PROLOGUE
Idol days filled Capsule Corp. as of late. Bulma had left the lab early this afternoon and was now lazing away on a lawn chair in her bikini, absorbing UV's and reading a Cosmo. Life was good if one liked endless calm.
"Come on you ass, just try and get me!"
A streak of orange and a shade of blue, intersecting and pulling away. The odd lightning illuminated the afternoon atmosphere with crackling energy.
"Aww c'mon Vegeta, I'm really hungry. Can't we break for the day?" A pause and the orange streak was now a human, standing prone in the air holding his rumbling stomach.
"Not yet, I haven't even broken a sweat. This is no good if I don't gain something!" The blue shade was now another man, who floated a bit higher in the air.
"You won't gain anything by beating me on an empty stomach! C'mon just some fried Ramen noodles, please please please?"
"Dammit, stop begging Kakarott!"
"But.."
"We'll eat ok?" With that the orange figure ascended rapidly.
"Oh boy, oh boy, food food food!" He disappeared into the horizon, leaving the blue form to shake his head in disapproval and then reluctantly follow.
"Hmm, that's interesting. Hey mom, it says here that when you kiss a guy if you suck on his tongue he'll go nuts. Must make them think you're sucking on something else!"
"That sounds nice dear!" Said the blonde beauty who was absently watering her flowers.
"Gee Vegeta, has she ever done that to you? ChiChi's never done that to me…"
"Kakarott, will you be quiet?!"
Bulma turned around in her lawn chair and dismissed her magazine.
"No Goku, she hasn't done that to him…yet," Bulma said with a smirk as she stood up. Vegeta hmphed and crossed his arms with an air of indifference. Goku smiled.
"Wow Bulma, you sure have toned down since Bra! I thought you'd have that big stomach forever!"
"Well ChiChi didn't keep her stomach after Goten."
"Well yeah, but her abs don't look like..that…"
"Must be high metabolism," she said.
"Oh..Well enough about me..tahgbo..li..sism we're hungry!"
"Correction," Vegeta said. "You're hungry." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"And you aren't? That's a first."
"Well, I'm not dying, but it doesn't mean I couldn't use a little…" Bulma smiled.
"C'mon boys, Mom just made lunch and there's plenty for leftovers." She walked into Capsule Corp. followed by two hungry men.
Perhaps it was the promise of food for Goku or maybe Bulma in a bathing suit for Vegeta, but something at that moment held the warrior's attention so completely that when the ship entered Chikyuu's atmosphere, no one seemed to notice.
"Is is ood, ewy ood ulma!" Goku mumbled through the enormous rice ball he had crammed into his mouth without a second thought.
"Kakarott! I was going to eat that!" Too late, into the endless pit that was Goku's mouth. Innocent eyes look at the Saiyan prince.
"I'm sorry!" Vegeta could only growl and Bulma could only laugh. Vegeta looked up at her quickly.
"What's so funny?" He demanded, standing up abruptly, chop sticks in hand.
"Oh," Bulma said, trying to calm down. "Oh nothing…at…all!" Vegeta accidentally broke his chopsticks, and the control Bulma had contained was now broken. She was laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes.
"That does it woman!" He charged forward and Bulma shrieked through her laughter. She pranced out of the kitchen and into the living room, hurtling over the couch and out the door. Vegeta was not far behind, but instead of jumping over the couch, he knocked it down and broke the door off its hinges before he could think to use the handle. It was at times like this when his instincts took over and he had very little control of his actions.
"Mmm.. Bulma this is soooo good," Goku said, continuing to devour the plethora that Mrs. Briefs had made.
Bulma let out a yelp when she felt his arms around her. She kicked her legs as they lifted off the ground. He turned her around in midair, his fiery black eyes consuming her face.
"Oh I'm sorry Vegeta, did I make you mad?" She said, still giggling. Sensuous lips came into contact with her own rosy petals and passion took control.
Vegeta loved the way she tasted, there being no way to describe he simply thought of it as good. For Bulma, it was more then just the taste it was the feel. The knowledge that she was in his arms, those strong arms save from all the world. She melted to him in bliss with no other thought but him.
"Mmm… Bulma this is just so good," Goku stated.
"Oh Goku dearest, you're still here!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed as she entered the kitchen. "Oh my goodness dear, you look so hungry!" She was granted a reply through a mouthful of food.
"I ahm Messes Bweefs…vewy hungwy..mmm this is soo…ood."
"Ooh you like it! Well in that case let me make you something else. Do you like chicken?" He could only shake his head vigorously as he continued to inhale the meal before him.
"Will this do? I mean, how can we know such a pathetic planet as this could hold a perfect being… they're so rare these days you know."
"This is the place, I have quite a few matches. These two are the prime choices."
"Hmm… they look all most identical.."
"Mother and daughter."
"Ah, I see, well. The daughters only 5 or so. Let's look at the mother, she's a rather young mother I'm guessing. Looks to be in her early twenties, must have had birth to the girl in her teens!"
"Actually sir, she's nearly 50."
"Oh my, well isn't that a lovely surprise, what's this symbol for?"
"It stands for any alterations made to the creature. This one was granted back her youth. She should live well past 200 years. A good thing to, she's married to a Saiyan."
"I thought those damn apes were extinct, well… no matter, it's not him we're after. Tell me, what's her name?"
"Bulma Briefs sir, owner of Capsule Corporation, wife of Vegeta, mother of Trunks and Bra, best friend to Goku."
"Goku, well that's a name I haven't heard it a long time. I want the creature extracted by midnight."
"The Saiyan might make this a difficult mission."
"True, he's quite a worthy adversary. Try and get around him, all right?"
"Yes sir!" A salute and retreating footsteps. A flash of white teeth in the shadows that bend into a smile.
"Bulma, what a...wonderful name." Large fingers brush over her picture, trembling with lust.
Idol days filled Capsule Corp. as of late. Bulma had left the lab early this afternoon and was now lazing away on a lawn chair in her bikini, absorbing UV's and reading a Cosmo. Life was good if one liked endless calm.
"Come on you ass, just try and get me!"
A streak of orange and a shade of blue, intersecting and pulling away. The odd lightning illuminated the afternoon atmosphere with crackling energy.
"Aww c'mon Vegeta, I'm really hungry. Can't we break for the day?" A pause and the orange streak was now a human, standing prone in the air holding his rumbling stomach.
"Not yet, I haven't even broken a sweat. This is no good if I don't gain something!" The blue shade was now another man, who floated a bit higher in the air.
"You won't gain anything by beating me on an empty stomach! C'mon just some fried Ramen noodles, please please please?"
"Dammit, stop begging Kakarott!"
"But.."
"We'll eat ok?" With that the orange figure ascended rapidly.
"Oh boy, oh boy, food food food!" He disappeared into the horizon, leaving the blue form to shake his head in disapproval and then reluctantly follow.
"Hmm, that's interesting. Hey mom, it says here that when you kiss a guy if you suck on his tongue he'll go nuts. Must make them think you're sucking on something else!"
"That sounds nice dear!" Said the blonde beauty who was absently watering her flowers.
"Gee Vegeta, has she ever done that to you? ChiChi's never done that to me…"
"Kakarott, will you be quiet?!"
Bulma turned around in her lawn chair and dismissed her magazine.
"No Goku, she hasn't done that to him…yet," Bulma said with a smirk as she stood up. Vegeta hmphed and crossed his arms with an air of indifference. Goku smiled.
"Wow Bulma, you sure have toned down since Bra! I thought you'd have that big stomach forever!"
"Well ChiChi didn't keep her stomach after Goten."
"Well yeah, but her abs don't look like..that…"
"Must be high metabolism," she said.
"Oh..Well enough about me..tahgbo..li..sism we're hungry!"
"Correction," Vegeta said. "You're hungry." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"And you aren't? That's a first."
"Well, I'm not dying, but it doesn't mean I couldn't use a little…" Bulma smiled.
"C'mon boys, Mom just made lunch and there's plenty for leftovers." She walked into Capsule Corp. followed by two hungry men.
Perhaps it was the promise of food for Goku or maybe Bulma in a bathing suit for Vegeta, but something at that moment held the warrior's attention so completely that when the ship entered Chikyuu's atmosphere, no one seemed to notice.
"Is is ood, ewy ood ulma!" Goku mumbled through the enormous rice ball he had crammed into his mouth without a second thought.
"Kakarott! I was going to eat that!" Too late, into the endless pit that was Goku's mouth. Innocent eyes look at the Saiyan prince.
"I'm sorry!" Vegeta could only growl and Bulma could only laugh. Vegeta looked up at her quickly.
"What's so funny?" He demanded, standing up abruptly, chop sticks in hand.
"Oh," Bulma said, trying to calm down. "Oh nothing…at…all!" Vegeta accidentally broke his chopsticks, and the control Bulma had contained was now broken. She was laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes.
"That does it woman!" He charged forward and Bulma shrieked through her laughter. She pranced out of the kitchen and into the living room, hurtling over the couch and out the door. Vegeta was not far behind, but instead of jumping over the couch, he knocked it down and broke the door off its hinges before he could think to use the handle. It was at times like this when his instincts took over and he had very little control of his actions.
"Mmm.. Bulma this is soooo good," Goku said, continuing to devour the plethora that Mrs. Briefs had made.
Bulma let out a yelp when she felt his arms around her. She kicked her legs as they lifted off the ground. He turned her around in midair, his fiery black eyes consuming her face.
"Oh I'm sorry Vegeta, did I make you mad?" She said, still giggling. Sensuous lips came into contact with her own rosy petals and passion took control.
Vegeta loved the way she tasted, there being no way to describe he simply thought of it as good. For Bulma, it was more then just the taste it was the feel. The knowledge that she was in his arms, those strong arms save from all the world. She melted to him in bliss with no other thought but him.
"Mmm… Bulma this is just so good," Goku stated.
"Oh Goku dearest, you're still here!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed as she entered the kitchen. "Oh my goodness dear, you look so hungry!" She was granted a reply through a mouthful of food.
"I ahm Messes Bweefs…vewy hungwy..mmm this is soo…ood."
"Ooh you like it! Well in that case let me make you something else. Do you like chicken?" He could only shake his head vigorously as he continued to inhale the meal before him.
"Will this do? I mean, how can we know such a pathetic planet as this could hold a perfect being… they're so rare these days you know."
"This is the place, I have quite a few matches. These two are the prime choices."
"Hmm… they look all most identical.."
"Mother and daughter."
"Ah, I see, well. The daughters only 5 or so. Let's look at the mother, she's a rather young mother I'm guessing. Looks to be in her early twenties, must have had birth to the girl in her teens!"
"Actually sir, she's nearly 50."
"Oh my, well isn't that a lovely surprise, what's this symbol for?"
"It stands for any alterations made to the creature. This one was granted back her youth. She should live well past 200 years. A good thing to, she's married to a Saiyan."
"I thought those damn apes were extinct, well… no matter, it's not him we're after. Tell me, what's her name?"
"Bulma Briefs sir, owner of Capsule Corporation, wife of Vegeta, mother of Trunks and Bra, best friend to Goku."
"Goku, well that's a name I haven't heard it a long time. I want the creature extracted by midnight."
"The Saiyan might make this a difficult mission."
"True, he's quite a worthy adversary. Try and get around him, all right?"
"Yes sir!" A salute and retreating footsteps. A flash of white teeth in the shadows that bend into a smile.
"Bulma, what a...wonderful name." Large fingers brush over her picture, trembling with lust.