visibly drooling. Once everything was set up--Bulma made sure the guys helped--they all sat down to a huge pot roast dinner with all the trimmings: Mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls, steamed vegetables, and even three apple pies for dessert.
"Bulma, tell your mom thank you. She is the best cook," Goku said between mouthfuls of food. He had taken note that Vegeta had sat next to Bulma and not him. ::interesting:: But he quickly lost his train of though as he got another helping of pot roast.
Vegeta wanted Kakarot gone. He wanted to talk to Bulma. He couldn't do that in front of the goofball. Vegeta settled for rubbing his leg on Bulma's. She rubbed right back.
"That was delicious. I ought to come over more often just for the food," Goku commented as he finished his last helping. Bulma had long since finished and Vegeta was still eating.
" I better go, It's almost Gohan's study time. Piccolo will be waiting," Goku smiled before taking off.
"Humph, Eat and run," Bulma mumbled. Secretly she was jumping up and down inside. She had Vegeta to herself. She turned and looked at him. He was still eating. She had adapted to his eating habits. Vegeta ate just as much as Goku but he took his time and actually used the silverware correctly. He even had his napkin in his lap. Vegeta noticed where Bulma's attentions were. He smirked to himself.
"You know Vegeta. I don't have any plans until six and it's only half past one," She whispered.
She saw him smile, " Are you asking me to spend some time with you. I can think of a lot of things we could do."
"Really," she whispered, " What do you have in mind."
Bulma relaxed contentedly on Vegeta's chest. He had taken her to a little secluded spot in the woods next to the river. A small pool had formed there due to erosion and a little bank was held up by the roots of several large willow trees. It had made a little sandy alcove next to the river. The pool was warmed by the sun shining down on it and had been perfect for a little skinny dipping and love making. The sandy little beach was shaded by the willows and their roots made perfect hangers for clothing. Vegeta and Bulma now lay in the sand in nothing but their Kami given birthday suits. Vegeta ran his fingers absently through Bulma's hair.
"When did you find this spot 'Geta," Bulma pushed herself up a little bit.
"A few months ago while I was sparring with Kakarot," He answered and stroked her cheek.
"Did you get anything out of your spar today?" she asked and nipped his nose. He growled a little at her nibble.
"We talked about super Sayain a little bit," Vegeta answered before pressing several little kisses down her neck, " Kakarot said I need to find my trigger. That I need to find something I really care about and want to protect at all costs. And then use that to motivate me and trigger the transformation."
"Hmmm…" Bulma half moaned as Vegeta begin groping her in all the right places.
Next Chapter…Café, Yamcha, Bulma, and a lot of unanswered questions on All By Myself….
I will still take any ideas you readers might have into consideration….Sorry for an other short chapter.
Tell me what you think.
::thoughts::
Ch11
Goku pranced out of the house happily with Vegeta on his heels. Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he shut the door behind him.
" I'm going to have to start cooking right away if I want to make sure those boys are well fed…" Mrs. Briefs giggled.
Bulma dreamily watched Vegeta leave. He was the most exquisite piece of man she had ever seen. She hadn't really had a chance to look him up and down until their quick shower this morning. There wasn't a bit of excess flab on that body. He was all, powerful rippling muscles.
Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring…
"Are you going to get that dear?" Mrs. Briefs asked. The combination of Mrs. Briefs' chirpy voice and the telephone snapped her out of her daydream
"Yeah, I got it," Bulma said as it rang for the sixth time. She grabbed the phone off the cradle, " Hello, Briefs residence."
"Oh, hi Yamcha. That was fast…Tonight at six…dinner…talk things over…Okay…Sorry about this morning…At our café…I'll be there," Bulma finished her phone call. She wanted to tell Vegeta her plans but she knew he was all ready long gone.
"Bulma dear, when I'm finished with this pot roast, do you want to take all this food to the boys?" Mrs. Briefs giggled.
"Sure Mom," Bulma smiled. ::I get to see Vegeta spar:: She proceeded to smirk.
"Vegeta, you're distracted. I've gotten too many hits in for you to be paying attention," Goku said as he landed a punch into Vegeta's gut.
Vegeta stretched out ignoring the protests of his muscles, " You don't know what you're talking about, Kakarot."
Goku lifted one eyebrow, " I'm not that dense, Vegeta."
Vegeta grumbled and flung himself at the offending Sayain. He succeeded in landing a couple punches but also succeeded in taking a few. :: The moron's right. I can't get the woman out of my head. All I see is blue hair and pale flushed skin.::
The two Sayains paused and separated again.
"Come on Vegeta. You can tell me what's on your mind," Goku pleaded. He was sure it was Bulma, but he wanted evidence.
::The moron doesn't give up does he! Maybe I can use this curiosity to my advantage:: "Maybe I am distracted, but I'm sure as Hell not going to tell you why," Vegeta growled and started another folly of punches. Goku dodges all but one and then elbowed Vegeta in the gut for good measure. Vegeta curled up briefly from the flying elbow he missed, before he straitened out and blurted his carefully worded sentence,
"I'm not a super Sayain yet, Okay."
Goku blinked, that wasn't what he wanted to hear. But then again would Vegeta really talk about his love life anyway? That was a head-scratching question.
Vegeta was dumbfounded as he watched Goku start scratching his head like he was thinking really hard.
"Kakarot?" Vegeta mumbled.
Goku jumped out of his thoughts, "Huh?"
"Why'd you stop fighting? You call me distracted," Vegeta growled.
"Geez, don't get you spandex in a bunch. I was just thinking about your transformation problem. You seem strong enough with enough energy. You must not have found your trigger yet," Goku spoke like transformations were an exact science.
"Trigger?" Vegeta asked.
"Sure, mine was the thought of losing all my closest friends, because I wasn't strong enough to save them. You were included in that too," Goku smiled goofily.
Vegeta was perplexed. ::The moron thinks of me as a friend?… enough mushy stuff…Okay, you need a trigger. You have to care about something to have a trigger. And I care about…::
Before Vegeta could answer himself a yellow plane appeared in the air and approached them. Vegeta could sense the woman inside the plane. ::Bulma::
"Hey, It's Bulma," Goku grinned and started waving.
"Way to state the obvious, Kakarot," Vegeta replied.
Bulma smiled as she saw her Sayain lover boy. Vegeta had his arms crossed and that irritated look on his face. Bulma giggled. ::Too much time around Goku can do that to ya.:: She easily landed her plane and the two Sayains followed.
"Hey Bulma, what you doing here," Goku said happily. Vegeta just grumbled and recrossed his arms.
"My mom made you guys a lunch and asked me to bring it to you," Bulma spoke, " I also thought it would be nice to have lunch with the two most powerful men in the universe so I brought mine too."
Goku's stomach growled.
"It looks like I was just on time," Bulma smirked. Vegeta rolled his eyes. She quickly brought out two capsules and threw them. The first was a picnic table with a blanket and the other one was an enormous picnic basket. Goku was visibly drooling. Once everything was set up--Bulma made sure the guys helped--they all sat down to a huge pot roast dinner with all the trimmings: Mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls, steamed vegetables, and even three apple pies for dessert.
"Bulma, tell your mom thank you. She is the best cook," Goku said between mouthfuls of food. He had taken note that Vegeta had sat next to Bulma and not him. ::interesting:: But he quickly lost his train of though as he got another helping of pot roast.
Vegeta wanted Kakarot gone. He wanted to talk to Bulma. He couldn't do that in front of the goofball. Vegeta settled for rubbing his leg on Bulma's. She rubbed right back.
"That was delicious. I ought to come over more often just for the food," Goku commented as he finished his last helping. Bulma had long since finished and Vegeta was still eating.
" I better go, It's almost Gohan's study time. Piccolo will be waiting," Goku smiled before taking off.
"Humph, Eat and run," Bulma mumbled. Secretly she was jumping up and down inside. She had Vegeta to herself. She turned and looked at him. He was still eating. She had adapted to his eating habits. Vegeta ate just as much as Goku but he took his time and actually used the silverware correctly. He even had his napkin in his lap. Vegeta noticed where Bulma's attentions were. He smirked to himself.
"You know Vegeta. I don't have any plans until six and it's only half past one," She whispered.
She saw him smile, " Are you asking me to spend some time with you. I can think of a lot of things we could do."
"Really," she whispered, " What do you have in mind."
Bulma relaxed contentedly on Vegeta's chest. He had taken her to a little secluded spot in the woods next to the river. A small pool had formed there due to erosion and a little bank was held up by the roots of several large willow trees. It had made a little sandy alcove next to the river. The pool was warmed by the sun shining down on it and had been perfect for a little skinny dipping and love making. The sandy little beach was shaded by the willows and their roots made perfect hangers for clothing. Vegeta and Bulma now lay in the sand in nothing but their Kami given birthday suits. Vegeta ran his fingers absently through Bulma's hair.
"When did you find this spot 'Geta," Bulma pushed herself up a little bit.
"A few months ago while I was sparring with Kakarot," He answered and stroked her cheek.
"Did you get anything out of your spar today?" she asked and nipped his nose. He growled a little at her nibble.
"We talked about super Sayain a little bit," Vegeta answered before pressing several little kisses down her neck, " Kakarot said I need to find my trigger. That I need to find something I really care about and want to protect at all costs. And then use that to motivate me and trigger the transformation."
"Hmmm…" Bulma half moaned as Vegeta begin groping her in all the right places.
Next Chapter…Café, Yamcha, Bulma, and a lot of unanswered questions on All By Myself….
I will still take any ideas you readers might have into consideration….Sorry for an other short chapter.
Tell me what you think.
