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Chapter 6: Making Friends
Vegeta walked across the street to the Blackstone Saloon. He thought about all the things that Kakarot had said to him. What was the reason that Goku had to leave? He never did tell him. And to get married! He hoped that was not the reason. Sheesh, a woman. What next.
As he neared the saloon he saw Kakarot heading towards his home across the street. He smirked at him. Never thought that he would settle down. (Oh well, gotta check in with Ice.)
Steppin though the swinging doors, he spotted Frieza at a table and strolled over to him. His cronies, Zarbon and Dodoria shifted in their seats. They didn't trust him of course. They thouht that they could run people out of town. (Ha, what a laugh. Zarbon is a goddy-two-shoes, and Dodoria thinks only of his stomach.)
Frieza looked up as Vegeta walked in. "Well, how did your little reunion go?"
Vegeta wasn't surprised that he knew what had happened in the CC Saloon. Ice seemed to have spies everwhere. "Better that I thought. Don't worry about a thing. I'll have him out of the way in no time." He smirked at the man. Zarbona and Dodoria snarled at him.
"Oh lighten up you two, you will get your turn, I'm sure." Frieza Ice lauhed and gestured for Vegeta to sit. "Have drink my friend." Vegeta sat down. It was going to be a long week.
As Goku came up to his house he saw Krillin's wife, Eighteen, leaving. "Morning, ma'am." He tipped his hat as she nodded and left. As he came to the door, he heard Chichi humming as she put away her cups. He rapped once to let her know he was here then opened the door. She turned to him and smiled.
"How was your morning?" She asked.
"Good. Vegeta come by." He took his hat off and set it on a peg. "He's going to pose as my new deputy."
"Good for him. Did he hurt you really bad?" She came up to his side looking him over.
"No, not too bad. Everthing is still here. Although, . ." he stopped.
"Yes?" she asked.
"I have this ache that won't go away." He smiled at her.
"What sort of ache?" She looked him over.
He took her hands and pulled her close. "You." Then he leaned down and kissed her. She snaked her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer. "I love you, Chichi." She smiled and pulled him to the bedroom.
Bulma raked her hands through her hair. The bills were a blur infront of her. She couldn't seem to concentrate on them. All she could think about were a bair of black eyes, black hair and tanned skin. She shivered, thought not from the cold, as she remembered.
(He almost kissed you.) She's had kisses before, but none of them have made her warm, almost hot. And he didn't even get to the good part. She sipped her coffee and got back to work. Bills had to be paid. The drinks had to come from somwhere. Imported whiskey was expensive but she didn't care. The income she received from her father was enough to furnish a mansion twenty time over.
In the other room she heard Piccolo wiping down the bar and cleaning glasses. It was almost time to open. The CC Saloon was open for the public after noon. Mornings were her own time.
The first person through the door this evening was Yajirobe, of course. He came to the bar and ordered a shot. Piccolo set a glass on the counter and poured some watered down whiskey for the man. Bulma thought it was a good idea, since the man couldn't hold his drink. The ranch hands from the surrounding homesteads came steadily in. The evening went smoothly, until HE came in.
All sound in the bar stopped. Everyone turned to look at him. His eyes scanned the room. When they settled on her, he sauntered over.
"Miss Bulma, how about a drink?" He asked.
She quaked inside. She didn't know why this man made her feel weak. He smiled at her. She melted. "I would love a drink." She signaled Piccolo, and he brough over a bottle of her finest imported whiskey and two glasses. He glared at Vegeta as he sat down across from her.
"How was your morning?" He asked. She gulped.
"It was fine." He smirked at her.
"How was yours?"
"Oh, I had a little scuffle with an old friend. Although I did meet this georgeous woman. I hope that I get to see her again."
"I don't think that it would be a problem." She smiled at him.
Later that evening, Bulma sat at her bed thinking of that conversation, and him. As she got ready to turn the lamp off, she heard a ping at her window. She sat up. Another ping. It sounded like somone was thowing rocks at her window. She got up and walked over to the window.
Outside Vegeta almost snarled. Where is she. He got ready to toss another pebble then saw her. The lamplight behind her revealed her curves underneath her nightrobe. As she opened the window he quickly climbed the railing and jumped into the roof. She gasped as she saw him.
"Vegeta, what are you doing here?" She whispered.
"Isn't it obvious." He smirked at her again.
"But, it's the middle of the night."
"It would be a little suspicious if I came in the middle of the day." He climbed into the room throught the window. She backed up and bunped into the bed.
"But, I didn't invite you." She stammered. "It's improper for you to be here."
"Yes, you did, and I intend to be very improper." He walked over to her. Slowly he took hold of her shoulders and gently pushed her back onto the bed. He dipped his head and kissed her. She struggled for a few seconds, then slowly wrapped her arms around him. He chuckled at her surrender. He settled himself ontop of her. Through her thin nightrobe she could feel him. Hard and strong.
"Very improper."
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Chapter 6: Making Friends
Vegeta walked across the street to the Blackstone Saloon. He thought about all the things that Kakarot had said to him. What was the reason that Goku had to leave? He never did tell him. And to get married! He hoped that was not the reason. Sheesh, a woman. What next.
As he neared the saloon he saw Kakarot heading towards his home across the street. He smirked at him. Never thought that he would settle down. (Oh well, gotta check in with Ice.)
Steppin though the swinging doors, he spotted Frieza at a table and strolled over to him. His cronies, Zarbon and Dodoria shifted in their seats. They didn't trust him of course. They thouht that they could run people out of town. (Ha, what a laugh. Zarbon is a goddy-two-shoes, and Dodoria thinks only of his stomach.)
Frieza looked up as Vegeta walked in. "Well, how did your little reunion go?"
Vegeta wasn't surprised that he knew what had happened in the CC Saloon. Ice seemed to have spies everwhere. "Better that I thought. Don't worry about a thing. I'll have him out of the way in no time." He smirked at the man. Zarbona and Dodoria snarled at him.
"Oh lighten up you two, you will get your turn, I'm sure." Frieza Ice lauhed and gestured for Vegeta to sit. "Have drink my friend." Vegeta sat down. It was going to be a long week.
As Goku came up to his house he saw Krillin's wife, Eighteen, leaving. "Morning, ma'am." He tipped his hat as she nodded and left. As he came to the door, he heard Chichi humming as she put away her cups. He rapped once to let her know he was here then opened the door. She turned to him and smiled.
"How was your morning?" She asked.
"Good. Vegeta come by." He took his hat off and set it on a peg. "He's going to pose as my new deputy."
"Good for him. Did he hurt you really bad?" She came up to his side looking him over.
"No, not too bad. Everthing is still here. Although, . ." he stopped.
"Yes?" she asked.
"I have this ache that won't go away." He smiled at her.
"What sort of ache?" She looked him over.
He took her hands and pulled her close. "You." Then he leaned down and kissed her. She snaked her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer. "I love you, Chichi." She smiled and pulled him to the bedroom.
Bulma raked her hands through her hair. The bills were a blur infront of her. She couldn't seem to concentrate on them. All she could think about were a bair of black eyes, black hair and tanned skin. She shivered, thought not from the cold, as she remembered.
(He almost kissed you.) She's had kisses before, but none of them have made her warm, almost hot. And he didn't even get to the good part. She sipped her coffee and got back to work. Bills had to be paid. The drinks had to come from somwhere. Imported whiskey was expensive but she didn't care. The income she received from her father was enough to furnish a mansion twenty time over.
In the other room she heard Piccolo wiping down the bar and cleaning glasses. It was almost time to open. The CC Saloon was open for the public after noon. Mornings were her own time.
The first person through the door this evening was Yajirobe, of course. He came to the bar and ordered a shot. Piccolo set a glass on the counter and poured some watered down whiskey for the man. Bulma thought it was a good idea, since the man couldn't hold his drink. The ranch hands from the surrounding homesteads came steadily in. The evening went smoothly, until HE came in.
All sound in the bar stopped. Everyone turned to look at him. His eyes scanned the room. When they settled on her, he sauntered over.
"Miss Bulma, how about a drink?" He asked.
She quaked inside. She didn't know why this man made her feel weak. He smiled at her. She melted. "I would love a drink." She signaled Piccolo, and he brough over a bottle of her finest imported whiskey and two glasses. He glared at Vegeta as he sat down across from her.
"How was your morning?" He asked. She gulped.
"It was fine." He smirked at her.
"How was yours?"
"Oh, I had a little scuffle with an old friend. Although I did meet this georgeous woman. I hope that I get to see her again."
"I don't think that it would be a problem." She smiled at him.
Later that evening, Bulma sat at her bed thinking of that conversation, and him. As she got ready to turn the lamp off, she heard a ping at her window. She sat up. Another ping. It sounded like somone was thowing rocks at her window. She got up and walked over to the window.
Outside Vegeta almost snarled. Where is she. He got ready to toss another pebble then saw her. The lamplight behind her revealed her curves underneath her nightrobe. As she opened the window he quickly climbed the railing and jumped into the roof. She gasped as she saw him.
"Vegeta, what are you doing here?" She whispered.
"Isn't it obvious." He smirked at her again.
"But, it's the middle of the night."
"It would be a little suspicious if I came in the middle of the day." He climbed into the room throught the window. She backed up and bunped into the bed.
"But, I didn't invite you." She stammered. "It's improper for you to be here."
"Yes, you did, and I intend to be very improper." He walked over to her. Slowly he took hold of her shoulders and gently pushed her back onto the bed. He dipped his head and kissed her. She struggled for a few seconds, then slowly wrapped her arms around him. He chuckled at her surrender. He settled himself ontop of her. Through her thin nightrobe she could feel him. Hard and strong.
"Very improper."
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