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Disclaimer: Been kinda lax on this lately, but honestly I don't own anything DBZ except my action figures and video games. (Yeah like legacy of goku 1 that I can't beat. GRRRR.)
Chapter 7
Bulma woke up with a faint soreness all through her body. *Figures* she thought. She realized it was late in the day and the late winter sun was already high in the sky. Although being where they were it was quite warm, the tropical weather making it slightly sticky. Time to turn on the air conditioner, so that by the time she got out of the shower it would be cool. Vegeta was nowhere to be found, *No surprise there, don't want me to think he might actually like me* she thought to herself. *Don't even start with that, you knew he would be like that.* she chided herself once more. She looked over to the nightstand where the clock sat, 1:26 pm it read. Next to the clock she spied a piece of paper; she walked over to it and picked it up. There in bold neatly written print were Vegeta's words in the middle of the page, 'Stay inside. I will be back before dusk, have dinner ready.' "Just like him, straight to the point. Not even a signature. Jackass!" She said aloud to nobody.
She showered first. The cool water streaming down her warm body, she thought of him again. The things he had shown her, things that Yamucha never could. He made her feel like a woman, alive and full of desire. She had always been what was expected of her, a brilliant scientist like her father wanted and a beautiful well mannered woman like her mother had wanted. She was a socialite, but she yearned for more.
She and Chi Chi had been friends since her and Son-Kun had married, and so naturally they had, had a few adventures. One in particular, they had been skinny dipping in a lake far out from Chi's house. They were having lots of fun and splashing and dunking one another. It was then that they were trying to catch fish like Goku always did (without a pole) and a large black bear had wondered close to the lake. Her and Chi's clothes were very close to the where the bear was. Chi had said that they had better get out before the bear got in, so they proceeded to the other side of the lake quietly and got out. No clothes. The bear was occupied with sniffing the discarded clothing and didn't notice the pair. So they had hurried back to Chi's place without a stitch on their bodies. Goku's face when he saw the pair was priceless, he had been doing some yard work when they had showed up. She had hidden behind Chi since she they were married but his expression was still hilarious. He had looked at them as if they had horns or something, when he heard the story after they dressed he couldn't stop laughing. So she had filled the void that was always there, with Chi's friendship. She had liked her adventures but she liked the way she felt with Vegeta better; he was the excitement missing from her life, ad yet he was much more than that he was fire and ice at the same time. He was what she had been needing for so long. Better to not name the feelings she had for him.
After showering and dressing she began to cook, she decided she would make a little something special tonight. Something she could make without burning, stir fry. It was about the only thing she could make pretty well. She decided that an exotic fruit salad might go well with it. Maybe a fruit salad. *Time to go outside and pick some of that fruit I saw yesterday.* she thought. So she put on her shoes and went outside. It was very warm and very humid, *Perfect weather,* she thought once more. She'd need another shower before long.
She looked up at the coconut tree that stood some twenty feet high, yes being a saiyan would definitely make her life easier. She walked over and hooked her hands around the tree and placed her legs parallel to her hands to give her a boost. The tree bark bit into her soft skin, it was uncomfortable and made her feel sort of like a pincushion. With the extra boost she wrapped her legs around the tree and proceeded to slink up the tree. Almost all the way up it started to rain and in mere moments she was soaked to the bone. *Damn weather!* she thought to herself. Finally she reached the top, but she had to figure out how to pull the coconut off without plunging to the ground. In an awkward position she managed to grab the coconut with both her hands.
Vegeta had made excellent time with the last two dragonballs. As he approached the house he saw the woman, in a tree. Her already skimpy clothing was sticking to her body like a second skin. It didn't help that her top was white either; he could clearly see the outline of her breast pressed against the palm fronds on which she was laying. She looked ridiculous perched precariously atop the stupid tree; her rear was sticking in the air as she attempted to grab the ripe coconut from stem it was attached to. He levitated off the ground; floating over to her he yanked the fruit from the tree and handed it to her with a smirk. He could clearly read the annoyed look on her face and it made him chuckle at her. "Woman what the hell are you doing up here? I thought I told you to stay inside and have dinner ready!" He stated with an irritated voice. She didn't reply instead just glared at him. He decided it was time to get out of the rain, so he plucked her out of the tree and lowered them to the ground.
"Well since you're here you can get the rest of the fruit, since you can fly and all." She stated matter-of-factly. She saw his face twist into a scowl, maybe she'd have to put a little incentive in the deal. "Please, my prince." She whispered seductively. He didn't bother with an answer just a low growl. "Great, I want those, the yellow ones over there, the red on that tree, and the star fruit over there." She said enthusiastically. She watched as he raced from tree to tree, barely even visible he was so fast. He stopped suddenly and marched toward the door. She followed silently with a smirk much like the Princes'.
Dinner went too slow for his liking and he was eager to end this day so he could go home and begin training again. Home? When had he started using that term? He had never had a home really, not since Vegetasei had been destroyed and even then he had rarely stayed there since he was raised in Freiza's army. *Hmm, what a joke my existence has been. What a fool I have become, lowering myself to fornicating with repulsive aliens and even calling this mudball home.* he thought derisively. Then his thoughts turned toward said alien, *No she's not repulsive, perhaps the most exquisite beauty I have ever known.* he thought with a wry smile. She was the opposite of saiyan women, they had mostly lean muscled bodies with coarse black hair and small high breasts and small hips. They were beautiful, but not like her. She was small, yes. Except that her figure was all curves, heavy but pert breasts. Well rounded hips, no hardened muscles but instead a sleek strength. She had the body of the alien dancers on Vegetasei.
He realized that she was staring at him with a soft but curious expression on her face. She spoke then, "What are you thinking about?" Her voice was soft but clear, no hint of sultriness or innuendo, just fascination. He decided he would answer her, not with the truth of course but an answer all the same. Besides what was a lie, he only used her for the sex right? "Taking you to bed." He replied in all seriousness. He stood up and looked down at the blush on her cheeks. "You're lying, Vegeta." He heard her whisper. "Even so, I want you and I know you want me, I can smell you woman." He said with a smirk. In an instant he had her in his arms and was headed toward the bed.
The night had passed much quicker than the day had. The air had been heavy with the scent of their lovemaking. The usually quiet night had been filled with her passionate cries and his heavy breathing. He had let himself enjoy the novel feeling of her in his arms. He had let her sleep after only a couple of hours which was unusual for him since he liked to stay up all night and could probably last through a marathon. She figured he thought she needed sleep for the trip back tomorrow which was true. The last thing she thought about was the wish she planned on making soon.
A/N: Sorry for the long delay, I have been so busy. Don't kill me please. I have a good excuse though, I was excepted to a college, yes and a good one too. Yours truly will be enrolled in a fashion design and merchandising program at none other than California Design College in LA. Cool huh! I hope I haven't lost all my fans yet. Let me know what you think. Lotsa luv.- ---Coley-------
Disclaimer: Been kinda lax on this lately, but honestly I don't own anything DBZ except my action figures and video games. (Yeah like legacy of goku 1 that I can't beat. GRRRR.)
Chapter 7
Bulma woke up with a faint soreness all through her body. *Figures* she thought. She realized it was late in the day and the late winter sun was already high in the sky. Although being where they were it was quite warm, the tropical weather making it slightly sticky. Time to turn on the air conditioner, so that by the time she got out of the shower it would be cool. Vegeta was nowhere to be found, *No surprise there, don't want me to think he might actually like me* she thought to herself. *Don't even start with that, you knew he would be like that.* she chided herself once more. She looked over to the nightstand where the clock sat, 1:26 pm it read. Next to the clock she spied a piece of paper; she walked over to it and picked it up. There in bold neatly written print were Vegeta's words in the middle of the page, 'Stay inside. I will be back before dusk, have dinner ready.' "Just like him, straight to the point. Not even a signature. Jackass!" She said aloud to nobody.
She showered first. The cool water streaming down her warm body, she thought of him again. The things he had shown her, things that Yamucha never could. He made her feel like a woman, alive and full of desire. She had always been what was expected of her, a brilliant scientist like her father wanted and a beautiful well mannered woman like her mother had wanted. She was a socialite, but she yearned for more.
She and Chi Chi had been friends since her and Son-Kun had married, and so naturally they had, had a few adventures. One in particular, they had been skinny dipping in a lake far out from Chi's house. They were having lots of fun and splashing and dunking one another. It was then that they were trying to catch fish like Goku always did (without a pole) and a large black bear had wondered close to the lake. Her and Chi's clothes were very close to the where the bear was. Chi had said that they had better get out before the bear got in, so they proceeded to the other side of the lake quietly and got out. No clothes. The bear was occupied with sniffing the discarded clothing and didn't notice the pair. So they had hurried back to Chi's place without a stitch on their bodies. Goku's face when he saw the pair was priceless, he had been doing some yard work when they had showed up. She had hidden behind Chi since she they were married but his expression was still hilarious. He had looked at them as if they had horns or something, when he heard the story after they dressed he couldn't stop laughing. So she had filled the void that was always there, with Chi's friendship. She had liked her adventures but she liked the way she felt with Vegeta better; he was the excitement missing from her life, ad yet he was much more than that he was fire and ice at the same time. He was what she had been needing for so long. Better to not name the feelings she had for him.
After showering and dressing she began to cook, she decided she would make a little something special tonight. Something she could make without burning, stir fry. It was about the only thing she could make pretty well. She decided that an exotic fruit salad might go well with it. Maybe a fruit salad. *Time to go outside and pick some of that fruit I saw yesterday.* she thought. So she put on her shoes and went outside. It was very warm and very humid, *Perfect weather,* she thought once more. She'd need another shower before long.
She looked up at the coconut tree that stood some twenty feet high, yes being a saiyan would definitely make her life easier. She walked over and hooked her hands around the tree and placed her legs parallel to her hands to give her a boost. The tree bark bit into her soft skin, it was uncomfortable and made her feel sort of like a pincushion. With the extra boost she wrapped her legs around the tree and proceeded to slink up the tree. Almost all the way up it started to rain and in mere moments she was soaked to the bone. *Damn weather!* she thought to herself. Finally she reached the top, but she had to figure out how to pull the coconut off without plunging to the ground. In an awkward position she managed to grab the coconut with both her hands.
Vegeta had made excellent time with the last two dragonballs. As he approached the house he saw the woman, in a tree. Her already skimpy clothing was sticking to her body like a second skin. It didn't help that her top was white either; he could clearly see the outline of her breast pressed against the palm fronds on which she was laying. She looked ridiculous perched precariously atop the stupid tree; her rear was sticking in the air as she attempted to grab the ripe coconut from stem it was attached to. He levitated off the ground; floating over to her he yanked the fruit from the tree and handed it to her with a smirk. He could clearly read the annoyed look on her face and it made him chuckle at her. "Woman what the hell are you doing up here? I thought I told you to stay inside and have dinner ready!" He stated with an irritated voice. She didn't reply instead just glared at him. He decided it was time to get out of the rain, so he plucked her out of the tree and lowered them to the ground.
"Well since you're here you can get the rest of the fruit, since you can fly and all." She stated matter-of-factly. She saw his face twist into a scowl, maybe she'd have to put a little incentive in the deal. "Please, my prince." She whispered seductively. He didn't bother with an answer just a low growl. "Great, I want those, the yellow ones over there, the red on that tree, and the star fruit over there." She said enthusiastically. She watched as he raced from tree to tree, barely even visible he was so fast. He stopped suddenly and marched toward the door. She followed silently with a smirk much like the Princes'.
Dinner went too slow for his liking and he was eager to end this day so he could go home and begin training again. Home? When had he started using that term? He had never had a home really, not since Vegetasei had been destroyed and even then he had rarely stayed there since he was raised in Freiza's army. *Hmm, what a joke my existence has been. What a fool I have become, lowering myself to fornicating with repulsive aliens and even calling this mudball home.* he thought derisively. Then his thoughts turned toward said alien, *No she's not repulsive, perhaps the most exquisite beauty I have ever known.* he thought with a wry smile. She was the opposite of saiyan women, they had mostly lean muscled bodies with coarse black hair and small high breasts and small hips. They were beautiful, but not like her. She was small, yes. Except that her figure was all curves, heavy but pert breasts. Well rounded hips, no hardened muscles but instead a sleek strength. She had the body of the alien dancers on Vegetasei.
He realized that she was staring at him with a soft but curious expression on her face. She spoke then, "What are you thinking about?" Her voice was soft but clear, no hint of sultriness or innuendo, just fascination. He decided he would answer her, not with the truth of course but an answer all the same. Besides what was a lie, he only used her for the sex right? "Taking you to bed." He replied in all seriousness. He stood up and looked down at the blush on her cheeks. "You're lying, Vegeta." He heard her whisper. "Even so, I want you and I know you want me, I can smell you woman." He said with a smirk. In an instant he had her in his arms and was headed toward the bed.
The night had passed much quicker than the day had. The air had been heavy with the scent of their lovemaking. The usually quiet night had been filled with her passionate cries and his heavy breathing. He had let himself enjoy the novel feeling of her in his arms. He had let her sleep after only a couple of hours which was unusual for him since he liked to stay up all night and could probably last through a marathon. She figured he thought she needed sleep for the trip back tomorrow which was true. The last thing she thought about was the wish she planned on making soon.
A/N: Sorry for the long delay, I have been so busy. Don't kill me please. I have a good excuse though, I was excepted to a college, yes and a good one too. Yours truly will be enrolled in a fashion design and merchandising program at none other than California Design College in LA. Cool huh! I hope I haven't lost all my fans yet. Let me know what you think. Lotsa luv.- ---Coley-------