Ch.3
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Vegeta rapped on the door, waited a little, then rapped again. "S' weird." He said, rapping again, more insistantly. "What's weird?" Asked Bulma. "He's home, isn't he? I mean, he has no where else to go." Vegeta shook his head. "No, he's not home. Maybe he went out to McDonald's." Vegeta licked his lips. He was very hungry. "Maybe...." Bulma said. "But he has no MONEY to go to McDonalds, Vegeta." Vegeta's eyes widened. "What about that money we gave him? Maybe he's misusing it!" Bulma bonked Vegeta on his head. "Ow." He said. "Your crazy!" She said. "He's too nice to misuse money." Vegeta rubbed his head. "Well you didn't have to hit. Let's go to McDonalds." Bulma shrugged. "We'll come back later." She said.
"But I want to play on the Play Place!" Vegeta said. "Look at it! There's no kids on it, and doesn't it look fun?" Bulma looked at the play place. "Yes, Vegeta, it looks just thrilling. Now sit down and eat." She pointed at his chair. "NO! I want to slide down slides and play in the ball ben!" Bulma pointed at his chair, more insistantly. "Park it, Buster." She said. Vegeta grumbled something and sat down. "Please....can I after I eat? That was always the kids' rule." Bulma rolled her eyes. "I don't even know why u want to, but alright, if it will get you to eat." Vegeta nodded savagly and tore into his food. With a mouthful of food, he asked, 'You promise?'. Bulma nodded. "Yes, d*mmit, I promise! Now EAT!" Vegeta pouted and tore a bite off a chicken nugget. "These taste like they've been rubbed on the floor." He said. "IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP AND EAT, I WILL RUB THEM ON THE FLOOR AND THEN MAKE YOU EAT THEM! NOW EAT!!" Vegeta started to eat them again. "Alright, alright you big grouch. What's this, PMS week?" Vegeta was all to familier with that time of month.
"I'm done!" He said, in a recored breaking 2 seconds. "Can I play now? Can I?" Bulma pulled out a camera and smiled. "Sure. This will be a Kodak moment, for sure." She raised the camera as Vegeta ran towards the play equipment. She took pictures of his nice, tight *ss as he ran. Those would go into her special 'private' photos. More of those will be revealed later in the story.....Hee hee. She locked them away in the section of the digital camera where you needed a password, and raised the camera to Vegeta. He was sitting up in the rocket thingy that wiggled. It was beding almost all the way down from his 123 pounds. "Hiya, Bulma!" He said, waving. He bounced on his bottom, causing the rocket to move up and down. Bulma snapped a photo. "Don't cause that to fall, now, Geeta." He frowned. "You callin' me....WHOA!" The rocket snapped, and fell to the ground. "OWCH!" He said. The rocket collapsed on top of his masculine figure. "Vegeta!" Bulma cried. "Honey, are you alright?" She helped and pulled him to the standing position. "Of course I am alright." he said. "Did you get that?"
Bulma shook her head. "Now stay out of those children's rides before you hurt yourself!" But Vegeta was already climbing the steps to the biggest slide there was. "Veggie! Vegeta get down from there!" But she heard him thump as he came down the slide--but he wasn't sliding, he was head over heels tumbling! Bulma knew from the sounds it was making. And then, the sounds suddenly stopped. "Vegeta?" She asked. He hadn't come out of the slide yet. "Are you okay?" She asked, peering into the slide. What she saw was hilarious. Vegeta was stuck in the slide--upside down! he looked like he had been tumbling and gotten stuck. Bulma had a fit of the giggles. "Oh, Great Vegeta! And just how are we supposed to get you out of there?" Vegeta looked at her between his legs. His head was upside down. "I don't know! But If you take a picture I'm going to kill--" Bulma took a picture on the digital camera. "Bulma!" he said. "This is embarrasing as it is! Now stop clicking away on that camera and help me!" Bulma laughed some more. "But Vegeta, I told you not to play on the kid's playground. It's nobody's fault but ur own, so why should I help??"
"Because ur my wife! Now help me!" he wiggled a little, and when he did, he loosened and flopped out. "There." Bulma said. "You got out alright." She patted his back. "No thanks to you." He sneered. Then he ran for the ball ben. "Vegeta, you've broken the rocket and gotten stuck in the slide! A smart person would think that you have figured out your too big!" But Vegeta was 'swimming' in the balls(You know, how we all used to do)and throwing some at Bulma. "Come play with me!" He said. "It's fun!" Bulma just rolled her eyes and snapped picture after picture.
They wereb't supposed to be a couple, just friends. But, for some reason, this friendly date had become a long, satisfying, unexplained bout of making out. "D*mn....you are a GOOD kisser." Bra murmered to Rehmon as she kissed him. He was kissing all over her face and neck and his hands were groping all over her. "Your not so bad yourself." Rehmon murmered back. And they continued kissing.
"I wonder where he is." Vegeta said, after rapping on the door a SECOND time. "You are right. He has no money to go anywhere and no friends....execpt 18 and Krillin's!" Vegeta suddenly ran to the car and hopped in. He revved the engine. "C'mon, Bulma! We haven't got all day!" He scolded. Bulma ran in her high heels, which were tapping wildly, and hopped into the car. She buckled in. "Where to?" She asked her Veggie. "We're gonna go and see if Rehmon's at Krillin and 18's. And while we're there, I woulden't mind looking at 18 a little myself." Bulma slapped Vegeta. "Shut up Vegeta! Don't you remember our wedding vows?" Vegeta looked up, deep in thought. "The only part I remember was the 'in sickness and in health' part. You may need to give me a refresher course. "Um....he said that you need to only satisfy your lusts with me and remain faithful." Vegeta groaned. "But what if my lusts are for another woman?" Bulma looked at him grimly. "I'm not saying they ARE. I lust for you, too you know." Bulma smiled, content, and looked forward out the car windsheild.
Pretty soon, they pulled into Krillin and 18's parking lot. Krillin was in a lawn chair and 18 was laying on top of him, obviously trying to tan her back. "Hey guys!" Bulma said. 18 looked up. "Oh hi." She said. Krillin waved. "I was tanning, and Krillin was protecting me from wasps." Vegeta tried not to stare at her reveling bikini, but it was close to impossible. It was impossible for any straight man. "What can I do for you guys?" 18 asked, slinging her hair around in a way Vegeta thought was very sexy. His heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head away and covered his pants so Bulma woulden't notice the considerable buldge. "Um, we wanna know if Rehmon's here." Vegeta said, his head turned away. 18 was puzzled. "Is there something between my teeth or something, Vegeta? Why aren't you looking at me?"
"Don't be rude, Vegeta!" Bulma whispered. "No...there's not. I was just observing the beautiful scenery." Vegeta said. 18 looked at the ugly and barren land behind him. "ooookay. Beautiful, my *ss." 18 said. Vegetea was embarrased. "Is he here, or not?" Vegeta asked again. 18 shook her head, and her hair did that slingy thing. Much of her neck was exposed, and Vegeta thought of how much he would like to kiss it, and the buldge in his pants grew bigger. "Nope. He's not here." 18 said. Bulma looked down at Vegeta's hands, which were treying to conceal his boner. "Take your hands away from your pants!" She said. "That looks nasty!" Vegeta did, but he turned around first so she coulsen't see. "Vegeta! Why are you being so rude today?! Turn around so that 18 can talk to us." Vegeta slowly turned around and hoped no one looked at his pants.
"He hasn't stopped by since he bought that apartment." 18 said sadly. "I used to like that guy. I used to wanna f*ck him into a hole in the ground. But when I wished him back, I realized I wasn't a young lady anymore and he wasn't attractive to me anymore. But I think Bra likes him." Vegeta stirred. "Don't say that!" He said. She looked at him, alarmed. "Why not?" She asked. Vegeta got all tongue tied. "Um...Um...because, um....just because I don't want her to like him." Vegeta said. "Oh." Said 18. Vegeta noticed Bulma was rushing him along. "I think it's time for us to go now." She said. "Bye!" Said 18. She shook vegeta's hand, and made his buldge get bigger. 18 looked down and saw the buldge. She looked at Vegeta's face and giggled, but she didn't say anythiung to Bulma. Vegeta ran to their car and shut his self in his car. "Come on, Bulma!" He said.
Bulma waved at 18 and Krillin, who was sleeping. Vegeta raised one hand in the air, and then they started the car and drove off.
That night, Bra and Rehmon finally arrived back at his apartment. It had been a great day. After their makeout session, they had spent the rest of the day holding hands and talking friendly. Bra walked Rehmon up to his door. "Goodnight." She said. "I hope my parents won't suspect." Rehmon leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "So I take it we're not just friends?" Bra asked. Rehmon nodded, and placed a finger on his lips. "We can be a couple--but you HAVE to keep it quiet, ya hear? No telling anyone, especially Mr. Vegeta!" Bra nodded. "Okay I won't." Then he went into his house.
"He wasn't home ALL day." Vegeta said. "I wonder where he was. And I wonder what Bra and Goten were doing that was so interesting." Bulma shrugged. "Reconciliating a relationship can take time. I hope THAT'S what they were doing, and not having sex." Vegeta shook his head. "No, Bra woulden't do that again. She knows how upset I get." Bulma shrugged again. "I don't know. Now let me read, please." Vegeta grumbled and tried to read a newspaper, but to no prevail. It was just too boring. Suddenly, the door swung open and Bra came in.
"Oh, hello Bra!" Bulma said. "Where's Goten? Why didn't you bring him in for dinner?" Bra looked puzzled. "Goten? Why would I....Oh, Goten! Well, He didn't want to come because he....uh....he has some homework to do." Vegeta gave a whimsical look. "But Bra, it's summer. You don't have school in summer, let alone homework." She tried to retract her lie once again. "Well....he went to summer school." Vegeta nodded. "Ohhhh...but I'm not exactly sure I want my daughter dating a dumb *ss." Vegeta said. "Your children will be stupid." "Who says I want kids?" Bra asked. Vegeta shrugged. "Most women do." Bra made a face. "Well, too bad."
"But I always knew your BF would be a stupid guy like Goten." Bra was mad at this comment. She didn't like people THINKING she was dating Goten so they would insult her taste in guys! Her pride was at stake! "Yeah, he isn't supremly smart." Bulma agreed. "Vegeta, I would think Bra would have better taste than that!" Vegeta nodded like a soldier. "Your right. Her taste has really gone down the drain." Bulma nodded at her husband and abandoned her magazine. "HEY, You guys!" Bra said. "That's not nice! Goten is....cool....to....some extent!" (She's kind of right) Vegeta laughed. "Bra, your so blind. Have u ever seen another guy as ugly or mean as Goten is? He's also not the most brilliant crayon in the box!" Bra was steamed. "I'M NOT GOING OUT WITH GOTEN! I'M GOING OUT WITH REHMON! AND SOME DAY, I'M GOING TO f*ck HIM!!" Vegeta and Bulma stared at her, and Vegeta dropped his newspaper. "You WHAT?" He asked. "Going out with Rehmon." Bra said, this time more quiet. Vegeta jumped out of the chair and grabbed Bra by the shoulders. He began shaking her vigurously. "What the hell are you thinking, you little brat! I forbode you to ever SEE that creep again! That's where he was! Bra, if you weren't my own flesh and blood I would have KILLED YOU by now!" He made a strangling guesture with his hands. Trunks came out of his room to see what all the commotion was. He had two naked Barbies in his hands.
"Go back in your room, please Trunks." Bulma said quietly. He stepped back in his room and shut the door. He didn't even want to know what the commotion was about. "BRA! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU! YOU GO AND......MESS AROUND WITH THAT....THAT....HORRIBLE UGLY BEAST?!" bra nodded. "You little B*tch!" Vegeta yelled. Bulma grabbed him and made him lay on the couch. "Now you lay down and stop yelling until you calm down!" Bulma said sternly. But Vegeta hopped up and began yelling, so Bulma did the only thing that would work. She slapped Vegeta so hard that he keeled across the floor and fell into the TV. It broke with a crash. "God, dad." Bra said. "You don't have to break the TV over it." Vegeta growled and hopped up. Then he clenched his fists and went up to his room. "Jesus, what's HIS problem?" Bra asked. "YOUR his problem." Bulma said. "We never suspected we would have such a problem child." Then she raised her hands to the heavens. "WE TRIED!" She said. "KAI, WE TRIED!" Then she ran up to her room with Vegeta and slammed the door. Bra shrugged and went into HER room.
The next morning, when Bra woke up, Vegeta and Bulma were already in the kitchen, quietly eating and occasionaly talking to eachother. Bra had been standing in the hall listening for a while before she decided to come in. "Hello Mama! Hello Papa!" She said upon coming in. When Vegeta and Bulma looked at her, They got this look on their face. Then, all the sudden, Vegeta was grabbing Bulma and dragging her up into the room. "What are you doing, Veggie?" Bulma asked. "We have to tell Bra good morning--oh, and that she's a disgrace." Vegeta nodded. "I don't know about the good morning part but later we can tell her a disgrace. I have a plan." Bulma didn't look interested. "Is it another one of your crazy schemes that have no way in a lumberjack's hell of working?" Vegeta looked up. "No." He finally resolved. "This one is going to work. But it's kind of mean, though." Bulma thought a minute, then she shrugged. "Okay. I don't care. Tell me." Vegeta cleared his throat. "We'll PRETEND like we approve of Rehmon." Bulma cocked her head as he paused. But then, he shot his finger up in the air. "And when he comes over, we'll shoot his hopes and dreams and tell him he's not welcome here anymore. And if Bra still wants to be with him, she can leave." Bulma's mouth went into an 'o'. "Vegeta! She's 16! We can't tell her she has to leave! We'll br thrown in jail! Didn't you learn anything from those parenting classes?" Vegeta was a little embarrased that he had been required to take parenting classes. "Shut up, woman!" He said. "let me finish! I said, 'She's not going to HAVE to leave. Only if she refuses to obide by our rules. Which happen to include not dating Rehmon." Bulma nodded slowly. "Alright, honey. Let's go and tell her we accept that she wants to be with Rehmon. I hope she buys it." "She will." Said Vegeta with an evil grin.
"Alright, Bra." Vegeta said. "We would just like to tell you that we accept that you like Rehmon and you want to--" Vegeta's face became rigid and hard. He didn't WANT to say it. "Say it!" Bulma said, elbowing him. "I don't care if you be with Rehmon. Neither does your mother? Do you, Bulmee?" Bulma's eyes got big. "Vegeta, did you just call me Bulmee?" He started laughing. Bulma just rolled her eyes. "Okay, Bra. We approve of Rehmon. Now call him up and invite him over for a big old lunch." Bra just stood in the hall. "What kind of fool do you guys take me for?" Vegeta was still rolling on the ground. "You went out with GOTEN! That means your a HUGE fool!" He laughed harder. "Tell her how ugly Goten is, BULMEE." Bulma growled. "If you call me that again I'm going to chop off your balls with a butcher knife!" Vegeta was silent. "We don't take you for a fool." Bulma said. ,Trunks came out of his room with 2 barbies. "Hi guys." he said, and sat down at the table. "Hello Trunks. And Bra, we're not concocting an...evil plan or anything..." Vegeta said, and then he looked at Bulma and winked. She growled.
"Okay fine." Bra said. "I'll call him over. But I just saw him yesterday." And she dialed a number and went into her room. "Okay. Everything's at go." Vegeta said, and he rubbed his hands togather. "Tomarrow, she won't even expect it!" He laughed his famous evil laugh. "Oh shut up." Bulma said. "I have to go and fold laundry." Then she walked away. "But woulden't you like to do something....more fun?" Vegeta asked. Bulma shook her head. "Not right now I woulden't." And she got a big old basket of laundry down off the washer. "Come on." Vegeta said. He grabbed her @$$ and made her drop the laundry bansket on her toe. "OW!" She screamed, and jumped 5 feet in the air. Vegeta caught her baby-style." What kind of silly stunt was that?" He asked, putting her back down on her feet. "You caused me to drop the heavy basket of laundry on my feet!" Bulma snapped. Vegeta realized that she hadn't been being very nice to him today. "Maybe I'll just go jump off the back of a truck." Vegeta grumbled. Bulma picked up a pair of his pants and began to fold it. "You do that." She said thoughtfully. "And while your outside, hang these on the line." She threw about 12 dozen pairs of pants and some of Bra's skirts at Vegeta. He caught them. "Fine." He said. "Nobody loves me....I'm a punk." And he walked outside. "How come nobody loves me?" He started haning the clothes on the line, half @$$.
"VEGETA!" Bulma said, running outside. "Vegeta! Your doing it all wrong!" She ran up and grabbed the last pair of pants from Vegeta. "But I thought I was doing just fine!" He said. Bulma looked at the clothes, which were all slung over the line without a clip. Some had even fallen. She shoved Vegeta out of the way. He fell on his butt on the ground and whimpered. "THIS is how it's done, Vegeta." She said, and clipped the pants on the clothesline. She did a curtsy. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist." She said. "Now get up." Vegeta started whimpering. His bottom lip trembled. "But you pushed me down and I hurt my butt.' He said. Bulma was sad. "I'm so sorry, Vegeta!" She said. She sat down on the ground by Vegeta and hugged his head to her chest. "I'm just moody lately. You know, with all the Bra stuff." Vegeta sniffled. "We need to find out when he's coming over.' He said. "So we can crush his spirits."
Suddenly, Trunks came careening out into the yard. "Help me!" Trunks said. He latched on to Bulma's back. "Pan came over. And she wants to have sex. But I'm a virgin. I don't know how." Vegeta busted out laughing and rolling in the green grass. "Just go tell Pan about it." Bulma said. "I'm sure she'll understand." Trunks shook his head. "But u don't understand! I don't want to have sex with Pan!" Bulma swooshed air out her lips. "Then go TELL her that! What am I supposed to do, chaperone?" Suddenly, Pan ran out. She was dressed like a slut. "Come on, Trunks!" She said. "Go back in your room!" Bulma was outraged. "Don't look, Vegeta." She said. "You might have a heart attack." Vegeta didn't look. Trunks and Pan went up to Trunks' room. Trunks was really nervous looking. "Okay, Vegeta. You can look now." He opened his eyes up. "I want Bra to be finished on the phone so's Rehmon can come over and I can make him sad." Bulma sat down by Vegeta. He hugged her close. "Let's have a picnic out here." Bulma said. "It's pretty today." Vegeta shook his head. "But look at all the ants and bees!" He said. "Would you want to get stung by either one while trying to have a romantic picnic? I think not." Bulma didn't say anything more. That's when Bra came back out.
"Hey guys!" She said. Vegeta and Bulma looked up. "What?" Vegeta asked, annoyed. "Rehmon will be here in a minute, he says." Bra then ran up to her room to put on her newest slutty style. "Okay. I'll go start lunch. What do you think I should make?" Asked Bulma. "Make pigs in a blanket!" Vegeta said. "And corny dogs!" Even though both of them contained weinies, Bulma decided to get them anyway. She ran into the kitchen, and Vegeta was left outside all by himself. He thought of his upcoming victory--Making Rehmon feel hated and humiliated in front of him and his family. But then he thought that the victory would be much better with more people. So he decided to run in and ask Bulma if he could invite some more people.
"Okay......Krillin and Android 18 and Marron are the only ones who can come." Vegeta said. "Kakarott and the others are off training." Bulma nodded. "I'll make more Pigs and Blankets for them, too. But this is kind of mean." She tasted the Orange Juice she was making. The Corny dogs and pigs in blankets were cooking in the oven. "It's not mean!" Vegeta said. "He has no right to......grope my daughter." Bulma shrugged. "Then he's already violated a law. What do you think they were DOING the whole day yesterday?" Vegeta's eyes got HUGE. "BR-AAAAAAA!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. She came down in a sparkly white top that didn't cover all of her tummy, and some skin tight diva pants. "You hoe." Bulma remarked. Bra stuck her tongue out. "What did you and Rehmon DO the intire day yesterday?" Vegeta pondered. Bra kicked at the ground with a socked toe. "We um....just..." Vegeta got madder and madder. "JUST SAY IT!" He blurted.
"Fine! All we did was make out. We didn't have sex." Vegeta breathed out for the first time in five minutes. "That's a relief." He said. "Now if I could only beleive you." Bra thought. "Oh, and there was touching involed too." Vegeta covered his ears. 'I do NOT want to know..." he said, and began to hum a tune. Then, the doorbell rang. "It's Krillin and 18 and Marron!" Bra said, when she looked through the peephole. She twisted the doorknoob and let them in. The glazed over look was still in Krillin's eyes, like he was hung over. "Hello!" Bulma said. "How are you guys doing today?" Vegeta coulden't say hello. He was too busy trying NOT to stare at what 18 was wearing. It was a white Halter Bra and a pair of shorts that were so short that her butt almost fell out. Vegeta noticed her legs were very, very nice and creamy colored. "Hi Vegeta." 18 said. He blushed and waved. He knew it was wrong to have a crush on someone when you were married, but he coulden't help it. "I made Pigs in Blankets!" Bulma said. "And Vegeta suggested Corny Dogs!" Krillin rubbed his stomach. "Yum!" Marron was runnig up the stairs to go talk to Bra.
"We have a plan." Vegeta said. "When Rehmon comes in, we're going to act like we all love him, right?" 18 nodded. "Then we're going to tell him that he sucks and he can never come over here again." They all nodded, except 18. "I'm not so sure...I mean, I did wish him back from the dead. And this is awfully mean!" Vegeta shook his head wildly. "This is not mean! You have to help!" 18 shook her head. "If you guys want me to take part in something so mean, I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave." Krillin made a sad face. "Yeah. And where 18 goes, I go. So maybe you shoulden't make her do it." Vegeta nodded. 'Fine, only me, Bulma and Krillin will do it.' They all shook on it. "He should be here any minute." Bulma said. "I'm gonna go....get the stuff out of the oven." 18 said. She ran into the kitchen. Bulma ran after her, to try and avoid being rude. That left Krillin and Vegeta there to open the door. But when the doorbell rang, Bra was down the stairs like a flash. She opened the door. "Hi!" She said, and she kissed Rehmon on the lips. Vegeta saw that Rehmon's lips were slightly parted and his tongue was in her mouth, and his muscles went rigid. Be nice for the first hour. He thought, then he loosened up."Hi Mr. Vegeta!" Rehmon said, holding out his hand. Vegeta shook it, hoping to break Rehmon's hand, but when it got painful to Rehmon he jerked it away. Trunks walked in. "Hi guys." He said. Pan was gone, but Trunks looked like he had his fuses blown.
18 came out of the kitchen and Rehmon said hello to her. "How's the new apartment?" She asked. rehmon cleared his thoroat. "Fine, I guess, since you guys kicked me out.' 18 and Krillin were silent. "Well it's a 2 bedroom house. We coulden't ask you to share one with Marron, so you had to share with us. And 18 wanted sex. So you had to go." Rehmon hung his head. "Your the one who wanted sex!" 18 yelled. "I want sex!" Said Vegeta. Everyone stared at him. He sucked on his thumb until they all turned around.
"let's go upstairs!" Bra said. She tugged on Rehmon's arm. "Wait.' He said. "I have a present for everyone." And he pulled out 4 huge bottles of expensive wine. Vegeta's eyes sparkled. "We can't get rid of him in an hour!" Bulma whispered to him. "He's got the best booze around! Let's wait a while, okay?" Vegeta nodded and grabbed a bottle. He took a long drink. He and Bulma were going to share, Krillin and 18 were, and Bra and Rehmon, even though Bra was underage. the fourth bottle was for Marron herself, who was sort of alone here because Bra was with her BF and everyone else had a lover. "I have the perfect guy for you, Marron." Bra said. Marron cocked her head. "Who?" Bra pointed at Trunks. "But Trunks just got f*cked by Pan!" Vegeta said. "Remember?" Bra shrugged. Marron and Trunks started talking. "NOW can we go upstairs?" Bra asked Rehmon. He gulped. "Why?" He asked. Bra shrugged. "No reason. Let's just go." Vegeta went rigid again. Bulma stroked his back once or twice, and he was okay. Or, at least, he thought it was Bulma. He was turning around to tell Bulma thanks, when he realized it was 18 rubbing his back! He blushed deep red and the buldge in his pants reappeared. But 18 had learned not to look down there on Vegeta. Bulma was pouring Orange Juice in some cups way in the back. On their way upstairs, she handed one to Rehmon and Bra. BUt they just threw it on the stairs in their crazy attempts to find a bed.
Vegeta wanted to find a bed, too, when 18 started talking to him. He knew it was just lust, but he would have liked to carry out some of the many fantasies he was having right now. Bulma knew about it. She could tell by the way he was staring at her shirts. I mean, they were so short the edge of her panties showed! "Vegeta, would you like to come help me?" Bulma asked him. He looked over at her, considered it, and shook his head. He liked thinking these thoughts too much. "And why not?" She asked. He shrugged. "I just don't wanna." He wanted to talk to 18, but his hopes were shattered when she said, 'I'll help you, Bulma." And walked away. He was furious. "Let's go upstairs, Bulma." he said. "I'm tired and I want to watch TV without hearing any noise." Bulma shook her head. "We have guests, Vegeta. And remember our...plan? If you want to go watch TV, then you can watch for about 30 minutes but then I'm coming to get you." Vegeta shrugged it off. He didn't want to go alone.
"let's go and snoop on Bra and Rehmon." said vegeta. Bulma shook her head. "No. You have to be nice for the first hour." Vegeta whined.
When Bra and Rehmon got upstairs, Rehmon was curious why they were going so fast. "Why are we running?" He asked Bra. Bra took him in her room and slammed the door tight. "If you close the door, your dad might suspect something is going on!" Rehmon said. "I don't think that's very smart...." Bra shrugged. "What if there IS something going on in here? Then we won't have anything to hide." Rehmon was getting nervous. "Are you implying that we f*ck?" Bra nodded. "Yep." Rehmon ran for the door. Bra stopped him. "But we can't f*ck! We've only known eachother a week, and if your dad finds out....he'll kill me!" Bra shrugged. "We have great chemistry, and what Papa doesn't know won't hurt him." She ripped off Rehmon's shirt. "hey! Stop that!" He said. "This is not a good idea!" Then she started to kiss Rehmon's face and neck and chest. He liked it, but he thought it was a bit reckless and stupid to be doing this up in her room where Vegeta could burst in any moment. But soon, he just gave into his lust and had sex with Bra.
Later, Vegeta was sitting on the couch. 18 was on the opposite couch. "Where did Krillin go again?" 18 asked. Vegeta looked at the front door. "They went to go get more Booze...we're out of the expensive stuff that Rehmon brought." 18 stared at the front door with her squinty eyes some more. "When they get back, let's go swimming." She said. Vegeta's eyes got big. "No, that's not a good idea." He said. He didn't want to because he was afraid that if he saw 18 in her bikini again he would bust his bathing suit. 18 shrugged. "Aw well. I tried." She said. "Where's Bra and Rehmon?" Trunks and Marron were upstairs at the moment, talking. "They're up in Bra's room." Vegeta said. "You do know that they're probably having wild sex right now, don't you?" Vegeta nodded, though it was hard. "Yes, I know that." Then they were silent again, and the only sound was the ticking clock.
Vegeta cleared his throat. "Am I ugly?" 18 asked in a choked voice. "You never look at me! It's like I'm a monster with yellow teeth!" Her voice was beginning to hitch. "That's not why I don't look atcha." Vegeta said. "It's because you...." He trailed off. "What? Dress like a whore?" 18 asked, her voice even more choked. Vegeta nodded. "But that's not all of it." 18 cocked her head. "What's the rest?" Vegeta took a deep breath. "becausewhenyoudresslikethatitmakesmewanttof*ckthesh*toutofyou." Vegeta said, really fast. "What was that?" 18 asked. "I didn't get it all." Vegeta growled deeply and said, "Because when you dress like that it makes me want to f*ck the sh*t out of you." 18 sat there with a suprised look on her face. "Oh my." She said. "See how unfair it is!" Vegeta said. "I have a wife! I'm not supposed to be having fantasies about other women!" 18 was mad, too. "Well when YOU wear spandex, it makes ME want to f*ck the sh*t out of YOU! And I'm married, so I shoulden't be having fantasies about other men!" They were both silent for a few seconds. "God." Vegeta said. "God." 18 said. They stared at eachother. "Maybe if you....got in a car crash...and got a few disfiguring scars or something....I woulden't like you so much." Vegeta said. "You might outta try it." 18 thought up a suggestion. "Maybe if YOU tried to slit your wrists and went mad, that would take some of your attractiveness out." Vegeta shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe we just shoulden't see eachother." 18 nodded. "That sounds like a good idea." Vegeta nodded back. "After all, it's just puppy love, or lust, or whatever you call it." Suddenly, 18's face brightened. "You know what? One way to get rid of lust is to act on it." Vegeta leapt from his seat. "WHOA! Back off, woman! I'm married! Happily, mind you!" 18 nodded. "I know, I know, me too. But I bet Bulma's screwed on you a million times. I mean, she did(18 is making up a lie here)tell me your sexual techniques got a little boring after the first...oh....3 times." Vegeta's face got as red as a beet. "I'll show her! I'll have sex with another woman...only...what other woman?" 18 bonked him on the head. "ME!" ***WARNING!***THE NEXT 2 PARAGRAPHS ARE RATED 'R' FOR EXTREME SEXUAL SITUATIONS. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ANYTHING LIKE THAT, SKIP OVER THE NEXT TWO PARAGRAPHS, UNTIL YOU SEE THE **OKAY** SIGHN. THANK YOU.****
Vegeta looked at 18 for a long time. "Then he said, 'OK. But how do I know Bulma won't come home in the middle?" #18 shrugged. "That's what makes it EXITING!! Now come on before you lose that nice boner you've been developing while I was talking to you." She said. She grabbed his arm, making it bigger. Then she drug him up the stairs and threw him onto his and Bulma's bed. "But this is me and Bulma's BED. I can't bring myself to do it where Bulma sleeps..where she f*cks me... where she fondles-" #18 shushed him. "I don't want to hear anymore of what Bulma does to you in this bed. I think I've got a pretty good idea by now." She said. She shut the door and made sure to lock it very tight. Vegeta undid his own belt so she woulden't hafta go through the trouble, and put it on the nightstand. "I'm waiting." He sighed, putting his head on the pillow. He kept thinking about getting up and running, but when he looked at #18 again it just made him hungrier and hungrier. Finally, she got on top of him and started to kiss him all over the face, and he did the same to her. Except he used his tounge with great pleasure. He wanted to use his tounge somewhere OTHER than her face, like he had done to Bulma all the time. It tasted HORRID, but the noises Bulma made while he did it was pleasure enough for him. He stopped thinking about Bulma when he felt a feminine hand grab his hot spot. "What?" Vegeta said. "You were thinking about Bulma. I could tell." #18 said. He thought her hands felt better down there than Bulma's did. "Fondle me. I want you to." Vegeta said. "If you EVER want to even measure up to my wife, you'll hafta do this one thing." (Public, this scene might get just a little...wait, what am I saying. it WILL get REALLY nasty, so everyone who doesen't like to read all the nasty things I write than don't read the rest of this paragraph.) "Alright." #18 said. Vegeta smiled as she ran her hands down his body and to the seam of his spandex pants. She started to untie the little knot he had tied, and then she finally got it untied and pulled the string to make it looser. Then she stuck her hands in his pants. "You sure?" She asked. Vegeta nodded. "Sure." He said. Her hands were so close that he was ALREADY horny!! It wasen't long that he felt her educated hands begin their work, and not long until he was overwhelmed with pleasure of the sexual nature. To tell her the truth he'd hafta say her fondlings were better than Bulma's!! "#18..." He murmered. His hips started that bucking thing, and almost knocked her off the bed. "What?" She asked, going just a little faster and making him groan, almost scream. "You feel soo much better than Bulma. This shows me what I've been missing all this time." Vegeta said, then clenched his teeth. He thought they would break from the force that he was clenching them. He also thought he'd puncture a hole in the water bed from the force he was gripping the matress. "Why..thank you. I can do something else too." She said. She stopped for a second. "What?" Vegeta asked. He was winded from the pleasure her hand job hand given him, and he knew what was coming next. "Just watch and learn. I'm better at show than tell." #18 said. She stuck her head between his legs, and started her little cherade. Now how about we leave Geeta alone while he gets his jollies with someone other than his wife? O.K?
***OKAY***NOW THE RATED 'R' PART IS OVER. IT IS RATED PG-13 AGAIN NOW.
Rehmon and Bra were in the bed, finished. "Wow. That was AMAZING, Rehmon! Mom was right! You are EXCELLENT at that!" Rehmon was proud of himself for his great ability to give women pleasure. "That's kind of awkward that I had sex with your old mother. Please don't mention that again." Bra nodded. "Your mom used to be so pretty."Rehmonsaid. "Then I come back here, and next thing I know, she's a pinch faced old woman."bra didn't like him dissing her mother. "Okay. Whatever." She got up off the bed. "Where are you going?" Rehmon asked. "Did I make you mad?" Bra shook her head. "No.I just figure we'dbetter go back in the living room, before Papa gets suspicious of where I was." Rehmon got off the bed and started to put on some pajama pants and a white shirt. "He's gonna wonder why i changed clothes." He said. Bra shrugged. "We'll tell him you dumped the wine on your shirt. Annd just in case he asks for proof--" She popped the top off the bottle and doused the shirt in it. "Here." She held it out to him, and he looked at it. "That wine was expensive, you know!" He said. "And I don't have a job. I don't know what I'm gonna do."
"Papa and Mamma tried to go over to your house yesterday to see if they could get you a job, but me and you were out, still." Rehmon shrugged. "You win some, u lose some. Anyway, i was thinking of trying out a job as a man who drives one of those little golf cart thingys. looks easy enough." bra shook her head as she looked through her drawer for some underwear to put on under her nightgown. 'you have to get a better job than that to keep your apartment.' Rehmon sighed. "Whatever. Let's go down." So they did.
Vegeta all the sudden jumped up from the bed. "What's wrong?" 18 asked. "You b*tch!' Vegeta said, and he struck 18 across the face so hard she flew off the bed and there was an instant purple mark. "You pinched me!" Vegeta said. 18 rubbed her face. 'I did not! You were having a bad dream!" Vegeta looked embarrased. "Yes, i suppose i was.'' Then he layed back down on the bed and sighed. ''I want Bulma to come home.'' He said. Then he got back up and put on some pants. ''Maybe she's having sex with Krillin.'' 18 said. Vegeta shrugged. ''Maybe.'' Then he went down the stairs to go in the living room. ''Hey! You can't leave me in here!' 18 said. ''Yes I can. Watch me.'' Vegeta said, and with that he walked down the stairs and into the living room. He then went into the kitchen and got a soda, before sitting down on the couch and staring at the door. ''What are you doing?'' 18 asked. ''I'm waiting for Bulma to come home.'' Vegeta said. 18 was sickened at Vegeta. He always sniffed her butt like a puppy and followed her around.
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Vegeta rapped on the door, waited a little, then rapped again. "S' weird." He said, rapping again, more insistantly. "What's weird?" Asked Bulma. "He's home, isn't he? I mean, he has no where else to go." Vegeta shook his head. "No, he's not home. Maybe he went out to McDonald's." Vegeta licked his lips. He was very hungry. "Maybe...." Bulma said. "But he has no MONEY to go to McDonalds, Vegeta." Vegeta's eyes widened. "What about that money we gave him? Maybe he's misusing it!" Bulma bonked Vegeta on his head. "Ow." He said. "Your crazy!" She said. "He's too nice to misuse money." Vegeta rubbed his head. "Well you didn't have to hit. Let's go to McDonalds." Bulma shrugged. "We'll come back later." She said.
"But I want to play on the Play Place!" Vegeta said. "Look at it! There's no kids on it, and doesn't it look fun?" Bulma looked at the play place. "Yes, Vegeta, it looks just thrilling. Now sit down and eat." She pointed at his chair. "NO! I want to slide down slides and play in the ball ben!" Bulma pointed at his chair, more insistantly. "Park it, Buster." She said. Vegeta grumbled something and sat down. "Please....can I after I eat? That was always the kids' rule." Bulma rolled her eyes. "I don't even know why u want to, but alright, if it will get you to eat." Vegeta nodded savagly and tore into his food. With a mouthful of food, he asked, 'You promise?'. Bulma nodded. "Yes, d*mmit, I promise! Now EAT!" Vegeta pouted and tore a bite off a chicken nugget. "These taste like they've been rubbed on the floor." He said. "IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP AND EAT, I WILL RUB THEM ON THE FLOOR AND THEN MAKE YOU EAT THEM! NOW EAT!!" Vegeta started to eat them again. "Alright, alright you big grouch. What's this, PMS week?" Vegeta was all to familier with that time of month.
"I'm done!" He said, in a recored breaking 2 seconds. "Can I play now? Can I?" Bulma pulled out a camera and smiled. "Sure. This will be a Kodak moment, for sure." She raised the camera as Vegeta ran towards the play equipment. She took pictures of his nice, tight *ss as he ran. Those would go into her special 'private' photos. More of those will be revealed later in the story.....Hee hee. She locked them away in the section of the digital camera where you needed a password, and raised the camera to Vegeta. He was sitting up in the rocket thingy that wiggled. It was beding almost all the way down from his 123 pounds. "Hiya, Bulma!" He said, waving. He bounced on his bottom, causing the rocket to move up and down. Bulma snapped a photo. "Don't cause that to fall, now, Geeta." He frowned. "You callin' me....WHOA!" The rocket snapped, and fell to the ground. "OWCH!" He said. The rocket collapsed on top of his masculine figure. "Vegeta!" Bulma cried. "Honey, are you alright?" She helped and pulled him to the standing position. "Of course I am alright." he said. "Did you get that?"
Bulma shook her head. "Now stay out of those children's rides before you hurt yourself!" But Vegeta was already climbing the steps to the biggest slide there was. "Veggie! Vegeta get down from there!" But she heard him thump as he came down the slide--but he wasn't sliding, he was head over heels tumbling! Bulma knew from the sounds it was making. And then, the sounds suddenly stopped. "Vegeta?" She asked. He hadn't come out of the slide yet. "Are you okay?" She asked, peering into the slide. What she saw was hilarious. Vegeta was stuck in the slide--upside down! he looked like he had been tumbling and gotten stuck. Bulma had a fit of the giggles. "Oh, Great Vegeta! And just how are we supposed to get you out of there?" Vegeta looked at her between his legs. His head was upside down. "I don't know! But If you take a picture I'm going to kill--" Bulma took a picture on the digital camera. "Bulma!" he said. "This is embarrasing as it is! Now stop clicking away on that camera and help me!" Bulma laughed some more. "But Vegeta, I told you not to play on the kid's playground. It's nobody's fault but ur own, so why should I help??"
"Because ur my wife! Now help me!" he wiggled a little, and when he did, he loosened and flopped out. "There." Bulma said. "You got out alright." She patted his back. "No thanks to you." He sneered. Then he ran for the ball ben. "Vegeta, you've broken the rocket and gotten stuck in the slide! A smart person would think that you have figured out your too big!" But Vegeta was 'swimming' in the balls(You know, how we all used to do)and throwing some at Bulma. "Come play with me!" He said. "It's fun!" Bulma just rolled her eyes and snapped picture after picture.
They wereb't supposed to be a couple, just friends. But, for some reason, this friendly date had become a long, satisfying, unexplained bout of making out. "D*mn....you are a GOOD kisser." Bra murmered to Rehmon as she kissed him. He was kissing all over her face and neck and his hands were groping all over her. "Your not so bad yourself." Rehmon murmered back. And they continued kissing.
"I wonder where he is." Vegeta said, after rapping on the door a SECOND time. "You are right. He has no money to go anywhere and no friends....execpt 18 and Krillin's!" Vegeta suddenly ran to the car and hopped in. He revved the engine. "C'mon, Bulma! We haven't got all day!" He scolded. Bulma ran in her high heels, which were tapping wildly, and hopped into the car. She buckled in. "Where to?" She asked her Veggie. "We're gonna go and see if Rehmon's at Krillin and 18's. And while we're there, I woulden't mind looking at 18 a little myself." Bulma slapped Vegeta. "Shut up Vegeta! Don't you remember our wedding vows?" Vegeta looked up, deep in thought. "The only part I remember was the 'in sickness and in health' part. You may need to give me a refresher course. "Um....he said that you need to only satisfy your lusts with me and remain faithful." Vegeta groaned. "But what if my lusts are for another woman?" Bulma looked at him grimly. "I'm not saying they ARE. I lust for you, too you know." Bulma smiled, content, and looked forward out the car windsheild.
Pretty soon, they pulled into Krillin and 18's parking lot. Krillin was in a lawn chair and 18 was laying on top of him, obviously trying to tan her back. "Hey guys!" Bulma said. 18 looked up. "Oh hi." She said. Krillin waved. "I was tanning, and Krillin was protecting me from wasps." Vegeta tried not to stare at her reveling bikini, but it was close to impossible. It was impossible for any straight man. "What can I do for you guys?" 18 asked, slinging her hair around in a way Vegeta thought was very sexy. His heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head away and covered his pants so Bulma woulden't notice the considerable buldge. "Um, we wanna know if Rehmon's here." Vegeta said, his head turned away. 18 was puzzled. "Is there something between my teeth or something, Vegeta? Why aren't you looking at me?"
"Don't be rude, Vegeta!" Bulma whispered. "No...there's not. I was just observing the beautiful scenery." Vegeta said. 18 looked at the ugly and barren land behind him. "ooookay. Beautiful, my *ss." 18 said. Vegetea was embarrased. "Is he here, or not?" Vegeta asked again. 18 shook her head, and her hair did that slingy thing. Much of her neck was exposed, and Vegeta thought of how much he would like to kiss it, and the buldge in his pants grew bigger. "Nope. He's not here." 18 said. Bulma looked down at Vegeta's hands, which were treying to conceal his boner. "Take your hands away from your pants!" She said. "That looks nasty!" Vegeta did, but he turned around first so she coulsen't see. "Vegeta! Why are you being so rude today?! Turn around so that 18 can talk to us." Vegeta slowly turned around and hoped no one looked at his pants.
"He hasn't stopped by since he bought that apartment." 18 said sadly. "I used to like that guy. I used to wanna f*ck him into a hole in the ground. But when I wished him back, I realized I wasn't a young lady anymore and he wasn't attractive to me anymore. But I think Bra likes him." Vegeta stirred. "Don't say that!" He said. She looked at him, alarmed. "Why not?" She asked. Vegeta got all tongue tied. "Um...Um...because, um....just because I don't want her to like him." Vegeta said. "Oh." Said 18. Vegeta noticed Bulma was rushing him along. "I think it's time for us to go now." She said. "Bye!" Said 18. She shook vegeta's hand, and made his buldge get bigger. 18 looked down and saw the buldge. She looked at Vegeta's face and giggled, but she didn't say anythiung to Bulma. Vegeta ran to their car and shut his self in his car. "Come on, Bulma!" He said.
Bulma waved at 18 and Krillin, who was sleeping. Vegeta raised one hand in the air, and then they started the car and drove off.
That night, Bra and Rehmon finally arrived back at his apartment. It had been a great day. After their makeout session, they had spent the rest of the day holding hands and talking friendly. Bra walked Rehmon up to his door. "Goodnight." She said. "I hope my parents won't suspect." Rehmon leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "So I take it we're not just friends?" Bra asked. Rehmon nodded, and placed a finger on his lips. "We can be a couple--but you HAVE to keep it quiet, ya hear? No telling anyone, especially Mr. Vegeta!" Bra nodded. "Okay I won't." Then he went into his house.
"He wasn't home ALL day." Vegeta said. "I wonder where he was. And I wonder what Bra and Goten were doing that was so interesting." Bulma shrugged. "Reconciliating a relationship can take time. I hope THAT'S what they were doing, and not having sex." Vegeta shook his head. "No, Bra woulden't do that again. She knows how upset I get." Bulma shrugged again. "I don't know. Now let me read, please." Vegeta grumbled and tried to read a newspaper, but to no prevail. It was just too boring. Suddenly, the door swung open and Bra came in.
"Oh, hello Bra!" Bulma said. "Where's Goten? Why didn't you bring him in for dinner?" Bra looked puzzled. "Goten? Why would I....Oh, Goten! Well, He didn't want to come because he....uh....he has some homework to do." Vegeta gave a whimsical look. "But Bra, it's summer. You don't have school in summer, let alone homework." She tried to retract her lie once again. "Well....he went to summer school." Vegeta nodded. "Ohhhh...but I'm not exactly sure I want my daughter dating a dumb *ss." Vegeta said. "Your children will be stupid." "Who says I want kids?" Bra asked. Vegeta shrugged. "Most women do." Bra made a face. "Well, too bad."
"But I always knew your BF would be a stupid guy like Goten." Bra was mad at this comment. She didn't like people THINKING she was dating Goten so they would insult her taste in guys! Her pride was at stake! "Yeah, he isn't supremly smart." Bulma agreed. "Vegeta, I would think Bra would have better taste than that!" Vegeta nodded like a soldier. "Your right. Her taste has really gone down the drain." Bulma nodded at her husband and abandoned her magazine. "HEY, You guys!" Bra said. "That's not nice! Goten is....cool....to....some extent!" (She's kind of right) Vegeta laughed. "Bra, your so blind. Have u ever seen another guy as ugly or mean as Goten is? He's also not the most brilliant crayon in the box!" Bra was steamed. "I'M NOT GOING OUT WITH GOTEN! I'M GOING OUT WITH REHMON! AND SOME DAY, I'M GOING TO f*ck HIM!!" Vegeta and Bulma stared at her, and Vegeta dropped his newspaper. "You WHAT?" He asked. "Going out with Rehmon." Bra said, this time more quiet. Vegeta jumped out of the chair and grabbed Bra by the shoulders. He began shaking her vigurously. "What the hell are you thinking, you little brat! I forbode you to ever SEE that creep again! That's where he was! Bra, if you weren't my own flesh and blood I would have KILLED YOU by now!" He made a strangling guesture with his hands. Trunks came out of his room to see what all the commotion was. He had two naked Barbies in his hands.
"Go back in your room, please Trunks." Bulma said quietly. He stepped back in his room and shut the door. He didn't even want to know what the commotion was about. "BRA! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU! YOU GO AND......MESS AROUND WITH THAT....THAT....HORRIBLE UGLY BEAST?!" bra nodded. "You little B*tch!" Vegeta yelled. Bulma grabbed him and made him lay on the couch. "Now you lay down and stop yelling until you calm down!" Bulma said sternly. But Vegeta hopped up and began yelling, so Bulma did the only thing that would work. She slapped Vegeta so hard that he keeled across the floor and fell into the TV. It broke with a crash. "God, dad." Bra said. "You don't have to break the TV over it." Vegeta growled and hopped up. Then he clenched his fists and went up to his room. "Jesus, what's HIS problem?" Bra asked. "YOUR his problem." Bulma said. "We never suspected we would have such a problem child." Then she raised her hands to the heavens. "WE TRIED!" She said. "KAI, WE TRIED!" Then she ran up to her room with Vegeta and slammed the door. Bra shrugged and went into HER room.
The next morning, when Bra woke up, Vegeta and Bulma were already in the kitchen, quietly eating and occasionaly talking to eachother. Bra had been standing in the hall listening for a while before she decided to come in. "Hello Mama! Hello Papa!" She said upon coming in. When Vegeta and Bulma looked at her, They got this look on their face. Then, all the sudden, Vegeta was grabbing Bulma and dragging her up into the room. "What are you doing, Veggie?" Bulma asked. "We have to tell Bra good morning--oh, and that she's a disgrace." Vegeta nodded. "I don't know about the good morning part but later we can tell her a disgrace. I have a plan." Bulma didn't look interested. "Is it another one of your crazy schemes that have no way in a lumberjack's hell of working?" Vegeta looked up. "No." He finally resolved. "This one is going to work. But it's kind of mean, though." Bulma thought a minute, then she shrugged. "Okay. I don't care. Tell me." Vegeta cleared his throat. "We'll PRETEND like we approve of Rehmon." Bulma cocked her head as he paused. But then, he shot his finger up in the air. "And when he comes over, we'll shoot his hopes and dreams and tell him he's not welcome here anymore. And if Bra still wants to be with him, she can leave." Bulma's mouth went into an 'o'. "Vegeta! She's 16! We can't tell her she has to leave! We'll br thrown in jail! Didn't you learn anything from those parenting classes?" Vegeta was a little embarrased that he had been required to take parenting classes. "Shut up, woman!" He said. "let me finish! I said, 'She's not going to HAVE to leave. Only if she refuses to obide by our rules. Which happen to include not dating Rehmon." Bulma nodded slowly. "Alright, honey. Let's go and tell her we accept that she wants to be with Rehmon. I hope she buys it." "She will." Said Vegeta with an evil grin.
"Alright, Bra." Vegeta said. "We would just like to tell you that we accept that you like Rehmon and you want to--" Vegeta's face became rigid and hard. He didn't WANT to say it. "Say it!" Bulma said, elbowing him. "I don't care if you be with Rehmon. Neither does your mother? Do you, Bulmee?" Bulma's eyes got big. "Vegeta, did you just call me Bulmee?" He started laughing. Bulma just rolled her eyes. "Okay, Bra. We approve of Rehmon. Now call him up and invite him over for a big old lunch." Bra just stood in the hall. "What kind of fool do you guys take me for?" Vegeta was still rolling on the ground. "You went out with GOTEN! That means your a HUGE fool!" He laughed harder. "Tell her how ugly Goten is, BULMEE." Bulma growled. "If you call me that again I'm going to chop off your balls with a butcher knife!" Vegeta was silent. "We don't take you for a fool." Bulma said. ,Trunks came out of his room with 2 barbies. "Hi guys." he said, and sat down at the table. "Hello Trunks. And Bra, we're not concocting an...evil plan or anything..." Vegeta said, and then he looked at Bulma and winked. She growled.
"Okay fine." Bra said. "I'll call him over. But I just saw him yesterday." And she dialed a number and went into her room. "Okay. Everything's at go." Vegeta said, and he rubbed his hands togather. "Tomarrow, she won't even expect it!" He laughed his famous evil laugh. "Oh shut up." Bulma said. "I have to go and fold laundry." Then she walked away. "But woulden't you like to do something....more fun?" Vegeta asked. Bulma shook her head. "Not right now I woulden't." And she got a big old basket of laundry down off the washer. "Come on." Vegeta said. He grabbed her @$$ and made her drop the laundry bansket on her toe. "OW!" She screamed, and jumped 5 feet in the air. Vegeta caught her baby-style." What kind of silly stunt was that?" He asked, putting her back down on her feet. "You caused me to drop the heavy basket of laundry on my feet!" Bulma snapped. Vegeta realized that she hadn't been being very nice to him today. "Maybe I'll just go jump off the back of a truck." Vegeta grumbled. Bulma picked up a pair of his pants and began to fold it. "You do that." She said thoughtfully. "And while your outside, hang these on the line." She threw about 12 dozen pairs of pants and some of Bra's skirts at Vegeta. He caught them. "Fine." He said. "Nobody loves me....I'm a punk." And he walked outside. "How come nobody loves me?" He started haning the clothes on the line, half @$$.
"VEGETA!" Bulma said, running outside. "Vegeta! Your doing it all wrong!" She ran up and grabbed the last pair of pants from Vegeta. "But I thought I was doing just fine!" He said. Bulma looked at the clothes, which were all slung over the line without a clip. Some had even fallen. She shoved Vegeta out of the way. He fell on his butt on the ground and whimpered. "THIS is how it's done, Vegeta." She said, and clipped the pants on the clothesline. She did a curtsy. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist." She said. "Now get up." Vegeta started whimpering. His bottom lip trembled. "But you pushed me down and I hurt my butt.' He said. Bulma was sad. "I'm so sorry, Vegeta!" She said. She sat down on the ground by Vegeta and hugged his head to her chest. "I'm just moody lately. You know, with all the Bra stuff." Vegeta sniffled. "We need to find out when he's coming over.' He said. "So we can crush his spirits."
Suddenly, Trunks came careening out into the yard. "Help me!" Trunks said. He latched on to Bulma's back. "Pan came over. And she wants to have sex. But I'm a virgin. I don't know how." Vegeta busted out laughing and rolling in the green grass. "Just go tell Pan about it." Bulma said. "I'm sure she'll understand." Trunks shook his head. "But u don't understand! I don't want to have sex with Pan!" Bulma swooshed air out her lips. "Then go TELL her that! What am I supposed to do, chaperone?" Suddenly, Pan ran out. She was dressed like a slut. "Come on, Trunks!" She said. "Go back in your room!" Bulma was outraged. "Don't look, Vegeta." She said. "You might have a heart attack." Vegeta didn't look. Trunks and Pan went up to Trunks' room. Trunks was really nervous looking. "Okay, Vegeta. You can look now." He opened his eyes up. "I want Bra to be finished on the phone so's Rehmon can come over and I can make him sad." Bulma sat down by Vegeta. He hugged her close. "Let's have a picnic out here." Bulma said. "It's pretty today." Vegeta shook his head. "But look at all the ants and bees!" He said. "Would you want to get stung by either one while trying to have a romantic picnic? I think not." Bulma didn't say anything more. That's when Bra came back out.
"Hey guys!" She said. Vegeta and Bulma looked up. "What?" Vegeta asked, annoyed. "Rehmon will be here in a minute, he says." Bra then ran up to her room to put on her newest slutty style. "Okay. I'll go start lunch. What do you think I should make?" Asked Bulma. "Make pigs in a blanket!" Vegeta said. "And corny dogs!" Even though both of them contained weinies, Bulma decided to get them anyway. She ran into the kitchen, and Vegeta was left outside all by himself. He thought of his upcoming victory--Making Rehmon feel hated and humiliated in front of him and his family. But then he thought that the victory would be much better with more people. So he decided to run in and ask Bulma if he could invite some more people.
"Okay......Krillin and Android 18 and Marron are the only ones who can come." Vegeta said. "Kakarott and the others are off training." Bulma nodded. "I'll make more Pigs and Blankets for them, too. But this is kind of mean." She tasted the Orange Juice she was making. The Corny dogs and pigs in blankets were cooking in the oven. "It's not mean!" Vegeta said. "He has no right to......grope my daughter." Bulma shrugged. "Then he's already violated a law. What do you think they were DOING the whole day yesterday?" Vegeta's eyes got HUGE. "BR-AAAAAAA!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. She came down in a sparkly white top that didn't cover all of her tummy, and some skin tight diva pants. "You hoe." Bulma remarked. Bra stuck her tongue out. "What did you and Rehmon DO the intire day yesterday?" Vegeta pondered. Bra kicked at the ground with a socked toe. "We um....just..." Vegeta got madder and madder. "JUST SAY IT!" He blurted.
"Fine! All we did was make out. We didn't have sex." Vegeta breathed out for the first time in five minutes. "That's a relief." He said. "Now if I could only beleive you." Bra thought. "Oh, and there was touching involed too." Vegeta covered his ears. 'I do NOT want to know..." he said, and began to hum a tune. Then, the doorbell rang. "It's Krillin and 18 and Marron!" Bra said, when she looked through the peephole. She twisted the doorknoob and let them in. The glazed over look was still in Krillin's eyes, like he was hung over. "Hello!" Bulma said. "How are you guys doing today?" Vegeta coulden't say hello. He was too busy trying NOT to stare at what 18 was wearing. It was a white Halter Bra and a pair of shorts that were so short that her butt almost fell out. Vegeta noticed her legs were very, very nice and creamy colored. "Hi Vegeta." 18 said. He blushed and waved. He knew it was wrong to have a crush on someone when you were married, but he coulden't help it. "I made Pigs in Blankets!" Bulma said. "And Vegeta suggested Corny Dogs!" Krillin rubbed his stomach. "Yum!" Marron was runnig up the stairs to go talk to Bra.
"We have a plan." Vegeta said. "When Rehmon comes in, we're going to act like we all love him, right?" 18 nodded. "Then we're going to tell him that he sucks and he can never come over here again." They all nodded, except 18. "I'm not so sure...I mean, I did wish him back from the dead. And this is awfully mean!" Vegeta shook his head wildly. "This is not mean! You have to help!" 18 shook her head. "If you guys want me to take part in something so mean, I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave." Krillin made a sad face. "Yeah. And where 18 goes, I go. So maybe you shoulden't make her do it." Vegeta nodded. 'Fine, only me, Bulma and Krillin will do it.' They all shook on it. "He should be here any minute." Bulma said. "I'm gonna go....get the stuff out of the oven." 18 said. She ran into the kitchen. Bulma ran after her, to try and avoid being rude. That left Krillin and Vegeta there to open the door. But when the doorbell rang, Bra was down the stairs like a flash. She opened the door. "Hi!" She said, and she kissed Rehmon on the lips. Vegeta saw that Rehmon's lips were slightly parted and his tongue was in her mouth, and his muscles went rigid. Be nice for the first hour. He thought, then he loosened up."Hi Mr. Vegeta!" Rehmon said, holding out his hand. Vegeta shook it, hoping to break Rehmon's hand, but when it got painful to Rehmon he jerked it away. Trunks walked in. "Hi guys." He said. Pan was gone, but Trunks looked like he had his fuses blown.
18 came out of the kitchen and Rehmon said hello to her. "How's the new apartment?" She asked. rehmon cleared his thoroat. "Fine, I guess, since you guys kicked me out.' 18 and Krillin were silent. "Well it's a 2 bedroom house. We coulden't ask you to share one with Marron, so you had to share with us. And 18 wanted sex. So you had to go." Rehmon hung his head. "Your the one who wanted sex!" 18 yelled. "I want sex!" Said Vegeta. Everyone stared at him. He sucked on his thumb until they all turned around.
"let's go upstairs!" Bra said. She tugged on Rehmon's arm. "Wait.' He said. "I have a present for everyone." And he pulled out 4 huge bottles of expensive wine. Vegeta's eyes sparkled. "We can't get rid of him in an hour!" Bulma whispered to him. "He's got the best booze around! Let's wait a while, okay?" Vegeta nodded and grabbed a bottle. He took a long drink. He and Bulma were going to share, Krillin and 18 were, and Bra and Rehmon, even though Bra was underage. the fourth bottle was for Marron herself, who was sort of alone here because Bra was with her BF and everyone else had a lover. "I have the perfect guy for you, Marron." Bra said. Marron cocked her head. "Who?" Bra pointed at Trunks. "But Trunks just got f*cked by Pan!" Vegeta said. "Remember?" Bra shrugged. Marron and Trunks started talking. "NOW can we go upstairs?" Bra asked Rehmon. He gulped. "Why?" He asked. Bra shrugged. "No reason. Let's just go." Vegeta went rigid again. Bulma stroked his back once or twice, and he was okay. Or, at least, he thought it was Bulma. He was turning around to tell Bulma thanks, when he realized it was 18 rubbing his back! He blushed deep red and the buldge in his pants reappeared. But 18 had learned not to look down there on Vegeta. Bulma was pouring Orange Juice in some cups way in the back. On their way upstairs, she handed one to Rehmon and Bra. BUt they just threw it on the stairs in their crazy attempts to find a bed.
Vegeta wanted to find a bed, too, when 18 started talking to him. He knew it was just lust, but he would have liked to carry out some of the many fantasies he was having right now. Bulma knew about it. She could tell by the way he was staring at her shirts. I mean, they were so short the edge of her panties showed! "Vegeta, would you like to come help me?" Bulma asked him. He looked over at her, considered it, and shook his head. He liked thinking these thoughts too much. "And why not?" She asked. He shrugged. "I just don't wanna." He wanted to talk to 18, but his hopes were shattered when she said, 'I'll help you, Bulma." And walked away. He was furious. "Let's go upstairs, Bulma." he said. "I'm tired and I want to watch TV without hearing any noise." Bulma shook her head. "We have guests, Vegeta. And remember our...plan? If you want to go watch TV, then you can watch for about 30 minutes but then I'm coming to get you." Vegeta shrugged it off. He didn't want to go alone.
"let's go and snoop on Bra and Rehmon." said vegeta. Bulma shook her head. "No. You have to be nice for the first hour." Vegeta whined.
When Bra and Rehmon got upstairs, Rehmon was curious why they were going so fast. "Why are we running?" He asked Bra. Bra took him in her room and slammed the door tight. "If you close the door, your dad might suspect something is going on!" Rehmon said. "I don't think that's very smart...." Bra shrugged. "What if there IS something going on in here? Then we won't have anything to hide." Rehmon was getting nervous. "Are you implying that we f*ck?" Bra nodded. "Yep." Rehmon ran for the door. Bra stopped him. "But we can't f*ck! We've only known eachother a week, and if your dad finds out....he'll kill me!" Bra shrugged. "We have great chemistry, and what Papa doesn't know won't hurt him." She ripped off Rehmon's shirt. "hey! Stop that!" He said. "This is not a good idea!" Then she started to kiss Rehmon's face and neck and chest. He liked it, but he thought it was a bit reckless and stupid to be doing this up in her room where Vegeta could burst in any moment. But soon, he just gave into his lust and had sex with Bra.
Later, Vegeta was sitting on the couch. 18 was on the opposite couch. "Where did Krillin go again?" 18 asked. Vegeta looked at the front door. "They went to go get more Booze...we're out of the expensive stuff that Rehmon brought." 18 stared at the front door with her squinty eyes some more. "When they get back, let's go swimming." She said. Vegeta's eyes got big. "No, that's not a good idea." He said. He didn't want to because he was afraid that if he saw 18 in her bikini again he would bust his bathing suit. 18 shrugged. "Aw well. I tried." She said. "Where's Bra and Rehmon?" Trunks and Marron were upstairs at the moment, talking. "They're up in Bra's room." Vegeta said. "You do know that they're probably having wild sex right now, don't you?" Vegeta nodded, though it was hard. "Yes, I know that." Then they were silent again, and the only sound was the ticking clock.
Vegeta cleared his throat. "Am I ugly?" 18 asked in a choked voice. "You never look at me! It's like I'm a monster with yellow teeth!" Her voice was beginning to hitch. "That's not why I don't look atcha." Vegeta said. "It's because you...." He trailed off. "What? Dress like a whore?" 18 asked, her voice even more choked. Vegeta nodded. "But that's not all of it." 18 cocked her head. "What's the rest?" Vegeta took a deep breath. "becausewhenyoudresslikethatitmakesmewanttof*ckthesh*toutofyou." Vegeta said, really fast. "What was that?" 18 asked. "I didn't get it all." Vegeta growled deeply and said, "Because when you dress like that it makes me want to f*ck the sh*t out of you." 18 sat there with a suprised look on her face. "Oh my." She said. "See how unfair it is!" Vegeta said. "I have a wife! I'm not supposed to be having fantasies about other women!" 18 was mad, too. "Well when YOU wear spandex, it makes ME want to f*ck the sh*t out of YOU! And I'm married, so I shoulden't be having fantasies about other men!" They were both silent for a few seconds. "God." Vegeta said. "God." 18 said. They stared at eachother. "Maybe if you....got in a car crash...and got a few disfiguring scars or something....I woulden't like you so much." Vegeta said. "You might outta try it." 18 thought up a suggestion. "Maybe if YOU tried to slit your wrists and went mad, that would take some of your attractiveness out." Vegeta shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe we just shoulden't see eachother." 18 nodded. "That sounds like a good idea." Vegeta nodded back. "After all, it's just puppy love, or lust, or whatever you call it." Suddenly, 18's face brightened. "You know what? One way to get rid of lust is to act on it." Vegeta leapt from his seat. "WHOA! Back off, woman! I'm married! Happily, mind you!" 18 nodded. "I know, I know, me too. But I bet Bulma's screwed on you a million times. I mean, she did(18 is making up a lie here)tell me your sexual techniques got a little boring after the first...oh....3 times." Vegeta's face got as red as a beet. "I'll show her! I'll have sex with another woman...only...what other woman?" 18 bonked him on the head. "ME!" ***WARNING!***THE NEXT 2 PARAGRAPHS ARE RATED 'R' FOR EXTREME SEXUAL SITUATIONS. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ANYTHING LIKE THAT, SKIP OVER THE NEXT TWO PARAGRAPHS, UNTIL YOU SEE THE **OKAY** SIGHN. THANK YOU.****
Vegeta looked at 18 for a long time. "Then he said, 'OK. But how do I know Bulma won't come home in the middle?" #18 shrugged. "That's what makes it EXITING!! Now come on before you lose that nice boner you've been developing while I was talking to you." She said. She grabbed his arm, making it bigger. Then she drug him up the stairs and threw him onto his and Bulma's bed. "But this is me and Bulma's BED. I can't bring myself to do it where Bulma sleeps..where she f*cks me... where she fondles-" #18 shushed him. "I don't want to hear anymore of what Bulma does to you in this bed. I think I've got a pretty good idea by now." She said. She shut the door and made sure to lock it very tight. Vegeta undid his own belt so she woulden't hafta go through the trouble, and put it on the nightstand. "I'm waiting." He sighed, putting his head on the pillow. He kept thinking about getting up and running, but when he looked at #18 again it just made him hungrier and hungrier. Finally, she got on top of him and started to kiss him all over the face, and he did the same to her. Except he used his tounge with great pleasure. He wanted to use his tounge somewhere OTHER than her face, like he had done to Bulma all the time. It tasted HORRID, but the noises Bulma made while he did it was pleasure enough for him. He stopped thinking about Bulma when he felt a feminine hand grab his hot spot. "What?" Vegeta said. "You were thinking about Bulma. I could tell." #18 said. He thought her hands felt better down there than Bulma's did. "Fondle me. I want you to." Vegeta said. "If you EVER want to even measure up to my wife, you'll hafta do this one thing." (Public, this scene might get just a little...wait, what am I saying. it WILL get REALLY nasty, so everyone who doesen't like to read all the nasty things I write than don't read the rest of this paragraph.) "Alright." #18 said. Vegeta smiled as she ran her hands down his body and to the seam of his spandex pants. She started to untie the little knot he had tied, and then she finally got it untied and pulled the string to make it looser. Then she stuck her hands in his pants. "You sure?" She asked. Vegeta nodded. "Sure." He said. Her hands were so close that he was ALREADY horny!! It wasen't long that he felt her educated hands begin their work, and not long until he was overwhelmed with pleasure of the sexual nature. To tell her the truth he'd hafta say her fondlings were better than Bulma's!! "#18..." He murmered. His hips started that bucking thing, and almost knocked her off the bed. "What?" She asked, going just a little faster and making him groan, almost scream. "You feel soo much better than Bulma. This shows me what I've been missing all this time." Vegeta said, then clenched his teeth. He thought they would break from the force that he was clenching them. He also thought he'd puncture a hole in the water bed from the force he was gripping the matress. "Why..thank you. I can do something else too." She said. She stopped for a second. "What?" Vegeta asked. He was winded from the pleasure her hand job hand given him, and he knew what was coming next. "Just watch and learn. I'm better at show than tell." #18 said. She stuck her head between his legs, and started her little cherade. Now how about we leave Geeta alone while he gets his jollies with someone other than his wife? O.K?
***OKAY***NOW THE RATED 'R' PART IS OVER. IT IS RATED PG-13 AGAIN NOW.
Rehmon and Bra were in the bed, finished. "Wow. That was AMAZING, Rehmon! Mom was right! You are EXCELLENT at that!" Rehmon was proud of himself for his great ability to give women pleasure. "That's kind of awkward that I had sex with your old mother. Please don't mention that again." Bra nodded. "Your mom used to be so pretty."Rehmonsaid. "Then I come back here, and next thing I know, she's a pinch faced old woman."bra didn't like him dissing her mother. "Okay. Whatever." She got up off the bed. "Where are you going?" Rehmon asked. "Did I make you mad?" Bra shook her head. "No.I just figure we'dbetter go back in the living room, before Papa gets suspicious of where I was." Rehmon got off the bed and started to put on some pajama pants and a white shirt. "He's gonna wonder why i changed clothes." He said. Bra shrugged. "We'll tell him you dumped the wine on your shirt. Annd just in case he asks for proof--" She popped the top off the bottle and doused the shirt in it. "Here." She held it out to him, and he looked at it. "That wine was expensive, you know!" He said. "And I don't have a job. I don't know what I'm gonna do."
"Papa and Mamma tried to go over to your house yesterday to see if they could get you a job, but me and you were out, still." Rehmon shrugged. "You win some, u lose some. Anyway, i was thinking of trying out a job as a man who drives one of those little golf cart thingys. looks easy enough." bra shook her head as she looked through her drawer for some underwear to put on under her nightgown. 'you have to get a better job than that to keep your apartment.' Rehmon sighed. "Whatever. Let's go down." So they did.
Vegeta all the sudden jumped up from the bed. "What's wrong?" 18 asked. "You b*tch!' Vegeta said, and he struck 18 across the face so hard she flew off the bed and there was an instant purple mark. "You pinched me!" Vegeta said. 18 rubbed her face. 'I did not! You were having a bad dream!" Vegeta looked embarrased. "Yes, i suppose i was.'' Then he layed back down on the bed and sighed. ''I want Bulma to come home.'' He said. Then he got back up and put on some pants. ''Maybe she's having sex with Krillin.'' 18 said. Vegeta shrugged. ''Maybe.'' Then he went down the stairs to go in the living room. ''Hey! You can't leave me in here!' 18 said. ''Yes I can. Watch me.'' Vegeta said, and with that he walked down the stairs and into the living room. He then went into the kitchen and got a soda, before sitting down on the couch and staring at the door. ''What are you doing?'' 18 asked. ''I'm waiting for Bulma to come home.'' Vegeta said. 18 was sickened at Vegeta. He always sniffed her butt like a puppy and followed her around.
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