Big Phat Dragon Ball Z I
By Zukone
Chapter 3: Lemons
Bulma huffed to herself as she made her way to the refrigerator. She pulled out ham, bread, and other assortments of food. After slapping together a crude sandwich she took a huge chunk out of it and swallowed it down.
"How dare he!" She yelled between bites. She had just fixed Vegita's machine when that meat head demanded that she make it able to generate double of that. If she stayed at capsule corp. to work on that project, she would never get to have any fun. Well, she had already gone shopping for her date with Yamcha. There was no way she was going to cancel for this flame haired joker. "I hate you Vegita" she said, food spitting out of her mouth.
"Hate me all you want," He said from the door, "but you will get what I want done."
"I have a life you know."
"hah. Are you referring to that little date with the chump."
"As a matter of fact, yes. Even though it's not your business."
"Believe me. I'm doing you a favor. He's a waste of time."
"What we have is so special you couldn't possibly understand."
"You're right about it being special. You're probably the only one of his girlfriends who hasn't, well, you know." Vegita chuckled. He grabbed a glass of water.
"Yamcha would never."
"Never what?"
"Cheat and do that with another woman"
Vegita almost choked. "You mean you didn't even know about the other girlfriends. Isn't infidelity was an earth custom? All this time I thought you knew and were being stupid by allowing it. But now I realize that you're dumber than I thought."
"You take that back. How would you know how dumb I am or that he's.. he's...?"
"Any one who has one of these can tell." Vegita said pointing to his nose. "He reeks of it every time."
"You're lying. I know you are." Bulma punched at his chest to only come across an immovable force.
"I don't care if you believe me or not. I just want you to work on my GR." Of course Vegita knew he was lying. While he wanted her to work on his GR, he hoped that she believed him about Yamcha's cheating ways. He hoped that he could cause a rift in this hellish paradise so that she would be ripe for the picking. Though, with her beating at his chest right now with her luscious sausage arms, it didn't seem likely.
Bulma finally stopped and ran towards the house dramatically.
"Whatever." He said before flying off to the GR.
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He was just a couple of moments in the GR when it shut off automatically. "What the." Vegita tried the controls but they weren't working. He flew out the machine to be greeted by the woman.
"Vegita, take me over to Yamcha's right now!" She demanded.
"Don't you have a car or one of those things?" he said irritated.
"I want to get there fast."
"There is no way I am going to take you to see that loser. Now go away. I have to train."
"You refuse -then I refuse to work on the machine."
"I don't care." He said to her face. "I can get you to do it if I really want. Besides," he said pulling back, "you're not the only one who knows how to fix or enhance a mechanical object. I can always terrorize your father to do it. I am not to be used at your disposal for your chauffeuring service."
"Its just that..."
"Wait a minute."
"what?"
"You believe what I said don't you."
"wha... of course not." She crossed her arms.
"I see. So you probably called him and some girl answered."
"ARg. Just take me over."
A broad smirk spread across his face. He wrapped his arms as far around her as he could and lifted her beach ball form above his head.
"Oh, I'll take you." Was all he said as he launched into the air to their destination.
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Within seconds they had reached the complex. Bulma pushed her skirt down. "I didn't want to flash the whole world."
"The whole world didn't see. I can arrange that if you like." Vegita lifted her again."
"Put me down ya big ape. You know what I meant." she said as he put adjusted her skirt again.
Outside the apartment, Bulma composed herself to knock on the door. Vegita leaned back in a comfortable position ready to watch the whole scene unfold.
"You can go now."
Vegita just looked at her giving her ever indication that he wasn't going anywhere. Finally, Bulma knocked on the door. They heard some scuffling inside. Vegita rolled his eyes. He walked over to the door and yanked it off its hinges to reveal the messy scene before them.
Bulma's jaw dropped below one of her chins. Fruit pieces were strewn across the floor, along with two smoothie glasses. Yamcha was there shoving some huge gal who was stuck out of the window. All Vegita could see was this woman's backside. She could have been looker he had to admit, good size on her too, in the 230's perhaps. He could tell she was working on it. But there is no way she could hold a candle to Bulma. Bulma's size and curves came naturally.
Bulma stepped back as the woman's legs thrashed about in the window.
"Babe I can explain." She shook her head in disbelief. "Don't"
"Well," Yamcha said irritated. "You should have seen it coming. You held out on me for 15 years. What did you expect?"
"But I was gonna. You could have waited one more day. Why did you have to mix it up with someone else?"
"Wha... You think today was the first time. If I didn't have my fun elsewhere I would have left you a long time ago... but it didn't mean anything. I only did it because I couldn't with you. So let's just forget all this."
Bulma ran out of the apartment passed her transport. "I want to go home, Vegita." She said from outside. Yamcha tried to follow. Vegita furrowed his eyes at him. "Don't think about it. She needs to work on my GR."
"But I need to."
"I'm stuck"
"Oh that. Let me help you." Vegita held out two fingers and blasted him right into the girl's hind. The force pushed them both out the window.
"I've been so nice today." Vegita smirked.
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The two finally made it home. Vegita was never a talker and for this trip neither was Bulma. Vegita landed and uncharacteristically put Bulma down gently.
"Oh Vegita." She said clinging to him. "You were right." She buried her head into his chest and let out some light sobs.
Vegita held his hand out unsure of what to do. He stroked her hair with a shakey hand. "Of course I was. Why did you doubt me?"
After a long silence, Vegita became even more uncomfortable. Frustrated was more like it. Either she was going to rebound with him or she wasn't. It's not like he was looking for something consistent. A little bit of this and a little bit of that, they would both have what they needed and it would be over. But if she wasn't going to seek revenge on Yamcha using him, what the bleep was he doing there still holding her. As much as he loved the feeling of being enveloped by her, he was about to pry her off. That was, of course, until she spoke.
"It's just that..."
"Speak woman."
"I bought all of this stuff for... and now it all seems like a waste."
"What's this stuff that you're talking about?"
"Wait here." Bulma said bounding out the room. Moments later she returned with a bag and opened it up in front of Vegita. He took a look and then sat down.
"Well," he said, "Waste not, want not."
"I'm not sure... would it be right?"
"You saw the evidence. It's not like he was waiting for you to get his."
"Yeah, you're right. I'll go get the appliances."
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"What should we start with?"
"I don't care."
"This one."
"This says they should be peeled and cored." Vegita shrugged his shoulders. He spun the apple in the air sliced at it with his hand and it came down peeled.
"You're amazing." Bulma bounced and hugged him. Vegita smirked visibly content with the praise. "I'll take care of peeling then." He said then finished off an assortment of fruit and they were left in a pile.
"OK now you put them in and take care of the rest." Vegita said as he walked to the table. Bulma plopped some fruit in the blender and then stared at the button. This was the moment of truth. She hit the puree button.
"Aaah" she said screaming and jumping. Whole chunks of fruit flew all over the place. One lopped her on the side of the head. There was bits all over the place.
"What?" Vegita rushed to push the off button, not before some of it splattered onto his face and hair. "The lid woman! You forgot the lid and you didn't press the right button." He yelled displeased. "How hard can it be?"
"I'm sorry Okay!" she yelled back, "This is my first time."
Vegita caught himself before he yelled back. The last thing he wanted to do was push her away at this moment. They were so close.
They went over the steps again and this time Vegita personally grabbed the lid, put them in her hands and helped her put it on. His hand on top of hers over the lid, he contemplated letting her finish on her own, when he hesitated.
Instead, he led her finger from the other hand to the pulse button and pressed over hers briefly. The fruit jumped up in the blender and Bulma let out a surprised squeal. She was going to back away but Vegita stopped her.
"Don't be afraid. It's supposed to do that. The fruit won't puree, until you break it into small her pieces first."
Bulma stayed her ground and Vegita pushed over the finger again. She was surprised again but this time she felt OK about it, secure in the knowledge that the fruit wouldn't attack her this time. Her OK feeling turned to delight as she saw the fruit dance about within the blender. Each time he pressed, he held longer, until finally he led her to the puree button.
Soon they had apple sauce. They had done it. They had done together what she could never do with Yamcha.
They spent hours away making messy smoothies, icies, shakes, in the same way until the whole kitchen was full.
"I... I think that's it."
Vegita, of course, smirked. "No that's not all little one." He said. The whole night had been leading up to this. He wasn't kind to her all night just to end up with a fruit smoothie. He was going to get what he wanted and by the look on her face, she knew it too.
Vegita casually tossed the lemon that was in his hand in the air. "We're making lemonade."
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A/N Well, I noticed that people stop reading when they see Bulma is overweight. The hit count tells me. Of course, it could be the fact that last chapter jumped a bit. meep
A big thanks to those of you who reviewed. I do appreciate what you have to say. BTW this is as close as I get to writing a lemon- and I used the actual fruit as a metaphor. I hope you enjoyed.